YO.
YO! Do you hear me?!
What the fuck!?!??
I don't even care what is going on, or how smug he's being...that stupid fucker is smooth and the ONLY answer is letting him just totally have at the pussy like that. Like...let that grimy grease man use my tits as is rag. Please. I'm begging. Anything.
Aftercare of wet paper towels, milkshake and fries? Fuck yeah.
I guess itâs never really over
mechanic!steve x fem!reader exes to lovers
Chapter Four -
Honey, on your knees when you look at me
The consequences of your actions hang heavy around you neck when you wake up, so you go to the shop to tell Steve this is definitely not what he thinks it is.
warnings: 18+ slight angst, confused feelings, semi public smut, fingering (fem!receiving), oral (fem receiving), body worship, praise kink, unprotected p in v smut, cream pie, fluff.
wc: 10k
authors note: This chapter has been almost two months in the making between life and writers block, I didnât think I would be here. Thank you to everyone who sent me messages about this story and about him because of you, I never gave up writing this series I was so excited about. betaâd by: @superblysubpar
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songs from the playlist that inspired this chapter: Unravel Me, If You Think Iâm Pretty, Please Donât Fall In Love With Me, Make Up, Eastside, Holy.
Streams of shining golden yellow make your lids still heavy with sleep flutter, lashes tickling the tops of your puffy cheeks as you surrender to the sunâs wishes to wake you up. The orange shag carpet in Robinâs living room slowly comes into focus, along with the rest of your surroundings as the ends of your palms rub the rest of the night from your eyes. Stretching your legs, theyâre met with warmth like the rays of sunshine peeking through the blinds still lingering on the cushions next to you.Â
šShit.šÂ
Your muscles freeze, threatening to cramp in your calf as the night floods back into your memories. How his plush pink lips slotted between yours like they should never be anywhere else, or how they made your back arch, kissing a messy path down your neck, perfect teeth nipping, threatening to bruise your delicate skin that lights up under his touch.Â
A shaky breath pushes out of your lungs as you shimmy your body deeper into the couch, fingers finding their way to your chest where you swear you can still feel his smile pressed into your skin, the tips of them hitting something smooth and warm.Â
A metal chain.
The weight of it around your neck finally registers through the sleepy fog that lifts from your brain. Looking down the slope of your nose, you nearly go cross-eyed when youâre met with the rich yellow gold that matches the sun, especially because It looks just like the one that belongs to Steve Harrington.Â
âNo, no, no, no.â
The realization that it is in fact, Steve Harringtonâs kicks in just like your feet in a silent fit, the thin throw he mustâve put on top of you before he left falling to the ground. You remember his plea for a date, and it has panic curling deep in your gut, the consequences of your actions arriving first thing in the morning before youâve even had any coffee.Â
Thereâs a little bit of pride that hides in a small space in your chest that you didnât just fold and say yes. Something you would have done in high school when he was giving you much less. Still, you didnât say no. You were just prolonging the inevitable matter of letting him down right? Itâs the self-respecting thing, itâs what you told yourself youâd always do.Â
Say no.
You twist the metal between your fingers, your eyes finding the dust particles that seem to float between the plastic of Robinâs blinds. Thereâs an ache in your heart at the fresh reminder of what it feels like to be held in his arms, something he rarely did when you were dating, at least not if it wasnât the dead of night. The sleepovers at his big empty house were your favorite until you realized how sad it was. All his whispered secrets and deep confessions that he only shared when you were lit by the moonlight - the kind that hid all the stars in the sky and that boy he was trying to hide. The ones that kept you hanging onto hope until the last bit of rope tethering you to him, cut your skin. Those were the nights that really made you have to run.Â
Youâre not sure if you could survive it again, and the end of August is only a distant friend. Pushing yourself off the couch, your eyes catch the bright bold numbers on the microwave that read 9:45 AM and you try to remember all the reasons you left in the first place. Not the way he looked at you last night in the kitchen making your best friendâs favorite snack.Â
Your flip-flops clack loudly against the hot pavement, the determination in your walk up to the shop threatening to set the street ablaze. The spaghetti strap sundress you threw on in a rush trying to be careful not to wake up Robin does very little to help cool you or your mood down when youâre met with the mugginess of the Midwest.Â
Steveâs chain bounces against your chest with each step, the gold shimmering against the sunlight in a pretty reminder that you still havenât taken it off yet. One that you choose to ignore in your huff trying to think of all the mean things he's done and not the way he begged you to make it right.
Reaching the end of the block, you notice Eddieâs van is missing from the parking lot, leaving only Steveâs BMW against the side of the shop. It stops you dead in your tracks because the buffer that would stop you from making the same mistake isnât there. Your proven lack of self-control only a few weeks into the summer has your confidence waver with nerves that try and get the best of you, but with a deep breath, you force your feet to keep moving.
Steveâs side of the garage is the only one open, the faded green metal door at half-mast to keep some of the sun away. Michael Jacksonâs The Way You Make Me Feel bleeds out of the open space, bouncing and echoing off the cars inside, waking up the butterflies and sending them soaring. Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you try not to imagine the way heâs probably singing along, or that curl that wonât stay in place, falling over his forehead as he bobs his head to the beat.
Why is Eddie not here?Â
You see his black work boots first, then the legs that were intertwined with yours just a few hours ago, now adorned by blue coveralls. Walking across the grease-stained cement, he comes to an abrupt stop, and for a second you think maybe he sees you, heart thumping wildly in your chest until he shuffles back a few steps before continuing forward.Â
He was dancing and you hate the way the corners of your mouth twitch because of it.
The smell of oil is bittersweet hitting your nose as you stop in front of the opening, silently working up the courage to duck under the door. Steve doesnât notice your sneaky entrance from where he stands at his workbench with his back facing you, completely lost in whateverâs on the paper heâs holding in black-stained hands. It gives you the few minutes you need to get your thoughts together as he bops his head to the music thatâs loud enough to hide you a little bit longer.Â
Your gaze lands on Eddieâs empty office, successfully diminishing the last bit of hope you clung onto that maybe he just didnât drive today, before your eyes catch the burnt orange of your car tucked away in the corner. A cherry red Corvette sits parked in front of it, making your face sour at the instant comparison. It outshines the car you scraped up enough money to get after moving to the city, sparking the kind of anger youâd been scrambling to cling onto walking up here. Maybe if your car hadnât broken down, you wouldnât have kissed Steve Harrington, and then maybe you wouldnât be standing here secretly wanting to do it again.Â
Clinging to that notion with everything you have, you take a deep breath, straightening your posture before clearing your throat, letting him know he wasnât by himself anymore.
âThe musicâs a little loud donât you think?âÂ
The pleased grin that spreads wide across your face canât be stopped when the sound of your voice makes him jump with a âJesus Christâ so loud you can hear it over the music, crumbling the paper in his hands.
Point one - you.
Your victory is short-lived the moment Steve turns around with his ever changing brown eyes that are somehow warmer in the daylight, reflecting the flecks of green that shine and light up even more at the realization that itâs you and not some random intruder. He runs those long fingers through his hair, trying to tame the mess on top of his head that you made, while his heavy stare fixates on the chain still hanging off your neck. Right where he left it.
Leaning over to turn the volume down on his boombox, he doesnât break eye contact, giving you that crooked smile that makes your heart skip a beat pushing up the two moles on his cheek. Raising his hands in a silent apology, you try not to think about how big they look or the way they grabbed at your hips last night. It's a fruitless effort, so you try to make up for it with a sassy tongue.
âWow, I could have easily stolen one of these cars if I had wanted to.âÂ
Crossing your arms, you suck at your teeth, deciding that standing right where you are is the best move, especially when you see the sweat that glistens, beading off of his tan skin, curling the coarse hairs on his chest thatâs hardly hidden by the sheer white of his tank top. At least his coveralls are fully on this time.
âMaybe I should report you to Eddie.â
âMost of the cars in here donât run,â Steve tuts, dark eyes roaming over your curves hugged tight by the soft cotton of your dress unashamed before meeting your narrowed gaze, âYou of all people should know that.â
âSounds like maybe youâre just bad at your job.âÂ
You ignore the uncontrollable press of your thighs that only gets worse the more his smile widens with your attitude, reading your body language like his favorite book.
âDid you come here just to pick a fight?â Steve sighs, carding another hand through his hair, threatening to punch the air out of your lungs when he looks up at you through his lashes âOr do you just want another kiss?â
Itâs impossible to sound out the word ânoâ even though itâs just two letters because watching him lick his full bottom lip before tugging it between his perfect teeth makes you wish it was yours instead. Â
âIs that it baby?â Steve taunts, pushing himself off the work bench and tossing the crumbled paper aside.
âNo,â you finally manage to get out, but the venom you had less than twenty-four hours ago is gone, and it barely stings when you try to deny with a jut of your chin and a quieter than intended, âThatâs not why Iâm here.â
The little bit of self-control youâve been hanging onto with an iron grip starts to slip from in between your fingers with each heavy thud of his boots that bring you closer to your demise as he closes the gap.
âAre you sure?â He asks with a glint in the darkening russet of his eyes that land on the gold wrapped around your neck again, close enough now to smell last night's leftover cologne.
âA-absolutely,â you stutter, taking a few steps back, the clack of your flip flops echoing, making you wince with embarrassment as you try to counteract his advances only for your back to hit the cool metal of a pickup truck.Â
âHmmm, I know what it must be then,â he hums, a faint hint of smirk twisting the corners of his full lips, big boots stopping with a scuff on the cement floor right in front of your pink painted toes.Â
Reaching up, his bold fingertips trace the smooth edges of his chain, rough calluses tickling your collar bone daring to explore a little more. The quick rising of your chest spurs him on as he tries to hold his composure, teasing the dip of your breasts, he curls his finger around the metal, lifting the chain a little before letting it fall back into place. Mischief twinkles in his stare that matches the same color staining his hands.
âYou must be here to tell me when youâll be ready for our date later tonight, huh baby?â
It takes your brain a second to catch up, the freckles that spread across his cheeks like wildfire in the light distracting you from this close.
âThe opposite actually,â clearing your throat, you try to hide the way your tongue dries when he looks at you like this, âIâm here to say that whatever happened last night doesnât change anything.âÂ
The corners of his lips twitch, his gaze getting lost in the details of your features like you werenât denying him, finally giving you the fuel you needed to make your blood simmer, the anger you thought youâd lost forever buzzing under your heated skin.
âSo!â You snap your fingers in his face, interrupting whatever daydream he was getting lost in, getting the glare you were searching for, âYou better get that out of your head right now. Weâre not going on a date.âÂ
Your words finally bite with a tone that almost seems final and for a minute it starts to feel like you have a semblance of your self-control back. Holding your head up high, you try to really end whatever started on your best friend's couch last night.Â
âWe can be friendly for Robinâs sake, but itâs never going to happen again. Iâm not your girl, Harrington.â
Steve rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek, something you canât quite put your finger on flashing behind the gold in his eyes. Leaning forward, his hand finds the chipped teal paint of the truck behind you. Caging you in, the spice of his cologne overwhelms you as it mixes with the heat in the garage, and the sweat glistening on his tan skin. The warmth of his breath fans across your cheeks that burn like theyâre being licked by a flame, thighs pressing harshly under your dress as you try not to let his gaze swallow you whole.Â
âIf thatâs how you really feel, fine.â He says cooly, seemingly unphased and it makes your blood boil more. âIâll take my chain back now then.â
 âNo.â
âNo?â He snorts incredulously at your refusal, watching the way your fingers come up to play with it. Taunting him.
âI donât even know why you put it on me in the first place,â you scoff with a roll of your eyes, channeling his nonchalance before ducking under his arm, your escape in sight.
You refuse to look back at him making a beeline to the open garage door, heart thumping wildly in your chest as you do your best not to give away the attachment you have to the weight of it around your neck that you really arenât ready to unpack yet.
âI left it!â Steve yells hot on your heels, the cracks in his confident demeanor starting to show, âI left it so you didnât think I just disappeared on you this morning because I personally have zero regrets about what happened last night.â
The sarcastic âHA!â you let out is almost comical, picking up your pace with an extra sway to your hips because you know heâs staring.
âHow about this, Steve?â You antagonize, turning around and walking backward with a smug grin that mirrors his from before, âIâll think about it.â
Steve doesnât take the bait, instead, he side-steps quickly to smash the round red button on the wall with a deadpan face. Letting the rumble of the garage door coming to life do all the talking for him.
âAre you serious?!â You shriek, watching it close faster than your feet can carry you, even contemplating a tuck and roll when you see the sunlight and any chance you have at not going back on your promise start to disappear behind it.
âItâs simple honey,â he sighs with an irritated edge, âGive me my chain and Iâll open her back up so you can go run back to Robinâs and pretend like last night never happened. Just the way you want, right?â
âThis is ridiculous. Youâre ridiculous. Let me out asshole!âÂ
A new level of stubbornness that you never thought you could reach locks you in place, facing him with arms crossed tight over your chest.
âIâm ridiculous?â Steve chuckles darkly, the steel toe of his boots echoing louder now that youâre sealed inside as he walks towards you, âLook at yourself.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â You snap despite the way your teeth gnaw nervously on your bottom lip, greedy eyes roaming his tall frame as your body betrays you for what feels like the hundredth time today when he steps into your space again.
âI know you enjoyed drama club in high school, but youâve always been a terrible actress.âÂ
âAnd youâve always had way more confidence than you should.âÂ
Steveâs nostrils flare, his gaze threatening to set you on fire.
âIâm going to get back to work, youâre free to go whenever you give me my necklace back. Iâm getting paid to be here all day baby, you arenât, so just know that Iâve got time.â He holds your stare for a second longer, sucking at his teeth before turning around. Testing you.
âCome take it off me then, Harrington, if you want it so bad.â Â
Two can play that game.
He stops in his tracks, shoulders tensing at the implication of your words, turning his head to the side, he gives you a perfect view of his sharp jawline.Â
âDonât start something you canât finish,â he warns, with a tone sharp enough to make your stomach flip.
âI said,â your shoulders square with a defiance that matches your glare, acting as if you arenât sealing your fate with the next four words, âCome and get it.â
Steveâs long strides close the distance faster than you can comprehend. A big hand grabs at your hip, grease-stained fingers digging into your curves, while the other cups the side of your face, surely leaving a mark. He's getting what he really wants.
Gasping into his mouth, the force of his kiss sends a shudder through the garage door when your back slams against it. Lost in the sensation of his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, you barely notice. Your fingers weave through the thick locks of his hair at the nape of his neck as if they were always meant to be there. A harsh tug on the silky strands earns you a groan that's deeper than you remember, and you immediately want to hear it again.
The clash for dominance ignites as your tongues collide clumsily, teeth grazing and noses pressing into each otherâs cheeks. His grip tightens on your hip in a warning before his hand trails down to where the bottom hem of your dress rests at the top of your thigh. Pushing up the thin fabric, the blunt tips of his nails skim across your soft skin, goosebumps pebbling despite the heat.
His fingers tease the edge of your panties, tracing the curve where they meet your ass, stealing your whine with a cocky grin that he kisses into your lips. He lingers just long enough to turn you needy before he hooks your knee around his waist, getting the instant roll of your hips and more of your little noises that will haunt his every waking thought after this.Â
âSteve,â you breathe, tugging your swollen bottom lip between your teeth while he starts kissing a slow, agonizing path down your jaw, tickling you with the stubble on his cheek.
He hums in between kisses, nipping at the sensitive spot behind your ear, he soothes it with a swipe of his tongue before he starts to suckâhard. Your moan bounces off the metal and concrete that surround you, echoing in your ears while your greedy fingers tug even harder at his roots. His grip on you tightens when you start to squirm as his efforts to mark whatâs his intensify, leaving a bruise youâll have to explain to Robin later.
âYeah?â He mumbles against your heated skin, the tip of his nose running along your pulse point, a saccharine smile pressing into the curve of your neck where his chain still rests.
âShut up,â you manage to get out, despite Steve leaving open-mouthed kisses on the swell of your breasts, palming roughly at the dough of your ass, encouraging another rock of your hips.
âYou're always so mean to me, honey,â Steve sighs, nipping at the supple skin, before meeting your poor attempt at a glare from under the thick hood of his lashes.
âYeah? And? What are you gonna do about it?â You bite, but it doesnât sting the way you want it to, not with the way your chest heaves in anticipation of his next move.
Steve flips you around so quickly that the change in position has you gasping, your palms meeting the warm metal of the garage door that bakes in the sun outside. Heavy work boots push your legs apart, while hot breath that rivals the summer dances across the nape of your neck. He presses himself into you, letting you feel just how hard you really have him, the tip of his nose brushing along the shell of your ear. Butterflies multiply, tickling your rib cage just like your lashes that kiss the tops of your cheeks.
âI think it's pretty obvious what I want to do,â he whispers against your neck, lips ghosting across the freshly formed bruise, âThe real question isâŠâ
The backs of his fingers brush along the sides of your breasts, goosebumps pebbling across your skin. His big hands follow the curve of your waist, smoothing down to the tops of your thighs. Taking his time, he curls them under the hem of your dress, pulling it up to rest on top of your hips, still giving you the chance to stop him. One you donât take.
âAre you gonna let me?â His words are gruff coming out next to your ear, your walls fluttering around nothing because of it.
The humid air doesnât help your sticky thighs that only get worse as two of his calloused fingers trace agonizingly slow along the waistband of the only fabric separating you now. Peppering soft kisses to all the sensitive spots that make your skin come alive, his teeth nip playfully at your earlobe, fireworks lighting up in the sky behind your eyes when he takes it into the heat of his mouth. The sensation has you mewling, jaw going slack as your toes curl into the foam of your flip flops from a feeling only Steve Harrington can give.
âI could be so nice to you, baby,â he whispers, letting you go with a pop, his fingers daring to go lower than just teasing, smirking against your cheek at the gasp you give when he drags them through your slick folds, wrapping your hands around his wrist for support, your hips chase him for more. âDonât you want that?â
Your pride has your teeth biting into your bottom lip. Refusing to answer his question loaded with too many double meanings for your head to wrap around right now, but you still spread yourself wider for him, because the last thing you want him to do is stop.
âGonna make me earn it, huh?â He breathes, biting back his groan at how you start dripping down his hand, âThatâs okay. Iâll show you Iâm worthy.â
His promise is enough to finally draw out the moan youâve been fighting, the sound making him kick up in his coveralls, while the movements of his wrist become more pointed. Your head lulls back against his broad shoulder, and his cologne smells even better with the way sweat starts to drip from his pores. Your eyes are needy, meeting the black coffee of his and you know it, especially at the furrow of his brows when he looks at you completely transfixed.
âGod, I almost forgot how soft you are. How fucking wet you get for me.â He whispers between gritted teeth, awestruck at the feeling of your silk walls begging him for more, daring him to explore, âBet you taste even sweeter than I remember too.â
Leaning down, he runs the tip of his nose along the bridge of yours, the mint that still lingers on his breath tickling your lips. Your hips roll with the rhythm of his wrist, warmth spreading across your cheeks as the sounds of just how wet you are echo in the big space. Too close to falling apart all over his fingers to care, the blunt ends of your nails dig half-crescent moons into his wrist chasing it.
âBaby, are you gonna come already? Iâve barely touched you.âÂ
His words mock you despite the sugary sweetness they drip with, every swipe against your bundle of nerves becoming unrelenting, determined even. But itâs still enough for you to take the bait and force your eyes open, meeting his hungry stare dead on and say:
âY- you wish it was that easy.â
Amusement dances across the hard lines of his face, his dark gaze narrowing before something between a laugh and a growl rumbles deep from his chest. The motions of his wrist come to a halt, and it takes everything inside of you not to cry in protest. Pulling his hand from your soaked panties, his wet fingers dig into your hips spinning you around, quick strides pushing you to the corvette that started your spiral.Â
âWhat are you doing?!â You squeal, your butt hitting the cherry-red metal of the hood that sticks to your sweat-slicked skin.
He just grins, the pearly whites of his teeth showing as grease-stained hands spread your knees apart enough for him to step between, leaving raven fingerprints in their wake before grabbing at your chin, he forces you to look at him.
âNeed you to keep your eyes on me, honey, and remember what you just said.â He pulls your bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb, watching it pop back into place.Â
Letting go of your chin, he holds your stare, fingers ghosting across the tops of your thighs as he drops to his knees like someone praying to a god. Hooking his arms under your bent legs, he tugs you to the end of the hood with a squeak. Spread wide for him to see, your calves rest on top of his shoulders that you hate to admit you wish you could see. Leaning forward, the tip of his nose traces the wet path of your covered folds, breathing you in like the sweetest summer breeze.
When his big eyes meet yours from between your thighs, just begging you to get lost in them like you used to, itâs almost enough for you to forget the game youâre both supposed to be playing. Thereâs a softness that lingers inside melting caramel that manages to shine through the black that overpowers it, and you wonder if he can hear the way your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.Â
His touch is gentle now, long fingers curling around the waistband of your underwear, silently asking you for permission to cross the line that deep down you know thereâs no going back from. Nodding your head with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you even help him, lifting your legs when he pulls them from around your ankles.
Steve stuffs the satin in his pocket ignoring the way you tell him that you want them back. His pink tongue thatâs seconds away from being your undoing wets his lips, jaw going tight at the sight in front of him. Roses bloom on his tan cheeks, and he canât help but run a hand through his hair, the reality setting in that he really has you like this. He looks completely wrecked. At least it isnât just you.
âFuck.â He breathes, the blunt ends of his nails digging into the dough of your thighs, shuffling himself even closer, his eyes glaze over.Â
Goosebumps pebble across your buzzing skin, your velvet walls fluttering around nothing as you lose the witty response you had saved on the tip of your tongue, managing just a quiet, âI thought you were supposed to show me somethinâ?âÂ
His lips twitch so close to where you need him most that you can almost feel the curve of them, your knees bending just a little more, urging him on by his shoulders.
âSo impatient,â he tsks, the vibrations of his words only making it worse, âMy girl needs me huh? She missed me as much as I missed her didnât she?â
âSteve - shut uhhhhohmygod!â
His mouth latches onto your cunt like heâs thirsty for everything youâre offering him, collecting your dripping honey thatâs sweet on his tongue. Running a broad stripe up your folds, his grip on your thighs tightens when you start to squirm, holding you in place, as he swirls messy circles on your bundle of nerves before sucking it hard enough for your head to fall back against the car. Your fingers bury themselves into the sweaty silk of his hair, pulling harshly at the roots, earning the kind of grunt that has you whimpering, dripping down the stubble on his chin as your hips buck up to meet him.
Letting you go with a loud pop, he huffs out a dark laugh at your whine, hardly giving you time to recover before pulling you even further down the hood of the car, till your ass hangs off the edge. The tip of his nose brushes against your sensitive clit while his tongue begins to tease your entrance that quivers just for him. The new angle has you practically sitting on his face, and before you have a chance to overthink it he slowly starts to work you open with his greedy mouth.
âHoly shit I -â Your eyelids droop, jaw going slack as he starts to move side to side, licking into you like youâre the sweetest prize. His nose adds just the right amount of pressure while he eats you up like a man starved, âYouâre gonna - fuck - Steve!â
His hands move from your thighs to the soft fat of your ass, encouraging your hips more, and if you werenât so far gone, youâd be scared youâre suffocating him. You dare to look down at the scene between your legs, and itâs almost enough to have you cumming all over his face. His pitch-black eyes gaze up at you enamored, completely lost and still hungry because after all these years itâs still not enough. He moans into your folds when you meet his half-lidded stare, the sensation vibrating in all the right places, making your legs shake.
The feeling of your walls pulsing tight around his tongue, knowing how close you are already has him twitching painfully hard in his coveralls. Itâs enough to ignore the discomfort of his knees, doubling down on the movements of his jaw. His name bounces off the metal and concrete, while the roll of your hips gets more and more aggressive because it feels like heâs eating you from the inside out, the tip of his tongue reaching the spot that makes you gasp.
âRight there, shit, right there, right there, Iâm gonna, oh my god Iâm gonna cum!â
Your scream is silent, body going rigid, giving into him already. The muscles in your legs tense, as your thighs squeeze tight around his head while your pussy tries to push him out but he only doubles down with a completely relentless tongue. He moans loud enough inside you to hear through the ringing in your ears, your fingers curling harshly in his thick locks, back hitting the metal of the hood again.
He ignores the first few pushes against his forehead when his kitten licks become too much before he finally listens. Sticky legs fall open releasing him from a trap he never asked to escape from, his shiny wet lips leaving kisses along your shaking thighs, tickling the supple skin with the stubble on his jaw. You feel his tongue dart out to collect everything he missed, earning the kind of sweet noises he canât wait to hear all summer long.Â
Steve stands up wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and you try to be mad at his smug grin but your body canât help its reaction to the way he struggles against his coveralls. The hard outline of dick reminds you of the stretch that you know will ruin you for anyone else, spent walls fluttering despite yourself.Â
âNow what was that you were saying a few minutes ago, pretty girl?â Leaning down, his palms find a new home on either side of your head.Â
The whites of his teeth shine at the eyeroll you find enough energy to give him, even with your legs wrapped around his waist. His nose nudges the tip of yours, the playful glint in his eyes changes into something lovesick and it brings the ache in your chest back because you know itâs going to hurt even worse walking away again.Â
âHey, whatâs going on up there?â He questions, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, eyebrows furrowing as he searches your face for answers.
You donât give him one, pushing aside the worry for when you lay awake in the middle of the night. Instead, you let your fingers wrap themselves in the cotton of his tank top, pulling him to your lips that silently beg him to help you forget. He meets you with an eager mouth, and a big hand that comes up to rest on your flushed cheek. The pad of his thumb traces the high bone while his tongue asks you for permission for more.Â
Your thighs lock tighter around his waist, granting him the access he wants, tasting yourself all over him. Shaking fingers find the zipper of his jumper, tugging down the metal, he helps your shimmy off his sleeves. The freckles that dot his shoulders like the night sky beg you to open your eyes as the top of his coveralls fall to his sides, the rock of his hips making you say his name like itâs the sweetest thing.Â
âWant you,â you whisper with a nip at his bottom lip, ankles crossing at the two dips you know are on his lower back.
âBaby,â He groans, dropping his head down, burying it in the crook of your neck as you roll your pussy over the length of him thatâs still covered by the navy blue material you canât seem to get off fast enough.
He lets you do it a few more times before his hands find both your wrists, pinning them above your head, he peppers kisses along your jaw, letting his fingers glide down the length of your body, making sure to catch his chain still hanging off your neck as he stands back up. You finally get a good look at him, and the sight is enough to know the memory of today will be etched into the corners of your mind, just like the rest of them.Â
Pink cheeks still kissed by the sun, and dark chestnut hair that matches his eyes twist at its golden ends in an even bigger mess now on the top of his head. The thick thatch of it on his chest curling from the sweat that drips down his neck, leaving translucent patches along the white cotton of his tank top, teasing even more of him to your starving gaze. His uniform hangs low on his hips, giving you a glimpse of the waistband of his boxer briefs, making you tug your bottom lip between your teeth. He grabs at the sides of your thighs, his handsome face going kind.
âYou came in here ready to tell me to fuck off,â he laughs softly, thumbs rubbing gentle circles, âI just need to know this is what you really want.â
His words tighten in your chest, forcing you to make a decision so that when you have no one else to blame but yourself when you lay awake in your apartment with a broken heart in the fall, you canât hate him anymore.Â
âI really want it.âÂ
The answer stumbles past your lips before you can think too hard about it, pulling the rest of your rucked up dress over your head, leaving you completely exposed for his heavy chocolate eyes to drink in. Despite the muggy heat of the garage, your nipples pebble under it, cheeks going hot because you always feel like the most beautiful girl in the world when Steve Harrington looks at you like this.Â
Itâs all the encouragement he needs to let you go and do the same with his tank top, tossing it to the side before shoving the rest of his uniform down the tops of his thighs. Thick, long and heavy, your eyes widen as his hard length springs free, smacking against the happy trail at the bottom of his stomach. The pink tip leaks for you, shining with precum, while his big hand wraps around it, tugging a few times and making you drip more on the hood.
âIâll go slow,â he coos, leaning down to capture your lips in something sweeter than the rest of them. âI know you can take it, honey.â
Nodding your head, you look up at him with glassy eyes, completely giving in, shutting off the part of your brain thatâs telling you that you know better. Spreading your legs wider, his eyebrows marry in the middle of his forehead, cursing under his breath at the sight of you like this. He silently thanks whatever gods or girl that got Eddie sick, because this moment shatters any fantasies that have consumed his late nights.Â
He runs the length of his cock through your slick, spreading you apart around him, earning the kind of mewl that makes him twitch in his hand. Your back arches off the corvette when he does it again only this time with added pressure to your clit. Locking your legs around his waist, you make sure he doesnât get away.Â
âSo fuckinâ beautiful baby, Jesus Christ, look at you.â Steve grunts, lining himself up with your entrance, pushing just the tip into the tightening silk of your walls before both his hands find their way back to your hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. âWanna make you feel so good. You gonna let me?â
âMmhmm,â you whimper a little high pitch and out of breath, letting go of all the control youâve hung onto for the last five years with a dirty roll of your hips that begs to suck him in.
âOh fuck, youâre still so - shit.â Steve practically whines, his jaw going hard with eyebrows that pinch together, trying to regain his composure from the way you pulse around him just nudging halfway in, the aftershocks of your first orgasm have you feeling every ridge of his cock, lighting your body up.
The stretch burns, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as flames lick deep in your gut from the feeling youâll never get enough of. His calloused fingers grab at your chin, demanding your attention. Your lashes tickle the tops of your cheeks as you force them back open, only to find his face is closer now, both his palms landing on either side of your head, black irisâs threatening to drown you, holding your gaze with the kind of intensity that makes your heart palpitate.
âI want to look at you.â He breathes against your lips as one swift thrust has you completely filled up.
âSteve!âÂ
Gasping into his mouth, it takes all of your strength to keep your eyes open, focusing on the imperfect circles of the chestnut freckles that explode across the bridge of his nose.
âYeah?â He smirks, pressing his forehead against yours, the rough hair on his chest tickling the softness of your breasts, nipples pebbling as your arms wrap around his neck.
âIt feels, you feel -â
A loud moan rumbles from the back of your throat when the tip of him hits the spot that makes your toes curl into the fat of his ass, pushing him even deeper, the ends of your nails dig pretty marks all over his shoulders.Â
âTell me, baby. Tell me how good it feels.â He grunts, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, the roll of his hips becoming a slow grind.Â
His pelvic bone hits your bundle of nerves just right while the tip of him bullies the spot that has your eyes threatening to close against his wishes, and it has you sounding like âSteveâ is the only word youâve ever known. Itâs a hazy mess inside your mind, especially when he looks at you like this. Itâs worse than before, and you donât know how youâre going to find your way back this time, something different inside of his gaze that you know is going to make it impossible.
âMissed you so much, so damn gorgeous angel, think about you all the time. All the fucking time.â Steve babbles, completely drunk off the way you flutter at his words, the angry facade youâve been putting on crumbling around him as your body lets the truth come out.
The confession makes your chest tighten with all the unresolved feelings youâve shoved down for so long, the ones you almost forgot were there until a few weeks ago. Fingers curling into the hair on the nape of his neck you lean up, capturing his lips to shut him up, rocking your hips to meet his thrust. He grunts into your mouth, cock twitching against your walls, eagerly licking into your mouth.Â
Itâs easier to get lost in him without the reminder of what used to be, teeth scraping together as the kiss gets messier. The metal of the car crunches and bends under your movements, but neither one of you can find it in you to care with noses pressing into each other's cheeks, tongues fighting for the kind of dominance your hips are at war about.
Steve is the one that breaks first, coming up for air, with eyes that seem even darker than before as he pushes himself up to stand. Big hands grab at your hips as a loose strand of hair falls across his forehead. Pulling halfway out, he takes a moment to admire the sheen you coat him, pink tongue darting out to lick his swollen lips before shoving himself all the way back in.
âOh my god!â You gasp, throwing your head back against the hood, your hands landing on top of his, fingernails digging into the tops of them.
âI wanna watch you cum again, can you do that for me, baby?â He tugs you closer, your body squeaking across the metal that tries to stick to your skin, the tip of him hitting that spot again.
Nodding your head, every hard thrust of his hips echoes through the garage, the car shaking underneath you as tires threaten to roll. He feels himself getting close, the pad of his thumb finding your clit to rub the kind of messy circles that have you saying his name just how he likes.Â
âCome on, let me see how pretty you can get, let me have it.â He coos, finding the perfect combination to make you come undone all over him.
Your walls clench hard enough to try and push him out but he just buries himself deeper, a loud groan rumbling from his chest watching the way your face contorts with pleasure. White dances behind your heavy lids that squeeze shut as your legs start to shake around his waist. You try to shove his hand away, but he refuses, remaining relentless, milking your second orgasm for everything it's worth, making you cum even harder.Â
âYeah, thatâs it, thatâs iiiiit, so fuckinâ good for me.â He praises, completely lost in the way your body responds to him and itâs enough to send him flying over the edge heâd been teetering on since had you against the garage door.
A string of curse words falls pretty from his lips, twitching hard inside you and with the last bit of strength you have, you squeeze him even tighter, relishing in the way his jaw goes slack because of it. The movements of his thumb finally end its assault so he can grab onto your sides with both hands, fingers digging bruises as one last hard thrust has his warmth filling you up.
The feeling of being so full sends your body buzzing, watching him fall apart on top of you with sweat dripping off the ends of his hair. His head drops between his shoulders, body shaking as his orgasm rakes through him. Red cheeks and skin so warm it rivals the sun, he lets himself collapse on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck totally spent, still chasing his high with a slow circle of his hips.
Your nose finds its way into his damp hair, inhaling deeply because it somehow smells even better than before. You wrap your arms around his shoulders even though you know you should leave and forget this ever happened, but it feels too good to have hands sliding up your curves as he starts to drip out of you and onto the car.Â
âGod, Eddieâs going to kill me.â He mumbles against your skin, making you squirm because it tickles, and you can feel him smile because of it.
âHowâs he gonna find out?â You giggle, the metal of the Corvette popping under your shifting weight.
âBaby.â Steve snorts, leaving a kiss on the curve of your jaw before pushing himself up on his elbows, the endearment falling too easily off his tongue in a casual way, reminding you very quickly of your reality.
Itâs harder to meet his eyes that search for yours, but you do anyway. Theyâre warm again, like a dark sand beach and it's hard not to want to lay out a towel and live inside them. Both of you wince as he pulls himself out, cursing under his breath at your walls staying greedy and trying to pull him back in.Â
He doesnât notice the shift in your demeanor pulling up his coveralls and tying the sleeves around his waist, or if he does he chooses to ignore it, grabbing your dress off the floor before offering you his hand. Thereâs less grease staining them now and you know it's because it's all over you, completely marked by him nearly head to toe whether you like it or not.Â
Sliding your hand in his, you duck your head down as you take it, legs wobbling when your feet hit the ground, not missing the smug grin that pushes up his cheeks clocking it. You go for your dress but Steve just tuts at you pulling it out of reach, ignoring your scoff he shakes it out before lifting it above your head signaling for you to put your arms up. Rolling your eyes with a smile you canât fight, you pretend not to feel the butterfly wings tickling your ribcage, turning around and doing as he asks, letting him drag the soft cotton down your body. Calloused fingertips tracing the goosebumps they create.
âLetâs go get cleaned up in the bathroom,â he hums softly, grabbing you by the hips, and pressing a kiss into the fresh bruise behind your ear.
You tell yourself youâll leave after this letting him guide you by the waist and a chin on your shoulder. You think it again when the small space of the bathroom is filled with giggles and bashful smiles as he sits you on the closed toilet seat, wetting paper towels that turn into mache in his hands. You scream at yourself to do it watching him try and fix his hair in the mirror after wiping you down the best he can, pressing kisses on both your kneecaps.Â
âIâve been using this new product, but nothing hits like Farrah. I canât believe they discontinued it. Dustin swears he can find me some, but who knows if you can even trust itâs the real deal, you know?â
Steve interrupts your inner turmoil with a face thatâs far too serious for the words that just left his mouth and the thoughts running through your head. Your mood shifts almost instantly with a laugh loud enough to turn his cheeks the color of your toes, giving you an exaggerated eye roll despite the twitch of his lips.
âI canât believe you still hang out with a middle schooler.â You tease, getting up on your feet, legs feeling a little less like jello but the reminder between your thighs only seems to intensify.
âI told you heâs like 19 - â
âWhatever you gotta tell yourself, Steve,â you grin, taking the break in the intensity of everything to try and work up the self-control to leave, wincing at the echoing clack of your flip flops that give you away instantly.
âWait, where are you going?â Steveâs brows furrow in confusion, turning around to face you, he tightens the sleeves wrapped around his waist, biceps flexing while all the playfulness drains from his eyes.
âI should go before Robin -â
âWhat? No, sheâll be fine, itâs like noon. Iâm sure sheâs not even awake yet.âÂ
âSteve.â
âHoney.â
The two of you face off in a silent challenge, stares unwavering, mimicking each other with arms crossover over your chests.Â
âDonât run again.â He pleads with a whisper thatâs barely audible against the beating of your heart in your ears, the room feeling smaller.
âIâm not running, Iâm walking.â You try to lighten the mood with a joke, the corners of your eyes stinging but you refuse to acknowledge why.
âIâm not letting you walk home.â
âItâs down the road-â
âI donât care! Youâre not walking. Let me close up and then Iâll at least drive you.âÂ
You donât argue with the hurt expression on his face, you canât.
Itâs somehow even hotter outside when the two of you sneak out the side door of the garage. A different kind of tension hangs thick in the air putting the humidity to shame, even with the sun shimmering from the highest point in the sky. His skin glows like liquid gold in its rays as he walks in front of you, your eyes following the movements of his freckled shoulders that flex with every swing on his arms. Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you hate the pit that settles deep in your gut because you donât want to say goodbye just yet. Another consequence of a choice you made rearing its ugly head.
You arenât expecting him to open the passenger door for you, the metal creaking loudly breaking a silence thatâs filled with a thousand unspoken words just hanging on the tip of both of your tongues waiting to fill up the space. His gaze meets yours from under the thick length of his lashes, the corners of his lips twisting at the way you get bashful from the gesture.
âThanks,â you whisper, catching a whiff of his cologne as you duck into the passenger seat thatâs starting to feel like yours again.
He just hums in response, shutting it quickly and trapping you inside a metal box filled with every smell that reminds you of him. It pulls at your heart, and intensifies the burn between your thighs. Your fingers come up to twist the metal that still dangles from your neck, and youâre not sure you can bring yourself to give it back after this. The already small space of the car shrinks even more when the driver side door opens and he slides in next to you with a huff, keys jingling loudly in his hand closing the door behind him.Â
His shoulders brush with yours shoving the keys in the ignition, the seat vibrating underneath you as the beemer quietly roars to life. He keeps his hand on the stick shift, sweat slick skin pressing into yours shifting the car into drive. The radio isnât as loud as you thought itâd be considering the way he was blasting it in the shop. Meatloafâs Iâd Do Anything For Love spills out of the speakers and you try not to laugh at the irony, scrambling to think of what to say to him as Robinâs apartment complex quickly comes into view.Â
But he never stops.
âSteve, what are you doing?â You sigh, crossing your arms across your chest watching the baby blue paneling of her apartments whiz past.Â
âThis is technically my lunch break, and Iâm hungry.â He shrugs, glancing at you with something mischievous in his eyes that you want to smack away because it makes your heart skip a beat, âYouâre telling me youâre not starving after that honey?â
Smacking your lips together, you roll your eyes as hard as you can, trying to hide the smile that pushes up your cheeks.Â
âWow, your confidence always just astounds me.â Shaking your head, your sarcastic laugh only makes him grin.
âI think you like it.âÂ
You canât bring yourself to deny it, fluttering your lashes at him with an attitude instead.
âBut if you really canât stand the thought of spending like another hour with me, Iâll turn around right now, honey.â You know he means it, feeling his foot slowly press on the brake in anticipation for your answer, âJust say the words.â
âSay it, say turn around Steve.â
âTake me somewhere with fries.â
When you left Robinâs house this morning, you didnât think watching Steve juggle two shakes and a large order of fries to the booth youâre sitting at with a heart so full it threatens to crack your chest, was where youâd end up at. His cheeks flush a deep shade red almost losing his footing, lovesick eyes too busy staring at you to watch where his boots land.Â
God, this was not a part of the plan.
âI got you strawberry,â his grin is proud, remembering your favorite from high school when he drops your cool treat in front of you, and instead of sliding into the seats across the table, he plops down into the spot right next to you, knees bumping underneath the wood.
âWhat if I wanted chocolate?â You tease, body turning into a lit match pressing into his side.
âThatâs what I got, and maybe, if you ask nicely,â he breathes, leaning in close enough for the tips of your noses to brush, âIâll share.â
You wonder if he can hear the way you swallow at his tone over that oldies station that plays in the Hawkins Diner.Â
âNo thanks, you can keep your cooties.â Sighing, you have to fight the twitch of your lips tearing your eyes away from him to focus on the fried potatoes in front of you.
âI think itâs a little late for that baby, Iâm afraid youâre completely covered in them.â He doesnât hesitate to press a sloppy kiss on your cheek that's loud enough to catch the attention of the girls thatâd been staring at him since the two of you walked in.
âSteve!â You try to scold, but the smile that spreads across your face gives you up, even if you wipe the kiss away with the back of your hand.
âWhat?â He smirks, grabbing a few fries and plopping them in his mouth and you try not to focus on the way his tongue darks out to collect the salt left over on his lips.
âI canât stand you.â
Itâs impossible to keep a straight face around him, even avoiding the playful gold that swirls in his gaze that hasnât stopped showering you with adoration.Â
âWhatever you have to tell yourself to sleep better at night.â He shrugs, taking a big swig of his shake, subtly scooting closer so your thighs touch.
The two of you eat in a peaceful silence for a few minutes, your head swimming with questions as your morning starts to really sink in. But your nerves make it impossible to focus on just one, especially every time you fingers brush, catching his small smirk from the corner of your eyes.
âSo tell me something,â you try, ignoring the slight shake in your voice, âHow did Steve Harrington, âking of Hawkinsâ, become a mechanic? I always thought youâd be in some big office with a suit working for your dad.âÂ
You notice the sour look that contorts the handsome features on his face at the former nickname again and you immediately feel bad for saying it. His thick eyebrows furrow, marrying in the middle as he tries to shake it off with a few harsh blinks grabbing another handful of fries.
âUmm, I did work for my dadâs firm for like six months actually.â He confesses, clearing his throat before tossing them into his mouth. âI think we hate each other even more now.â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to be rude that's not why I asked -â
âHoney, youâre fine.â He smiles warmly, a big palm finding the top of our thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it occupy the space permanently.Â
âTurns out Iâm a terrible office manager. Iâd get super overwhelmed, which made me disorganized and weâd lose clients making my dad pissed, then one day I just kinda snapped after he laid into me in his office. Had a panic attack and then never showed my face there again.â
âSteve-â
âI knew he was going to fire me anyway, itâs fineâ he laughs, running his free hand through his hair, the other sliding down your thigh so his thumb can rub circles into the soft skin next to your knee cap.
âSo I wallowed in self pity for a month before Eddie started needing help at the shop. At first it just gave me something to do, heâd teach me a few things and turns out, Iâm actually pretty good at it. It honestly feels really fucking freeing to stop being the person everyone expected me to be.â
He smiles with all his teeth, the kind of pride radiating off of him that makes the hard brick wall youâve built around yourself start to soften, cracks forming in its foundation.
âWell, it looks good on you Harrington.â You have to look away when you say it, the butterflies becoming unbearable, because you werenât supposed to feel like this. âI guess.â
He snorts at your stubbornness, bumping shoulders with you before snatching your strawberry shake earning the kind of glare that makes him realize heâs never going to get over you.Â
Steveâs one hour lunch turns into two, almost becoming three getting lost in the kind of conversation that barely scratches the surface of everything youâve missed. Itâs all hushed tones, sweet eyes, and linked fingers that threaten to make you fold again, with the only thing saving you is the reminder of the mess you made on top of his client's Corvette, and Steve reluctantly admitting he needed to leave so he didnât actually lose his job in the morning.Â
It didnât matter though, he got his date.Â
And when he pulls up to Robinâs he doesnât hesitate to steal your breath away, grabbing you by the chin, giving you the kind of kiss over the center console that leaves you dizzy, just like in high school. He doesnât ask for his chain back, and you donât offer it, bounding up the stairs to the apartment with it shimmering against your chest.
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I'm the whitest girl, but you better believe I can hit every single lyric of Lil Kim's 2003 banger Jump Off.
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Oh my goodness. A lil summer Steve for me??!?? A lil me-snack by the pool?? The boy ten seconds from coming in his trunks?! My favorite. What did I do to get so lucky!?!
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oh you sweet lovely angel, happy birthday week @palmtreesx3 - you've had your cake, now it's time for steve to eat toođ
warnings: minor mentions of body image concerns/letting them go, "public" smut (aka, you're outside by the pool, and maybe a neighbor *could* hear or see, but they won't), mentions of alcohol, steve telling you what to do you and both of you liking it, a praise kink sort of, and oral - steve performing
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Maybe itâs something only people in love can do, or perhaps only that sweet bubble of lust and love joining together to create this totally new feeling that allows it.Â
Maybe it was just something you and Steve could do.Â
Because, without opening your eyes, you can feel his eyes on you.Â
And theyâre making your body warmer than the rapidly fading sun has all day.Â
Theyâre on your ankle now, traveling up the curve of your calf, the bend of your knees and your lips twitch. You know if you turned your head and blinked open your eyes, youâd find him with just his eyes out of the clear water that mirrors the pink and tangerine in the sky above him.Â
You decide youâll let him have his moment.Â
Steveâs currently deciding he hates the color red.Â
He hates it on your toes, because itâs reminding him of you painting them earlier. A moment where your sunglasses were pushed onto the top of your head and your body was curled over itself, letting curves and rolls and things happen youâd normally try to cover just to reach them, your mouth forming the words of top forty after top forty song.
Happy. Content. Totally in love with the day. With him.Â
Which is what you told him from where you laid in a floating tube a few hours later as he handed you a can. Sweating droplets over red aluminum as your head fell backwards and your smile was more dazzling than the sun in the middle of the clear blue sky. Â
He had watched you a little greedily, swallowing when you did, wishing he was the red can you were drinking out of.Â
Youâd laughed, flicked water at him and said he needed the beer more than you. That he needed to cool off, reading him better than the actual book in your hand.Â
But how could he cool off when you were still wearing that?Â
Red little bows against your hips.Â
Red triangle of fabric rudely separating him from you.
Red that traveled up your shoulders and disappeared behind your neck resting on the towel beneath you.Â
Red that teasingly let the curve of each breast taunt him all fucking day.Â
Your hands twitched from where they laid flat against the pavement as the sound of water falling off of his body near the stairs alerted you Steve was finally getting out of the pool.Â
Steveâs watching your eyelids flutter, the way your knees tap together tighter as he slowly approaches you.Â
The air pulses with each step he gets closer, the cicadas buzz louder and despite the sunset taking away the heat, your body is on fire when Steve finally speaks with a tap to the top of your knees.Â
âOpen these up for me, honey.â
The words are a command, despite how softly theyâre spoken.Â
Your stomach fizzles and warms as you do as youâre told and a cold drop of chlorine scented water drips onto your stomach accompanied by praise.Â
âThatâs my girl,â his hands aid you, palming over the inside of your thighs as they drop open for him, âThere you go.âÂ
Steve clicks his tongue when you flinch at the second drop, a soft and teasing remorse in his tone as a large hand roams low again, circling your knee and back up.Â
âYou cold?â
A breath huffs out of your nose when your back arches as his fingers play with the bow at your hip.Â
Your eyes finally open, a dazzling sunset above the man grinning smugly at you as you shake your head and let out an even shakier, âNo.â
Water clings to his tan skin, a particular drop convincing you to never look away from his cupidâs bow ever again. Darker, chestnut hair falls over his forehead as he cocks his head to the side in a silent âThat so?â while one singular fingertip travels across the band of your suit.Â
His lips twitch as goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin.Â
He brushes over a fresh wave of them, just above the tie of the suit, with his thumb, and leans down, eyes remaining on yours as he blows a warm breath against the pebbled skin.Â
âSteve,â your hands lift with the plea, only for Steveâs much larger ones to wrap around your wrists.
âAh, ah, ah,â he shakes his head, the honey turning amber in his eyes as you freeze and blink up at him with a pout on your lips. Until he reminds you, warmly, softly, âJust painted your nails baby. Wouldnât wanna ruin âem, yeah?â
Your chest fucking aches as he gingerly lays them back down and reassures, âHow about you just lay there and look pretty?â
Itâs hard to breathe from the eye contact, from the way he takes the end of the red bow between his teeth and tugs.Â
Steveâs nose nudges your hip, it skates across the looser band of the suit, till heâs at the other side.Â
He doesnât undo that bow though, he just follows the suitâs seam lower, dropping with the crease where it meets your thigh.Â
You jolt, torso lifting and hands doing the same as his tongue licks you once and boldly through the red fabric.Â
Steve lifts too, quicker than you, reading you just as well, hands circling your forearms and giving you a look beneath raised eyebrows.Â
A silent question of if youâre going to behave lingers in the honey thatâs turned amber thatâs turned molten. You give a single nod, Steve drops your arms and his adams apple bobs as you slowly and patiently, let your hands drop back down to the towel.Â
Your clit fucking throbs, pulsing faster than your heart as you blink away spots that compete with the lazy clouds above you.Â
Steveâs lips press a kiss to your thigh and you squirm beneath him. The kiss lingers and his lips drag up to the wiggling and needy hips moving.Â
âSo,â he grumbles against the red fabric, nosing at the second tie, âImpatient.â
You whimper as the suit falls open, and Steve licks the path of it as he removes it, like heâs following the outline heâs been memorizing all day and determined to not actually ever put his mouth where you want it.Â
His thumbs spread you open though, and finally, his tongue lazily licks through you once.Â
Your fingers flex against the towel as your stomach burns, desperate to just grab his hair and pull him closer, but you know if you move one more time, he might never stop teasing you.Â
Except youâre so wrong, because while Steve does love teasing you, heâs about 2.7 seconds from coming in his swim trunks and itâs all the color redâs fault.Â
Which is what he sees as he looks up your stomach as his mouth makes contact with you again. Red fabric tightening over pebbling nipples as you arch higher and gasp out his name a little too filthy and a little too loud for a neighborhood, even if there are fences hiding the two of you.Â
But it only spurs him on more, fingers bruising into your waist as he picks up the pace, tongue traveling up you once, twice, three - fucking keep going Harrington you need her to cum -, his nose tapping at your clit each time and getting rewarded with a, âYe-yes. Steveohmygod.â
Your eyes blink rapidly, fingers scrunching into the towel and your thighs press against his ears as you gasp through his steady and brutal rhythm. A fluid and practiced drag of his tongue over and over and over again, until his lips are molded around your clit and you swear thereâs fireworks going off in the sky right now.Â
Steve squeezes his own eyes shut, because if he looks at the way your back arches higher or the way your lips look saying his name like that or the way your chest heaves with a new layer of glistening of sweat, he really will come and he canât, because heâs absolutely not done with you.Â
He blinks, mouth sucking slower, tongue lingering until he knows you canât take anymore. He pulls away and smiles as your bright red fingers cup your cheeks as you breathe deeply, in and out, through your nose.Â
Steve pretends heâs not just as worked up, carefully and slowly tying your suit closed again.Â
He kisses your stomach as you sit up and before your parting mouth can say anything, he nods towards the house.Â
âGo lay down on the bed.â
Steve bites his lower lip as the retreating view of your ass bouncing under the high cut of red disappears into the sliding door faster than heâs ever seen a person move.Â
He waits a solid ten seconds to calm down, grabs the bottle of polish you left behind and makes note of the name.Â
Heâs buying every bottle the store has tomorrow.Â
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Yooooo isn't this the gods honest truth
if god was real, iâd be in a hot bubble bath with my back pressed against Steveâs wet, hairy chest.
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I don't have anything else to say about him at this point.
*record scratch* holy f-
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THE SLIVER OF CHEST HAIR PEEKING OUT TOO.
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Many thoughts, mannnnny thoughts.
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I'd let that guy have it in a second. Why all the fuss? Don't deny the inevitable. Drop the act, girlie pop. Give that man what he wants! He looks like he's ready to DEVOUR you (and I bet he's gonna).
This specific one is giving me mechanic!Steve with that shit eating smirk.
YES! This is the guy who picked us up for the bonfire đ
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WHO GAVE HIM THE AUDACITY TO WEAR A CAP BACKWARDS AND NOT BE MY BOYFRIEND???????
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i think whatâs on a personâs nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand
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Never Say Never
Chapter 19
Pairing: SingleDad!StevexReader
Summary: You are a 32 year old single mother, raising your seven year old son on your own. After being widowed at 30 and going out on awful dates with disgusting men for the past month, you have decided that you're giving up. You already had your great love. One person can't possibly get lucky enough to have two in their lifetime. But then your son starts playing baseball and the coach might just change your mind about that.
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18+ only for eventual smut
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The peak of summer had hit. Humid days meant lots of time at the local pool and lake. You and Steve were enjoying every moment of the boys' break from school with them. Picnics in the woods, cookouts with friends, mini-golf, and trips to the zoo filled up your weekends. Evening bike rides had become part of your routine, often ending with ice cream cones or slushies from Scoops Ahoy. Nights spent chasing fireflies and roasting marshmallows over a fire. You and Steve had taken to enjoying evenings on the deck after the boys were in bed, glasses of wine in your hands.
Mid-July found everyone once again sitting around a large table at Sage and Salt, minus your parents, as you were all there for an entirely different reason this time.
âTo Mike!â everyone cheered loudly, glasses clinking in celebration all around the table.Â
Mikeâs cheeks blazed bright red, his lips disappearing in embarrassment at everyone making a fuss over him. Heâd told you last week that he finally got an offer for his book. The book heâd been working on for years was finally going to be published, he was getting a decent advance for a new author, had signed the contract just that afternoon, and everyone had insisted on going out to celebrate.Â
âThank you but this all feels a littleâŠpremature, doesnât it?â he asked. âI mean, yeah, I got an offer and signed a contract but we have no idea how the book is going to do. Getting published doesnât mean anything. Lots of people get published and their book just sits on a shelf collecting dust. It could still horribly flop.â
âIt will not,â insisted El, looping her arm through his, a proud smile on her face. âYou are going to do incredible. Michael Wheeler is going to be a household name.â
âYeah, man. You could be the next Stephen King,â Lucas said.Â
Dustin snorted, âNobodyâs the next Stephen King. Stephen King is the only Stephen King there is or ever will be. Besides, his books are in a totally different genre. You canât even compare the two.â
Max rolled her eyes, âJesus Christ, Dustin. Can you just say yeah and be happy for your friend?â
âI am happy for my friend but it would be more appropriate to compare him to Eddings or Brookes as his book would be of the fantasy genre and they are fantasy authors. Of course, those are big shoes to fill. If his books do even half as well as theirs I will be impressed.â
âOkay, we get it,â Steve sighed, shaking his head. âAnyway, this is a huge deal and I am sure your book is going to be great. Congratulations Mike.â
âThank you.â
âYes, weâre so proud of you,â Karen beamed, teary, reaching over the table to pinch his cheek as he grimaced and pulled back from his mom.
âItâs about time,â Tedd grumbled, taking a long drink of his beer. âOnly been working on the damn thing for five years, letting his wife pick up the slack.â Karen elbowed him and he looked over at her, completely unaware of how rude he was being.
âWell,â Joyce added, âI think itâs great. I canât wait to read it. I will be first in line to buy it the day it comes out.â
Mike smiled at her, âThanks.â He glanced around the table at all of his friends. âAnd thanks to all of you. If you wouldnât have pushed me so hard, Iâd probably still be editing it over and over again, too scared to ever actually put it out into the world.â
Nancy ruffled his hair, âNo problem, kid. We all knew you had it in you even if you didnât.â
âItâs an amazing story,â Will told them. âMike really did his research. Itâs well planned out, the plot is gripping, the characters are amazing, and the world building is on point.â
Dustinâs mouth dropped open, his fork hitting the plate with a clang, his eyebrows furrowing, âWait. Youâve read it?â
Will shrugged, âI mean, yeah. Mike wanted me to look it over to see what I thought. I actually helped him with some of the editing.â
âHow come he got to read it?â demanded Dustin, offended. âYou said we couldnât read it until it was published and perfect?â
âItâs Will,â Mike stated as if that should be enough explanation. âI trust Will to be honest with me.â
âWeâre honest,â Lucas scoffed.Â
Maxâs eyes rolled into her head, âBoys, boysâŠcalm down. You all will have a chance to read it in a few months when it comes out. No need to bicker over who got to read it first. Youâre all very important to Mike.â
âSpeaking of people who are about to be famous, you will never guess who I saw at the record store today,â Robin said, turning to Steve as the boys continued to banter back and forth, her hand reaching across the table to grab a roll from the basket sitting in front of Steve.
âWho?â he asked.
âEddie Munson.â
Steveâs eyes went wide, âFor real?ïżœïżœïżœÂ
Robin nodded with a grin like sheâd just spilled the juiciest news ever but being that you had no idea who she was talking about, you just munched on your bread. It didnât appear that June had any idea who it was either as her and you shared a look of confusion. Based on the look on Steveâs face, this was very big news indeed.
âBut I thought he took off,â Steve continued. âAfter senior yearâŠwell, his third try at senior year, anyway. He said he was getting out of this hellhole and never looking back.â
âHe did get out. Hasnât lived here for years but he came back to help Wayne pack up the trailer. Apparently, his band just got a record deal with this big label in L.A. He said theyâve been playing in clubs for years and were just thinking of packing it in and giving it up when this big record executive came to one of their shows. Anyway, they gave him this huge advance and he bought a house out there and Wayne is going to move in with him.â
âWell, Iâll be damned,â Steve remarked, his hand on your shoulder, thumb stroking the bare skin along the strap of your tank top. You had learned over the last few months that he was a very physical guy. Some part of him was almost always touching you and you werenât complaining about it. âGood for him. You know, the way this town treated him, I always hoped heâd do well and show them all.â
âWhoâs Eddie Munson?â June questioned just as you were about to ask it yourself.
âHeâs this guy we went to school with. Heâs Steveâs age but he had some struggles in school so he wound up graduating with my class. Honestly, I think he might have had ADD but of course they didnât really talk about that back then. Theyâve only really started talking about it in the last couple years. If you couldnât keep your ass in the chair and learn like everyone else then you were just out of luck. Most of the teachers wrote him off as a lost cause so he lived up to it. He was sent out of the classroom so many times for being obnoxious or causing a disruption. But he was crazy talented at the guitar and he always had a book he was reading. People called him dumb but I never thought he was. Annoying, absolutely, but not dumb. I think he just couldnât get it the way they were teaching it and no one took the time to figure out how to teach him.â
Steve shrugged, âHe had it hard here. The town treated him like trash because his dad was trash. His old man went to prison for selling hot car parts and his mom took off when he was just a toddler. He wound up living with his Uncle Wayne when he was in middle school. Wayne had a trailer in Forest Hills. So on top of being a felonâs kid, on top of having trouble at school, he also lived in a trailer. It was the trifecta of judgement for the people in this town. Everyone always said he was up to no good and he was going to turn out just like his father.â
âYou know,â Robin mused, tearing off little bits of her roll and stuffing them in her mouth, âone time some of the cheerleaders were being mean to me. Not that it wasnât something that happened all the time.â She snorted, rolling her eyes. âI was a band geek so the jocks and the popular kids loved to give us shit. Anyway, they took my trumpet and were playing keepaway. Eddie stepped right in and swiped it from them, depositing it in my hands with a flourish and a bow before strolling off down the hallway. I always kind of admired him. He never let those asshats get him down. He just was who he was and he didnât care what anyone thought of him.â
âI donât know,â countered Steve. âI think everyone cares what other people think of them. I just think some of us are better at pretending like we donât. I think that obnoxious, boisterous exterior was a shield he put up to protect himself once he realized he was never going to be accepted by this place. It was easier to pretend it didnât matter than to allow himself to be vulnerable to the mockery. Dustin sure loved the guy though.â
âLoved who?â asked Dustin, catching the sound of his name.
âEddie Munson,â Steve answered.
âHell yeah I did. All of us did.â He gestured down the table to the other boys. âHe was a Dungeons and Dragons Master. He was the head of our D&D club, Hellfire, and we all joined our freshman year of high school. Me, Lucas, Mike, and Will were never what youâd callâŠpopular. Lucas was a bit once he started playing basketball and helped them win the championship game. But Eddie, man, he just accepted us from the first day. He gave us a place to belong. We were happy to be one of his sheep.â
Steve snorted, âIt was like a damn cult. He referred to them as his sheep like he was a shepherd leading the flock. All four boys loved him but Dustin freaking worshiped the ground he walked on.â
âHe passed the reins onto Dustin when he finally graduated, appointing him Dungeon Master,â Robin said, pausing to thank the waitress as she brought their food. âBut he was heartbroken when he found out Eddie was going to completely skip town.â
âHe was my friend. Hell, he was more like a brother, and he was a hell of a Dungeon master. I tried to fill his shoes but nobody really could,â Dustin stated. âIâve been out there to visit him a few times, actually. Heâs in town right now. Did you know that?â
âThatâs what I was just telling him, doofus,â Robin said. Dustin stuck his tongue out at her and she laughed.
âAnd were you close to Eddie?â you asked Steve.
âMe? No. Not so much. Eddie and IâŠwe didnât have a lot in common. He was a metalhead who loved to play nerd games. I was an athlete who would rather do just about anything than Dungeons and Dragons. But I never had an issue with him like some people. I always thought he was a pretty good guy. Hendersonâs a good judge of character. If he says youâre solid, you probably are. My few interactions with him were alright.â
One of Robinâs eyebrows lifted, her elbow dropping to the table as she leaned forward, âOh please! You hated that Dustin and him were so close.â
âYeah he did! He didnât like that I had another older male friend. He wanted to be the only one.â
Steveâs lips came together, making a noise of disbelief, âOkay, one, gross. And please. Like I cared who you spent your time with. I was just relieved you werenât constantly following me around anymore.â
Robin turned to you, âDonât let him fool you. He was so jealous that Dustin was spending more time with Eddie. He got used to being the only one that the kid hero worshipped.â
âAww,â you teased, poking him in the side, giggling when he jumped. âYou didnât like having to share your little brother?â
His eyes narrowed, âPlease. Like I cared who Dustin Henderson hung out with.â
âOh, he did,â Dustin shot back. âHe can act like he didnât want me around but heâd be lying. Steve loves me.â
âOkay, anyway, onto another topic please,â Steve begged, popping a fry into his mouth as the other guys caught wind of the conversation and started asking Dustin about Eddie.Â
âAlright, how about we talk about how my amazing girlfriend had some brilliant ideas about how to get more business into the coffee shop?â June offered, her hand covering Robinâs. âI was telling her how weekday evenings can be pretty dead and I wasnât sure if I should start closing early and she had some amazing suggestions.â
âOh yeah?â You leaned forward, arms folded on top of the table. You smiled at how red Robinâs cheeks flared at Juneâs compliment. âWhat amazing suggestions did you have?â
Robin shook her head, fingers tearing little pieces of her napkin nervously. âIt wasnât really anything spectacularâŠâ
âYes it was!â June huffed, rolling her eyes. âSheâs just being modest. She mentioned starting a book club night. We could have specials to lure them in. I mean, what goes better with a conversation about a good book than a cup of coffee and yummy sweets?â
âOh, I think thatâs a fantastic idea!â you exclaimed, bringing your straw to your lips for a sip of Coke. âWe donât really have anywhere in town that does book clubs. I think youâd get a lot of people interested. You could even make a special dessert to go with the book theyâre reading.â
Juneâs eyes lit up. âI love that idea! Like I could make something with orange marmalade for Bridget Jones's Diary. We think that might be the first pick. I could even come up with some fun drinks to go with it. Maybe instead of coffee, have a fun tea beverage.â
âYes! Iâm totally in for the book club.â
âOh, did I hear you say youâre starting a book club at the cafe?â asked Nancy, making her way down the table to join them. âIâm in.â
âReally?â Robin asked. âI mean, you really think itâs a good idea?â
âI told you babe,â June sighed, âitâs an amazing idea. Weâre thinking about Tuesday nights. Weâll feature one book a month. Iâm partnering with Terry, who owns the bookstore. He said heâll make sure to order extra of whatever we pick so people can buy it directly from him instead of having to drive into the city to find it.â She shrugged. âI mean, itâs a win-win for both of us, you know?â
âI also mentioned a live music night and maybe a poetry night where people could come in and perform,â Robin added, posture straightening as her confidence built seeing that everyone thought it was a good idea. âThatâs why I was in the record store today. I was talking to Tom about the local bands he knew of. We want to get the word out but we need to know where to find the people to give the word.â
âYeah. But weâre thinking of waiting on the live music for a couple months. I want to make sure we have the book club thing down before I try adding in anything else. If that all goes well, then maybe in a couple more months we can phase in poetry night.â
âThe Hideout would probably be the best place to find bands,â Jonathan offered as he headed down to join them as well, his arm slipping around Nancyâs waist. âI mean, thatâs where Corroded Coffin always played.â
Robin nodded, âI know but we want to host a variety of music. I think The Hideout is pretty heavy stuff. Not that we donât want that too but it would be nice to do a variety to get more people in.â
Steve snorted, âYeah. Not everyone wants to listen to a bunch of screaming. Makes my ears want to bleed.â
âYou know, Matt works with a guy whoâs in a band. They play more acoustic stuff. I could talk to him and see if his friend would want to play at your shop,â you told them.Â
âThat would be great. Like I said, it wouldn't be for a couple months. Probably not until the end of summer but I wouldnât mind lining up some talent so we have a schedule and are ready to go when itâs time. Plus that would give us some time to figure out logistics.â
âIf youâre looking for something Monday through Friday, you could always eventually add a local artisan night too. People who make things could have small displays in your shop and in front of it. From my experience, people love that kind of stuff,â Nancy said. âThereâs just something so gratifying about finding that unique something special that you canât find anywhere else because itâs not mass marketed. You know?â
âThatâs not a bad idea, either,â June agreed. âAnd I love getting to support artists and small business owners. Especially given that I am one.â
âOh, I wanted to ask, would it be okay if Eli stayed over tonight?â asked Nancy, turning to you. âJere has been bugging me all day since we were all going to be here together. We rented Space Jam and he refuses to watch it without Eli.â
Steve glanced over at you, eyebrows wiggling suggestively at the thought of the two of you having a night alone. You werenât used to having Eli gone as much as he was these days. He usually wound up hanging out with one of the gang or having a sleepover at least once a week but youâd learned to appreciate any time you could have alone with Steve.
âYeah. Absolutely. Iâm sure heâd love that.â A soft smile lifted the corners of your mouth as you glanced down the table, watching as the boys took turns shooting straw wrappers at Dustin and Lucas, a skill that Hopper was apparently teaching them. The man was like an over-sized child sometimes.
âThanks. Weâll bring them both back around lunchtime tomorrow if thatâs good for you,â Jonathan said, him and Nancy sharing a smile. âGive you some morning time too, you know, if you need a little extra.â
A couple hours later found you strolling next to June as Steve and Robin argued ahead of you. Everyone had headed home and the four of you decided to walk off some of your food first. You were only able to catch a word here or there of Steve and Robinâs conversation and had no idea what they were arguing about. But considering it sounded playful, you weren't worried. If there was such a thing as platonic soulmates, those two were it. They bickered like siblings but their love for each other knew no bounds. That was obvious to anyone who witnessed their interactions for even a few minutes.Â
âSo, it seems pretty serious with you and Robin,â you observed, hooking your arm through Juneâs as you walked along the main street.Â
A smile like a crescent moon curved the raven-haired beautyâs lips, âIt is, I think. Iâve been crushing on her for months. I didnât think sheâd ever get the nerve to say anything. I mean, honestly, I wasnât even sure if she liked me for a while. The girl never made eye contact with me. I knew she was into girls but I just figured maybe I wasnât her type and she didn't want me to get the wrong impression or something.â
âOh, she liked you,â you laughed, pausing to look in the window of the general store. Eli had been begging you for the Batcave playset that had come out a couple weeks ago. With his birthday coming up next month, you were going to need to stop in and get it. If you waited too long, it might not be there and youâd never hear the end of it. âShe liked you a lot. I just think she was scared to say anything.â
âObviously. But sheâsâŠI mean, sheâs unlike anyone Iâve ever met. Sheâs so kind and thoughtful. I love the way she rambles when sheâs nervous. Itâs just the cutest thing Iâve ever seen. And those little frecklesâŠI just want to kiss each one.â She giggled. âI often do, actually. Itâs only been a few weeks but somehow I just know. I know this is going to be something amazing. I know itâs going to last, you know?â
You curved your lower lip in, nodding as your eyes instantly moved to Steve, âI do know.â
âYou sure seem to. You and Steve are the freaking cutest. Anyone watching you two can see itâs something special.â
It was special. It was everything. It was more than you could have ever imagined youâd get in life. After losing it all, youâd never expected to find something this magical again, someone this amazing. You knew exactly what June meant because you just knew. You knew that Steve was it for her. You knew six months from now, six years from now, sixty years from now, the universe willing, that he would still be by your side and you would still be just as deliriously happy.Â
Robin shoved Steve, his hand coming to her face and shoving her back, both of them laughing. You watched the exchange with amusement. You already loved both of them so much. They had seamlessly been sewn into the fabric that was your life. What girl not only got to have the perfect guy but also the amazing people who came along with him? Sometimes it felt like too much, like you couldnât possibly deserve this much.Â
âAre you two talking about us back there?â Robin questioned, walking backwards ahead of them.Â
âOnly good things,â June promised.
âMy girl's not complaining about how I donât hang up my towel after a shower?â Steve asked, spinning around to face them. âOr how I leave little hairs in her sink when I shave? Or how she trips over my shoes because I donât put them by the door where they belong?â
âI can accept all of those things if you can accept how I hog all the blankets at night,â you replied. âOr how I take showers so hot you feel like your skin is melting off. Or how I always take the last of the coffee and donât make another pot.â
Steve stopped walking, waiting until you were right in front of him. His arms wrapped around you, hand locking at the small of your back, a gentle kiss pressed against your lips. Those lips, so damn soft. The man always had a ChapStick in his pocket. You knew because youâd run it through the washing machine more than once.Â
âI can accept every single one of those as long as it means I get to have you,â he whispered, his lips pressing softly against your nose.Â
âDid we just watch them exchange vows?â teased June. âBecause those sure sounded like vows.â
âSeriously, when are you two just going to bite the bullet and move in together?â asked Robin.Â
Steveâs eyes went wide, zeroing in on you, examining you and you knew why. He was waiting. Waiting for you to sink into the dark abyss of an attack the way you had the last time moving in together had been brought up. You hated the way his body tensed, readying himself to try to pull you out of it. You hated that he assumed you would fall apart at the mention of the future with him.Â
Because you weren't. You weren't panicking. The two of you spent more nights together than not these days. You had toothbrushes at each otherâs places. You had a drawer with a spare change of clothes for those last minute decisions to stay over. He had a thermos in your cupboard for his coffee for work when he woke up at your place.Â
âRobin, weâve only been dating for a few months,â Steve urged, darting a warning glance at his friend. âWeâre taking things slow.â
Robin guffawed, her head thrown back with loud laughter, âMoving slowly? You sleep at each otherâs houses every single night.â
âNot every night,â Steve argued.
âPractically,â she stated. âYou already act like a married couple. Aly packs your lunches for work for crying out loud.â
You shrugged, âI mean, Iâm already packing Eliâs and mine so I justâŠâ
âI donât care that you pack his lunch. But if youâre packing lunches, taking turns picking up the kids from school, and sleeping next to each other every single night, whatâs the difference if you just go from two houses to one?â
âSheâs not wrong,â June agreed. âYouâre basically living together in two different spaces. Just sell one. Itâs definitely more economically logical. Youâd only have one house payment.â
âAnd if you sell one, youâd have a decent chunk of change. You could use it forâŠoh, I donât knowâŠa wedding?â Robinâs eyebrows wiggled tauntingly.Â
âWe havenâtâŠI meanâŠweâve talked but notâŠâ you stammered.Â
Steveâs hands found yours in an attempt to ground you. Oddly, you didnât need it. This talk about weddings and living together, talk that used to make your heart run a marathon, that used to suck the air right out of your lungs, wasnât doing anything. You just didnât know how to respond. After the hospital incident, you hadnât really discussed it anymore.
It wasnât like it wasnât there, a thought that kept jabbing at your brain every now and then. But youâd been happily just going along the way you were. If he had Jere, you would stay at his place so Jere could have his things. If he didnât, they stayed at your place. Miles had even gotten comfortable at both houses. The dog was at home at your place, leaving dark hairs everywhere that you could never seem to fully vacuum away. Somehow you always went to work covered in him but you didnât mind.
But did Steve want to take that step? Heâd told you that he hadnât meant it when he said he liked his space. But the man had been living on his own for a while. He didnât have to be attached to a child seven days a week. If you moved in together, he would have Eli around all the time. Maybe he wanted to be able to head back to his own place, his sanctuary of peace and solitude.Â
âOkay Robin. Your suggestions and opinions are duly noted,â Steve said, putting an end to the discussion. âThanks for the input.â
Robin shrugged, grinning, âJust wanted to get my two cents out there. Voice the idea into the world. Because we both know you two will never do it if left to your own devices.â
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Steve stroked your hair as you lay with your head on his chest, the two of you relaxed back on a blanket. A cool breeze tickled his skin, crickets creating a soundtrack for your evening as you enjoyed a moment of quiet together in his backyard. Stars twinkled like diamonds in the night sky, the half moon providing what little bit of light you had.Â
He felt completely at ease with you right here where you belonged, cocooned in his arms, your hearts beating rhythmically against one another, sharing each otherâs warmth to ward off the chill of the early summer evening.Â
Heâd been expecting you to go into a full blown anxiety attack earlier when Robin started talking about moving in together. Heâd expected another call to 911 when you'd mentioned marriage. But heâd never been so glad to be wrong. You had taken it in stride. You'd stammered a bit, looked a little nervous, but you hadnât lost control. It was a small step in the right direction.
Steve hadnât broached the subject of living together since that night when he almost ruined everything. You were spending most nights and mornings together as it was. It wasnât enough. He didnât think it would ever be enough but you seemed to be okay with it and so it was what he would make himself okay with for now. Heâd made a silent vow not to push you anymore and heâd stuck to it, waiting for you to let him know when you were ready for the next step.Â
Had he wondered if you never would be? Of course he had. With your past, your struggles with anxiety, it concerned him that this could be what your relationship looked like forever. You frozen in place, terrified to move even an inch in a forward direction. Him never saying anything for fear of pushing you away. The two of you at a standstill, your relationship never evolving, never changing past two people who dated and stayed over at each otherâs places.Â
Steve had thought you'd fallen asleep until you said softly, âMaybe Robin has a point.â
âHmm?â he questioned, pulling himself from his thoughts.Â
You lifted your head, placing both hands over his heart before resting your chin on the backs of them. You took his breath away. Every time you looked at him it was like he had forgotten just how beautiful you were and he was stunned all over again. Every damn time. His fingers slid a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
âI said maybe Robin has a point,â you repeated, turning your face into his touch, your lips pressing a kiss to the center of his palm.Â
Steve snorted, âRobinâs never right about anything.â At the look you gave him, he relented. âOkay. Fine. Yeah, she has some great ideas about Juneâs cafe. I think those things will really help bring in the business. Weâve yet to see but maybe she does have a point.â
âSteve, thatâs not what Iâm talking about.â
His heart stuttered in his chest. You couldnât be saying what he thought you were saying, right? No. That was just him getting his hopes up far too high. It had only been a little over a month since that night in the hospital. There was no way you were going from barely able to breathe at the idea to suddenly saying you should move in together.
He swallowed, trying to rein in the desire that was raging in him for you to open your mouth and say those words. Because if you didnât, the disappointment would come crashing down on him like an avalanche, his heart crushed under the weight of hundreds of tons of rock and rejection.Â
âSo, what are you talking about?â he asked, attempting to keep the hope he was feeling out of his voice.Â
Your head tilted, your mouth curving into a gentle smile, âI mean, we are practically living together as it is. Weâre just doing it in two different spaces. It does seem kind of silly, doesnât it?â
Steve swallowed hard, nodding, barely trusting himself to reply with more than that. He wanted to grab onto you, pull you into him, kiss you breathless, and beg you to move in together. To choose a place. He didnât care which. If you wanted to keep your place, that was fine with him. He just wanted you to be in his life, all of it, every day for forever.
âI understand if youâre not ready. I know youâve probably gotten used to having your own space. Iâm sure itâs nice to come home to a quiet house on the days when Jeremiah is with Nancy and Jonathan. So, Iâm not pressuring you or anything. Iâm just saying maybe itâs something to think about?â
He nodded. Emotion was clogging his throat. He knew he needed to say something. He needed to respond to you but he couldnât seem to get sound past the lump in his esophagus.Â
You blinked quickly, burying your head against his chest again as you muttered softly, âAnyway, just a thought. No big deal. I wasnât saying we have to do it now.â
Jesus Christ, he chastised himself. Open your mouth. Say something. His arms wound around you tighter. Those beautiful eyes, eyes he hoped he was lucky enough to look into for the rest of his life, opened wide. He traced the back of his hand over the soft skin of your cheek.Â
âMove in with me,â he urged. âOr Iâll move in with you. I donât care. But letâs move in together.â
Those perfectly pink lips arced up on both sides, âReally?â
âYes, really. Invade all of my space. I told you, I donât want space. I donât want quiet. I donât want alone. I just want you. You and Eli and Jeremiah. I want you to fill up all the space until thereâs none left.â
âAre you sure? Youâre not just saying that?â
âHoney, Iâve never been more sure of anything than I am of you,â he said. âI know I want you forever. I know youâre it for me. I donât need to wait and see. I donât need time to figure anything out. Iâve known from the moment I saw your face that you were going to be something special in my life. And you are. I want you and everything that comes with you.â He cradled your face in his palms. âI want this face to be the first thing and the last thing I see every day.â
Tears sparkled in your eyes under the light of the moon. âMe too. Maybe itâs quick but I donât care. I thought I needed to move slowly. I thought I would need time to know if this was right but I donât. I feel it, so deeply in my bones. Youâre right. This is right. I was worried about Eli but I donât have to be because I am certain. I love you and so does he. It wonât matter if we decide today or six months from now. I will be completely certain itâs you.â
âSo, your place or mine?â he asked.Â
âIâŠâ You paused, inhaling sharply.Â
âItâs okay if you want to keep your house, honey. My house is just a house. Your house holds a lot of memories for you. I know that. I truly donât care where I live as long as you and the boys are there.â
âNo. I meanâŠI donât think I want to keep the house. That house is full of memories but theyâre memories from a different life. I want to start fresh. I want to build new memories with you. I donât need the house to remember. Those memories will always be with me but Iâm tired of living with a ghost and thatâs what it feels like there. I mean, I should probably talk to Eli about it and see how he feels. But what would you think about buying a new house? Something we choose together? Something where we can create our own history and stories?â
âI think that sounds perfect.â
And it did. A whole new space where you could choose things together. You could slowly make it your own. A house that you would turn into a home by filling it with love and a shared history. A place where you could raise your boys together and then a space for just the two of you when the boys were grown and out creating their own futures. Four walls that would contain all the memories of your years, the happy and the sad, that you would look back on years down the road.Â
âI love you,â you whispered, beaming from ear to ear.Â
âI love you, too. God, I love you so much.â
You pushed yourself up, resting both knees on either side of his hips, straddling him under the stars in his backyard. Miles lifted his head from where he lay observing on the deck and Steve raised his hand, his command for stay. The dog released a heavy sigh but dropped his big head back down on his paws.Â
âYou are everything I never thought I could have.â Whispered words as your mouth, hot and sweet, covered his, your tongue teasing, flicking and brushing over his lips, teeth, and tongue. âYou are a damn dream, Steve Harrington and I hope I never wake up.â
Your words, transmitted on your breath from your mouth to his, traveled throughout, spreading, inhabiting every single space. His hands ran over your body, grabbing and squeezing, as he made a vow to himself to keep you feeling like that. To ensure you never woke up, never looked around and doubted your choice right here on this blanket, never was disappointed to find the dream wasnât your reality.Â
You ground your hips over him and hissed at the feel of rock hard denim pressing over your clit. One hand slid up your shirt, taking your breast in his palm, while the other slid underneath your skirt, grabbing a handful of your ass. You rocked harder against him, whimpering when he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth between kisses.Â
Steve sunk into your mouth, taking the kiss even deeper, his tongue exploring, gliding and dancing over yours. His hand on your ass grabbed onto the lacy fabric covering your hip, his fingers wrapping around it, wanting to tear it off of you and bury himself to the hilt right now.Â
âShould weâŠ?â you tried but gasped when he pinched your nipple, rolling the pert little bud between his thumb and forefinger. âShould we go inside?â
âNo, honeyâŠcanât waitâŠwanna fuck you right hereâŠunder the starsâŠâ he mumbled against your skin, sucking and nibbling a path up your neck to your chin. âWanna have you under meâŠtake you in the moonlightâŠâÂ
A squeak escaped you when his arms came around your waist, flipping you to your back beneath him. His fists came down on either side of your head, taking in the sight of your wide eyes, parted lips, flushed skin.Â
âFuck, youâre so damn beautiful,â he growled, his lips crashing down over yours again as your fingers dove into his hair, your legs locking around his waist as your heat sought out the friction of him again.Â
âBut neighbors,â you protested weakly when his fingers wrapped around the edge of your panties, yanking them down and away, tossing them carelessly somewhere in the yard. âWhat if someone sees?â
âNo oneâs gonna see,â he assured you, his lips traveling down your body, lifting your shirt to press open mouthed kisses over the soft skin of your stomach. âMaybe Miles, but he wonât tell anybody. Heâs good at keeping secrets.â
You giggled at that, the sound filling his ears, delighting his senses. It was one of his favorite sounds in the world, maybe his most favorite. It was a sound he wanted to cause you to make every single day but itâs not the sound he wanted right now.Â
Sliding down the blanket, he slipped his head under your skirt, taking your pussy in his mouth, and thatâs when he got the sound he wanted. You choked out his name when he sucked on your clit like a throat lozenge. You writhed, whimpered, when he licked you from top to bottom, swirling his tongue over you teasingly.Â
The taste of you made him feel drunk, his head fuzzy in that delicious way when the world just goes soft. He wrapped his arms around each of your thighs, holding you in place, as he feasted on you. Your back arched, fingers tangling in his hair, as he flicked his tongue over your clit.Â
âJesus, Steve,â you groaned, your hips rocking against his face, seeking sweet release.Â
Fuck, he would never get enough of you. Your taste. Your scent. Your sounds. The way you felt. He could spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs happily and it still wouldnât be enough.Â
You were panting softly above him, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your thighs trembled around his head and he knew you were close to coming undone. Steve wrapped his mouth around your clit and your entire body froze as you cried out his name loudly. He gently lapped at your sweet center, not stopping until he felt you relax beneath him.Â
âSteveâŠâ Your voice was raspy with lust, your fingers threading through his hair, leading him up your body. He stared down at you, the way your skin glistened under the faint light of the moon, your eyes heavy, your lips curled in a satisfied smile. âI think the neighbors might have heard me.â
He grinned, pressing his forehead to yours, âLet them. Then they all know youâre mine.â
âI am, you know? Yours. Just yours,â you whispered, bringing his mouth to yours again, kissing him deeply.Â
Those words did something to him, scratching an itch in his brain he hadnât even known was there before this woman came into his life. Steve worked at his belt, undoing his jeans and kicking them down his legs, needing to be inside of you.Â
Nestling himself between your legs, he took his cock in his hand, sliding the tip over your clit and through your folds, teasing. You moaned, low and deep, your eyes fluttering as he slipped just the tip in before bringing it back out to run through your slick tauntingly. Your feet slid over his calves, your hands slipping under his shirt, nails running over the skin of his back.Â
âSteveâŠstop teasingâŠâ you pleaded.Â
âLift up your shirt for me, honey,â Steve told her. âI want to see all of you while I fuck you.â
You obeyed, tugging your shirt up and over your head, leaving you lying beneath him in nothing but your little black skirt and a scrap of lacy pink fabric that was so sheer he could see your nipples, dark pink and hard. He couldnât take it anymore, his hand grabbing onto your hip as he thrust inside of you, burying himself in your heat.Â
âOh fuck, yesâŠSteveâŠâ you groaned, your nails digging into his flesh.Â
Jesus, you felt so damn good. He thrust again, sinking even deeper into you if that was possible, both of you moaning. Your legs locked around him, your bodies melding together until he could barely pull out. His hips rocked into you, small movements that kept him sheathed the whole time, his cock dragging over your walls.Â
âI love youâŠJesus Christ, honeyâŠI love youâŠso fucking goodâŠyou feel so fucking good,â he grunted, rutting against you, chasing his own high as he felt you already starting to tremble beneath him again.Â
âLoveâŠyouâŠâ you panted, fingers gripping his shoulders, your mouth catching his for a moment before you broke off, head dropping back. âDonât stopâŠplease donât stopâŠoh godâŠSteveâŠright thereâŠIâm gonnaâŠâ
His head fell back, riding it out as your pussy clenched down around him, clinging to him as you rode out the wave. He was almost hyperventilating as he thrust into you hard, fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips, his eyes squeezing shut as his own orgasm crashed down over him with force, spilling into you.Â
His cock throbbed within you as your pussy pulsed around him. He dropped down, his elbows on either side of your head, his hands cupping your cheeks. You looked like a fucking vision glowing and flushed in the subtle light of the moon above them. Your hand came to his cheek, smiling up at him, looking as satisfied as he does after heâs power washed every damn thing outside of his house.Â
âYouâre mine, huh? Just mine?â he teased with a smirk, thumb coasting over the curve of your cheekbone.Â
You turned into his touch, pulling the tip of his thumb between your lips, âFor as long as you want me to be.â
âCareful what you wish for, honey because thatâs a long time. Iâm thinking forever.â
âWorks for me,â you beamed, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, pulling his lips down to yours.Â
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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
Chapter thirteen âïž For a moment, I was heaven struck
Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of heartbreak and unrequited feelings, mentions of bad parenting, allusions to depression, lots of fluff -- and, angst at the end
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: Steve gives you a glimpse of a future you could have with him -- if only things were so simple.
Word count: 13.5k+
Author's note: I'm not really proud of this chapter, but I hope you guys are gonna love this ⥠@hellfire--cult thanks for helping me, lovelyyyy
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Sunlight peeks through the curtains of Steveâs bedroom, illuminating the room ever so slightly. The weight on his chest warms him up, the scent that lingers on your hair, and your body is his own, you used his shampoo and bodywash the night before. To know that you smell like him, causes something in his chest to stir.Â
As he opens his eyes, a smile appears on his face.Â
Your cheek is squished against his bare chest, your eyes shut tightly as youâre still sleeping deeply. Your arm is wrapped around his waist, your whole body covering his own like a blanket.Â
His own arms are wrapped around you, his left hand hidden underneath your â his shirt, fingers drumming against your soft skin. Â
Steve blinks his sleepiness away and he raises his hand up towards your hair, smoothing it out, he runs his fingers through it as he watches you.
This isnât anything new, you woke up beside him, on him, countless times before, and yet, it still feels so surreal sometimes.Â
You are still his Blondie.Â
He is still Steve.Â
And yet, something has changed, something has shifted.Â
A sigh falls from your lips, and you only snuggle deeper into his chest, scrunching up your nose a little, before your features relax again.Â
He brushes some of your hair out of your face, his fingertips graze your cheek and your temple. He begins to twirl your strand around his finger, still smiling as his eyes stay on you.Â
Memories from the night before start flashing in his mind, causing his smile to grow bigger as he thinks of how you kissed him, how you touched him, how you let him touch you, how you clung to his body.Â
You got out of his car on shaky feet, your knees nearly buckled when you tried to walk, so he rushed towards you and steadied you with hands on your waist, before he leaned down and hooked his arm around the back of your knees and threw you over his shoulder, you squealed at his actions and hugged his waist tightly, as though he would let you fall. He couldnât even help himself when he slapped your ass, the whimper that fell from your lips only made him feel more smug, just as the shakiness in your legs did.Â
You shared another first together, last night. And that feels special and⊠intimate. It isnât something that he wants you to do with someone else â he doesnât want to imagine you with anyone else, at all.Â
He only wants this, you finding pleasure in him and no one else.Â
He wants to feel special, he wants to feel needed, and so far, you have been good at making him feel such things.Â
And he tells himself that this is all it is â pleasure. That the gnawing feeling in his chest, the night before, wasnât jealousy. That it was only possessiveness that he had felt because he wants you all to himself.Â
But as he lies in his bed, with you in his arms, snuggled up against him, sleeping on top of him, the way a casual hookup shouldnât be, and he holds you tightly, even tighter than he held one girl before, his hand freezes in your hair and he stops twirling it, his heart jumps in his chest, and his eyes widen as the panic in him, rushes through him so quickly that it halts his breath in his throat.Â
And yet, the warmth in his chest feels so alarming, a flame that he thought had died, sparking â even if weakly.
No. No. No.Â
His mind chants the same word over and over again. But then you stir in your sleep, and he feels your bare legs on his, which are hidden beneath the blanket that covers you both. Your fingernails graze his skin, your lips touch his chest as you turn your head, and then, you lay your palm on the spot, right over his poor heart. An innocent move that makes the spark a tiniest bit brighter, stronger, and his heart beat faster.Â
âWell shitâ. Steve thinks.Â
He wants to groan, he wants to roll his eyes at himself and get angry at the weakness that lingers in him, but he canât, he canât even be mad at himself, not when he takes a deeper, longer look at you.Â
What would King Steve think of this?Â
His opinions donât matter, they havenât mattered once, since he let him die. But there was always a part of himself that he hated when he was still very much alive. He hated the thoughts in his head and how his own eyes strayed, even when he didnât want them to. How his mind took him to where he told himself he didnât want to be.Â
King Steve doesnât matter, his opinions donât matter â and yet, he canât help but wonder what his teenage self would think of him now if he saw you in his arms, like this, so closely, so intimately.Â
He wonât ever find out, but he feels⊠troubled.Â
âWhat time is it?â Your groggy voice pulls him out of his thoughts, and his eyes focus again as they meet your tired ones.Â
You prop yourself up on his chest, and cover your mouth with your hand as you turn away with a yawn.Â
Steveâs hand leaves your hair, and he runs it down your back instead as he watches you, the smile never fading. No makeup on your skin, your hair in its natural state, his shirt on your frame, and your features marked with tiredness. Youâre adorable like this.Â
You blink the sleep away, and rub your eyes as you take a look at the alarm on his nightstand. Itâs 10 am.Â
âGood morning, Blondie,â Steve whispers.Â
âMorning, Steve.âÂ
You roll off of him, much to his dismay. You stretch your arms out and try to do the same to your legs when the soreness hits you, and you register the strong ache between your thighs. A pained whimper falls from your lips and you scrunch your eyes shut again.Â
âOuch.âÂ
Steveâs eyes flash with concern as he pushes himself up, he eyes your body and watches the way you press your hand against your inner thigh, whimpering at the pain he caused, the night before.Â
âIâm going to kill you, Harrington.âÂ
Relief is quick to follow in his eyes, he relaxes as a smirk tugs at his lips.Â
âItâs a good kind of pain, right Blondie?âÂ
When you open your eyes, you meet his gaze with a glare, causing him to chuckle.Â
âShut up, I donât even know if I can stand,â you mumble as you press your palms against the mattress and sit up slowly.Â
Steve chuckles again, pride swelling inside of him, knowing that he was the cause of it. He gets up and walks around his room in nothing but boxers, opening one of his drawers to grab a shirt.Â
âIâll prepare a bath for you to soak in then,â he says, glancing at you, âitâll relax your muscles a little.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat as your eyes widen.Â
You sit up further, still holding onto the sheets as you watch him put a shirt on his body.Â
âYouâre preparing a bath for me?âÂ
âWould you prefer a wheelchair?â He laughs, not noticing the stunned look on your face, as you open and close your mouth a few times. âIâll be right back, Blondie,â he shoots you a smile before he opens the door, letting light seep into the room from the bright hallway, he takes another glance at you over his shoulder before he steps out and makes his way into the bathroom.Â
You listen to his movements, ears perking up at the sound of water flowing the bathtub, moments later.Â
He is really drawing you a bath.Â
He had never done anything like this before, the most you got was a change of clothes, him letting you use his shower and the spare toothbrush he had in his drawer, but never this.Â
This is him taking care of you and you canât stop the smile from appearing on your face. Your heart flutters at the normalcy of all of this, despite how abnormal it is. Â
Surely, this has nothing to do with feelings, but with him wanting to make it up to you for making your body ache â not that you are complaining, last night was one of the best ones that you had shared with each other.Â
Despite the soreness in your body, you canât help but feel heat pooling in your lower stomach, awakening the desire for him that always lingers.Â
You throw the blanket off yourself and scoot closer to the edge of the bed, furrowing your brows, you try not to groan at the pain in your legs when your feet hit the ground.Â
You have never experienced anything like this before.Â
You have never struggled to get up the next morning.Â
Your legs feel like jelly, and you canât even squeeze your thighs together, but you push through the soreness. Your knees nearly buckle when you take the first step.Â
âJesusâŠâ You murmur, shaking your head.Â
You never spent much time wondering what kind of lover Steve would be, until he started showing signs of interest towards you. It felt wrong to think of him in such ways when he so clearly hated you.Â
But if you had to guess, you wouldâve thought of him as someone sweet and caring, loving and gentle â and you are sure that he is, just not with you. And itâs okay, it really is. You like the way he touches you, you like how he marks you up, how he manhandles you, how rough and intense he can be. You wouldnât want it any other way.Â
And yet, you canât help but feel saddened to know that you will never experience another side of him â to know what itâs like to be loved by him.Â
You walk into the large bathroom, to find him testing the water with his hand. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon lingers in the air, the bathtub is filled up high, even with bubbles.Â
You lean against the doorframe and watch him for a moment, a teasing smile appearing on your face, âhuh, who wouldâve thought that Steve Harrington likes to take bubble baths â scented ones too.âÂ
Steve scoffs at your words in amusement.Â
He turns around to face you after closing the tap.Â
âItâs my momâs stuff, Blondie,â he chuckles as he takes in the sight of you. Letting his eyes roam your body, the marks on your neck, the shirt that belongs to him, the softness of your skin that he wants to feel on his lips again. The urge to take care of you, now growing stronger than ever.Â
You have stayed over countless times before, just as he did at your house.Â
But neither of you ever stayed for long enough, you woke up, you got dressed and the most you have provided for each other was a cup of coffee and small talk.Â
This is something new, a bubble bath â he had never done this for anyone before, despite how much he dreamed of having someone to take care of and spoil.Â
âCâmere, Blondie,â he murmurs as he walks towards you, reaching his hand out for your own, he pulls you into him and places his other hand on your waist, âI promise, this will make you feel better.âÂ
Your breath hitches in your throat, your heart yet skipping another beat â if only he knew that itâs always aching for him.Â
He takes your shirt off, exposing your bare body to him. The spot beneath his touch glowing with heat as he now holds your naked waist with both hands.Â
Steve licks his lips as he looks down at you, his eyes blinking as they flash with something other than lust. There is a softness in them that you havenât seen directed at you, ever before, and it makes your breathing stutter.Â
As the morning sun peeks through the blinds, the golden light kissing every inch of your exposed skin, he takes in the sight of how softly your hair lies on your shoulders, how flustered you look beneath his gaze, how puffy your lips are, how the marks on your neck are more than what you think they are.
His hands leave your waist, though they donât stray away from you just yet. The tips of his fingers graze your skin. Whether the goosebumps are his cause or the coldness of the bathroom, his lips twitch at that. You look at him with wide eyes and parted lips, he is aware of the fluttering in his chest when he locks eyes with you.Â
You caught him staring, but for some reason it doesnât make him want to step back or hide.Â
You are so devastatingly beautiful.
So beautiful that he canât help but want to keep staring.Â
He is stuck in a world between the heavens and the earth, a world where itâs only you and him, where nothing else matters but the string that ties him to you, the string that he always wanted to deny, no matter how abnormally strong it was.Â
And even now, he is still in denial, he still isnât there, but itâs slowly becoming harder to stay away from you in a much more intimate way.Â
âSteve,â you whisper, slowly pulling him back on solid ground.Â
He blinks, his eyelashes kissing his skin as he slowly awakens from his trance like state. The beating of his heart becomes stronger when he notices the softness in your eyes.Â
âYes?â He whispers, squeezing your elbow as he feels the urge to shower your body with nothing but kisses, your bare skin looking so delicate to him.Â
âI-Iâm cold.âÂ
âR-Right,â he murmurs, shaking his head.Â
Steve steps to the side, and his hands leave your body, but he offers his hand out for you as you step closer to the bathtub. You take it, grasping it tightly as you lift your leg, pushing through the soreness, you get inside and let the warmth embrace your aching body. You sink down into the water, sighing in contentment at the comforting feeling. You slowly let go of his hand, and bring it up to your hair.Â
âOh wait, you probably donât want to get it wet again,â Steve mumbles, as he looks around the room, knowing that you left your hair clip here after your shower last night. He finds it on the counter and reaches for it.Â
âOh yeah,â you nod, turning your head, you eye the claw clip in his hand and lift your hand up to take it from him, but Steve only shakes his head.Â
âLet me,â he whispers as he kneels down behind the bathtub, he gathers your hair and runs his fingers through it, making sure to get all of it, his fingertips touch your cheeks as he reaches for the front pieces as well, only for them to fall back in place.
You swallow harshly as your heart nearly leaps to your throat, his actions making the water feel ten times hotter, goosebumps growing on your skin even beneath it.
âAre you hungry?â He asks, his breath hitting your bare shoulder as he puts your hair up and secures it with the clip â effortlessly.Â
Youâre a little caught off guard by⊠well everything.Â
âI-IâŠâ You stutter, unable to form a word, let alone a sentence.Â
âIâll go make you something,â he announces, squeezing your shoulders as he gets up again. He looks down at you, lips curling into a smile. Youâre still sitting with your back straight, your body now hidden beneath the bubbles, the front pieces of your hair hanging loosely in front of your face, framing it perfectly. You are staring at him, eyes filled with surprise and nervousness. The latter emotion matches his own, he had never done these things for anyone before, not even Nancy.Â
She was his high school sweetheart, they were barely eighteen when they dated. She wasnât allowed to stay over, and the few times she sneaked out of her house to do so, she went back home early in the mornings so she wouldnât get caught, but he could count these few times on one hand.Â
He never prepared baths for her, he never did her hair, he never made her breakfast, he never touched and kissed her the way he did with you.Â
And despite the nervousness that is deep inside, he canât help but feel a little giddy too. Heat rushes to his cheeks the longer he stares at you.Â
âOkay,â you whisper, blushing as you look up at him with a shy smile, âthank you, Steve.â
He nods at you, his own cheeks glowing with color, âyouâre welcome, Blondie,â he winks at you, before he forces himself away from you. He turns around and walks out of the bathroom.
You stare at the door he just closed, your mouth ajar, your eyes wide.Â
Are you truly awake?Â
When he held you in his car last night, and he treated you so gently, you were already so caught off guard, but this, this is something else, this is something new, and you donât know what to think of it.Â
You donât want to get your hopes up, but you also donât want to ruin the moment by overthinking, and hurting your own feelings.Â
So despite the gnawing feeling in your chest, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, you relax your shoulders and lean back, trying to enjoy this moment without your doubts getting in the way.Â
You breathe in the sweet scent and sink deeper into the hot water, relaxing as best as you can as you let your mind rest. You let the minutes pass, and enjoy only this moment, not letting your negativenss take over.
Your teenage self would jump and scream in joy if she saw you now.
Not only does he somewhat like you now, he also does things only a boyfriend would and should do, and you canât help but love every second of it, even when the dark sadness tries to cast shadows over the golden lights that take over, every time you let yourself feel what you desire, deep down.Â
The water feels nice on your skin, and on your sore body, you almost donât want to get out, but after a while, your tiredness seeps back in, and you begrudgingly push yourself out of the water, you wrap a towel around your body, and dry yourself off. You drain the bathtub and slide open the window to let some fresh air in, the fog from the heat lingering in the room and on the large mirror.Â
When you step out into the hallway, your mouth waters and you instantly feel the hollowness in your stomach when the smell of waffles reaches you. You havenât eaten since your late lunch, the day before, and Steve had worn you out. You are starving.Â
You quickly make your way into his bedroom, surprised to see the bed already made.Â
He laid out some clothes for you, another one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers. A smile tugs at your lips, you hold the towel tightly against your chest as you make your way over to his bed. You remove the claw clip from your hair, and throw it on the mattress as you reach for his shirt.Â
It smells nice, clean, like fresh laundry detergent and still like him. Your heart always skips a beat when you wear something that belongs to him. Removing the towel, you put his shirt on and then his boxers, adjusting them a little so they fit you better. You walk over to his mirror, and take a look at yourself, a gasp nearly falling from your lips as you eye the marks on your neck, somehow they have gotten even darker. You will have trouble covering that up.Â
You fix your hair and smooth it out, before you leave the room and make your way towards the stairs. You truly underestimated the ache in your legs though, the moment you take the first step down, your knee nearly buckles, causing you to hold onto the railing a little tighter.Â
You donât know how you make it to the kitchen, but after walking down in slow motion, you step into the large room slowly.Â
Steve is standing with his back to you, a plate of waffles before him as he pours batter into the waffle maker. He changed into a pair of gray sweatpants.
Your stomach growls at the sight and the smell of your favorite breakfast food.Â
He turns around when he sees you from his peripheral vision, a chuckle falling from his lips when he notices the pained look on your face.Â
âI need a break of two days,â you grumble as you make your way over to the kitchen table, âIâm not even going to suck your dick, your hand will suffice.âÂ
Steve chuckles even louder than before, the smugness in his eyes fading away when he takes in the sight of his clothes on your body.Â
You groan loudly as you take a seat.Â
âTwo days?â He asks, tilting his head at you, âyouâre killing me here, Blondie.â
You raise your head and meet his gaze, glaring at him playfully, âmy pussy feels like itâs going to fall off, Harrington.âÂ
He looks down, hiding the smirk on his face, âshe had a good time.âÂ
You canât help but snort.Â
You crane your neck, looking at the plate before him, excitement flashes in your eyes, âI love waffles.â
âI know you do,â he says, smiling. âWhat do you want with them, berries and syrup?âÂ
You try to hide the blush that creeps up on your face, you try to swallow the feelings that take control of your body.Â
"Yes, please."
He nods at you, before he points at the coffee pot, âwant some?âÂ
âMhmm. Creamer and two sugarsââ
âI know how you like your coffee, Blondie.âÂ
He doesnât wait for your reaction, he turns his back to you, and he opens the cupboard, taking out the mug he for some reason always chooses for you, he places it on the counter and starts preparing your coffee.Â
You blink.Â
Straightening your back, you place your hands on the counter, fiddling with your fingers as you watch him.Â
He memorized how you like your coffee?Â
The fluttering in your chest starts driving you crazy, itâs nothing youâre not used to, but his kindness and the gentleness he treats you with this morning takes everything beyond what you had felt before.Â
A part of you wants to ask him if he hit his head, if he is mistaking you for someone else, or if the sex was so good that he somehow developed more than just lust for you.Â
But you donât want to ruin the moment and risk losing this.
If you were a different girl, you could have this every day.Â
But youâre you, and you only get this now, maybe itâs a one time thing, or maybe itâs something new in your ârelationshipâ, and if it is, you will cherish any moment he will give you, for as long as he is willing to have you.Â
Steve places the mug in front of you, blessing you with a sweet smile before he returns to finish the rest of the waffles as he pours the last of the batter into the maker.Â
âThanks,â you mumble, wrapping your hands around the warm mug, you raise it up to your lips and take a sip.Â
Steve grabs a plate and begins to fill it up with fruit he already washed and prepared. He places the fresh waffles on the plate and grabs the bottle of syrup, he makes his way over to you, and places the plate in front of you.Â
You put the mug down and raise your head to look at him, âthat looks so good,â you smile, pulling the plate closer and reaching for the fork.Â
Steve smiles back at you, his chest bubbling with something at the excitement in your features.Â
He places the syrup in front of you, and returns to the counter to fill up his own plate with berries and waffles. He grabs it and reaches for a jar in his cupboard before he makes his way back to you and joins you at the round table.Â
âThatâs all for you, Blondie.â He points at the stacked up waffles he left on the counter.Â
âAll for me?â You chuckle, before you take the first bite, eying the jar of nutella he placed on the table.Â
âGotta get the energy back in you,â he smirks, watching your reaction as you start chewing. He licks his lip, smiling when your eyes widen.Â
âOh my god, Steve.â You hold your hand in front of your mouth after swallowing the first bite, looking at him in awe.Â
âThatâs how you sounded last night,â he wiggles his eyebrows.Â
You shake your head as you look into his hazel eyes, smirking at him despite the flustered look on your face, âI think the waffles are better.âÂ
He raises his eyebrows at you, âoh?â
You nod, taking another bite.Â
He chuckles at you as he grabs the nutella, he opens the lid and picks up his butterknife. Scooping out some of the chocolate, he starts spreading it on his waffle.Â
âYou eat your waffles with nutella?âÂ
âYeah, it tastes amazing, Blondie.âÂ
âDoes it?â You ask, tilting your head as you pop a berry into your mouth, you watch him. His brows furrow in concentration and his tongue pokes out between his lips. His hair is messy, slightly wavy even. He looks so cute like this. âIâve never tried that before.â
He raises his head, looking at you in surprise, âyou havenât?âÂ
You shake your head, âno, I donât even remember the last time I had nutella, Eddie ate like the whole jar I had in my kitchen, he used it as a dip for his pretzels,â you chuckle, âand then he ate the rest with a spoon⊠I donât know how he didnât get sick.âÂ
âEddie could eat straight sugar, and he wouldnât get sick, donât know how heâs still healthy,â Steve chuckles as he cuts a piece of his waffle, he places a raspberry on top of it before he picks it up with a fork and surprises you yet again, when he offers you the bite, bringing the fork up to your mouth.Â
You nearly choke on the berry you just swallowed.Â
âTry it.âÂ
Blood rushes to your cheeks, and your heart nearly shoots out from its place.Â
He surely had never done anything like this before.Â
Ordering food and offering snacks after sex? Sure. Feeding you food from his plate? Never.Â
He looks at you expectedly, not even noticing just how flustered you are by such a small and simple action.Â
You blink, shaking off the nervousness that still lingers deep, you part your lips and lean closer to take the bite, you still look at his eyes and watch how he stares at your lips.Â
The sweetness of the waffle, the chocolate and the freshness of the berry, burst in your mouth, creating the perfect combination. Your eyes widen, and you sit back as you hold your hand in front of your mouth after releasing the fork from your lips. You moan at the taste and take your time savoring the flavors.
Steveâs lips curl into a smile, his soft eyes stare at you as he brings the fork back to his place, taking a bite of his food as well, he keeps his eyes locked on you, enjoying your presence more than ever, this morning.
Steve always eats his breakfast by himself, it has always been that way.Â
The few times his parents were home, they didnât even bother to have family breakfasts, or dinnerâs for that matter.Â
They would go out to have dinner at Enzoâs, and would leave a few dollar bills for him, so he could order takeout â as though he didnât learn to cook for himself as a teenage boy, but his parents never knew that, and they still donât. He hadnât seen them in a while, and the last phone call mustâve been months back.Â
But he likes this, he likes having you around, he likes sitting at the kitchen table with you, like itâs the most normal thing for the both of you.Â
âNot to feed your ego, but these waffles are better than the ones at the diner⊠or even the ones my sister makes.âÂ
He smiles at you, âreally?âÂ
âMhmm,â you nod as you take a sip of your coffee.Â
âI uh, I tried a few different recipes, took me some time to find the perfect one,â he says, his smile now turning into a shy one, âone time, El showed up, she was all upset about something Mike said or did, poor girl was crying her eyes out. I was confused why she came here out of all places and I honestly didnât know how to comfort a heartbroken teenage girl, but uh, all it took was some waffles to cheer her up,â he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck.Â
Your eyes soften, and your heart nearly bursts.Â
The teens have found a brother in him, and he takes care of them without hesitating to.Â
He is there for them when they need him, and despite the annoyance he feigns sometimes, he cares so much about them and would do anything to protect them from any kind of harm.Â
âThatâs so sweet,â you whisper, smiling softly.
Steve blushes at your words, his own lips pulling into a soft smile.Â
âYouâre such a mom,â you tease him, nudging your foot against his under the table.Â
âLast time I checked, I didnât have a vagina. I think you know that fact pretty well.â Â
You giggle, and look down at your plate again, picking up the fork, you continue to eat your waffle, unaware of the softness in his eyes.Â
Steveâs lip twitches, he tries not to look at you for too long, but it gets difficult to keep his eyes off of you, because something in his chest, something in the very sacred spot he had been trying to keep safe opens just the slightest bit, light and warmth seeps into it, filling it with life again, making it move in a pace he had grown unfamiliar to.Â
The sun shines brightly into the window, light rays hit your skin perfectly, making your skin glow and your hair shine, the color in your eyes shining even brighter.Â
You sit across from him comfortably, eating the breakfast he made for you, happily. You look content, you look happy to be here, you look like you belong here, with him.Â
This feels comforting, this feels normal.Â
But it isnât, this isnât normal, and he canât help but feel disappointed by the truth.Â
He looks down with a soft sigh, and continues eating too, trying to keep the negative thoughts and emotions at bay, not wanting anything to ruin the moment.Â
Steve keeps stealing glances at you, not noticing that you are doing the same, not feeling your eyes that always linger.Â
When youâre both done eating, you push yourself up from the chair, ignoring his confused looks, you gather the empty dishes and stack them up.
âWhoa, no no, put that down,â Steve shakes his head at you, he gets up as well, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor, âyouâre my guest, you donât have to clean.âÂ
âPfft.â You wave him off, carrying the plates over to the sink, you push through the soreness in your legs, âI want to help.âÂ
Steve sighs behind you, âI can do it myself, you should rest your legs.âÂ
âIïżœïżœïżœm fine, Steve.âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes, putting his hands on his hips as he watches you.Â
You get the sponge and dish soap, and Steve nearly starts laughing when you tilt your head away and handle the lever carefully, opening the water slowly, clearly not wanting a repeat of the last time you washed the dishes here.Â
âI fixed the lever, donât worry,â he chuckles.Â
âIf youâre lying to me and Iâm about to get wet again, Iâm gonna fight you.âÂ
Steve laughs, crossing his arms over his chest, âI got different methods of getting you wet now.âÂ
You look back at him over your shoulder, giving him a glare.Â
He continues laughing, tearing his eyes away from you, he starts cleaning up the table, a smile lingering on his lips.Â
Comfortable silence hangs over the room, as you both move around the kitchen and clean up together.Â
You savor every moment with him, not knowing that he is doing the same now too.Â
âI owe you breakfast,â you speak up, after a while.Â
Steve wipes down the counter, glancing at you with raised brows, âI wonât say no to that, but you donât owe me anything, I wanted to do this.âÂ
You press your lips together, leaning against the counter behind you, âyeah, but still.âÂ
He shakes his head with a smile, ânah, let me impress you with all my cooking skills first,â he smirks, making his way over to you, he throws the dish towel over his shoulder, âI can blow your mind with more than just sex.âÂ
You furrow your brows, laughing at his words.Â
âOh?â You tilt your head, âand whereâd you learn how to cook?âÂ
âMy grandpa taught me some Italian dishes when he was still alive. And uh, my parents were never home and I got sick of eating pizza and burgers all the time, so I got myself a cookbook and uh, turns out Iâm a pretty decent cook,â he chuckles, shrugging, âitâs the italian in me,â he jokes.Â
Your eyes widen and you stand up straighter as you walk towards him.Â
âYouâre italian?âÂ
He chuckles at the surprised look on your face.Â
âMy dadâs side of the family is,â he explains.Â
âHuh, thatâs where the charm comes from,â you joke, âcan you speak Italian?âÂ
âIâm sorry to disappoint, but the only thing Italian about me are my relatives,â he laughs.Â
âAnd your cooking skills,â you point out.Â
âAnd my cooking skills,â he smiles, nodding. âIâm gonna knock you off your feet, the next time you stay over, Iâll cook you the best pasta you ever had.âÂ
Excitement bubbles in your stomach and your eyes light up. You canât even push away the feelings inside of you.Â
âIâd like that,â you smile.Â
Steveâs eyes light up, his own smile growing.Â
âYeah?âÂ
You nod, swallowing the nervousness inside of you. You know that you shouldnât get too close, that there are things that you shouldnât do with him, knowing how itâll end for you, but you canât help it, youâre drawn to him, in every way and form.Â
âCool, I can finally cook for someone other than the teens then,â he chuckles, as he steps closer to you, his hands now inching closer to yours on the counter.Â
âWhat about your parents? Do you cook for them when theyâre home?â
Steve scoffs, and he rolls his eyes at the mention of them.Â
âNo, even when theyâre home, they arenât really⊠home. That one time I tried to cook dinner for them, they ended up leaving on me, gave me some weak apology and told me that they had made plans with friends already.â
Your smile falls at his words. Your eyes soften and the aching in your chest returns, not for yourself this time, but for him.Â
You canât imagine what itâs like to have parents that couldnât care less about you. You donât have yours anymore either, but only because they were taken from you, they always gave you love, they always cared for you. Steveâs parents are alive, and they want nothing to do with him, they donât even know half of the things heâs been through.Â
âI havenât seen them in a while, itâs nothing new, really. And things are different now, for me at least. But, I felt really alone in this house as a teen,â he explains, looking down. âSometimes⊠they were gone for so long, that I even forgot what their voices sound like.âÂ
You look into his eyes, into the sadness that lingers deep in his eyes.Â
âIâm sorry, Steve,â you whisper, wanting nothing more than to hug him, to hold him, to show him that there is someone who he means everything to. Your own sadness casts a shadow over you, but also the anger that you feel for the people who hurt him, that left him. How could they? How could they leave and abandon him? How could they not love him, when he is so easy to love?
You would give him everything if you could.Â
He scrunches his brows together, forcing a smile onto his lips as he shakes his head at you, âitâs okay,â he murmurs. âI-I accepted that they donât care about me. I just uh, my dadâs words still hurt sometimes but uh, Iâm pretty good at handling my emotions around him now,â he admits, feeling the weight on his shoulders falling off when he says these words out loud, âheâs good at making me feel like Iâm nothing though,â he chuckles even though there is nothing amusing about that.Â
Your blood boils in your veins, your heart no longer beats softly in your chest. You feel the anger rushing through you, as you stare at the man in front of you, a man who was once a boy, left behind to fend for himself, left behind in this huge house that provided no comfort when he needed it, no love, no warmth, no one to hug him and tell him just how loved he is, how strong and brave he is for going through darkness.Â
He stepped into an empty house after fighting against evil.Â
He stepped into an empty house after getting his heart broken.Â
He had no one to come home to.Â
He had no one to greet him with open arms and a warm meal, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen.Â
And when they were there for once, he probably thought that walking into an empty house wouldâve been better.Â
He is surprised to see the anger in your eyes, the downturned lips and the frown on your pretty face.Â
âItâs not okay,â you shake your head stubbornly, âthey shouldnât have left you, and they shouldnât have treated you like that, theyâ they donât deserve you,â you mumble and tilt your head down to hide the truth in your face, too scared that he will see right through you in this moment of weakness. âYour dad doesnât deserve you, none of the people who hurt you do.âÂ
Steveâs hazel eyes soften, his lips part, but no words come out.Â
He knows that your words are mainly about his family, but also about someone else who hurt him deeply, who left a huge wound in his heart, a mark that hasnât faded yet.Â
There is a sense of vulnerability behind your voice, something that he only heard once, when you opened up to him, that one night. He watches the way you hide your face by keeping your eyes on the ground, but even then, he can see just how angry you are, and it makes him furrow his brows in confusion.Â
Why would you be so upset by him getting hurt?Â
Why would you care so much when youâre nothing but friends now?
âYouâreââ you pause, as a shaky breath falls from your lips, and you slowly look up at him, staring into his soft eyes. You feel nervous to even utter the words that are about to come out of your mouth, but this doesnât have to give away anything, this is you being a caring friend. âYouâre too good for them, Steve, and you deserve so much better than what youâve been given.âÂ
His breath hitches in his throat, his eyes begin to burn as he takes in your words, he blinks and swallows harshly, trying to keep his calmness, when your eyes meet his again and he sees nothing but the truth in them. You werenât just saying this to make him feel better, you werenât trying to give him false comfort.Â
Now he is the one to hide his face from you, not wanting to show just how much you have touched his feelings. Your words cast a light over the deep lingering pain in his chest, he knows it wonât stay there forever, the light, but itâs enough to make his walls crumble.Â
In this very moment, Steveâs feelings go beyond desire, and he feels a longing of a different kind, one that he had never felt before, and it scares him, because itâs you, itâs still you. And yet, he canât help but want to let himself fall into your arms, feeling like it could be a place of comfort and more.Â
And he wants to, he really wants to, but he canât.Â
This isnât a part of the deal.Â
He canât hold you, he canât find comfort in your arms, this isnât what itâs supposed to be.Â
So, despite the longing in his chest, the deep feeling in him, the want and need to do something, he blinks out of his stupor, shaking away all the thoughts and feelings, he pulls his hand away from yours that he almost touched, he looks at you again, and gives you a small smile.Â
âThank you, Blondie,â he whispers, âI appreciate that.âÂ
I appreciate you.Â
âDonât need to thank me, Steve,â you whisper.
You look over his shoulder, the clock on his wall almost startling you when you read the time.Â
âOh wow, I uh, I should go home,â you mumble, not wanting to leave, but not wanting to stay longer and risking losing your dignity by revealing more than just your anger for the people who harmed his feelings.Â
You donât notice the way his shoulders slump, the way he almost looks sad at your words.Â
âYeah uh, Iâll drive you.âÂ
âItâs fine, I can walkââ
He snorts and tilts his head at you, eyes flashing with amusement again, âcan you?âÂ
A laugh falls from your lips, you step away from him, rolling your eyes as you shake your head.
âCome on,â he places his hand on your shoulder, and he leads you out into the hallway.Â
âAre you still hosting movie night?âÂ
âUh huh. So, I guess youâre staying another night here,â he winks at you, squeezing your arm.Â
âI told you, I need some time to recover.âÂ
âWe donât have to fuck, Blondie. You can let me eat your pussy though, itâll help her recover.âÂ
You scrunch your face up at his words, slapping his chest, you take a step away from him, âI never thought that youâd be such a perv.âÂ
He chuckles behind you.Â
You look around his hallway, tucking your hair behind your ears, you furrow your brows, âwait, I donât have shoes.âÂ
âYeah, we left them in the car last night,â Steve mumbles as he puts on his Nike's, âdonât think theyâd suit that outfit very well anyways,â he laughs, pointing at his clothes on your body.Â
You pout as you turn around to face him, looking down at yourself, âwow, this is the real walk of shame.âÂ
Steveâs eyes crinkle as he laughs again. He picks up his keys, and walks towards you, turning his back to you, he bends down, âhop on, princess.âÂ
You purse your lips and stare at him with widened eyes.Â
The nickname mightâve been a mocking one, and yet it did everything to make your cheeks heat up and your stomach to make summersaults.Â
âWell, come on,â Steve waves his hand at you, motioning for you to get on his back.Â
You swallow and step closer, you slowly bring your hands up to his shoulders, sliding your palms down his chest, you make a little jump and bite back the groan that threatens to fall from your lips, the soreness in your legs seemingly getting worse and worse.Â
Steve grabs your thighs and rises back to full height, his lips curl into a smile when you wrap your legs around his waist.Â
âGood?â He asks, squeezing your thigh.Â
âMhmm.âÂ
âGood,â he nods.Â
He opens the door, and steps out, keeping his left hand on your thigh, he reaches his right hand out to shut the door.Â
âI got it,â you mumble, reaching for the doorknob, you close it as you keep your hold on him.Â
The summer breeze feels welcoming on your skin, the smell of flowers and grass lingers in the air. You look up and find no cloud in the sky, only the blue and bright sun.
Goosebumps arise on his skin where your breath hits his neck, his stomach fluttering when you tighten your legs around him.Â
He almost doesnât want to let you go, but the journey to his car is a short one. He walks over to the drivers side first, unlocking it with his key before he makes his way over to the passenger side, he opens the door for you.Â
âCanât remember the last time I gave someone a piggyback ride,â he chuckles, âprobably when I was twelve, my little cousin would beg me for them.â
You giggle, squeezing his shoulder as he kneels down and steps closer to his car, so your feet wonât have to touch the rough ground.Â
âWell, Iâm glad to be the first after so long,â you chuckle, you let go of him and place your hand on the head rest.Â
âCareful with your head,â Steve says with a soft voice as he puts you down.Â
You pull your legs back and scoot back, placing your feet down into the car.Â
âOkay, Iâm good, thank you.âÂ
Steve turns to face you, âready to go?âÂ
You nod.Â
âAlright, Blondie,â he gives you a tight lipped smile and taps the roof of his car before he closes the door.Â
You reach for the seatbelt, buckling it in as you take a deep breath, though instead of exhaling again, you freeze and your eyes widen. The smell of sex still lingers deeply in the car.Â
Blood rushes to your cheeks, the anger you felt in the kitchen only moments ago, now fading and transforming into embarrassment as you grow flustered.Â
You turn around and take a look at the backseats, the mess that you both left behind, only making you blush even deeper.Â
Steve gets into the driver's seat, jingling with the keys, he puts them into the ignition and fastens his seatbelt, before he glances at you.Â
You play with your fingers, coughing awkwardly as you look at anything but him. You are blushing.Â
It doesnât take him long to realize why you are so flustered, and he canât help but smirk at you. He grabs the steering wheel, and leans closer to you.Â
âGetting shy on me now?âÂ
With narrowed eyes, you turn towards him as you cross your arms over your chest.Â
âCouldnât you have taken five minutes to clean up a bit?âÂ
His smirk only widens, eyes flashing with pride.Â
âYou needed a shower and a bed, priorities Blondie,â he shrugs.Â
âUh huhâŠâ You turn around again, daring to take another glance at the mess, âalso, my thong should be somewhere around here⊠You literally dragged me inside, full commando.â
âDonât worry, Iâll find your thong,â he chuckles, starting the car, he rolls down the window.Â
âYou better, Lego Head.â
You relax into the seat, and turn your head away from him, looking out the window, you appreciate the warm feeling of the sun on your skin, and the sound of music filling the space between you.Â
Hungry like the wolf starts playing, and you almost want to chuckle at the irony â the song resembles the part of Steve you met last night.Â
âAlways some Duran Duran song in your car.âÂ
Steve nods, placing his hand on the back of your headrest, he looks over his shoulder as he backs out of his driveway. He glances at you with a grin, âyep, theyâre great.âÂ
He gives you a wink as he turns up the volume, he grabs the gearstick, and starts driving down the road, puckering his lips slightly as he starts headbanging along to the music, not bothering to move the hair out of his face when it falls in front of his eyes.Â
You canât help but giggle when he starts singing along to the music.Â
Your heart flutters wildly, and you bite down on your lip as you watch him.Â
You realize something in this moment â his guard is down, right here, right now, he lets you have a glimpse of what he is like, when heâs relaxed, when heâs not hiding himself away from the world, when he isnât too ashamed to show this side of him. He is willing to show a part of himself to you â someone he couldnât even bare to be around, only months back.
And you cherish this moment, smiling brightly at the person you adore with all your heart.Â
You know that you will remember this, you just hope that it wonât be a painful memory.Â
You donât want to get out of the car when he parks it in front of your house, you would love to keep driving around town with him, even without talking, you just want to be near him, you want to be with him, any moment he gives you with him.Â
But you have to go, and knowing that you will see him again later, brings you peace.Â
You see the way he looks at your lips when you say goodbye, you see the way his eyes flash with something your mind cannot comprehend yet, you see the way he lifts his hand up before he hesitates and wraps it around the steering wheel again. You see it all, and yet, you are still so blind about it.
He offers you another piggyback ride to your house, but you decline with a smile and give him one last goodbye before you get out of his car, and your bare feet touch the cobblestone. You bite back the groan, ignoring the pain in your legs, you shut the door and start walking, not feeling, not seeing his amused eyes as they follow your limping legs.Â
You make your way up to your porch, and unlock the door. You step inside and turn around.Â
Steveâs car is still parked in your driveway, his left arm hanging out of the window, he lifts his hand up, waving at you.Â
A smile tugs at your lips, he waited for you to get inside. You lift your hand up as well, waving back.Â
The moment he starts backing out of your driveway, you close the door and lean your back against it, not noticing the breath you are holding.Â
You press your palm against your racing heart, and let all your emotions run through you, as your mind races with thoughts about everything that happened this morning and the night before.Â
Youâre caught in a storm of your own feelings, you donât even know what to feel, at this very moment.Â
There are so many things to process.Â
Steveâs jealousy and how he reacted to Jacob.Â
The possessiveness he had felt over you, and how eager he was to prove to you that he is the only one that you need.Â
The gentleness that followed after, that followed into this morning, even.Â
He trusted you enough to talk about his parents, to open up about his loneliness and the sadness that still lingers.Â
You bury your face in your hands, and let out a loud sigh as you feel sadness and anger combining themselves inside of you.Â
You throw your head back against the door, and you take another deep breath.Â
You need to rest, not only your mind, but also your aching body, so you push yourself away from the door, and take a look at the stairs, frowning at the many steps you would have to take to get to your bedroom.Â
You choose the closer room, and make your way into the living room instead.Â
The big couch looks welcoming, the comforting pillows luring you in for a nap. You glance at the clock on the wall, itâs only 3pm, you still have time before you need to start getting ready.Â
Grabbing the remote, you turn on the TV, and plop down on the couch, sinking into the pillows and hoping for your mind to give you some rest, at least until you see him again.Â
You put on some show to watch, but your eyes donât stay focused for long, sleep begins to lull you in, putting both your mind and body at rest as your eyes slowly close.Â
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You end up running late, because of your stupid decision not to set an alarm â and because you may or may not have used your sweet time getting ready, always wanting to look perfect for him, always wanting to smell good and your skin to be smooth.Â
You also needed some time to figure out how to cover the marks up on your neck, which turned out to be a challenge. Foundation and concealer lies on your skin now, and yet you can still see through it.Â
Steve greets you with a smug smile and a wink, he eyes you up and down hungrily before he lets you in, not even questioning why youâre an hour late, the tiredness in your eyes is a dead giveaway.Â
The smell of smoke lingers in his house, the door to his backyard is wide open, and you find Eddie standing behind Steveâs grill, talking to Jonathan and Nancy.
You hear Robinâs and Argyleâs voices coming from the kitchen, but the sight of the teens is missing.Â
âWhat happened to movie night?â You ask, and turn to face him, âand where are the teens?âÂ
âThey canceled on us,â Steve chuckles, looking around the empty hallway, before he steps closer to you, âsome movie came out that they really wanted to see.âÂ
âOhââ
Steve wraps his arm around your waist, surprising you by pulling you into his chest, he slides his palm down your lower back.Â
Your eyes widen a little as you look into his, the smell of his cologne lingering on him and his clothes, his hair is perfectly styled again â perfect to be ruined by your hands.Â
âSteve,â you whisper as your cheeks heat up.Â
âAre you feeling okay, Blondie?â He asks, hand coming to a rest over the pockets on your jean shorts.Â
No, no you donât feel okay when he does things like this.Â
âMhmm,â you nod.Â
The look in his eyes is a smug one, his lips are curled into a satisfied smirk when he takes a look at your neck â his touches and glances are already setting your skin on fire, and you have only arrived.Â
His hand leaves your body, and he steps away from you when the sound of footsteps near the hallway.Â
You clear your throat, and turn your face away from him, just as Robin comes out of the kitchen, plates and glasses. Her eyes light up at the sight of you. Â
âOh, hey!â She grins at you, âare you feeling better today?âÂ
You nod, feeling bad about lying to your friends â but when have you ever been honest?Â
âMuch better.âÂ
âGood, Iâm glad,â she nods, âwe decided to do a barbecue instead of movie night, so I hope youâre hungry.âÂ
âVery, I havenât eaten since breakfast.âÂ
Steve smiles beside you â something that Robin doesnât notice, despite the very deep curiosity that still lingers inside of her when it comes to Steveâs secret.Â
âCome on, we set everything up already,â Steve says with a soft voice as he gestures to the backyard.Â
âYeah, Argyle is attempting to make cocktails.â
You give them both an apologetic smile, âIâm sorry I didnât help, I passed out on the couch earlier and forgot to set an alarm.âÂ
âNah, itâs fine, Blondie. You needed your rest,â Steve mumbles, giving you a sly smirk that he hides from his best friend.Â
âYeah, and we had enough hands to help out!â Robin smiles, âit was spontaneous anyways!âÂ
She is so unaware of the meaning behind Steveâs words, and you are glad that she is.Â
âIâll make sure to make it up with some dessert next time,â you chuckle.Â
You all step out into his backyard, the evening sun is hidden behind all the trees surrounding his backyard. The round table is almost fully set up with food, the mouth watering smell of barbecue makes your stomach growl.Â
Robin places the drinks on the table.
Steve taps your shoulder, and he leans closer to you, âtake a seat, your legs are still shaky,â he teases, giving you a wink before he steps away from you, âIâm gonna get the drinks, Iâll be right back.âÂ
You breathe in shakily.Â
You already know that Steve will tease the life out of you tonight.
And you donât know if you have the strength to tease him back at all.Â
âOh hello there, sweetheart.â Eddie grins at you, making his way over as he carries the tray of grilled meat, he walks past you and places it on the table, before he turns back to you.Â
âHey, Eddie,â you smile as you eye his hair, he put it up today.Â
âHow are you?â He asks, tilting his head.Â
You donât know what it is, but something about his smile and the look on his face, is almost a little unsettling.Â
âIâm uh⊠Iâm good, how are you?âÂ
âMhmm, Iâm good too. You know, I was kinda worried about you, last night. You just disappeared.âÂ
Guilt settles into the pit of your stomach, and you break eye contact, hating that you have to lie to your best friend just to keep him.Â
âYeah uh, Iâm sorry,â you mumble, scrunching your nose, âI-I was feeling sick, Steve drove me home.âÂ
Eddie raises his eyebrows, âah Steve, huh?âÂ
You swallow, the nervousness inside of you growing.Â
âYeah,â you nod, and look back at him.Â
A knowing look resides in his dark eyes, he squints them a little, like he always does when he tries to look into your mind.Â
And there is something else, something that makes you feel exposed and vulnerable, you donât know what it is, but it does nothing to ease the nervousness inside of you.Â
Maybe youâre looking too deeply into something that isnât even there.Â
Maybe you just try to focus on something other than your troubled feelings.Â
Or maybe, youâre just overthinking because you are so scared of getting caught, knowing that things will end, the moment everything is out in the open.Â
But, Eddie eases your mind a little, when the playfulness returns in his eyes, âI just donât want Steve to steal my best friend.âÂ
You nearly breathe out a sigh of relief, you laugh and shake your head, âdonât worry, Lego headâs got nothing on you.â
âExactly, weâre best friends forever,â he grins, throwing his arm around you, âwe should get matching bracelets.âÂ
You snort.Â
âSo everyone knows that I got the coolest best friend.âÂ
âSure, Eddie,â you chuckle, patting his back as he leads you to the table, and you both join Robin, taking the seats beside her.Â
Sheâs holding a bottle of ketchup, a concentrated look resting in her eyes as she reads through the ingredient list.Â
âWow, do you guys wanna know whatâs in this?â She asks, looking between you and Eddie.Â
He furrows his brows, and scratches the back of his neck, âuh, not really,â he mumbles, giving her a weird look, before he glances at you, causing you to chuckle again.
Nancy and Jonathan greet you, she gives you a kind smile, while Jonathan gives you a lazy one and a very slurred âhelloâ.Â
Your eyes follow Steveâs, once he and Argyle step out of the house, and join you all at the table.Â
Steve takes the seat next to Eddie, and you canât help but turn your head to look at him, though your eyes get stuck on something else â the bright pink scrunchie that holds Eddieâs curls together. It looks like one of yours, one that has gone missing, only days after you bought it on your first shopping trip with Nancy.Â
She has the same one, only a different color, but hers is in her hair, and yours is⊠in Eddieâs hair.Â
âYou stole my scrunchie!â You gasp, frowning at Eddie, whoâs in the middle of filling his plate with food.Â
He glances at you with an amused look in his eyes.Â
âOops,â he shrugs, grinning.Â
âYou thief!âÂ
âWell, you have my bandana! I get to have something of yours!âÂ
âMy pink polka dot scrunchie? Thatâs what you chose!?âÂ
He chuckles and nods, âyes, and it gives an edge to my outfit, donât you think?âÂ
Your lips curl into a smile, you roll your eyes at your best friend.Â
âUh oh, first fight between the best friends!â Argyle jokes, âgotta bring out the palmtree delight, my friends!â He picks out a joint from his pocket.Â
Steve laughs at Argyle, and at your interaction with Eddie. He leans back to look at the pink scrunchie in his hair, furrowing his brows, he shrugs at him, âI think it suits you.â
âThanks Harrington, Iâm glad that one of my friends thinks so.âÂ
Robin clears her throat, tilting her head at him, âEddie, itâsâ itâs pink and wellââ
Eddie presses his palm against his chest, glancing at her with offense on his face, âare you telling me that I canât wear pink, Buckley?â He gasps, closing his eyes, âthat is absolute discrimination.âÂ
You laugh at his dramatic words, you lean closer to him and place your hand on his shoulder, âitâs okay, Eddie. You can keep it.âÂ
He drops his act, and opens his eyes again, giving you a smile, âwell thanks, sweetheart, I promise, I wonât leave it laying around somewhere.â He winks at you, and glances at Steve, for a very brief moment.Â
The night goes on, the way it normally does, you fall into conversations, you eat and drink, you laugh and share stories.Â
The longing feeling in your chest always stays, and your eyes keep moving back to him, it isnât anything you arenât used to, and sometimes itâs even a pleasant feeling when you find him looking back at you.Â
But you also cherish these moments, spending time with people you can now call friends. A circle you never thought, would even be possible for you to have.Â
The Upside Down is now in the past, the events from the horrific night, now long gone â and yet, you all still stick to the weekly group hangouts.Â
It has become something very important to all of you â this friend group has become something so special. And you love it, but it scares you, it scares you so very deeply, because of the someone that holds your heart in the palm of his hand.Â
You know that you will lose them, that you will lose this, that you wonât have this group of friends forever, no matter how much you would like it to stay a part of your life.Â
The moment this thing between you and Steve will be over, you wonât only lose him, you will also lose them, and that realization feels like a punch to your gut.Â
You have no family, youâve been alone for years now, and it has been the worst years of your life, you were lonely and hurting deep inside, but the past few weeks, have been one of the best ones, you have never felt more alive, more happy, despite the sadness that always looms over your heart.Â
But the happiness isnât here to stay, itâs only temporary, itâs only here for the moment, itâs only here for as long as he is willing to keep you.Â
The moment he closes the door, you will be left a worse mess than ever before.Â
-
Eddie watches you.Â
Eddie watches as you move around Steveâs kitchen as though itâs your own, cleaning plates and putting them away, while Steve is wiping down the table outside.Â
Everyone has left, everyone except for you and him.Â
He is sipping on his coke, his eyes not straying away from you as he watches curiously.Â
Steve walks back inside, he shuts the sliding door and turns off the lights in the backyard, before he joins you both in the kitchen. He glances at him as he brushes past him, carrying the last two glasses, he places his hand on your shoulder as he puts them into the skin.Â
âEddie, you uh, you donât have to stay back and clean,â Steve mumbles, turning back to him.Â
Eddie chuckles.Â
âClean? Just want to stay a bit longer with my friends,â he shrugs, looking back at you, âwith my best friend in particular.âÂ
He sees the way you freeze, the way you slowly turn back to him with a frown on your face.Â
âWhat?â
He puts down his drink, and gets up from the barstool.Â
Without a single word, he motions for you both to follow him, unable to keep things to himself any longer.Â
You both hesitate, but follow him, after a moment, giving each other confused looks when he leads you upstairs and into Steveâs bedroom.Â
He stops in the middle of the dark room, Steve switches the light on, and he shakes his head at the metalhead, pure confusion takes over his face when Eddie smiles smugly at the both of you.Â
âSee⊠I lied a little bit before,â he starts, taking a deep breath, âI didnât steal your scrunchie.âÂ
Eddie almost wants to laugh at the comical frown on your face, and how you throw your hand up to point at his hair, while Steve looks at you.
âWhat the fuck do you mean!? Itâs in your hair, Eddie!â
He nods, scoffing slightly as he starts to take it out, letting his hair fall loose around his face, âwell you see, I didnât steal it, rather, I found it. Rightââ He pauses as he walks over further into Steveâs room, turning away from the both of you, he slams the scrunchie on the dresser and turns back, the smile now missing, â--Here.â
You freeze, completely.Â
You donât even feel the fear rushing through you, or the shock that grips at your body, you stare at Eddie dumbfounded.Â
The feelings inside of you earlier, werenât for nothing, after all.Â
He knows.Â
He knows everything.Â
He found out about you both, he found out because you werenât careful, because you were dumb, because you made a stupid mistake.Â
Steve blinks.Â
Blood rushes to his cheeks and raises his hands up at Eddie, shaking his head, âokay listen, this isnâtââ
Eddie raises his eyebrows at him, and somehow thatâs enough to make Steve shut up â for a second.Â
Steve huffs, lowering his hands to his hips, he takes a deep breath.Â
âWe are not â look, this is just coincidence.âÂ
âRight!â Eddie spits in a rough voice, nearly yelling as he glares at the both of you, âlike the coincidence of you two not being able to hang out at the same time on some nights where we are all together? Coincidence of youââ he points an angry finger at you, âhaving hickeys all over you, and youââ he moves his attention on Steve, âhaving scratches on your fucking arms and back!âÂ
He shakes his head again, and glances at you, âcoincidence like last night, when I thought that you left with Jacob only to find out that you left with Steve â oh, oh! And not because you were feeling sick! You two have been screwing around and coming up with the shittiest dumbest lies, I mean Heidi and Chandler, are you fucking serious?âÂ
You look down, hiding your face from your best friend.Â
You feel ashamed for lying to him.Â
You feel scared to lose him now.Â
Steve is quiet beside you, looking like a deer caught in headlights as he stares at Eddie.Â
âYou are both so goddamn obvious, I canât believe I didnât figure this shit out before!â He laughs in disbelief. âYou always look like youâre ready to jump each otherâs bones â jesus christ.âÂ
âDude,â Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, âitâs just, we uh, we wanted to keep this a secret but uh⊠guess we shouldâve been more careful.â
Eddie throws his arms up, looking between you bewildered, âuh huh, so you went from hating each other to being lovesick, horny idiots?â He snort, not quite believing what heâs seeing, what heâs hearing, âso, are you two gonna keep lying, or finally admit to me that you are dating?âÂ
Your eyes widen, and your head snaps up, your lips parting in surprise.Â
âDating?â Steve scoffs, chuckling a little as he crosses his arms over his chest. âFuck no, itâs just sex.â
Eddie opens his mouth again, but his words get caught in his throat when he glances at you, and sees the look on your face, the pained frown, the sadness in your eyes and the way the tension in your shoulders falls. You lower your head, and stare blankly at the floor, not saying a single word.Â
He had seen you like this before.Â
He had seen this sadness before â that night when Steve had lost his temper, and he hit you with harsh words.Â
I would be surprised if anyone ever loved you at all.
Oh.
Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, the realization that floods through him, isnât easy on him when he sees just how hurt you are by Steveâs words.Â
There is only one lovesick person in this room, and it isnât Steve.Â
He nearly wants to growl at him, slam him against the wall and tell him to stay away from you.Â
âLook, weâre just having fun, and we didnât want this to get in the way of things⊠so⊠itâs just between Blondie and I,â Steve shrugs, unaware of the anger that boils inside of the man before him. âWeâre causing no harm.â
Right, no harm at all.Â
Itâs only your heart that heâs breaking.Â
Eddie doesnât even need the confirmation, he can read you like an open book.Â
âRight?â Steve nudges your shoulder.Â
You nod, âright.â
âSo uh⊠I think it should stay between us,â Steve points between you and himself, not seeing the look on your face, not seeing the look on Eddieâs face. âAnd uh, itâd be nice if you kept this to yourself.â
âUh huh,â Eddie nods, clenching his jaw.Â
He can tell that you donât want to be here anymore, that youâre getting restless as you begin to bounce your knee and to blink quickly.Â
You want to go, and Eddie does too â or else he will do something that he will come to regret.Â
âYeah well, you keep doing your thing then,â Eddie mumbles, unable to look at him for longer than a second, before the anger worsens, âI donât know how I feel about this, but uh, itâs none of my business. Just please stop lying to me.âÂ
Steve runs his fingers through his hair, sighing, âyeah, sure.â
âI should go now,â Eddie mumbles, and he glances at you again, pointing his finger at your face, âand youâre coming with me.â
He gives you a stern look, one that stops Steve from asking any questions, from asking you to stay.Â
Eddie doesnât want to leave you with the guy, that is clearly hurting you. He might not know it, but Eddie isnât blind, and he knows that you staying here won't end well tonight, because the pain in your features is way too visible, and he can tell that you donât want Steve to see, by the way you're hiding your face from him.Â
Eddie blinks, not realizing that he is still glaring at Steve, his protectiveness growing stronger in him.Â
âAlright, letâs go,â he mumbles.Â
âYeah,â you sigh, turning around, you keep your head low, âbye Steve.âÂ
He watches you both closely, the way you quickly make your way out of his room and into the hallway, hurrying down the stairs like youâre running away from something â like youâre running away from him.Â
And Steve, he opens his mouth as his eyes follow you, but he shuts it again, his throat bobs as he swallows. His shoulders fall and a sigh falls from his lips.Â
Eddie steps closer to him, and Steve turns to face him, he raises his brows at the warning look in Eddieâs deep brown eyes.
âIâm going to kick your ass if you hurt her, Harrington.â
Steve has never been afraid of Eddie â well, maybe those two times when he slammed him against the wall.Â
âItâs just sex, Munson,â he says, with an unsure tone in his voice, and a bitter taste on his tongue, that he swallows harshly. âNothing more.âÂ
If Eddie wasnât so focused on your feelings and on the anger in him, he wouldâve seen something other than lies in Steveâs eyes.Â
âMhmm, right.â Eddie nods, and steps away from him. âWell, good night.âÂ
He wants to stay longer, to interrogate him further and find out more, but talking to you is more important to him now, so he follows you, hoping that you didnât make a quick escape already.Â
But he finds you in the driveway, with your arms crossed over your chest, you lean against your car as you wait for him.Â
Eddie approaches you slowly, not needing to make up his mind about what question to ask first â it already lies on the tip of his tongue.Â
You drum your fingers against your elbow, your knee still bounces, your chest heaves up and down heavily.Â
No words are spoken when he finally halts in front of you, the only sound between you both is your breathing, the wind rustling in the trees and the crickets.Â
You look at Eddie through your lashes, nervous to even say a single word.Â
He pities you in this very moment, because he knows how you feel.Â
âWhen were you going to tell me?âÂ
âWhat?â You ask in a small voice.Â
âWhen were you going to tell me that youâre in love with Steve?âÂ
You draw back, and your eyes widen.Â
You knew that he would confront you, but you didnât expect him to confront you like this.Â
Your heart drops to your stomach, as the lump in your throat grows.Â
âI-IâŠâ You stutter, shaking your head at him as you search for words in your mind, for lies to feed him, so your heart can rest, but your mind is empty, the lies are gone, and all you can do is panic as your eyes start burning, âI donât⊠Iâm notâŠâ You canât even utter those words, you canât even lie to save yourself, you canât even say that you arenât in love with him, because saying that, would hurt more than this reality.Â
And yet, you still want to deny, but all you can do is shake your head.Â
Eddieâs eyes soften, he sighs when he sees just how much pain there is in your glassy eyes.Â
Eddie knows that there is more, much more.Â
These feelings arenât newfound, these feelings are so very deep, these feelings are years old.Â
He licks his lips, and takes a deep breath.Â
âThatâs why you jumped into the lake with no doubt, thatâs why you grabbed him at the hospital, thatâs who you got all dressed up for at Hopperâs and Joyceâs party,â he pauses as his face saddens, âthatâs why you looked like the world fucking collided when he said itâs just sex.â
A tear falls from your eyes, and slips down your cheek.Â
Your bottom lip begins to quiver in fear, knowing that this very fragile thing between you and Steve, is now even more frail than before.Â
Youâre a little shocked by how perceptive Eddie is of you, just how Billy was.Â
He takes a step closer to you, bringing his hand up to your shoulder, hoping to bring you comfort.Â
âEddie,â you whisper with a trembling voice as you look into his eyes through your blurred vision, âp-please donât tell anyone⊠I-I will lose him if the others find out. And this is the only way I can have him.âÂ
Eddieâs heart breaks for you, the desperation in your eyes and your voice, your words showing him just how deep your feelings are.Â
âFuck, sweetheart,â he sighs, tilting his head, âfor how long?âÂ
You hesitate, not knowing how to save yourself from this humiliation.Â
But, Eddieâs eyes are filled with kindness, you know that he wonât judge you.Â
You breathe in shakily, another tear rolls down your cheek, but you quickly raise your hand up to your face, and wipe it away.Â
âSince we were teensâŠâ
Eddieâs eyes widen, his lips part in shock.Â
The revelation isnât something he expected at all.Â
He knows how Steve treated you, he knows how awful his words were, sometimes. â He knows that King Steve never once bit his tongue, the presence of his friends only made his words more cruel.Â
He fell victim to it, and you did too.Â
Neither of you hesitated to bite back though, and Eddie always tried to brush his words off, you always acted like you did too. â He wasnât your friend in high school, but he was no stranger to seeing you bicker with King Steve during classes or in the hallway. He was always impressed by your witty words, and your funny insults.Â
He couldâve never guessed that you were wearing a mask, that those words were only weapons to defend yourself with, to hide behind them, to keep your true feelings a secret.Â
You were so good at acting like you didnât care, like Steve was someone you hated, like your heart didnât break, every time you faced him.Â
âOh my god,â he whispers, sadly.Â
You shake your head, and huff at yourself. You raise your hand towards your face, waving it as a pained chuckle falls from your lips, âyou must think Iâm pathetic,â you murmur, rolling your eyes, the tears still deeply visible, âfalling for a guy who fucking hated me for years? Thatâs just⊠Iâm setting myself up for failure.âÂ
Eddie can tell that you are trying not to break down while youâre still here, still in Steveâs driveway, where he could see you at any given moment.Â
âYouâre not pathetic,â he frowns, squeezing your shoulder, âwe donât choose the people we fall in love with, itâs not in our control.âÂ
And if it was, you still wouldâve chosen him.Â
That makes you pathetic.Â
âI am pathetic. If I had some dignity, I wouldnât do this with him. I shouldnât do this with him, I know how it will end, Eddie.âÂ
âDonât talk down on yourself,â he mumbles, glaring at you. âShit, I donât even blame you, I wouldâve done the same thing if I was in that situation.âÂ
You breathe in shakily, blinking fastly as you feel your breakdown approaching.Â
âI-I just, I wanna go home, right now. I canâtââ
âHey,â Eddie whispers softly. His kind eyes and his presence being the only comfort for you now. âWant me to go with you? You can talk to me, sweets. You know that.âÂ
âYes please,â you whisper, not wanting to be alone now after all of this.Â
âDo you feel okay to drive?â He asks.Â
You nod.Â
âOkay, letâs go then.â
Eddie steps away from you, he gives you a small smile before he walks away and towards his car.Â
You hesitate, and look back towards Steveâs house, looking into the window where the light is on. Your heart feels heavy, it longs for him, but there is so much sadness inside of you.Â
Youâre not stupid, you knew how he felt about you, you knew what this was to him, you knew he never wanted more, he will never want more.Â
You know how this will end.Â
You know it.Â
But he blessed you with a glimpse of hope, this morning, only to crush it again by night.Â
You knew the moment of happiness was short, but you didnât think that it would be this short.Â
You didnât think that this night would be so much different from the one before.Â
You didnât think that it would end with you sobbing into your best friendâs chest.Â
You didnât know yet, that it wouldnât be the last time that you would do that.Â
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donât delete the kisses - part 8/?
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a camboy!steve au
this installment contains: more smut!! more bonding!! more cute shit!!; camboy!steve; reader with a vagina; âprincessâ is used in reference to reader once; oral (reader receiving); slight bit of orgasm denial; steve tryna be a s*gar d*ddy; caring steve <3 like steve literally getting off on taking care of u đ«¶đ»
though this is written as part of a series, it can be read as a standalone fic!
authorâs note: we back gang đ«¶đ» i hope you enjoy this installment! i have a lot more ideas now of where i can take this au so excited to continue it :) and hopefully i will update it before 10 more months pass lmao
You assume, based on the way light filters in through your curtains, that itâs a little after 6 am.
And Steveâs still here.
Heâs curled up into your side. Hotter than a radiator but you never move away from him. Not even when youâre sweating from the proximity - of being near him, of holding him when heâs sleeping, vulnerable.
You can still feel the ache he left between your thighs.
Youâd stayed up for a while just talking. Admiring. It wasnât supposed to be a sleepover. But when Steve fell asleep halfway through talking about winning his senior year basketball championship, you couldnât possibly find it in your heart to wake him up. And at some point in the night his lonely fingers found your side and they havenât left since.
Robin was right. He does snore.
Youâre too wound up to fall back asleep. It feels like something life changing just happened and youâre not sure how to feel about it. Whatâs he going to say when he wakes up? What if he regrets it? And that cold, terrified grip holds on to your chest, heartbeat quickening.
Steve moans a little behind you. Not like how he sounded last night. Itâs innocent, tired, small. His arm pulls you in tighter and then he props himself up to stare at the side of your face.
You look over your shoulder at his messy hair, the little bit of scruff that grew in over his top lip overnight.
âYouâre so pretty,â he sighs, laying back down, pulling you in even closer. He kisses the junction of your shoulder and neck sweetly, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your ribcage.
You have to swallow an elated squeal.
âWhyâre you up?â his voice is deep, hoarse.
You smile, pushing back into him. âYou were snoring.â
He tickles you - well, tries to with his sleepy hands. âI donât snore.â
âOkay.â
Steve giggles - a sound youâve never heard in your life, one youâd like to cherish forever - and tucks his chin over your shoulder. âYou okay?â
You melt into his touch. Sweat beads at your hairline but you donât mind. âMhm.â
He sounds a little more concerned when he asks, âYou sure?â
âI promise.â You find his hand under the cover and lace your fingers through his. âIâm glad youâre here.â
He sighs, relieved. âMe, too.â
Youâre almost positive heâs fallen back to sleep. His breaths even, get a little shallow. But then he talks again. âCan yâsleep?â
âThink I might just be awake,â you whisper. âBut you can keep sleeping.â
âIâm up.â
You hum. âIâm not convinced.â
He rolls you over until youâre on your back, then props himself up above you. One hand finds your cheek and his sleepy eyes search yours for just a moment before he kisses you.
You have never cared less about morning breath.
Itâs like heâs touching you for the first time again. All tender and reserved. His thumb swipes across your hot cheekbone and he presses his nose against yours when he pulls back. âCould a sleepy guy do that?â
Youâre left a little speechless. You wish you had something funny and clever to say but youâre simply just enamored staring up at his soft face.
Steve looks like heâs thinking for a second, then says, âI can do more, you know.â
âIâm very aware.â
âYou want somethinâ?â His hand moves down your torso and rests at your hipbone, giving it a little squeeze. âYou did all the work last night.â
You feel just as you did last night - excited, scared, sick, overjoyed, ache-y. âThatâs not true,â you breathe.
Steve shrugs a shoulder. âWell, I donât mind doing the work.â
Youâre entranced. His thumb rubs soothing circles into your hips and he waits for you to say something, looking shy himself. You lick your lips subconsciously. âI donât mind you doing the work, either.â
He grins and you feel so stupid. But he doesnât give you a single moment to think of something better to say.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he says softly. âIâd do anything for you. Anything you wanted.â
You nod dumbly.
He smiles a little, raising a brow slightly. âWhat do you want right now, sweetheart?â
Youâre looking at his lips and yeah, you want those. You want those in so many places. And that tongue - a ribbon of arousal tightens in your stomach. âI want you.â
âI know you can do better than that,â he coos, leaning down to kiss your forehead. âYou want what?â
You canât speak, so you reach up and tap his lips with your fingers. Your face heats up when he kisses them. âYou want my mouth?â
You nod. âPlease?â
He kisses them again. âWhere do you want it?â
You swallow hard and spread your legs. Last night was intense but this is something else. Itâs six in the morning for Christâs sake. And he looks like he just walked out of a porn shoot.
âDown here?â he asks, finally tucking his thumb into the waistband of your underwear. âNeed my mouth on this pretty pussy?â
âPlease?â you repeat. You can hardly hear yourself.
Your fingers slide away from his lips as he moves down the bed, throwing the covers to the side for a good look at you. You just about die at the sight of him, hair messy and still so perfect, naked shoulders broad, biceps flexing as he props himself up. âHelp me out, huh, baby?â
You lift your hips for him to slide your underwear off. He places them neatly beside you on the bed, pats them twice with a wink. Whatever that means. You laugh, taking a moment to soak in the boy below you with his charm and gleaming eyes and freckles.
And then he parts your legs.
Your breaths hitch at the same time.
The air is cold on your center and you know youâre soaked. Embarrassingly so. But Steve is either indifferent or very much into it, because he says nothing, chestnut eyes trained on your core.
âThis okay?â he asks, tearing his eyes away and blinking up at your face.
You nod vigorously. âYeah, Steve.â
He turns his head to the side to kiss the inside of your thigh. It tickles. âCan you tell me what you want, please?â
You swallow hard, hands finding purchase on the sheets beneath you. âI want you to eat me out, Steve.â
He smiles softly and kisses up your thighs slowly. Occasionally heâll press open-mouthed kisses to the skin, watching you squirm while he slots himself between them. âWant to know a secret?â
You want to know them all. Every last one. âMhm.â
âIâve cum thinking about having you like this before.â Another open-mouthed kiss. âAll to myself.â Another. âTasting how sweet you are, feeling you cum on my tongue.â
Youâre more than breathless.
âThought about it when recording. Had to grit my teeth to not moan your name.â
You listen attentively, burning up.
âAnd I thought about it at work sometimes,â he admits sheepishly. âAbout bending you over⊠eating you out behind the counter⊠and then Iâd come home, set up my camera, and jerk off to it.â
Youâre panting by now, his soft lips inching closer and closer to where you need him. You must be making a mess on your bed.
âSo, if you think youâre a pervâŠ.â
He takes a moment to suck a hickey into your thigh and you finally whine, worked up to a boiling point.
âI thought about - about it, too.â
âYeah?â Steve sounds hopeful. He readjusts himself below you. Wraps his arms around the backs of your thighs, planting you in place.
It feels a little bit like youâre on a rollercoaster, waiting for the drop.
âIâve thought about everything with you.â
Inexplicably, Steveâs eyes both brighten and darken at once.
âIâll give everything to you.â
Itâs the most romantic goddamn thing anyoneâs ever said to you, and a second later heâs eating your cunt like itâs his last meal.
âOh -!â you gasp, hips jerking up. His strong arms hold you in place, keeps you still while he licks slowly up and down your folds. His tongue, hot and wet and thick, soothes the ache where he worked you open last night. Your head sinks into your pillow, unfocused eyes staring up at the pale blue light on your ceiling. âOh âŠ!â
âMhm,â he hums, licks so slow it almost kills you. Your clit throbs, hole clenching, desperate for his affections again. He pulls away, just for a moment, chin already slick and eyes the color of coffee. âYou taste so good.â
Steveâs lips wrap around your folds and he sucks. You gasp and arch your back but Steve pins you down again. He isnât keen on letting you get away from the worship you deserve. He pulls back to look at you again, at your glistening cunt and pleasure-dazed eyes. âOh, sweetheart. Hold on.â
And his hands reach upwards from where theyâre tucked under you. You reach for them, letting your hands interlace again. They lock into place and he squeezes sympathetically, like he knows heâs about to ruin you.
He doesnât pull any punches when he resumes. The tip of his tongue traces tight circles into your clit and you writhe again, back twisting, whining out for him. He moves slow and methodically and you wish he would just finish you off. Itâs almost torturous how gingerly he moves, even if thereâs a good reason for it.
Steve doesnât want to just make you feel good. He wants to devour you. He wants to dedicate the feeling of you, the taste of you, the sounds of your pleasure, all to memory.
And then he purses his lips and sucks on your clit.
Youâre so far gone. Eyes rolling back, legs tightening around his face. âOh my god Steeeeeeve!â
He giggles, but doesnât stop. Keeps his lips wrapped tight around you, keeps sucking. It makes a perverse noise, so dirty that it makes your stomach flip. Your eyes roll back painfully and just when itâs about to be too much he finally unlatches himself and soothes your swollen clit with a broad stroke of his tongue. He dips down, pushing his face into you to taper his tongue into your hole.
âOh my god, oh my god, fuckâŠ.â
The tip of his nose rubs against your clit steadily while he tastes you. âSo gorgeous,â he purrs, his breath fanning against your cunt. âYou ever taste yourself?â
âGod - no -â
Steve sighs like itâs a pity, then goes back to work. He moves where you need him, just as you need it, like heâs a mind reader. You twist and writhe in his grip before finally getting loose from his hands. Theyâre clammy as you reach for his hair, tugging just how he likes, and he quite literally growls as his efforts increase tenfold.
Little unhs are torn from your throat. Your eyes roll back and forth, hooded when you finally get the courage to steal a glance at him. His highlighted hair tangled up in your fingers, his back rippling, the veins on his hands popping just a bit as he pins you down. Heâs grinding his hips, too, and you moan over that - he loves eating you out so much heâs trying to get off on it.
Your heartbeat hammers in your ears.
âFingers,â you choke out, tugging on his locs. âFingers, please Steve?â
âYeah?â He pulls back, your grip loosening, and he lines his middle finger up with you. âYouâre such an angel, know that? Always sayinâ please.â
His fingertip teasing you is driving you to insanity. You swallow hard. âLetâs talk about it another time.â
He laughs again, white teeth gleaning. âWhatâs wrong? Pussyâs so empty, huh?â
You nod. âPlease, Iâll do anything for it.â
His smile turns a little evil. âOkay. Then hereâs whatâs going to happen.â
He slides his finger into you and you gasp. The pad of it settles right against your sweet spot. He crooks his finger just right and you moan loudly, needily, grinding your hips down.
Steve looks up at you with a little bit of awe and a lot of determination. âIâm going to pay for your rent âtil you find another job.â
âBut -â
Crooks his finger again, makes you cut yourself off with another moan. His other hand moves to your clit, rubbing slow circles into it.
âMhm, and Iâll get your groceries, too, and Iâll pay for our dates. Treat you like a princess because itâs what you deserve.â
âYou canât,â you reply hoarsely.
âLet me,â he breathes, âor I wonât let you cum.â
Your hands twist hard into your bedsheets. Steveâs fingers move slow, enough to keep your mind hazy, unable to think straight.
âNot fair,â you whimper.
âItâs not fair you lost your job,â he coos sympathetically.
You shake your head. âNot - not fair youâre h-helping.â
âI want to give you the world.â His eyes are soft, his fingers moving faster, calculated. âLet me.â
Your legs shake around his shoulders. âI - but I -â
His mouth replaces the thumb on your clit and youâre gone again. Nothing but a little toy for him to play with. Mind blank, focused on nothing but the coil in your stomach, his tongue swiping across your nub, his lips sucking, his finger curling.
âFuck.â Itâs all you can say.
âLet me,â he moans against your skin, panting a little. âLet me take care of you.â
âSteve, Steve, Steve, SteveâŠ.â
âSay yes.â His voice is rough, hoarse. âSay yes or you wonât cum, baby, ând I wanna see it, wanna see you cum again, please angel.â
Your mouth drops, pleasure and shame heightening in your stomach. You shouldnât let him. But you want taken care of. And if heâs begging for you to let him, why wouldnât you?
And, anyway, you really need to cum.
So you nod, mouth dropping open as your high comes to a head. âY- yes!â
If you could open your eyes, youâd see how happy Steve is. âYeah? Gonna let me?â
You nod again. âShit, Steve!â
âYeah, honey,â he grits, lips still tickling your clit, his finger working your sweet spot, his dick grinding into your bed. âSo goddamn pretty, let me taste you when you cum.â
His breath is loud when his mouth engulfs your pussy again. You gasp and reach for his hair, fisting it like itâll keep you tethered to reality. Your body goes stiff as you cum, clenching down on his finger so hard youâre both not sure how it doesnât break. Steve groans lowly, tongue and lips still unwavering, sucking your clit into ecstasy.
You feel so good, so taken care of, that you cry, hot tears spilling down your face as you squeeze your eyes shut. Bliss washes over you swiftly and leaves you warm and relaxed in his wake. It seems to last forever. Youâre breathless and dizzy by the time youâve calmed down, body going slack again.
Steve finally pulls himself away from you. A thick string of saliva connects you together. You moan at his flushed, wet cheeks.
âYouâre so good at that,â you pant.
He grins, pushes his hair back out of his face before crawling up towards you. Heâs quick to grab your chin and press a kiss to your lips. You taste yourself for the first time ever. And itâs hot, for no reason. Steve licks into your mouth with it before pulling back.
âYou like how that tastes?â he asks, playing with your bottom lip.
You look at him wide-eyed. âUh-huh.â
âMe, too. Know how much I love it?â
You shake your head.
âI just came in my boxers.â
You gasp, elated. âYou mean it?â
He scrunches his nose. âItâs really not that hot.â
âAre you kidding?â you whisper, reaching up for his face. âThatâs so goddamn hot, Steve.â
He groans, as if youâre kidding him, and rolls off to lay beside you. Youâre quick to stare at his crotch, mouth dropping at the stain spreading over the cotton. He pulls you into his chest before you can properly admire it, and bumps his nose against yours.
âYouâre gonna let me, right?â
Your brows furrow. âCum in your pants?â
âNo! I mean about taking care of you.â
âOh.â You almost forgot about all that. âItâs - youâre so nice, Steve, but my rentâs hundreds of dollars -â
âOkay?â
You narrow your eyes slightly. âAlright, donât brag.â
âItâs only fair. I owe you, remember? Since you paid for my porn?â
Like you could forget.
âAnd in some ways, youâre like a business partner.â
âHow?â
He kisses the tip of your nose. âI can assure you Iâve cum to the thought of you in at least half of my videos.â
If it were anyone else, youâd be disgusted, but itâs Steve. Dorky Steve whoâs holding you like youâre precious right now, who just sucked your brain out of your clit. Youâre a little flattered, in fact.
âYou said yes before,â he reminds you.
âI can take it back.â
He furrows his brows, frowns, hums like heâs thinking. âMmm, donât think so.â
âWell, I already came, soâŠ.â
âAngel,â he sighs, rolling you into your back, crowding back on top of you. His cock is still half hard against your core. âI can always make sure it doesnât happen again.â
You lick your lips, heart beating so fast it feels like itâs skipping. âOh, yeah? Donât think youâd last.â
He smiles and kisses your forehead. âYouâre right. I wouldnât.â
But he still leaves you a stack of hundreds on your bedside table when heâs about to go, refuses to take it back when you try shoving it into his hands.
âJust âtil you get another job,â he says softly, holding your wrists gently in his hands, the hundreds curled up in your fist. âLet me help âtil then, okay?â
âFine,â you whisper, still feeling ashamed.
You both have an idea for another job in mind, but neither of you say anything.
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Frustrated, floppy hair, talking with his hands Keys is the hottest version.
Joe Keery as WALTER âKEYSâ McKEY
FREE GUY
2021, dir. Shawn Levy
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HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABYDOLL
Oh honey baby THAT was a good piece of cake. How did I forget about this one đ„șđ„Ž
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL HAVE SOME CAKE!
Oh you're a queen. Thanks for these blessings đđ
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Champs and cake? The way to my heart, for REAL. You're an angel đ Look at that slice. Heaven..
Heard @palmtreesx3 needed some cake...
Happy Birthday beautiful!! Have some extra champagne with your cake for me đ
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