mint chocolate rewards [s.h.] 18+
an: hiii i kept getting stuck with this one but am pretty happy with how it turned out!! as much as i love pathetic steve i also looooove cocky steve. hope you enjoy!! feel free to send requests/suggestions or just chat with me :) -m
summary: youāre tutoring steve (thereās not a lot of learning going on) and heās a smug asshole sometimes. (ft. ice cream, trains, and karaoke)
modern!steve x fem!readerĀ
warnings: use of y/n, cursing, angst (steve is a little bit of a an asshole), kissing, a tiny bit of phone teasing, dirty talk, fingering, edging, p in v, smidge of daddy kink (used like once or twice and itās steve referring to himself)Ā 18+ MDNI!!!!!!
wc:Ā 19.3k (oh im a yapper)
masterlist here!!
College has been a fresh start for you, moving away from your small, stuffy town and basking in the change of scenery and people that a new city brought you.Ā
Boston was busy most of the time, a Friday or Saturday night in downtown made the city feel alive, electrifiedābut unlike New York, this city did sleep. Once the hustle and bustle of cars and trains stopped, the city shutdown for the night and the streets were quiet and still. Well in some places.Ā
It was your third year at Boston University and youād developed a fondness for the city around you. It was a city of passion and that extended to food, history, and especially sports. A passionate place with the people to match it.Ā
With this new school and new city, youād also found some new friends. Robin and Eddie, the three of you had found each other during the first week of freshman year and it had kind of just been that way ever since. Youād like to say you were Robin's best friend, but you knew that title was reserved for someone else.Ā
You didnāt know Steve Harrington, but you certainly knew of him. Hushed whispers and tired rumors always swirled through the air when Steve was aroundāand even when he wasnāt.Ā
Despite the reputation he seemed to have, you wondered if there was really any truth to it. Sure, he seemed charismatic and a little full of himself. Yes, he wore a smug smirk that you thought could bewitch just about anyone. But, when you sat on the sidelines and observed him, you noticed the way he tried to make everyone laugh. Youād seen firsthand how he took the time to talk to everyone around him and make sure they felt included in whatever the group was up to. You saw how he treated Robin, and cared for her. And plus, he couldnāt be that bad if she thought so highly of him, if she loved him so much.
So maybe you did know him, at least a little bit.Ā
But in reality you were a fairly optimistic person, so you kept your theories about Steve to yourself. You tended to look for the good in people, even when there wasnāt much to look at. A glass half full kind of gal. Which is why when you hear about the ladies man, the stereotypical asshole that is Steve Harrington, you keep your mouth shut and donāt add to the conversation at all.Ā
Even with Steve being Robinās best friend, the two of you hardly ever overlapped. Youād see him in passing or heād be coming to see Robin while you were leaving, but that was it. You werenāt sure why this was how it was, especially with how much she yapped about him. But really you think that Steve has his group of people and Robin has hers. The time they spent together was their own and you didnāt have any issues with that.Ā
And so when your professor pulls you aside after algebra ll, you realize your overlap with Steve Harrington just increased tenfold.Ā
āSteve is asking for some outside help and we talked about it and decided the group sessions that I do probably arenāt going to be a good fit. I know youāve picked up some one on one sessions in the past and made you my first stop.āĀ
Although you donāt want to admit it, your heart beats a little faster at the thought of spending one on one time with Steve. Youāre not sure if itās excitement or dreadāmaybe a mix of both.Ā
āI, uh, I can do that. Heās serious about this right? I donāt want to waste my time if heās not really wanting to learn something.ā Okay, so maybe youād let some of the rumors about him wiggle their way into your brain, but you couldnāt help it!Ā
āHe is. From what Iāve seen he takes his classes seriously, despite what others say about him. I donāt think heād ask for help just to make a joke out of it.ā
She had a point, why would he go out of his way to seek tutoring if he wasnāt serious about it? And if someone needed some help and you could do it, you were going to.Ā
āAlright, Iām in. You can give him my number and Iāll see about setting something up.āĀ
āāā-
Your phone buzzing beside you while you laid in bed that night wasnāt out of the ordinary but it was strange when you looked and didnāt recognize the number on your screen. Until you remembered the conversation youād had with Professor Benson that morning. And until you scrolled through the messages and saw his name.Ā
Unknown: Hi! I heard you agreed to be my tutor! Professor B didnāt tell me your name but thank you!Ā
Unknown: You are a lifesaver.Ā
Unknown: Oh shit this is Steve Harrington by the way. I forgot to mention that.Ā
Phone still clutched tightly in your hand, you cursed yourself for feeling nervous. He was being perfectly polite, cute even, and here you were with sweaty palms at the thought of texting him back. But you had to. You agreed to this and you wouldnāt go back on your word over some jitters.Ā
It only took you writing and rewriting the message about twenty times before you came up with something simple that didnāt make you cringe.Ā
Y/n: Hi, Steve! Youāre welcome, I hope I can be of some help to you. Iām y/n, by the way. Did you have a certain time or place you wanted to meet up for your first session? Iām free most days after 6.Ā
Steve: Y/n? As in the person Robin has replaced me with? What a small world.Ā
Y/n: Funny. I donāt think anyone could replace your spot in Robinās life, but yes thatās me.
A small smile worked its way on your lips as you went back and forth with him, some of the nerves slipping away.Ā
Steve: Well lucky me, Iāll finally get to spend some time with the girl Iāve heard so much about. But as for the first session, what about the library at 7 tomorrow? The tables in the back?Ā
You tried not to let the first part of his text affect you so much, but it did. If you were being honest, you didnāt think he even knew about you at all, so the thought that he had was making your pulse speed up.Ā
Y/n: Sounds perfect. Iāll see you then!Ā
Y/n: Oh and Iāve heard plenty about you too, all good things.Ā
Steve: Letās hope I live up to my name then. See you tomorrow.Ā
āāā
Steve was living up to his name, but not the one Robin had given him.Ā
The day had passed quickly and before you knew it you were here about twenty minutes early with math textbooks and notes surrounding you. Now you wouldnāt fault Steve for not being early, that wouldnāt be fair, but you would fault him for being an hour late.Ā
Well technically he still hadnāt shown up.Ā
Ten or fifteen minutes, even half an hour you could brush off. Things happen, you get that. But you had no text, no call, no anything and you felt a steady stream of irritation flowing through you. Your texts had gone unanswered and while the rational part of you was concerned that something had happened, more than anything you were frustrated.Ā
You texted Robin to see if she knew anything about what was going on and she didnāt. If he wasnāt here by 8:45 you were leaving. That was more than fair and you cursed yourself for even giving him that much leeway. But really you hoped he didnāt show at all because now you were tired and pissed and certainly not in the mood to hear his excuses let alone tutor him. The thought of even speaking about math right now made you want to cry!Ā
It was a surprise your pencil didn't snap from how tight you were gripping it in your hand, your jaw clenched and the beginning of a headache pulsing behind your eyes. Youād try one more time, send one more text before you were done.Ā
Y/n: Can you at least let me know youāre alive?
That was fifteen minutes ago and still nothing. Looking down at your phone you see itās now 8:50 and you push your chair back with a huff, standing up to stuff everything back into your bag, shoulders aching before you even add on the extra weight.Ā
Itās when youāre sliding in your laptop that you hear it. Panicked footsteps are hurrying toward you and you donāt even have to look up to know who it is. Any exhaustion you had is wiped away and replaced with red hot anger, the tips of your ears burning as you try to remind yourself to breathe.Ā
āFuck, Iām here! Shit, Iām sorry but Iām here.ā
You ignore him, itās all you can do right now and honestly you think itās best for both of you that you donāt speak. Youād been up since 5 am and that wasnāt his fault, but it definitely was his fault that he was showing up 2 hours late and keeping you up when you didnāt have to be.Ā
Zipping up your bag and grabbing your keys off the table you turn, brushing past him without so much as a glance before youāre heading to the doors of the library. Maybe youāre being a little dramatic but you donāt care. You hear him behind you, cursing under his breath and trying to quietly call your name but you keep going. Past the doors and down the sidewalk and straight ahead with a frown on your face.Ā
A hand on your arm stops you and you realize you manage to keep a few feet ahead of him for about four blocks. You donāt turn to him, donāt give any acknowledgment of his presence besides the pause of your feet.Ā
āIām sorry I was a little lateāā
That gets your attention and itās enough to break the little silent treatment youāve had going. Itās enough to have you pulling your arm away from his hand despite the warmth it provided as you turn to finally face him.Ā
āA little? Try two hours, Steve.āĀ
His nose scrunches and he looks away. You can see the embarrassment in his pinched brows and pouty lips but it does little to dull the frustration thatās been building inside of you since the half hour mark.Ā
But heās standing in front of you for the first time and while heās spewing sorryās youāre taking him in. His hair is disheveled and his lips are a little swollen, like he or someone else has been biting on them. Heās wearing a lilac t-shirt that looks a little too good on him and jeans that hug him in all the right places.Ā
āShit, Iām sorry. Time got away from me and I didnāt realize until I was leaving her house that it was so late! I thought Iād given us plenty of time but I guess Iā¦I fucked up.āĀ
You donāt hear much after āleaving her houseā, a new wave of anger washing over you and you have to fist your hands at your side to keep from knocking in his pretty white teeth.Ā
āWas everyone okay?ā Your voice is calm and quiet, a little sprig of hope inside that maybe someone needed his help, something had happened and it was an emergency. You hated yourself a little bit for hoping for something like when in reality you knew the truth. Heād been too busy with a girl to remember you.Ā
And yes you realize it wasnāt so much you specifically as it was your tutoring session, but that didnāt make it sting any less. You were a girl, a girl who blushed around cute guys and who wanted to hold hands and kiss and go on dates. And so what if it hurt your feelings a little bit that Steve had forgotten you? You could get over that. But what you wouldnāt get over, at least tonight, was that heād taken advantage of someone wanting to help him and wasted your time.Ā
āOh, yeah, everyoneās okay. It was more like aā¦a date, I guess.āĀ
āRight. And your phone stopped working?āĀ
He scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his face, āI didnāt hear it go off and when I saw all your texts I was already almost here so I just didnāt respond.ā Well at least heās honest.Ā
āOkay. Maybe you should try out a group session with Professor B before you rule it out completely, you might do well with it.āĀ
He pulled back, eyes wide and a look of surprise written across features. You get the feeling heās not used to being told no, even indirectly. āWhat does that mean?āĀ
āIt means that itās not fair to me to waste my time. I agreed to this because I wanted to help you but if you couldnāt be bothered to show up on time or even call me to let me know you couldnāt make it, it doesnāt really give me hope that this will be beneficial for either of us.āĀ
His face hardens the slightest bit and despite the pull you have to be a people pleaser, to say sorry and that itās okay, you hold strong and straighten your shoulders as he stares down at you.Ā
āSo thatās it? One strike and Iām out?ā Thereās almost a scoff when he says it, like he canāt believe you and it only adds fuel to the fire burning in your chest.Ā
āWell you havenāt exactly made a great first impression. If a date is more important than math, thatās fine. I really donāt care. But I wonāt clear my nights and sit in libraries alone for someone that doesnāt take this seriously.ā You watch him take in your words, furrow between his brows getting deeper the more you talk and you just keep going. āAnd for the record, I donāt owe you more than one shot. Whatās the point of this if youāll just strike out?āĀ
āI donāt strike out.āĀ
A laugh of disbelief flies out of you, hands going up like your surrendering, āReally? Thatās all you got out of what I just said?ā He shrugged at you and despite his pretty face you felt nothing but contempt for him right now.Ā
āIt was a mistake. I lost track of time. If you think youāre too good to give me a shot to prove that I care, then whatever.āĀ
āYouāre an asshole! Donāt try to-to manipulate me into feeling bad about you doing something shitty. Me setting a boundary with you does not mean I think Iām too good, it means I know my time is worth something and I donāt have to put up with bullshit from people, especially someone I donāt even know!ā You can see the regret on his face, the way his features soften and his shoulders slump. āMaybe next time set an alarm or donāt schedule a date on the same day as tutoring. Or maybe let someone know you wonāt make it before they sit there waiting for 2 hours to help you out. And maybe if you donāt do any of that, show up and donāt be an asshole when theyāre upset about it. Maybe learn that youāre not entitled to peopleās time and effort just because you think you deserve it.āĀ
Finished with your little rant you take a breath, hoping he doesnāt lash out at you because you feel your courage waning and you just want to go home and sleep.Ā
But all he does is nod at you with dim eyes before heās turning on his heel and walking in the other direction before you can say anything else. Not that you would, you think youād gotten it all out when you were standing in the middle of an almost empty street scolding him like a toddler.Ā
Maybe youād been wrong in your theories about Steve Harrington. Or maybe you just didnāt fall into the group of people that got to see a different side of him.Ā
āāāā-
Steve felt like shit.Ā
Heād lost the nerve to say anything when you tore into him like you did, and he deserved it. It was an asshole move to be 2 fucking hours late and then get upset at you being upset with him. And all for what? A girl he barely knew, who didnāt even like him and called him once every few weeks when she was bored? To be fair he didnāt really like her either, so that made him only feel more shitty.Ā
Youād told him off, which didnāt happen often and regardless of how pissed off or embarrassed heād been, it was hard to stay upset when he noticed the cute little twitch your nose would do when you yelled at him.Ā
And he felt bad because you were Robinās friend, one of her best friends! Heād been hearing about you for what seemed like forever and now that he was actually going to spend some time with you, heād blown it. He knew you were a sweetheart, quiet most of the time and always willing to do anything for others. It had been a low blow trying to make you feel bad, he knew that. But he really needed your help here and was willing to do anything to get it. Even if it meant guilting you into it, I guess.Ā
He was well aware of his reputation around campus, grade A asshole with girls hanging off his arms every weekend. Hell, he played into it most of the time. It was easier to just play into what people expected sometimes, even if that meant being a dick.Ā
And okay, maybe he was guilty of being kind of cocky sometimes. He could be a little smug but he never meant to come off like too much of a prick. He liked to think it was charming sometimes.Ā
But right now he was worried about passing algebra and making things right with you. Robin would kill him if he didnāt, and he owed it to you to at least try to be decent.Ā
Thatās how he finds himself here, standing in front of you and Eddie where youāre perched in the shade under a big tree in the center of campus. Before last night heās never said more than a hello to you and he doesnāt think heās ever even been this close to Eddie.Ā
He watches the two of you, the way you lean into Eddie as he walks closer and the way Eddie narrows his eyes like a guard dog whoāll bite if he gets too close. He feels a twinge of something deep in his stomach watching you cling to Eddie and maybe itās because youāre so pretty or maybe itās because Robin has built you up in his head to be this angel that heās kind of enamored with.Ā
āCan I talk to you?ā Heās wearing sunglasses so you canāt see the way his eyes dart around your face and settle on the small pout you're wearing on your glossy, peach colored lips.Ā
āYou didnāt have much to say last night, nothing good at least.ā You had one hell of a backbone, heād give you that. From what heād heard from Robin you tended to try your best to appease the people around you so a little spark shot up his spine at the thought of you not backing down to him.Ā
He didnāt miss the way Eddie smirked, looking between your stern eyes and the pleading puppy dog look Steve was wearing. He nudged your shoulder to grab your attention, āOh hear him out, yeah? It wonāt hurt anything.ā Steve gave Eddie a quick, grateful nod and turned back just in time to see you rolling your eyes at the both of them.Ā
ā5 minutes, Harrington.āĀ
Eddie got up, gesturing for Steve to take his place as he grabbed his stuff and sent a reassuring wink your way. Steve thinks with all the friends he has, he doesnāt have any besides Robin that really count. Maybe if he quit being an ass, you and Eddie would be his friends too.Ā
āFirst I wanna apologize for being late, and for not calling or texting to let you know. I do care about school and I appreciate you taking the time to try and help me. Iām sorry I took that for granted.ā He watches your lips part in what could either be shock or surprise and the small nod you give makes him keep going. āAnd Iām really sorry for the shitty stuff I said. It was a dick move trying to make you feel guilty when you didnāt do anything wrong. Iām lucky you even agreed to help me in the first place, sānot your job. I guess Iām justā¦used to getting my way. It sounds shitty to say it out loud but I guess we both know itās true. I realize you donāt owe me anything and I havenāt done anything to earn a second chance, so Iām sorry. Iām gonna try out a group session and see how that goes, I think. But uh, yeah, Iām sorry.āĀ
āIām not going to apologize for anything.ā Well, he has to admit that is not what he expected to come out of your mouth. Your shoulders had softened the slightest bit but your eyes were still weary of him.Ā
āI donāt expect you to, you did nothing wrong. I deserved you telling me off. Hell, I probably needed it. I just wanted you to know I was sorry, you deserved to hear it.āĀ
When you donāt say anything for a few minutes he takes that as his sign to leave, pushing himself off the ground beside you and dusting off his pants before you stop him with a sigh of his name.Ā
āThank youāfor the apology. I can tell you mean it and thatās all I wanted. It sounds like you actually heard what I was saying andā¦and if you want a second shot, youāve earned one.āĀ
āReally?ā He smiled wide at you, hand grabbing yours that youād held out and he lifted you up with ease. You nodded at him and he felt relief all over. He didnāt realize he still had your hand in his until you gave him a squeeze and he dropped it, shrugging shyly.Ā
āTwo strikes and you are out, Steve. Donāt make me regret this.āĀ
He couldnāt help the cocky smirk he flashed, hands going to his hips, staring down and not missing the way your throat bobbed at how close he was.Ā
āI told you I don't strike out, didnāt I?ā
āāāāā
You were very pleasantly surprised by Steveās apology, kind of shocked by it too. You hadnāt expected much to come out of your little rant, let alone him seeming so genuinely sorry about what had happened. And he seemed to understand what you said, he let it soak in and took accountability for it.Ā
When he was standing there so sincere and upset, you couldnāt help but to offer him another chance. This was the Steve you thought youād seen, kind and attentive. You were happy you werenāt totally wrong about him.Ā
But one thing you did realize was that Steve Harrington was a pest. He got under your skin in the best way possible and lit you on fire in a way that nobody ever had. Itās like he lit a spark in you and you loved every second, even if you pretended like he got on your nerves.Ā
In the last two weeks you and Steve had gotten together about 4 times, and it was going well! Youād realized within one session with him that he just needed some one on one time with the material. He grasps the concepts much easier when he has someone to walk him through a few problems at his own pace.Ā
And heād been on time to every single one, even early to a couple. Today he even showed up before you, the little eager student that he was.Ā
You noticed the more time you spent together over the last two weeks and the more comfortable Steve became, the more he liked to tease you and watch you flush red under his stare.Ā
Like now youāre sitting beside himāyou had sat down across from him but he pouted like a child and said it would be easier if you were closerāand heās complaining about the quadratic formula for the millionth time.Ā
āWeāre almost done, Steve. Two more problems and youāre free to go.āĀ
āI think I should get a reward for all this.ā He would probably stomp his foot at you if he was standing up and you canāt help but huff a small laugh at the little frown heās wearing, chin in his hand and shoulders slumped in annoyance.Ā
āYou do. Youāll pass the class.ā
Heās not amused by this, rolling his eyes and pinching the bare skin of your thigh where your shorts have moved from you shifting in your chair. You watch the spot turn pink and his touch, even something so quick and simple, has you buzzing.Ā
āLame. I was thinking more of a kiss, let me have a quick taste of those pretty lips.ā No matter how many times he mentions your mouth or howād you taste it never fails to thrill you, your face heating and your eyes darting everywhere but his.Ā
Itās even worse when you watch the way he watches you, leaned back in his chair with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face. Heāll flash his teeth at you in a smile and send a quick wink that has you having to stop yourself from sinking between his open legs. He knows what he does to you and he loves it, soaks it up and never gets tired of it.Ā
Youāve turned back to your own notes, leaving Steve to work on the last few problems and of course he does anything but. Itās only been a few minutes when you feel something brush across your hair, you ignore it. A few seconds later something soft hits your cheek, and you ignore it. But when it hits your forehead you turn to him with a scowl, a little ball of paper between his fingers.Ā
āYou are a child.ā You swat at his chest and regret it when he catches your wrist in his hand, skin turning hot under his touch. You canāt look away from where his fingers wrap around you and it makes you dizzy to feel his rough hands against your skin.Ā
āHit me again, baby.āĀ
That was another thing that had started, the pet names. He used your name sometimes, but called you baby, sweetheart, or doll when he wanted to make you stutter your words and stumble through your sentences.Ā
Heās smirking at you, eyes light and filled with amusement at the way your neck is turning a bright pink, reaching and reaching until your ears are burning. āCāmon, please?āĀ
āNo reward for you if you donāt finish those problems.ā Despite the turmoil going on inside your voice sounds cool, unaffected, and you thank god for that.Ā
āFine. I can be a good boy when I want to be.āĀ
Ignoring him, you turn back to your notes, far too distracted to actually pay attention to them anymore but you still stare at the paper in front of you. Youāre pleasantly surprised when he actually goes back to his work, finishing the problems quickly and you beam at him when theyāre all right.Ā
āSee! I told you, just need to take your time with this stuff. Iām proud of you, Steve.ā For once heās the one blushing, brushing it off like itās nothing and asking for his reward. You should have known, a child never forgets a promise you make them.Ā
Leaning forward his eyes widen, darting over your face to check if this is really happening. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, not used to playing his games with him and it takes all the courage you have to let your lips brush over the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, before they find the shell of his ear. Heās still beside you, anticipating your next move and if you werenāt so hell bent on teasing him back, youād kiss him right now.Ā
Your lips graze him and itās your turn to smirk when his grip on the table in front of you tightens. His knuckles are white and his jaw is set with you so close to him.Ā
āIce cream. Thatās your reward.āĀ
Pulling back quickly so you can see his reaction, you beam at the way his lips are parted and his chest is heaving a little harder than it should be. He just watches you with wide eyes before something settles over him. Something that makes your stomach flutter and tells you youāve started something that you wonāt win.Ā
When he speaks you canāt help but watch the way his mouth wraps around the words so sensually you feel it all over, like heās touching every inch of your skin and itās addicting.Ā
āPerfect. Mādying for something sweet.āĀ
āāā-
He canāt stop thinking about the feeling of your lips on his skin, even if it lasted all of three seconds itās running through his mind on a loop and making his head a mess.Ā
God he wishes you would have just bit down on him, sunk your teeth into his skin and let him feel your tongue soothe the burn.Ā
Youāre walking side by side to your favorite ice cream place now, the sun is out and bright but despite that thereās a nice breeze that cools his skin. You would have already been there but he had to spend fifteen minutes distracting you from leaving just so he could stand up without getting arrested for indecent exposure.Ā
Remembering the small smile of victory you had makes him smile, but not as big as heāll be smiling when he gets you back. He loves watching you preen under his touch, loves the way your chest rises and falls a little faster when he leans in towards you and loves even more the way your eyes go all big and round and your cheeks turn bright red when he says something cheeky.Ā
Spending some time with you over the last two weeks, itās obvious to him why Robin is so obsessed with you. Youāre hilarious, sometimes you make him laugh so hard his stomach hurts and he has tears in his eyes. Heād known you were a sweetheart but getting to see it firsthand gave him a goddamn toothache. Watching the way you smile at him so proudly when something finally clicks, how you listen to someone with such intent, no matter what theyāre talking about. Youāre just so kind and good that he wants to be as close to you as possible at all times.Ā
But this is the first time you two are venturing outside of the library together and he thinks heāll spend much more time convincing you to do things with him besides math. Now that heās got a taste he needs more, craves it.Ā
He doesnāt even notice youāve arrived until youāre tugging on the sleeve of his shirt and giving him a smile as sweet as honey as you wordlessly point at the ice cream shop heād just walked past.
Pulling open the door he lets you go first and looks around to see only a few people besides them in the shop. Perfect.Ā
Since thereās no line, you both go quickly. You opt for chocolate chip cookie dough in a cup and he decides on mint chocolate chip in a waffle cone. He notices the way your nose scrunches all cute at his choice and he rolls his eyes as he pulls out his card to pay before you can.Ā
āDonāt tell me youāre one of those people whoās gonna say it tastes like toothpaste or something.ā Your jaw drops in offense and he has to roll his lips into his mouth to keep from laughing at how cute you are.Ā
āI wasnāt! I only made that face because I almost got it myself.āĀ
āAnd the thought of having a similar taste to me is making you feel sick?āĀ
āNo, just didnāt peg you as a mint chocolate chip guy.āĀ
āSo youāve been thinking about pegging me.ā He knows youāve realized what youāve done before the words even leave his mouth and he smirks at you anyways. Heāll take any chance to get you all flustered and riled up.Ā
āPay for my damn ice cream, Harrington.āĀ
He doesnāt say anything, just quietly snickers to himself while you go and find a place to sit. He notices the way you choose a seat in the corner, far away from anyone else in the shop and he smiles. You probably know whatās coming, waiting for the other shoe to drop after your little stunt at the library and he loves seeing you all worked up and on edge.Ā
He likes it a little too much.Ā
Instead of sitting in the seat across from you he slips in the booth beside you instead, watching your eyes dart to the side to watch him carefully. Heās not sure why youāre surprised, he always takes any opportunity to be close to you.Ā
Slinging an arm around your shoulder he lets his fingertips toy with your hair, smiling when he feels you relax into him. āCan I have a bite?ā You seem to not think anything of his request, lifting your spoon up to his mouth and he lets you slip it between his lips, your eyes trained on his mouth and his on you.Ā
He hums around the spoon and lets his teeth catch when you drag it from his mouth. You shake your head at him, leaning slightly against his chest and enjoying the quiet between you too.Ā
Itās go time.Ā
āWanna bite?ā Heās looking down at you and you nod sheepishly, leaning forward to meet him halfway when he moves his cone towards your mouth. Right when he reaches your lips he moves the cone an inch over and touches the ice cream against the corner of your mouth.Ā
Before you can reach for a napkin he grabs your wrist, smiling all innocent when you look at him with confusion in your eyes. āI got it, donāt worry.āĀ
And when he leans forward and moves his head down to be eye level with you, he smirks at the hitch in your breath when he leans forward and lets his tongue swipe over the sweetness there, his tongue catching the corner of your mouth.Ā
The spoon clatters on the table between you and he hasnāt moved, face just inches away from yours and his hand isnāt playing with your hair anymore, itās gripping the back of the booth so tight it hurts.Ā
āSteve..ā A breathless little plea leaves your now clean mouth and it takes everything in him not to go in for another taste. He pulls back just enough to watch your eyes flutter close and your head fall back to lay against his arm thatās still behind you. Thereās a shine on your cheek from his spit and heās so hard he can feel his heartbeat all through his body.Ā
Despite the cockiness running through him at the way youāve melted, his voice is quiet and breathless just like yours when he speaks where only you can hear him. āWhat? Just cleaning you up, messy girl.āĀ
He feels something cold on his hand and looks down to see his ice cream melting, spilling over the cone and running down his fingers. When he looks back he sees you staring at them too, a look in your eyes that has him reeling.Ā
If there wasnāt anyone else here heād have you lick his fingers clean, he can see the way youāre itching to do it.
But thereās more people coming into the shop and heās seconds away from dragging you into the bathroom so he needs to get you out of here, get into the fresh air and out of the little bubble youāve created.Ā
āYou ready, Stevie?ā He loves when you call him that, it makes his chest feel all warm and he just wants to nuzzle into you when you say it. He must have been staring at you, too busy thinking about how bad he wanted you to do anything else.Ā
He nods, sliding out of the booth and holding out his now clean hand to you, body buzzing when you take it and he feels your skin against his. You walk out and into the street and the breeze on his skin is a life saver.Ā
Your apartment is just two blocks away from the ice cream shop and the walk there is quiet, both of you thinking about his tongue so close to your mouth. His hand brushes yours as you walk and he feels his fingers twitch with the need to slip your hands together.Ā
āGood reward then?ā Itās you that breaks the silence and heās grateful, his heart racing in his chest despite the smug smirk heās wearing looking down at you.Ā
āOh baby, the best.ā
āāāāā
You and Steve spend about four days a week together at this point and youāre not convinced he even needs that much tutoring but you donāt complain. Youāll take any chance to spend some time with him.Ā
The two of you have also decided to forgo the library, taking turns having it at his place or yours and most times you work on actual school stuff for about half an hour before heās distracting you with a movie or a game or a promise of food.Ā
Itās been a few weeks since that day at the ice cream shop, where he licked the corner of your mouth and sent you spiraling. Having him that close was overwhelming enough, let alone feeling him on your skin.Ā
Since then things havenāt changed much, he teases you and sometimes you retaliate but oftentimes you just sit there red faced and let him enjoy how flustered he makes you. Heās still touchy and smug all the time, but hasnāt put his tongue anywhere near you since. Unfortunately.Ā
Tonight youāre both at your place, you lying out across your couch in a t-shirt and pajama shorts that really donāt fit you anymore but you refuse to get rid of. Steve is on the floor in front of you stretched out and scrolling through his phone while you switch between watching the tv and watching him.Ā
Heās been less like himself tonight, quiet and there's a little furrow between his brows that has you worried. By this point heād usually be wrapped around you, playing with your hair or rubbing at your neck. But heād barely touched you today, barely teased you and you wondered what had happened between yesterday and today that had him so out of sorts.Ā
Regardless of his mood, he takes time to admire the way your ass peaks out of the bottom of those shorts, his jaw clenching when he gets a peak at the smooth skin there. He can spot where your ass meets your thigh and he wants to bury his face there.Ā
You're pulled from your thoughts when he sits up, sitting his phone on the edge of the couch beside you and using your thigh to hoist himself off the ground. āBe right back, honey.āĀ
You just nod, stretching out your legs and trying to memorize how the heat of his palm felt gripping your skin. He goes to the bathroom, the click of the lock sounding out at the same time his phone lights up beside you.Ā
You donāt mean to look. Really, you planned to call out to him and go back to the shitty reality tv show that was playing in front of you but when you see a name you recognize you canāt help but to look.Ā
And you immediately regret it.Ā
Brooke: Are you still coming over tonight? Itās been over a month, I miss you.Ā
The blood drains from your body and you feel a pit so deep in your stomach you think you might be sick. You know Brooke, everyone knows Brooke. And you donāt keep up with that Steve does but heās spent most of his time with you for the last month, so you canāt help but wonder if the last time he saw her was the day of his first tutoring session.Ā
And that should make you feel a little better, should dull the raging jealousy coursing through you but it doesnāt. It doesnāt because from her text, heās already made plans to go over. Maybe this is why heās being so weird tonight, heās ready to go seeā¦her. And then youāre even more upset because it was your idea to hang out tonight and you wish he would have just said no because then you wouldnāt have seen this text and you wouldnāt feel like youāre about to cry.Ā
You and Steve werenāt together, hadnāt even gone on a date or kissed or been anything more than friends. But that doesnāt mean you havenāt developed this huge crush on him thatās taken over every part of your brain. And the teasing, the touches, they meant something to you.Ā
Maybe that was your mistake.Ā
Maybe heās that way with everyone and you read too much into it. Maybe youāve spent so much time together because he actually did need that much help with fucking algebra and stuck around because he felt like he owed you or something.Ā
In a matter of seconds your whole friendship was Steve was up in the air in front of you and you found yourself dissecting every interaction and graze of skin and now you just wanted to curl up into your bed and forget all of it.Ā
You liked him, a lot more than you would care to admit and for the first time since that first night, you felt uncomfortable being in the same place as him.Ā
The click of the bathroom lock snaps you from your spiral and you pull yourself off the couch, gathering up trash from the snacks youād eaten so you donāt have to look him in the eye. And you shouldnāt say anything, should pretend it didnāt happen and figure this out later but you canāt help but let the words slip out when he walks back into your living room.Ā
āGot a text while you were in the bathroom.ā He doesnāt say anything but doesnāt really have the chance because youāre rushing into the kitchen and deciding that now is the best time to do those dishes you meant to do before he came over.Ā
Hopefully heāll justā¦go. You know he wonāt but maybe that would be easier if you didnāt have to see him again tonight or smell him or touch him. The water is hot, too hot to be sticking your hands under but scrubbing at this plate is all thatās keeping the tears that are building from falling down your cheeks.Ā
āY/nā¦ā Heās behind you now, close enough that you can feel his presence and you know if you just took one step back youād be pressed up against his chest, youād feel the warmth that always comes from him. So you stay where you are, the edge of the sink digging into your stomach but you try and scoot closer to it anyways.Ā
A noncommittal hum is all he gets from you. You donāt move your head to look at him, you canāt because if you do youāre not sure you wonāt cry. And you canāt let him see you cry over something that was never there.Ā
āCan you look at me? Please?ā His voice is low and sweet, a hint of a plea in his tone that makes your insides twist painfully. You just shake your head, scrubbing at this plate so hard youāre worried it might snap in your grip.Ā
His hand is on your shoulder now and a shaky breath escapes your lips, the tears building behind your eyes and you will them away. There's nothing to cry over. Heās your friend. Thatās all. āIf you need to leave, thatās fine. Seriously itāsāyou can go if you want.ā Your voice cracks the slightest bit, but he notices. Of course he does.Ā
āSweetheart, look at me.āĀ
Your chest hurts at the endearment and you squeeze your eyes shut tight because you know heās wearing that puppy dog look he does so well. You know his eyes are round and full of concern, or even worse, pity. You know his bottom lip is jutting out in a pout and it makes you want to take the plate youāve scrubbed clean and smash it into a million pieces.Ā
If thereās one thing youāve learned about Steve, itās that he wonāt give in. Heāll stand behind you all night, miss his date with Brooke if thatās what it takes. He wonāt give up until youāre looking at him, but you donāt know why. Donāt know why he wants to see you upset. But you turn around anyways, cheeks blotchy and a sheen of tears ready to fall at any given moment.Ā
His lips part softly and his hands are hovering between you, not sure if he should reach over and touch you. āItās notāsheās notā¦I donāt want to leave.āĀ
āOkay.āĀ
āI donāt know why I even made the plans in the first place! Iād rather be here with you anyways.āĀ
āOkay.āĀ
Heās pacing in front of you now, hands fisted in his hair and he looks like heās freaking out, chewing on his bottom lip and mumbling under his breath while you just stand there and stare at your feet on the floor.Ā
āIāve just beenā¦my mind has been fucked lately and I donāt know what I even think anymore and I do stupid shit when I donāt know what do to.āĀ
āOkay, Steve.āĀ
āAre you just gonna keep saying okay?ā Heās stopped pacing, the stare heās wearing keeps you still in place against the sink and you feel like shrinking under his gaze.Ā
āWhat do you want me to say? If you want to go hang out with her, you can! Youāre an adult, Steve. You donāt have to spend all your time with me.āĀ
āBut I want to.ā Heart thudding hard in your chest you try to make sense of what heās saying, what heās not saying. Heās giving you something, dancing around what he wants to say and you wonāt give yourself false hope, wonāt read too far into this. Youāve become friends, best friends even and you donāt want to fuck that up.Ā
āThen stay.āĀ
You should talk about this, you know it and he knows it. You should get everything out in the open so thereās no more secret plans and unshed tears but you donāt. Instead he nods at you, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you so youāre nuzzled against his chest. Neither of you say anything, just sit there wrapped up in each other for who knows how long before he pulls back and tugs you to the living room, sitting down and pulling you into his side with no words spoken between you.Ā
The show drones on around you, but youāre not paying attention. Your mind is too busy, too many thoughts swirling around to even try and focus on anything but him. He sinks down further into the couch and you move with him, your head resting against his chest and his hand lying still on your hip.Ā
āMāsorry I made you sad. Never want to do that, youāre too pretty to cry over me, too sweet.āĀ
You just nod against him, closing your eyes and feeling the thump of his chest on your cheek. He doesnāt say anything else and youāre grateful.Ā
āāāā-
Itās been almost a week since that night in your apartment. A week since Steve got that text and you almost lost your shit. A week since you realized how deep your feelings for him actually ran.Ā
When you had woken up that next day Steve was still there, hand still on your hip with his head thrown back in what couldnāt be comfortable as he slept beside you. He woke up soon after and both of you justā¦pretended it hadnāt happened. The last week had been normal, so normal youād convinced yourself that night was some sort of glitch.Ā
Steve continued to spend most of his days with you, continued to flash those smug grins your way when he sees something inappropriate and you continue to flush under his stare, preen under his praise and stick to his side like glue.Ā
Thatās how you are now, sprawled under that same big tree Steve had come to apologize to you under all those weeks ago. Heās sitting up with his legs stretched out in front of him and your head is on his lap, Eddie beside you hunched over and working on something you canāt see, Robin beside Steve with a book sheās not reading in her hand.Ā
Heād also been spending more time with the three of you and it made your heart warm. All your favorite people getting along and hanging out.
āWe should all go to Lansdowne this weekend.ā That suggestion couldnāt have come from anyone but Steve. Eddie scrunches his nose at the thought immediately, tongue sticking out like it left a bad taste in his mouth. Robin groans like sheās physically pained by the thought.Ā
āNow donāt sound too excited.ā Lansdowne was a little pub near Fenway Park that Steve was obsessed with. They usually had live music and were packed to the brim with bodies every weekend. Robin and Eddie despised it, always too crowded for their liking.Ā
āIāll go, Steve. But youāre buying my first drink.āĀ
āThatās my girl!ā He patted your head like you were a puppy, grin wide as he turned to stick out his tongue at Eddie and Robin who just rolled their eyes dramatically and went back to ignoring whatever Steve would ramble on about next.Ā
Neither of you noticed the way Eddie and Robin watched you, knowing smiles on both their faces as they took the sight of you two in. They watched Steve brush your hair out of your face, a look of fondness on his face that Robin hasnāt seen him show anyone before. They watch you snuggle into him, content and comfort written all over your features.Ā
āāāā-
There was a small bit of regret about quickly agreeing to go out with Steve. Friday came before you knew it and you were tired, so tired from a long week of school and work. It seemed like everything that could have gone wrong this week, did and it had you mentally and physically drained.Ā
The temptation to text Steve and bail was clawing at you, but you couldnāt. Usually spending time with him was something that made you feel better, so you hoped that was the case tonight.Ā
It was nice out, not too hot but just warm enough to indulge in summer clothes. Dressing up for tonight was out of the question, you needed to be comfy if you were going to be squished against sweaty bodies and pulled through big crowds.Ā
That was how you found yourself now, tucked into Steveās side at the bar at 11pm with a short denim skirt snug around your hips that youād found in the back of your drawer and a cropped pink t-shirt that molded to your chest. A few inches of skin showed above your skirt and the feel of Steveās palm resting there had you blushing already.Ā
You were both three drinks in, a nice buzz in your veins that had you giggling into his chest without embarrassment. When youād seen him tonight, you knew you were going to need some liquid reinforcements to survive. Heād been wearing a dark green button up that he left undone, tight white tank top underneath that showed the outline of his chest. A pair of light wash denim jeans cinched around his waist with a belt.Ā
There might have been an audible gulp at the sight of him, but with three dirty shirleyās pumping through you, you eyed him up without care, taking in every inch of him with a palpable hunger.Ā
His breath is hot against your skin when he leans down to try and whisper in your ear, but ends up talking much louder than he meant to. āForgot to mention itās karaoke night.āĀ
āI am not participating in that.āĀ
That little frown he does when he doesnāt get his way pops up, lips pouted at you like youād stolen his candy. āWhy not?āĀ
āBetween the two of us youāre the rockstar, Harrington, not me.āĀ
Before he could open his mouth to argue, someone called his name from across the bar, a man holding a clipboard that looked less than impressed with his job. Somehow in the short time youād been here Steve had gotten his name down on the list for karaoke without you knowing, and it was his turn now.Ā
He gave you a quick wink that had you almost melting before him, a small smirk as he squeezed your shoulder and started to push his way through the crowds of people. āEyes on me, baby.āĀ
Liked youād be able to look anywhere else.Ā
You watch him hop up on the small stage thatās only a few feet tall, no hint of nervousness on his face as he smiles at the small crowd thatās paying attention to him. Thereās lights focused on him and you think he was made to be in the spotlight with how good he looks up there. Youāre somewhere in the middle of the crowd but he spots you easily, winking before he strips off his button down, tossing it to the side of him.Ā
The sight of him up there with his tank top tucked nicely into his jeans does little to help with the fuzziness you were already feeling from the drinks. Youāre careful not to drool at his arms on display, bulging slightly when he lifts them to grip his hands around the mic.Ā
āHello, Boston!āĀ
Youād think this was his personal show the way the crowd cheered back at him, encouraging what you know was nothing but mischievous behavior. Heās getting the attention of more of the bar the longer he stands up there and you canāt blame them, heās a sight to see.Ā
āYou all look beautiful tonight!āĀ
A laugh bubbles out of you when the beginning notes of Mr. Brightside by the Killers boom from the speakers behind him, not sure why you expected anything else from him.Ā
Heās practically bouncing on his heels as he sings the first few notesāand so is his hair. But your laughter and amusement is quickly replaced by something fiery and strong that builds in your stomach as you watch him.Ā
His hands are wrapped around the microphone in front of him, eyes screwed shut when he gets to the chorus and you feel like youāre on fire. During a pause his head is thrown back, throat bobbing for everyone to see and you try to trace the beads of sweat running down his throat from your spot in the middle of the bar.Ā
When he starts singing againāand fuck heās goodāhis eyes are open and on yours, coming so close to the microphone you can see the way his lips pucker against it on certain notes and youāre thankful itās so packed in here, the people around you keeping you from falling to the ground.Ā
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside
About seven feet are between you but with the bright lights shining on him you watch in awe as his raspberry lips wrap around the words and his tongue swipes out and darts across them every few seconds. He looks ethereal on that stage, hair slicked back from running his fingers through it and hips rocking side to side in time with the beat.Ā
His voice is pure silk and honey, like he was born to sing this song and it has your heart racing so fast in your chest itās hard to catch your breath. Heās jumping around, putting on a noteworthy performance while the patrons around you yell and dance with him.Ā
Every once in a while his nose bumps against the mic and you canāt get over how alluring he looks with his lips grazing the mic. Heās captivating, stealing the attention of almost everyone in the room now and your heart swells in your chest.Ā
It takes you a second longer to realize the song has ended, cheers and hollering making your ears ring as he basks in the attention on stage. You can see that cocky smirk from here, his eyes dark and cheeks red as he blows you a kiss when he catches your eyes again.Ā
Maybe you could use another drink after all.Ā
Ā āāāāā
Steve was sweaty from karaoke, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck, button up heād been wearing thrown somewhere and he was sure heād never see it again. The tank top he wore was clinging to his skin and he wished he could peel it off, the stickiness in the air of the bar doing nothing to cool him down.Ā
But he saw the way you watched him up there, your eyes trained on his mouth or his hands the whole time and it made him feel electric. The way you licked your lips like he was your next meal could have him on his knees for you in an instant.Ā
Heād lost you when he got off the small stage, eyes searching through the crowd and sighing in relief when he finds you standing by the bar, chin in your palm as you swirl your drink around.Ā
That relief is short-lived when he sees some douche come up beside you, a charming grin plastered on his face and his eyes dark as he takes you in. Steve sees red when he places one of his hands on your waist, his palm touching your bare skin since youād chosen a crop top for tonight.Ā
Possessiveness stirs in his belly, hands fisted at his side at the laugh you give him. Itās fake, he can tell, but it still makes his jaw clench uncomfortably.Ā
Youāre not interested in this guy, he can see that. Youāve leaned back enough to create some space between the two of you and your eyes dart around the bar quickly and he knows youāre looking for him.Ā
Little did you know that even if you werenāt looking for him, heād still be there. Heād always be there. Couldnāt keep himself away from you even if he wanted to, which he didnāt. Heād become addicted to your strawberry scent and your sweet little giggles. Heād become addicted to you.Ā
Itās when this asshole lifts his hand to brush a piece of your hair away from your face that Steve starts to move, shoulders shoving through the crowd with ease and he sees the way your body relaxes when you catch sight of him heading towards you.Ā
The thought of someone else touching your skin, feeling how smooth it is and how it warms up under their touch has him gritting his teeth. His jaw twitches thinking about you looking up at someone besides him with stars in your eyes.Ā
When heās within reach he lays his hand on your exposed thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh there and placing a quick kiss on your forehead. āTold ya Iād be right back, doll.ā He doesnāt acknowledge the man beside him, eyes focused on yours.Ā
Your thighs clamp shut around his hand and a devious smirk plays on his lips at the feeling. āWhoās this?ā He cocks his head towards the man that had been trying to talk to you, not looking his way but finally acknowledging his presence. Douchebag is still there, watching the scene unfold in front of him with little amusement.Ā
āI-I donāt know. We were just talking.ā Steve hums at you, eyes drinking in the little drops of sweat rolling down your neck and down your shirt. Heās itching to lean forward and collect them on his tongue, to taste any part of you he can get his hands on.Ā
You yelp when his fingers pinch at your inner thigh, hands coming up to grip his forearm in surprise. He doesnāt miss the way your hips shifted forward though, searching for his touch instinctively.Ā
āDonāt want these boys talking to you, do you?ā Heās leaning closer to you but still talking loud enough that the prick who canāt take a hint can hear him. You shake your head quickly and he smiles. āItās because youāre my girl, isn't it baby? Want them to know youāre mine to take home, mine to play with, mine to keep.āĀ
At this point heās not even talking for the benefit of saving you from some creep in a bar, you both know that. Heās not just staking his claim so theyāll leave you alone, heās telling you the truth, what you both already know but refuse to talk about. Heās yours as much as you are his. Itās been that way for weeks.Ā
For him itās been that way since you ripped him a new one, tore into him for being an asshole with your big round eyes that twitched in anger at his attitude.Ā
Youāre nodding at him with blown out eyes, thighs still keeping his hand trapped between them. The guy youād been talking to is long gone but neither of you seem to notice or care.Ā
āSo say it.ā His lips are tilted in a smirk, knowing eyes watching you shift and squirm under his stare. He feels himself thickening in his pants, head of his cock pressed up against the zipper painfully but he doesnāt care. Heād stand here in pain all night if you kept looking at him like that.Ā
āIām your girl.āĀ
His chest swells with pride, grinning down at you and watching you just eat up the unsaid praise. Youāre blooming under his gaze, chest puffing out the slightest bit and his mouth waters.Ā
Itās hard to breathe when youāre looking at him like that. His stomach feels tight and a feeling he canāt quite describe takes over. He wants to feel your skin on his, to taste you, smell you, anything youāll give him. But he also feels like he could be sick, just looking at you being too much for him right now.Ā
He uses his thumb to tap on your thigh so youāll open them for him, pulling his hand out and tugging on your wrist to pull you back to the middle of the dance floor. Your obedience thrills him, makes his spine tingle and heart race. He shouldāve known you were a good girl, the best one really. You donāt even question him as he grips your hips in his hand, pulling you flush against him while the music booms around you.Ā
Neither of you are really moving, just standing there pressed together while bodies push and move around you. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer so that he can lean down and talk in your ear where youāll hear him.Ā
āSaw the way you were watching me up on the stage earlier.āĀ
Your hands are clinging to his shirt and he feels your grip tighten, smiling knowingly against your ear. He loved the way you watched him, the way your eyes never left him like you were mesmerized.Ā
āYou looked good up there, like a natural.āĀ
āYeah?āĀ
āHmm, my rockstar.āĀ
The praise shoots down his spine and makes his body buzz. Heās watching the way your hair flows over your shoulder and he wants to tug on it, make your head fall back and expose your throat to him.Ā
You pressed against him mixed with the sticky air surrounding you is too much, his head feels fuzzy and heās seconds away from biting on your lips and licking into your mouth.Ā
āLetās get out of here.āĀ
āāāāāāā
In hindsight, deciding to take the train at 1 am on a Friday night was a stupid idea. Anyone and everyone in the city chose that time to pile on. For a second youāre worried youāll lose Steve in the crowd of people but a few seconds later you feel his fingers slip through yours and tug you to his side.Ā
āCanāt risk losing my precious cargo.āĀ
The ringing in your ears is either from the feel of his skin touching yours or the tell tale screech of the train approaching. When it pulls up in front of you, your cringe at how crowded it already is, forehead covered in a sheen of sweat before you even step on. The doors open and Steve is pulling you through the bunches of people, tugging you through and moving you to stand in front him when he sees an opening.Ā
Your back is pressed against the opposing doors and you sigh in relief at the coolness it provides. That relief is short lived when you peek over Steveās shoulder to see more people piling on. He presses closer to you to make room and your heart thuds harshly against your chest.Ā
His feet are spread slightly to be on either side of yours, arms over your head to hold on to the railing and it feels like heās caging you in. Heās pressed up against you completely, your chin touching his chest and lips hover near your forehead.Ā
It doesnāt help that his arms are on full display, button up he was wearing long gone since before karaoke and instead adorned in a white tank top thatās like a second skin. Itās hugging his chest and waist and itās taking everything in you not to lean forward and nip at his arm.Ā
And then youāre thinking about how he looked on stage. Pure sex as he captivated the crowd with his effortless charm and talent. You think you could watch him like that forever.Ā
Fuck. All you could feel was him, his breath on your skin and his body keeping yours snug against the doors. Youāre not sure you could even move, not that you wanted to. Tilting your head back an inch you look up at him, eyes glancing over his strawberry mouth thatās tilted into a smirk, looking up further to see how heās watching you closely.Ā
Honey eyes staring into yours scream mischief and when you breathe in you feel your knees falter, a sweetness washing over your senses. Just the smell of him was enough to have your skin tingling, hints of cherry and vanilla from where you were practically nuzzled against his throat.Ā
Your hand was wrapped tightly against the pole in front of you and the feel of the cool metal against your palm did little to help with the heat you felt burning through your chest. The train lurched forward and the hand that was dangling by your side shot out to fist at the fabric of Steveās shirt. The fucking white tank top he was wearing.Ā
āEager, are we?ā His tone was teasing and when you took a quick glance down to see a sliver of his stomach showing where you had his shirt tight in your grasp, your thighs squeezed together involuntarily.Ā
āOh please.You just happened to be the closest thing to me, Harrington.āĀ
He feigned offense, knowing smirk never leaving his face and you stifled a groan when you felt his stomach twitch against your hand. You thought that if you had to be pressed against him for much longer you might just pass out.Ā
When you look up to see you still have a few stops before yours, you release your grip on his shirt and try not to notice the disappointment that floods through you when your hold on him is gone. He seems to notice too, eyebrows furrowing for a split second before his expression goes back and heās smiling down at you again.Ā
āYa know,ā He tilts his head to the side like heās wondering about something important but his expression holds nothing good. āYou look good like this, pressed up against me all flushed and pretty.āĀ
Arousal seeps down your spine and curls around your belly like a boa constrictor, your throat all of a sudden dry and you canāt seem to do anything but blink up at him.Ā
āGoing dumb already? You really are precious cargo.āĀ
You have about an ounce of self control left and thatās what keeps you from letting a whimper slip into the sticky air between you. You know he can read your emotions on your face but you try and school your features anyways, lifting your leg thatās trapped between his and pressing your weight down on his foot.Ā
It just makes his sickly sweet smile even bigger and your breath hitches when he leans down to press his lips against the shell of your ear. You dig your fingertips into your palm when he lets his tongue swipe against his bottom lip and it catches your skin as it does.Ā
āTrying to hurt me, baby? Why donāt you bite me next? Pretty please?ā He brings his hand up between you as he talks, uses his thumb to swipe at your bottom lip and if you werenāt on the fucking train youād part your lips for him and take his thumb into your mouth. You think you want that a little too much to be so close to him right now.Ā
For the first time since youāve moved here, the train is your saving grace. The doors pull open and the cool air of the night hits you, breaking you from whatever little trance Steve had put you under. It clears out enough that he can step to your side now, giving you some much needed space to try and get yourself together.Ā
The chatter around you has died down and while you feel marginally more in control of yourself, the smell of Steve and the feel of his arm brushing against yours beside you is enough to keep you on your toes.Ā
āCooling down over there?āĀ
āYes actually, no thanks to you.āĀ
He shrugs his shoulders innocently and if he hadnāt just been whispering in your ear about liking the pain then you might actually believe the sweet look he was wearing on his face. āOops.āĀ
The next stop is yours and while youāre trying to figure out if Steve is coming with you or if youāre gonna have to figure out some weird goodbye, heās already five steps ahead. When the train comes to a stop and the doors open heās grabbing your hand again and pulling you out of the train and into the breeze that cools the sweat on your neck.Ā
āMāgonna walk you home, okay?ā You nod wordlessly, letting your hands swing gently between you as you make your way through the now quiet streets. Everyone is either deep into the city until the bars close or already tucked away in their beds after a long work week. Few people litter the streets but you donāt hear much besides the buzz of the train pulling away and the soft hum coming from the person beside you.Ā
It doesnāt take long before you reach your building nestled in between two others that look just like it and while you fumble through your bag for your keys you feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.Ā
āYouāve been awfully quiet since we left the bar.āĀ
A noncommittal hum is all you give him and heās not a fan of that, reaching forward and plucking your apartment key from between your fingers before you even register whatās happening. You reach out automatically but heās pulling back and out of your reach.Ā
āWhy?āĀ
āWhy what?ā You know what heās asking and youāre just making this harder for the both of you but heās had you so on edge since he got on stage and was allā¦rockstar and sex that youāre scared about what might come out of your mouth if youāre not careful.Ā
āWhy have you been so quiet since we left the bar?āĀ
āNot much to say I guessā¦ā
āBullshit.āĀ
You blink at him owlishly, lips parted in surprise but you canāt deny the little tingle that starts at your toes and makes its way up your body at him calling you out. āExcuse me?ā Your voice sounds pathetic and breathless to your own ears at this point so you can only imagine how you look to Steve right now.Ā
āI call bullshit. Donāt think I havenāt seen the way you blush every time you make eye contact or you look at my arms,ā Fuck he caught you. āOr the way you clench those pretty thighs everytime I whisper in your ear or get a little too close to you.āĀ
Your chest is rising and falling harshly and if he wasnāt taking up every inch of your brain right now youād be embarrassed by how he had you panting at him. Any confusion he had vanishes and you curse yourself for being so easy for him to read. Like a fucking open book.Ā
āOh thatās it. Scared of what might come out of that pouty little mouth, arenāt you? You listen to me talk to you all sweet and dirty and it just makes you all dumb, doesnāt it? Sācute. Youāre cute.ā
āShut up! Youā¦you idiot.ā It was a weak attempt at a comeback and you felt yourself scrunch your nose at yourself while Steve chuckled. He stepped closer, his hands on his hips as he looked down at you.Ā
āThatās the best you got?ā You were toe to toe nowāliterallyāand you felt yourself shrinking under his gaze. You hated how good he was at making you squirm, how you felt his words on your skin like standing under the sun in the summer heat. But most of all you despised that you didnāt hate it at all.
āYouāre an asshole, you know that? A big one.āĀ
He flashed his teeth at you, hand going up to his chest like your words hurt him. āOooh there ya go, thatās a little better. But if youāre gonna call me names, Iāve got some you can try. How about daddāā
āSteve!ā You practically hissed at him, smacking his shoulder and huffing like a child at the way he laughed loudly at your expense. He laughed so hard there were little crinkles in the corner of his eyes, grin so big his dimples popped out and you had to stop yourself from poking at it.Ā
āAlright, alright. No need to get violent, baby. At least take me to dinner first.ā Rolling your eyes you snatched your key from him while he was occupied, turning to your door and muttering under your breath. Asshole. Jerk. Moron. Hot. Hot. Hot.Ā
He laid his hand on your shoulder softly to get your attention and when you turned back he was rolling his lips together, trying to keep his amusement at bay for your sake. He had a way of doing that youād noticed, looking like a little puppy dog when he wanted to. You hated how much it worked.Ā
āMādone, I swear. For tonight at least. Thanks for coming out with me, I had a lot of fun.āĀ
āI did too, even if youāre a pest.āĀ
āOh cāmon, you love it.ā I do. God I love it so much itās kind of sick.Ā
āIn your dreams, Harrington,ā You knew you set yourself up when he opened his mouth, that gleam in his eye that meant nothing but trouble. You beat him to it though, and the little pout he wore made you melt. āText me when you get home safe, okay? And thanks for walking me home.āĀ
āAnytime, sweetheart.āĀ
Reaching up like he was going to sweep you hair out of your eyes, he mustāve changed his mind because he pinched your cheek instead, laughing to himself when you grumbled at him and smacked his hand away.Ā
Youād watched as he walked away, watched until you couldnāt see him anymore before you finally went inside, trudging up the stairs to your apartment and feeling your nerves settle once you were finally alone.
It was like you could breathe again, that ache youād felt all night still thumping but more dull now than it had been in his presence. You finally felt cool and relaxed. Until your phone buzzed about twenty minutes later.Ā
Steve: Made it home safe and sound. Not a scratch on me.
Steve: Well besides the ones you left on me when you were pawing at me on the train!Ā
Y/n: Idiot!Ā
Steve: We really need to work on expanding your vocabulary. Maybe I could tutor you. :)
Steve: Whoops I meant ;), itās hard to type one handed.Ā
You gasped and you swear youād just burst into flames from how hot your face felt staring down at your phone. Was heā¦he wouldnāt. But did you mind if he did? No. Fuck, no. But you couldnāt just let him know that.Ā
Y/n: Steve Harrington you are sick!Ā
Steve: What?? Iām eating cereal and texting you! Trying to multitask here.Ā
Steve: Get your mind out of the gutter you filthy girl.Ā
Heād played you and you took the bait so easily! At this point you should know heād take any opportunity to embarrass you, you both knew you loved it. He loved getting you all flushed and squirmy and you loved pretending like it didnāt light you up inside.Ā
Now you were thinking about him touching himself, your thighs sore from squeezing together and your heart racing. You wanted to know how he looked doing it, what he sounded likeā¦Jesus Christ you needed to get a grip. It wasnāt until your phone buzzed in your hand that you realized you hadnāt texted him back.Ā
Steve: Your cheeks are all hot, arenāt they?
Oh fuck off.Ā
Y/n: No! They have no reason to be!Ā
Steve: Oh they definitely are. Youāre all hot and bothered thinking about me only using one hand to text you. Youāve got a dirty mind!
He was taunting you, you knew that. Baiting you and wrapping it up with a nice shiny bow. And youād take it every time.Ā
Y/n: You knew what you were doing! You set me up.Ā
Steve: Little olā me? As if Iād ever do such a thing! Iām offended youād even suggest that.Ā
Just imagining the shit eating grin he was wearing riled you up even more, your blood pumping and your fingers twitching as you typed furiously back to him.Ā
Y/n: Playing innocent wonāt work with me, Harrington. I know your tricks and they only make my cheeks red because they piss me off! Go fuck yourself, idiot!Ā
Steve: You wanna watch? ;)Ā
You thought about throwing your phone at the wall, watching it smash into a thousand tiny pieces and letting every trace of that arrogant, smug, hot asshole wash away. But you were not so secretly relishing in the back and forth, your tummy a ball of excitement.Ā
Y/n: In your dreams.Ā
His reply was instant and it made you fist your bed sheets tight, toes curling in your socks and if you were standing youād be sure to fall to your knees.Ā
Steve: Oh you know it, baby.Ā
Steve: Maybe next time. Youāve been a dirty girl calling me all those mean names. Come kiss it better?
When a picture came in seconds after his last reply you dropped your phone to your bed, eyes wide and pulse thumping in your ears as you took in the image before you.Ā
Steve lying on his bed, shirtless. He was lying against his navy blue pillowcase, one arm thrown behind his head and he showed just enough of his torso for you to see a patch of chest hair that made your fingernails dig so deep into your palm you were surprised you didnāt draw blood. His hair was tousled like heād tugged at it and his mouth held the most perfect little pout. You assumed thatās what you were supposed to be kissing better.Ā
It had been several minutes since youād moved so it didnāt make sense why your breathing was so heavy and why there was sweat gathering at the base of your neck. All you could think of was leaving your mark over his chest and shoulders, deep purple spots that you know heād wear with a proud smile on his face.Ā
If he could see you nowā¦youād never hear the end of it.Ā
Y/n: Meh.Ā
He must have been sitting there waiting for your reply, the three little dots popping up almost instantly after you hit send.Ā
Steve: Meh????Ā
Steve: It took you 10 minutes to reply with meh??
Steve: Liar.Ā
A sick satisfaction coursed through you and you felt a small sense of victory reading his replies. If you didnāt know any better youād say Steve was a little upset at your lack of reaction.Ā
Y/n: It took me 10 minutes because I wasnāt waiting by my phone for your reply. And Iām not a liar, just not overly impressed.Ā
You were a liar. A huge lying liar who was only able to do this over text because if he was in front of youād have been stumbling over your words and blushing like an idiot.Ā
And that little victory you had lasted all of 2 minutes because when your phone started ringing, that ball of dread from forever ago came barreling back into you harder and faster than before.Ā
Pressing accept you held the phone up to your ear and tried to get your breathing under control. You were gonna blow your cover quickly if you didnāt.Ā
āH-hello?āĀ
āNot impressed, hm?ā There was an edge to his voice, one you didnāt recognize but it had a sense of sternness, of authority that had your hands twitching in your lap.Ā
āNope. Sorry.ā The words practically squeaked out of you, the less you said the better when it came to Steve. If you spoke too much heād be able to know what you were thinking, he probably already did. You swore he had some magical powers or something.Ā
āReally? And youāre sure? I only ask because earlier just looking at my arms had you panting like a dog at my feet.āĀ
Your face burned with humiliation and you cursed yourself for the way it turned you on. Fuck. Any control you had was quickly unraveling and falling apart in front of you.Ā
āSteve, Iāā
āBecause when it took you so long to reply, you know what I thought? I thought youād slipped your hand into your panties like some perv. That was my theory, but I can admit it when Iām wrong.āĀ
āI-I wasnāt! Iām not I justāā
āBut you thought about it, didnāt you?āĀ
And well of course you had. How could you not when he looked like he did and when you could practically hear him in your ear whispering filthy, teasing things.Ā
You pictured him now, standing at the foot of your bed with his shirt off and his hands on his hips. How heād shake his head at you, scolding you like a teacher scolding their student for not doing their homework. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he riles you up and it leaves you reeling.Ā
āI, well Iāā
āJust a yes or no, doll. Did you think about it?āĀ
āYes.ā It comes out in a whisper, hanging in the air and you should want to take it back, to tell him no and hang up but you donāt. You sit there and bask in it, the embarrassment, the arousal. You sit and wait for him to give you somethingālike a dog waiting for a treat.Ā
āThatās what I thought. Now that weāve got that settled, Iām beat! Youāve kept me up far past my bedtime. Goodnight, perv. Iāll talk to you tomorrow.āĀ
Before you can get a word out, a plea or a curse or anything heās hanging up the phone and leaving you with your mouth hanging open and an ache so intense it makes your head spin.Ā
Idiot. Asshole. Jerk. Hot. Hot. Hot.Ā
Heās left you speechless, sitting there still on your bed with your phone in your hand and your mind running a thousand miles a minute. Youāre aching and wet, embarrassingly wet, and you feel a need for him so deep in your bones itās making you feel insane.Ā
A knock on your front door startles you, itās harsh and quick and your pulse spikes immediately. Holding your phone in your hand you make your way through the living room, a seed of worry nestled in your stomach because who would be here knocking on your door at almost 3 am.Ā
Who besides Steve, of course.Ā
Just as youāre moving close to look through the peephole, he calls your name from the other side of the door. Excitement pools low in your belly, hairs on your arm standing tall at the promise of him just inches away. Pulling open the door youāre met with the same Steve youād left just a short time ago, but now heās wearing a pair of basketball shorts that hang low on his hips and his hair is still damp from the shower youāre sure heās taken. A pink t-shirt is stretched over his broad shoulders and thereās a simple silver chain hanging around his neck.Ā
How does he always look this good? You donāt say anything, opting to step to the side and allow him through and he steps in wordlessly, giving your arm a squeeze when he passes by.Ā
Closing the door behind him, you watch as he makes his way to your room and you stand there dumbfounded, wondering what the fuck is going on and why he hasnāt said a word to you after showing up at your door at 3 am.Ā
Following him is a simple choice, one that leads you to your room to see Steve sitting on the edge of your bed with his legs spread wide, hands behind him flat on the comforter while he leans back the slightest bit. Heās stunning and it has you fighting the urge to sing to your knees on the carpet in front of him.Ā
It feels like a staring contest between the two of you. But instead of looking in your eyes, Steve is letting his gaze run over your body. Youāre in an oversize shirt that reaches about mid thigh, nothing underneath but a pair of panties that Steve ruined hours ago.Ā
He finally meets your eyes, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth that makes you feel jittery. āW-what are you doing here?ā You canāt help but to stumble over your words when heās looking at you like that. Like he could take a bite out of you.Ā
āWhat do you think?āĀ
āMissed me already, Harrington?āĀ
āAlways.ā Some of the smugness he carries with him has melted away with the admission and it makes your heart swell in your chest. The thought of him missing you provides a surge of warmth through your body.Ā
āI missed you too,ā Your voice is timid, his stare making you feel exposed to him, ābut I thought you were going to bed.āĀ
āWell that was my plan, but I couldnāt fall asleep knowing you were over here making a mess because of me and not come help clean it up.āĀ
Your toes curl into the carpet below you and you hope it will be able to ground you a little when you feel soā¦you donāt even know what you feel. Your stomach is twisting and your palms are sweaty and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.Ā
One of his hands lifts to motion you forward and you do so without hesitation, your feet carrying you to him instantly. When you get close enough you go to get on your knees instinctively and he stops you with a small, proud smile. āNo, no, Iām here to take care of you, baby.ā And while the notion fills you with excitement, you canāt help but feel a little upset that you wonāt get to put your mouth on him.Ā
And of course this just makes him smile even bigger, eyes bright as he takes in your frown and canāt help but shake his head at you.Ā
āBefore we do anything I justā¦I want you to know I care about you, yeah? This isnāt some one night thing for me. I want everyday with you, everyday that youāll give me.āĀ
āI care about you too, Steve. I think that was obvious when I scrubbed all the paint off that plate after I saw that text on your phone,ā He huffs a small laugh at you, hands settled on your hips, āYouāve become such an important part of my life and IāI like you a lot, even when youāre mean to me.āĀ
He scoffs like the idea is foreign, playful glint in his eye the whole time and it drives you crazy. He has that look, the one that tells you heās about to say something that will either make you hit him or drop back down to your knees.Ā
āCome give daddy a kiss then.āĀ
Itās the former, hand coming up to smack at his chest hard despite the way the name makes your stomach clench and your spine tingle. He just laughs, loud and steady, pulling you down onto his lap and smashing his lips against yours.Ā
His lips are just as soft as youād dreamed about, full and slick with spit and you feel yourself pulse when he smiles into the kiss. His nose bumps with yours, his hands sliding from your waist to your hair and letting his fingers tug and pull while you push closer to him.Ā
āFuckāyou taste so good.ā You donāt even realize the words come from you until you feel Steve groan against you, tongue sweeping across your bottom lip as if to taste you too.Ā
When you finally have to pull back for air, your forehead is pressed against his and you both try and catch your breath. He looks like a dream, mouth shiny and swollen, eyes glazed over as he takes you in. He tastes sweet, the kind of taste you crave at the end of the day or when you need a pick me up. Or just because.Ā
Heās shifted back a little so youāre not hanging off him and the edge of the bed, your thighs wrapped around his hips and your chests almost touching from how close you are. Heās tugging at the ends of your shirt, trying to pull it off but itās trapped between your thighs and his. You lean up just enough for him to pull it free, tugging it over your head with ease.Ā
What youāve managed to forget in the heat of the moment, what Steve doesnāt know but is quick to find out is the little secret no one but Robin knows aboutāand she only knows because you needed moral support.Ā
āOh holy fuck,ā Youāve never seen his eyes so wide and his mouth is dropped open so big itās almost kind of scary. Somehow youād forgotten your nipples were pierced, maybe it was from Steve kissing you stupid, youāre not sure. But heās looking at your tits now like heās got gold in front of him.Ā
Your mouth opens to tease him but before you can speak heās moving his hand to cover your mouth, eyes never leaving your boobs and you have to laugh against him.Ā
āDonātāyou canāt say a thing right now or Iāll cum in my pants.ā He sounds so serious, so pained that you whine against his hand all greedy and impatient. āJesus fuckinā Christ. Prettiest tits Iāve ever seen, doll. Think I could cum from just lookinā at em for too long.āĀ
You nod eagerly against his hand, the idea of that turning you on even more than you thought possible. He finally removes his hand but only because he canāt hold out on touching you any longer. His palms come up to cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and you sigh in relief at the feeling of his touch. He uses two fingers to tug gently at the little silver barbell that runs through them, watching your face for your reaction and you donāt disappoint. Your mouth falls open, a small moan slipping out and your hands grip his shoulders tight.Ā
āFuck me. God youāre perfect, so pretty and sweet for me. Shit, mālosing my goddamn mind here, baby.ā Half his words are almost slurred, attention moving between your tits and your face as he tugs and thumbs at your nipples. The furrow in his brow makes him look genuinely concerned and you throb at the thought of him being so mesmerized by you.Ā
Heās so occupied with your pretty tits in his face he doesnāt notice when you slide back a little, a few inches of space between you now. Youāve been soaked and aching for far too long and you think if he doesnāt touch you in the next few seconds you might cry.Ā
You move one of your hands to grab his, tugging it from your nipple and sliding it down between you to press against the front of your panties. Theyāre messy, your thighs sticky and you hope he understands your not so subtle hint.Ā
He does, cursing at the feel of how wet and hot you are even through the thin layer separating him from you. āPoor thing, didnāt even know someone could be this messy.ā Your hips shift, desperately trying to get his fingers to catch on your clit. āWho made you this desperate, huh? Was it that prick from the bar?āĀ
Youāre shaking your head but itās not enough for him, hand moving away and you gasp, pulling it back and giving him what he wants. āYou. Itās youāyou did this to me.āĀ
Instead of saying anything he dips his fingers past the band of your panties, both of you groaning at the contact. He circles your clit twice, thighs twitching around him before heās dipping down to your sopping hole, teasing his finger there before swiping through your slit to collect some of the slick thatās there.Ā
You want to whine when he pulls his hand out but it fades away at the sight of his glistening fingers, how he studies them for a minute before slipping them into his mouth and humming in content.Ā
āWay better than mint chocolate chip.āĀ
Next thing you know heās slipping his hand back between you, the imprint of his knuckles against your panties hot enough to make you drool down his chest.Ā
Thumb pressed to your clit he moves in slow circles, just enough pressure to make you need more, pressing down onto his hand and trying to swivel your hips. āWant you, Steve. Need you.āĀ
āI know baby, gotta stretch you out first.ā At the same time heās speaking heās slipping his middle finger inside of you with no resistance and itās not enough. Itās like he has a connection to your mind, slipping another finger in immediately and you feel that ache start to untangle itself the slightest bit.Ā
With two of his much larger fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit, you already feel the signs of an orgasm building deep in your belly. You feel that burn all over, grinding down onto him in search of that pressure thatāll make your eyes roll back. Itās when he curls his fingers that you lurch forward, face nuzzling his neck as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision blur.Ā
āS-steve..ā Youāre almost there already, walls clamping down on his fingers and holding them inside while he speeds up on your clit. Thereās a twitch in your thighs that he noticed, hushed praises in your ear when that string begins to fray, threatening to snap in seconds.Ā
And then it stops.Ā
Thereās no more curling his fingers and his thumb is still on your clit. You pull back just enough to curse at him, his hand wet and sticky with evidence of just how much you were enjoying that. But when you see his face you know youāre fucked. Heās got that shine in his eyes that screams trouble, a devious little smirk on his lips as he watches the frustration build behind your eyes.Ā
āSomething to say, sweetheart?ā Heās taunting you, daring you to curse at himābut you donāt. You canāt fathom the idea of him taking this all away so you remain quiet, shaking your head at him and hoping your obedience will pay off soon. He nods at you as if to say āthatās what I thoughtā, hand coming up to tuck your face back into the crook of his neck as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you again.Ā
Youāre glad he canāt see the way your cheeks turn bright red because you can hear how wet you are, the small little noise it makes every time he drives his fingers back into has you pressing further into him. He has goosebumps on skin from the feel of your hot breath against his throat from where youāre practically panting, little open mouthed kisses left for as far as you can reach.Ā
It doesnāt take long before that feeling is building back up, stronger than before and you curse against his skin. āSnug little cunt, greedy for it, isnāt she?ā You think you chant a whispered āyesā into him but you canāt be sure, overwhelmed by the tight, quick circles heās rubbing on your swollen clit and the wave of pleasure you feel beginning to wash over you.Ā
And then it stops again.Ā
This time you canāt help the whine that slips out, hands fisting his t-shirt as you writhe in his lap. He chuckles in your ear, smooth and teasing and it makes you mortified when you feel yourself drip down his hand at his meanness.Ā
āYou can handle one more time, yeah? Then Iāll give you my cock.ā The promise of finally being full of him is enough to push down your frustrations, eagerness and excitement taking over. He lets you get away with a nod, picking up a faster pace than before and you think itās not for you, but that his patience is wearing thin.Ā
Heās rubbing harshly against that sponges spot inside of you with every pass of his fingers, your mouth dropped open with no sound coming out as you try and hold off. Itās too much, too intense and you feel lightheaded at how every nerve in your body is lit up and buzzing.
But apparently he knows your body better than you do, stopping just seconds before you begin to tip over and your shoulders sag in relief and annoyance at the same time.Ā
āPlease, please.ā Theyāre quiet little pleas that he can't even hear but can feel against his skin and he coos at you. Itās condescending and should piss you off but instead has you nudging your nose against his for comfort.Ā
āTold ya Iād give you my cock, honey. Lay down and let me see you.ā You move to lay back, watching him stand over you and strip his shirt and shorts off. Heād forgone underwear and you thank god for that. The sight of his cock, hard and shiny with precum as your thighs falling open for him automatically. He notices this, of course he does. Heās thick and youāre suddenly very grateful for the prep he just did, you donāt think heād fit otherwise.Ā
When he leans down to pull a condom from the back pocket of his shortsāpresumptuous cocky bastardāyou feel the urge to stop him but refrain. Youāre already crossing all these invisible lines, you need to have at least some self control. Even though youāre desperate to feel him bare. Youāre captivated by him, watching him roll the condom on and clenching around nothing as he hisses through his teeth at the contact.Ā
Seeing him for the first time, how hard and flushed he is makes you regret even more not getting your mouth on him. Next time, you promise yourself. Youād thought youād be nervous for this, but you think youāre too overwhelmed with a need for him that thereās no room left to be nervous or anxious.Ā
Climbing on the bed he moves between your open legs, hands on either side of your head as he holds himself up over you. His cock is lying against you, head touching your clit and itās making it impossible to lie still. āYou still want this?ā His face is serious, and you want to squish his cheeks at his consideration for you despite his hard cock pressing against you.Ā
āPlease, Steve. I want thisāI need you.ā Itās all the confirmation he needs, reaching one hand between you to take his cock, running it through your slit and groaning at the way you twitch below him. After bumping it against your clit he moves down to your entrance, pushing in the slightest bit and squeezing his eyes shut at the feel of you clenching down on him.Ā
The burn of him pushing forward stings, but itās a welcome pain that has you gripping the sheets below you, looking for something to steady you when you feel like youāll float away. āKeep going, please keep going.ā Youāre pleading below him, mouth dropping open when he pushes in. He has to pause when heās in all the way, his patch of public hair at the base of his cock catching at your clit and you gasp.Ā
āFuck fuck fuck,ā His forehead is pressed against your cheek, his teeth scraping against the edge of your jaw as he tried to collect himself. āI donātāshit I donāt know howāgoddamn baby, never felt anything this good before in my life.āĀ
He throbs inside of you when you whine, craning your neck up just an inch to take the silver chain dangling above you between your teeth. āFuckinā hell, gonna kill me.ā You lift your hips off the bed, urging him to move and moan around the chain when he slips deeper inside of you. He pulls himself up to look at you, hair falling around your head like an angel with blotchy cheeks and fucked out eyes.Ā
Thrusting forward, the tip of his cock nudges against that spot inside of you and you clench around him so hard his arms almost give out above you. This has been building up for weeks and with the way he edged you earlier, you wonāt last long. He knows as much, thrusting into you and using one hand to rub sloppy circles on your clit.Ā
āFeel like Iām having deja vu, having you pressed against me like this, yeah?ā It was just hours ago you were on the train, a few more layers between you but pressed up against him all the same.Ā
The chain pops from your mouth when he moves your hands to lay beside your head, lacing your fingers together as he stretches over you. Your piercings press against his chest just right and it has your tummy tightening, the added friction enough to have your head spinning.Ā
He looks mouthwatering above you, hair out of place and falling over his forehead. His cheeks are flushed and heās holding his bottom lip between his teeth as he moves between watching your face and the way your tits bounce with every thrust of his cock. Thereās little drops of sweat running down his sculpted nose and slipping onto your chest, your cute little gasps hitting his ears.Ā
You know youāre done for when he leans down, lips pressed to your ear and his harsh breath tickling your skin.Ā
āTakinā your daddyās cock so well, arenāt you, doll?āĀ
Eyes screwed shut you claw at his shoulders, his name leaving your lips in a curse and you both can see the way the nickname makes your face flush a shade darker of red, eyes turning dark and fingers digging into him. āDirty girl, acting like you donāt like it when I can feel you making a mess of me, this pretty little pussy hugging me tight when I call myself daddy.āĀ
āFu-fuck, Steve. Gonna cumāmāgonna cum.ā Your words are hushed and quick in his air, rope beginning to snap and if he stops right now you might actually kill him.Ā
āGo ahead, soak my cock, pretty girl. Show me who I belong to, yeah?ā Itās all it takes, rope snapping and sparks shooting down to your toes as you tug at his hair, your thighs tight as your orgasm crashes through you. It feels like it goes on forever, your body taught and ears buzzing and you can barely make out the faint curses coming from above you.Ā
He belongs to you, and he will as long as heāll have you.
You feel yourself start to come back down, your chin pinched in between Steveās fingers and heās looking at you like heās seeing the first snowfall of the year. His thrusts are getting sloppy, hips grinding into yours and his breaths uneven and sharp. āWhereā¦where do you want it baby?āĀ
Not sure that you can make coherent sentences right now, you reach up to cup your breasts, Steveās eyes widening before the most pitiful cry leaves his lips. He thrusts into you one, two, three more times and each one has you gasping below him as aftershocks of your orgasm zing through you.Ā
He pulls out quickly, pulling off the condom with a sharp inhale and you think he looks good like this, all desperate and pathetic for you like you always are for him. You urge him forward, fingers digging into his hips and trying to pull him up your body. He moves easily, coming up so heās barely resting any weight on your belly, knees on either side of your chest.Ā
You cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and pushing them together below him. Heās looking at you from under his lashes, eyes hooded and lips parted in a silent gasp. It only takes two quick strokes before whatās been building at the base of his spine snaps and heās cursing above you, ropes of white covering your chest and neck and catching the piercings too.Ā
āPerfect, youāre so perfectāshit.ā He works himself through it slowly, his cock twitching and his fingers covered in cum from where itās dribbled over his fist. Heās staring down at you with an intensity that makes you blush, eyes taking in every inch of you thatās marked with him.Ā
āLook like a fuckinā dream with these pretty tits covered in my cum. Fuck, doll, Iām gonna think about this for the rest of my life.āĀ
All you can do is smile stupidly below him, your heart bursting and your body thoroughly exhausted. He leans down and presses a quick peck to your cheek before heās shifting off the bed, running to the bathroom and washing off his hand before he comes back with a warm rag, sitting beside you so he can clean you up. His hand hovers over you and you roll your eyes at the little pout heās wearing as he looks at your boobs.Ā
āAre you seriously pouting over cleaning off my boobs right now?āĀ
āWho wouldnāt be? They look so pretty like this.āĀ
You reach for the rag with a giggle to do it yourself but he pulls his hand back, shaking his head at you and begrudgingly wiping his cum off your chest with a little sigh thatās a little endearing.Ā
Once you're cleaned up and the condom is in the trash he helps you up so he can pull back the comforter, both of you snuggling in under the coversānaked at his request. His chest is pressed to your back, his heartbeat felt against your skin and it makes you smile into your pillow.Ā
His skin is warm against yours, fingers laced beside your head and you lift your chin to place quick kisses against his knuckles.Ā
āNow thatās the kind of reward I could get used to.āĀ
āSteve!ā
āāāā-
Itās the next day and thereās a soreness between your thighs that has you smiling to yourself while you get ready. You remember this morning, how you woke up to the sight of honey brown hair nestled between your thighs, coaxing you out of your sleep with his tongue on your clit.Ā
The best kind of pain, where youāll feel him for days when you walk or when you sit down. It brings a blush to your skin and memories youāll think about forever to your mind.Ā
He left shortly after, both of you needing to be away from each other so you could actually get ready for the lunch you had planned with Robin and Eddie this afternoon.Ā
A feeling of nervousness settles within you as you get ready for this lunch. Itās not that you want to keep this from Rob and Eddie, but youāre not what youād even tell them! These nerves were much more about you and Steve then they were your friends.Ā
Would you tell them youāre dating? That you like each other? That youāre just fucking around? This is what made you anxious, what had your hands twisting in your lap on the train and had you so distracted you stumbled right into Eddie outside of the restaurant.Ā
āWoah! Caught ya.ā He steadies you, smiling down into your worried eyes and a little bit of that anxiety seeps out of you. This is your friend, one of your best friends! Who cares whatās going on, maybe heāll have some insight that you canāt see for yourself.Ā
Eddie leads you into the place, a booth in the back already holding Robin and Steve. Theyāre both on one side of it and you can see from here that Steveās unhappy about not getting to sit by you.Ā
You slide in so youāre closest to the wall, legs knocking with Steveās under the table and the small amount of contact soothes some of the turmoil happening inside of you.Ā
Everything is going good, things feel normalābesides the subtle winks Steve sends your way to get you blushingāand youāre not even worried anymore. The table in front of you is filled with food, everyone reaching over and grabbing whatever sounds good. Arms are crossed over each other and hands get tangled when you reach for fries or mozzarella sticks or an onion ring.Ā
Robin is going on about something, youāre not sure what youāve kind of zoned out a little if youāre being honest, when you feel Steve staring at you. You look up to his brows furrowed, confusion laced in his features and you quirk your brow at him, wondering what has him looking at you like that.Ā
Itās when Eddie speaks up beside you, cutting Robin off and bringing everyoneās attention to him that it makes sense, āHarrington, I appreciate the love but can you stop trying to play footsies with me under the table?āĀ
Steveās face flames and you canāt help the laugh that bubbles up and out of your mouth, hands coming up to try and smother how loud it is. But Steve doesnāt recover fast enough, eyes darting to yours sheepishly and thatās when it clicks for Eddie.Ā
āOh. My. God.āĀ
Three sets of eyes fly to Eddie. Robin is confused. You and Steve are looking at Eddie as he looks between the two of you, mouth dropped open in shock and you curse yourself for the storm thatās coming.Ā
āWhat?ā Itās Robin that speaks first, eyes darting between the three of you quickly. You and Steve keep quiet, trying not to give yourselves away but itās no use. āOh my god.ā Thereās Eddie again, sinister smirk on his lips as he takes his time taking in your pink cheeks and the way Steve wonāt make eye contact with him.Ā
āOh for the love of god! Someone tell me whatās going on. I am not a mind reader.āĀ
āRobin, you wonāt believe it. These two finally fucked.ā A chorus of noises fill your small corner of the restaurant, booth creaking underneath you from where Eddie is practically bouncing in his seat. Robin squeals, hands going to grip Steveās arms. Steve sighs, letting Robin tug him around like a rag doll in a fit of her excitement. And you gasp, smacking Eddie in the chest the way you do to Steve all the time.Ā
But neither of you deny it and that alone sends waves of relief through you. Not that you think Steve would, especially with the way heās gotten over his bit of embarrassment, adorning his signature smirk and a look of pride as the people around him freak out.Ā
You donāt know how bad Steve wants to show you off, tell the world and scream it from the rooftops how lucky he is to even get to be around you. Youāre everything heās ever wanted, sweet and kind but not afraid to challenge him and call him out for his bullshit. God, heās obsessed with you.Ā
Eddieās rubbing at his chest where you hit him, pouting like a child as if it actually hurt. You hope it did. āDamn, sheās got some force behind those hits,ā He looks from you to Steve, eyes lighting up and you know whatās coming before he even opens his mouth, ābut you love it, donāt ya big boy?āĀ
Your head falls forward to rest in your palm, eyes closed as you try and pretend you're anywhere but here. You think you hear Robin gag from across the table and it forces a laugh out of you. Eyes lifting to meet Steveās, his teeth are showing and heās shaking his head like he knows a secret no one else does. His words fill the space around you and make your skin heat under his stare.Ā
āOh you have no idea.āĀ
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(save me steve harrington in a tank top)
@aheadfullofsteverogers i remembered and hope you enjoy š
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