Summary: You’re back from summer camp, and Steve doesn’t care if your brother is in the room next door. He needs you now.
Word count: 5.5 k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. SMUT (p in v sex, unprotected, kinda sub!Steve, bit of choking, spitting, sweet and loving tbh), fluff, established but secret relationship, insecure and jealous steve, he is obsessed with you (as he should).
It all started with the Dart and the demodogs events right after Halloween. You were supposed to work on your college essays, even though the due date was in January. Yet one day, the loud noises in your backyard piqued your curiosity, and before you knew it, you were helping your brother and his friends... which apparently now included Steve “The Idiot” Harrington.
It was known at your school how much you disliked each other since freshman year, when he got the principal to move the basketball game to the same day as your winter play. You had been working on it for months, but no one attended because they were too busy watching Harrington score and take the school’s team to the finals.
Maybe he had no bad intentions, but you didn’t care. After that, to you he was nothing more than a brainless jock who only cared about sports and sex.
But everything changed the night you saw him bravely defend your brother and his little friends from the demodogs. You could blame it on your fatherless trauma or your teenager hormones, but watching him being so protective and caring of Dustin made you want to jump his bones.
Steve enjoyed flirting with you just to rile you up; he was aware that you loathed him. So it shocked him when you kissed him in his car after dropping Dustin at the Snow Ball Dance. It had been a Christmas miracle he had been more than grateful to accept.
From secret hookups at his car, at the school’s bathrooms, or at his always empty house, you evolved to long conversations, genuine laughter, and tender caresses in the dark. You both had promised yourselves you wouldn’t fall, but it had been inevitable.
On Valentine’s Day, he made it official by taking you to the beach and asking you to be his girlfriend under the stars. While you were getting fucked at his parents’ expensive beach house, your mother and brother thought you were having your usual sleepovers with Robin, your drama club friend.
You hated lying to your family and friends, but it made things less complicated. Steve loathed the idea of Dustin thinking he had only gotten close to him, becoming almost like a brotherly figure, to get in his sister’s pants.
Steve and you wanted things to stay the same, even when a million changes were happening inside your heads and hearts. Whenever he was hanging out with Dustin, he would almost slip out a comment about you, then quickly cover it up with a cough and a change of topic.
Everything was marching well, and no one was suspecting anything at all. As the school year came to an end, graduation and your departure to college were looming close.
Deeply in love, Steve applied to NYU too. He was ready to leave Hawkins and be by your side in New York for the next five years... but he got rejected.
“Baby, it’s okay. I’ll be back on Christmas break, spring break, every time…” you tried to reassure him.
“It’s not the same,” Steve whined.
He cried in his car for almost an hour with you holding him against your chest while soothing his back. “We’ll talk on the phone every day, babe, I promise.”
After the sadness had passed, Steve started making plans for the summer, determined to spend every second with you.
However, everything was ruined when your mother forced you to work as a counselor at Dustin’s science summer camp, Camp Know Where.
“It’ll be just a month, Steve.”
“I’m gonna kill myself in front of your mom.”
“Steve! That’s not funny.”
“I’ll sign as a counselor too then.”
“I tried, but they already closed the list. I’m sorry, baby.”
Bored without Dustin or you, Steve felt like he had no summer goal or motivation. He therefore applied to every store at the new Hawkins mall until he was hired.
When he saw the outfit he was supposed to wear, he wished he had stayed at his house staring at the ceiling for the whole month.
At least he had Robin Buckley as a fellow tortured teenager—also known as ‘coworker’—at Scoops Ahoy. She was the only one who knew about your relationship since she had to pretend you were with her rather than at Steve's whenever your mother called.
Thanks to that, he had the freedom to whine about how much he was missing you all the time. Robin was the least supportive person ever, of course; she just teased and made fun of him, but at least it was refreshing being able to express his feelings about you with someone.
Steve marked on his calendar the day you were supposed to be back from camp. Talking on the phone was forbidden over there, so he relied on the letters you wrote him. Robin gifted him a ceramic box to keep them all, and he’d sometimes reread them on his bed before and after work.
Even though you had fallen for him first, it was clear Steve had fallen harder. He knew he was absurdly smitten and looked very pathetic, especially to dumb people like Robin. But his love for you was too strong to care about her opinion.
He felt like no one else would understand him. No one would comprehend that in less than six months he had realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
Finally, Dustin and you were back on a Sunday night. Steve was supposed to pick you up down the street, away from Dustin’s nosy eyes, tomorrow before his shift. He said he had planned a surprise... which you hoped included lots of sex.
Your mom and Dustin had fallen asleep hours before, but a single glance at your disorganized room had agitated you enough to want it cleaned before dawn. You’d taken a long, hot shower and begun the complicated task of cleaning your room. It was almost midnight, and you were too tired to change out of your towel.
Pop music was humming at a low volume from your radio as you rearranged your books in alphabetical order, a pet peeve you had.
TAP TAP TAP
You were too focused on your books to hear the tapping on your window. The song had changed to an ABBA one, causing you to groove and sing, “Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight.”
Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth while another held your hip. You felt your heart accelerate and your stomach drop at the feeling of a body pressing against yours.
That was it. You were about to die tonight.
You screamed against the hand and tried to free yourself.
“Shh, it's me! It's me!” Steve whispered urgently.
Color came back to your face. You pushed him off and glared at him. “What the fuck? I almost had a heart attack.”
But, wow, he looked incredibly handsome in a red polo shirt and jeans, his hair standing perfect with just a messy strand falling over his forehead, and his brown eyes staring at you as if you were holding the moon.
Steve was admiring you too, specifically the simple towel around your body. His hands remained on your hips as he explained, “I’m sorry for scaring you, baby. But I’ve been knocking on your window for the past fifteen minutes. I didn’t want to knock harder and wake up the entire house.”
That brought you back to reality. You had never ever met at your house, given that Dustin’s room was next to yours.
You paled and covered his mouth. “Steve, this is too risky. You shouldn't be here!”
He kissed your hand and gently pushed it away. “I had to see you. I've missed you so much.”
You smiled, falling instantly, and hugged him. You nuzzled your face on his chest before inhaling hard. He was wearing the perfume you had gifted him.
Steve chuckled as he caressed and kissed her hair. “Thank goodness, you’re back. My right wrist was starting to ache.”
Your jaw dropped, and you pulled back to gape at him. “Wow. You’re such a pig. What happened with ‘I cry so hard when I’m without you’ and all the corny things you wrote?”
Steve’s cheeks turned red. “That’s also true, and I could talk for ten hours about how much I’ve missed you, but…” His eyes dropped back to your towel-covered body. “Is that the solar system?”
You smiled and twirled so he could see the rest of the planets on your themed towel. “Cool, right?”
He snorted. “Yeah, but you’d look so much better without it, babe.” His hands lowered to squeeze your ass and pull you impossibly closer.
You pressed your hands in his chest and moved your face to the side. “Steve, this isn’t a good idea. Can’t you wait until tomorrow?”
Steve kissed your temple as he murmured, “Babe, I’ve been hard all day just from thinking about touching you again… I don’t think I can control myself now.”
You smirked but tried to be firm as you avoided his kisses. “What if someone hears us?”
Steve pouted. “I’ll be quiet.”
“You know I can’t be,” you whispered nervously. “It’s too difficult.”
“I’ll cover your mouth.” He placed his hand over your lips. “You can bite it. I don’t mind.”
You jokingly licked it before pushing it away. It had been almost six months of being extremely careful about hiding your relationship. But after four weeks of no heat, no kisses, no breathy grunts on your ear while he pounded into you from behind…
Fuck it.
“Sit down on the bed.”
Steve almost ran as he obeyed. His hands fidgeted with the sheets. You bit back a chuckle at his eagerness. He had the charm of making every time like the first one, always shaking from excitement.
You turned around and shook your ass playfully. Steve chuckled, then pinched a cheek. “Wanna see what’s behind Mars.”
“Steve!” you squealed as he suddenly ripped off your towel; the AC’s cold air made you shiver.
Steve’s darkened eyes traveled up and down your body. “So beautiful. Like a painting.”
You snorted and did a goofy pose. He rolled his eyes but smirked. “Twirl. Let me see what I’ve dreamed of all these nights.”
“Like a microwaved chicken?” you joked but ended up attending to his petition.
He sighed deeply and adjusted himself in his jeans. “Fuck, sweetheart. Sometimes I feel like you aren’t real. You should be at a beauty pageant, not tolerating me.”
“That’s so true,” you teased, posing again.
A lightbulb turned on in Steve’s head. “D’you still have that Polaroid cam?”
You crossed your arms, covering your breasts much to Steve’s dismay. “Not happening.”
“Princess, please,” he whined. “I ruined the last one two weeks ago.”
“What? You had five!”
He unbuckled his belt. “I accidentally finished on them. Oh, and I’ll also need more of your thongs.” He shoved down his jeans and underwear with his eyes glued to your body.
There was no way… “Steve, you have like six of them”
“I ruined them too, baby,” he whined and reached for your hips to pull you close. He kissed your stomach. “You’re so soft.”
You grasped his hair and pulled him off you, making him pout. “No touching for now. You can’t just ruin my stuff with no consequence.”
Steve whined dramatically. “Be mean tomorrow, please. I need you so badly right now.”
And by the precum around his painfully hard cock, you could tell he wasn’t lying. You were desperately horny too, but you loved teasing him.
You uncrossed your arms. “Take it all off and touch yourself the way you’ve done it these past days.”
He rolled his eyes and reluctantly complied. His discarded clothing and shoes landed next to your bed. His hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it slowly. He sighed shakily as his gaze swept across your body, lingering on your lips and breasts.
“Tell me what you imagined. All of it.”
Steve licked his lips and murmured, “Your lips… how good they feel around me. How deep you take me,” he moaned but quickly bit his lip. “Will you suck me off today, princess? P-please…”
“I don’t know if I want to,” you lied. You wanted to blow him off until your jaw ached and his cum choked you. “Do you think you deserve it?”
He looked at you with pleading eyes. “Y-yes. No. I—”
“Didn’t I ask you to tell me something?”
Steve gulped, ashamed, and nodded. “I’m sorry. You’re right. As always, baby.” His hand was loose around his cock while he stroked it slowly, afraid of coming too soon. “I’d remember your moans when you ride me… Or when I’m fucking you from behind. Fuck, you are noisy when I do that.”
Rolling your eyes, your cheeks turned pink, but you didn’t interrupt him.
“I’d remember your ass and I’d get hard in an instant, baby. It was so difficult at work. I had to hide in the bathroom. Don’t tell Robin.”
You couldn’t contain your chuckle. “She’d kick you out.”
He smiled, proud that he made you laugh. “Yeah, I knew that could happen, but I didn’t care. Sometimes I’d imagine you going for a swim at that fucking camp… with that tiny red bikini I told you to not wear without me around…”
Oh, you remembered that. You had bought it at a sex store just to rile him up, and it had worked a bit too much. You lied that you would take it to your beach trip and he almost ripped it in two.
“I imagined those idiots looking at what’s mine,” he murmured with a frown. “Did they try to hit on you?”
You shrugged. “Of course.”
His free hand turned into a fist around your sheets. “Did they try to touch you?”
You scoffed, “Obviously, who wouldn’t?”
His hand stopped. In a flash, Steve stood up and grasped your face. He muttered against your lips, “Tell me you’re joking, Y/N. I’m not fucking kidding.”
Oh, you loved riling him up like this. You looked at him with feigned innocence. “I told them I have a boyfriend.” He sighed, relieved. “But they didn’t care.”
His eyes turned darker. He dropped his hold to pass his hands through his hair as he paced around the room, panting nervously. His insecure mind conjured a hundred of fake scenarios of men’s hands roaming your body, taking you on the lake, the bunk beds, the showers…
Well, you felt a bit bad at his reaction. You caressed his arm. “I’m joking, honey.”
“I don’t like when you do that,” he mumbled, sitting down again. “I’ve told you before, Y/N. It’s not funny at all.”
“I’m sorry.” You knelt down between his legs and kissed his hand. “All the boys were annoying, cocky, ugly nerds. And I only have eyes for one handsome, cock-y man.” You slapped his dick gently and smirked
Steve sighed and patted your cheek. “Stick to your studies, baby. Comedy isn’t your strongest forte.”
You giggled. “Okay, that joke was horrible. But I make good ones sometimes!”
“Whatever you say, baby.” His thumb caressed your bottom lip as lust overcame his senses again. “You’re only mine, right?”
The insecurity in his voice made you feel like shit. No boy had tried to talk to you at camp. They were all so nervous around your confident, hot self. So out of place for them. And you hadn’t even noticed if they had stared at you. Your mind had been on Steve all the time.
You had to remind your man that you wanted no one else.
Your nails tauntingly ghosted from his knees to his upper thighs. Steve shuddered and his cock twitched.
“I also touched myself a lot thinking about you,” you admitted. “I used to smell your sweatshirt while I fingered myself.”
He moaned. “The green one?”
“Yeah, the Tigers one I stole from your closet,” you smirked as your hands squeezed his cock. He whined before you suddenly pulled away, stood up, and straddled him. “Touch yourself while I talk.”
His hand flew to grasp himself; his eyes dropped to your breasts. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Shut up.”
“Sorry,” he instinctively said.
Your hands clutched his shoulders. “I’d pictured the last day before I left. When we were on your bed and I sat on your face. D’you remember it?”
He nodded quickly. “I made you come five times with just my tongue.”
You tapped his nose. “Mhm. Such a good boy…”
He whimpered and sped up his hand. “Just wanna please you, baby.”
“I’d remember your big hands grabbing me, moving me around… shoving my head into your pillow while you fucked me hard…” you whispered. “’Twas a great night.”
“It was amazing,” he mumbled. He stopped to tease his tip before stroking slowly again. “I would do anything for you, princess.”
“Yeah? Anything to please me?” you smirked, enjoying how he was slowly turning to the submission mindset you liked.
He nodded without hesitation. “I love you so much. Only think about you all day. Need you… All the fucking time,” he whined and closed his eyes as he remembered that last night. Fuck, he had to calm down or he would finish in a few seconds.
His shaky, eager state was impressive, taking into consideration that you weren’t even touching or kissing him.
“Are you obsessed with me, Steve?” you teased.
He gave another firm nod. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Please, let me touch you…”
You sighed, pretending you weren’t just as desperate. “Fine, you can take control.”
Steve’s hands flew to your hips and his lips crashed into yours frantically. He turned you until you were on your back with him hovering over you.
“Prettiest… My girl… Only mine,” he kept murmuring sweet things as his kisses lowered to your jaw, down to your neck, until they reached your breasts.
He looked up at you for permission before diving into one of your nipples, sucking excitedly. His tongue circling around it made you moan a bit too loudly. Steve quickly covered your mouth with his hand, not stopping as he switched to your other nipple.
His hips were rubbing against the mattress, pathetically searching for any kind of friction. His desperation was pulling your heartstrings. Maybe you could be nice for once.
You pushed his hand down to your neck when you were sure you could control yourself. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good,” you whispered. “Always so good for me, yeah?”
His hand grasped your neck with the exact amount of pressure you wanted. He pulled back after kissing the soft valley between your breasts. “Only for you, princess.”
And because you knew how much he enjoyed it, you pulled his hair hard. “You didn’t flirt with any other girls while I was gone.”
His eyes went wide as he shook his head fervently. “No, never. They are nothing compared to you.”
You knew he wasn’t lying, but you kept playing. “So if I ask Robin, she’ll tell me that you behaved.”
“Yes, call her right now if you want, baby.” Steve kissed your breasts one last time before going up to your lips. “I’d rather cut my arm off than look at another girl. I have the perfect one in my arms.”
Your smirk turned into a loving smile at his words. You caressed his chest and whispered genuinely, “I missed you so much, Stevie.”
His hands lowered to rub your hips as your legs wrapped around him. “I don’t wanna spend another day without you by my side…”
Words vanished from your lips as Steve pushed in delicately. You bit your lip hard to quiet down your moans, only nodding to assure him he could move deeper.
“You were made for me,” he whispered breathlessly when he sank fully inside you. “Only for me, baby. Say it.”
Your arched back and nails marking him apparently weren’t answer enough. “I’m yours, Steve.”
Those simple words were enough to make him move, pulling all the way back before thrusting deeply. You whined softly, keeping your sounds just to his ears. He had promised he would cover them, but he needed to hear you after an entire month of silence.
“You fill me so good,” you moaned against his lips. “Missed you inside me.”
Steve had imagined your reunion sex a hundred times. He would picture you riding him on his car, or sucking him off as he drove you to a beautiful picnic, or fucking you against a wall of the first private place he would find.
But right now, as your glassy eyes looked at him tenderly, your shaky hands grasped his shoulders, and your parted lips grazed his with every thrust… he just wanted to lose himself into you by making love in a passionate, slow way. Just two lovers surrendering to the love their hearts couldn’t contain.
“Yeah?” he whispered before kissing you gently. “I love you.”
But you were brought out of the moment when you realized… your bed was thumping against the wall with each thrust. “Steve…”
He seemed to read your mind and seized his movements. “Fuck.”
You sat up nervously and grabbed two of your pillows to place them between the headboard and the wall. “Okay, that should work.” You returned to your spot beneath him and kissed his cheek. “Keep going.”
But Steve was frowning and glaring at you. “How do you know that? Have you brought any other boys here before me?”
You rolled your eyes, regretting your instinctive actions. “No, I haven’t.”
He huffed and shook his head. “Then how do you know that, Y/N? I’m serious—”
With a harsh hold on the nape of his neck, you brought him down to a messy, open-mouthed kiss that made him forget everything. Steve pulled your hips closer and drove into you again.
He raised your legs to his shoulders and pressed closer until they almost reached your chest, knowing how much it turned you on to be bent to your limits. His pace accelerated slightly, each thrust harder than the last.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned. “Steve, you’re so deep. Feels great, babe.”
You bit your lip hard when he hit your g-spot, blurring your vision for a second. Just like Steve, you enjoyed rough sex against any surface available. But nothing could compare to making love on your own bed after a month of no romance.
He kissed your forehead and whispered, “I love you.”
You were too entranced in how much his cock was filling you that you just whimpered in response. Maybe he was right; your pussy was made for him… or whatever he had said.
Fuck, the person you were a year ago would be devastated to learn how much Steve Harrington’s big dick could reduce you to an absurd mess. When he claimed you, all you could think about was how you couldn’t live without him deep inside you.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you whimpered, lost in lust.
But he suddenly stopped. The fuzziness in your brain dispersed as you tried to decipher what was wrong.
Steve’s eyes resembled a kicked puppy’s. “Why didn’t you say it back?”
You frowned and mumbled, “W-what? D-don’t stop.”
“You didn’t say ‘I love you’ back,” he whispered in a trembling voice. “Are you okay? Have I done something wrong?”
Fuck, you had missed it completely. Since you started dating, Steve had always been open about his various insecurities due to his past relationship with Nancy Wheeler. One of them being the unresponded ‘I love you’s.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear it.” You kissed him all across his face. “I love you so much, baby.”
He seemed more calm after your reassuring words. “I know you do. I’m sorry for getting like this—”
“No, I get it.” You kissed his lips, making sure you poured all the yearning you had for him. “You were fucking me so good that I couldn’t think of anything else.”
He smirked and laid you down again. “Did I fuck you stupid?”
You rolled your eyes and muttered, “You know you do. C’mon. Keep going.”
He loved how bossy and dominant you attempted to be during sex, but with a few hard thrusts, he would have you at his mercy.
Steve placed one of your plushies beneath your hips, the new angle letting him pound into you faster and deeper. This time, he had to cover your mouth to avoid waking up the entire street.
“God, always so tight for me,” he grunted. “Gripping me so perfectly, baby. Made for me.”
Your eyes rolled back as you whimpered against his hand. The pleasure was unbearably overwhelming.
“I can feel you’re close.” He thrust roughly once to prove his point. “You’ll let me take home more panties, right, princess?”
Even though you had almost no underwear left, you nodded fervently. His right hand slithered down your body till it reached your clit. As he rubbed it, he looked down at his cock driving inside you and almost lost it.
“Baby… I’m not gonna last long,” he confessed and moved his thumb faster, making you squirm.
You lowered his hand from your mouth and whined, “It’s okay if—”
“No. Want you to come first.”
“But I don’t mind if—”
“Absolutely not,” he grunted.
Blame it on his ego, but he would never ever let himself finish before you. Your pleasure was his priority. He knew your body like the palm of his hand, and he knew exactly what turned you on.
Without slowing down his thrusts, he grasped your cheeks until your mouth opened and spat inside it. “Swallow.”
The way your pussy clenched around him almost made him lose his last bit of self-control. A few more seconds of Steve rubbing your clit tipped you over into release.
He had to press his hand against your mouth as you let out a brokenly loud moan. Your back arched, as if possessed, and your hands gripped the sheets to the point of almost tearing them apart.
Steve smirked and rooted into you harshly; the lovemaking out the window. “‘M not letting you go again, baby. Need you like this every night.”
And just as he was about to finish, a sudden realization dropped on him. Steve froze and looked at you with wide eyes. “I forgot the condom. You’re still on the pill?”
You chuckled and nodded. He was really thinking about that now?
He sighed relieved and kept going until his orgasm unraveled completely, filling you up with his cum. His thrusts slowed until he was sure every drop was inside you, then he collapsed next to you and quickly brought you into a hug.
“I’m glad you’re back,” he murmured while kissing your head.
You briefly looked down at your sprawled legs and the white liquid pouring out of you, drenching your sheets. But, fuck, you were too tired to care.
“I wouldn’t have minded,” Steve whispered.
“What?” you yawned.
“If you weren’t on the pill…” His hand caressed your belly. His softening cock almost twitched at the thought of you pregnant with his child. “I wouldn’t mind starting a family with you now.”
You snorted and turned around so he could cuddle you from behind. “Steve, we just turned eighteen.”
“I don’t care. I have a job now. I’d maintain you and our kid. You could move into my house since my parents are never there anyway,” he rambled softly in your ear.
“What about college?” you whispered.
“We would go with you to New York. I’d get a job and take care of our baby while you study,” he continued. “Then, I’d become a millionaire to maintain you, the most powerful businesswoman in the country, and our six kids.”
“Six?” you chuckled, more asleep than conscious. “Mhm… great idea.”
It wasn’t the first time he had dreamed awake of having the whole combo with you. Steve wanted to marry you, buy a mansion on the countryside and have a big family full of kids with your eyes, your smile, your wit…
“Good night,” he whispered, even though you had already dozed off.
— — —
Next morning...
Dustin couldn’t wait to see his friends again. He would show them everything he made at camp and tell them about his beautiful girlfriend.
He only needed a hat he was sure he had stashed in one of your bags.
It was almost nine o’clock in the morning, so if Dustin accidentally woke you up, it would be your fault. He walked into your room carelessly, used to giving you no privacy.
“Good morning, dumb—” His words were cut short by the sight of your cluttered room. The amount of clothes scattered around the floor made it seem like a minefield. “Fucking hell, Y/N, do you know the concept of decency?”
The air conditioner was set at its highest volume, so you were covered from head to toe by the sheets. He walked towards the bed, smiling devilishly, and took off the duvet.
Dustin’s high-pitched scream probably woke up half the neighbourhood.
“WHAT THE HELL?!”
Steve and you sat up in a flash, looking around confused and half-asleep. Thankfully, you had put on an old hoodie and some shorts in the middle of the night, but your boyfriend…
Dustin covered his eyes and turned around. His hands reached for anything until he grabbed a bottle of water. He swung it around in the direction of the bed. “I’LL KILL YOU, HARRINGTON!”
His hits were practically missing Steve, but it didn’t lower the fear inside both of you. Steve jumped off the bed and got dressed hurriedly.
“Henderson, let me explain,” he tried. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Really? ‘Cause it looked like you were fucking my sister under my own roof!” Dustin replied, finally glaring at Steve with nothing but fury. He raised the water bottle and threw it at his head. “Come here, you son of a bitch!”
Steve moved out of the way. “Calm down! I won’t fight with you.”
“Well, I will!” Dustin tackled him to the ground.
You gasped and quickly rushed to pull your brother off your boyfriend. “Dustin, stop! What the hell are you doing?”
“Murdering him!” Dustin had picked up the water bottle and was hitting Steve with it.
“Henderson, just listen!” Steve was trying to cover his face from the attacks. “I love her. This isn’t just a hookup, I swear!”
Dustin’s arm froze right before another hit. You took advantage of his stillness and pulled him off Steve.
They both stood up, looking at each other breathlessly. You quickly placed yourself between them.
Still panting, Steve said, “I know I have a bad reputation, but I love your sister more than anything in my life.”
“Dust, you know me. I’m not stupid. I genuinely love him,” you said firmly. “And I have for the last six months.”
Dustin took a step back, flinching from your words. “You’ve been hiding it from me all this time?”
Steve placed an arm around you as he moved to stand at your side. “I asked her to. I was afraid that you would think I just befriended you to get to her.”
You gulped and stepped closer to your brother. “But he didn’t, Dust. I swear I started it. I kissed him.”
Dustin looked to the ground quietly, then at you two. “I know I have… almost no patience. I’m impulsive and—”
“Hot-headed,” Steve completed as he rubbed the place where Dustin had hit him. You glared at him, making him add, “Uhm, not the moment. Sorry.”
Your brother ignored him and kept talking. “And, as much as I hate to admit it, you two are a good match, but… I wish I hadn’t found out like this.”
“You’re right,” you quickly replied. “I’m sorry.”
Your bond with your brother… the trust, the love and the care between you was the most important thing in your life. And for a second, you almost lost it for a boy.
“However…” Dustin continued. A small smirk spread across his face. “If one of you hurts the other, I’ll kill you both.”
His teasing tone was a sign that he wasn’t completely mad anymore. Your souls came back to your bodies.
You pulled away from Steve and hugged Dustin. “I’m sorry.”
He grimaced and pushed you off. “Ew! You probably haven’t showered after… it.”
Steve’s cheeks turned red and he stammered, “We didn’t—”
“I’m not an idiot, I heard odd sounds last night, but I thought it was street cat,” Dustin muttered, glaring with disgust. “I’m happy you two found your other halves or whatever, but don’t fuck in my house. Ever again. Or I will snitch with mom.”
You rolled your eyes but nodded. Steve said, “Never again. We promise.”
Dustin walked past you and slammed the door shut, bringing the quietness back.
Steve sighed deeply and dropped his head on your shoulder. “I think I peed a bit.”
“Ew!” You chuckled and pushed him off you. “That was… less bad than I imagined.”
He reached for you, ignoring your protests, and kissed you softly. “Now I can do that whenever I want.”
Right when you were about to reply, a startling yell came from the other side of the door, “And use protection! I’m not ready to be an uncle!”
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a/n: happy holidays! a gift in honor of vol. 2 day. hope our man doesn't die tho.
pairing: steve harrington x fem reader
summary: it was a clear rule at family video that you never, ever borrow the tapes. and as their star employee, you never did. but after breaking up with your boyfriend, an x-rated tape was what you needed to prepare yourself for your next date. or would it be Steve Harrington?
wc: 10.8k
warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), inexperienced reader, oral sex (f & m receiving), finger sucking, nipple play, dirty talk, praise
Most of the time, Steve’s thirty minute break was the only minutes of peace he’d have to himself the entire day. He’d start his morning quietly, waking up alone in his house and making his way to work. But the minute he’d push his way through those doors, chaos would ensue.
Especially during the summer. Kids, teenagers and adults alike all bustling around Family Video in search for something specific. He’d deal with it all. The sweet elderly women that stood talking to him for too long because he was just too lovely, the group of kids who’d linger for way too long and completely ignore his shooing them away.
And after work would almost always entail driving straight from work to wherever he was needed. Sometimes it would just be picking up Dustin and Lucas, dropping them home safely from Will’s house. Or Robin’s house for movie night, bringing along whatever tape he’d swiped that afternoon.
It was something that was very frowned upon, but all the employees did. Sneak the odd tape or two in their bag, watch it that night and return it on their next shift like it had never been missing in the first place.
Well, all the employees except for you. You wouldn’t say that you were Family Video’s star employee, but if somebody else said that – you wouldn’t deny it.
You were always early to every shift, your uniform always perfectly tidy and straightened. You never took too long on your break, you’d even sometimes head back onto the shop floor a few minutes earlier if you could hear the herds of people from the breakroom. You’d always pick up any extra shifts, or cover anybody if they needed to.
And you never, ever swiped any tapes. And everybody knew that.
On this surprisingly quiet Thursday evening, Steve was finally clocking out to take his break. He’d packed himself a peanut butter sandwich this morning, along with a bag of chips that had gotten slightly crushed from his trip from his car this morning.
“I’m gonna take my thirty now, will you be alright out here on your own?” You heard Steve ask from behind you. You stood at the front counter, restocking the rows of candy that was kept at the front of the store.
Your hands paused on a bar of Snickers, you turned to glance over your shoulder to see Steve leaning against the counter behind you with his arms crossed, twirling his little brown paper bag between his fingers.
A small laugh escaping your lips as you looked across the shop floor, eyes focusing on two young girls browsing in one of the aisles. “I think I can handle it. Go put your feet up, enjoy your break.”
Steve huffed a laugh, nodding at you before tightening his grip on his sacked lunch. He turned on his feet and made his way to the back of the store, pushing the door open with his elbow as he sauntered through.
The break room was on the smaller side. A table in the middle of the room with a few mismatched chairs, a countertop lining the side of the room where the employees would keep their bags despite the hooks hanging just above it.
There was a small pile of magazines that laid on the counter, different genres that people would bring to work and then discard for others to read after. As Steve passed them, he grabbed the one on the top to keep his mind occupied whilst he ate.
Spin. Hm, not his first choice, but it’ll do. One hand held his flattened sandwich to his mouth whilst the other flicked through the pages, his eyes reading over an article about Prince.
His eyes flickered to the clock that sat above the door, reading seven thirty. He huffed out a sigh, flicking the magazine that he’d read back to front closed and pushed himself from his chair. He shoved his empty packet of chips into the brown paper bag, and tossed it into the trashcan underneath the counter.
As Steve was mentally preparing himself to return to work for the next two and a half hours, he dropped the magazine onto the stack with the others as he passed it, but something caught his eye.
Right next to the pile, was a brown leather handbag that was slightly scuffed with wear, a red ribbon tied around one of the handles. He knew that it was yours, he’d seen you wear it hundreds of times. But something that he hadn’t seen before was the tape that was poking out of it.
He took a step closer, his eyes squinting as he leant down, not wanting to touch your bag but couldn’t ignore his interest. His fingers wrapped around the corner of the tape, slowly pulling it out to reveal Pretty Peaches 2, an orange cover with a woman clad in black lingerie.
“What the–” He mumbled to himself, his eyebrows knitting together as he turned the tape over to read the back. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, clearing it as he carefully slipped the tape back into place where he’d found it.
Steve wiped the corner of the tape as if to wash away his fingerprints, and quickly scurried out of the breakroom. He adjusted his vest as he looked over the rest of the store, the two girls who’d been in earlier had now left, just leaving you at the front of the store still organising the candy.
He felt his mouth go dry once his eyes landed on you, his tongue slipping past his lips to swipe across his lower lip as he attempted to steady himself. He didn’t know what was more puzzling, the fact that you were keeping porn in your bag or the fact that you’d actually swiped a tape.
You glanced up as you felt Steve making his way over to you, flashing him a wide smile as you placed a packet of Reece’s Pieces on the stand. “Nice break?”
The softness of your voice hit his ears like honey, he flashed you a tight smile as he leant against the counter in front of you. His arms slipped across his chest, as if a shield of armour to protect himself from this secret he was now hiding. “Yeah, was great.”
You’d known Steve for a while now, from working together here. You’d been a friend of Robin’s in high school, of course you knew of Steve but he was never somebody whose circle you ran in. Robin had got you a job here shortly after the two of them started working here, and you slotted perfectly right into their little group.
When you weren’t at work, you were hanging out with your boyfriend, Trevor. But after your break up two months ago, you were now spending your time with Robin and Steve. You’d gotten to know Steve quite well, he was a charismatic and caring friend who carried himself with a lot of confidence. He was really funny, always making you laugh even when you were feeling down about your breakup. You’d also, obviously, noticed that he was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.
He watched as your eyes glanced over him, taking in his quietened demeanor. He’d usually jump at the opportunity of a quiet store to spiel about a stupid story that you’d heard a million times but always made you laugh anyway, just to hear it.
“You alright?” You pressed gently, grabbing the empty box that was holding all of the new candy and rounded to the other side of the counter to push it beneath it, making a mental note to take it out the back with you when you leave.
“Me? Yeah, I’m fine.” He practically laughed out with disbelief, one of his hands coming up to scratch at the nape of his neck before lowering it back to cross his chest.
Your eyebrows furrowed gently, but ultimately decided not to press it any further. You just got on with your closing tasks for the day, the clock ticking and ticking on until it finally hit ten o’clock.
“Do you want a ride home?” Steve asked, leaping forward to grab the empty box from you as you made your way to the break room to grab your stuff.
“Oh, that’d be great. Thanks, Steve,” You flashed him a smile as you let him take the box from you, tilting your head toward the breakroom before stepping toward it. “Let me grab my stuff, I’ll be just a minute.”
He nodded gently as he watched you disappear through the door, exhaling the breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in. It seemed like forever that he was hearing you shuffling about in there, he even thought he heard you talking to yourself until you finally swung the door open and stepped out.
“Ready to go?” He spoke as he adjusted the box under his arm, twisting his car keys around his finger before closing them in his palm.
“Ready.” You gave him a small nod, crossing the store to flick off the lightswitch before walking the two of you to the back door. Steve thanked you as you held it open for him, jogging over to the large recycling bin to chuck the box into.
You locked up the back door, making your way over to Steve’s car. He was quick to catch up to you, making sure to open the passenger door for you like always. You thanked him as you slipped inside, pulling your seatbelt on as he rounded the car.
Steve’s door shut behind him as he settled into his seat, twisting the key in the car as he glanced over at you. Your bag sat close to you on your lap, your fingers holding it as if someone was going to pry the door open and swipe it from your hands.
“So, you got any plans for tonight?” Steve asked softly, turning over his shoulder to check his mirrors as he pulled out of the empty car park, his attention turning to you as his hand put the car into gear.
“Uh,” You took your lower lip between your teeth as you thought, trying to think of an excuse. You obviously weren’t going to tell Steve about the tape in your bag, and what you were actually going to do tonight. “Probably just watch a movie or something.”
Steve nodded at your words, his eyes focused on the dark night ahead of him. “Any movie in particular?” He glanced over at you, without thinking his eyes dropped to your bag beneath your tight grip.
When his eyes met yours again, your lips parted slightly and your expression turned into something like a deer caught in headlights. Steve cleared his throat, turning his attention back in front of him as you shuffled in your seat.
“You saw it?” Your voice left as a whisper, you could feel the heat rising to your skin. Your chest tightening as you kept your eyes on Steve, your grip loosening on your bag as you let out a small sigh.
“I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t looking through your stuff or anything, God– I’m not a creep,” He laughed awkwardly, clearing his throat before continuing. “I was just putting one of the magazines back and your bag was open, I swear I–” When he finally looked over at you, your hand was covering your face.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I just– I was surprised, didn’t peg you for the porn type.” His voice mumbled the last few words, catching your glare as your hands dropped to the bag on your lap.
“It’s fine, Steve,” You finally said with a shrug of your shoulder, your fingers pulling the zipper open and wrapping around the tape. “I’m not the porn type, to be honest.”
“No? Well, I’d say the tape that you smuggled from work would beg to differ.” He snickered, a small smirk fighting his features as he glanced over at you now he knew you weren’t angry at him for finding it.
You scoffed, your hand reaching over to swat against his arm before looking down at the tape. “I didn’t take it to like, get off to or anything.” Your voice spoke softly, your eyes avoiding his as you looked down at the woman on the cover.
Steve swallowed thickly, battling down any thoughts of you alone in your room watching that tape that were now at the forefront of his mind. He cricked his neck slightly, hands tightening on the wheel as he spoke. “No? Why’d you take it then? Appreciate the camera work?”
A laugh huffed past your lips at his words, shaking your head gently as you stuffed the tape back into your bag and zipped it back up. “It’s kinda.. Embarrassing.” You whispered softly, twirling your finger around the ribbon that laid across your lap.
“Embarrassing?” Steve questioned, turning the car down onto your street. You felt him glance over at you, and when you met his gaze he was looking at you with a look you hadn’t seen from him before. Maybe, concern? “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.”
You took in a long breath, exhaling it as your gaze turned to watch your house inch closer and closer. “It’s just– Me and Trevor obviously broke up like, two months ago. And I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Steve pulled up his car outside of your house, flicking off the engine and turning his body to you to give you his full attention, his voice soft as he spoke. “That’s not embarrassing.”
“Yeah, no, I know. I’m not embarrassed about that,” You said quickly, debating on whether you should continue or just duck and roll out of the car and into the dark of your bedroom. “I was with Trevor for a long time, like five years, we were each other's first everything. But, he was never really into sex. I could probably count on one hand how many times we fucked in the last like, year of our relationship.”
Steve’s lips pursed shut slightly, his eyes wandering your features that were highlighted from the streetlamps that sat outside his car. “That’s also not embarrassing.”
You scoffed a small laugh, your head leaning back into the headrest before turning it to look at him. “I have a date on Saturday night, and I don’t know how it’s gonna go or if anything will even happen. But, I wanna be prepared. Hence, my homework.” You lifted up your bag with that, the tape rustling in your bag.
“Oh– Oh, right,” Steve caught on to your idea, shifting slightly in his seat as he cleared his throat. “So, you’re gonna watch porn and study?”
A laugh fell past your lips, nodding your head as your hand ducked to unclip your seatbelt. “Pretty much. My parents are away for the weekend, so I’m gonna make some popcorn and write some notes.”
Steve laughed with you, nodding his head as he watched you hook your bag over your shoulder and open the car door. “Well, have a good time, I guess.” His eyebrow twitched at his words, unsure how to wish somebody luck with studying porn.
“Thanks, Harrington. And thanks for the ride.” You smiled over at him as you shut the door, offering him a wave before fishing in your bag for your key as you walked up the pathway to your front door.
Steve’s mind was whirling at a million miles a minute. Thinking of you sitting there all alone watching porn, thinking of what you’d look like with your hand inevitably slipping between your legs under your skirt.
If Steve was completely, utterly, totally honest with himself, he did always have some resemblance of undiscovered feelings for you. He couldn’t name exactly when it started, he’d thought you were pretty cute when Robin introduced the two of you. But you had a boyfriend and Steve was a gentleman.
But when you’d broken up with Trevor, things for Steve changed.
His breath hitched in his throat, and before he could stop himself he was unclicking his own seatbelt and slamming his door shut behind him.
“Hey!” He called out your name, jogging slightly to catch up with you as you’d stepped into your house. Your eyebrows furrowed as he walked up to your door, his hands slipping into his pocket as he toed up to your porch. “Uh, you– you can totally say no. But, if you’re just gonna sit there and study, I have nothing to do tonight. I can hold the popcorn bowl, answer any questions that you might have.”
Your eyebrows furrowed gently at his proposition, your tongue jutting over your lower lip as you glanced over your shoulder into your empty house. You’d always found Steve attractive, it was never a surprise to you that he did well with girls, but he was your friend. Watching porn with him would be stupid, right? You couldn’t do that. Not when the sounds of moans or slapping skin is filling up the room, or when you could just reach over–
“Sure,” You choked, completely ignoring every voice in your brain screaming no. You stepped further into your entry, holding the door open for him. “Come on in.”
The house somehow felt even quieter and emptier once Steve had shut the door behind him. Your finger flicked the big light on, your eyes squinting slightly as the warm bulb lit up the room you and Steve were both now standing in.
“The TV in here isn’t working,” You said with your back turned to Steve as you pushed your shoes off, toeing them to line up by the back door before peering over to him. “Is it weird if we watch it in my room?”
Steve laughed gently as he shrugged a shoulder, copying your actions by pushing off his own shoes. “Not necessarily, nothin’ weird about two friends researching porn together.” His hands slipped into his pockets, straightening his posture as he smiled down at you.
You nodded gently, taking your bag off your shoulder and swinging it by your side as you glanced around you slightly. “I guess you’re right. Follow me, then.” You began walking backwards, beckoning him with your hand as you made your way up the staircase toward your bedroom.
It soon dawned on you that Steve had never been inside your house before, let alone your bedroom. God, did you even make your bed this morning? What about that pile of laundry you took upstairs last night?
When you pushed your door open, you exhaled a short breath at the sight of your made bed and tidy room. You held it open for Steve, waiting until he’d passed you to click it shut.
“Nice room.” Steve observed as he perched himself on the edge of your bed, his fingers reaching out to grab a photo of you and Robin that you kept on your nightstand. You watched him smile gently at it, before catching your gaze and placing it back where it lived.
“Thank you very much,” You smiled, sitting your bag next to him as you shrugged off your uniformed vest. You crossed your room, hanging it over the back of your chair, clearing your throat as you looked over at Steve. “You can make yourself comfortable, you know.”
“Oh– Yeah, right.” He mumbled, fingers battling his own vest off as you grabbed an old sweatshirt from your wardrobe, along with a pair of your sleep shorts. You pulled the sweater over your head, manoeuvring your arms out of your t-shirt beneath it and pulled it out of the neck of your sweater.
You rounded to the other side of your bed so you were behind Steve, quickly glancing to make sure he was facing away from you as you stepped into your shorts. You were swift to pull them up before shimmying out of your skirt, taking your discarded clothes in your hands and dropping them into your laundry basket.
“You sure you wanna do this?” You joked as you made your way back to Steve’s side of the bed, glancing down at him as your fingers hovered over the zip of your bag.
Steve’s eyebrows furrowed gently as he nodded up at you, his expression reading that he’d do anything to help out a friend, that’s just the kind of guy he was. “Of course, if you’re sure then I’m happy to help.”
Your own eyebrows raised slightly as you squinted down at him, ultimately deciding if this was going to be a good idea. No, it wasn’t. But you’d already grabbed the tape and made your way over to your DVR to slip the tape in.
“Alright then,” You announced as you spun around and climbed onto your bed, crawling up it to sit against your headboard. Steve turned over his shoulder to you at your words, a small smile creeping on his lips as you patted the mattress next to yourself. “Let’s watch some porn, I guess.”
A small sound you couldn’t name escaped Steve’s throat, nodding as he swung his own legs onto your bed to crawl up to sit beside you. He sat a fair bit away from you, bringing his knees up and resting his elbows up on them. “Let’s watch some porn.”
You snorted a laugh gently as you looked up at him, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you lifted your remote to point it at the TV. Your room suddenly filling with the sound of the cheesiest attempt of sexy instrumental music, a woman in black lingerie taking over the screen that sat at the end of your bed.
The woman was gorgeous, slender and blonde with a body that you’d see on the cover of a magazine. Your eyes dialed in as you watched her straddle the man that had just come onto the screen, the close ups of their mouths and tongues moving in unison was a lot more erotic than you’d ever seen, ever even experienced.
The screen showed the man’s hands trailing up and down her body, over her breasts and settling on her back. You glanced over at Steve, who was also completely clocked in on the screen before him. He must’ve felt you staring, because his eyes met yours out of the corner of his, his attention turning to you.
“You alright over there?” He swallowed slightly, his hand rubbing over his wrist before turning back to the TV. Your eyes followed suit, watching the man’s lips wrapped around the woman’s nipple, the sound of her moans causing you to push your thighs together without realising.
“Y–Yeah, totally alright,” You huffed an awkward laugh, your arms crossing over your chest as your legs shifted beneath you. “Are you?”
He nodded over at you, his eyes wandering over your features as you intently watched the scene play out ahead of you. He lowered his knees, leaning further into the headboard as he crossed one of his legs over the other.
Your eyebrows furrowed gently, watching the man ravish the woman’s breast. Her back arching in pleasure as he messily, sloppily made out with her chest. “I didn’t know guys liked doing that.” Your voice mumbled.
“Liked what?” Steve hummed gently, his attention fixed on the sounds the woman was emitting before his head tilted down at you just as you looked up to catch his eye.
Your lips parted slightly, realising you’d said that out loud. You cleared your throat gently, your head turning back to the TV as you shrugged gently. “Y’know, he just seems to really enjoy.. Doing what he’s doing.”
“Well, he’s probably enjoying it so much ‘cause she’s loving it,” Steve explained gently, his own head tilting as he watched the man press kisses down the woman’s sternum. “Well, for some people, their nipples are super sensitive, some people really enjoy having them– Y’know, played with.”
“Hm.” You observed, thinking back to the few sexual experiences you’d had with Trevor and how he’d never paid any attention to your chest. Your arms adjusted over your chest, breath slightly hitching in your throat as you realised your own nipples were hard, a slight shiver breezing down your spine at the feeling of them brushing against your sweater.
You and Steve sat in silence as you watched the man’s head dip between the woman’s thighs. The loud, wet sounds of his tongue lapping at her core mixing with her cries and moans were beginning to feel far too much for you. All you could think about whilst watching the woman grind against her partner's face, was how badly you needed that right now.
“Did– Uh,” Steve started, his hand coming up to his face to rub across his chin as he glanced over at you, watching you transfixed on the screen. “Did Trevor ever do that to you?”
You could only scoff a laugh, shaking your head gently. “No, Trevor was very much an in and out, one and done kind of guy,” Your teeth sank into your lower lip gently, your hand lifting to push your hair behind your ear as you continued. “Maybe once, he did. But it didn't last very long, said it wasn’t his thing.”
Steve laughed down at you in disbelief, causing your neck to twist quickly to look up at him with your eyebrows gently furrowed together. “Sorry, sorry. Just find that hard to believe.” He admitted with a small shrug as he looked back at the TV, you watched his throat bob at the close up of the man’s tongue swirling around her clit.
“Do you like it?” You whispered gently, not realising the hitch in your breath that had started at the thought of Steve eating pussy. Wondering how his luscious locks of hair would feel against your thighs, his thick hands holding onto you as his tongue ravished you.
“Do I?” He broke his eyes from the screen, taking a moment to look over your expression before giving a small nod. His palm splayed against his thigh, rubbing it gently as he spoke. “Yeah, I mean, I like making whoever I’m with feel good, that gets me off. But, it is pretty hot.”
You flashed him a small smile, watching as he turned his attention back to the screen. Your hands dropped to your sides, pushing yourself to sit further up as you turned your own attention back to the screen. Watching closely as she rode out her orgasm on his fingers and his tongue, glancing back over to Steve out of the corner of your eye.
“What’s it like?” You whispered hoarsely, turning your full attention to him as he glanced over at you. “Like, being with someone like that. I mean, me and Trevor never had this kind of passion. I don’t think I’ve ever– Orgasmed from someone’s fingers before.”
Steve’s lips parted gently, his eyes darting between your own and the screen before slightly turning his body to you. “Well, it’s all about knowing what your partner wants. What gets them going, what they like, what they don’t like. When you’re with someone who knows what you want and you can really let go with, it’s sorta the best thing.”
Your lips pursed together slightly, nodding as you ran the palm of your hand across your collarbone, trying to attempt to cool down the sudden burn of your skin as your eyes wandered his face. “How d’you know what you like?”
You watched Steve’s tongue dart past his lips to trail across his lower lip, wetting it before taking in a short breath. His eyes glanced over your face, slowly trailing down your body before finding your eyes again. “Do you want to find out?” His voice was low and hearty as he spoke, causing shivers to roll down your spine.
“H–How will I find out?” You pressed quietly, lowering your hand from your shoulder to rest on your lap. Your body shifted slightly under his gaze, turning your body to his further.
Steve inhaled a short breath, his hand lowering from his thigh to press into the mattress to angle himself closer to you. You felt all of your inhibitions get sucked from your mind as he lifted his other hand to brush a fallen strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes ducking to your lips before looking back into yours. “Let me help you out, we can find out what you like together.”
It felt as if Steve had sucked the air from your lungs, your eyes fell to his lips as you nodded softly. “Yeah, okay.” You whispered gently as you inched yourself closer to him.
His hand that pushed the hair into place found your jaw, cupping it gently as he dragged his thumb against your lower lip softly. “Can I kiss you?” He asked tenderly, a complete stark difference to the lewd sound of skin slapping pouring out of the TV.
You were quick to nod, your eyes transfixed on the plush of his lips. And before you knew it, they were on yours. Tenderly taking your upper lip between his as your lashes fluttered shut, your hand finding his thigh to ground yourself as his slipped from your jaw to curl through your hair, holding you steady against him.
Just as you parted your lips to further the kiss, he’d pulled his own away. They were quick to press to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, every inch of your skin until they found the curve of your jaw. His fingers slipping to hold the back of your neck as he sucked gently on the soft skin of your neck, grazing his teeth gently against it before soothing the touch with his tongue.
Your head lulled back into his hand, giving him easier access to any part of you that he wanted to touch. Your hand squeezed his thigh, edging him on as the other slipped up from the mattress to hold onto his shoulder.
“Is this okay?” His voice murmured against your skin, earning a quick nod from you along with a soft sigh of pleasure. He hummed gently in approval, dragging his wet lips to your collarbone.
Steve’s spare hand found your lower back, pulling you closer to him as his lips practically devoured any inch of your skin that was peeking out from the neck of your sweater. You let out another pleasured sigh, your eyes opening to meet his as you felt him lift his head.
His thumb traced back and forth at the nape of your neck, watching you closely as your eyes trailed from his back down to his lips. Your hand that was glued to his thigh raised to his shoulder, and before you could second guess your actions, you were pushing yourself up onto your knees and lifting your leg over his lap.
You hesitantly settled yourself down on him, feeling very aware that you were now straddling him whilst the tape continued to play behind you. Both of his hands found refuge at your waist, you could feel the weight of his hands through the thin fabric.
“Is this okay?” You whispered softly, lifting a hand from his shoulder to push through the few strands of his hair that had fallen over his forehead. He nodded softly, huffing a small laugh through his nose which earned a small smile from you.
“Of course it’s okay,” His own voice whispered back, his hand slipping up your back slowly. Landing between your shoulder blades, leaning you closer until your chest pressed against his. Your eyes dropped to his lips, sitting only a few inches from yours. “You can do anything you want to me.”
The corner of your mouth curved into a smirk, a disbelieving laugh passing your lips gently as the gravity of the situation weighed on your shoulders. Your hand slipped up to hold his jaw, nodding gently before you lifted your chin to press your lips against his.
He let you take the lead, a content sigh falling from his against your lips. You could feel yourself melting against him, his grip tightening on your waist as your tongue parted his lips. You moaned gently into his mouth as your tongue fought against his, his hand slipping down your back to slip them both under the hem of your sweater to hold your waist.
His warm hands felt electric against your bare skin, the fabric pooling at his wrists as your hips shifted on his lap. Your breath hitched into his mouth as your core rocked against the bulge suddenly apparent to you through Steve’s denim.
Your hips began rocking back and forth slowly, a tight moan croaking in your throat with each grind, the seam of the fabric hitting your clit at the perfect angle. Steve’s hands slipped down to your hips, guiding your movements as he pulled his lips back from yours.
“Does that feel good, honey?” His lips whispered against yours hoarsely, his forehead leaning against yours as you nodded up at him. Your lips parted, your mind scrambling to find the words to say as you felt yourself clenching around nothing.
One of Steve’s hands tightened on your waist, the other slowly pushing up your side again and pulling up your sweater with it. His hand paused beneath your breast, his thumb gently rubbing against the skin as he let out a tight breath.
“You can take it off, Steve.” You whispered back softly, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as your hips came to a pause. It wasn’t lost on you that you were currently making out with your friend, about to bare yourself to him completely, but nothing about it felt weird. Somehow, it felt like this was always going to happen.
He nodded gently, pressing his lips to yours softly as his hands continued their journey of pulling your sweater up and over your head. You pulled your lips back from his reluctantly to rid the garment, lifting your arms up from his shoulders as he pulled it away from you.
But when you came out the other side, Steve’s gaze was straight back to your eyes. Offering you a warm smile as his hands placed one at your lower back, the other between your shoulder blades as he pulled you back down to him.
His lips brushed against yours softly, not kissing you yet but more just exploring the feeling of your lips against his. You sighed against his mouth at the feeling of the pique cotton of Steve’s shirt rubbing against your nipples as he held you against him.
Slowly, his grip on you tightened as his legs shifted beneath him. He sucked your upper lip between his as your arms snaked around his neck, one of his hands slipping down your body to hold your thigh as he lifted you slightly to lower you onto your back against your mattress.
Once he’d placed you down and he’d settled between your thighs, he pulled his lips from yours slowly to finally glance down at your chest. One of his hands braced beside you to hold himself up, whilst the other splayed against your waist gently rubbing his thumb against your skin. His lips pressed to the corner of your mouth, trailing along your jaw and your neck before fluttering down toward your chest.
“You’re so beautiful,” He mumbled against your skin, your fingers slipping through his hair as you looked down at him. His eyes flickered up to yours as he lifted his head up slightly, the corner of his lips turning upward. “Seriously. I think you’re beautiful.”
Just as you went to reply, he lowered his lips to your skin again. His tongue passed his lips to circle around your hardened nipple, a low sigh of pleasure rumbling from your chest. His mouth wrapped around it, latching onto the hardened peak as his hand slipped from your waist to cup your breast he was neglecting.
His thumb rubbed the soft skin on the underside of your breast, trailing up to rub back and forth against the peak as he began twisting it with his forefinger. His mouth left your breast with a pop, quick to soothe the other as your grip tightened on the strands of his hair.
“God, Steve,” You huffed as you watched him, your hips rocking up desperate to find him again. His eyes fluttered up to yours as he sucked on your nipple, releasing it with a pop before moving back to the other. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah?” He mumbled against you, earning you to quickly nod down at him. He pulled his lips from you with a small smirk, pressing into the mattress as he lifted himself to find your lips again. “We’re only getting started.”
You huffed a sigh against his lips at his words, your hands tangling in his hair as he sucked your lower lip between his, his teeth gently sinking into it before pulling back. He pressed a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw, dipping to your collarbone, down across your chest and between your breasts.
His hands followed his movements, slipping down your body as his lips continued down your sternum until they reached your navel. His eyes flickered up to yours as he shifted backward, his hands trailing down your thighs until they reached your knees.
“Just relax, okay?” Steve spoke gently as he sat before you, your knees sat pressed together but his gentle touch was igniting a fire within you that you knew needed to be put out. “If at any time it gets too much, or you don’t like it. We can stop, yeah?”
Your teeth sank into your lower lip as your breath hitched in your throat, gently nodding as your knees fell apart for him. “I don’t think that’ll be an issue.” You smirked softly through a small laugh, watching as his fingers wrapped around your sleep shorts. You lifted your hips up, angling your legs for him so he could discard them.
“Shit,” He mumbled under his breath as he took in the sight of you before him. Laid in a pair of light coloured panties, his hands slowly inched down your thighs, rubbing the soft skin as his eyes glued to your core. “You’re so wet, already.”
He proved his observations as his palm pressed against your mound, his thumb softly circling the wet patch of your underwear that stuck to you as his eyes flickered up to yours. He watched as your head lulled back into the mattress, quick to lift to find his gaze again.
“So, I guess you can write this down for your homework,” He started as he lowered himself between your legs, pressing his lips to your knee as his thumb continued to manoeuvre against your slit.
“You like your breasts played with, you like me suckin’ on them, touching them,” You watched intently as his lips gradually pressed closer and closer to where you needed him the most. His fingers slipped to wrap around the band of your underwear, his lips brushing your inner thigh. “You like your neck being kissed, grinding yourself on me. That really got you going, hm?”
A loud, pleasured sigh left your lips as you nodded, lifting yourself up on your elbows to watch as he slowly peeled your underwear off of you. Your hips lifted again, legs following to assist him removing them from you.
“Holy shit.” Steve mumbled as he tossed your underwear somewhere beside him, his hands splaying at your inner thighs as he spread you further open for him. He pressed his lips to your mound, a gentle kiss against the hair that laid there.
He pulled back slightly, watching as he slipped his index finger slowly along your slit. Your breath hitched at the touch, his middle finger joining to spread you open for him as he hummed gently to himself. “Such a pretty pussy, too. You’re so wet, baby.”
His head leant against your thigh gently, his eyes transfixed on the way your pussy fluttered for him as he used his fingers to explore you. His eyes darting up to gauge your reaction as his middle finger found your clit.
“Fuck, Steve.” You whined in pleasure, your hips involuntarily rutting upward to find his touch. His spare hand was wrapped around the back of your thigh, a small hum passing his lips as he slipped it to rub gently against your hipbone.
“You like it when I touch your clit, add that to your list.” He spoke almost to himself, dragging his fingers to circle your entrance as his eyes left the soaked sight before him to look back up into yours.
You couldn’t bring yourself to break eye contact with him, especially when his head lifted from your thigh and settled between your legs. His tongue reaching out to circle around your throbbing clit as his middle finger shallowly pressed at your entrance.
You watched with intent, your jaw slack as he wrapped his lips around your clit, lewdly sucking on the swollen nerve as his middle finger slowly pressed inside of you.
“Oh my god.” You whined with pleasure, your elbows shaking slightly beneath you as you held yourself up to watch Steve. You felt him hum against you, letting yourself fall back against the mattress as his fingers finally started fucking you.
Steve pulled his lips off you, letting out a groan as he pulled his finger out to push his ring finger back inside you with the other. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” He murmured as his fingers resumed their actions, eyes flickering up to watch you writhe in pleasure as his fingers curled against the spongy spot inside you. “And you taste so good, holy shit.”
His mouth was back on you before you could blink, his tongue delving through your folds and licking up every drop of your arousal that was spilling out of you. He was quick to find your clit again, taking it between his lips with fever.
Both of your hands flew to his hair, tugging gently on his soft strands as your hips rocked slightly against him. Desperate to feel more of him against you, inside of you.
Steve’s hand that was holding your hip grabbed ahold of you, dragging his grip along your arm until his hand found yours tangled in his hair. He pulled your fingers out of it, his own fingers slipping through yours the second they became free. Your entwined hands fell against your stomach as his fingers picked up their pace, your moans leaving your lips now louder than the forgotten tape still playing on your TV.
“Fuck, Steve,” Your shaky voice cried out, Steve’s hand squeezing yours in encouragement as his fingers picked up their pace, continuously hitting the perfect spot inside of you. “I’m so close, fuck.”
“Come for me, baby,” He spoke against your clit, his fingers fucking into your cunt speeding up as you feel the heat building in your stomach. His eyes watch as your head rolls back into the mattress with pleasure, your hips rocking against his face. “Such a good girl for me. Let go for me, honey, come on.”
His encouragement was quick to push you over the edge, your thighs trembling around him as your grip on his hair tightened. With each curl of his fingers hitting perfectly inside of you, you were quick to finally release around him.
Steve groaned in satisfaction against you as his fingers worked you through your high, his tongue toying against your clit until your hand pulled from his hair. Your hand dropped against your stomach, your hips still rocking with his movements slightly as he slowly coaxed his fingers out of you.
“Taste so fucking good.” He pulled his lips from your clit, quick to dip his fingers between his lips to suck your arousal from his digits. He pulled them out with a small pop, steadying it at your thigh as his head dipped back between your thighs to trail his tongue through your folds, seemingly eager to collect every last drop he’d coaxed from you.
“Steve, shit.” You whined gently, lifting your head to watch him. His fingers splayed across the meat of your thigh, his tongue dipping into your entrance caused his nose to brush against your clit earning a loud cry to fall past your lips.
“Mm,” He mumbled against you, eyes opening to look up at you as he finally pulled his mouth off of you. A small smirk grew against your lips at the sight of the lower of his face glistening with your come, watching his tongue dart across his lips as his hand left your thigh to press against the mattress to lift himself back up to you. “Hi.”
You squeezed his hand that was still holding yours, your hand that was resting on your stomach coming up to hold his cheek as you let out a breathy, disbelieving laugh. “Hi.”
He matched your gentle laugh, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand as he lowered his forehead down to your shoulder before turning his head to press his lips to your neck. “Safe to say, you enjoy getting your pussy eaten.”
“W– Steve!” You huffed at his crude words, causing his head to lift from your neck to look down at you. His eyebrows furrowed gently, but you could tell it was in a teasing manner.
“What? You did,” His lip curved into a smirk, he inched closer to you as his nose brushed against yours gently. “You loved it, hm? Getting your pretty little pussy fucked by my fingers, coming all over my face. Think you can add it to your list.”
Your teeth sank into your lower lip as your fingertips pushed through the curls on the side of his head, your eyes studying his face until they settled on his glistening lips. “Well, maybe you’re right.”
His hot breath hit your parted lips as he huffed a small laugh, his lips brushing your upper gently as he whispered against you. “You’re perfect, you know. It’s like you were made for me, so tight, just fit so perfectly inside of you,” You sighed against his mouth at his words, “And you taste so good, wish I could taste you all day.”
“Steve–” You sighed against his lips, your eyes fluttering shut at his words but you were quick to open them as you couldn’t bear not to be looking at him for a second longer.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” His hoarse voice and filthy words were probably enough to make you come all over again, your lips parted to let out a low sigh as you nodded gently.
His hand slowly pulled away from yours, the other pressing further against your mattress to settle himself on his side next to you. His arm stretched out behind your head whilst the other rested against your stomach, lowering his lips slowly down to yours.
You sighed against his lips as they finally sank into your own, his lips taking your upper hostage before releasing them, his tongue entering your mouth to coax your tongue with his. His hand slipped down your body slowly, his fingertips gently grazing your mound as your thigh fell open for him again.
He sighed into your mouth, his upper body settling closer into you as your fingers wrapped around the collar of his polo shirt. Your breath hitched against him as you felt his fingers dipping between your folds again, pushing through every curve to collect as much of your spend on his fingers before pulling his hand back up your body.
A small huff left your lips as he pulled his lips back from you, your thighs clamping together again as your tongue darted across your lower lip, tasting the remnants of you from his mouth.
“Open up, pretty girl.” He whispered softly, his eyes bearing into yours as two of his wet fingertips tapped at your lower lip gently. Your lips parted for him, tongue following as his eyes dropped to your mouth.
He dragged his fingers across your upper lip before slipping them into your mouth, a choked sound passing his throat as he watched your mouth close around his fingers. Your hand dragged from his collar to wrap around his wrist, slowly dragging your lips up and down his fingers as you sucked your arousal from them.
“Holy fuck, such a good girl,” He praised as you pulled your lips off his fingers with a pop, his hand was quick to find your waist as he pulled you closer against him. His lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “Another thing to add to your list, hm?”
“Steve,” You whispered against his lips before he could kiss you again, he pulled himself back to look down at you properly, his hand that was resting above your head lowered to brush some of your hair off your forehead.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispered back, his eyes trailing across your features before landing on your own.
You swallowed your words down gently, watching your hand as it splayed at his shoulder. “When I was with Trevor, he’d never want me to go down on him,” You watched his breath hitch in his throat, you couldn’t help sinking your lower lip into your teeth before continuing. “So, I guess I don’t really know how. I mean, I know how, but– Can you teach me? Properly?”
His lips were parted in disbelief, his hand paused on your waist at your words. You watched his mouth moving slightly but no words coming out, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips – as if he needed you to say it again.
“Can I suck your cock, please?” You whispered, leaning forward to brush your lips against his as you rolled your body into his. “Wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
“Fuck, yes,” Steve managed, nodding quickly as his hand slipped up to hold the back of your head steady as he pressed his lips against yours. You felt his hips shuffling beside you, a small smirk growing against your lips. “I can teach you, baby. I said, you can do anything you want to me.”
A content sigh escaped you as your lips captured his, nodding against him as your fingers moved to wrap around the collar of his shirt to tug on it gently. He pulled his lips from yours and sat himself up slightly, pulling his shirt over his head.
He went to lean down to kiss you again, but your hand against his chest stopped him in his tracks. “God, Steve,” You mumbled gently as your eyes took in the sight before you.
Everything that you’d see of Steve everyday was beautiful. His face, his hair, his arms and his hands were all perfect. Covered in moles that kissed his skin beautifully, the curve of his jaw perfectly angled and the shape of his nose you so eagerly wanted to bite.
But seeing the rest of Steve that you didn’t see everyday, was even more beautiful. His moles and freckles danced across every inch of his chest, shoulders, arms and his stomach. His stomach that curved over the belt of his jeans ever so slightly, covered with a trail of hair that led right down to exactly where you wanted to be.
Your hand reached out to his broad shoulder, tenderly dragging your nails down to his bicep that you’d only ever seen stretched out beneath one of his t-shirts. You trailed your fingers across his chest, through the thatch of hair that covered him so perfectly.
“You’re so beautiful, Steve.” Your voice left a whisper as your eyes attempted to look at every new part of him at once, when you finally looked up to meet his eyes again he was looking at you with a look you’d never seen before.
“What?” You asked gently, pulling your hand back hesitantly from his chest but he was quick to shake his head.
He reached his hand up to find yours, pushing his fingers through your own and bringing the back of your hand to his mouth as he pressed a small kiss to the soft skin. “No, nothing. Just don’t think anyone’s ever called me beautiful before.”
“Well, then everyone else is simply blind.” Your words earned a huffed laugh from him, but you only smiled up at him as you lifted yourself up to his face. Your spare hand holding the side of his neck as your lips tenderly brushed against his, whispering softly against them. “D’you wanna maybe, sit up at the headboard? Might be easier.”
He nodded softly, pulling his hand from yours to hold the back of your head as he pressed a kiss against you. Then another, and another. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you want.”
You pulled away from him, shuffling backward to let him manoeuvre himself to pull some of the pillows you’d both been leaning on earlier to make room for himself. He settled against the headboard, his legs spread slightly as his hand reached out for you. “C’mere.”
As soon as your hand found his, he was quick to pull you into him, his hand settling at your waist. Your body pressed against his side as his lips pressed beneath your ear, sucking gently at the sensitive skin as your other hand pressed to his chest, eyes trailing down his body to the bulge in his jeans.
“You sure you wanna do this, honey?” He spoke against your skin, but instead of using your words you reached down slightly to press your palm against the strain of his jeans. His breath hitched against your skin, pulling his lips away to watch.
Your hand cupped his confined cock, slowly rubbing your hand backward and forward as you watched his stomach tensing. “Is this okay?” You whispered gently, your eyes watching your hand before looking down at him.
He nodded gently, his breath hitching in his throat as his spare hand came up to start unbuckling his belt. You watched his attempt, his shaky fingers struggling to release himself with one hand.
“Let me.” You whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away from his side. You shuffled down his body, straightening yourself to sit between his thighs. You sat up on your knees as your hands met to unbuckle his belt, unbutton the denim and pull the zipper down.
You lowered your head, nose nuzzling against the hair against his navel as your lips pressed wet kisses against his skin. Your eyes fluttered up to his as his breath hitched, your fingers wrapping around the waist of his jeans and slowly shimmying them down.
He lifted his hips up for you, intently watching as your eyes stayed glued to his hardened cock that laid in his boxers. You pulled the denim down, crawling backwards to assist him in pulling them off completely.
Once they were dropped to the floor, your hand found the meat of his thighs. Softly rubbing your thumb back and forth against his skin, your other hand returned to palm against him. Your eyes flickered up to watch his reaction as your hand rubbed back and forth slowly through the fabric, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as your fingers wrapped around the waist of his underwear and pulled it down his thighs.
Steve’s cock was thick, it looked heavy as it sprung out of its confinement. It laid flat on his stomach, and you watched with your interest piqued as his tip glistened. Your hand reached out to wrap around his base, fingers tightening as you guided it toward you to inspect him more.
“You’re so big, baby.” Your voice whispered gently, your eyes still revelling in the feeling of how his throbbing cock felt in your hand. Your hand slowly dragged up his length, your thumb reaching out to smear the pre-cum that he’d leaked over him as your eyes met his.
“F–Fuck,” His voice croaked, his hand quick to push through your hair as his teeth left bite marks in his swollen lower lip. “You’re doing well, honey. Just take what you can, okay? Shit.” He cursed under his breath, silently thinking to himself how he won’t last long at all with this sight before him.
You nodded gently, your hand slipping down his length and shallowly pumping at his base. You lowered your head, running your tongue slowly up his cock until it circled at his tip, collecting his spend on your tongue, quick to swallow it down.
His fingers collected some strands of your hair that had fallen over your face as your lips wrapped around his tip, your hand still pumping his cock slowly. Your brows furrowed gently as your jaw stretched, your mouth not used to taking anything near the size of Steve.
“That’s it, such a good girl,” He hummed, his fingertips tracing back and forth on your scalp as he watched you. “Y–You can spit on it, if you want. Make it easier.”
You pulled yourself off of him, a small sigh passing your lips as you did. Your wrist twisted as you pumped his length, lowering your head to his tip as you pooled saliva in your mouth and let it fall from between your lips to his tip. You take him back in your mouth, humming a small moan against him as your tongue explores the feeling of him between your lips.
His head snapped back against the headboard as you sank further onto his cock, your hand squeezing his thigh as you picked up your pace. His moans hit your ear like honey as you felt him taking up more space in your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as you huffed your breath through your nose.
“Look at you, honey. Taking my cock so well, fuck.” His words only spurred you on, your hand squeezing his length as it pumped the inches of him that you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
He watched in disbelief, the sight of your spit and his pre-come pooling at the corners of your mouth. His hips rocked up slightly, earning your grip on his thigh to tighten as your lips inched down his length.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last long– You look so fucking– Shit.” Steve whined slightly as his grip on your head tightened, guiding your movements as you found your groove and picked up the pace.
You pulled yourself off him, opening your eyes to look up at him as your fist bobbed up and down his cock. Another trail of your saliva passed your lips, landing on his tip as your thumb swiped it across his tip. Your hand pulled his cock to the side as your lips lowered to his balls, your wet lips sucking on them slightly before they found the base of his cock, dragging up his length as your tongue twirled around his sensitive tip.
Steve’s lips parted in astonishment, his stomach tightening as his moans broke past his lips in a small plea. “Fuck, you’re doing so good– I’m so close, baby.”
“I want you to come for me, Steve,” You spoke gently against his tip, your lips sucking the tender skin as your hand picked up his pace. “Come in my mouth, I don't care. I wanna taste you.”
With that, you sank yourself back down on him, taking as much of his length as you could manage. Breathing through your nose, you inched down further, your head bobbing at a steady pace.
Your nose hit your hand that was circled around the base of his cock, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. You felt your eyes watering as they looked up at him, slowly pulling your hand down to hold his thigh as his hips jerked upward slightly, fucking into your mouth.
“Fuck– I’m gonna come, holy fuck–” Steve’s head hit the headboard again, but was quick to pull his gaze back to you. “Such a good girl for me, baby.” His thumb rubbed against your temple as you pulled your lips back his cock slightly, your head bobbing to match the thrust of his hips.
You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and the spurt of his warm, thick come depositing into your mouth. You moaned against him at the feeling, your spare hand holding onto his hip as the other kept its pace, letting him fuck your hand and your mouth as you swallowed down everything he was offering you.
“Fuck,” He spoke through heavy breaths, his hand guiding your head off of him slowly. You pulled your lips off of him with a small pop of your mouth, watching as your hand followed suit. You brought it up to your mouth, wiping the corner of it on the back of your hand.
“Was that okay?” You asked gently as you sat between his thighs, your eyes flickering between his flagging cock and the fucked out look on his face.
He could only manage a small laugh, his arm reaching out for you which you were quick to accept. You crawled up his body, nestling yourself under his shoulder and resting your leg over his as his arm engulfed you.
“Okay? That was incredible, didn’t even need my help.” His words were gentle as his palm rubbed at your waist, his other hand coming to brush strands of your hair away that had stuck to your forehead.
Your hand settled at his chest, pushing yourself up and inching closer to his face. You paused, not knowing whether to kiss him now that your deal was over, Steve was your friend. Sure, he’d just given you the best orgasm of your life but you’d have to see him at work tomorrow.
But you were broken from your thoughts as his hand slipped to your jaw, holding you steady as his lips brushed yours tenderly. His tongue passing between your lips despite the fact he’d just come in your mouth. His grip on you tightened, squeezing you gently before pulling back slightly.
“Do you have a pen? And paper?” He whispered against your lips gently, causing you to let out a small laugh. You nodded gently, pressing your hand to his chest to lift yourself up and lean over to your bedside table, opening the drawer for your notebook and pen.
The two of you sat up as you settled back next to him, his arm wrapping comfortably around your waist as he pulled you into him. His lips pressed gentle kisses against your shoulder as he sat behind you, watching as you flicked the notebook onto a new page.
“Alright, what am I writing then?” You spoke gently, leaning into his touch as you tilted your head aside to let his lips touch wherever he wanted to.
He huffed a small laugh from behind you, fingers splaying at your waist as he mumbled against your skin. “Thought you could start writing your notes whilst they’re fresh in your brain. Now, what did you like?”
You shook your head gently, chin tucking into your chest as you giggled gently at his words. He laughed along with you, lips brushing your skin as he spoke against you. “You like it when I kiss your neck, you like it when you fuck yourself on my face,” You feel your skin burning at his words, unable to help the smirk that’s growing against your lips even though he can’t see it. “I think you liked sucking my cock, too. You were a natural.”
You played along with his words, writing down everything he was listing and the things he’d mentioned before. Once you reached the end of the list you leant forward slightly, turning to look at him as you spoke gently. “Anything else?”
“Oh, we’ll cover that next time, baby. Don’t worry about that.” He grinned at you, an eyebrow quirking as his hand tangled in your hair to pull your lips against his. You huffed a laugh against him, before mumbling against his lips.
“Next time?” You pulled back gently, not before pressing a kiss to his lips. You watched him nod down at you as his hand slipped from your hair to settle back down at your waist.
“Well, yeah, we have a lot to get through. Thank God you stole that tape.”
summary ... steve just wants five minutes alone with you, but your friends have incredible timing. aka the four times you and steve are interrupted by your wonderful friends, and the one time you actually find yourselves alone
pairing ... steve harrington x fem!reader (7.1k)
warnings ... smut!, like this is porn with very little plot, mentions of reader using she/her pronouns(like twice), kissing, like heavy making out, groping, grinding, dry humping, slight fingering, dirty talk, steve and reader are horny for each other, eventual p in v, unprotected sex, reader and steve keep getting interrupted when they start to get hot and heavy
note ... i don't write a lot of smut, which is funny considering the first things i wrote when i came back to this blog was smut...i digress, it's not something i regularly write, but i got this idea, and i couldn't get it out of my head. so now you get to read my messy ideas!
masterlist !
ONE ― ROBIN
When you and Steve had decided to get an apartment together, you figured you’d get a hell of a lot of alone time, considering the two of you would now be living together.
What you didn’t realize, was now that you and Steve were living on your own, without eyes watching over you like little children, your small apartment, had become the new hot spot.
All your friends had designated it as HQ for hanging out, without having to worry about their parents looking over their shoulder.
That shows you, making friends with literal teenagers.
But tonight.
The apartment is empty.
You and Steve finally have the night to yourselves, and you were going to use it to the best of your abilities.
Steve had you pressed into the couch, hovering over you, one arm wrapped around your waist, while the other held his body up from crushing you.
Not that you would have minded.
His lips are firmly planted against yours, practically devouring your face with how hard he was going.
Your hands were wrapped around Steve’s neck, fingers looping in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging softly at the strands.
Steve groans.
The sound vibrates against your lips, you whine in return, arching your back into him.
“Sounds pretty” Steve mumbles.
The words are shared between your lips, breathy and low, his words meant for you and only you.
“Stevie” You sound just as breathy, more high pitched and whiny.
The arm around your waist loosens for a moment, Steve’s hand wandering up the sweater you’re wearing, palms scraping against your warm skin.
With the skills of a man who knows what he’s doing, Steve smooths his palm over your ribs, fingers gliding over the expanse of your skin, you shiver in delight, gasping as his nimble edge at your bra.
Those long fingers fiddle for a moment, following the seams of your bra, before he reaches the clasp at your back, with a subtle flick of his wrist, it comes loose, hanging around your chest, useless.
“I don’t know whether to be turned on, or worried, that you’re so good at that” You breathed, using one of your hands to reach beneath your shirt and maneuver the bra off your body, throwing it down on the ground.
“Turned on” Steve nodded, a smug smile on his lips. “Definitely turned on”
You rolled your eyes, pulling Steve back into your embrace, kissing his smug smile right off his face.
You left one hand twisting and hugging at Steve’s hair, while the other traversed down his back, gripping the back of his shirt in a tight fist, pushing down slightly, wanting him to be closer.
Steve followed your subtle direction without much coaxing, his hips slotting right against your parted legs.
His jean clad thighs brushed up against your bare legs, your skirt hiked up around your waist.
Steve grinds his hips down, the hardened bulge in his jeans brushing right up against your core.
“Shit” Steve moans, pressing his forehead against yours.
He does the motion against, grinding down on you a little harder, right down on your dampened underwear.
You let out a deep sigh, biting down on your lip as your hips buck up to meet Steve’s motions.
“That feels good Stevie” You whimper.
“Yeah” Steve’s grinning now, sliding his jean clad bulge up and down, over and over your center. “You like that sweetheart?”
“So much” You nodded quickly, eyes slipping shut.
Steve hums softly nudging your face with his nose, placing gentle kisses against your cheeks, down the slope of your neck.
The kisses are hot and wet, his teeth biting down softly on your skin, tongue lapping at the fresh bites, soothing the marks.
The hand under your shirt was now pressing against your stomach, reaching up to cup one of your breasts on his large hand, squeezing it.
“So fucking pretty” Steve mumbles into your neck, biting down a little harder this time.
You back arches again, pressing your chest right into his open palm, fingers tugging harshly at his hair in retaliation.
Steve moans at the feeling.
“Please Stevie” You say, your hand slipping beneath his shirt now, clutching at his muscled back.
“Tell me what you want sweetheart” Steve breathes the words against your skin, peering up at you with hooded eyes. “Use those pretty little words”
Your lips part, ready to demand Steve to fuck the ever loving life out of you, but you don’t get the chance.
Because, your front door swings open.
Hinges groaning with the force, door slamming against the wall.
And Robin comes storming in.
“I need your help, desperately, like you don’t even know how much I need your help right now” She comes in like a whirl wind, talking a mile a minute.
She’s so busy trying to talk her way into the apartment that she doesn’t even know what she’s interrupted.
You and Steve freeze, his face is still pressed into your neck, one hard gripping tightly at your breast. Your hand is shoved up his shirt, the other is holding onto Steve’s hair like your life depended on it.
Not to mention, you were spread out on the couch, with Steve grinding down on you like there’s no tomorrow.
“I asked Vickie on a date, like a real life actual date and I have no idea what I’m doing, and I'm so freaking nervous…and you know what I'm like when I'm nervous, I can’t shut up” Robin is still talking at super human speed, pacing the floor of your living room, tugging harshly at the strands of her short hair.
You feel hot all over, and not in the way Steve was making you feel hot mere seconds ago, this was pure embarrassment.
Steve wasn’t doing much better, he refused to look at Robin, refused to look at you, his face was beat red, ready to explode.
“I need you guys to talk me down, cause right now, I’m ready to throw myself off a really tall bridge, well not a really, really tall bridge, just tall enough that I get like, a little hurt…not like kill myself worthy, you know?” Robin continues to talk, but for the first time since she barged into your apartment, she looked directly at you and Steve.
The position was compromising to say the least.
“Oh god!” Robin shouted, covering her eyes with her hands. “Gross guys, you have a bedroom specifically made for stuff like this”
“You kinda barged into our apartment, without warning” You mumbled, finally finding the courage to push Steve off you.
Steve went willingly, situating himself on the total opposite side of the couch, not touching you at all.
You rigidly sat up, smoothing down your shirt, but realized that your bra was on the floor. You kicked it under the couch and crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide the fact that you currently weren’t wearing a bra.
Steve tugs his own shirt down, tugging at his jeans, trying to rearrange himself into a suitable position to hide the bulge in his jeans, but he settles for putting a cushion over his lap.
Completely mortified.
“But do you have to do it on the couch?” Robin whined, still covering her eyes. “We hang out on that couch”
“It’s our apartment” Steve’s voice is stilted, annoyed. “We can do it wherever we want”
You look at Steve, his face is still flushed, you can feel the embarrassment radiating off him. Your skin feels tingly, hot to the touch.
“You can uncover your eyes” You mumble quietly.
Robin peeks past a gap in her fingers, looking between you and Steve, when she deems that you guys are in fact decent, she removes her hands.
“I need help, you guys need to help me figure out what I’m gonna say” Robin says, she looks like she wants to situate herself on the couch between you, but she decides against it, with a wrinkle of her nose.
“How did you even get in?” Steve asks, ignoring Robin's pleas for help. “The door was locked”
“I have a key” Robin waves his concerns away.
“How do you have a key?” Steve asks, still confused.
“Dustin gave it to me”
“How does Dustin have a key?”
“He made one, dingus, can we get back to my problem now?”
Steve groans, throwing his head back against the couch, slouching down.
You sigh, butting yourself into their argument, knowing that if you don’t, they would be talking in circles for hours.
“You wanted help with your date with Vickie” You nodded at Robin.
“Yes,” Robin nods. “I need you guys to run fake date scenarios with me, so I know what to do, and what to say, so I don’t sound like a total dingus…like Steve”
“Hey!” Steve’s eyes snap open, glaring directly at Robin.
This was going to be a long afternoon.
TWO ― DUSTIN
Steve’s car hums softly as he drives back to your apartment.
He had taken you out to dinner. To a nice restaurant, five star dining, on his parents dime, because you both deserved it.
A long overdue date night, he had insisted, after what happened with Robin last week, you and Steve had been on edge.
But tonight, he was working the Harrington charm, trying to wiggle his way into your pants, and cementing himself into every crevice of your heart.
And he was thoroughly succeeding.
You turned your body to face him, Steve plants his hand firmly on your thigh, driving with one hand, occasionally peering at you, a wide smile on his lips.
You feel yourself smiling, warm and fuzzy feelings spreading across your chest.
“Tonight was nice” You murmured, not wanting to break the soft atmosphere in the car.
“Really nice” Steve agreed.
The roads were empty, driving past street lights and houses with their lights dimmed or completely off, it was just you and Steve out tonight.
It was nice.
And you were fighting the urge to jump Steve right here and now, if he wasn’t currently driving, it would be a game over.
Steve squeezes the meat of your thigh, long fingers digging into the flesh, palm warm against your already heated skin.
You place your hand on Steve’s, slowly trailing your fingers over each of his knuckles.
“I can’t wait to get you home” Steve hums, looking at you for a moment, before turning his attention back to the road.
You feel a burning in your stomach.
“Yeah?” You question. “What are you gonna do to me?”
Steve squeezes your thigh again.
“I’m gonna kiss the freaking crap out of you” Steve starts tame, but you know him too well, and by the smirk spreading across his lips, you know what’s coming.
“I’m gonna strip you down, and bury my head between your thighs until you’re shaking” That warm feeling in your stomach is tenfold now. “Then I’m gonna fuck you, slow and deep, because that’s what you need, isn’t it sweetheart?”
“Yeah, Stevie” You nod. “I want it, I want you”
Steve’s responding chuckle is deep, throaty. It sends a shiver down your spine, like a forewarning about what’s going to happen.
“I know you do,” Steve glances at you again. “I want you so much, you have no idea”
You slide Steve’s hand further up your thigh, pushing his fingers past the hem of your dress.
Steve’s breath hitches, but he says nothing.
So you continue to push his hand further up your thighs, the tips of his fingers brushing up against the soft cotton of your underwear, you let out a sigh at the feeling.
Steve moves his fingers on his own accord, slipping a single finger under the hem of your underwear, brushing up against your wet cunt.
“Oh, sweetheart” Steve groans, head tilting back slightly, eyes still trained on the road before him.
“Stevie” You whimpered, feeling the pad of his finger sweep up, catching right on your clit. Your hips bucked involuntarily, trying to entice him in further.
Steve gave you what you wanted, another finger slipped beneath the hem of your underwear, joining his first finger in brushing up against your most sensitive spot.
“You’re wet already” Steve murmured, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “That’s all it take huh, dinner and a little dirty talk”
You whimpered as his fingers started drawing slow circles around your clit.
“Only for you” Your voice is airy.
Steve groans.
You guys are close to your apartment now, but you didn’t have it in you to wait much longer, and it seemed neither did Steve.
His fingers continue their slow circles, your hips move with his movements chasing your pleasure.
Steve pulls into your street, parking on the road right outside your apartment. He slides his fingers from inside your underwear, eliciting a whine from you.
You watch as Steve brings his fingers up to his lips, and sucks them completely clean, groaning around the appendages.
“Fuck, sweetheart” Steve looks at you with hooded eyes.
And suddenly, you're not in your chair anymore.
Your body moves without really telling your brain what it’s doing, wrapping your legs around Steve’s waist, gripping his shoulders with a rough grip, pressing your chest against his as you kiss him.
Steve’s hand rests on your waist, pulling your body down on his lap, there’s very little space for you to work with, but that just means you guys are pressed together, neither of you are complaining.
Steve’s tongue licks at the edge of your lip, you part your lips, letting him wedge his tongue into your mouth.
You moan against his lips, your hips press firmly down on his lap, nudging the forming tent in Steve’s slacks.
“Can’t even make it into the apartment” Steve shakes his head.
You are not really listening to him.
You trail your lips down his cheek, down his jaw, feeling the remnants of the stubble Steve’s let grow out, down, down, down his neck, pausing at the meeting point of his neck and his shoulder, you tug at his button up shirt, pulling the collar, but to no avail.
You reach up to un button the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing more of his skin, and the hair that decorates his broad chest.
Your lips continue their assault, kissing his warm skin, biting down softly on his shoulder.
“Shit” Steve’s head tilts back, allowing you the space to mark him up, however you want to.
Steve uses his hand to move your hips, gliding you across the smooth fabric of his slack, the glide is easy and the friction pleasurable.
“Touch me Stevie” You whisper.
Steve follows your command, slipping one of his hands beneath your dress, not bothering with your underwear, slipping right underneath the fabric, heading straight for the goods.
Before anything can really get underway, a loud knock slams against the passenger side window.
You jump in Steve’s lap, her head banging against the roof of Steve’s car. While Steve is trapped under your body, not that he’s complaining, but he whipped his hand out from under your dress, he uses his other hand to cup the back of your head, soothing the slight bump.
You both turn, looking through the slightly fogged up window, you see a figure standing outside the car, looking less than pleased.
You sighed, leaning back over and falling into the passenger seat, before winding the window down.
Dustin Henderson.
“Come on Henderson” Steve groans, head leaning against the head rest, eyes squeezed shut, as if it would make the boy disappear. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Movie night” Dustin said sternly, holding a VHS in his hand, giving you both a pointed look. “But you guys were too busy feeling each other up, to notice me”
You felt heat licking up your spine.
If Steve felt embarrassed, he didn’t let it show, he looked more annoyed if anything.
“Dude, seriously!” Steve cried out, throwing his hands up in the air, exasperated.
“You promised!” Dustin accused, pointing a finger at Steve.
“We’re busy” Steve motions between the two of you. “Clearly”
“Yeah” Dustin spat, looking more disgusted than you’ve ever seen him. “I’ve seen more of you than I have ever wanted to”
“Then go home!” Steve shouts.
“It’s dark, you expect me to bike home in this shit!” Dustin shouts back.
You worry about the neighbours hearing you.
“Okay” You settle, sitting up in your seat, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. “Let’s take a beat guys”
“You biked here, you can sure as hell bike back!” Steve continues to shout around you, looking Dustin square in the eyes.
“You suck Harrington!” Dustin is pouting now, eyes narrowing in a menacing glare.
Dustin throws his hands up in the air, turning his back to the both of you, storming his way over to where he’s left his bike.
You sigh loudly.
Looking at Steve.
Who looks like he’s ready to start another fight.
On any other occasion, you would have enjoyed dragging him upstairs and getting his anger out in a way that made you both feel good, but you could really do that now.
Not when you would feel guilty.
Steve looks at you, and he starts to shake his head.
“No” Steve says firmly. “Not happening, he’s going home, and we’re gonna get back to where we were”
“We can’t let him do that” You deny. “It’s dark and it’s late”
You know your guilt tripping him.
But the moods been ruined, once again.
Steve sighs heavily.
He looks at Dustin through the windshield, who’s hovering around his bike, looking like he’s waiting for something.
“Stupid little shit” Steve mutters, admitting defeat.
“You love him, I know you do” You smile, leaning over to kiss him, once, twice, before pulling away.
Steve huffs.
“I love you” He corrects, slapping his palms against his thighs. “He’s lucky you care”
“Sure” You nod to appease him, but you both know that Steve really does care about Dustin, even when he’s driving him up the wall.
You and Steve hop out of the car.
“Don’t make me regret this” Steve mutters, you both walk up together, Steve’s arm is around your shoulders, yours is around his waist.
“Come on” Steve called out to Dustin, nodding at the front door.
Dustin is beaming now.
He throws his bike down, running up to the front door, talking about the movie in his hand.
You smile.
Steve huffs, placing a kiss on your forehead.
THREE ― NANCY + JONATHAN + ROBIN
Steve’s new job at the WSQK radio station, The Squawk, meant he was spending a lot of his free time there. Which, in turn, meant that you were spending a lot of your free time there.
It was a base camp for the crawls.
The trips to the upside down.
Looking for Vecna, under the guise of running a radio show.
It wasn’t all bad.
The building was pretty cool. There was a wall of shelves that went from floor to ceiling, records upon records sat on the shelves. Anything that you could think of, was hidden on those shelves, even the ones so obscure that not even Jonathan knew them.
And you liked watching Steve work the sound effects on Robin’s show, so focused on finding the right sounds, and playing them at just the right moment.
The way his brows would furrow, swinging back and forth between the machine and the pile of tapes with labeled sound effects. The way he would grab his cup of coffee, taking quick sips of the sludgy liquid, watching the way his throat boobed with the motion.
You were a wreck.
Steve drinking coffee was turning you on.
It was getting bad.
Steve wasn’t much better, which made you feel a little less bad.
Steve watched you from his post, stretched out across the couch, flipping through a pile of records as you spoke with Robin, soft flow of music playing through the air.
The show wasn’t supposed to start for another thirty minutes.
And just having you on the couch, was doing things to Steve, things he really shouldn’t be thinking about in the confines of the booth, his place of work.
“This one?” You asked, holding up a Cyndi Lauper record, to which Robin shook her head, nose scrunching.
“We played her songs way too much last week” Robin explained, flipping through another stack. “We need more variety”
You huffed.
Steve felt his heart clench.
“There, uh, there are some more records in the basement” Steve stumbled over his words, drawing your and Robin’s attention to him. “We could grab a couple of those, see if they’re any good”
“Yeah, I think I saw a Prince album down there last week, could be worth a look” You agreed, placing the record in your hand back on the stack.
“Sure” Robin shrugged.
“I’ll go down and have a look” Steve nodded, looking at you, giving you a slight quirk of his eyebrow. “Wanna help?”
“Okay” You nodded.
Robin shuffles her chair closer to the desk, sparing you both a strange look.
“Keep your hands to yourself down there dingus” She warns, pointing a finger in Steve’s direction. “This is a place of business, not your love nest”
“Why are you telling me!” Steve exclaimed. “Why don't you tell her that?” Steve pointed an accusatory finger at you.
“She has more self control than you” Robin replies, shrugging her shoulders.
“No she doesn’t” Steve denied.
Robin looks at Steve, deadpan and unbelieving.
Steve scoffs loudly.
You are so glad that Robin can’t hear your inner monologue right now, because she would have to turn her judgment onto you, because right now, you were ready to climb Steve like a freaking tree.
“Whatever” Steve rolls his eyes, opening the door to the booth, motioning you to go first.
You gladly make your escape, feeling heat spreading across your neck. Steve takes your hand in his, gripping it tightly, leading you to the secret door to the basement.
The basement was drafty, empty and completely quiet.
This was normally the place everyone met up to get ready for the next crawl, there were blueprints and town maps strewn across tables, colour coded texts and blocked maps, a projector was sitting in the middle of the room, awaiting use.
But the basement was also a holding place for all the older and underused records.
But you and Steve were clearly not here for that.
You pulled Steve to a halt, pushing his tall frame against the nearest wall, he’s surprised, but takes it in his stride, large hands gripping your hips, long fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt.
A shiver ghosts your spine, his fingers are cold against your warm skin. You lean in to kiss Steve. The kiss is frantic and quick, a little sloppy, the lack of intimacy making you and Steve loose control.
You pressed your hands against his chest, feeling his heart thudding beneath your palm. Steve bites your lip, harder than you think he was meant to, caught up in his excitement.
“Sorry” Steve breathed out.
“‘s fine” You murmur, using the lapels of his jacket to tug him back into you.
Steve grunts, going right back to kissing you.
His hand reached around, pressing deep into the back pocket of your jeans, palms cupping your backside in a harsh grasp.
“Steve” You whisper, back arching, pressing your chest against Steve's.
“I know” He breathes.
He pulls his hand from your pocket, wrapping his large hands around your thighs, lifting you with an astounding amount of ease.
You let out a soft giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulder, digging your fingers into his soft hair.
Steve laughs, turning your bodies around, now he was pinning you against the wall.
Steve pauses a moment, taking you in.
“Hi” You smile, it’s soft and warm.
Steve feels a hot sensation building in the pit of his stomach, it spreads through his chest as you run your fingers through his hair, he really loved when you played with his hair.
“Hey sweetheart” Steve smiles back.
That smile has your heart fluttering, a tingle of warm zinging right through your body. Steve’s gaze is piercing, like he can truly see all of you, he wants to see all of you. His love for you bleeds through every glance, those warm honey brown eyes, a pool you’d love to swim in.
Steve kisses you again.
It’s a little slower now. A little warmer.
Steve holds your body, hands digging into the meat of your thigh, your back is up against the wall, cold cement chilling you through your top.
Your tongue slips past Steve’s lips, he groans loudly, lips parting, tongues brushing.
“Guys, Nancy and Jonathan are here, there’s gonna be a--Seriously!”
The door to the basement is slid open, Robin bounding her way down the stairs with Nancy and Jonathan coming in behind her.
Steve drops your thighs, your legs slam down very gracelessly, you wince as your boot clad feet smack against the concrete. Steve spares you a sorry glance.
“Again!” Robin exclaims, standing on the stairs, hands on her hips.
Nancy and Jonathan are struggling to muffle their laughter, taking in Steve’s flushed cheeks, and your down cast eyes, not feeling brave enough to lock eyes with Robin.
“I told you to keep your hands to yourself Steve!” Robin exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
Steve scoffed.
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t the one who started this” Steve muttered, motioning between the two of you with a waggaling finger.
“Steve!” You cried, slapping his arm.
“Ow! Sorry!” He said, clutching his arm, looking at you with wide eyes.
“Okay, keep it in your pants you guys” Nancy joked goodnaturedly.
“The radio station, that’s what gets you going huh?” Jonathan snicked behind his hand.
“Shut up” You mutter.
“I can’t believe this” Robin is running her fingers through her hair. “I thought Steve was the menace in your relationship, turns out I was wrong”
You rolled your eyes.
“Can you blame me?” You say, but it’s quiet, and lacks the confidence your candance normally carries.
“Not in our place of work!” Robin chastised, like you and Steve were a pair of dogs she was training.
“All right,” Steve waved her off. “We get it, we can’t do it at the station, or in my car or in our own freaking apartment, just let us know where and when then”
Steve puts his hands on his hips, looking expectantly at Robin, whose cheeks are a soft shade of pink.
“Not the time or the place lover boy” Nancy cuts in.
“It’s crawl time” Jonathan finishes the statement. “So both of you, behave”
Maybe next time, you’d finally get it right.
FOUR ― THE PARTY
Steve buys tickets for the first movie on the list, not interested in watching anything in particular. You are waiting on the sidewalk, hands in the back pockets of your jeans, swaying from heel to toe.
Steve grins.
You are so goddamn pretty.
“Two tickets for the lovely lady” Steve muttered softly, coming up behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist, while the other hand waved two tickets in your face.
You giggle softly, taking your hands out of your pockets, wrapping one hand around his wrist with the tickets on hand, while the other rests against the large hand pressed against your stomach.
“What’re we watching?” You asked.
“No idea” Steve shrugs, though you can’t see it, you feel the motion against your back. “It’s a dark theater, away from everyone we know, I couldn’t care less what the movie actually is”
You laugh, turning your head, looking at Steve over your shoulder.
“Let’s go inside, before you jinx it”
“Why would I be the jinx here?” Steve asked, bewildered. “They come looking for you, not me”
You take Steve’s hand from your waist, winding his fingers around your own. You let his other hand go, turning on your heels, facing him. Using your now free hand, you press softly against his chest, nudging him to the movie theater.
“Can’t help it if I’m your better half” You sigh, like it was a tough job.
Steve scoffs, but there is a smile on his face, using your conjoined hands to swing his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Don’t I know it”
You and Steve enter your designated theater, the room was fairly empty, only a few people milling around the small room.
You and Steve take a seat in the very last row, right in the middle of the row. You nestle down in your seat, Steve’s arm still around your shoulders, as he sits in the seat beside you.
“It’s a rerun of some movie” Steve whispers in your ear. “They’ve been showing it for two weeks now, there’s no chance they’re gonna be here”
“What movie is it?” You ask, tilting your head.
“Who cares, are you actually gonna watch it?” Steve asks, tilting his head, mirroring your actions, making you smile. “While all this is sitting beside you”
Steve makes a sweeping motion with his hand, trailing from head to toe, as if him just sitting next to you, was temptation enough.
And right now, it was.
It was driving you crazy, just being this close to Steve.
Just having his arm around your shoulder was sending you into overdrive, the soft smell of his aftershave clinging to his sweater, feeling his warmth pressed to your side.
The interruptions to your alone time were seriously messing with your nervous system.
You and Steve have never gone this long without…well doing anything really, you didn’t have room to breathe around each other, before someone was knocking on your door, or walking into something they really shouldn’t have seen.
And, it seemed, it was affecting Steve just as much.
He was leaning into your personal space, more than usual, like he had to have a hand on you at all times, it was the most action he had seen in weeks.
“What movie?” You asked, playing dumb, leaning further into Steve.
And he grins like the cat who caught the mouse.
Steve unlaces your fingers, using the hand around your shoulders to press against the back of your head, tangling in the strands of hair, holding your head gently as he presses his lips against yours.
His lips are persistent, hungry, looking for the one thing he’s wanted.
You aren’t much better.
You meet his lips with just as much enthusiasm, pressing one hand against Steve’s thigh, using it as leverage to push your body closer to his, though the arm rest was digging into your stomach, you paid it no mind.
Steve groaned softly at the feel of your hand against his thigh.
“God” He mumbled against your lips, kissing between his slightly slurred words. “I feel like a horny teenager again”
Steve muffles your laugh with his lips, not giving you the space to part from him.
You and Steve kiss like this might be the very last kiss you’ll have.
You feel Steve’s teeth bite down on your lip, it’s harsh, and you wince a little, but the shiver that runs down your spine is a good distraction.
“Steve” You whimper softly.
Steve’s fingers, which are wrapped up in the strands of your hair, tighten, liking the sound of his name on your tongue.
He wanted to hear that and only that from your lips from now on, until the day he dies.
You guys really needed to fuck before you both combust.
Making out in a movie theater was not a new concept for you and Steve, you’d done it before, recreationally. It was always a little bit of daunting fun, doing something crass in public.
But now…
It was the last place you and Steve had thought of, because everywhere else had been invaded.
And you guys loved your friends, you really did, but right now, you hated them very much.
You just wanted to jump Steve’s bones.
Steve’s other hand had wound itself around your waist, his forearm digging into the arm rest, but that was the least of his concerns.
He was currently trying to find a way to super glue your body to his, in the most nonchalant way.
You use your other hand to grip Steve’s sweater, the fabric smooth and warm beneath your clenched fist, you want to yank him right out of his chair and on top of you.
And you might have just done that.
If you hadn’t heard a crowd of familiar voices.
“What the hell Harrington!”
Steve’s groan is immediate, annoyed right to his core.
He, very reluctantly, pulls away from your kiss. He looks over his shoulder, to see a very annoyed Dustin.
He had a rather large popcorn clutched in his arms, looking at Steve like he had betrayed him.
Behind Dustin stood Max and Lucas, who were enjoying the agony on Steve’s face way more than they should be. And next to them, Mike is smirking from ear to ear, El clutching his hand with a gentle smile. Will is standing beside Dustin, looking like he wished he was anywhere but here.
“Fucking Henderson” Steve muttered, hanging his head, pressing his face into your neck, as if that would get the teenagers to disappear.
You patted the back of his head, as Steve grumbled into the softness of your sweater.
“I tried calling you like a million times” Dustin continues on, not missing a beat. “You could have at least told us you were gonna be here tonight, we needed a ride”
“I didn’t tell you idiots on purpose” Steve muttered against your neck, his breath fanning across your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake.
“Mike’s mom had to take us” Dustin grumbled, making his way down the row, intent on berating Steve up close and personal. “Could have saved us the trouble”
You run your fingers through Steve’s hair, tugging softly at the strands of brown hair, making Steve’s breath hitch, the hand he had resting on your waist, tightens its grip.
“Dude” Max scoffs, she lingers somewhere behind Dustin, further down the row. “I don’t think they wanted your company”
“Shut up” Dustin mutters, throwing himself down in the seat beside Steve, spilling popcorn in his lap in the process.
“What are you guys even doing here?” Dustin asks. “You guys know this is a Star Wars rerun right”
“Oh my god” You whisper, feeling Steve tense, you stopped tugging at Steve’s hair.
“Yeah” Lucas's smug voice joins the ranks, leaning over in his seat. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Shut it, Sinclair” You mutter, tossing a mean look over at the boy, who sat back in his seat, snickering with Max beside him.
“I didn’t know you were a Star Wars fan Harrington” Mike chimes in, and you’ve never wanted to smack a bunch of kids before, but they were making it really difficult right now.
Steve pulls his head away from you, snapping in the direction of the six teenagers filling up the row, he scowls at each and every one of them.
“I’m gonna kick your ass Wheeler” Steve points a finger at Mike, who grins even wider, nudging El with his elbow, and she smiles at the way the vein on Steve’s forehead becomes more pronounced.
And Will, god bless his sweet soul, send you a very sorry look, his cheeks were a bright red.
You smiled gently at him.
At least one of the six of them was decent.
The light starts to dim around you, and the kids are nice enough (for now) to leave you and Steve alone.
“I can’t believe this is the movie you picked” You hissed the words between you and Steve, not willing to speak any louder, less one of the little gremlins heard you.
“I wasn’t paying attention” Steve whined, looking back at you with those soft brown eyes, the very ones you had trouble saying no to.
“The name Star Wars didn’t tip you off?” You questioned, tugging at his hair, a little harsher than you meant to.
Steve winced, cheeks flushing, flustered over being found and humiliated by the very people you had been avoiding.
“I’m sorry”
He looked kind of pitiful, and you really couldn’t stay mad at Steve. It did help that you were already annoyed that you guys had been found, once again, you and Steve were sharing this ruin.
You sigh, leaning over to smack a kiss on Steve’s cheek, loudly and over the top. Dustin looks over at the pair of you, mouth full of popcorn, and disgust clearly written on his face.
“Don’t worry about it” You shook it off, settling back in your seat, Steve followed you down, resting his head against your shoulder. “We’ll get it right eventually”
Steve sighed.
FIVE ― ALONE AT LAST
You and Steve were determined.
Robin was out with Vickie. Nancy and Jonathan were at the Wheeler house looking after Holly. Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max were at the arcade.
You were finally, finally, alone.
And you were taking advantage of it.
You pulled your top off, throwing it somewhere around Steve’s bed, reaching back to unclasp your bra, sliding it down your arms, throwing it down with your shirt.
Steve follows suit, tugging off his thick brown sweater, kicking off his sneakers and un-buttoning his jeans, his checkered boxers peeking out of the waistband.
“Come here sweetheart” Steve motions you over.
You go willingly, slipping your hands around his waist, his skin flushed and hot. One hand lands at the back of your head, fingers buried between strands of your hair, the other hand is cupping your cheek, thumb caressing slow sweeps over your cheekbone.
“You gonna kiss me or what Harrington” You teased, all breathy and like, leaning into his hand.
Steve smirks.
He plants his lips on yours.
You breathe a sigh of relief, like he’s your lifeline on a sinking ship.
The kiss isn’t inherently desperate, but there’s an underlying feeling of need, wanting each other, needing to feel his skin on your skin, without barriers or interruptions.
Steve stumbles you both to the edge of his bed, lowering you both onto the plush mattress, feeling his cool covers gliding across your back.
You sigh against his lips.
Steve lets go of your hair, maneuvering his hand down to the waistband of your jeans, undoing the button with ease, sliding the zipper down, until his fingers are brushing over the smooth cotton of your underwear.
He doesn’t waste any time, slipping his fingers inside, rubbing circles directly on your clit. You were wet, turned on and ready.
Your back arches, inviting his fingers to slip in a little further. Steve takes the initiative, sliding his fingers down until they prodded at your entrance. You clench around nothing but the thought of Steve’s fingers, buried deep inside your pussy.
“Yes” You whisper, nodding your head, biting your lip.
Steve slips a single finger inside your pussy, feeling your wall clenching around the appendage.
“Like this?” Steve murmurs the words in your ear.
His finger slides out, you keen loudly, pleading for him. Steve grins, slipping his finger back in, repeating the motion, before slowly easing a second finger inside your wet heat.
“Just like that” It’s a breath sigh, words barely finding their way out of your lips.
Steve’s fingers work wondering, and to make a pleasurable situation better, his thumb reaches up to rub circles on your clit.
“Want to fuck you sweetheart” Steve’s voice reaches your ears, it’s low and grumbled, his hips rutting against your thigh, you can feel his hardened cock beneath his jeans. “You gonna let me fuck you?”
“Yes, yes” You nod so quickly, Steve wonders how you haven’t given yourself whiplash.
Steve pulls his fingers from your pussy, wiping them on the back of his jeans, before he reaches down to tug your jeans from your legs, leaving you in a pair of red cotton underwear, with a pretty white bow.
“So pretty” Steve sweeps his hair away from his eyes, brushing his knuckle over the damp spot on your underwear.
Your hips arched, pussy aching for his touch.
“Take your jeans off Stevie” You say, reaching a hand out to brush his jean clad thigh.
Steve shuddered, coming to stand at the end of the bed, shucking his jeans off his legs, kicking them away, standing only in his boxers.
“Those too” You pointed to his boxers.
Steve smirks, pulling his underwear down his legs, slowly, watching you watch him, enjoying your eyes on him.
Steve’s boxers fall around his ankles, his cock standing proud, tip a ruddy red colour, weeping slightly, standing tall against his stomach. His large hand comes around the base of his cock, jerking his hand up and down the length, slowly, torturing you.
“Please” You whimper.
Steve crawls his way up the bed, up your body, his cock brushes the length of your leg, until it settles right between your legs, the tip of his cock barely touching your center.
“You want my cock, don’t you sweetheart” Steve pressed his lips to your neck, lathering you in slow, open mouthed kisses.
“So much” You say.
Steve reaches between the two of you, grasping his cock once more, sliding this tip up and down your pussy, tip catching on your clit with every brush.
You moan loudly, hands grasping Steve’s broad shoulders. Steve shuddered at the feeling of your essence coating his cock, slipping through your folds with ease.
Steve lips his cock down, until the tip was nudging at your entrance. He pushed, gently, slowly and watched as the tip, just the tips, slipped easily into your wet heat.
“Fucking finally” He breathed out, feeling like he was finally where he should be.
“Oh” You gasp, as Steve pushes his cock further into your pussy, the stretch mouthwatering.
You’re warm and wet, practically gushing around Steve’s throbbing cock, clenching around him.
“So wet sweetheart. So tight” Steve groans, head bent, watching every inch of his cock slip inside your weeping pussy.
You know Steve’s cock is big, you’ve known it for as long as you guys have been together, but it feels bigger now, longer somehow. You peer down, seeing about half of Steve’s cock buried inside you, and you already feel full to the brim.
“Shit, Steve”
Your nails grind down into Steve’s smooth skin, crescent indents in their wake, but it only urges Steve on, the sharp pain eliciting a loud groan, pressing his head against your sternum.
His hips buck suddenly, pressing his length further inside your wet heat.
You shudder.
Steve moves his hips, until your pussy is flush against his pelvis, cock buried deep inside, throbbing against your clenching walls.
“So fucking deep” You breath, biting your lip, head thrown back, eyes fluttering closed.
“Pretty pussy sucking me in so good sweetheart” Steve hums, lips pushing hot air against your skin, his sweaty forehead sticking to your chest. “Wanna be buried in you, fucking forever”
Steve pulls his hips back, before snapping forward in one sharp thrust.
The sound of skin on skin, wet slapping sounds, your breathy whimpers and Steve's sharp groans reach every inch of the room, echoing in your ears, bouncing around your brain.
Steve places both his hands on your hips, sitting up on his knees, keeping his cock buried deep in your pussy. He spreads his knees, situating himself, giving him the perfect view of his cock inside sliding in and out of your wet heat.
His hips pick up their pace, pistoning back and forth, cock slipping in and out of your pussy, your wet heat fluttering at the new pace, gut clenching, mind shattering.
“Yes, Steve!” Your back arches further, barely touching the bed at this point, head burning into the soft cushions.
“That’s it sweetheart” Steve mumbles, words low and raspy. “Take it, take all of it”
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
The wet sounds have you clenching around Steve, who groans, throaty and deep.
His fingers are digging into the fat of your hips, leaving little indents, marking your skin for days to come, little finger shaped bruises.
Your hands are clenching, one grasping the soft sheets, while the other clenched around your tit, tugging at your pert nipple, twisting and pulling, pleasure shooting through you from head to toe.
“Want you to come” Steve huffs, sweat pearly on his skin, slipping down his focused face. “Want you to come on my cock sweetheart, you gonna give it to me?”
“Uh-huh” You agreed, nodded your head quickly, words seemed foreign on your lolling tongue.
Steve’s hip snapped up, his hands gripping your hips, raising you up until your hips were hovering off the bed and resting on the edge of Steve’s knees, snapping back and forth.
You were dripping, his cock shiny with your essence.
Your fingers tightened around the sheet.
Your eyes flutter open, looking up at Steve, lids droopy, lips parted, sharp breaths of air.
Steve looks in his element.
Brows furrowed, skin shimmering with sweat, biting down on his lips so harshly, you might have been worried about him bleeding. But you couldn’t quite think past the feeling of Steve’s cock throbbing inside your pussy.
“Stevie”
Your guts coil, your thighs start to shake, brain turning to absolute mush.
Steve keeps his pace steady, watching as the pleasure eats at your body, taking over every thought, every movement, every shudder and shake.
“I’m--I, shit, Steve--”
You clench around Steve, together than before, wall fluttering, juices squelching.
“That’s it sweetheart” Steve groans.
You feel like a wave of white washes over your vision, ringing bells in your ears, you feel like your stomach is on fire, your toes tingle and twitch, your thighs shake, heels digging into the mattress.
This orgasam is unlike any other you’ve had.
Your voice is loud, moaning out Steve’s name as you come. You can feel your pussy gushing around Steve’s cock, slick, wet, sloppy.
Steve groans.
It’s the first thing you hear, as your mind tries its best to ground you.
“So fucking pretty” Steve nods, letting your hips fall back onto the bed, pressing his body over yours, forehead resting against your temple, lips brushing your heated cheek.
You bite your lips, body jittery, riding out the pleasure.
“Gonna come inside you” Steve mumbles, you can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears, but you nod your head, lips pouted, whimpering softly. “Right inside this pretty pussy, my pretty pussy huh sweetheart”
Steve’s hips are losing momentum, his sharp thrusts have lost their stamina, his rhythm is off, titering on the edge.
Your hands press into Steve’s hair, holding him to your body.
Steve’s hips slow, until they come to a shuddering stop, burying his length deep in your pussy, legs quivering as he comes. His eyes are screwed shut, nose nudging your cheek, breaths coming out staggered, shaky and hot.
“Fuck” Steve whispered, the word hot on your skin.
Steve’s body is heavy against yours, his skin pressing against yours, there isn’t a part of you that isn’t touching him, you can feel his heart beat against your chest.
“We finally did it” You murmur softly, still trying to catch your breath.
Steve chuckles, sounding just as breathless.
“Took us a minute” Steve mused softly, voice shaky. “But we got there, and it was fucking worth it”
You sigh happily.
“But let’s not wait so long next time”
Steve agrees, burning his face in your neck. You kiss the crown of his head.
It took a while for you and Steve to find each other, alone, but it was certainly worth the wait.
Knock on wood, you won’t have to wait this long ever again.
I don't often share the words that vomit from my own head, but from what started as Hot Tub Steve appreciation inspired by the artist formerly known as @willowherbal (*insert Hunger Games 3 finger salute in memorial*) and the masterpiece that was Be With You Everywhere - Hot Dog Steve emerged and I couldn't remove the bumbling idiot from the depths of my brain. So thanks for that @sweetsweetjellybean @crappymixtape @superblysubpar
Steve Harrington x FEM!reader
Summary: The crew finally decides it's time to start celebrating the 4th of July again, but Steve Harrington finds he can't stop himself from staring.
References to past trauma, a dash of NSFW, staring, glaring and illusions to a hot tub hook up
Part 2: A Girl Like You
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It was hot. Not oppressive. Not stifling. But the kind of hot that has you seeing stars at one in the afternoon. Sunbeams bouncing off pool water, sunglass lenses and sweat glistening skin - not sure if you're more desperate for the cold beer or sticking your hand in the ice cold cooler to grab it in the first place.
Honestly, it's everything you could want for a celebratory, classic, absolutely patriotic 4th of July, but things are different at this particular picnic. It's been a few years, but the innocent holiday full of sparklers, sweet watermelon juice running down your chin and late night fireworks just hasn't been the same since everything that happened that year at Starcourt. It was when everything you thought you knew about the place you grew up changed in an instant and this motley crew welcomed you into their fold. Since then, most have pretended it was any other day, hiding away trying to busy themselves with whatever they can to avoid the Americana laced trauma.
You don't know whose idea it was to finally put a pin in the escapism, and while most tentatively agreed that it was about time you knock down the walls you all built to hide away the day, everyone unanimously also agreed they didn't want to spend it with anyone else that wouldn't understand. So that's how you found yourself here, hiding away for the holiday in the backyard of the Harrington house, poolside with people you grew up way too fast alongside, and others who are now far too grown to be the kids you once cared for. It's still surreal to you to think you can find yourself comfortably sitting here at this house with any of these people - none of whom (save the kids) were you big fans of before that star spangled day from hell all those years ago.
You were splayed out now, towel rolled up under your neck, daydreaming. Trying hard not to have your thoughts float back to all that you've collectively been through and instead on all the things you wish would go right from here on out. Behind a soundtrack of laughing, splashing and American Woman playing loud on the radio, you were grateful for the comfort of these people who turned into lovely friends and imagining the potential of a fresh start ahead after just finishing up your college degree that past spring. Things feeling far enough in the past to even consider what a future could look like.
That sparkling, blinking sunshine brought you back to reality - sunglasses snatched from your face in an instant by a meddling Dustin dashing by. The kids all now playing hot potato with your Ray Bans, you sigh before calling out "After all these fuckin years, you still think you can get under my skin? You know you're not 13 anymore, right?!" They laugh and you smile, because your favorite pastime is giving them as much shit as they can handle.
You squint hard against the blistering sun and in that moment become blissfully aware of the sweat dripping down your body. You casually reach in your bag, grab a second set of sunglasses and pop them on your nose while you swing your legs over the side of the lounge chair, considering your next move.
In that moment, your eyes catch on the steam now rising from the grill on the other side of the yard, Steve standing behind it ready to throw on a round of hot dogs to feed the ravenous troops. He's in navy blue swim trunks slung low and cut high, sunglasses perched on his head and a scowl of concentration on his brow. You selfishly pause for a moment to take him in, standing there so much more a man these days than before, but you quickly shake it off like you always have and make your way back over to the coolers, reaching in for a new can of beer and a handful of ice.
Behind the grill, Steve is doing everything he can to hold it together. He's kept himself busy today, lucky enough to be able to hide behind playing host in order to avoid suspicion. His issue isn't even the holiday - he doesn't need the 4th of July to remind him of his torture. He has chronic headaches and a ringing in his left ear to take care of that. His issue is you. You and the new view he has of you now that he's standing there behind the steaming hot dogs.
He takes a moment to gather himself, running both hands through his hair. You've never been one to fall for his charms. Not the King Steve brand nor the genuine yet still cavalier one that came after he actually got his shit together. He never did shy away from poking and prodding and exploring what he could get away with, but you…you always threw it right back at him. Playing what you assumed was a game of banter meant to keep each other on your toes - what he assumed was your attempt to remind him that you never really chose to be his friend. Despite everything you have gone through together, your friendship still felt a mile away from him and any semblance of a chance with you arguably further. He knows how you feel - felt? - about King Steve and he's pretty sure you being in his life is meant to be yet another reminder of what a shit person he used to be. So instead he settles for teasing and friendly yet biting remarks all soothed by his own fleeting glances.
And God damnit if he isn't cashing in on those fleeting glances today. He's pretty sure he's had to duck away inside the house at least twice to hide his half hard cock as he caught a glimpse of you sunbathing, sweat glistening on your tits in your festive red bikini or bending over, ass on full display, leaning deep into the cooler to pass out another round of beers to the group, including the kids who are now old enough for no one to give a shit if they have one, too. It's a challenge he wasn't aware he needed to be ready for. A battle of wills that makes tossing a molotov cocktail at an otherworldly monster seem like child's play.
Yet here he stands, making himself as busy as he fuckin can at the grill while you pass back over with a group to sit down again on the lounge chairs. Someone turns the radio up while you and Robin stand up and start belting out Wilson Phillips' "Hold On" to whoops and cheers from everyone around you. It's in that moment he slides his sunglasses down off his head knowing full well he will not be able to pretend he isn't watching you intently without the safety of his dark shades covering his eyes. He's taking deep breaths counting the hot dogs back and forth and back and forth again to ground himself when you run up next to him, out of breath from the sprint over, the singing, the dancing or all three combined and shove a can in his face.
"Can't forget the grill master, huh? Do me a favor and don't burn the dogs."
" Uh, yeah. Yeah, thanks." He stumbled out. Normally he keeps his composure and plays his role giving you some bite in his responses, but you've already derailed him and he's pretty sure the sun is frying his brain while he's at it. So now you're here, standing there completely thrown off.
"You okay there, Harrington? "
He grumbles out a hum and you leave him be, figuring he may need a few more beers or a whole new personality, because every time you consider dropping the snarky act with him he totally blows you off and can't be bothered to speak to you in full sentences. He's come such a long way and you want to let the past be the past entirely, but you find that you're irritated with yourself for even looking his way when he acts like that, so you come to give it to him harder next time.
Everyone has settled in again with their fresh drinks and full bellies, some playing a card game on the pool deck, a group taking a break from the water spread out in the grass and others bobbing in the pool. You take the opportunity now that the pool is calm and all games of chicken are nowhere to be found and slide in too, deciding to be unbothered by whatever the fuck is going on with Steve. You grab a hold of a float and kick your feet up so you're floating on your belly, arms folded on your float and head turned to the side resting in the cool water. After a best of silence you spin yourself around, ready to strike up a conversation with Nancy about her own post-college plans when you catch it. The sunglasses are just low enough on the bridge of his nose to catch a glimpse of the direction of his eyes and you are one thousand percent sure that before you turned your float around abruptly, Steve Harrington was staring hard at your ass. Fuckin typical.
Your conversations continue to flow, you join in on games of Rummy and races in the pool. You find yourself shoulder to shoulder with Max on your towels in the grass giving the girl the kind of advice you know she needs. And all the while you feel his eyes. You thought the first one was a fluke - of course Steve Harrington would oggle any ass put in his view - but now you're not so sure. Because normally with you, he'd follow up his blatant stare with some kind of bite or tease, telling you to put your ass away before someone uses it as a flotation device. Instead every time you think you might be catching him staring you down behind his sunglasses he makes himself busy and jams another hotdog in his mouth. At this point you think he's eaten at least 6.
It's late now, and the group starts moving inside, picking a movie and settling in cozy spaces to wind down from the day. Everyone falls into their normal movie night rhythms, bickering over movies, Dustin talking through the opening credits and flicking the lights off for the ambiance. You find yourself in your favorite movie night chair, giant Hawkins High Tshirt slung over your now dry bikini, feet with red painted toes hanging over the armrest, when you're certain you feel it again - eyes on you in the dark of the room.
Robins first to fall asleep, unabashed snores falling from her for far too long before Steve nudges her and tells her to go the fuck upstairs and get to bed already. He leaves to set her up in one of the guest rooms and you can hear now that instead of returning to the movie hes clanging around the kitchen cleaning up from the day. The others also start, sun-beat and slightly buzzed, nodding off into a comfortable slumber around you, and you don't hear Steve padding around the kitchen any longer, so you also assume he has packed it in and went to bed.
When you quietly snuck back outside, walking while shedding your oversized t-shirt yet again in favor of a quiet moment in the Harrington's new hot tub under the stars, the last thing you were expecting to see when the shirt lifted over your head was Steve, already perched there in the bubbles.
" I thought for sure you had already gone to bed. " You say into the silence. He has yet to really acknowledge you so now you're even more confused than before.
At this point, you're fully committed, shirt already off so you climb in, with or without his permission to join. Dipping your toes in and lowering yourself into the jets, you catch him looking before he looks away and you've about had it. You know you might come off strong here, maybe a bit bitchy…and the way he's sitting there with shoulders freckled by the sun and his chest hair all on display under the jets has you second guessing your frustrated emotions, but you don't let what's in front of you distract you. You stick to your guns and open your mouth.
"What the fuck is your problem today, Harrington. I know we're not the closest, but I thought we were friends and I'm not sure what I did to offend you?"
" Offend me? I - uh, shit. What do you mean? "
" Well you won't stop staring me down today, so either I did something to offend you or you can't help yourself enjoying this fucking impeccable view. " And as you say it, you genuinely feel that it's just a normal bite back. A tease that is on par for your friendship. It's when you see the look on his face after you say it that changes everything. He looks like a puppy dog. One that's waiting to be kicked after sifting through the garbage. Like a little kid with their hand in the cookie jar. Like he's just been caught red white and blue handed at his own fucking 4th of July picnic because he wasn't able to tear his eyes away from your body. Oh my God.
"I-it's not, I mean...I...guess it is, fuck. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. Y-you just… . "
You watch him stumble over his words - a literal feat for someone who used to wear a crown like King Steve - and see him slowly slink down until only his eyes and nose remain above the bubbling water, shutting himself up without fail. Of course he acts like this with you. How is he supposed to ever convince you he's not an ounce of that old disgusting version of Steve if he can't act civilized around you even when you're in a bathing suit. His eyes closed slowly before he squeezes them tight. He can't will himself to look at you because he's so fucking embarrassed and he doesn't want to talk about it, but you - your not dropping it. You can't.
"Steve, you fucking look at me right now."
He slowly opens his eyes, keeping half his face still submerged in the water to ensure he doesn't say anything else so utterly stupid or make you any more mad at him than you clearly are. He looks at you so intently, directly in your eyes almost without blinking and you don't think anyone has ever seen that far into you before in your life.
"Were you spending the day checking me out?" you say, softer than he expected.
He slides up, ready to explain and admit his transgressions "yeah I mean, listen, I really didn't think anyone noticed, especially you... "
" Oh my God, you really were shoving hot dogs in your face to try and throw me off, weren't you? "
" Holy shit, yeah I ate like 10. Fuck, it was that obvious? That's so embarrassing. I really need to get a grip. You just looked so good today and I was probably just distracted and I'm sorry - " eyes closed again in utter shame, completely word vomiting his explanation to you across the water.
But before he could apologize again or continue his ramble, you moved quickly across the hot tub, slotting yourself low, down at his level and between his wide spread legs. He opens his eyes when he feels you floating in his space, noses almost touching, chins just under the bubbling water, and you are eye to eye now. He hesitates, thrown off by your proximity, before smashing his lips into yours. It's rough and sloppy and the water is sloshing everywhere as he brings you in closer by the hips so your legs settle in on each side of his.
And he can't help it, he breaks away and starts in again on it "I'm sorry, I - oh my God" he gasps out as you cut him off by grinding your bikini clad core down hard on his dick.
"I swear to God Harrington, if you apologize one more time I'm climbing off right this second" he nods, enthusiastically, fervently as you reach down into the water, between both of your legs and give him a nice firm squeeze. His eyes roll back in his head and he gasps.
"I swear I'm not apologizing, but Jesus Christ, I don't deserve this. You - I don't deserve you but not even this little bit - Fuck!" You grab his shoulder tight, holding on to give your hips another firm roll back and forth and decide to get a little soft and card your free hand through his hair as he babbles.
"I know what you see when you look at me - ah, sh-shit" you roll again but he reaches up and grabs both sides of your face to get you to stop and look at him "I know who I was, but I know you like to make me remember it too, so I never thought… I know I'm better. Fuck, I know it, but I don't know why anyone who knows how I was back then even gives me the time of day. "
You reach up and grab the sides of his face, too. Challenging his unwavering eye contact with your own, you lean in and give him the softest kiss he could have ever imagined, raking your hands back through his hair and tilting his head back a bit to look up at you. From this angle he sees the stars behind you and questions what kind of penance he did these past few years to deserve this moment.
on your mind | steve harrington
part one: the unspoken rule of apartment 4b
pairing: steve harrington x reader
word count: 5.9k
warnings: 18+ mdni (male and female masturbation, vibrator use)
includes: roommate!steve, freak4freak, a little mutual jealousy, a little bit of pervy!steve, but also pervy!reader tbh, tiny mention of bisexual!reader, steve gets hard over chicken parmesan
summary: steve can't help but notice how quiet you are when you bring guys home and he finds himself fixated on your pleasure more than he should be. but when he comes home during lunch one day he's in for a surprise when he finds out just how loud you really can be.
a/n: i actually don't know what to say about this other than enjoy and prepare yourself for part two. as always thank you to lid @tinfoileddd who lets me pick her brain and expand on the random ideas i send her. this wouldn't have came to life without her <3
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Steve Harrington prided himself on being a considerate guy.
Which meant his roommate telling him that they’re going on a date tomorrow night was all he needed to know. He was considerate enough to read between the lines and vacate the apartment for the evening with no questions asked.
It was an unspoken agreement between the two of them and he was grateful his roommate extended the same courtesy when he mentioned going out with someone– especially when his said roommate is a woman.
Steve had never imagined himself having to live with a roommate, especially a woman that wasn’t his significant other, but coaching and teaching sex-ed to a bunch of middle schoolers didn’t pay shit, and he couldn’t stand living with his parents anymore. So when one of the few people besides him out of the rag-tag group of people he called friends that had stayed in Hawkins mentions something about getting a place together he figures– why not?
He’d known you for years, had experienced too many near death experiences with you, and he also knew you were looking for any excuse to get out of the damn near slum of an apartment you were living in then. So, on a bright sunny Saturday morning in April the two of you sign the lease for what has now been your home for a little over a year.
Living with each other was a lot easier than either of you thought it was going to be. Shared chore lists, weekly movie nights, eating dinner together, learning each other’s little quirks– it was all very domestic.
So domestic that sometimes your lines of reality and fantasy blurred and sometimes you’d have to remind yourself that Steve was not your boyfriend and just your best friend. Which usually happened a couple times a month when he’d casually mention that he had a date and so you’d be the good roommate you are and let him have his alone time and then the following week you’d just so happen to have a date also.
Which is how you’ve ended up with Eric breathing heavily into your ear as he pounds into you with such a hurry that you think maybe he wants this to be over with faster than you do. Your bedframe repeatedly hits the wall as you count the ceiling tiles above you and it’s not until you hear him groan something along the lines of i’m cumming that you let out a fake gasp and then he’s rolling off of you without as much as a second glance.
He says he’ll call you tomorrow.
You know he more than likely won’t and that’s more than fine with you.
Steve strolls through the door near midnight, figuring thats plenty enough time for you two to do whatever, and for the guy to leave without there being any awkward introductions. Thankfully he’s right and he’s greeted with you sitting on the couch, freshly showered and in your pajamas, with what he can only assume is your leftovers from dinner in your lap.
He plops down onto the couch beside you with a sigh and you immediately shove the styrofoam container of lasagna towards him. “Want some? It’s from Enzo’s.”
“Enzo’s?” Steve questions, eyebrows raised in surprise. “He must have really wanted to impress you,” he states, grabbing the fork and shoving a piece in his mouth without a second thought. “Did it work?”
“No,” you reply, taking the fork back from him and splitting what’s left down the middle for the two of you to share. “Should have ended the date after dinner was over.”
Steve doesn’t say anything, but he knows what you’re alluding to, and he just nods understandingly at you as he takes his turn with the fork. The two of you didn’t necessarily talk about your sex lives, it was implied when either of you had mentioned going on a date and that you needed the apartment to yourself, but neither of you sat here and talked in detail about the latest orgasm you’d had, but if Steve had any inkling, he was pretty sure the guys you brought home weren’t giving you any.
The thing about your unspoken agreement with Steve about dates and bringing people home was that it wasn’t fool proof. Sometimes the two of you would go out without any expectations of bringing someone home. Then one thing leads to another and suddenly there’s someone trailing in behind either of you and the sound of a bedroom door slamming. It didn’t happen often enough to where it would be an issue, but it happened enough that Steve, while he wasn’t trying to be a creep, was being observant and had seemed to notice the lack of noise from you.
He’d quickly put on music when he’d hear the sound of your drunken giggles echoing down the hall and then a much deeper voice accompanying yours, but the times when you come home long after he’d gone to bed and you end up waking him up with your loud footsteps and hushes to the mystery man– those times he shamelessly listens.
It seems to be the same variation of sounds and actions every time– the guy trying to be all suave with you, your headboard hitting the wall in rapid succession for a short amount of time, some curses from the guy, and then the sound of the front door slamming shut. Not a single peep out of you the whole time and at first Steve thinks you’re just being considerate, that you’d made the decision to bring someone home while he was here so you’re just being extra quiet, but he also knows that sometimes no matter how hard you try, staying quiet during sex is sometimes impossible.
He figures you’re bound to slip up after a while and he’ll hear a moan or a little dirty talk bleed through the walls, but it never does, except for that one guy you brought home that would not stop with the dirty talk and kept asking you who’s pussy this was. Needless to say Steve ended up putting on music that night.
And not to toot his own horn, but he knew what it sounded like when a woman was experiencing pleasure, and from what he could tell those guys weren’t getting you off. While he can’t account for the times he isn’t in the apartment, he can tell from your demeanor when he comes home that those times aren’t particularly stellar either.
Your less than blissed out state as you sit next to him on the couch, sharing your leftover lasagna with him, it proves his point.
But Steve doesn’t say anything about your lack of post sex glow and how these guys should make it their priority to make you feel good. He doesn’t want to overstep, doesn’t want to cross any lines and potentially make things weird between the two of you, even if he’s a little more concerned with how other guys are treating you in bed than he should be.
Instead he takes the last bite of his portion of the lasagna and extends an olive branch, an out if you ever needed it, because again he cares about you more than he should.
“You know if you’re on a date and he’s weird or making you uncomfortable or even if you just want to come home– you can call me. No questions asked, I'll come get you. I’m almost always at Eddie’s or at Slinky’s having a beer.”
You give him a soft smile, trying to ignore the way his words make your heart do a traitorous thing, like the idea of him being willing to drive across town to come and take you home doesn’t make whatever you feel towards him that much more complicated.
“Thanks Steve,” you reply, eyes focused on the little bit of lasagna left instead of him.
“Of course,” he responds, slowly standing up from the couch. “Think I’m gonna go to bed,” his eyes traipse over you, waiting for you to look up at him, and when you finally do he smiles in that endearing way that makes your chest ache. “Goodnight.”
“Night.”
You hear his bedroom door close and you’re left sitting on the couch with the now empty takeout container in your lap wondering how much longer you can go on with this act. How much longer can you continue to bring home these guys that don’t know your clit from your nipple and act like the man you actually want isn’t thirty feet away.
You always get in your head like this afterwards, especially when Steve comes home and you’re absolutely buzzing on the inside with want, but the one thing you want– you can’t have.
The couch creaks under you as you get up and make the decision to leave the takeout container on the coffee table, claiming you’ll take care of it in the morning. As you pad down the hall and past Steve’s room you hear his muffled voice behind his door and you’re not meaning to eavesdrop, but the sickeningly sweet tone that bleeds out under the door has you frozen in place.
“Yeah, yeah– I know it’s late and I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
“Your number was burning a hole in my pocket from the moment you gave it to me tonight. I couldn't wait to hear your voice again.”
“I had a really good time tonight and I’d like to see you again if you’re up for it?”
“Yeah? Great. How about dinner next Friday?”
“Can’t wait. I’ll call you later with the details.”
That all too familiar sinking sensation settles deep in your gut and before Steve can figure out you were listening you dart across the hall and into your room. The door slams shut behind you with no regard for the pictures on your wall and before you know it you’re burying your face into your pillow. He’d met someone while he was out tonight and you know you have absolutely no room to talk, no leg to stand on when it came to however you were feeling, you’d been on a date tonight, brought a guy home and had sex, if you could call it that.
Steve was allowed to do whatever he wanted to, and you knew that, it’s just that you don’t think you can handle another failed date on your end to fill that ache in your heart.
The next morning you take the initiative to call Eric before he doesn’t and the second date is set for Saturday.
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A couple weeks later you manage to score a day off during the week, which meant you had the apartment to yourself.
Steve had thought it was weird how eager you were to send him off to work this morning, in fact majority of the time when you manage to get a day off during the week you’re begging him to play hooky and spend the day with you, but this morning you were nearly pushing him out the door.
He tried not to think too much of it, maybe you just wanted some alone time, or maybe you were inviting Eric over. He had spent the night the last time you went out, which Steve thought was strange, considering you never let guys sleep over, but the mid breakfast meeting between the two men had been interesting to say the least.
As you walked into the kitchen that morning you found Steve sitting at the little table eating his food with your plate across from him– eggs made just how you like, orange juice in your favorite cup, and toast still hot to the touch. It wasn’t an unusual sight by any means, but what was unusual was you having company in the morning. So he doesn’t even think to make sure you’re alone when he hears you enter the kitchen, eyes not even looking up from his plate, before he blurts out – was he any better this time?
Eric awkwardly clears his throat from behind you and Steve looks up wide-eyed and slightly embarrassed. Before Steve can even begin to spit out an apology Eric mumbles I should get going and it’s an awkward thirty seconds as he gathers his jacket from your room and walks out the front door, because you don’t even try to get him to stay and Steve continues eating his eggs, now content with the departure of the man from your shared apartment.
Steve figured after that debacle there was no way Eric would be back around, but if he knew Steve wasn’t going to be there today, well there was a chance, and it bothers Steve more than he’d like to admit. Either way though, Steve was going to find out what was going on back at home, because by the time second period rolled around he realized he’d forgotten his change of clothes for baseball practice tonight. There was no way he was going to be out there on that field in slacks and tie, especially when in true Indiana fashion, summer had arrived early and it was sweltering already in May. He’d just run home on his lunch break and grab some clothes and be right back– no big deal.
He’d even called you before he left to give you a heads up that he was coming home soon, but there was no answer, and so he thinks that maybe his little spiral over Eric potentially being there was for nothing and you probably were out shopping.
When his pickup truck pulls into his unofficially assigned parking spot at home and your black sedan is in its usual spot next to his– his mind conjures up a million different reasons as to why you hadn’t answered the phone earlier. None of them are good and frankly majority of them involve Eric and he chooses to ignore the alarms going off in his head about how he shouldn’t care this much about you fucking another guy.
His eyes do a quick sweep of the parking lot, he doesn’t know what Eric drives, so he really doesn’t even know what he’s looking for, but Steve feels like he has crazy intuition and he’s expecting the vehicle to glow like a fucking beacon the second his eyes land on it.
The search is of course futile.
His wristwatch lets him know he only has twenty minutes left until he needs to be back at the school and with the hope of not walking through the front door to find Eric balls deep in you– Steve reluctantly gets out of the truck and walks towards apartment 4B.
For the first time ever in his life– Steve knocks on his own front door. Not because he’s forgotten his key, but because he’s afraid of what might be going down on the other side of this couple inches of wood.. He gives it a minute and when there’s no response or the sound of two people scrambling to get dressed, he shoves his key in the lock and slowly opens the door.
The living room comes into view as the door fully swings open and to Steve’s surprise it’s exactly as he remembers it when he left this morning– your favorite blanket draped over the back of the couch, his glasses that he claims he doesn’t need on the coffee table, and some of the various VHS tapes that Steve had nabbed back from his Family Video days in a pile on the side table.
The apartment is eerily quiet save for the hum of the refrigerator and Steve comes to the conclusion that one of your friends has come and picked you up, because when you’re home it’s obvious. There’s always music playing or the TV is loudly playing some show you aren’t even watching– your presence is always known and right now all that lingers is reminders of you.
He doesn’t think much more of it as he wanders down the hall and towards his room, but the sound that bounces off your four walls and through your door has Steve stunned and his feet cemented to the floor.
“Oh my god!”
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From the moment you woke up this morning you’d been buzzing with anticipation, finally having the apartment to yourself in god knows how long, the new toy you’d picked up the other day burning a hole in your bedside drawer, and the fact that you haven’t had a good orgasm in ages– it had you wound tighter than a drum.
It didn’t help that you’d slightly been edging yourself all morning, refusing to touch yourself, but constantly thinking about how good it was going to feel once you did. You could have jumped right into your bed and shoved your hand down your pants as soon as Steve left this morning, but this was more fun, and you knew the payoff for waiting would be worth it.
It’s not until you find yourself squeezing your thighs together as you fold laundry that you finally cave.
You grab your new vibrator from the drawer and get comfy on your bed as your heart nearly beats out of your chest from how worked up you are without even touching yourself yet. You’re still in your pajamas, a big t-shirt and shorts, but you keep them on to tease yourself just a little longer. The feeling of your fingertips tracing antagonizingly slow circles around your nipples through your thin t-shirt has a steady warmth spreading through your body and the ache between your plush thighs that much stronger.
While your left hand still gives your nipples the attention they so desperately crave, your right travels down past your navel and in between your thighs. Your sleep shorts are thin and perhaps you hadn’t put any underwear on last night when you went to bed and maybe the ragged seam had been rubbing up against your clit all morning and maybe you did it on purpose so that when you finally caved just the slightest touch to yourself would have you gasping.
Which is exactly what happens when your index and middle finger press down against your clothed core and the seam of your shorts rubs against that sensitive bundle of nerves. It feels so good and god you want nothing more than to just go crazy and bring yourself over the edge, but you’ve been so patient, and you’ve got all day to play with yourself.
So why ruin the fun so prematurely?
You start slow, the pads of your fingers rubbing small circles over the fabric while your other hand, that is now slipped under your shirt, pinches and gently tugs at your nipples, the both of them working in tandem. The warmth that radiates through you is intoxicating and it doesn’t shock you to feel the cotton of your shorts dampening in record time. You’d been working yourself up all morning and when your hand finally trails under the waistband of your shorts it’s a little obscene just how wet you are.
Your shorts quickly get discarded, haphazardly thrown onto your floor, and then your shirt gets bunched up just enough to expose your tits to the cool air. The anticipation is burning through you like a wildfire and the only way to smother it is to make yourself come.
Which is something you planned on doing– multiple times.
Soft moans slip past your lips as your fingers rub tight little circles on your clit and as your eyes flutter closed your mind wanders to the one thing that you know will only amplify your pleasure.
Steve.
You’d imagined one too many times, what it would be like to be the girl moaning underneath him, how it would feel to have his big warm hands caressing your body, to have him showering you in compliments and praises.
Your fingers trail through your folds and down to your sopping wet cunt, circling the sensitive skin around your entrance with such a slow tortuous pace that it tears a whimper from you, hips bucking forward for something more. You know your fingers aren’t going to give you what you need, but you sink your index and middle finger in anyways, searching for that pleasure that you’ve never been able to give yourself.
If only you had Steve’s long and thick fingers inside you right now, he’d surely have you grabbing at the sheets as he curled them just right, reaching that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. It wasn’t like you had much experience when it came to getting pleasure from your g-spot, considering the only person to ever find it was the girl you hooked up with last October, but you had confidence that Steve would have no issue.
Just the idea of Steve pumping his fingers inside your tight cunt, stretching you out as he adds a third, it has you mewling. The squelching sounds of your own fingers pistoning into you fills the room and you could only imagine the dirty comment Steve would make about it. You knew he had a way with his words in the bedroom, you’d shamelessly listen through the walls on those nights when he’d bring home a girl on a whim, and you’d stored away those words for times like these.
God, you’re so wet for me, aren’t you pretty girl?
You’re soaking my cock baby.
Gonna make a mess all over my sheets aren’t you?
But even with Steve’s dirty talk echoing around in your head, your fingers of course aren’t enough to bring you over the edge, and you’re hurriedly reaching for your vibrator, slick fingers fumbling with the button before it comes to life in your palm.
The second you press it to your swollen clit it seems as if electricity shoots through you, pleasure coursing through every vein in your body, and you’ve never been more thankful to be home alone as you lose all composure.
“Oh my god!”
Your eyes are screwed shut, head thrown back against your pillow, and the prettiest sounds continue to slip past your lips as you increase the intensity level on the toy.
It doesn’t take long at all for that all too familiar feeling to creep up on you, for the warmth that’s started low in your belly to spread throughout your body. When you take your vibrator off your clit and slowly trail it up your body all the way to your nipples and circle each of them with it you swear you lose all ability to breath for a second.
Your chest heaves as you trail it back down your body and back to the sensitive pearl between your spread legs, increasing the intensity once again, which makes your chest heave even more. You’re teetering on the edge, the coil in your tummy on the verge of snapping, and all you can think about is Steve.
How it sounded when he’d brought home Amanda a couple weeks ago– which is what had caused Eric to happen– how she’d moaned out his name laced with such pleasure that it made you squeeze your thighs together while you laid in bed. How she’d told him don’t stop and how she unapologetically let everyone know how good she was feeling. There was clearly no need for her to fake it.
God you wanted to know what it was like to be pleased like that, to be taken care of in such a way by someone else that it had you practically incoherent.
The bad thing was, you wanted that someone to be Steve, who was unfortunately your roommate and best friend. So, having unholy thoughts about him while you masturbated was just going to have to suffice.
You click the intensity button once again and that is what finally brings you over the edge and turns you into a babbling mess, legs trembling, free hand clutching so tightly onto the sheets that your fingers cramp.
“Oh my fucking god. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you holler, pressing the toy harder against your clit as you ride out your orgasm, wishing it was Steve giving you it instead of this vibrator. “Please don’t stop, please, please.”
Something mixed with greed and insanity takes over you and you press the intensity button again causing your leg to twitch and your hips to buck upwards, all while the vibrator is still glued to your clit. Your second orgasm crashes in fast, riding on the coattails of your first one, and it hits hard.
“Oh fuck. Oh my god. Please Ste-”
You bite down on your fist, eyes rolling to the back of your head, all while muffled sobs fill your room. The vibrator gets tossed somewhere, on your bed or floor you aren’t sure, but your legs collapse out from under you and you lay flat on your bed, ears ringing with aftershocks coursing through you.
On the other side of the door Steve is beside himself, his cheeks are flushed, and the semi he’s sporting is damn near a full erection at this point. He knew he should have swiftly turned around and left the second he realized what was happening, but he couldn’t, not when he’s imagined what you sounded like for some time now. What it sounded like when you were experiencing pleasure, what it sounded like when you came, and what it sounded like when you said his name.
Alright so maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but Steve swears it sounded like you were about ready to moan his name, and you very well may have been getting ready to stay stop again, but he shamelessly hopes it was his name, because then he wouldn’t feel as dirty knowing you think about him when you touch yourself just like he does with you.
God, you sounded so pretty though, and Steve can’t believe that those sounds came out of you. The girl who he wouldn’t even know was having sex unless he heard your headboard and the sound of the guy or you in a nonchalant way mentioning that the sex with whoever was shit.
His heart is nearly beating out of his chest and his dick is achingly hard as he hears you coming down from what he could tell was two back to back orgasms. The way he can still hear little whimpers coming from you as you probably lay there spent, your inner thighs slick with your arousal, nipples still so sensitive and sore from you tugging on them.
There were a million dirty thoughts swirling around in his head and he should feel ashamed, should feel like a creep for what he’s thinking, what he listened in on, but he doesn’t. He hasn’t for a long time when it came to you and he isn’t sure how he’s supposed to feel about that either.
Steve’s startled out of his horny moral dilemma by the sound of your bed creaking and before he can get caught he’s swiftly darting into his room, grabbing what might be a dirty cut off t-shirt and shorts, and tip-toeing back down the hall and out the door.
As soon as the driver’s side door of Steve’s truck slams shut (which is the only way to guarantee it’s actually shut after Dustin fucked around with it by swinging on it like he was five and now it’s never been the same since) he let’s out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in as his hands grip the steering wheel with such vigor that his knuckles are stark white.
He quickly adjusts himself in his slacks, tucking his erection into the waistband of his boxers, and tries to think of anything other than the sound of your pretty little whimpers. His head smacks against the headrest as his cheeks puff up, blowing out yet another deep breath combined with an explicit of some sort.
Steve takes one last look at the apartment, shoves the key in the ignition, and backs out of his parking space like his whole world hasn’t just flipped upside down.
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It’s nearing seven-thirty by the time Steve trudges in through the front door in his cut off tee and shorts, sweaty and hot, and still thinking about what took place in this said apartment hours earlier. The remainder of the school day had been a slow type of torture he’d not wish upon his worst enemy and then he had to go coach baseball in the sweltering sun like his whole body wasn’t already on fire.
You had occupied every square inch on his brain since he left the apartment earlier and at times it wasn’t even anything inherently sexual– it was just you. How he loved coming home everyday to you, how you knew what was wrong with him before he did sometimes, how you deserved to be with someone that could take care of you in a multitude of ways.
And the sight that greets him as he enters your shared home does nothing to eradicate the overwhelming infiltration of you in his mind. You’re standing at the stove, comfy clothes already on, humming along to whatever Fleetwood Mac song is playing on the radio, and the unmistakable smell of his favorite meal wafts towards him.
You turn around and the sight of Steve standing there startles you, causing you to jump slightly, then let out the prettiest laugh he thinks he’s ever heard, and it makes Steve’s heart do a traitorous thing.
He figured he’d make it all awkward seeing you for the first time after hearing and listening to what you were doing earlier, but it wasn’t the least bit awkward. It was like any other evening, except you were glowing more than usual, smiling at him like he’d personally given you those orgasms earlier and god as unhinged as it sounded he could only imagine what you looked like directly after sex.
Which now has his dick doing a traitorous thing instead of his heart.
“Hard practice?” you ask, eyeing how his biceps glisten with sweat and how he’s got his baseball cap on backwards to keep his hair out of his face.
“Yeah, hot as hell out there today,” Steve replies, trying not to notice how you don’t have a bra on, how the window AC unit that you insist on running on full blast has your nipples poking through the thin cotton.
“Well,” you start, before turning back to the stove to stir the boiling spaghetti noodles. “You’re in luck because dinner is almost ready and I’ve made your favorite. Should be done in a few, the chicken is broiling in the oven. I’m trying to get the cheese a little crispy just how you like.”
“I’m gonna go take a shower real quick then.”
You nod, not bothering to turn back to face him as you stir the sauce. “Alright, I’ll holler when it’s done.”
Steve hurries down the hall towards the bathroom and quickly strips out of his sweaty practice clothes, making sure to put them in the hamper because he’s not a slob, and then gets in the shower before he loses his mind.
The cold water does nothing to smother the fire that’s ignited low in his gut and he can’t believe you making him god damn chicken parmesan has got his dick hard again.
He really is a simple guy and the domesticality of it all does more for him than he’d like to admit.
Steve knows he’s got to do something about his not so little problem and so he lets his mind focus solely on you as he wraps his hand around his aching cock. His fingers gently squeeze around his shaft and on the first upstroke his hips embarrassingly buck into his fist with no control as his head tips back against the shower wall.
He fucks his fist with no abandon and when his thumb glides over his throbbing tip a broken moan slips out of him, bouncing off the tile and hopefully not out to the kitchen. His head is swarming with you and all he can think about is how pretty you sounded earlier, how he’d never expected you to be so loud, and it only makes him want to see how much louder you can get.
He thinks about how he’d love nothing more than to thank you for making him his favorite dinner later by going down on you. To thank you for taking such good care of him, because you do without even realizing it, and as much as Steve is a provider, the kind of person that takes care of others because it’s who he is. Sometimes he needs to be taken care of too, and you do it so well that Steve doesn’t even realize he’s being taken care of, and to him that deserves a mind blowing orgasm or two.
His chest heaves and he has to brace himself against the wall with his other hand as he continues to stroke himself, imagining it was your soft hands wrapped around him right now, and not his callused ones.
You consume him entirely and he finds himself having to bite down on the bicep of his extended arm to muffle the moans and whimpers that want to come alive and live within the four walls of this tiny bathroom.
He’s close, he can feel that sweet release sneaking up on him fast, and with one last stroke Steve comes so hard that he nearly draws blood from how hard he’s biting down on his arm, your name and profanities muffled against the tanned muscle. He paints the shower wall with his cum, stroking himself to damn near overstimulation, until he finally slumps against the wall behind him.
Exhaustion creeps in fast and he’s still trying to catch his breath when he hears a knock on the door.
“Steve! Hurry up! Dinner is getting cold.”
He swallows hard, heart nearly leaping out of his chest at the idea of you listening in on him like he had you, but he can’t let his mind go any further than that, can’t let you wait any longer. So, he rinses his cum off the tile wall and quickly finishes his shower.
When he joins you a few minutes later at the tiny table in the kitchen, his hair still dripping wet onto the old Hawkins High Phys Ed shirt he threw on, and you immediately tease him about having to reheat his own food, but then grab the plate anyways and toss it into the microwave for thirty seconds.
The mutual pining! I love how they are both acting like they both don’t want each other and they do a pretty good job! I don’t even know how they would break that boundary they did a good job of building but even if we got a part 2 where they still were dreaming of each other it would be delicious!
summary: in which you and steve randomly meet at a bar and realize that you two can help each other out with a similar problem
warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol/drinking, mentions of past bad relationships (very recent breakups), smut (18+), oral (f!receiving), protected p in v sex
author’s note: i genuinely can’t believe how long this ended up being lol hope yall enjoy though!<333
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“We could be the greatest wingwoman and wingman for you right now if you just let us, dingus.”
Steve rolled his eyes at Robin’s words. “I already let you guys drag me to this bar, isn’t that enough?”
Robin responded with a simple, “No, it’s not” before taking another sip of her drink, while Eddie said something about how if this were a year ago, they wouldn’t have had to force Steve to this bar because he would have suggested the idea himself.
“Monica changed you for the worse, man,” Eddie continued, and Steve only frowned at him.
Robin gave Eddie’s arm a quick whack. “Hey, we promised no Monica slander tonight. At least not right in front of him.”
Steve gave them both the most unamused look. “You guys really had to make a deal about that? To not talk shit about my ex?”
“Okay, don’t say it like that,” Robin told him. “It would actually be super warranted if we did wanna talk shit about her. She was super pretentious and she hated all of your friends; me and Eddie, especially.”
Steve couldn’t think of a rebuttal to that on the spot, so he ended up saying nothing. And then he reminded himself that Monica had brutally dumped him two weeks ago, so why should he even want to defend her to his best friends anymore?
“There’s seriously not one girl here right now that you could maybe be interested in?” Eddie asked, and Steve was grateful that the conversation was at least slightly shifting away from Monica.
But, he didn’t even take a quick look around the bar before answering Eddie’s question with an immediate “No” and hoping that the subject would change again.
Eddie groaned and then proceeded to finish what was left of his beer, and Robin sighed before saying, “If you at least talked to a random girl here, and just maybe flirted a little bit, don’t you think you’d feel a little less sad about the breakup?”
“I’m not sad about it, though,” Was Steve’s immediate response, and it was only kind of a lie.
It really wasn’t Monica breaking up with him that made him sad; it was more about him spending almost a year of his life with someone that he knew he probably shouldn’t have been with in the first place because of how incompatible they were. That hard truth was what made him feel sad and a little stupid. Actually, scratch that, a lot stupid. But things with her had become so comfortable and routine that it eventually felt easier staying than leaving.
Robin simply gave him a look before shaking her head. “You’re a terrible liar. Last night I saw you watching that one National Geographic documentary that you only watch when you’re sad. Which I still find kinda weird, but you’re my best friend and I love you and all of your weird coping habits.”
“Wait, which documentary is it again?” Eddie asked, laughing a little. “The one about the whales or the one about the lions?”
“Whales,” Robin answered. “And it's like three hours long.”
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Steve abruptly said before Robin or Eddie could say anything else.
He left his half-drunk beer with his friends and walked away from the high table they’d been occupying for the past hour and headed toward where the bathrooms were down a random hallway.
“Don’t try to sneak out the back. We have your location and we will find you,” He heard Robin say from behind him. “And don’t turn it off now that I just mentioned it.”
Steve laughed as he held up his hand, giving her a quick thumbs-up in response.
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There was only so much waiting and hiding you could do, so you decided to ask the first guy that you saw exiting the bathroom.
“Hey, are the two girls sitting at the end of the right side of the bar looking this way?”
Surprisingly, this random guy didn’t question why you were asking him that, or why you couldn’t check that yourself, or even question why you were so obviously hiding in this slightly secluded hallway where the terrible bathrooms were.
Instead, he stepped out of the hallway a little bit and took a peek around the corner for you, and then turned back to you after a second. “Yeah, I see two girls looking this way.”
“Shit.”
“Who are they?”
“My friends.”
The confused look he gave you was immediate. “Why are you trying to avoid your friends?”
You sighed as you leaned back against the wall behind you. “Because they’re trying to convince me that going home with a random guy tonight will help me get over my boyfriend who just broke up with me.”
The laugh he let out in response surprised you. It also made you feel equal parts offended and amused.
“Is my devastating heartbreak funny to you?”
For the most part, you were exaggerating; your breakup with Elliott hadn’t actually been all too devastating— no outward lying or cheating, just a lot of miscommunications and bad timings— but you kind of wanted this random guy to feel at least a little bad for laughing at you.
“Shit, no, sorry,” He said, and his cheeks reddened a bit in what you could only assume was embarrassment, and you suddenly felt kind of bad about getting so defensive. “I just laughed because my friends are trying to do the same thing for me, too.”
“Oh, sorry,” You said, feeling slightly worse now that you knew that you two were in the same boat. “Sorry about your breakup.”
He shrugged like it was fine. “How long have you been standing here hiding from your friends?”
“Five minutes, maybe,” You answered as you pulled out your phone to quickly check the time. Seeing that it was a little after ten thirty let you know that you’d actually been standing here for closer to ten minutes, but you didn’t correct yourself. “My plan is to somehow find an opening to slip out the front door, and then I’ll send them a picture from my Uber telling them that I left.”
“Solid plan.”
“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”
“Maybe a little bit,” He said, giving you a small smile, and it was then that you were realizing, or finally noticing, that this guy was cute; even in the shitty bar lighting you could tell that.
Maybe it was because of his sweet smile, or maybe it was the denim jacket he was wearing over a plain white t-shirt that suited him really well. Or maybe it was his hair that looked as if he got out of bed and pushed a quick hand through it and then proceeded to leave his home, and you meant that in the best way possible.
Either way, this guy was really cute and so clearly your type— even though you felt like you were in no place to consider anything romantic with anyone, you could recognize his attractiveness— and you were suddenly being hit with an idea.
“Wait, you said that your friends are trying to set you up with someone here too, right?”
He let out a sigh. “Yeah, they are.”
“And I’m guessing by that sigh that you don’t wanna do that?” You asked, and when he shook his head in answer, you continued. “Okay, I think we maybe can help each other get out of here. This might sound a little insane since we literally don’t know each other at all, but let’s just pretend we really like each other in front of our friends— like, be super flirty and whatever. And then we’ll leave here together, letting them think that we’re gonna…” The thought of saying the word suddenly made you feel awkward, so you didn’t. “Do what they want us to do.”
After taking a moment to process your sudden idea— you honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if the guy said no because it was pretty weird— he nodded. “That’s actually a really great idea.”
“Thank you. I’m known for my great ideas, actually,” You said, smiling at him as you reached out to grab his hand and intertwine it with yours.
If the thought of saying that you and this stranger were gonna have sex made you feel awkward, then abruptly holding his hand should’ve felt weird too, but surprisingly it didn’t. “Alright, let’s just act like we’re super into each other, I guess.”
“I’m Steve, by the way,” He told you.
“Oh, yeah, that’s probably important information to know,” You said and then proceeded to tell him your name too.
You led the way to your friends and the small corner of the bar where they were lingering by.
“Hey, guys, this is Steve,” You said and slapped on the happiest smile you could muster at the moment.
“Steve,” Danielle was the first one to say something after noticing your and Steve’s interlocked hands. “What’s your last name?”
“Harrington.”
And then Amy was jumping in. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
“What do you do?”
“I work at the record store down the street.”
“So, you’re a music guy?”
“Not really, I guess. My friend got me a job there.”
You decided to stop the interrogation before Steve got scared away by this back and forth questioning Danielle and Amy were doing. “Okay, okay, that’s enough of the interview. His friends are gonna think he ditched them or something.”
“You guys should come over to the table we’re at,” Steve said and then pointed in the direction of where his friends were with his free hand. “There’s enough room.”
You nodded at his words. “That’s a great idea.”
If Danielle or Amy were aware of this act you were putting on— how you were no longer rejecting their idea of you flirting with some guy to “get over” Elliott— they didn’t call you out on it. Instead, they agreed that going to the table with Steve’s friends was a good idea.
Quick introductions were made, and then the group settled into typical small talk. However, you and Steve deliberately fell into your own kind of “flirty conversation” and played it up for your friends, all of whom tried to pretend that they weren’t intensely watching you two, but they failed miserably at hiding their staring, which was exactly what you both wanted.
After a few minutes of exaggerated smiles and elated laughs, Steve leaned in close to your ear. “How long do you think we’re gonna have to do this?”
You softly giggled like he just whispered the sweetest thing to you and then leaned into his ear. “Follow my lead.”
You pulled back and then shifted so that you were standing closer to him, and he quickly took the hint and wrapped his arm around you.
“Hey,” You said, grabbing the attention of your friends and his, which was easy because they had already been half-listening to you and Steve anyway. “We’re gonna head out of here, so we’ll see you guys later.”
There was a mix of confused and surprised looks that crossed all over their faces for the briefest moment, and then Amy was the one to first say something. “Really?”
“Yeah,” You nodded. “I want to take Steve to my place to show him something.”
“Since I’ve never seen the second Home Alone movie, we’re gonna watch that,” Steve added. Out of all of the movies he could’ve said, you weren’t sure why he was mentioning a Christmas one in September, but sure, you’d play along.
“You’re gonna watch a movie?” Robin asked, somehow looking both skeptical and amused.
Steve nodded. “Yeah.”
“Yup,” You agreed as you reached up to lace your fingers with his hand that was around your shoulders and used that to push yourself even closer to him.
“Okay,” Eddie said, failing to bite back his grin. “Have fun watching a movie.”
“We will,” Steve told him and gave your hand a light squeeze.
“I’ll text you guys later,” You said to Danielle and Amy, who were looking at you with equally surprised but happy looks. After so many years of friendship, it was pretty easy to read each other, but you hoped that they couldn’t see through what you were doing; you hoped you were faking all of this well enough.
Neither of them said anything, though, and they instead nodded and said different versions of “We’ll talk to you in the morning,” which let you know that they were just happy that you were actually following through with what they wanted you to do tonight.
Steve pulled his arm from around you and just went to normally holding your hand, and you two said final goodbyes to your friends and then headed away from the table. You two stayed practically attached at the hip until you were out of the door. The cold hit you immediately, but it wasn’t too unbearable with your jacket on, although you still wished that you had opted for a better dress. You gave Steve a quick look as the bar door closed behind you both.
“Nice idea with the movie thing, even though Home Alone 2 is so random,” You said with a laugh. “They all definitely think we’re about to go have sex in my apartment.”
“I’ve kinda used that movie line before,” Steve said. “It’s been a while, but Robin and Eddie still know what it means.”
You gave him an amused smile. “Okay, so Home Alone 2 is code for ‘I’m about to go hook up with this random girl’?”
“No, I don’t use the same movie every time,” He laughed a little. “That one was just the first thing that came to my mind this time.”
You nodded as you slipped your hand from his and you reached into the pocket of your jacket to pull out your phone. You opened the Uber app and ordered a car so that you could finally go home.
“So, what are your plans for the rest of the night?” Steve asked as you slipped your phone back in your pocket.
“Head home and probably finish the bottle of wine that I had been drinking before my friends dragged me here, and then call my ex and leave very stupid voicemails.”
You didn’t mean to be so honest— if your friends had asked you that question, you would’ve lied and avoided any and all mentions of Elliott because you wanted to make it seem like you were dealing with the breakup just fine— but talking to Steve made you want to be truthful for some reason; maybe because you two were going through the same thing.
“That doesn’t sound like the best idea.”
“It’s not,” You agreed, but didn’t say that you wouldn’t still be following through with it.
Things became quiet as you two stood on this sidewalk, not at all as close as you two were when you were trying to play things up in front of your friends. There was actual space between you two for the first time in the last ten minutes, and you weren’t looking at him anymore, instead, you were focused on the quiet street. The faint sounds of all the noise coming from inside the bar managed to fill the silence, and you wondered if this was the part where you two were supposed to go your separate ways. Now that you helped each other get what you both wanted, what else was there to say or do?
You were about to mumble something along the lines of “Thanks for your help tonight,” but Steve was speaking before you could. “My ex texted me earlier.”
Weirdly enough, you actually felt a little relieved that he was keeping the conversation going. You honestly didn’t mind talking to him. There was something about this entire conversation that felt so simple and easy, even though you were talking about kind of shitty things.
You looked at him. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“My friends would say bad. And a part of me knows it’s bad too, but I don’t know,” He shrugged. “It’s kinda tempting.”
You understood what he meant completely, but you still gave him advice that you probably wouldn’t have taken for yourself. “Okay, well, if my opinion matters at all in this, which I know it probably doesn’t, you shouldn’t text her back.”
“And then, in that case, you shouldn’t drunk call your ex,” He reminded you.
“Why did you two break up?” You asked instead of outwardly agreeing with his words.
“She did it two weeks ago over the phone,” Steve told you. “She said that things were feeling “off” between us and maybe they always had been.”
“Ouch,” That word felt like an understatement to represent just how shitty breaking up with someone over a phone call was, but it was all you could manage to say right then.
He gave you a quick nod, breaking your gaze for a second, and then he threw the question your way. “What about you?”
“He wanted to move to California, and I wanted to stay here,” You answered. That was the short version of it; the easy version of it.
“Okay, that sounds pretty amicable,” Steve responded.
You almost simply agreed with him just to let this part of the conversation end, but it didn't feel right doing that. For reasons you couldn’t fully recognize just yet, you didn’t want to lie to Steve.
“It wasn’t,” You admitted softly. “The moving thing came up months ago, and if we were smart, we would’ve just ended things then, but we didn’t. I told him I didn’t want to move, and he said that was fine, but it definitely wasn’t fine. He started pulling away and being a dick, and we both became really shitty toward each other by the end of it until he finally broke up with me and then moved like he wanted to.”
“Okay, nevermind. That sounds like it sucked.”
“And yours seems pretty bad too,” You said. “Doing it over the phone is such a fucked move. Did you see it coming?”
“No, but also yes, which probably doesn’t even make sense,” He answered, and in your eyes, it did make sense, but you didn’t interrupt him to tell him that. “There was something that always felt “off” about us, but in the moment, it never seemed like that big of a deal. Looking back now, though, it’s so obvious that we were never gonna work, and I guess it’s kinda good that she ended it.”
“But, she texted you today,” You reminded him.
“Yeah,” He said and then sighed.
“I still don’t think you should say anything back to her,” You told him. “Now, after hearing that she broke up with you over the phone, she definitely doesn’t deserve a text back.”
“If you don’t call your ex tonight, I won’t text mine back,” Steve said, giving you a look that you couldn’t fully decipher, but you were still nodding at his words.
“Deal,” You said and then held out your hand for him to shake— because it felt like the obvious thing to do, even if the “deal” you two were making was a playful one— and he did. You didn’t understand how his hand was still warm after being out in the cold for the past few minutes, but it was nice all the same.
As if on cue, a car pulled up in front of the bar with the all too familiar Uber sticker in its windshield. You looked at it for a quick second and then at your phone to make sure it was the right car. And then after that confirmation, you looked at Steve.
“You coming?”
The confused look he gave you was immediate. “You want me to?”
You nodded and smiled at him. “Yeah, how else are we gonna make sure we both follow through with the deal we just made?”
“Makes sense,” Steve said, nodding back with a small, amused smile on his face, and then he followed you to the car.
You two sat on opposite ends in the backseat, and it was probably the first time all night that the silence between you two felt a little awkward.
“Can I read the text she sent you?” You asked, halfway through the ten-minute ride. “Sorry, if that’s weird, I don’t know why I’m so curious.”
“Not weird,” Steve told you as he tapped on his phone for a second and then handed it over to you.
You took a brief look at the previous messages sent between them, which was a lot of simple stuff, and then you focused on the most recent one.
I’ve been thinking about you a lot today. Maybe we can meet up soon and talk? Let me know when you’re free.
It was hard not to roll your eyes at the message. It felt almost too painstakingly equivalent to something Elliott had said to you the day he moved out of your apartment. His one final attempt to get you to change your mind and move to California with him, as if all the damage to your relationship hadn’t already been done.
You were about to hand Steve his phone back, but then you noticed something.
“Steve,” You said, looking at him in the darkness of the car. “Why is there still a heart by her name?”
“I haven’t gotten around to changing it yet,” He answered, which didn’t sound like the best excuse to you because you thought about how promptly you had changed Elliott’s contact name to “Asshole” once he left the apartment for the final time.
“Alright, let me do the honors for you,” You said as you deleted the red heart and then Monica’s name entirely and simply put “EX.” “Okay, here you go.”
You handed the phone back to him, and he looked at what you did and then laughed a little. “I don’t know why I thought you were gonna make it something a lot meaner.”
“It was tempting,” You started. “But, I don’t know her, so I don’t know what mean stuff would’ve been the most fitting.”
Steve nodded as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. “What’s your ex’s name?”
“Asshole in my contacts and Elliott in real life,” You answered and Steve laughed again and then said a quick, “Got it.”
You made it to your apartment building five minutes later and it took another five minutes, due to very shitty elevators, to make it to your actual apartment.
“Welcome to my place,” You said to Steve as you flicked on the light and then pulled off your jacket and hung it on one of the hooks by the front door, and slipped off your shoes.
“Did you just move in?” Steve asked, following suit and doing the same with his jacket, and then toeing off his shoes by the door as well.
The half-emptiness of your apartment didn’t really faze you anymore, but you understood how unfinished the place looked to someone who was seeing it for the first time.
“Oh, no, I’ve been here for almost three years now. When Elliott moved out, he took a lot of things, so it looks a little weird and half-decorated now,” You quickly explained, hoping that you successfully masked the sudden awkwardness in your voice because you now felt the tiniest bit embarrassed that you brought him here. “I’m still working on getting a new TV, so for now we can just watch something on my laptop if you want.”
Before Steve could say anything in response, you grabbed your laptop from where it sat on the small coffee table in your living room and then handed it over to him. “I’ll be right back; I need to get out of this dress. But you can put on whatever you want.”
“Okay,” You heard him say as you headed toward your bedroom.
It didn’t hit you how sort of insane this entire situation was until you closed your bedroom door behind you, and you were left alone for the first time since you met Steve near the bar bathrooms. Now, logical thinking was kicking in, and you considered just how much of a bad idea all of this was.
There was a guy who you barely knew in your apartment, and you had no plans on having sex with him, so this wouldn’t end up being a one-night stand kind of thing. So, what would happen instead? You two would simply talk and genuinely watch a movie, and then what?
Although you had no idea what the answer to that question was, it actually didn’t completely scare you. Because yes, this was kind of an odd set of circumstances, but you and Steve were going through the same thing, and that somehow made everything feel different. You weren’t nervous around him, and you hadn’t been all night; instead, things had felt weirdly easy, you realized. And you decided to keep leaning into that easy feeling and not overthink whatever this was or would be.
You slipped out of your dress and put on what was probably the most comfortable pair of pajama pants you owned and a simple t-shirt. When you stepped out of your bedroom and headed back into the living room, you saw Steve sitting on the couch, and a small, slightly amused smile tugged at your lips as you noticed what was playing on your laptop, which was opened up and back on the coffee table.
“Okay, I definitely didn’t expect you to put on a nature documentary,” You said as you sat down next to him, leaving a fair amount of space between you two. “I don’t know why I thought you’d put on something super boyish. Like, Die Hard or one of the million Fast and Furious movies.”
“Oh, I was planning on putting on Die Hard after this,” He said, and you immediately took notice of the playful tilt in his voice.
“An ocean documentary and Die Hard sounds like a solid double feature,” You joked back with a smile, and Steve laughed in response and then proceeded to tell you that this documentary was specifically about whales.
A comfortable silence began to linger as you grabbed the throw blanket that was folded on the back of the couch and spread it over your lap and then offered some of it to Steve, which he accepted— it was long enough to fit you both comfortably even though you weren’t right next to each other. And then you focused on the documentary and the Australian narrator talking about the vastness of the ocean.
“We can watch something else if you want,” Steve abruptly said about five minutes in. His words slightly surprised you because you had actually been finding the documentary pretty interesting so far and you hadn’t done anything to show otherwise. “My friends always hate when I put this on.”
You looked away from the laptop screen and at him. “How often do you watch this?”
“Whenever I’m not feeling great,” He answered, turning a little to look at you too. “Like, sick or sad.”
“Okay, and with your breakup, I guess this has been on repeat these past two weeks?” You asked, and the nod he gave you in response made you think that he was embarrassed by that answer, and you immediately wanted to make him not feel that way. “My personal sad go-to has been putting on this one reality show where people do dumb obstacle courses to win money. There’s like twenty seasons of that show and I’m halfway through it.”
“That’s what we should actually watch after this,” Steve said, giving you a playful smile.
“Yeah, and we can wallow in our collective sadness,” You nodded in agreement, which made him laugh. “And this will probably sound weird or just not even make sense, but I’m not even sad about me and him breaking up, because I know that it definitely needed to happen. I’m sad about basically wasting the last two years of my life with someone who didn’t end up being “the one” or whatever. Thinking about that feels so much worse than the breakup itself.”
Steve gave you a look that you couldn’t decipher at all. It was probably the first time all night that you felt slightly self-conscious under his gaze. You got the urge to look away from him and focus back on the whales on screen, but you didn’t.
Instead, your eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Sorry, it’s just, I feel the exact same way pretty much,” He told you. “I’m not really that sad that Monica broke up with me, I just feel really stupid that we were even together in the first place. She didn’t really like my friends and would always make fun of my job.”
“Didn’t you say you work at a record store? What is there to make fun of about that?”
“She would say a lot of stuff about how ‘it’s a job that’s going nowhere,’ but then play it off like she was just joking.”
You were unable to hold back your grimace. “Wow, that sounds terrible.”
You noticed the embarrassed look cross his face and you felt the immediate need to change it.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m not judging,” You quickly told him. “Elliott called me a lot of mean things by the end, and I still stayed with him, so I know all about making dumb decisions in a relationship.”
Steve frowned at your words. “How mean?”
“So mean that you’re actually the first person I’ve even mentioned that to. It still feels way too embarrassing to bring it up to my friends,” You admitted, and it was then that you had to finally look away from him. “I don’t really get why it’s so easy to talk to you.”
“Probably because we’re basically strangers,” Steve said, and after considering his words for a second, you nodded. “And fuck him, by the way, for whatever mean shit he said to you. That sounds pretty terrible too.”
“That’s why I wanted to call him tonight and leave equally as mean drunk voicemails, but you talked me out of it,” You said, finally meeting Steve’s eyes again. “You’re right, though, it would’ve been stupid to do that.”
Steve shook his head. “Oh, when you said that, I thought you meant that you wanted to leave the sappy kind of drunk voicemails where you talk about wanting to get back with him or something.”
“Oh, no way. I was just gonna list off a bunch of bad things about him,” You responded. “Like, the kinds of things that when you’re dating the person, it just seems like a little quirk or bad habit that you can overlook, but in hindsight you’re like, why did I put up with any of that, y’know?”
Steve nodded understandingly. “Can I hear the list?”
“You sure you wanna hear me rant about my ex?” You asked him with an amused smile, and Steve laughed a little and nodded again. “Okay, he would always forget to turn off stuff before he left the apartment; the TV, lights, anything really. He never did the dishes and would always get a little annoyed when I asked him to do it. Oh, and he hated whenever I would beat him at any kind of games.”
“That’s a very solid list.”
“Also, he,” You started and then immediately cut yourself off, realizing that maybe you should have at least somewhat of a filter. “Nevermind, it’s stupid.”
Steve gave you a look. “Wait, now you have to say it.”
“He never…” You looked away from Steve’s curious gaze and instead focused on the blanket draped over your lap. You pulled at a random loose string as you said your next words. “He never went down on me.”
“Really?” He asked, and you simply nodded because it suddenly felt too hard to form words right then. “You were together for almost two years, and he didn’t do it once?”
You nodded again and then finally found your voice. “He said he wasn’t a “fan” of it. Meanwhile, he loved when I gave him a blowjob.”
It was pretty obvious that your filter was completely gone at this point; if it had ever even really been there in the first place when it came to Steve.
“Wow.”
You tilted your head at him. “I can’t tell what that wow means.”
“It means that he’s an idiot and you should’ve been the one dumping him, not the other way around, and also, once again, he’s definitely an idiot.”
You laughed a little. “Woah, who knew one word could mean so much?”
“Yeah, it has a ton of connotations to it,” Steve joked, smiling at you.
You both went back to watching the documentary on your laptop, but there was something about this part of the conversation that didn’t feel over yet. You didn’t feel like you could just go back to watching this whale documentary as if you hadn’t just admitted the most embarrassing thing about your sex life.
“Um, what about you, though?” You asked, and Steve looked at you again, a confused furrow to his eyebrows like he didn’t fully get what you meant by the question, so you elaborated. “What was shitty about your sex life?”
Steve was quiet at first, and for a second, you thought that maybe for the first time that night, you two had reached a question that was “too much,” or worse, there had been nothing bad about his sex life with his ex, so he had no answer to give you.
“Um, she always wanted to do the same thing,” Steve finally answered after what felt like the longest stint of silence ever, and you were completely confused by that response.
“What do you mean?”
“She only wanted to do missionary. Nothing else,” He explained. “And I know that it’s a classic, I get that completely, and it definitely is. But sometimes you just wanna change things up, y’know?”
You nodded instead of outwardly saying anything because you didn’t want to admit that aside from the lack of oral, your sex life with Elliott had been pretty good.
“So, almost a year of just missionary?” You asked, and Steve gave you a nod that seemed equivalent to the one you’d given him when it was you answering this kind of question. “What would you do if you could choose?”
You noticed his cheeks turning the tiniest hint of pink as he considered the question. “Oh, um, girl on top, I think. That one’s pretty good.”
You weren’t sure why you expected him to say something a little crazier, but you didn’t tell him that.
“Good choice,” Was what you said instead.
There was another lull in the conversation, and maybe that was where it should’ve finally ended, but there was something about it that still didn’t feel entirely over just yet.
“I could—”
“We could—”
Your and Steve’s suddenly spoken words stumbled over each other and made you both stop abruptly.
“What were you gonna say?” He asked.
You shook your head. “You can go first.”
“No, no, I’m a gentleman,” Steve told you, a small smile on his face. “So, ladies first.”
You rolled your eyes at him, but there was nothing serious behind it. “I was gonna say that maybe we could… Maybe we could help each other out. Like, show one another what the other was ‘missing out on’ while they were in their relationship.” You then rushed out your next words before Steve could respond to your previous ones. “What were you gonna say?”
“I was gonna say that I could do what your ex didn’t want to do for you.”
“Just me?” You asked, and he nodded. “Well, it wouldn’t be fair if you got nothing out of this.”
Steve gave you a quick shrug. “I wasn’t really thinking about me.”
You teasingly smiled at him. “Wow, you truly are a gentleman.”
He laughed. “I told you.”
“If we did actually do this, though,” You started. “I would also wanna do your thing too.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah. If you go down on me, I’ll happily ride you.”
Finally outwardly saying the words made you laugh a little; you couldn’t help it. None of what was happening right then felt exactly weird, but it was definitely… surprising.
“This is such an insane conversation,” Steve responded, laughing too.
“Oh, yeah, it definitely is,” You said, looking away from him and focusing back on your laptop screen for a second. “We could just go back to watching the documentary and pretend this never happened.”
“Is that what you wanna do?”
“Not really, no,” You admitted. Logically, your answer probably should’ve been the opposite, but you honestly couldn’t imagine saying yes to his previous question and actually pretending that this conversation hadn’t happened. “Do you?”
Steve shook his head. “No.”
“Okay, so it’s settled then. Should we shake on this too?” You asked, mainly joking with your words.
“Yes, definitely,” He said, playing along. “That’s the only way it will be real.”
You scooted a little closer to him, closing most of the space between you two on the couch, and then held out your hand. “So, deal?”
He grabbed your outstretched hand and shook it. “Deal.”
This was the second handshake shared between you two, but this one felt charged with something different than the one outside the bar.
Steve’s hand was warm against yours, and you were also noticing how soft it was too. Your eyes stayed on his, and even though you didn’t really know him that well, if at all, you still felt as if you somehow understood what was going on in his head because it matched exactly what was happening in yours.
With your hands still linked together, he pulled you closer, and then let go at the last second to find your cheek and slot his lips against yours. It was messy at first, a sudden clash of tongues and teeth, but it also felt really good, and it took only a second for you two to find your collective rhythm.
Steve was a great kisser, which surprised you because first kisses with people were never this good, and they definitely never felt this right. There were always some sort of growing pains as you navigated what to do and figured out what the other wanted, but that somehow wasn’t the case for you and Steve.
You definitely didn’t expect your first post-Elliott kiss to be damn near perfect, and you decided not to think too much about what exactly it meant that it was happening with Steve; a guy you’d barely known for two hours.
“You’re really good at this,” You mumbled against his lips.
“What? Kissing?” He whispered back in between each one.
“Yeah.”
Steve pulled back to look at you, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. “Thanks. You’re really good too.”
You suddenly started feeling shy under his gaze, so you quickly leaned back in to get him to stop looking at you so sweetly. His hand still holding your cheek kept you steady and further warmed your already burning skin, and you let out the softest sound against his mouth when his free hand slipped beneath your shirt and found your waist, giving the bare skin a quick squeeze.
You wanted to move out of this awkward side-by-side position and sit in his lap, but you also wanted to get off the couch completely, so you abruptly pulled away from him and stood up. Wordlessly, your hand found Steve’s again, and you led him to your bedroom.
The second the door was closed behind you both, Steve’s mouth eagerly found yours again, which made you smile into the kiss, as he walked you back toward the bed. The second the backs of your knees hit the foot of the bed, he gently pushed you down on top of it.
Before he could even ask or say anything, you were pulling your t-shirt off and tossing it somewhere to the side, and then doing the same with your pajama pants. The look he gave you as you now lay on your bed, half naked with only your bra and underwear on, made something stir in your stomach.
“You okay up there?” You asked after a moment, making your voice light and playful, and also trying to push away the feelings that were starting to make a home in your stomach.
“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just… Fuck,” He let out a breath. “You’re really pretty.”
You had to turn your head and look away from him then, but you still couldn’t help but smile at his words as your cheek pressed into the blanket.
This was just supposed to be another case of two people helping each other out. This wasn’t supposed to be so sweet and nice and serious, right? You weren’t sure, but you could inwardly admit that you liked hearing him call you pretty.
You still weren’t looking, but you could feel Steve settle on top of you and lean in to press his lips to your exposed neck, making you let out a quiet moan.
He sucked on your skin, a sensitive spot on the underside of your jaw that had you mewling for him, as his hand moved down toward your cunt. He pulled your underwear to the side and slowly pressed his middle finger into your slick folds.
“Shit,” He mumbled against your neck. “You’re soaked.”
You let out a soft breath. “Like I said, you’re really good at this.”
He pulled away from your clit and out of your wetness completely and you let out a whine in protest, but then his fingers were hooking into the waistband of your underwear and dragging them down your legs. Your bra was next, and you sat up a bit so that he could unhook it and toss it to the side.
“Fuck,” Steve said, leaning back to simply just look at you for a moment. “You look so perfect for me.”
You were completely naked now, and he was still fully clothed, but you didn’t even feel shy under his lust-filled gaze because you really liked the way he was looking at you in this moment.
Before you could make any move to grab at the ends of his t-shirt to at least pull that off of him, his mouth was on you once again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then moving to your neck and continuing lower and lower.
Your eyes slipped shut, and you let out the softest sounds as he slowly trailed down your stomach and went to your hips and then to your inner thighs, teasingly pressing his mouth against your warm skin at every spot. You felt his hands hook around your thighs and pull you closer to him.
“Hey,” Steve said to grab your attention, and your eyes met his. Looking at him with his head between your legs and his mouth so close to where you needed him to be was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen. “Tell me if you want me to do anything differently, okay?”
You nodded before softly saying, “Okay.”
Your head fell back against the bed when his tongue ran a long slow stripe up your slit. He stopped at your clit, circling the bundle of nerves before latching his lips around it and giving it a quick suck. The gasp in pleasure and surprise you let out in response was immediate.
After one too many rejections from Elliott, you told yourself that you didn’t like oral anyway, always reminding yourself of other times with past partners when it had been rushed and sloppy. But now you knew just how much you’d been lying to yourself because this felt fucking phenomenal. Steve’s mouth felt perfect on you, and there was nothing about this moment that felt rushed or half-baked, like he was just trying to quickly get to the next thing.
He slipped two fingers inside of you, pushing in as deep as he could go and his mouth went to your clit again. Your fingers threaded through his hair as he lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Steve could tell just how much you were enjoying yourself with every tug on his hair and the contented sounds you were making above him.
His hand still on your thigh squeezed roughly as he started to suck hard on your clit, which pushed you closer and closer to the edge. It should’ve maybe felt a little embarrassing— how quickly he was about to make you come only from his mouth and fingers— but everything just felt so fucking good that you didn’t care how fast he was making the tight knot in your stomach feel as if it was going to explode.
“Steve, I- I’m gonna… Fuck,” You trailed off with a loud moan. Words were alluding in this moment as Steve continued his ministrations against your dripping cunt; his mouth on the most sensitive part of you and his fingers deep inside you, curling against an almost too perfect spot.
Your own fingers pulled a little harder at his dark locks, which made him moan against your clit and the vibrations from that abruptly sent you over the edge.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” The words fell from your lips in a sort of whispered chant as your back arched sharply off the bed and you saw stars behind your eyes.
Steve continued exactly what he was doing as you came, your moans and whimpers sounding like music to his ears. He happily took and lapped at everything you gave him, absolutely loving the taste of you on his tongue. He continued to finger you and eat you out through your orgasm until he felt you become too overstimulated.
“Fuck,” You squeaked out when his tongue did one final teasing lick against the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fuck, that was really good.”
Steve pulled away, and he sat up a little, smiling as he watched you come down from your high. “I’m sorry you’ve had to miss out on that for the past two years.”
You let out a breath of a laugh. “Thank you for the condolences.”
Your heart rate slowly returned to normal, and you turned to Steve, who was now sitting next to you, and you took notice of the obvious tint in his jeans.
You reached out to palm his hard length. “Girl on top is what you wanted, right?”
He let out a low groan. “Mhm, yeah, but only if you want to do that.”
“Steve,” You said so his eyes would meet yours, and then you proceeded to give him the reassurance that it seemed so clear that he needed. “I really want to do that for you.”
He looked at you so sweetly, and this time you didn’t look away, you simply just smiled back at him as you crawled into his lap.
Your fingers immediately grabbed the ends of his t-shirt to pull it up and off of him. “Let’s make things even, yeah?”
He nodded, and you shifted back a bit so that you could work on the button of his jeans. You then lifted your hips so that he could push his jeans and boxers down his legs and off him completely.
Your eyes became glued to his hard cock. You didn’t really know what you were expecting, but he was huge and you could feel yourself becoming wetter at the thought of him filling you up.
“You have such a pretty cock, Steve,” You whispered as you wrapped a hand around him and brushed your thumb over his slick tip. He groaned in pleasure, and one of his hands immediately found your hip in response, squeezing the bare skin.
A part of you wanted him to be rougher; you honestly didn’t mind the thought of finding Steve-shaped bruises on your skin in the morning. However, you didn’t tell him that because this moment wasn’t about you.
“Does that feel good?” You asked instead, voice soft and gentle, as if you couldn’t tell the answer to your question just by all the sounds Steve was making and by the way he was twitching in your hand.
“Perfect,” He groaned out, eyes meeting yours just for a second before he was looking down and watching as you kept slowly stroking him from base to tip. “Fucking perfect.”
You smiled and wondered if this was how he felt when the roles were reversed and you were the one who was a mess below him.
“Shit, I need,” Steve let out a strangled breath and his head fell back against the headboard with a soft thud. “Really need to be inside of you.”
You nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you, and let go of him to reach over and grab a condom from your nightstand drawer.
Steve watched as you tore open the foil packet and slipped the condom on his cock; it was probably one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
“Do you want me to turn around and take it that way, or like, how do you want this?” You asked, meeting his half lidded eyes as you went back to stroking his cock. After what he’d just done for you, you wanted this to be perfect for him.
“No, I wanna see you,” He said, free hand coming up to gently stroke your cheek.
You could feel your skin warm under his touch; somehow, that felt like the most intimate thing he’d done to you so far tonight. You nodded at his words instead of saying anything because you were pretty certain your words would’ve failed you anyway.
You lifted your hips so that you could line him up with your slick entrance and then your eyes met his as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, completely taking his cock inside of you.
Your and Steve’s collective moans filled the quiet air, and you were the one to break eye contact with him because your eyes were pinching shut.
Both of his hands shot to your hips to keep you from moving, which was good because you needed a moment to adjust to the feeling of being so full of him.
“Shit, I’m gonna fucking explode if you move right now,” Steve mumbled, looking down at how well you were taking him.
“That’s okay,” You told him softly. Your hands rested on his shoulders for a quick moment, and then they tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck.
He let out a chuckle and met your gaze. “I want this to last more than two seconds.” One of his hands came up to find your breast. “And I also want you to come with me.”
You hummed at the feeling of his fingers squeezing your already hard nipple. “Still such a gentleman.”
Steve laughed again, and that sound turned into a low groan when you lifted your hips ever so slightly and then sank back down onto him.
“God, you feel so good,” He rambled out. “Taking me so fucking well.”
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. “‘M so full.”
“Yeah?” Steve asked teasingly, and you simply nodded, words failing you the moment he pushed up into you.
Whatever control you had was lost. You were technically riding him, but he was doing most of the work, and it seemed as if that was exactly what he wanted. He had a near-bruising grip on your hips as he guided your movements and hit all of the right places with each thrust.
Your face became buried in his neck when it all felt like too much. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
Your words were whispered against his soft skin, and you could feel his nod in response. “Yeah, me too.”
He slipped a hand between your bodies so that he could find your clit and you sucked in a breath when his thumb started circling it.
“I wanna see you,” He groaned when he felt you clench around his cock, and at first all you could do was hum against his skin in response. “I wanna see you come for me.”
You pulled back and met his gaze, hands finding his bare shoulders to keep you steady. It was harder to do than you expected because of how much you wanted to let your eyes slip shut and simply just take everything Steve was giving you.
“Hi,” You softly said to him instead of closing your eyes or letting your head fall back in pleasure due to his teasing strokes against your clit.
“Hi,” He gave you a smile that made your stomach flutter and his hand on your hip pulled you harder against his cock. “You gonna come for me?”
You could only moan in response and give him a meek nod, forcing your eyes to stay on his. The knot in your stomach was tightening and tightening, almost ready to completely unravel.
“Go ahead,” He said as he thrusted up into you. “Let go.”
“Ah,” You dug your nails into his shoulders the second your orgasm hit you. He looked at you so fondly, like he truly cared about making you feel good, and that only made you come harder, walls fluttering around his cock.
You once again buried your face in the crook of his neck, sucking the skin and leaving red marks that would be there later. You landed on what you would later realize was an especially sensitive spot on his neck because the second your tongue grazed over it, Steve was letting out a loud moan and spilling into the condom.
“Fuck,” He muttered as he came and his hands squeezed your hips to keep you firmly planted on his cock.
You pulled away from his neck to watch him come apart beneath you. It was probably the prettiest thing you'd ever seen— his blown-out pupils, his mouth slightly parted in a moan, and a few locks of his messy hair falling against his forehead.
Your and his movements slowed as you both came down from your highs. With his hands still on you, he shifted things so that you two were lying sideways on the bed. His softening cock slipped out of you in the process and you couldn’t help but quietly whine at the feeling.
You two became a tangle of limbs and warm bodies, and your arms circled around his neck to push yourself even closer to him.
“Was that good for you?” You asked, soft words hitting right against his ear. “You did like all of the work when it should’ve been the opposite.”
His fingers began mindlessly stroking the bare skin of your back. “No, that was really good.”
“Mm,” You hummed in response. “Okay, but it does slightly feel like I ended up getting a better outcome to the deal than you.”
Steve let out a laugh at your playful words as he pulled away from you, and it took a lot of willpower to not protest his actions and keep him close to you. He pointed at a door, silently asking if that was where the bathroom was, and you nodded in response and he headed in.
You got up from your bed and started picking up the clothes that had been haphazardly thrown around the room. You slipped on your t-shirt and underwear, and when Steve emerged from the bathroom, you handed him his shirt and boxers.
It almost felt a little comical remembering that when you first let Steve into your apartment, you inwardly told yourself that you weren’t gonna have sex with him, and this wouldn’t turn into a one-night stand type of situation.
And now here you two were.
However, weirdly enough, the thought of this moment following the typical one-night stand rules— Steve leaving right now and you two never seeing each other again— didn’t sit right with you.
“Have you really not seen Home Alone 2 before?” You asked Steve as he finished slipping on his t-shirt. The talk of that movie had been such a minor moment in the conversation at the bar earlier, but still, you remembered him mentioning it.
“No, I haven’t,” He answered.
“Me neither, actually,” You told him. Christmas movies had never really been your favorites. “Do you maybe wanna watch it now?”
You knew what your words meant— that you didn’t want him to leave yet, that you wanted him to stay a little longer— and he understood that too.
He gave you a small smile and nodded. “Okay. And this is probably the best time to also admit that I’ve never seen the first one either.”
You let out a laugh as you headed into your living room, where your laptop was still playing the documentary from earlier, and Steve followed right behind you. “Okay, double feature it is, then.”
Been awhile! Just wanted to let y’all know that I am shifting away from Dylan content.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever write DOB content again - I’ve been disappointed in his actions as of late regarding who he hangs around and his relationship with his brother.
I wish you all the best and completely understand if my new content (if/when it’s posted) isn’t for you! Sending all my love to you all 💘
Concept: Y/N and Dylan have been best friends for years, but Dylan has a girlfriend who is less than friendly and so incredibly annoying. Oh, and Y/N is secretly in love with Dylan.
Julia lived with her longterm girlfriend, Aly. They had this great place in the city that we all would gather monthly for a group party. It was the best way to get everyone to catch up for hours without paying out the ass for booze. Mikey and Olivia came over to my place before the big party to pregame, get ready, and force me to come. Olivia put me in black pants and the tiniest top she could find in my closet while Mikey handed me shot after shot. About two hours later, the three of us arrived at Julia's.
“Hey!” Aly cheered as she gave each of us a hug individually. “You look stunning!” Aly smiled as she held me a little tighter. “Kamille isn’t here yet.” She pulled away and watched as a weight lifted off my shoulders. I’ve never been so relieved to learn that Dylan wasn’t there. I smiled at the girl and then walked past her to the kitchen to get another drink. I’ve got enough time to be drunk enough to handle dealing with this girl.
I open their large fridge and pull out a can of whatever is closest and a couple of jello shots. I throw my head back and immediately suck three shots down before cracking open the can in my hands and closing the fridge. I turn and see a tall figure watching me with a smirk, making me jump just enough to spill some of my drink. “God! Why didn’t you say anything!” The man scoffed lightly, “I thought we weren’t talking right now.” I looked at him emotionless. “We aren’t.” Dylan rolls his eyes for a second, “I thought you’d be happy that Kamille isn’t here.” I turned to face him again after trying my best to leave the kitchen without any more words. “I am happy. I’m ecstatic, even! Because now I don’t have to worry about being fucking bullied for just existing!” Dylan scoffed angrily, “Get off your high horse, Y/N/N. She’s not that bad.” I put my drink down on the counter and walk closer to the man in front of me, “Yes, she is! Her entire existence is to hurt my feelings!” Both of our voices were rising more and more with each word. I could hear Julia turning the music up to give us some sort of privacy. “She’s got a good reason for it, Y/N.” I throw my hands up angrily, “Are you fucking serious?” Dylan mocks my actions. “What could possibly be a good enough reason to be a bitch?” Dylan moves closer to me again, “Because she’s jealous. She’s jealous of how close we are.” I shake my head back and forth, close enough to feel his breath on my face. “That’s a bullshit fucking reason, Dylan. She’s the one dating you, not me.” We were both breathing heavily and angrily, our eyes switching back and forth as we argued like we’ve never argued before. The silence should’ve helped us both calm down, but it didn’t. The only thing that changed any demeanor between the two of us in the present moment was the sudden leap Dylan took.
He pressed his lips against mine feverishly. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck as both my arms wrapped around his. His other hand found my waist followed by the first hand as he picked me up and sat me on the counter. His lips paced insatiably down my neck and chest. “Dylan-” I moaned as he hit every spot I wanted him to. “Wait- Dylan-” He continued moving around my body. His lips finally made their way back to my own and so did the thought I had before, “Wait.” He pulled away breathlessly. “What?” I looked at him for a second as I tried to catch my breath as well. “What the hell are we doing?” Dylan looked around for a moment, noting where each of his hands were, “Making out?” I shook my head, “No, no, Dylan. I mean, what the fuck is this? What about Kamille?” Dylan shrugged his shoulders, “I thought you hated Kamille.” He sighed as he began kissing my neck again. I pushed him back softly, “Dylan.” The man pulled away from me again with a tense look on his face. “Look, Y/N/N, there’s something I sort of left out about Kamille and I’s relationship.” I nod my head to urge him to continue. “We have an open relationship.” I furrow my eyebrows at the boy in between my legs - the one that I’ve been wanting in between my legs. He shrugs, “Basically, we can fuck whoever we want as long as we come home to each other at the end of the day.” Dylan smirks softly before eyeing my lips again and diving back in. At first, I let him graciously - not fully processing what he just said to me. Moments later, I moan his name again. “Dylan.” He smirks into my shoulder, “God, I love hearing you moan that.” I shook my head, “No, Dyl-” I sigh, pushing the boy back, “No. No, no, no.” Dylan looks back at me in confusion, “What?” I shake my head and hop down off the counter top. “I-I’m not just someone you can fuck. I’m your friend- your best friend…” I pause and shake my head before mumbling quietly, “Or at least I thought I was…”
Concept: You move to a new town and meet the local construction owner.
We drove down the dirt road in our baby blue LaSalle with a black overhead and big silver rims. The sun was shining down bright and happy in between fluffy clouds as they strolled through the air politely. We stop in front of a large, white house. A couple of other roadsters behind us stopped too. We packed up all of our favorite items and left the rest behind with the plan to buy new things. I sighed in relief, excited to get out of this car. I open the door carefully and step out. My brother, Vincent, immediately ran over to me and tried helping me out after the fact. My father, who was helping my brother and I move not too far from our old home, had some words of anger to share as he watched the whole ordeal happen. I sighed lightly to myself, wishing that he would just let me be. But he didn’t want a daughter who raised her voice or took care of herself. I did my best to ignore his hateful words while still responding enough that he thought I cared.
I walked up to the large, beautiful house and stared for a moment. This house was mine. And, sort of, Vincent’s, who would only be staying with me until I found an appropriate mate.
I begin to move to walk into the gorgeous piece of architecture when I once again get yelled at. “Y/F/N Y/M/N! Let Vincent in first! Remember your manners.” My father shouted from away. I turn to look at him and nod before stepping aside and letting Vincent in. The blonde man looks at me with a worrisome eye before nodding his head and stepping in.
Vincent was kind and loving towards me. He hated my father just as much as I did. But he had the unfortunate habit of forgetting his place and leaving me to get the fall back of his less than assertive nature. He stepped aside lightly to let me walk past him as I wandered the halls of my future. I was going to finally be free from the grip of an uncaring man. At least, until I was to be set up with whatever suitor my father inevitably finds for me.
I step up the freshly built staircase and walk around the upstairs joyously as the men who traveled with me carry my belongings in and place them where they see fit. There was one room at the end of the hallway that particularly intrigued my whimsy as its door was the only door that was closed. I waltz over carefully before swinging it open in cheer. That’s when I saw him.
I let out a loud scream before turning and closing the door and running back out of the house into my brother’s arms. “Grab the gun! There’s an intruder!” I shout while pointing to the house vigorously. My father scoffs as I cry out, waiting for me to calm down. Once I finally did, he spoke, “There is no such thing.” I shake my head with widened eyes and feel my heart begin to raise again - this time from anger. He takes a breath to begin a tangent - most likely about me being a troublesome liar - when the man I saw before pops out. I turn to look at the man quickly pointing my finger, “There he is!” The brunette man puts his hands up carefully and calmly, like he’s been through this before. He has the same look in my eyes - fear.
My father lets out a hearty laugh that is sudden and loud. We all snap our heads to the older man before he explains, “You stupid girl. That’s the contractor.” I change my face, it’s offended and confused. “He built the house, “Y/N/N.” Vincent says quietly from behind me. I turn to look at the man again, his face is soft and understanding. “Oh.” I say shortly. “Mr. Taylor, this is my ill-mannered daughter, Y/N.” Mr. Taylor nods his head slowly, smiling small with his brown eyes. My father moves to grab Vincent carefully, “And this is my son, Vincent. He’ll be the man of the house until we can find a suitor for Y/N.” Sam nods his head again, beginning to gain a look of discomfort. “Y/N, Sam will look after you when I’m away in the city for work.” Vincent says suddenly. I nod my head shortly, unsure of how I should act at this point. There was nothing I wanted less than to have my father yell at me again. Especially in front of the handsome man before me.
“Well, I’m sure you’re more than capable of handling things yourself, but I’ll be around if you need me.” He smiles softly as he tries to show that he does not feel the same way as the old man. “Nonsense. She’ll be with you whenever Vincent is not here. I don’t want her running around alone.” Sam nods his head uncomfortably. He clearly hasn’t learned how to talk to my father just yet. “I promise not to be a bother, Mr. Taylor.” I send him a polite smile while trying to please my father. “Please, call me Sam.” My father scoffs again, “Mr. Taylor, please do not teach my daughter improper manners. The only men she doesn’t have to address by their last name are me and my son.” Sam looked at him with wider eyes than before as he nodded his head carefully.
“Vincent, everything is inside where it needs to be. I must be getting back home to your mother.” Vincent nodded his head in response to my father before moving next to me so that we could watch my father and his helpers leave together. Once the only roadster in sight was our LaSalle, Vincent let his breath go. I turned to him carefully as he moved to sit on the steps of the house just in front of Mr. Taylor. The two sat down next to each other. I walked over carefully and stood quietly.
“Y/N, we should lay down some clear guidelines.” I nod my head at Vincent calmly, but I instantly feel fear. Was he going to be as ruthless as my father after all? “First thing, you can call Mr. Taylor, Sam. Just not around father. And you don’t have to be watched at all times, you’re a grown woman and it’s time you get treated as such.” I nodded my head carefully as I watched the two with furrowed eyebrows. Sam pulled his hand out and reached it out to shake my own. I grab it slowly. “Pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” I smile softly, maybe things are going to be okay here after all.
Warnings: 18+ content, cursing, drug use, alcohol use, masturbation, cheating.
Concept: Love, sex, and drugs. Starring Fred Fitzell, Y/F/N Y/L/N, and Mercury.
The sky was dim and cloudy, giving the appearance that it was about to rain - although, if you lived here you knew the little water droplets would never come. The air was empty and cold, too, leaving goose bumps on my arms like the crunch in a crunch bar. I push open the large doors to my modern apartment building and walk inside, letting the warm hit my skin aggressively. A few more steps in and I’m at the large, black elevators. I press the button until it turns red and wait for the elevator to come and take me back up to the eleventh floor. I finally hear a ding that indicates to me the elevator is about to open. Once the doors pry wide, I can see two people standing with each other and a cart to carry boxes. They both look exhausted - mentally and physically.
I furrow my eyebrows as I recognize who it is I’m staring at. He looks up just as the word falls out of my mouth with surprise, “Fred?” The lean man looks at me with a soft smile, his brown eyes growing lighter. “Y/N?” He moves past the cart to reach out to me. I graciously take his sign of happiness and engulf him into a long hug. The hug couldn’t have lasted for much longer than 30 seconds before an uncomfortable cough comes from the woman who stood next to him moments ago. “Karen, this is an old… friend from high school… Y/N. Y/N, this is my… wife, Karen.” He looks back at me with a particular expression that lets me know Karen has no clue who I actually was to him and probably shouldn’t ever know - an ex. I nod my head regardless, “Are you two helping someone move in?” Karen shakes her head, stepping forward with the cart and grabbing Fred’s hand. “No, we actually just moved in ourselves.” I nod and smile, “That’s great! Looks like we’re new neighbors, then.” Fred shifts for a moment, trying to contain his emotions. “What floor are you?” I look up from the floor at Karen’s words, “I live on eleven. Apartment G.” They both nod, “We’re on eleven too,” Fred smiles. I nod my head once more, holding my hand in the elevator so that it doesn’t leave without me. “I guess that means I’ll see you both around then.” They both smile politely as I wave my hand carefully and retreat into the elevator with a soft smile.
A short ride later and I’m walking to my apartment. I find myself wondering which one is his with each door I pass. I sigh to myself as I reach my door. I loved my apartment. It was gorgeous and I spent a lot of time, effort, and money to make this place the home it is now. But that didn’t change the heartbreak I suddenly felt all over again from when Fred and I broke up years ago. I remember it was right before we graduated college and we had both realized two very big things. 1, we were going to different places in life. 2, our whole relationship was based on drug use and merc. So, we mutually agreed to end things. He was ready for marriage and kids, rehab - I was ready to travel the world and make new experiences, never stop. Of course, I eventually did stop taking merc along with every other drug in the book except the occasional alcoholic beverage and caffeine, of course. I also traveled everywhere I wanted. I met new people, made new experiences, and became, honestly, a whole new person. But I became that person too late. Now, Fred is just the one who got away.
I set my purse down on the kitchen bar top for a second. I look at the white and black marble, tracing the lines to ease my mind. I shake my head and rub my face with my hands before moving to grab a bottle of wine and a glass and then head into the bathroom. I turn my tub on to let it fill up. I strip down from my clothes and long day and hop in after all the bubbles have puffed up; placing each step into the large white tub carefully. I take a big gulp from the bottle and slump into the tub deeper. Seeing Fred is both the best and worst thing to have happened to me today. I think seeing him has just confirmed that I still love him and I still want him - making it very bittersweet to see him in front of me.
I want him to look at me the way he used to. To hold my hand. To hold me when I’m sad. To touch me. I want him to touch me. I bit my lip as I cradled the glass of wine in my hands. A sigh released my mouth as I put the glass down on the side of the tub carefully. If I’m going to think about Fred this way, I might as well put it to good use… I slipped one hand down into the water and closed my eyes as I began rubbing circles, picturing his hand where mine is. His tongue entangled with my own. My hands wrapped up in his hair as he nips at my neck and breasts. The feeling of him growing quickly as our bath together gets more and more heated. The heat inside of me burns brighter and brighter until, suddenly, a knock bursts me out of my bubble.
I sigh in the tone of sexual frustration as I grab a nearby towel to dry myself off before throwing a robe on. I drain my tub, deciding that maybe bath time was not what I needed, and walk out into the living room. I place the more than half empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter and carry my glass over to the front door.
The tall brunette is revealed from behind the door as I open it swiftly. I straighten up with wide eyes at the surprise of the man I craved. “Hi…” I speak breathlessly. Fred smiles, “Can I come in?” I nod my head kindly before moving out of the way and letting him take a seat on the couch. I walk back over to the kitchen and put my glass down next to the bottle. “Do you want a glass of wine?” Fred turns to watch me as I reach for another glass on the top shelf of the cabinets. He takes a moment to answer as he watches my robe lift higher and higher. “Uh, yeah, sure.” “Here you go.” I smile, handing him the glass before sitting down with mine in the chair diagonal to him. “So, what brings you here?” Fred kept his eyes on the glass swirling between his hands for a second longer before adjusting and looking at me. “You.” I tilt my head slightly in confusion, “I mean, I assumed that, Fred… But why?” He put his glass down on a coaster near him as he stood up and moved closer to me while still staying on the couch. “Y-you can’t tell Karen about us.” I furrow my eyebrows. Fred continues, “She can’t know about our past… about merc…” I nod my head, suddenly realizing what he was saying. “She doesn’t know?” Fred sighed as he shook his head. “Y/N/N, she doesn’t know anything up until she and I met…” I nod my head once more. “Okay…” I stand up slowly, grabbing my glass off the table and finishing it quickly. “Fred, this feels like a lot of lies to have with your wife.” I hear his footsteps come towards me slowly as the wine fills my glass once more tonight. He grabs the bottle out of my hand from behind me and spins me around to look at him. We haven’t been this physically close since the day we broke up. “You’re still so damn stunning.” I look at his eyes back and forth in disbelief. “You’re not supposed to compliment other girls when you’re married.” He nods his head, speaking softly before dipping his head closer to mine, “You’re not supposed to kiss them either…”
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Concept: Y/N and Dylan have been best friends for years, but Dylan has a girlfriend who is less than friendly and so incredibly annoying. Oh, and Y/N is secretly in love with Dylan.
The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun was raining down like a warm waterfall, and the clouds were floating along like fluffy pillows. The weather was just hot enough that I wasn’t shivering and cold enough that I wasn’t pouring sweat. I bent down slowly to greet a small puppy at my feet who was more than eager to say hello. “Sorry!” The girl yelped, “He’s just a baby and still doesn’t fully listen when told to come…” I shake my head, explaining that anytime a dog comes to me is a good time. The girl smiles back and lets me pet her dog a little longer before they both run off again.
“You better watch out petting new dogs around Tony,” A teasing voice says from behind me. I turn around with a smile and see the brunette and his terrier mix. I bend down again to greet Tony, the pup excitedly running over to me. “How long have you been here?” Dylan asks as he bends down to sit with Tony and I. I shrug my shoulders, “Not too long?” Dylan chuckles to himself figuring that I came earlier just to see the other dogs.
The two of us sit in dog park silence while we watch Tony excitedly interact with all the other dogs until one shrill, horrible voice pops out of nowhere, “Dyl!” We both jump slightly and turn towards the noise. I see the blonde figure and sigh before turning back to look at Tony. Dylan, conversely, gets up with a smile and gives the girl a hug. They greet each other the way a boyfriend and girlfriend typically do before Dylan moves to sit back down next to me. The girl huffs from behind, causing Dylan to turn and look at her, “What’s wrong?” Kamille, the girlfriend in question, sighs, “You’re sitting on the ground…” I roll my eyes dramatically. “We’re just sitting here in case a dog comes up or something.” Dylan still has a smile on his face. “That’s disgusting, Dylan.” I scoff quietly, but still loud enough that Dylan hears and shoots me a ‘shut up’ glare. I roll my eyes again as I stand up to move wherever the high maintenance girl wants to go. “You know what?” Dylan and I look over at the girl to hear her response. She sighs and presses a fake ass smile on her face, “Dyl and I can go to the picnic tables over there and Y/N can stay here and play with the dogs still.” I look at the blonde with blank eyes.
“Y/N/N? Is that okay?” He sounds nervous, knowing it isn’t okay, but not wanting to upset his girlfriend. “Actually, I was just leaving.” Dylan shoots wide eyes at me upon my response, “What? You just got here!” I shake my head, “No, Dylan, you just got here. Forty minutes after you were supposed to be here… alone.” The boy looks at me for a moment with apologetic eyes. “Get over yourself, Y/N. Dylan is a busy guy and I’m his favorite girl.” Kamille moved to grab the boy’s hand. I shake my head and roll my eyes before bending back down and grabbing my purse. I heard Dylan half-heartedly calling after me, but I figure there’s no use as long as Kamille is around.
A couple of blocks later, I make it to the brewery my friends and I frequent. There sat Julia, Dylan’s sister, and Mikey, a mutual friend of Julia and I’s. They noticed me almost instantly and greeted me with a smile and a wave to the waiter so that they could grab me a pint of my favorite. “Hey, cutie, how was the park?” Julia smiles. I sigh and slump into my chair, “Kamille showed up.” Mikey scoffed loudly, having to hear about my recent Dylan troubles and knowing that they all involved her. “When is this kid going to wake up and prioritize you?” Mikey flails around for a second, earning a look from Julia. “Watch it, that kid is still my little brother…” Mikey looks at the girl and slumps just a little bit. “That being said, what the fuck is he doing?” I shrugged my shoulders. The waiter comes and drops off my glass that’s filled to the absolute brim. “Do you need anything else?” He smiles. Julia and Mikey shake their heads, but I move to sit up, “Do you have any straws?” The two people at my table snap their heads towards me with open mouths. “Don’t give her a straw, she’s good. You can go, thank you.” Mikey says as he continues to look back and forth between me and the waiter. “Why do you want a straw? You don’t even like straws?” Julia asks with furrowed eyebrows. I sigh, “It's therapeutic… and helps me to drink things faster.” They both roll their eyes, feeling confident in the decision to not let me drink beer with a straw.
“Do you want me to talk to him?” Julia says after the straw situation calms down. “To the waiter?” Julia looks at me like I’m stupid for a moment, “Babe, no, I meant Dylan.” I look at her with realization before shaking my head, “I’m sorry. My head is just kinda somewhere else.” They both nod their heads slowly before Mikey gets a brilliant idea, “Let’s go out tonight!” Julia and I look at him with scrunched faces. “It’s Thursday…” Mikey waves his hands around, “So! We all don’t have real jobs. Let’s go out tonight!” Julia and I look at each other and nod our heads left and right, “Fine, let’s do it.” We each take a sip of beer before loosely planning out the evening. We decided to bar hop for a few hours and to invite a handful of other friends - Olivia, Logan, Sarah, Sam, David, and Matt.
Around 9:00 PM, we were all ready to meet up at bar number one. Some of us piled into a booth while others immediately hit the dance floor and another portion of the group was at the bar getting drinks. Regardless of where you were - if you were drunk or sober, smoking weed or tobacco - you were having fun. A couple of bars later, we were at our last destination. Everyone grouped together again excitedly to make sure everyone was okay. Shortly after that, we all went our separate ways again. It wasn’t until our song came on that everyone met on the dance floor. Everyone really was having a great time - even me.
By now, it was almost 1:00 AM and we were all about ready to go. That’s when the last two people I wanted to see showed up. Everyone ran over to the handsome boy and his horrible girlfriend. Well, everyone except me and Mikey. Of course, I wasn’t mad at anyone for going to say hi. I mean, the only people that know are Mikey and Jules, but she is related to the man. How could I be mad at her for wanting to see him?
Mikey pulled me into a half hug with a drunken smile. I looked up at him, feeling tipsy myself and smiled back. Before we knew it, our nice moment was immediately ruined by the sharp voice, “Oh, Y/N! You’re here…” Kamille says as nice as she possibly can. I turn to her and shoot her a closed mouth smile, nodding my head as the response. I move to look at Dylan who just looks upset. I move my eyes away from him and turn to Mikey, “Let’s go get some more drinks, yeah?” Mikey nods awkwardly as he scoots out the booth with me right behind him. Dylan moves Kamille to his other side and goes to grab my arm. I turn to look at his tightening grip on my arm and then back up at him with wide eyes. “Can we talk?” He says, searching my face with his gorgeous brown eyes. I nod my head, “Yeah, yeah, let’s talk soon. I gotta go get drinks with Mikey right now.” Dylan gives me a look to explain that that was not what he meant and he knows I know what he did mean. Regardless, I shake it off and continue my walk to the bar. I don’t know what he wants to talk about, but I do know that I don’t want to deal with it tonight.
Lucky for me, Mikey is just as uninterested in hanging out with Dylan and Kamille. So, we both decided to sneak out and text the group that Mikey threw up so we had to leave without a word. The group sent back their condolences and love and let us be.
I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and a story’s worth of texts from Dylan. I scroll through the texts without reading, knowing that Dylan was most definitely upset with me and last night. So, I do what any rational human being would do. I ignore the problem and go get coffee.
The smell from the coffee shop floods its way out into the street, filling my nostrils with delicious happiness. I smile softly to myself, letting all my anxiety and worries about everything going on just melt away. The barista asks for my order and my name; I enthusiastically give her both before sitting down at a table nearby and pulling the book out of my purse. Moments later, I have my drink in my hand and a nice book to practice escapism with.
“Y/N?” I hear on the other side of my book. I sigh, why did I have to pick this cafe? “Hey, Dyl…” The boy looks at me with furrowed eyebrows before sitting across from me with his recently ordered drink. “I texted you…” I look at him and then look down at my phone for a second. Can’t really lie my way out of this one. I sigh, “I know.” He furrowed his eyebrows again. “Y/N, are you really this upset over me being late to the park?” I look at him with wide eyes, “No, no! I-I’m not mad at you.” He rolls his eyes, “If you’re not mad at me then why are you avoiding me.” I shrug my shoulders. Dylan shakes his head at my wordless answer, “Can you please just tell me, Y/N/N? Please.” I hear his begging words and feel my heart melt just a little bit. “Dylan… it’s Kamille.” Dylan looks at me blankly for a second. “You’ve been avoiding me constantly because Kamille wanted to sit on the park benches? Seriously?” His words are condescending and I can physically see him getting angry. I scoff, “No, I’ve been avoiding you because you spend all your time with your shitty girlfriend who puts me down every second she can.” I stand up quickly, slamming my book shut and onto the table. Dylan is still looking at me with angry eyes. “Kamille doesn’t do that, Y/N.” I scoff again, only much louder this time. “Yes she does! In fact, she does it to everyone! Just ask them! Julia thinks she’s an annoying piece of work too.” Dylan’s expression is slowly fading into sadness. I look at his soft eyes as I try to calm down. “You all don’t like her?” I nod my head, “None of us are really all that fond of her, but we put up with it because we love you.” Dylan shakes his head, “Okay, so-so you’ll stop avoiding me then?” I look at him carefully. I can feel my eyes get glossy as I shake my head, “Dylan, she intrudes on every single plan we have. I haven’t spent one on one time with you in months because of her - because you let her intrude on those plans.” His face turns apologetic, “You’re right, I-I’m so sorry. I’ll stop letting-” I cut him off, “I can’t keep doing this.”
“What?” There's a new sound to his voice. “As long as you’re dating her, I-I can’t be around you.” Dylan shakes his head in disbelief, “You can’t be serious.” I avoid eye contact with the boy as I grab my book and cup, “I’ll see you around, Dylan.”
Concept: College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.
A/N: Hello, beautiful humans! Thank you so much for supporting my work and this series. I never would’ve thought it would get the kind of support that it has. This really is incredible. Sadly, this is the final part of With Benefits though. If you liked this series, please checkout my master list and / leave a request for stories in my ask inbox! I can’t wait to write more for you all! <3
I open my eyes from underneath the covers and sigh at the sound of someone knocking on my door. I push the covers off of me and walk over sluggishly to look through my peephole. There stood a very impatient Scott McCall. I sigh again before holding my breath and opening the door. Scott looks at me for a second before pulling me into a big hug. Once he lets go, he sees my confusion and explains, “Stiles told us what happened.” I nod my head once. “I was pretty mad at you at first, especially because he got attacked, but I think I get why you did it.” Scott finally stops speaking to now see my mouth wide open in disgust. “He got attacked?” Scott looks at me with panicked eyes, realizing what he had just said. “Oh my gosh, no, no. I mean, yes. He did, but he didn’t get hurt or anything. He’s totally fine.” I nod my head in relief.
“So, why’d you come by?” Scott looks at me with a small smile, “I wanted to check in on you…” He looks at my facial features, studying my eyes carefully as he sees no physical change, but can hear my heart pound a little differently. “I also wanted to let you know that, well, I think you and Stiles would be really great together.” I sighed, shaking my head, “Yeah, I don’t think Stiles would agree with that.” Scott scoffs, “Y/N/N, if he didn’t agree, I wouldn’t be telling you that you guys should get together.” I look up at the boy for a moment, a smile threatening to creep up. I can almost feel all my sadness melt away just as I remember one big issue: Lydia likes Stiles.
“Scott, wait, Lydia…” Scott shakes his head, “I have a feeling that if you talk to her, you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” Scott nods once more before leaving my apartment all together. I take his words as a sign and run into the shower to get ready for the day. I throw on real clothes and grab my car keys and then head off to where Lydia and Malia are staying.
“Hey, Y/N!” Lydia says with a smile, pulling me into a hug and walking me into the living room of her apartment. I sit on the couch next to her and go to speak, but the strawberry blonde beats me to it. “I’m sorry about letting you know over text about Stiles and that girl… I may have overreacted a little to the situation.” I shake my head and hands back and forth, “No, no! Don’t be sorry! I actually wanted… Well, I wanted to talk to you about that.” I took a breath and looked at my fidgeting hands for a second before looking back at her. “That girl was… it was me.” Lydia looks at me with wide eyes. “Oh my God.” She breathes out. “I’m…” The girl takes another deep breath, building the suspense just before she yells at me.
“I’m the worst, I’m so sorry!” Lydia pulls me into a hug, “I can’t believe I was trying to take your boy away from you!” She lets me go and searches my face for a reaction, but all she sees is pure confusion. “You’re sorry?” She nods, “Yeah! I mean I didn’t realize Stiles was the guy you were sleeping with, but I definitely knew that you liked whoever it was.” I shake my head and speak out of astonishment, “What?” Lydia rolls her eyes at me, “Y/N/N, the way you would talk about your hookup was as if it was more than just sleeping together. I mean you very clearly wanted to be his girlfriend.” I shake my head in disbelief.
How did everyone know I liked Stiles before me?
Lydia pulls me from my thoughts loudly, “So, are you guys official now?” I shake my head, looking back at my hands, “No, I, uh, I actually sort of might have messed that up.” Lydia looks at me with furrowed brows as she shakes her head, “You know, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.” I nod my head slowly as I sit there for a while longer. Lydia helps ease some anxiety about the situation while I catch up with the friend I had been ignoring for about a week.
After my visit with Lydia, I walked myself over to Scott and Stiles’ apartment as calm as possible. I was able to stop my hands from shaking, but my breathing was erratically and my heart was ready to pound out of my chest.
I knocked on the white door and waited. No response. I knock again. No response. One more knock. And still no response.
I sigh and pull my phone out, calling Scott who immediately picks up. “Hey!” I look around for a second as his genuine excitement is more than confusing, “Hey, are you home?” Scott responds quickly, “Uh, no, no. I don’t think anyone is.” Scott sounds like he knows something more but he always has a tell on if he’s going to spill the beans or not. Unfortunately for me, he didn’t sound like he was going to share much more information than he already had.
I walk back to my apartment begrudgingly, trying to decide if I should just call Stiles or not. Maybe if he knows that I’m desperate to talk to him then he’ll be more interested to see me. Regardless, I walk up the steps that led to my apartment just before I unlock my front door and step inside. I’m instantly greeted by the sight and scent of what looks to be hundreds of flowers. I look around at each color and shape with wide eyes before letting the orbs land upon the eyes that belonged to the boy I was longing to see.
“Stiles?” He smiles back at me, holding a few of the flowers himself. “I didn’t know which ones were your favorite… So, I bought them all…” I chuckle lightly, moving towards him slowly while taking in the sight of the many bouquets. “You must have spent a fortune on this,” I say breathlessly. He shakes his head, “Who cares if they did their job.” I look up at him again with a. raised brow, “What job?” Stiles shrugs awkwardly like he’s about to say something cheesy, “To make you smile.” I feel my cheeks get hot instantly at it disgustingly romantic words as a new found smile finds its way to my lips. I continue to step closer and closer to the boy in front of me before I’m close enough that I can speak in a whisper.
“I’m so sorry, Stiles.” He looks at me with loving eyes, eyes that I wasn’t totally used to seeing on him until recently, “It’s okay… You’ve said worse to me before.” He laughed to himself, reminiscing on how much we disliked each other in the past.
“Stiles?” I say suddenly, a crack in my voice escaping because of the butterflies in my stomach. He hums back at me, “Mhmm?”
“I think I’m in love with you.” He blinks his eyes slowly, bending his head closer to mine, “I think I’m in love with you too.”
THE END
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Concept: College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.
“What the fuck was that?” Stiles says, running into my apartment shortly after me. He has a smirk on his face. The silly boy was trying to lighten the mood, having no clue about what just happened.
“Go away, Stiles.” I groan angrily, leaving my face buried in my arms. Stiles finally catches onto what’s going on and comes over to me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug.
“Get off!” I shout, pushing him away aggressively. Stiles looks at my tear stained cheeks with a hurt expression. I ignore his eyes and move to look out the window I was sitting next to, wiping my face with my sleeve.
“Y/N/N, what’s going on?” I roll my eyes, looking at him with a smug expression. “Just go away. Go get the girl of your dreams.” Stiles furrows his eyebrows together in confusion. “What?” I feel myself progressively getting frustrated.
Frustrated at myself for hurting Lydia.
Frustrated that I fell for him when we said we wouldn’t.
Frustrated because he was going to pick her.
“Lydia! Go to Lydia!” Stiles looks at me blankly, not totally sure what was going on still. “She’s your dream girl isn’t she?” Stiles shrugs awkwardly. “Well, she likes you too. You both like each other. And, and we don’t like each other.” Stiles looks all over my face for a second, “We don’t?” I shake my head.
“That’s not true, Y/N.” I scoff bitterly at the boy, “Yes it is.” He shakes his head, looking down for a second and then moving closer to me. He bends on one knee and grabs my hand, “I like you and I think you like me, too.” I feel a few more tears roll down my cheek.
“Go to Lydia, Stiles.” What was I saying? “No, I’m gonna stay here. With you.” I push him off, “Go to Lydia.” Seriously, what the hell was I doing?
Stiles moves to grab both my arms and hold me again, but I don’t let him. “Y/N, please. Just let me hold you, you need it.” I scoff again, “I don’t need a hug and I especially don't need you.” He moves back, that hurt expression makes its way to his face again.
“Just go to Lydia, Stiles. Fall in love with her and leave me alone.” He shakes his head, still fighting for me for whatever reason.
“No." He shakes his head, trying to move closer to me again, "I want you and I know you want me to.” I shake my head, sniffling for a second, “No. I don’t” I pause. “I don’t like you Stiles. I-I hate you. I always have.” I speak through gritted teeth and tears. I think I’ve managed to hurt myself more than him somehow. And I don't even know why. Because I’m scared, maybe? I don't know what I have to be scared of though. If Lydia knew what was going on, what was really going on, she would step aside for me. Lydia isn't exactly known for holding onto a crush for a very long time anyways. And everyone would be ecstatic to hear that Stiles and I like each other, even if it is romantically... I mean, what am I doing?
Stiles moves to back away from me, having taken enough of an emotional beating for the day. He shakes his head and rubs his face. He was trying not to cry. I turn back towards the window, but I could still see his reflection.
I get out of my chair and face my body towards his. Stiles looks up from the ground to look me in the eyes. He steps closer to me, trying to pull me into a hug still. I, of course, stop him.
“Get out, Stiles.” He looks at me with the same hurt expression from before, “What?” I stand my ground, “Get out. Get out now.” He shakes his head, “Y/N, what’s going on?” I pull my chin up to stand tall and confident, “I don’t want to see you anymore. Get out.” He looks at me before the ground again, by now a small tear falling down his left cheek. He nods his head carefully before wiping his nose with his hand and walking out the door.
It has just gotten dark now, but Stiles was sure he couldn’t stay with me any longer today. He knew I was speaking out of anger and he knew I didn’t mean what I said. He’s a better human than I’ll ever be.
The boy shook his head thinking once more to our conversation before shoving his hands in his pockets and making his journey over to Scott and his’ apartment.
Just as he could see the building, something began rustling around near him. The boy stood frozen for a moment as he tried to address the situation. He was alone in the dark and human. So basically.. he was fucked.
Stiles took a deep breath as he calmly looked around at his surroundings. He saw where he thought he had heard the noises and then he saw a fairly thick stick close by his shoe. He looked around again before quickly grabbing the stick and holding it up like a baseball bat.
“Come at me!” The boy yelled, preparing himself for a potentially losing fight.
The creature took this as an opportunity and ran towards the boy briskly. Stiles swung the stick at the creature, wounding it just enough that he could run to the front door. The boy began pounding on the apartment door for Scott to come and let him.
Kira had answered the door quickly, rushing poor Stiles into the building while her and Scott went to temporarily take care of the danger.
When Scott got back to Stiles, he checked to see if his best friend was okay. Once Stiles has proven to Scott that he was perfectly fine, Scott was finally able to let himself get mad.
“She just kicked you out?” Stiles nodded. “When she knows the danger out there?” The boy nodded again. “Kicked you out!” Scott yells. Kira walks over to Stiles to be a bit more helpful that her wolf boyfriend. The girl urges the boy to walk off and cool down as she was pretty sure the only reason why he was so angry was because of his recent transformation.
“Are you okay?” Stiles nodded his head, “Physically, yes. Mentally, no.” Kira smiles shyly at the boy, urging him to continue. “Y/N/N said some pretty harsh things out of anger today. That hurt pretty bad, but I know I'll get over it..." He paused for a moment. "I-I’m scared that maybe she’s gonna convince herself she believes them.” Kira looks at the boy with slight confusion as she tries to piece this puzzle together. She's been given a lot of new information in a very short amount of time.
Kira takes a second to finish placing her pieces before catching a breath of air and speaking, “You guys weren’t just hooking up were you?“ Stiles shakes his head, “We were… at first.” He sighs, looking at his nervous hands.
“Now I think it-" He stops to sigh, not fully believing the words that are coming out of his mouth, "It might be something real.”
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Concept: College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.
I woke up the next morning with Stiles snuggled up next to me and a pounding headache. I groan quietly to myself as I pull the sheets off my body and step out of bed. I walk into the bathroom and turn my shower on before stripping my pajamas off. I hop in carefully and let the water fall down my head like lava. I keep my eyes shut under the liquid for a little while until I hear the curtain open. I move to look at who it is and see Stiles standing there with a smirk.
“Can I join?” I twist my face into a smirk and pull him in. All that was on my mind was Lydia getting ready to confess her crush on Stiles and how I needed to get what I wanted out of him before he’s really gone.
Stiles stands in the shower with his arms draped around me and lips attached to my own. He was still in his pajama pants, pants that were now soaked. He moved to pull the cloth off of him along with his underwear, but he refused to remove his mouth from my own. I moaned into his mouth as he slid his fingers into me, earning a groan of pride from the man himself. Just as things were starting to heat up more, we heard a knock on the front door. We both pull away for a second before assuming it’s nothing.
This was proven wrong once we then heard the door open and close.
We pulled away again, both of us groaning in sexual frustration. “I’m gonna go check it out.” I pull Stiles back to me by his neck, “Or we could just keep doing what we’re doing…” Stiles looks me up and down, trying to decide if he wants to listen to me or not. “No, no, no. We can’t do anything if a wolf is here…” I sigh nodding my head and letting him leave again. Besides, it was probably Scott anyways. And if it is Scott then he’ll be in and out in no time.
Stiles wraps a towel around his waist before walking out into the living room angrily, “What do you want, Scotty? I’m kind of in the middle of getting laid- Lydia?” Stiles gasps at the appearance of the girl in front of him. “You-You’re- laid?” Stiles looks at her with just as wide eyes as Lydia before watching her walk out the door and slamming the door shut.
Stiles shakes his head, rubbing his face for a second, before heading back to the bathroom. He removes his towel and hops back into the shower with me. The boy immediately goes in for a kiss, but I stop him. “Who was it?” Stiles shrugs his shoulders, “It was just Lydia, I don’t know what she wanted though. She seemed shocked to see me in a towel, I don’t know.” Stiles goes to kiss me again, once again getting stopped. “What are you doing, Y/N?” He was clearly starting to get frustrated. “Stiles- I- We can’t do this right now.” I sigh, he looks at me with furrowed eyebrows, but nods his head. “Okay, yeah. Are you okay?” I nod my head slowly, unsure of how I really feel right now. Stiles steps out and begins drying himself off, still talking to me as I actually shower. He was worried. “Y/N/N, don’t say anything, okay? But, uh, I just want you to know that I really care about you now and I, well, I hope that if you aren’t actually okay that you’ll tell me. Because I’m here for you.” I smile to myself as I feel my heart swell and my stomach sort of ache.
I hurry up and finish showering before getting completely ready for the day - hair, makeup, new clothes. I walk out into the living room to see Stiles sitting in the kitchen with food he made for us to eat for lunch. I look over at him and smile sheepishly.
“Hey, Stiles?” I say suddenly. The boy looks up at me with a smile, taking his attention away from the book he was reading that I believe has to do with research for whatever the hell it is that is currently wreaking havoc in our lives. “What’s up?” I look down at my plate and twist the food for a second, “Can we go over to Scott and Kira’s? I need to talk to Scott.” Stiles furrows his eyebrows at me for a moment, but nods his head regardless. “Yeah, yeah, I actually wanted to talk to Scott too. And I have to ask Kira something.” I nod my head with a smile as he quickly gets up to get us out and to the other apartment.
Once we get there, the couple greets the two of us kindly. Stiles, taking the hints I had been dropping about wanting to talk to Scott alone, whisks Kira up to his room to talk to her about some of the stuff he’s found that has to do with kitsunes.
“What’s up, Y/N/N?” Scott asks softly, his eyes look concerned. I sit next to him and open my mouth to talk before immediately shutting it again. “Y/N?” Scott says, trying to push me to speak up again. “I- Something happened.” Scott looks at me with a new look of fear and confusion. “Go on…” I nod my head, “So…” I sigh for a second before deciding to just let it all out. That has to be better, right?
“Lydia likes Stiles, but Stiles is sleeping with me. And she came to tell him this morning but we were in the shower together because I figured I might as well go for it one last time before Stiles dumps me- I mean, our agreement for her. But I feel horrible that Lydia found out the way she did and I also hate that Lydia likes him. I mean why him? Stiles is-is- Stiles!" I stop and look at Scott who looks like I just read a whole book to him without a breath.
"That was... a lot..." Scott says after a few moments of processing. "Scott, I need help." He nods his head, looking over to the stairs that led to the boy we were talking about. "Look, Y/N/N, I could sit here and pretend like I can't smell it on you, but I'm just going to be blunt, okay?" I sigh and nod, letting the wolf continue. "I think you should look at the possibility that the reason why you're actually upset about Lydia liking Stiles is not because you don't like it, but because you want to be with him. I scoff, "Yeah right! Stiles is the worst." Scott rolls his eyes at me, "Y/N/N, the scent doesn't lie... You like him."
"Scotty! I think Kira and I found something major out." Stiles yells as he runs down the steps with Kira close behind. Little did he know, he was saving me from expressing my true feelings towards Stiles to Scott. Not that he needed a confession with that damn nostril of his.
Stiles and Scott began talking about the boy's findings while Kira and I sat out on the balcony to the boys' apartment. Usually when those two were on a tangent together, it was easiest to just let them brainstorm off of each other.
Kira and I both gasp at the text in front of us. "Oh my God..." Kira sighs, moving to text Lydia back. I shake my head slowly, letting it set in that she still doesn't know that that girl was me. The girls are all teaming up to figure out how to help Lydia, but Lydia is insisting she's fine.
Kira notices that I'm still just in a state of complete shock. "Y/N/N, are you okay?" I shake my head as a tear springs to my eye. "Kira, I'm a horrible friend." The girl moves to sit closer to me and hold my hand as I start to let a few tears fall out. "You're a great friend, Y/N. Don't say you aren't." I shake my head, "Kira, I-I-I'm the girl in the shower." Kira looks at me with her mouth to the floor. I shake my head again, standing up and walking into the room with Scott and Stiles who don't even notice me. I rush out the door back to my apartment, tears falling down my cheeks slowly, but surely.
I think I made a mistake.
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