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Imagine being Ty Ridgemount's favorite person to film
âââ Requested by anonymous  âââ
With his camera in hand, Ty stood on the Office's shore, watching as everyone was doing their own thing in the Office. Though he would usually be right alongside them to catch some waves of his own, Ty had decided to stay back and capture some surfing on film. It had been a while since he recorded something and with how great of a day it was, it was a great time to get some footage.
Raising his camera to his face, he looked at the screen as he surveyed the scene before him. Broseph seemed to be continuing his lessons with Emma as the two sat on their board, swaying with the waves. Moving his arms through the air as he tried explaining something, Emma watched Broseph closely, trying to take in everything he said. Fin and Reef were competing with each other if their shouting were any indication while Johnny was doing his own thing, making sure to stay out of the way of the blonde and the redhead. But much like always, Ty's attention was drawn to you.
Focusing the camera on your form, he watched as you made your way to the wave. As the slope started to come down, you move upwards and pulled off an air, your board leaving the wave. Bending down, you gripped your board as you flipped yourself forward, pulling off a rodeo flip before successfully landing back on the water without crashing.
Ty grinned as he watched you take a seat on your board, pushing your wet hair away from your face. Despite landing a complex move, you made no scene or tried calling attention to what you accomplished and it was one of the things that he loved about your surfing. You didn't surf for the acclaim or the praise. He was sure that if you competed professionally, you could easily become one of the top surfers in the world but you had declined the offer whenever someone brought it up. You surfed to feel free and close to the water and it was his favorite thing to capture. No matter how many surfers he could film, his focus and camera would always come back to you and he wouldn't change a thing about it.
#ty ridgemount x reader#ty ridgemount imagine#ty ridgemount imagines#stoked x reader#stoked imagine#stoked imagines#yoshino writes imagines#I kept getting stuck on this request#I'm sorry nonnie but I hope you still enjoyed it!
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i am here to please: oliver banks and #4 for the spotify wrapped!
youâre absolutely right, he IS a Woman In Total Control Of Herself (W.I.T.C.H by Devon Cole)
send me a number + a character!
#TMA#Oliver banks#spotify wrapped#request#magnuspod#I had so many ambitious witch AU ideas but then#this is supposed to be a doodle request#and also#âvillainous kitty queen#kept getting stuck in my head so we ended up here#thank you for helping me scratch an Oliver banks sized itch I forgot how much I liked drawing this guy#myart#too much of my Spotify wrapped is just a copy paste of my girlbossing too close to the sun playlist#so odds are half of yâallâs request is just going to be#blorbo:gaslight gatekeep girlboss edition
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I've got demons running round in my head And they feed on insecurities I have Won't you lay your healing hands on my chest? Let your ritual clean
#ä»æ„ăźæ°ćăŻ#for once NOT a song I woke up with stuck in my head#because this morning I was awoken by the dulcet tones of one of my neighbors' fire alarms going off for 15+ hours#(it started shortly before I went to bed and I kept waking up to it every hour or so)#(but at like 6 am I had a dream that my apartment was on fire and I had to save my research materials before they caught on fire)#(and I woke up from that and was like okay. I'm done. no more attempts at sleeping until this alarm situation gets fixed)#(and then left a vaguely unhinged maintenance request)#but that's neither here nor there#anyway. this was picked because I started listening to all the music I saved on Spotify as I do every year#and got through all of it (in a surprisingly short time--I apparently didn't find much new music this year)#and then kept listening to that playlist. but then Spotify did that glitch where it suddenly jumps you WAY down on the playlist#and I should note. I do not use their music saving system. instead I have a playlist called Starred which I save all my music to#yes I am aware that this is slightly unhinged. anyway. moving on#so it teleported me back to like. early 2018/late 2017? several days ago? and I have just been listening backward in time since then#I think I saved this one in uhhhh 2016? or maybe early 2017.#anyway. I hear the spirit possession song and it's the ä»æ„ăźæ°ćăŻ. that's just the rules#music#Bastille
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The conversation sucked but was so what I needed. I was asked to respect his decision to move on. & I asked for the respect to not have sex anymore. Because I love my husband & it makes it harder for me to move on. I was being cordial, not trying to fight. But instead of saying okay & ending the conversation I get shit talked about me. Like what?
I want to move on peacefully as well, just as he requested & not having sex with someone I love who no longer loves me back makes me wrong? So much negative things being said to me. When the convo couldâve been so short. Just crazy. Proves me how toxic he truly is.
But the conversation was needed for me to understand that I am not the only one who messed up. I was lied to & made to believe weâd always work through it & always get stronger through our downfalls. I mean I literally got all the proof of his betrayal, but to him it was nothing & Iâm the bad guy. He told me to stay when I shouldâve left & now he denies it lmao Okay. We both messed up. Take accountability as I have. I was willing to always try & you lied about never giving up & always trying & that divorce was never an option. Thanks for showing me your true colors. Even showing me how much of a snitch he is by threatening me with law enforcement like really. Thank you for the push. Iâm with our kids 85% of the time cause you work a lot & thatâs okay I understand that but you threaten to try to get me in trouble with the law. Fake AF. So unbelievable but itâs okay. Thank god I didnât decide to go back to that place when you asked me to for our kids. I knew it wasnât gonna be a good idea & Iâm so thankful I stuck to my gut feeling.
& heâs mad I use this app to vent instead of talking to people & posting on apps where people know us. Donât nobody know me here. Donât nobody even care. You left me, you canât dictate how I heal myself from being fooled. Crazy how the truth unfolds when things get rough.
#people really switch up on you#never trust a person who speaks poorly about you when man#never trust someone who only blames you#only good thing was the children who taught me to be gentle & loving cause they so stuck up my ass. lol#I let myself trust someone after never trusting a soul due to the bad that was done to me by people who were supposed to protect me#God sees everything & saw me try my best#yes I made mistakes but nothing to be treated so poorly about#both of us fucked up & at least I take accountability for my actions#glad I could now see the toxicity & lies told#never was his love just had been settled for#I couldnât even get the same respect of whatâs best for me to move on but I have to respect his decision#Iâm so dumb#I let him in & he failed me & lied to me#trying to make me believe Iâm bad when I know Iâm not#I tried he gave up. I kept my promise to god in my marriage not him & god sees it all so stop your lies#belittling my feelings & speaking so poorly of me#you reap what you sow. & god has a better plan for. glad he pushed my limits. it so helpful#sucks I love him but reading everything he texts me for over a month helps me. Iâve been cordial & our texts prove it#manipulation at its finest. crazy how one switches up & blames everyone else but themselves#I tried. thatâs all that matters. couldnât reciprocate the respect asked of me. respect was never there#I was never the one. I have so much proof. it helps me move on & be strong for myself#I deserve better & will better myself for myself & my kids that he asked for to do it the right way yet breaks apart another family#make it make sense. but honestly it donât even matter. things wonât get better. he hates me & I canât trust him#when someone threatens you with the law & is okay with being snitch you can never trust them. with no trust nothing will get better#he donât wanna make it work. Iâm happy he disrespected me. was needed to let go as asked. I was never the one#just another lesson babygirl#I know I did my best but ainât gonna keep being stupid for someone who disrespects me & makes everything an argument#like I literally just wanted to not have sex so I can let go. sex makes things confusing. I wasnât fighting. n got the worst said to me.#like why canât I get the respect I was asked for. Iâve been cordial. tryna be respectful to eachother for our kids. but he cant even do tha#ashamed in myself for letting someone in. fooled me so bad itâs crazy how someone can be so fake. Iâm shocked by the reaction of my request
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my server died and took the watchdog down with it.....
#tĂŒtensuppe#that thing is GONE#it kept killing my server for some reason (potentially related to it not getting permission info)#im just beating things with a stick here no idea whats going on#update: i made an error with the timeout behavior. which made it loop a lot so the watchdog thought the process got stuck and killed it#this didnt happen before bc the first location was always online so far i think#now they shut down the program that responds to these requests on the first location so we got lots of timeouts there#now i just have to figure out how to revive the watchdog....
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I stayed up until 2am, after returning late from a networking event at around midnight, just to finish the kata I was stuck on earlier BUT I FINISHED IT AND IT WORKED AHAHAHAHA (why)
me: I have a job interview with a coding test on monday, I should do some coding exercises online to practice until then, it'll be a chore to revise but it'll be worth it đ€
me, now, 3 kyu level ups deep into python practice on codewars, forgetting to eat or attend appointments on time: oh no I forgot this is a fun puzzle game to sink infinite time into to my math brain
#coding#codewars#I hate when I get the basic tests working and then it does the bajillion other ones and I get stuck on those ones for hours troubleshooting#one of the previous katas literally wouldn't pass cause it took too long to run and the request kept timing out#stupid prime numbers why is there no builtin function for that yet smh#I believe I figured out something in the end and hurriedly submitted the successful run x'D
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Itâs finally here, I know Iâve been teasing with this story for weeks but life has been hectic and I wanted to do some requests, but here it is, the forest entity story. Hope yâall enjoy it!
The tree-hole debacle
Forest entity x fem!human || very light dub-con, tentacles (more like vines), bondage, squirting
Oh no. Oh, no, no, no... You kept chanting in your brain. You were trying to reach the fucking shiny thing you saw in the tree's hole and you got stuck. In the middle of the forest. All your torso inside a tree-hole and your legs kicking the air. You couldn't get out. You were stuck. You felt like you were living your own bad porno. Fuck.
You always knew your eagerness to pick stuff in the woods would bring you problems, but you never thought it would be in the shape of a tree. A fucking tree. You were just walking around the forest trying to find some good pieces to build some more fairy jewelry, who knew you could get stuck in a tree. And now you didnât know what to do, how to get out. A spark of anxiety was creeping up your back. What if you died there? What if they found you dead in a tree-hole? They would think you are a weirdo. Well, in that they wouldnât be wrong, but that would be so embarrassing. News would say something along the lines of âyoung girl found in a treeâ, and that would be awful in so many levels. God damn it.
You tried crying for help, but you knew there wasnât anyone coming, you never followed the path, confident youâd find your way back. And you always did, you have some kind of sixth sense about these woods, they called to you. And well, now you called whoever was listening to get you out of that damn tree-hole.
When you felt something creeping behind you, you started kicking your legs, trying to scare whatever animal was close. You didnât want to be attacked by a random wolf or something. You didnât even know what kind of animals could roam the forest, you were so careless in the way you explored the woods without thinking about it. You felt like a dummy now, a completely dumb woman who was now stuck in a fucking tree.
Something behind you let out a growl, you started to panic, moving your legs faster, making sounds to scare it away. A light caress to the back of your leg made you twitch, your whole body reacting with full on panic. But before you could scream, you were hanging out upside down, roots embracing your body. You were suspended in the middle of the woods, a weird creature made of leaves and some kind of mud in front of you. He slowly shook your body up and down, making you bounce in an uncomfortable way.
Your confusion, added to being upside down, made your head feel all kinds of dizzy. The roots around you seemed to come from everywhere, like he could control all the things around you. What was he? He answered you without having to verbalize your question: âIâm the spirit of these woods, and you, human, were asking for help. I came.â His voice sounded deep, like if he was talking from inside a cave, an echo of a real voice. Your body shivered.
âI- You- What?â Your confusion at everything happening was making your head spin. He turned you around, hanging you in an upright position this time, your feet still far away from the ground.
âYou were screaming, the little creatures came to find me. And here I am,â he explained. His matter of fact statement made you think he was crazy. Maybe you were crazy. Maybe you did die inside that damn tree-hole and all of this was just an hallucination.
âThanks?â You didnât know if that was the correct answer, the vines and roots around your body wouldnât stop twitching, touching, careful not to touch any of your most vulnerable parts. But hey were exploring everything else, caressing your hair, your cheeks, your legs⊠âCan you put me down?â You asked.
âNo.â That instant denial should have scared you, but weirdly enough, you didnât feel fear or panic anymore. Your body was calm, your mind completely quiet and relaxed. What kind of weird mojo was he doing to you? âYou asked for the help of a forest spirit, you need to repay your debt now.â You looked at him expectantly, trying to convey you needed more explanation. He didnât say anything.
âWhat the fuck does that mean?â You finally asked, a spark of anger rising inside your chest.
He nodded as if your question was answered like that and said: âI will take you now.â The vines around you started to pull at your clothes. You struggled against the hold, but they were so strong and tight that you could barely move some millimeters.
You struggled harder, screaming at him: âWhat? No!â You looked at him with all the fire inside of you. If looks could kill, heâd be killed right there, right now. But it wasnât the case. He just looked amused at your struggles. But he stopped the vines from moving, some of them hovering over your tits and mouth, so close you could smell the petrichor smell they emanated. It was intoxicating.
âYou have to pay, human. The balance must be restored.â That made no sense to you, he talked about restoring balance as if you had a debt with the forest or something. What?
âBut I didnât ask for your help.â He looked back at you skeptical, his dark eyes so expressive even though he didnât have eyelids or brows. His face was so weird, but enthralling at the same time. âOkay, I did need help, but I donât- I donât want to have sex with you,â you lied through your teeth.
The truth was that you were aroused, the vines around your body were making you all kinds of horny. You always dreamed of being tied down, of being at the mercy of your partner as they took their fill off you. And without knowing it, he was restraining you, making all your fantasies come to the surface and making your pussy tingle. But you werenât going to say that to him.
âWhat is sex, human?â The question caught you off guard, how could he not know what sex was?
âYou⊠You said youâd take me.â
He was looking at you intently, like the answer to your unasked question was obvious and you were just dumb. Maybe you were. âIâll give you pleasure so your juices can fertilize my forest,â he explained. You could what?
âYou what? Fertilize? What?â And then it clicked. âYou want to make me cum?â It seemed so random you couldnât fully process what that meant.
âI believe thatâs how humans call it, yes.â
You argued with the angel in your head, but the demon rapidly won the argument and before you could process it fully you were saying: âI- I- Okay.â Your voice was barely a whisper but he nodded and the vines around you closed more firmly against your body, making you shiver. It was weirdly comforting to be held so tightly.
You clothes were pushed away, thrown carelessly to the ground and you found yourself wrapped in vines and roots, suspended in the air. He opened your legs fully, exposing your holes to his eyes. He approached you then, his weird face close to your pussy, but not touching. The leaves around his head tickled the inside of your legs as he inspected you, his breath cold against your heated skin. You whimpered, being exposed to him so openly was embarrassing beyond belief, but the juices dripping off your cunt were even worse.
He reached around him and took some kind of leave, different to the ones covering his head. He squeezed it until a clear substance formed. He coated one of the vines with, the vine shifted into a wider form, cupping your whole pussy, coating it with the substance. At first, you felt nothing, but suddenly scolding heat ran through your body and you came. Just like that. You came faster than ever, he didnât do anything, he didnât touch your clit, your entrance⊠He just put some magical liquid over your cunt and made you cum. What the fuck?
You didnât get to catch your breath before another vine was proving your entrance, making you moan loudly as it pushed inside. Two more vines appeared, framing your boobs and squeezing, some leaves playing with your nipples at the same time. The pleasure was maddening. The combined sensation of the vine entering you and the leaves was so overwhelming that you came again. This time your scream was cut short when another vine pushed against your asshole. Surprise and arousal made you arch your back, which was fruitless, the restrains on your body so tight you couldnât move at all.
He was still close, observing the vines playing with your body, controlling everything but not touching you. You felt dehumanized, you were just a means to an end for him. And that made you hot. You could be anybody, everybody. He didnât care. He just wanted your juices⊠And he was milking every drop off you.
The vine on your pussy pressed against your G-spot, the sensation too rough and raw. Some more juices gushed around it as you came again. He hit and probed and pushed and made your mind go blank as he transformed your body into a pleasure machine. You came, and came, and came. You were sure there was a river down your legs at that point. You were crying, tears running down your face as he assaulted all your sensitive areas at once. Your body felt like an exposed nerve.
When you thought you couldnât take anymore, he pushed a new vine in your already overflowing pussy. You saw stars as the vines inside of you intertwined. You were so full, so sensitive, you couldnât stop crying in pleasure, your voice long gone.
And then something inside of you broke completely and you were peeing. Peeing? No, squirting. He made you squirt. Your juices flowed over him, showering his leaves like summer rain. You ascended to another plane, the pleasure beyond human realm, the orgasm so good your brain broke a bit.
He stopped abruptly, his leaves shiny and his face contorted in some sort of a grin. âThat would be all, human. You paid the debt to the forest.â You blushed deeply as he lowered your naked body to the ground, a bed of moss forming under you. âIâll see you soon,â he muttered as he disappeared before your eyes. The earth literally swallowed him.
#forest entity#forest spirit#forest entity x human#forest entity x reader#monster#monster fucker#monster imagine#monster x human#teratophillia#monster x reader#terato#original fiction
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Several weeks ago, my retirement-age mother requested that I play Baldurâs Gate 3 for her because she has trouble with controllers/keyboards and wanted âto see what all the fuss is about with that cute wizard boy.â For context, my mother and I have done this sort of thing in the past with certain RPGs (dragon age, mass effect, etc.), but itâs been a few years since sheâs personally requested a game like this. Basically, I control her Tav but let her make all the choices so she can determine how the story plays out without worrying about mechanics. She treats it like a choose-your-own-adventure book.
Anyway, here is a list of some of the things my mother has said and/or chosen to do throughout the course of BG3 in no particular order:
She is (obviously) romancing Gale. She is quite smitten with him and his passion for books and learning; she also thinks heâs polite and qualifies as ârelationship material.â She also REALLY likes the things heâs said about his cat so far (my mom is a cat lady), so I know sheâs gonna flip shit when we meet Tara in Act III.
Sheâs playing a normal druid Tav with a generally good alignment. Her favorite spell is Spike Growth because she thinks itâs hilarious whenever enemies walk into the AOE and die. I usually end up having to cast it at least once per battle per her request. Sometimes twice.
Contrary to her alignment, my mother tasks me with robbing every single chest, crate, barrel, and burlap sack we come across; this also includes people and their pockets. The party is always at max carrying capacity. ALWAYS. She doesnât like selling things because âwhat if I need them.â The camp stash is in literal shambles. There is no hope of organizing it. Sheâs got like fifty seven sets of rags and a billion pieces of random silverware.
She MUST talk to every animal and corpse in the game. I think five hours of her total playtime so far (47ish) has been spent speaking to animals as many times as humanly possible. Like, I was thorough in my own playthroughs, but this is on a whole other level.
She did NOT get Voloâs lobotomy, but she did let Auntie Ethel take her eye in hopes of a cure for the tadpole. I did not understand the logic then. I still do not understand it now.
She is far more interested in fashion than equipment stats. Do you have any idea how much gold Iâve had to spend on dyes just to make things match? SO much. Same vibe as that âplease someone help me balance my finances my family is starvingâ tweet but instead of candles itâs thirty thousand fucking bottles of black and furnace red dye.
We broke the prisoners out of Moonrise, but they got on the boat too early and bugged the fight by leaving Astarion and Karlach behind. Wulbren Bongle somehow got stuck in combat mode even after engaging the cutscene on the docks below Last Light; he he kept trying to run ALL THE WAY BACK TO MOONRISE nine fucking meters at a time while I frantically tried to finish the fight with the Warden, otherwise Wulbren would have run straight into the shadow curse. (I wouldâve let him go; fuck Wulbren Bongle, all my homies hate Wulbren Bongle. But my mom didnât know that, and she wanted to keep him safe. So.)
She had me reload a save like eighteen times to save the giant eagles on top of Rosymorn Monastery. Wouldnât even let me do non-lethal damage just to get past things. I think getting that warhammer for the dawnmaster puzzle took us like an hour and a half alone. (Yes, I know you can use any warhammer, but SHE didnât.)
Sheâs started keeping an irl notebook to keep track of her quests between play sessions. She writes down ideas and strategies when she thinks of them during the week, then brings them to her next game session at my house. I think she wrote about three pages on possible approaches to the goblin fortress alone.
She insists that I pet Scratch and the owlbear cub before every single long rest, no exceptions. Sometimes I have to do it multiple times until she is absolutely sure that the animals know exactly how much she loves and cherishes them. She has also commissioned a crocheted owlbear plush from a friend of hers and is very excited.
Iâm sure thereâs a bunch of stuff Iâm forgetting, but those are some fun things I thought of. Sheâs enjoying the game and is telling all of her retired friends to get it and play it for themselves. She asked me âwhat is Discordâ yesterday and I think my life flashed before my eyes.
anyway shout out to my mom for being neat
Part 2 â Part 3 â Part 4 â Part 5
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#gale#gale of waterdeep#astarion#gale dekarios#laq talks#I talk#she stares at me real hard after she makes a choice too#like squinting to see if my expression gives anything away#if it was a good or bad call#I keep my face blank as shit itâs hilarious#I have not told her Iâm writing fanfic for this game#nor will I ever#jesus christ
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REVENGE
êšïž synopsis . now you're cursed it seemed. maybe it was karma for your relentless attempts to fluster giyuu. they worked out in the end but now he's set on messing with you too.
warnings . oral f receiving, breeding, awkward moments for reader, cowgirl, fingering, messy kissing, really chill tbh
word count . 3k words
notes . part two to this post! since i got a request for it i was a little bit stuck on what to do soooo i reversed the roles now giyuu gets to have fun.
he's doing it on purpose. that evil evil man. there was no way he was that aloof. he's completely aware of what he's doing and he's enjoying it. he loves getting back at you for everything you've done to him.
everything he's done was a calculated move in order to provoke you. whether it was innocently masked questions or touches, they were all done with the intent to fluster you. your words would jumble together and cheeks grow hot. all while he kept that stupid stoic expression like he wasn't messing with you.
you're so upset but can't help but enjoy this game he's started. you even started distancing yourself from him a little. whenever meeting with him, you try to avoid giving him any opportunities. yet somehow he always manages.
he still makes your head dizzy. even from your distance you admire him, his strong jaw, smooth skin, sharp nose. he's so handsome you wish this game would end soon. then you could finally get your hands on him again â or at least even the score.
it's not fair fun anymore. giyuu let your hook up get to his head. you were always hyper aware of how he reacted to you. he avoided you but his eyes lingered. with a gaze so intense and heavy, it was impossible for you not to notice. you relished in his attention and used it as fuel to your advantage.
on mission assignments together, it was nearly impossible to avoid each other. giyuu had suffered previously whenever ubuyashiki made the ignorant and cruel decision to partner you two together. it was undeniable how well you worked together combat wise, but other than that it was insufferable.
the bright side of it was how fast missions were completed. the most time was spent walking together and back, then separating to return home.
"y/n," his voice calls for you from the trees in front. his back is turned to you while he sheaths his sword. when he turns to you, you're flicking blood off the metal of yours with a twirl of your hand.
"yes, tomioka?" your melodic voice rings in his ears. he mentally scowls at the use of his last name once again.
you take few steps to move closer to him, keeping your distance still. he closed a decent amount of the distance to stand in front of you. he bends his neck slightly to meet your eyes.
"we'll stay at an inn for the night."
you're not given time to respond before he's walking to way back to the village. you follow him with a short distance between you until you reach the inn.
the inn is a decent sized place, refurbished and well kept. it's clean and a little busy. a few customers are returning to their rooms with buzzed looks on their faces.
giyuu speaks to the receptionist. he's an older man, sweet faced and kind looking. a woman standing next to him looks to be his tired wife. her eyes are shut and she's wobbles a little.
"good evening. you travelers are out quite late," he smiles and leads you to a room. you trail behind giyuu.
his wife holds freshly steamed yukatas which she hands off to you while a drowsy smile. "have a lovely night you two."
the man shuts the door behind you. from the outside you hear the woman speak again.
"what a sweet couple. the man reminds me of you when you were younger."
your ears perk up now. you glance around the room realizing the circumstances. you were give a single room because they assumed you were together. not that you had a problem with it but still. did you two really look like a couple?
giyuu was already settled near a small table. he begins ridding his haori and sword, placing them on the ground neatly. you remove your outer layers too, opting to be mature about the situation if he is as well.
you face the other direction until he calls your name.
"i need your help, my wound requires bandaging."
"oh, i'll be there in a moment," you reply. you turn your back to him once more to finish taking off your sword.
he takes a seat on the table. his legs spread open, his wrist rests on his thigh and his hand hangs. the other arm props the rest of his body up from behind his back. his collar is loosened and stretched from his neck, revealing his adam's apple.
you swallow thickly at the sight. it's almost...arousing.
you brush it off and focus. "where's your injury?"
giyuu's hand reaches from his thigh and tugs from the opening in his collar. somehow he yanks the buttons open in a single motion. he pulls one side of his shirt away from the center and lets it slide off his arm.
a red wound stretches across the side of his lower torso, next to the eye catching muscles of his abdomen. it makes your mouth water on sight â even though it's nothing you haven't seen before.
your face burns and your eyes go wide. it's inexorable. you notice how giyuu's eyes squint as he watches your face reveal your feelings.
"is there a problem?" he asks, keeping eye contact. "are you able to help?"
that little bastard- you think to yourself.
"yes. just give me the bandages?" you mutter. you try to speed up the process as much a possible.
you kneel down between his legs to reach easier. you're eye to abs with him now. pushing the thought out of your head, you wrap the bandages around him.
giyuu smiles while you're focused on his wound. the sight of your head between his thighs is something he's shamelessly fantasized about. suddenly your head shoots up and you catch the coy smile playing at his lips.
you loose your balance and fall backwards onto your ass. he doesn't react, instead slipping the rest of his shirt off. you take this opportunity to hurry back to your side of the room, far away from him and his stupidly defined abs.
you needed a nice break. finding time in your schedules to meet with mitsuri and shinobu was difficult. a free slot in your schedules aligned on the day of a festival in your town. so the three of you planned a date for that evening.
you all dressed in beautiful clothing, a refreshing change from your corps uniform. you wander the stalls together through the bustling crowds. red and orange lights glow and illuminate your faces. mitsuri stops to sample multiple snacks while shinobu admires handmade crafts.
a cat figure catches your eye and you step to the side for a little.
"i'll catch up with you in a moment," you assure them before heading towards the booth.
it's a cute little wooden cat. you pick it up and examine the delicate woodwork.
"i'd like this. how much?"
"eight yen but for a pretty la-"
an arm suddenly extended over your shoulder and offered what looked to be ten to fifteen yen. the owner happily traded the cat for the generous sum. he gave you the cat wrapped in a pretty box.
you turned to thank the kind person. giyuu stood behind you, shadowing you. he also dorned a deep blue yukata.
"tomioka, i didn't expect you to be the festival type," you said. you both stepped away from the stall and continue walking.
"i'm not." he turned his head and gestured to the three familiar boys and young girl. "tanjiro asked me to come."
"and you were just so willing?"
"it's near your house, i hoped to see you."
his words sent heat to your face once again. such romantic words said so stoically. he was doing this on purpose.
"came all the way here in hopes of seeing me?" you tease.
"if you weren't here," he steps closer to you, "i would've went to your house."
"and if i weren't there?"
"i would've waited." where did he learn this from? he's so forward with his words. he returns to his original position and looks off the the side. his gaze lies on nothing i particular as he speaks again, "but kocho mentioned your plans before."
your path takes you towards a quieter part of the festival. it's just as bright but with more seating and open space available. the loud atmosphere is replaced by a relaxed one. the crickets chirping becomes more apparent now.
you're admiring a particularly beautiful latern when your foot catches an uneven stone in the pavement. you lose your balance and in a flurry of movement, fall forward. giyuu reacts swiftly.
his arms reach out and wrap around your waist and pull you close to his chest. your arms smoosh against his body as your heart races.
"i remember you telling me...not to fall for you," you must be crazy because you hear a chuckle in that statement.
giyuu's soft gaze lingers on you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. you push your palms flat against his chest to get off. before beginning to move, your own lips curled into a playful grin.
"it seems it's too late for me," you whisper.
"y/n!" a high pitched voice gasps.
your head whips to see mitsuri and shinobu joining you and giyuu.
shinobu's eyes close as she brings her fingers to stifle her laugh. "my my, i wouldn't have expected tomioka-san to be so close to anyone, let alone, y/n."
"if you and tomioka-san had a date please don't let us interrupt!" mitsuri's face flushed in excitement at the sight of you and giyuu holding each other.
you quickly push yourself off of him and walk over to them.
"no! we don't have a date, it's not what it looks like." your voice is a giveaway to your humiliation. you hide your expression from all three of them to mask your embarrassment.
a few days after the festival, you don't get any interaction with giyuu. no missions or training sessions bring you together. the distance makes you a bit relentless.
you settle down in your yard, admiring the afternoon. a kakushi calls your attention.
"y/n-sama, i have a letter from tomioka-sama," they say with a bow.
curious and pleased to see some interest from giyuu. you walk over over to the kakushi. they hand you a neatly folded up paper. it's the usual template for any giyuu letter. you'd be concerned if it were longer.
"i need to see you. come to my house as soon as you can - giyuu tomioka."
how dry-
you thank the kakushi and walk back into your house. with no pressing matters at the moment, you decide to visit him immediately. the letter seemed somewhat important.
the journey to his house is quick and you find yourself at his door in no time. you knock firmly. there's a brief pause before the door slides open.
giyuu reveals himself shirtless, his toned muscles and faint scars from battles past on full display. the lighting from the oil lamp highlights the contours of his well-defined chest. he uses his elbow against the frame to hold his head up.
"giyuu what the fuckâ" it slips out of you.
his fingers spread through strands of his hair as he gazes down at you. "you're here."
"it seemed urgent," you swallow, trying to keep your composure. he moves aside to let you in. "obviously not that urgent. why are you dressed like this?" you pinch the bridge of your nose.
"is there a problem?" he asks with innocent in his voice.
"when you have guests overâ"
"but it's nothing you haven't seen before."
confidence instills itself in you. "so you're dressed like that because i'm here?"
"isn't it more comfortable this way?"
you roll your eyes, trying to hide the heat rising in your cheeks. âperhaps. comfortable or not, itâs still a bit unexpected.â
he chuckles softly, his gaze never leaving yours. âwell, if youâre uncomfortable, i can change.â
the playful glint in his eyes tells you heâs enjoying this moment far more than heâs letting on. you take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure.
âno, donât bother. let's just get to why Iâm here.â
as you turn, giyuu steps closer, his presence warm and unmistakable. âif you insist,â he says, his voice low and soft.
he closes the distance between you. your back is pressed against a wall. his lips capture yours in a sudden, fervent kiss. the softness and warmth of his touch make your heart race, and you melt into the kiss, losing yourself in the moment. his hands grasp your face delicately, like glass. you layer your hands on top of his.
he's gentle at first. his lips brush against yours with tender and soft motions. the intensity rises as the pressure of his kiss and fingertips increases. the fervor behind them is fueled by passion, desperation, and yearning. your mouth feels like a fire that only he can cool.
you part with a deep inhale, your chest rises and falls while a string connects your lips.
"that's what i'm here for?"
"not all."
he yanks your shirt off and tosses it. his hands reach to undo your belt while keeping your lips interlocked. you skirt falls onto his floor. he's practically salivating at the sight of your body.
he knew he missed it but not this much.
he pulls back to gawk at your bare body, free from anything barriers. he brings his hands to settle in on your hips.
"nuh uh." you shake your head and gesture to his pants.
he reluctantly pulls away from you to shed his pants. he wastes no time before attacking your lips once again. he trails kisses and bites down your neck until he reaches your nipple. he takes one into his mouth while he tweaks the other with his index and thumb. he uses his other hand to slide across your clit, gathering your slick and then sliding between your folds. his tongue swirls the bud and teeth nibble lightly to tease. you hold onto the base of of his head.
"tomioka," you sigh. you're immediately cut off when he bites harder than usual.
"stop that."
you smile to yourself, pleased with riling him up. you lean back against the wall and sigh. you relax into his touch and in what feels like seconds, you feel yourself tighten around his fingers.
"giyuu! h-hah."
he slows fingers, almost halting your peak completely. your eyes shoot open to see him lowering himself to his knees. you could cum just from seeing his eyes looking up at you. he lets his tongue out before his face disappears between your thighs.
your body doubles over. he matches his fingers to the pace of his unrelenting tongue. he greedily slurps up the heavenly taste of your cunt. you feel the smile pressed against your folds.
high squeals are pulled from your throat. he takes your thigh and rests it on his shoulder. both your hands tangle in his hair and push his deeper.
"oh, i'm cu-mming," you whine.
he spreads your cunt to blow cold air that makes you shiver. his nose pressed against your clit now while his tongue dips into your pussy. a swipe of his tongue is enough to tip you over.
your thighs press against his head while he continues to swallow every bit of you he can get. you're forced to push him away from you. his lips and chin are drenched and all he can do it lick around his lips and fingers.
he looks up you with hazy eyes and uneven breathing.
"ride me?"
you nod, still dizzy. giyuu lies back and rests on his elbows. you straddle him and hover over his cock. your palm wraps around the base to guide him into your hole. he steadies himself by grabbing your hips with a hand.
you slowly rock back and forth, gradually moving to a steady bounce. giyuu lets out soft sighs of relief. his adam's apple bobs with each swallow. he helps you bounce with his hand on you.
"mhm- shit," he groans.
you speed up your pace and steal more sounds from him and force them from yourself.
"hah- fuck fuck, feels good." his breathing grows heavier.
you're practically slamming yourself down on his cock. he reaches that spot that has you squealing every time. you squeeze down on him and your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy.
giyuu pushes your back down so you're flat on your stomach against him. he bends his knees for leverage and thrusts into you.
your head falls into his neck while you relinquish control. his thrusts are dangerously good. your legs are going weak.
"jus' like that...please, i'm gonna-"
he pulls you away and captures your lips in a deep kiss. he holds the back of your neck.
your pussy contracts around his cock. shivers rack through your whole body and you can't stop. "giyuu!" you sob.
your back arches further into him.
"so pretty." his gasp catches you off guard. you're locked into eye contact with him. he whimpers underneath his breath. "can i- cum?"
you're shocked he's asking for permission. a part of you wants to deny and tease but he's been so good to you.
you start to meet his thrusts which pulls a loud gasp from him. you stroke his cheek with your thumb, teasing just a bit.
"you can cum."
timed perfectly, giyuu spurts his load deep inside of you instantly. he refuses to look anywhere else besides your eyes. he's still rocking your hips onto him when he's done.
slowly, he comes down from his high. you settle down against his chest with his cock still inside you.
"hmm, don't wanna get up," you mumble.
giyuu wraps his arms around you. "don't."
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In the woods (Wolverine)
Description: Logan takes Y/N to the woods
Warning: Smutty
Word Count: 799
Request: Just thinking about Logan taking reader into the woods and chasing her like prey đ©. Pls pls đ
âYou want to be chased and hunted in the woods like a deer.â Novaâs words were stuck in his head. Seeing her reach into Y/Nâs mind was scary but the second she said that, he felt his pants tightened. His girlfriend wanted to be chased around the woods like an animal.
How long had she wanted this? The idea of it was hot but what if it was something she thought she wanted but actually didnât? So much was going through his head and with a groan he got up and went to Y/Nâs room. He thought for a few seconds and knocked. She answered and smiled at him. She looked innocent enough for the part. âCome with me.â He said and walked away.
She was confused but followed nonetheless. Wade was watching TV as they walked by, âLeaving in your suit, Peanut? Should I come with? I am Marvel Jesus after all.â He said and Logan rolled his eyes, âFuck no.â He growled which worried Y/N. She followed him to the car and got in the passenger seat. He started the car and drove off. She looked at him and he stared at the road with a dark look. She had no clue where he was going and was too afraid to ask.
It was maybe a 15 minute drive in utter silence before the cat stopped. They were in the woods or the entrance to it. She looked around confused and looked at him, âLogan-â âGet out of the car.â He demanded. With shaky hands she opened the door and got out. He did as well and walked over to her. Her anxiety was high and she didnât understand what was going on.
âIâll give you a minute head start.â He tells her. She looks up at him and sees that he isnât joking, âYou want to be chased through the woods like an animal, yes?â He asked her and she nodded. Her face was red and her panties were starting to get wet at his dominance. âRun.â He growled and she took off. Afraid to look behind her she kept running. 1 minute later she hears him chasing her and her heart beats faster. She looked back and saw him on all fours and the mask chasing her.
He was close to her but not close enough to catch her yet. She couldnât outrun him and 5 seconds later that was proven when he had her on the ground. She stared up at him with an open mouth and wide eyes. She was out of breath and her chest was moving up and down. He smirked at her and one of his hands traveled up her thigh to her covered pussy. She gasped as he unzipped her jeans and yanked the zipper down.
She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers lightly brush against her clit. âLo.â She moans as his fingers slip in her panties to properly touch her. She whimpers as his fingers rub her clit and circle her dripping hole. âPlease.â She begs but what for? âWhat do you want, bunny?â He asked as he slowly slid his finger in her. She gasped and grabbed his arm, âLook at you falling apart over a little touch. I should fuck you raw and breed you in these woods like an animal.â He said as his finger moved in and out of her at a rough pace.
His thumb rubbing her clit as her hips moved up with his rhythm. âFuck please itâs all I want.â She whines. He chuckles and leans over her, his other hand above her head. âYou want me to fuck a baby into you right here? Iâll bring you back here each year and fuck another one into you over and over again until we have a litter of baby Wolverines is that what you want?â He asked and she clenched on his finger. âYes fuck! I want you to fuck so many babies into me.â She cried. He could tell by her breathing that she was close but he wasnât stopping.
She screamed his name so loud as she came all over his finger, âThatâs right baby. Scream my name, howl it. Nobody can hear you.â He said slowing the pace of his finger as she rode out her orgasm. He pulled his finger out and smirked. His finger was covered in her cum. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean. She watched with intense eyes as he did and he hummed, âFuck baby you taste amazing.â He said and stood up. She yawned and in that second she was up against a tree. She looked at him and he smirked, âLike I said darlinâ, Iâm fucking a baby into you every year.â Â
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đđđșđșđźđżđ | based on a request from the lovely @ultraintrovertedgryffindor ; getting stuck in an elevator with his best friend (and secret crush) was absolutely not on eddie's morning agenda, but it leads to one of his most wild fantasies coming to life.
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đđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽđ | SMUT (18+ only!! semi-public sex, oral m receiving, kinda pervy eddie but also slightly pervy reader with a balls fixation gee I wonder where that idea came from), best friends to lovers (but very very limited plot haha), pretty much exactly what it says on the tin y'all not sure what to say
Eddie laughed as he pressed his hands to the elevator doors, but it wasn't a laugh of amusementâ it was exasperation, frustration, an is this really happening? laugh.
"Soonest we can get a crew out there is uhh... noon?" the voice on the emergency phone informed you.
"Noon?!" you yelped. "It's not even half past eight!"
"What did I tell ya?" Eddie recalled, hanging his head in defeat for a second. "Nothing good happens before ten."
"Just try to stay calm and we'll be there when we can," the operator suggested, like it was so simple.
You didn't even reply to that, just scoffed and hung up.
It wasn't like he'd been looking forward to his GED exam, in fact he'd almost been hoping for a way to put it off or get out of it... but this was definitely not what he was imagining. Of all the elevators to get stuck in, this generic government building where he was supposed to have his big test proctored was probably the most boring option.
He glanced over at you, and stopped himself from making a dirty joke: you heard that Aerosmith single, right? Love In An Elevator?
That probably wouldn't have gone over well. He used to say stuff like that when you were both a little younger, but he'd since given up hope of it ever actually... inspiring anything. You two were probably better off as friends anyways; or, thatâs what he told himself to make it sting a little less.
âLooks like weâll be stuck in here for a whileâŠâ he mumbled instead. âDid they say what the issue is?â
âSome kind of power failure?â you recalled with a shrug. âItâs gonna take a while to fix, thatâs the important thing. Do you think theyâll call the fire department?â
âWho knows,â Eddie sighed, leaning against the wall as you sank onto the floor and dropped your head back against the wall. âI guess we should just try to get comfortable.â
Which was easier said than done, but at least he was stuck here with youâ you were generally pretty fun to talk to. Of course, you werenât exactly in your best mood due to the circumstancesâŠ
At 8:32, Eddie checked his watch. âIâm officially late for my exam,â he noticed.
At 9, you checked your own; âAnd Iâm officially late for work. We'll see if I even still have a job when we get out of here," you groaned. "I was on pretty thin ice already."
By 9:14, the stuffiness of the elevator was becoming harder to ignore. Eddie slipped off his jacket and vest in response to the heat, but resisted the urge to take off his Ozzy shirt. You'd seen him shirtless before, of course, but he figured out would be weirder without the right context.
"Fuck, it's hot in here," you whined quietly.
"I guess the power issue affects the A/C, huh," Eddie noticed.
"You think?" you scoffed, reaching up to unbutton the top of your shirt.
For some reason, he kinda liked when you were condescending like that; of course he loved it when you were sweet like usual, but when you got frustrated and sarcastic and looked at him like he was crazy... for whatever reason, it worked for him. And it was definitely working like never before when combined with your hasty efforts to open your shirt.
He expected you to stop after a couple buttons, but you just kept going, exposing more and more of your chest glistening with sweat. His eyes were glued to it, until you got low enough for him to see a glimpse of your bra, and he coughed as he turned his head quickly.
"Woah, hey, uh--" he stammered out awkwardly.
"Oh whatever, you've seen me in a bikini, it's the same thing," you rolled your eyes.
But it's not the same thing, because you were stripping, untucking the button-up from your tight skirt, fanning your flushed skin...
And he was tugging the crotch of his jeans down a bit when you weren't looking, trying to keep his oncoming boner from being too obvious.Â
Leaving your shirt open, you sighed and sat down on the floor, splaying your legs out on the ground. He could see how uncomfortable you were, and it made him press his lips together while he sighed through his nose. Though he was a little afraid you werenât in the mood for any friendly behavior as your frustration and stir-craziness increased, he walked across the elevator and sat down next to you. âI was probably gonna flunk the test,â he decided.
âWhat? No you werenât,â you scoffed. âYou studied so hard! Iâm really proud of you, you know.â
âJust âcause weâre stuck in here doesnât mean you should get all sappy with meââ he started.
âNoâ âcause weâre stuck in here Iâm not gonna put up with you trying to be down on yourself,â you decided sternly with a little glare at him. âYou were gonna fucking ace it, I know you were. You worked your ass off. I know you wanted to act like you didnât care, but you actually got your shit together and did it.â
âYou⊠you helped me a lot,â he mumbled sheepishly.
âPlease, I hardly did anythingâ mostly just kept you from getting too distracted,â you denied, blissfully unaware that he actually found you more distracting sometimes, but never minded it. âCan you stop being a pussy and just admit youâre actually smart, and dedicated, and more than capable of nailing this?â
He blinked quickly and looked down into his lap, feeling his face warm upâ not just from the heat. How could you be so mean and nice at the same time? Â
âAnd now itâs gonna go to waste, âcause of this godforsaken elevator,â you sighed, dropping your head back; a pessimistic end to a pep talk, but he couldnât blame you.
"Think of it this way: it couldn't get any worse!" Eddie offered with a faux-upbeat tone.
Right then, the lights in the elevator flickered and turned off, plunging you both into darkness. "I fucking hate you," you announced after a short silence.
He heard a whirring sound from somewhere else in the shaft, and a dimmer orange lighting came on inside the elevator; some kind of emergency back-up generator thing, probably. It was enough to see decently well, especially as his eyes started to adjust, but still made it feel like you were both in an even more perilous situation.
âI didnât sleep enough last night,â you admitted, âI might try to catch up on that. Maybe if I can sleep this will go by fasterâŠâ
âI like that plan,â he decided, even though he was pretty sure he wouldnât be able to do the same. Eddie had a hard time keeping still and quiet, but he managed to do it so you could get your rest.
He suspected you had fallen asleep when your breathing seemed to slow down a bitâ but he knew you had when you limply slumped to the side, your head gently landing on his shoulder. This happened every once in a while, a sign of how comfortable you were with him. He supposed he should be thankful for it, but sometimes it just made him furious. Because what cruel punishment was this, to have you lay on him like this when he can't put his arm around you and kiss your head and tell you how perfect you are?
The half-boner heâd wound up with earlier when you unbuttoned your shirt had never really gone away, and it noticed your proximity with renewed interest. Maybe it was just because he was so bored with literally nothing to do but think about you, but his mind kept coming up with all these fucked up ideas based on the eyeful heâd gotten. Â
What if youâd taken off your bra as well and let him see the tits heâd been fantasizing about for longer than he cared to admit? What if this had happened in winter instead and the elevator was brutally cold and you two had to hold your naked bodies together for warmth? What if that guy on the phone said this thing was airtight and two only had an hour to live and you decided you wanted to go out with a bang, literally? Â
He wondered if heâd be brave enough to tell you how he felt about you, if either or both of you only had an hour left. For better or for worse, this elevator shaft had airflow, so you were more likely to die of boredom than anything.
He shifted slightly, stuck in a somewhat awkward position, but it didn't help muchâ though thankfully it didn't wake you up, either. He just wished he could get some relief, somehow.
Obviously, he knew it was a bad idea. But the thing about his dick is it usually talked him into some pretty bad ideasâŠ
He tested the waters with a whisper of your name, but you just kept breathing slowlyâ you were out cold. Maybe you were even more nervous for him than you'd let on, if you were that underslept.
Reaching up with his free hand, all he had to do was grip himself through his jeans to get some relief; he sighed through his nose, shutting his eyes.
His cock flexed impatiently as he unzipped the jeans as slowly as possible to avoid making too much sound. But god was it worth the waitâ as soon as he slipped his hand into his boxers he had to bite his lip, it was so good just to get some attention for his poor, lonely dick.
This was far from the first time Eddie had jerked off to the thought of you. But he was sure he'd never done it while you were this close.
He did it once or twice in your bathroom while you were on the other side of the wall, that was probably the closest he'd come to this before. And that was chump change compared to this-- this was so risky it made his heart race and his hands shake with adrenaline, but it only made him more desperate for whatever reason.
He wouldn't have swiped his thumb through the precum at his slit if he had known how good it would feelâ or maybe if he'd known how good it would feel, he would've been able to prepare himself for it. But the anxiety of getting caught had made him even more sensitive, so he hadn't really seen it coming, and when he did it he let out a little moan through his teeth that he couldn't stop.
You stirred again and he froze; when you lifted your head off of his shoulder, he hastily shoved himself back into his jeans, trying to cover up the open fly with the bottom of his shirt.
âWere you⊠jerking off?â you realized, and he felt sick with fear as his heart raced like never before.
âW-what?â he scoffed incredulously. âIâ are you crazy?â
âEd,â you warned firmly.
âSorry,â he mumbled, âIâ sorryââ
âAre you that bored?â you mocked with a snort, and he felt even more flushed; it made his cock flex under the mediocre covering of his shirt when you degraded him like that.
âN-noâ well, yeah, I justâ you put your head on me and Iââ
âIt was because of me?â you realized, and his mouth fell open. He hadnât realized that you hadnât actually put that together yet; of course heâd ended up just digging himself deeper.
âW-well, uhâ I mean, no, no Iâ well. Kind of?â
âKind of, as inâŠâ
âCompletely,â he blurted out.
You were quiet for a long time, and he couldnât see your face well enough to even try to guess what you were thinking. Although you probably couldâve given him a thousand guesses and he never wouldâve guessed what you ended up saying: âYou want some help with that?â you offered.
But before he could even answerâ not that he really could, he was too busy having a short circuit in his brainâ you were reaching for his lap. And even if his mind was blown, his body knew to just lift his hands up and out of the way and let you do whatever you wanted to him.
You pulled up the bottom of his shirt and sighed a little when you saw his cock, still hard and leaking and curled up against his stomach. You carefully wrapped your hand around it, and he swallowed thickly, wondering if he was dreaming or somethingâ you were so⊠soft.
âLike this?â you asked gently, making his hips twitch up into your hand for a second.
âY-yeah,â he nodded, eyes glued to the way your hand looked wrapped around him. If only the lights werenât out, he wanted to see it even better.
He looked at your face, moving your hair a little to make sure he could see you, but from what he could tell your eyes were trained on his lap.
âFuuuck,â he whispered when you stroked him a bit more confidently. He wanted to shut his eyes from how good it felt, but he didnât want to look away from a moment of this in case you, you know, came to your senses and stopped.
âSâreally thick,â you said, under your breath, a little bit shyly. He groaned and ran his hand over your back, trying not to do too much in case it startled you but also totally helpless to how badly he needed you. âI wonder if I canâŠâ
You trailed off, and before he could decide if he should ask what you were going to say, youÂ
As soon as you leaned down and put your mouth around him, his back arched and his legs kicked a bit. âFuck, baby,â he choked out, melting into the warm feeling of your lips, your tongueâ god, he couldnât believe you were doing this to him. He actually had to fight the urge to tell you so, to admit how much heâd imagined this; he settled for whining out your name and running a hand over your hair encouragingly. âSâfucking warm, oh my godââ
You hummed around him, sucking a bit harder, swirling your tongue around the tip; who the fuck taught you that? It made his chest burn with some targetless jealousy even while it made his cock flex proudly.Â
Your hand still gripping the base, you took him a little bit deeper, moaning a little bit once again while you did it. No way you actually enjoyed this, right?
You pulled your head up a bitâ he took his hand away quickly, not trying to hold you down or anythingâ and just when he wondered if you might stop, you dropped down lower so you could run your tongue up from the very bottom all the way to his leaking slitâ
âJesus,â he laughed thinly, âwhat are you doing to me, baby?â
âWhatever I wanna do,â you repliedâ if he was a little braver, he wouldâve asked what made you want this, how long you wanted thisâ but he was more than content to let you do whatever you wanted, so far you had some pretty fucking good ideas.
Your head sank even a little bit lower, and he pushed his jeans down just a bit in case they were getting in your way. Boy, was he glad he did. âFuck,â he gasped, watching in shock as you looked up at him while your tongue ran over his balls. âSorry, theyâre, uh, kinda sweatyâŠâ
âEven better,â you purred; what the fuck were you doing acting so dirty like that?
âBaby,â he laughed thinly, âis this some kind of claustrophobia-induced psychosis or something? Who are you and what have you done with my prude best friend?â
âPrude? Thatâs unfair,â you laughed. âJust âcause I donât advertise every dirty thought that goes through my mind doesnât mean Iâm not as much of a freak as youâŠâ
âFreak is an understatement,â he sighed, struggling to keep his voice even when he was literally watching you lick all over his balls like this. âYouâre a proper fucking slut.â
You hummed proudly, eyes getting a little heavierâ when you looked up at him like that, he was totally helpless. âItâs slutty to wanna taste your best friendâs balls?â
âF-fuck, of course it is,â he whined, cock flexing in your hand again when you licked a stripe up between then.
âWell then yeah, guess Iâm a slut,â you agreed.Â
âG-god, Iâ Iâm gonnaââ he tried to warn you, but it happened so fastâ it happened the second you started to gently suck on his balls, in fact. What was he supposed to do when you did that?! How could he not shoot cum all over his now-definitely-ruined shirt?
âOh shit,â you giggledâ his cock was still flexing and you were already mocking him.
âWhatâ what the fuck,â he began, trying to catch his breath, âmade you wanna do that?â
But you were already straddling his lap, pulling up your skirt to your waist.
âF-fuck, baby, Iâ are you seriouslyâ?â
He cut himself off and whimpered when he got a good look at your panties, the cute lacy kindâ and pretty fucking soaked already.
âI-I donât have a condom,â he warned you, cursing himself inside for finally throwing out the one in his wallet thinking he would never end up needing it.
âDonât care,â you sighed, pulling your panties aside and guiding his tip right up to your entrance.
âFuck, thatâsââ
He was gonna say it was insanely hot, but you hardly noticed; you were already sliding down onto him, taking him in one motion right to the base.
âOh fuck!â he nearly shouted, gripping hard onto your thighs. âF-fuck, youâre so tight, fuckâŠâ
You started moving right away, grinding on top of him for a second before lifting your hips and bouncing up and down. âFuck,â you sighed, âso deepâŠâ
Was it wrong that he loved the way you were basically just using him? You hadnât even let him finish his sentence, you didnât ask if he could handle it right after comingâ you just started riding him, and far be it from him to complain about that.
âTake this off,â he pleaded, tugging at your unbuttoned shirt and trying to push it off your shoulders.
You helped him get it off, and before youâd even tossed it off to the side he was reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. The gods of bra clasps smiled down upon him that day, because he was sure heâd never gotten one open so quickly, and if there was any time he really needed it, it was now.
âFuck,â he groaned when he got a good look at themâ not good enough in this dim orange lighting, but it would doâ and instantly got a hold of your chest. You didnât seem to mind the clammy hands, considering the way you whimpered a little and clenched inside around him. âGod, baby, your titsâŠâ
As much as heâd been waiting ages for a chance to see you naked, he couldnât deny you looked way too good with the skirt, stockings, and heels still on. He could already tell this was going to give him a complex.
He ran a hand up your leg as you moved just to feel the silky nylon; god, he hoped you didnât get fired for the unexplained extreme lateness, if not just for your sake then so that you would keep dressing like this every day. âSo pretty,â he sighed, wondering if you could see in the dark how totally in awe he was of you.
âOh my god,â you gasped, in that way heâd always imagined you would in a time like this. Your head fell back and he couldnât help but reach up and grab your neckâ not applying much pressure, just holding you there, just admiring how goddamn perfect his hand looked wrapped around you. Â
âYouâre so fucking sexy,â Eddie sighed, âfuck, look at you go.â
You smiled a little, he could see it even with your head tilted back like that, and it was just amazing seeing you so⊠free? So relaxed and totally shameless, giving in to your pleasure. But it wasnât enough: he wanted to see you lose all your composure, he wanted to hear you scream his name, he wanted to make you shake and cry and begâ that was why he grabbed a tight hold of your hips and pulled you down onto him, bucking his hips up to meet you halfway. It forced his cock even deeper and you yelped a little.
âNot too big for you, is it?â he taunted.
âNo, fuck, sâperfect,â you moaned, your voice deep and rough and so fucking beautiful like this. âFuckinâ perfect, Ed, o-oh godââ
âKeep saying my name,â he ordered.
âEddie,â you said, again, but this time all needy and cute; it just made him fuck you harder, biting down on his lip to muffle some of his own noisesâ he just wanted to hear you. He pulled you down and hugged you close, keeping you still so he could fuck up into you exactly how he wanted; you moaned right by his ear, fuck it was too precious. Â
âIâm already close again,â he admitted with a thin laugh. âFuck, look what you do to me.â
You whined louder, clenching on his cockâ he seriously did not know how much more of this he could take.
âWanted you so bad,â he blurted out, unable to stop himself, âwanted this for so long. Wanted to fuck youâ I wanna make you come, fuck, please, please come.â
He felt you nod against his shoulder as you gasped, and he shut his eyes tight, just focusing on his movements and trying his best not to speed up too much just to chase his own high. He needed you to come more than he needed his own pleasure, even if everything in his body was screaming for a chance to come inside you. âSo close,â you panted, âfuck, Eddie, donât stopâ please donât stopâ yes!â
The lights turning back on suddenly startled you both, making him freeze and look around (and squint a little from the brightness), but that was nothing compared to the shock of the doors opening. Behind them was mostly just concrete, the space between floors, but up top was about two feet of the eighth level, where a crew of firefighters could be seen peering in.
âAre they alright?â someone from the building asked as Eddie scrambled to grab his jacket from the corner and cover you up with it.
âYeah, looks like theyâre doing just fine,â one of the men announced as they broke out in surprised laughter.
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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: youâre tutoring steve (thereâs not a lot of learning going on) and heâs a smug asshole sometimes. (ft. ice cream, trains, and karaoke)
modern!steve x fem!readerÂ
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 itâs steve referring to himself)Â 18+ MDNI!!!!!!
wc:Â 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.Â
Boston was busy most of the time, a Friday or Saturday night in downtown made the city feel alive, electrifiedâbut 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.Â
It was your third year at Boston University and youâd 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.Â
With this new school and new city, youâd 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. Youâd like to say you were Robin's best friend, but you knew that title was reserved for someone else.Â
You didnât know Steve Harrington, but you certainly knew of him. Hushed whispers and tired rumors always swirled through the air when Steve was aroundâand even when he wasnât.Â
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. Youâd 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 couldnât 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.Â
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 wasnât 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 donât add to the conversation at all.Â
Even with Steve being Robinâs best friend, the two of you hardly ever overlapped. Youâd see him in passing or heâd be coming to see Robin while you were leaving, but that was it. You werenât 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 didnât have any issues with that.Â
And so when your professor pulls you aside after algebra ll, you realize your overlap with Steve Harrington just increased tenfold.Â
âSteve is asking for some outside help and we talked about it and decided the group sessions that I do probably arenât going to be a good fit. I know youâve picked up some one on one sessions in the past and made you my first stop.âÂ
Although you donât want to admit it, your heart beats a little faster at the thought of spending one on one time with Steve. Youâre not sure if itâs excitement or dreadâmaybe a mix of both.Â
âI, uh, I can do that. Heâs serious about this right? I donât want to waste my time if heâs not really wanting to learn something.â Okay, so maybe youâd let some of the rumors about him wiggle their way into your brain, but you couldnât help it!Â
âHe is. From what Iâve seen he takes his classes seriously, despite what others say about him. I donât think heâd ask for help just to make a joke out of it.â
She had a point, why would he go out of his way to seek tutoring if he wasnât serious about it? And if someone needed some help and you could do it, you were going to.Â
âAlright, Iâm in. You can give him my number and Iâll see about setting something up.âÂ
âââ-
Your phone buzzing beside you while you laid in bed that night wasnât out of the ordinary but it was strange when you looked and didnât recognize the number on your screen. Until you remembered the conversation youâd had with Professor Benson that morning. And until you scrolled through the messages and saw his name.Â
Unknown: Hi! I heard you agreed to be my tutor! Professor B didnât tell me your name but thank you!Â
Unknown: You are a lifesaver.Â
Unknown: Oh shit this is Steve Harrington by the way. I forgot to mention that.Â
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 wouldnât go back on your word over some jitters.Â
It only took you writing and rewriting the message about twenty times before you came up with something simple that didnât make you cringe.Â
Y/n: Hi, Steve! Youâre welcome, I hope I can be of some help to you. Iâm y/n, by the way. Did you have a certain time or place you wanted to meet up for your first session? Iâm free most days after 6.Â
Steve: Y/n? As in the person Robin has replaced me with? What a small world.Â
Y/n: Funny. I donât think anyone could replace your spot in Robinâs life, but yes thatâs me.
A small smile worked its way on your lips as you went back and forth with him, some of the nerves slipping away.Â
Steve: Well lucky me, Iâll finally get to spend some time with the girl Iâve heard so much about. But as for the first session, what about the library at 7 tomorrow? The tables in the back?Â
You tried not to let the first part of his text affect you so much, but it did. If you were being honest, you didnât think he even knew about you at all, so the thought that he had was making your pulse speed up.Â
Y/n: Sounds perfect. Iâll see you then!Â
Y/n: Oh and Iâve heard plenty about you too, all good things.Â
Steve: Letâs hope I live up to my name then. See you tomorrow.Â
âââ
Steve was living up to his name, but not the one Robin had given him.Â
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 wouldnât fault Steve for not being early, that wouldnât be fair, but you would fault him for being an hour late.Â
Well technically he still hadnât shown up.Â
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.Â
You texted Robin to see if she knew anything about what was going on and she didnât. If he wasnât 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 didnât 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!Â
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. Youâd try one more time, send one more text before you were done.Â
Y/n: Can you at least let me know youâre alive?
That was fifteen minutes ago and still nothing. Looking down at your phone you see itâs 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.Â
Itâs when youâre sliding in your laptop that you hear it. Panicked footsteps are hurrying toward you and you donât 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.Â
âFuck, Iâm here! Shit, Iâm sorry but Iâm here.â
You ignore him, itâs all you can do right now and honestly you think itâs best for both of you that you donât speak. Youâd been up since 5 am and that wasnât his fault, but it definitely was his fault that he was showing up 2 hours late and keeping you up when you didnât have to be.Â
Zipping up your bag and grabbing your keys off the table you turn, brushing past him without so much as a glance before youâre heading to the doors of the library. Maybe youâre being a little dramatic but you donât 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.Â
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 donât turn to him, donât give any acknowledgment of his presence besides the pause of your feet.Â
âIâm sorry I was a little lateââ
That gets your attention and itâs enough to break the little silent treatment youâve had going. Itâs enough to have you pulling your arm away from his hand despite the warmth it provided as you turn to finally face him.Â
âA little? Try two hours, Steve.âÂ
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 thatâs been building inside of you since the half hour mark.Â
But heâs standing in front of you for the first time and while heâs spewing sorryâs youâre taking him in. His hair is disheveled and his lips are a little swollen, like he or someone else has been biting on them. Heâs wearing a lilac t-shirt that looks a little too good on him and jeans that hug him in all the right places.Â
âShit, Iâm sorry. Time got away from me and I didnât realize until I was leaving her house that it was so late! I thought Iâd given us plenty of time but I guess IâŠI fucked up.âÂ
You donât hear much after âleaving her houseâ, 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.Â
âWas everyone okay?â 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. Heâd been too busy with a girl to remember you.Â
And yes you realize it wasnât so much you specifically as it was your tutoring session, but that didnât 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 wouldnât get over, at least tonight, was that heâd taken advantage of someone wanting to help him and wasted your time.Â
âOh, yeah, everyoneâs okay. It was more like aâŠa date, I guess.âÂ
âRight. And your phone stopped working?âÂ
He scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his face, âI didnât hear it go off and when I saw all your texts I was already almost here so I just didnât respond.â Well at least heâs honest.Â
âOkay. Maybe you should try out a group session with Professor B before you rule it out completely, you might do well with it.âÂ
He pulled back, eyes wide and a look of surprise written across features. You get the feeling heâs not used to being told no, even indirectly. âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âIt means that itâs not fair to me to waste my time. I agreed to this because I wanted to help you but if you couldnât be bothered to show up on time or even call me to let me know you couldnât make it, it doesnât really give me hope that this will be beneficial for either of us.âÂ
His face hardens the slightest bit and despite the pull you have to be a people pleaser, to say sorry and that itâs okay, you hold strong and straighten your shoulders as he stares down at you.Â
âSo thatâs it? One strike and Iâm out?â Thereâs almost a scoff when he says it, like he canât believe you and it only adds fuel to the fire burning in your chest.Â
âWell you havenât exactly made a great first impression. If a date is more important than math, thatâs fine. I really donât care. But I wonât clear my nights and sit in libraries alone for someone that doesnât take this seriously.â You watch him take in your words, furrow between his brows getting deeper the more you talk and you just keep going. âAnd for the record, I donât owe you more than one shot. Whatâs the point of this if youâll just strike out?âÂ
âI donât strike out.âÂ
A laugh of disbelief flies out of you, hands going up like your surrendering, âReally? Thatâs all you got out of what I just said?â He shrugged at you and despite his pretty face you felt nothing but contempt for him right now.Â
âIt was a mistake. I lost track of time. If you think youâre too good to give me a shot to prove that I care, then whatever.âÂ
âYouâre an asshole! Donât try to-to manipulate me into feeling bad about you doing something shitty. Me setting a boundary with you does not mean I think Iâm too good, it means I know my time is worth something and I donât have to put up with bullshit from people, especially someone I donât even know!â You can see the regret on his face, the way his features soften and his shoulders slump. âMaybe next time set an alarm or donât schedule a date on the same day as tutoring. Or maybe let someone know you wonât make it before they sit there waiting for 2 hours to help you out. And maybe if you donât do any of that, show up and donât be an asshole when theyâre upset about it. Maybe learn that youâre not entitled to peopleâs time and effort just because you think you deserve it.âÂ
Finished with your little rant you take a breath, hoping he doesnât lash out at you because you feel your courage waning and you just want to go home and sleep.Â
But all he does is nod at you with dim eyes before heâs turning on his heel and walking in the other direction before you can say anything else. Not that you would, you think youâd gotten it all out when you were standing in the middle of an almost empty street scolding him like a toddler.Â
Maybe youâd been wrong in your theories about Steve Harrington. Or maybe you just didnât fall into the group of people that got to see a different side of him.Â
ââââ-
Steve felt like shit.Â
Heâd 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 didnât even like him and called him once every few weeks when she was bored? To be fair he didnât really like her either, so that made him only feel more shitty.Â
Youâd told him off, which didnât happen often and regardless of how pissed off or embarrassed heâd been, it was hard to stay upset when he noticed the cute little twitch your nose would do when you yelled at him.Â
And he felt bad because you were Robinâs friend, one of her best friends! Heâd been hearing about you for what seemed like forever and now that he was actually going to spend some time with you, heâd 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
But right now he was worried about passing algebra and making things right with you. Robin would kill him if he didnât, and he owed it to you to at least try to be decent.Â
Thatâs how he finds himself here, standing in front of you and Eddie where youâre perched in the shade under a big tree in the center of campus. Before last night heâs never said more than a hello to you and he doesnât think heâs ever even been this close to Eddie.Â
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 whoâll bite if he gets too close. He feels a twinge of something deep in his stomach watching you cling to Eddie and maybe itâs because youâre so pretty or maybe itâs because Robin has built you up in his head to be this angel that heâs kind of enamored with.Â
âCan I talk to you?â Heâs wearing sunglasses so you canât see the way his eyes dart around your face and settle on the small pout you're wearing on your glossy, peach colored lips.Â
âYou didnât have much to say last night, nothing good at least.â You had one hell of a backbone, heâd give you that. From what heâd 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.Â
He didnât 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, âOh hear him out, yeah? It wonât hurt anything.â Steve gave Eddie a quick, grateful nod and turned back just in time to see you rolling your eyes at the both of them.Â
â5 minutes, Harrington.âÂ
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 doesnât have any besides Robin that really count. Maybe if he quit being an ass, you and Eddie would be his friends too.Â
âFirst 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. Iâm sorry I took that for granted.â He watches your lips part in what could either be shock or surprise and the small nod you give makes him keep going. âAnd Iâm really sorry for the shitty stuff I said. It was a dick move trying to make you feel guilty when you didnât do anything wrong. Iâm lucky you even agreed to help me in the first place, sânot your job. I guess Iâm justâŠused to getting my way. It sounds shitty to say it out loud but I guess we both know itâs true. I realize you donât owe me anything and I havenât done anything to earn a second chance, so Iâm sorry. Iâm gonna try out a group session and see how that goes, I think. But uh, yeah, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âIâm not going to apologize for anything.â 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.Â
âI donât 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.âÂ
When you donât 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.Â
âThank youâfor the apology. I can tell you mean it and thatâs all I wanted. It sounds like you actually heard what I was saying andâŠand if you want a second shot, youâve earned one.âÂ
âReally?â He smiled wide at you, hand grabbing yours that youâd held out and he lifted you up with ease. You nodded at him and he felt relief all over. He didnât realize he still had your hand in his until you gave him a squeeze and he dropped it, shrugging shyly.Â
âTwo strikes and you are out, Steve. Donât make me regret this.âÂ
He couldnât 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.Â
âI told you I don't strike out, didnât I?â
âââââ
You were very pleasantly surprised by Steveâs apology, kind of shocked by it too. You hadnât 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.Â
When he was standing there so sincere and upset, you couldnât help but to offer him another chance. This was the Steve you thought youâd seen, kind and attentive. You were happy you werenât totally wrong about him.Â
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. Itâs like he lit a spark in you and you loved every second, even if you pretended like he got on your nerves.Â
In the last two weeks you and Steve had gotten together about 4 times, and it was going well! Youâd 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.Â
And heâd 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.Â
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.Â
Like now youâre sitting beside himâyou had sat down across from him but he pouted like a child and said it would be easier if you were closerâand heâs complaining about the quadratic formula for the millionth time.Â
âWeâre almost done, Steve. Two more problems and youâre free to go.âÂ
âI think I should get a reward for all this.â He would probably stomp his foot at you if he was standing up and you canât help but huff a small laugh at the little frown heâs wearing, chin in his hand and shoulders slumped in annoyance.Â
âYou do. Youâll pass the class.â
Heâs 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.Â
âLame. I was thinking more of a kiss, let me have a quick taste of those pretty lips.â No matter how many times he mentions your mouth or howâd you taste it never fails to thrill you, your face heating and your eyes darting everywhere but his.Â
Itâs 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. Heâll 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.Â
Youâve turned back to your own notes, leaving Steve to work on the last few problems and of course he does anything but. Itâs 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.Â
âYou are a child.â You swat at his chest and regret it when he catches your wrist in his hand, skin turning hot under his touch. You canât look away from where his fingers wrap around you and it makes you dizzy to feel his rough hands against your skin.Â
âHit me again, baby.âÂ
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.Â
Heâs 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. âCâmon, please?âÂ
âNo reward for you if you donât finish those problems.â Despite the turmoil going on inside your voice sounds cool, unaffected, and you thank god for that.Â
âFine. I can be a good boy when I want to be.âÂ
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. Youâre pleasantly surprised when he actually goes back to his work, finishing the problems quickly and you beam at him when theyâre all right.Â
âSee! I told you, just need to take your time with this stuff. Iâm proud of you, Steve.â For once heâs the one blushing, brushing it off like itâs nothing and asking for his reward. You should have known, a child never forgets a promise you make them.Â
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. Heâs still beside you, anticipating your next move and if you werenât so hell bent on teasing him back, youâd kiss him right now.Â
Your lips graze him and itâs 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.Â
âIce cream. Thatâs your reward.âÂ
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 youâve started something that you wonât win.Â
When he speaks you canât help but watch the way his mouth wraps around the words so sensually you feel it all over, like heâs touching every inch of your skin and itâs addicting.Â
âPerfect. Mâdying for something sweet.âÂ
âââ-
He canât stop thinking about the feeling of your lips on his skin, even if it lasted all of three seconds itâs running through his mind on a loop and making his head a mess.Â
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.Â
Youâre walking side by side to your favorite ice cream place now, the sun is out and bright but despite that thereâs 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.Â
Remembering the small smile of victory you had makes him smile, but not as big as heâll 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.Â
Spending some time with you over the last two weeks, itâs obvious to him why Robin is so obsessed with you. Youâre hilarious, sometimes you make him laugh so hard his stomach hurts and he has tears in his eyes. Heâd 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 theyâre talking about. Youâre just so kind and good that he wants to be as close to you as possible at all times.Â
But this is the first time you two are venturing outside of the library together and he thinks heâll spend much more time convincing you to do things with him besides math. Now that heâs got a taste he needs more, craves it.Â
He doesnât even notice youâve arrived until youâre 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 heâd 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.Â
Since thereâs 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.Â
âDonât tell me youâre one of those people whoâs gonna say it tastes like toothpaste or something.â Your jaw drops in offense and he has to roll his lips into his mouth to keep from laughing at how cute you are.Â
âI wasnât! I only made that face because I almost got it myself.âÂ
âAnd the thought of having a similar taste to me is making you feel sick?âÂ
âNo, just didnât peg you as a mint chocolate chip guy.âÂ
âSo youâve been thinking about pegging me.â He knows youâve realized what youâve done before the words even leave his mouth and he smirks at you anyways. Heâll take any chance to get you all flustered and riled up.Â
âPay for my damn ice cream, Harrington.âÂ
He doesnât 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 whatâs 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.Â
He likes it a little too much.Â
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. Heâs not sure why youâre surprised, he always takes any opportunity to be close to you.Â
Slinging an arm around your shoulder he lets his fingertips toy with your hair, smiling when he feels you relax into him. âCan I have a bite?â 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.Â
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.Â
Itâs go time.Â
âWanna bite?â Heâs 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.Â
Before you can reach for a napkin he grabs your wrist, smiling all innocent when you look at him with confusion in your eyes. âI got it, donât worry.âÂ
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.Â
The spoon clatters on the table between you and he hasnât moved, face just inches away from yours and his hand isnât playing with your hair anymore, itâs gripping the back of the booth so tight it hurts.Â
âSteve..â 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 thatâs still behind you. Thereâs a shine on your cheek from his spit and heâs so hard he can feel his heartbeat all through his body.Â
Despite the cockiness running through him at the way youâve melted, his voice is quiet and breathless just like yours when he speaks where only you can hear him. âWhat? Just cleaning you up, messy girl.âÂ
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.Â
If there wasnât anyone else here heâd have you lick his fingers clean, he can see the way youâre itching to do it.
But thereâs more people coming into the shop and heâs 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 youâve created.Â
âYou ready, Stevie?â 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âGood reward then?â Itâs you that breaks the silence and heâs grateful, his heart racing in his chest despite the smug smirk heâs wearing looking down at you.Â
âOh baby, the best.â
âââââ
You and Steve spend about four days a week together at this point and youâre not convinced he even needs that much tutoring but you donât complain. Youâll take any chance to spend some time with him.Â
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 heâs distracting you with a movie or a game or a promise of food.Â
Itâs 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.Â
Since then things havenât 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. Heâs still touchy and smug all the time, but hasnât put his tongue anywhere near you since. Unfortunately.Â
Tonight youâre both at your place, you lying out across your couch in a t-shirt and pajama shorts that really donât 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.Â
Heâs been less like himself tonight, quiet and there's a little furrow between his brows that has you worried. By this point heâd usually be wrapped around you, playing with your hair or rubbing at your neck. But heâd barely touched you today, barely teased you and you wondered what had happened between yesterday and today that had him so out of sorts.Â
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.Â
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. âBe right back, honey.âÂ
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.Â
You donât 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 canât help but to look.Â
And you immediately regret it.Â
Brooke: Are you still coming over tonight? Itâs been over a month, I miss you.Â
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 donât keep up with that Steve does but heâs spent most of his time with you for the last month, so you canât help but wonder if the last time he saw her was the day of his first tutoring session.Â
And that should make you feel a little better, should dull the raging jealousy coursing through you but it doesnât. It doesnât because from her text, heâs already made plans to go over. Maybe this is why heâs being so weird tonight, heâs ready to go seeâŠher. And then youâre even more upset because it was your idea to hang out tonight and you wish he would have just said no because then you wouldnât have seen this text and you wouldnât feel like youâre about to cry.Â
You and Steve werenât together, hadnât even gone on a date or kissed or been anything more than friends. But that doesnât mean you havenât developed this huge crush on him thatâs taken over every part of your brain. And the teasing, the touches, they meant something to you.Â
Maybe that was your mistake.Â
Maybe heâs that way with everyone and you read too much into it. Maybe youâve 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
The click of the bathroom lock snaps you from your spiral and you pull yourself off the couch, gathering up trash from the snacks youâd eaten so you donât have to look him in the eye. And you shouldnât say anything, should pretend it didnât happen and figure this out later but you canât help but let the words slip out when he walks back into your living room.Â
âGot a text while you were in the bathroom.â He doesnât say anything but doesnât really have the chance because youâre rushing into the kitchen and deciding that now is the best time to do those dishes you meant to do before he came over.Â
Hopefully heâll justâŠgo. You know he wonât but maybe that would be easier if you didnât 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 thatâs keeping the tears that are building from falling down your cheeks.Â
âY/nâŠâ Heâs behind you now, close enough that you can feel his presence and you know if you just took one step back youâd be pressed up against his chest, youâd 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.Â
A noncommittal hum is all he gets from you. You donât move your head to look at him, you canât because if you do youâre not sure you wonât cry. And you canât let him see you cry over something that was never there.Â
âCan you look at me? Please?â 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 youâre worried it might snap in your grip.Â
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. Heâs your friend. Thatâs all. âIf you need to leave, thatâs fine. Seriously itâsâyou can go if you want.â Your voice cracks the slightest bit, but he notices. Of course he does.Â
âSweetheart, look at me.âÂ
Your chest hurts at the endearment and you squeeze your eyes shut tight because you know heâs 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 youâve scrubbed clean and smash it into a million pieces.Â
If thereâs one thing youâve learned about Steve, itâs that he wonât give in. Heâll stand behind you all night, miss his date with Brooke if thatâs what it takes. He wonât give up until youâre looking at him, but you donât know why. Donât 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.Â
His lips part softly and his hands are hovering between you, not sure if he should reach over and touch you. âItâs notâsheâs notâŠI donât want to leave.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âI donât know why I even made the plans in the first place! Iâd rather be here with you anyways.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
Heâs pacing in front of you now, hands fisted in his hair and he looks like heâs 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.Â
âIâve just beenâŠmy mind has been fucked lately and I donât know what I even think anymore and I do stupid shit when I donât know what do to.âÂ
âOkay, Steve.âÂ
âAre you just gonna keep saying okay?â Heâs stopped pacing, the stare heâs wearing keeps you still in place against the sink and you feel like shrinking under his gaze.Â
âWhat do you want me to say? If you want to go hang out with her, you can! Youâre an adult, Steve. You donât have to spend all your time with me.âÂ
âBut I want to.â Heart thudding hard in your chest you try to make sense of what heâs saying, what heâs not saying. Heâs giving you something, dancing around what he wants to say and you wonât give yourself false hope, wonât read too far into this. Youâve become friends, best friends even and you donât want to fuck that up.Â
âThen stay.âÂ
You should talk about this, you know it and he knows it. You should get everything out in the open so thereâs no more secret plans and unshed tears but you donât. Instead he nods at you, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you so youâre 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.Â
The show drones on around you, but youâre 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.Â
âMâsorry I made you sad. Never want to do that, youâre too pretty to cry over me, too sweet.âÂ
You just nod against him, closing your eyes and feeling the thump of his chest on your cheek. He doesnât say anything else and youâre grateful.Â
ââââ-
Itâs 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.Â
When you had woken up that next day Steve was still there, hand still on your hip with his head thrown back in what couldnât be comfortable as he slept beside you. He woke up soon after and both of you justâŠpretended it hadnât happened. The last week had been normal, so normal youâd convinced yourself that night was some sort of glitch.Â
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.Â
Thatâs how you are now, sprawled under that same big tree Steve had come to apologize to you under all those weeks ago. Heâs 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 canât see, Robin beside Steve with a book sheâs not reading in her hand.Â
Heâd 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.
âWe should all go to Lansdowne this weekend.â That suggestion couldnât 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 sheâs physically pained by the thought.Â
âNow donât sound too excited.â 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.Â
âIâll go, Steve. But youâre buying my first drink.âÂ
âThatâs my girl!â 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.Â
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 hasnât seen him show anyone before. They watch you snuggle into him, content and comfort written all over your features.Â
ââââ-
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.Â
The temptation to text Steve and bail was clawing at you, but you couldnât. Usually spending time with him was something that made you feel better, so you hoped that was the case tonight.Â
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.Â
That was how you found yourself now, tucked into Steveâs side at the bar at 11pm with a short denim skirt snug around your hips that youâd 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 Steveâs palm resting there had you blushing already.Â
You were both three drinks in, a nice buzz in your veins that had you giggling into his chest without embarrassment. When youâd seen him tonight, you knew you were going to need some liquid reinforcements to survive. Heâd 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.Â
There might have been an audible gulp at the sight of him, but with three dirty shirleyâs pumping through you, you eyed him up without care, taking in every inch of him with a palpable hunger.Â
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. âForgot to mention itâs karaoke night.âÂ
âI am not participating in that.âÂ
That little frown he does when he doesnât get his way pops up, lips pouted at you like youâd stolen his candy. âWhy not?âÂ
âBetween the two of us youâre the rockstar, Harrington, not me.âÂ
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 youâd been here Steve had gotten his name down on the list for karaoke without you knowing, and it was his turn now.Â
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. âEyes on me, baby.âÂ
Liked youâd be able to look anywhere else.Â
You watch him hop up on the small stage thatâs only a few feet tall, no hint of nervousness on his face as he smiles at the small crowd thatâs paying attention to him. Thereâs lights focused on him and you think he was made to be in the spotlight with how good he looks up there. Youâre 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.Â
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. Youâre careful not to drool at his arms on display, bulging slightly when he lifts them to grip his hands around the mic.Â
âHello, Boston!âÂ
Youâd think this was his personal show the way the crowd cheered back at him, encouraging what you know was nothing but mischievous behavior. Heâs getting the attention of more of the bar the longer he stands up there and you canât blame them, heâs a sight to see.Â
âYou all look beautiful tonight!âÂ
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.Â
Heâs practically bouncing on his heels as he sings the first few notesâand 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.Â
His hands are wrapped around the microphone in front of him, eyes screwed shut when he gets to the chorus and you feel like youâre 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.Â
When he starts singing againâand fuck heâs goodâhis 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 youâre thankful itâs so packed in here, the people around you keeping you from falling to the ground.Â
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.Â
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 itâs hard to catch your breath. Heâs jumping around, putting on a noteworthy performance while the patrons around you yell and dance with him.Â
Every once in a while his nose bumps against the mic and you canât get over how alluring he looks with his lips grazing the mic. Heâs captivating, stealing the attention of almost everyone in the room now and your heart swells in your chest.Â
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.Â
Maybe you could use another drink after all.Â
 âââââ
Steve was sweaty from karaoke, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck, button up heâd been wearing thrown somewhere and he was sure heâd 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.Â
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.Â
Heâd 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.Â
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 youâd chosen a crop top for tonight.Â
Possessiveness stirs in his belly, hands fisted at his side at the laugh you give him. Itâs fake, he can tell, but it still makes his jaw clench uncomfortably.Â
Youâre not interested in this guy, he can see that. Youâve leaned back enough to create some space between the two of you and your eyes dart around the bar quickly and he knows youâre looking for him.Â
Little did you know that even if you werenât looking for him, heâd still be there. Heâd always be there. Couldnât keep himself away from you even if he wanted to, which he didnât. Heâd become addicted to your strawberry scent and your sweet little giggles. Heâd become addicted to you.Â
Itâs 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.Â
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.Â
When heâs 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. âTold ya Iâd be right back, doll.â He doesnât acknowledge the man beside him, eyes focused on yours.Â
Your thighs clamp shut around his hand and a devious smirk plays on his lips at the feeling. âWhoâs this?â 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.Â
âI-I donât know. We were just talking.â Steve hums at you, eyes drinking in the little drops of sweat rolling down your neck and down your shirt. Heâs itching to lean forward and collect them on his tongue, to taste any part of you he can get his hands on.Â
You yelp when his fingers pinch at your inner thigh, hands coming up to grip his forearm in surprise. He doesnât miss the way your hips shifted forward though, searching for his touch instinctively.Â
âDonât want these boys talking to you, do you?â Heâs leaning closer to you but still talking loud enough that the prick who canât take a hint can hear him. You shake your head quickly and he smiles. âItâs because youâre my girl, isn't it baby? Want them to know youâre mine to take home, mine to play with, mine to keep.âÂ
At this point heâs not even talking for the benefit of saving you from some creep in a bar, you both know that. Heâs not just staking his claim so theyâll leave you alone, heâs telling you the truth, what you both already know but refuse to talk about. Heâs yours as much as you are his. Itâs been that way for weeks.Â
For him itâs 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.Â
Youâre nodding at him with blown out eyes, thighs still keeping his hand trapped between them. The guy youâd been talking to is long gone but neither of you seem to notice or care.Â
âSo say it.â 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 doesnât care. Heâd stand here in pain all night if you kept looking at him like that.Â
âIâm your girl.âÂ
His chest swells with pride, grinning down at you and watching you just eat up the unsaid praise. Youâre blooming under his gaze, chest puffing out the slightest bit and his mouth waters.Â
Itâs hard to breathe when youâre looking at him like that. His stomach feels tight and a feeling he canât quite describe takes over. He wants to feel your skin on his, to taste you, smell you, anything youâll give him. But he also feels like he could be sick, just looking at you being too much for him right now.Â
He uses his thumb to tap on your thigh so youâll 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 shouldâve known you were a good girl, the best one really. You donât even question him as he grips your hips in his hand, pulling you flush against him while the music booms around you.Â
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 youâll hear him.Â
âSaw the way you were watching me up on the stage earlier.âÂ
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.Â
âYou looked good up there, like a natural.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âHmm, my rockstar.âÂ
The praise shoots down his spine and makes his body buzz. Heâs 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.Â
You pressed against him mixed with the sticky air surrounding you is too much, his head feels fuzzy and heâs seconds away from biting on your lips and licking into your mouth.Â
âLetâs get out of here.âÂ
âââââââ
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 youâre worried youâll 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.Â
âCanât risk losing my precious cargo.âÂ
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.Â
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 Steveâs shoulder to see more people piling on. He presses closer to you to make room and your heart thuds harshly against your chest.Â
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 heâs caging you in. Heâs pressed up against you completely, your chin touching his chest and lips hover near your forehead.Â
It doesnât 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 thatâs like a second skin. Itâs hugging his chest and waist and itâs taking everything in you not to lean forward and nip at his arm.Â
And then youâre 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.Â
Fuck. All you could feel was him, his breath on your skin and his body keeping yours snug against the doors. Youâre 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 thatâs tilted into a smirk, looking up further to see how heâs watching you closely.Â
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.Â
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 Steveâs shirt. The fucking white tank top he was wearing.Â
âEager, are we?â 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.Â
âOh please.You just happened to be the closest thing to me, Harrington.âÂ
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.Â
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 heâs smiling down at you again.Â
âYa know,â He tilts his head to the side like heâs wondering about something important but his expression holds nothing good. âYou look good like this, pressed up against me all flushed and pretty.âÂ
Arousal seeps down your spine and curls around your belly like a boa constrictor, your throat all of a sudden dry and you canât seem to do anything but blink up at him.Â
âGoing dumb already? You really are precious cargo.âÂ
You have about an ounce of self control left and thatâs 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 thatâs trapped between his and pressing your weight down on his foot.Â
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.Â
âTrying to hurt me, baby? Why donât you bite me next? Pretty please?â He brings his hand up between you as he talks, uses his thumb to swipe at your bottom lip and if you werenât on the fucking train youâd 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.Â
For the first time since youâve 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.Â
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.Â
âCooling down over there?âÂ
âYes actually, no thanks to you.âÂ
He shrugs his shoulders innocently and if he hadnât just been whispering in your ear about liking the pain then you might actually believe the sweet look he was wearing on his face. âOops.âÂ
The next stop is yours and while youâre trying to figure out if Steve is coming with you or if youâre gonna have to figure out some weird goodbye, heâs already five steps ahead. When the train comes to a stop and the doors open heâs grabbing your hand again and pulling you out of the train and into the breeze that cools the sweat on your neck.Â
âMâgonna walk you home, okay?â 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 donât hear much besides the buzz of the train pulling away and the soft hum coming from the person beside you.Â
It doesnât 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.Â
âYouâve been awfully quiet since we left the bar.âÂ
A noncommittal hum is all you give him and heâs not a fan of that, reaching forward and plucking your apartment key from between your fingers before you even register whatâs happening. You reach out automatically but heâs pulling back and out of your reach.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhy what?â You know what heâs asking and youâre just making this harder for the both of you but heâs had you so on edge since he got on stage and was allâŠrockstar and sex that youâre scared about what might come out of your mouth if youâre not careful.Â
âWhy have you been so quiet since we left the bar?âÂ
âNot much to say I guessâŠâ
âBullshit.âÂ
You blink at him owlishly, lips parted in surprise but you canât deny the little tingle that starts at your toes and makes its way up your body at him calling you out. âExcuse me?â 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.Â
âI call bullshit. Donât think I havenât seen the way you blush every time you make eye contact or you look at my arms,â Fuck he caught you. âOr the way you clench those pretty thighs everytime I whisper in your ear or get a little too close to you.âÂ
Your chest is rising and falling harshly and if he wasnât taking up every inch of your brain right now youâd 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.Â
âOh thatâs it. Scared of what might come out of that pouty little mouth, arenât you? You listen to me talk to you all sweet and dirty and it just makes you all dumb, doesnât it? Sâcute. Youâre cute.â
âShut up! YouâŠyou idiot.â 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.Â
âThatâs the best you got?â You were toe to toe nowâliterallyâand 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 didnât hate it at all.
âYouâre an asshole, you know that? A big one.âÂ
He flashed his teeth at you, hand going up to his chest like your words hurt him. âOooh there ya go, thatâs a little better. But if youâre gonna call me names, Iâve got some you can try. How about daddââ
âSteve!â 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.Â
âAlright, alright. No need to get violent, baby. At least take me to dinner first.â 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.Â
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 youâd noticed, looking like a little puppy dog when he wanted to. You hated how much it worked.Â
âMâdone, I swear. For tonight at least. Thanks for coming out with me, I had a lot of fun.âÂ
âI did too, even if youâre a pest.âÂ
âOh câmon, you love it.â I do. God I love it so much itâs kind of sick.Â
âIn your dreams, Harrington,â 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. âText me when you get home safe, okay? And thanks for walking me home.âÂ
âAnytime, sweetheart.âÂ
Reaching up like he was going to sweep you hair out of your eyes, he mustâve changed his mind because he pinched your cheek instead, laughing to himself when you grumbled at him and smacked his hand away.Â
Youâd watched as he walked away, watched until you couldnât 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 youâd 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.Â
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!Â
Y/n: Idiot!Â
Steve: We really need to work on expanding your vocabulary. Maybe I could tutor you. :)
Steve: Whoops I meant ;), itâs hard to type one handed.Â
You gasped and you swear youâd just burst into flames from how hot your face felt staring down at your phone. Was heâŠhe wouldnât. But did you mind if he did? No. Fuck, no. But you couldnât just let him know that.Â
Y/n: Steve Harrington you are sick!Â
Steve: What?? Iâm eating cereal and texting you! Trying to multitask here.Â
Steve: Get your mind out of the gutter you filthy girl.Â
Heâd played you and you took the bait so easily! At this point you should know heâd 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 didnât light you up inside.Â
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 likeâŠJesus Christ you needed to get a grip. It wasnât until your phone buzzed in your hand that you realized you hadnât texted him back.Â
Steve: Your cheeks are all hot, arenât they?
Oh fuck off.Â
Y/n: No! They have no reason to be!Â
Steve: Oh they definitely are. Youâre all hot and bothered thinking about me only using one hand to text you. Youâve got a dirty mind!
He was taunting you, you knew that. Baiting you and wrapping it up with a nice shiny bow. And youâd take it every time.Â
Y/n: You knew what you were doing! You set me up.Â
Steve: Little olâ me? As if Iâd ever do such a thing! Iâm offended youâd even suggest that.Â
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.Â
Y/n: Playing innocent wonât work with me, Harrington. I know your tricks and they only make my cheeks red because they piss me off! Go fuck yourself, idiot!Â
Steve: You wanna watch? ;)Â
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.Â
Y/n: In your dreams.Â
His reply was instant and it made you fist your bed sheets tight, toes curling in your socks and if you were standing youâd be sure to fall to your knees.Â
Steve: Oh you know it, baby.Â
Steve: Maybe next time. Youâve 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.Â
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 didnât draw blood. His hair was tousled like heâd tugged at it and his mouth held the most perfect little pout. You assumed thatâs what you were supposed to be kissing better.Â
It had been several minutes since youâd moved so it didnât 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 heâd wear with a proud smile on his face.Â
If he could see you nowâŠyouâd never hear the end of it.Â
Y/n: Meh.Â
He must have been sitting there waiting for your reply, the three little dots popping up almost instantly after you hit send.Â
Steve: Meh????Â
Steve: It took you 10 minutes to reply with meh??
Steve: Liar.Â
A sick satisfaction coursed through you and you felt a small sense of victory reading his replies. If you didnât know any better youâd say Steve was a little upset at your lack of reaction.Â
Y/n: It took me 10 minutes because I wasnât waiting by my phone for your reply. And Iâm not a liar, just not overly impressed.Â
You were a liar. A huge lying liar who was only able to do this over text because if he was in front of youâd have been stumbling over your words and blushing like an idiot.Â
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.Â
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 didnât.Â
âH-hello?âÂ
âNot impressed, hm?â There was an edge to his voice, one you didnât recognize but it had a sense of sternness, of authority that had your hands twitching in your lap.Â
âNope. Sorry.â The words practically squeaked out of you, the less you said the better when it came to Steve. If you spoke too much heâd be able to know what you were thinking, he probably already did. You swore he had some magical powers or something.Â
âReally? And youâre sure? I only ask because earlier just looking at my arms had you panting like a dog at my feet.âÂ
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.Â
âSteve, Iââ
âBecause when it took you so long to reply, you know what I thought? I thought youâd slipped your hand into your panties like some perv. That was my theory, but I can admit it when Iâm wrong.âÂ
âI-I wasnât! Iâm not I justââ
âBut you thought about it, didnât you?âÂ
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.Â
You pictured him now, standing at the foot of your bed with his shirt off and his hands on his hips. How heâd 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.Â
âI, well Iââ
âJust a yes or no, doll. Did you think about it?âÂ
âYes.â 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 donât. You sit there and bask in it, the embarrassment, the arousal. You sit and wait for him to give you somethingâlike a dog waiting for a treat.Â
âThatâs what I thought. Now that weâve got that settled, Iâm beat! Youâve kept me up far past my bedtime. Goodnight, perv. Iâll talk to you tomorrow.âÂ
Before you can get a word out, a plea or a curse or anything heâs hanging up the phone and leaving you with your mouth hanging open and an ache so intense it makes your head spin.Â
Idiot. Asshole. Jerk. Hot. Hot. Hot.Â
Heâs left you speechless, sitting there still on your bed with your phone in your hand and your mind running a thousand miles a minute. Youâre aching and wet, embarrassingly wet, and you feel a need for him so deep in your bones itâs making you feel insane.Â
A knock on your front door startles you, itâs 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.Â
Who besides Steve, of course.Â
Just as youâre 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 youâre met with the same Steve youâd left just a short time ago, but now heâs wearing a pair of basketball shorts that hang low on his hips and his hair is still damp from the shower youâre sure heâs taken. A pink t-shirt is stretched over his broad shoulders and thereâs a simple silver chain hanging around his neck.Â
How does he always look this good? You donât 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.Â
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 hasnât said a word to you after showing up at your door at 3 am.Â
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. Heâs stunning and it has you fighting the urge to sing to your knees on the carpet in front of him.Â
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. Youâre in an oversize shirt that reaches about mid thigh, nothing underneath but a pair of panties that Steve ruined hours ago.Â
He finally meets your eyes, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth that makes you feel jittery. âW-what are you doing here?â You canât help but to stumble over your words when heâs looking at you like that. Like he could take a bite out of you.Â
âWhat do you think?âÂ
âMissed me already, Harrington?âÂ
âAlways.â 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.Â
âI missed you too,â Your voice is timid, his stare making you feel exposed to him, âbut I thought you were going to bed.âÂ
âWell that was my plan, but I couldnât fall asleep knowing you were over here making a mess because of me and not come help clean it up.âÂ
Your toes curl into the carpet below you and you hope it will be able to ground you a little when you feel soâŠyou donât even know what you feel. Your stomach is twisting and your palms are sweaty and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.Â
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. âNo, no, Iâm here to take care of you, baby.â And while the notion fills you with excitement, you canât help but feel a little upset that you wonât get to put your mouth on him.Â
And of course this just makes him smile even bigger, eyes bright as he takes in your frown and canât help but shake his head at you.Â
âBefore we do anything I justâŠI want you to know I care about you, yeah? This isnât some one night thing for me. I want everyday with you, everyday that youâll give me.âÂ
âI 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,â He huffs a small laugh at you, hands settled on your hips, âYouâve become such an important part of my life and IâI like you a lot, even when youâre mean to me.âÂ
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 heâs about to say something that will either make you hit him or drop back down to your knees.Â
âCome give daddy a kiss then.âÂ
Itâs 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.Â
His lips are just as soft as youâd 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.Â
âFuckâyou taste so good.â You donât 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.Â
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.Â
Heâs shifted back a little so youâre 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. Heâs tugging at the ends of your shirt, trying to pull it off but itâs trapped between your thighs and his. You lean up just enough for him to pull it free, tugging it over your head with ease.Â
What youâve managed to forget in the heat of the moment, what Steve doesnât know but is quick to find out is the little secret no one but Robin knows aboutâand she only knows because you needed moral support.Â
âOh holy fuck,â Youâve never seen his eyes so wide and his mouth is dropped open so big itâs almost kind of scary. Somehow youâd forgotten your nipples were pierced, maybe it was from Steve kissing you stupid, youâre not sure. But heâs looking at your tits now like heâs got gold in front of him.Â
Your mouth opens to tease him but before you can speak heâs moving his hand to cover your mouth, eyes never leaving your boobs and you have to laugh against him.Â
âDonâtâyou canât say a thing right now or Iâll cum in my pants.â He sounds so serious, so pained that you whine against his hand all greedy and impatient. âJesus fuckinâ Christ. Prettiest tits Iâve ever seen, doll. Think I could cum from just lookinâ at em for too long.âÂ
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 canât 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 donât disappoint. Your mouth falls open, a small moan slipping out and your hands grip his shoulders tight.Â
âFuck me. God youâre perfect, so pretty and sweet for me. Shit, mâlosing my goddamn mind here, baby.â 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.Â
Heâs so occupied with your pretty tits in his face he doesnât notice when you slide back a little, a few inches of space between you now. Youâve been soaked and aching for far too long and you think if he doesnât touch you in the next few seconds you might cry.Â
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. Theyâre messy, your thighs sticky and you hope he understands your not so subtle hint.Â
He does, cursing at the feel of how wet and hot you are even through the thin layer separating him from you. âPoor thing, didnât even know someone could be this messy.â Your hips shift, desperately trying to get his fingers to catch on your clit. âWho made you this desperate, huh? Was it that prick from the bar?âÂ
Youâre shaking your head but itâs not enough for him, hand moving away and you gasp, pulling it back and giving him what he wants. âYou. Itâs youâyou did this to me.âÂ
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 heâs dipping down to your sopping hole, teasing his finger there before swiping through your slit to collect some of the slick thatâs there.Â
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.Â
âWay better than mint chocolate chip.âÂ
Next thing you know heâs slipping his hand back between you, the imprint of his knuckles against your panties hot enough to make you drool down his chest.Â
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. âWant you, Steve. Need you.âÂ
âI know baby, gotta stretch you out first.â At the same time heâs speaking heâs slipping his middle finger inside of you with no resistance and itâs not enough. Itâs 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.Â
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 thatâll make your eyes roll back. Itâs 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.Â
âS-steve..â Youâre almost there already, walls clamping down on his fingers and holding them inside while he speeds up on your clit. Thereâs a twitch in your thighs that he noticed, hushed praises in your ear when that string begins to fray, threatening to snap in seconds.Â
And then it stops.Â
Thereâs 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 youâre fucked. Heâs 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.Â
âSomething to say, sweetheart?â Heâs taunting you, daring you to curse at himâbut you donât. You canât 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 âthatâs what I thoughtâ, 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.Â
Youâre glad he canât 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 youâre practically panting, little open mouthed kisses left for as far as you can reach.Â
It doesnât take long before that feeling is building back up, stronger than before and you curse against his skin. âSnug little cunt, greedy for it, isnât she?â You think you chant a whispered âyesâ into him but you canât be sure, overwhelmed by the tight, quick circles heâs rubbing on your swollen clit and the wave of pleasure you feel beginning to wash over you.Â
And then it stops again.Â
This time you canât 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.Â
âYou can handle one more time, yeah? Then Iâll give you my cock.â 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 itâs not for you, but that his patience is wearing thin.Â
Heâs 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. Itâs 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.Â
âPlease, please.â Theyâre quiet little pleas that he can't even hear but can feel against his skin and he coos at you. Itâs condescending and should piss you off but instead has you nudging your nose against his for comfort.Â
âTold ya Iâd give you my cock, honey. Lay down and let me see you.â You move to lay back, watching him stand over you and strip his shirt and shorts off. Heâd 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. Heâs thick and youâre suddenly very grateful for the prep he just did, you donât think heâd fit otherwise.Â
When he leans down to pull a condom from the back pocket of his shortsâpresumptuous cocky bastardâyou feel the urge to stop him but refrain. Youâre already crossing all these invisible lines, you need to have at least some self control. Even though youâre desperate to feel him bare. Youâre captivated by him, watching him roll the condom on and clenching around nothing as he hisses through his teeth at the contact.Â
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. Youâd thought youâd be nervous for this, but you think youâre too overwhelmed with a need for him that thereâs no room left to be nervous or anxious.Â
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 itâs making it impossible to lie still. âYou still want this?â His face is serious, and you want to squish his cheeks at his consideration for you despite his hard cock pressing against you.Â
âPlease, Steve. I want thisâI need you.â Itâs 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.Â
The burn of him pushing forward stings, but itâs a welcome pain that has you gripping the sheets below you, looking for something to steady you when you feel like youâll float away. âKeep going, please keep going.â Youâre pleading below him, mouth dropping open when he pushes in. He has to pause when heâs in all the way, his patch of public hair at the base of his cock catching at your clit and you gasp.Â
âFuck fuck fuck,â His forehead is pressed against your cheek, his teeth scraping against the edge of your jaw as he tried to collect himself. âI donâtâshit I donât know howâgoddamn baby, never felt anything this good before in my life.âÂ
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. âFuckinâ hell, gonna kill me.â 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.Â
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 wonât last long. He knows as much, thrusting into you and using one hand to rub sloppy circles on your clit.Â
âFeel like Iâm having deja vu, having you pressed against me like this, yeah?â It was just hours ago you were on the train, a few more layers between you but pressed up against him all the same.Â
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.Â
He looks mouthwatering above you, hair out of place and falling over his forehead. His cheeks are flushed and heâs 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. Thereâs little drops of sweat running down his sculpted nose and slipping onto your chest, your cute little gasps hitting his ears.Â
You know youâre done for when he leans down, lips pressed to your ear and his harsh breath tickling your skin.Â
âTakinâ your daddyâs cock so well, arenât you, doll?âÂ
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. âDirty girl, acting like you donât like it when I can feel you making a mess of me, this pretty little pussy hugging me tight when I call myself daddy.âÂ
âFu-fuck, Steve. Gonna cumâmâgonna cum.â Your words are hushed and quick in his air, rope beginning to snap and if he stops right now you might actually kill him.Â
âGo ahead, soak my cock, pretty girl. Show me who I belong to, yeah?â Itâs 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.Â
He belongs to you, and he will as long as heâll have you.
You feel yourself start to come back down, your chin pinched in between Steveâs fingers and heâs looking at you like heâs seeing the first snowfall of the year. His thrusts are getting sloppy, hips grinding into yours and his breaths uneven and sharp. âWhereâŠwhere do you want it baby?âÂ
Not sure that you can make coherent sentences right now, you reach up to cup your breasts, Steveâs 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.Â
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 heâs barely resting any weight on your belly, knees on either side of your chest.Â
You cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and pushing them together below him. Heâs looking at you from under his lashes, eyes hooded and lips parted in a silent gasp. It only takes two quick strokes before whatâs been building at the base of his spine snaps and heâs cursing above you, ropes of white covering your chest and neck and catching the piercings too.Â
âPerfect, youâre so perfectâshit.â He works himself through it slowly, his cock twitching and his fingers covered in cum from where itâs dribbled over his fist. Heâs staring down at you with an intensity that makes you blush, eyes taking in every inch of you thatâs marked with him.Â
âLook like a fuckinâ dream with these pretty tits covered in my cum. Fuck, doll, Iâm gonna think about this for the rest of my life.âÂ
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 heâs 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 heâs wearing as he looks at your boobs.Â
âAre you seriously pouting over cleaning off my boobs right now?âÂ
âWho wouldnât be? They look so pretty like this.âÂ
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 thatâs a little endearing.Â
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 coversânaked at his request. His chest is pressed to your back, his heartbeat felt against your skin and it makes you smile into your pillow.Â
His skin is warm against yours, fingers laced beside your head and you lift your chin to place quick kisses against his knuckles.Â
âNow thatâs the kind of reward I could get used to.âÂ
âSteve!â
ââââ-
Itâs the next day and thereâs 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.Â
The best kind of pain, where youâll feel him for days when you walk or when you sit down. It brings a blush to your skin and memories youâll think about forever to your mind.Â
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.Â
A feeling of nervousness settles within you as you get ready for this lunch. Itâs not that you want to keep this from Rob and Eddie, but youâre not what youâd even tell them! These nerves were much more about you and Steve then they were your friends.Â
Would you tell them youâre dating? That you like each other? That youâre 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.Â
âWoah! Caught ya.â 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 whatâs going on, maybe heâll have some insight that you canât see for yourself.Â
Eddie leads you into the place, a booth in the back already holding Robin and Steve. Theyâre both on one side of it and you can see from here that Steveâs unhappy about not getting to sit by you.Â
You slide in so youâre closest to the wall, legs knocking with Steveâs under the table and the small amount of contact soothes some of the turmoil happening inside of you.Â
Everything is going good, things feel normalâbesides the subtle winks Steve sends your way to get you blushingâand youâre 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.Â
Robin is going on about something, youâre not sure what youâve kind of zoned out a little if youâre 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.Â
Itâs when Eddie speaks up beside you, cutting Robin off and bringing everyoneâs attention to him that it makes sense, âHarrington, I appreciate the love but can you stop trying to play footsies with me under the table?âÂ
Steveâs face flames and you canât help the laugh that bubbles up and out of your mouth, hands coming up to try and smother how loud it is. But Steve doesnât recover fast enough, eyes darting to yours sheepishly and thatâs when it clicks for Eddie.Â
âOh. My. God.âÂ
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 thatâs coming.Â
âWhat?â Itâs Robin that speaks first, eyes darting between the three of you quickly. You and Steve keep quiet, trying not to give yourselves away but itâs no use. âOh my god.â Thereâs Eddie again, sinister smirk on his lips as he takes his time taking in your pink cheeks and the way Steve wonât make eye contact with him.Â
âOh for the love of god! Someone tell me whatâs going on. I am not a mind reader.âÂ
âRobin, you wonât believe it. These two finally fucked.â 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 Steveâs 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.Â
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 heâs gotten over his bit of embarrassment, adorning his signature smirk and a look of pride as the people around him freak out.Â
You donât 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. Youâre everything heâs ever wanted, sweet and kind but not afraid to challenge him and call him out for his bullshit. God, heâs obsessed with you.Â
Eddieâs rubbing at his chest where you hit him, pouting like a child as if it actually hurt. You hope it did. âDamn, sheâs got some force behind those hits,â He looks from you to Steve, eyes lighting up and you know whatâs coming before he even opens his mouth, âbut you love it, donât ya big boy?âÂ
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 Steveâs, his teeth are showing and heâs 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.Â
âOh you have no idea.â ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
(save me steve harrington in a tank top)
@aheadfullofsteverogers i remembered and hope you enjoy đ
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hi love! may i request how ot8 would react to your skirt being a little cheeky at the amusement park?
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â wearing a short skirt on your amusement park date â
: ÌÌâ ateezâs reaction to you wearing a short skirt on your amusement park date. 2.3k words.
: ÌÌâ ateez; boyfriend!ateez. established relationship. fluff. smut (suggestive).
: ÌÌâ warnings: minors do not interact! suggestive sexual content. mentions of sexual themes. possessiveness. public displays of affection/arousal. tbh thereâs nothing explicit so thereâs really nothing to warn about lol. strong language. fem bodied!reader. intentional lower case and small font.
hongjoong
god, you tested his patience. you really knew how to flirt your pretty little fingers around all his buttons, never fully pressing them but being so dangerously close to doing so. always just enough to make him tense and the prominent vein on his neck to pop a little.
hongjoong was in the queue right behind you as you stepped onto the ride. your absurdly short skirt fluttered as you did so, and from his position he was able to see the little pink panties you wore underneath...and so was everyone else, including the ride attendant who gawked at you like a deer in headlights. you plopped down into the cramped seat, blissfully unaware â or you just didnât seem to care â while hongjoong had to mentally count to ten to keep himself from turning on that guy for even daring to look at you. though, he supposed it wasnât all his fault; you were the one who decided to wear a fucking mini skirt to an amusement park.
âyou know,â hongjoong began, settling himself next to you on the ride. âi really question your reasoning for wearing that.â He tugged at your skirt just as you both brought the bar over your laps. your thighs looked so pretty all exposed, mental images of your panty clad ass flashing in his mind, and hongjoong really wished that dumb ride attendant would stop throwing glances your way.
you smiled which only served to aggravate him more. âitâs such a cute skirt and i havenât worn it yet! plus, itâs so hot outside today,â you reasoned with him while you watched others pile onto the ride. hongjoong scoffed.
âyou sure you didnât just wear it to drive me crazy?â he gripped your thigh tight, his fingers just under the hem of your skirt. âyou think youâre so cute, huh? but letâs see how cute you are once i get you home.â
the ride jerked to life and began to move, his grip remaining firm. you smiled internally. your little plan worked, just like you knew it would.
seonghwa
seonghwa loved being close to you. he did, really. but it was so hot out today, and within the concretes and metals and crowds of the amusement park, it was scorching. your body was sweaty against his own. as much as he loved being near you, it was too hot for it. but you decided to wear one of the shortest skirts you owned today of all days, and he stuck close behind you to keep you from flashing anyone.
âhwa,â you whined as you both waited in line for the next ride. the sun was beaming down on you. you shuffled in place uncomfortably. âcan you like, give me some space here? itâs hot as balls out here.â
seonghwa didnât move an inch. he stayed in place, his taller form close behind you. you both probably looked ridiculous to everyone around you; they were all probably thinking you were that kind of couple. âsorry, canât do that. not when youâre on the verge of flashing everyone in this damn park. what made you think wearing a mini skirt to an amusement park was a good idea?â
you huffed. âi donât know. i just wanted to!â you tried to step forward, but two hands kept you firmly in place. âhwa, itâs really not that bad.â
âbaby, one gust of wind and everyone can see your ass. and personally, iâm not too keen on everyone getting a view of you like that.â the queue moved, and you both shuffled a few steps forward.
âiâm wearing underwear ââ
âgod,â seonghwa groaned, his hands tightening on your hips. he was even closer now than before, his front pressed flat against your back. he dipped his head to whisper in your ear. âeither you deal with me like this, or iâm taking you home and ripping this skirt off you. understand?â
you nodded slowly, a little taken aback by his words. that second option didnât seem like that bad of a choiceâŠ.
yunho
yunho wasnât keen of your skirt at the beginning of your date, and he certainly wasnât fond of it now as he watched you throw your leg over the carousel horse. your skirt was so short, and as you straddled the horse it did little to cover your ass. he took a second to appreciate the sight of your panties peeking under what your skirt couldnât quite cover, but then he noticed the people behind you were also appreciating the view.
âyouâre going to be the death of me,â yunho whispered to himself as he got on the horse behind you, much to your confusion.
âthereâs a free horse right here,â you said, pointing to the horse next to you where he should have been. you looked at him over your shoulder, and you caught the dip of his gaze.
âiâll sit here. this spotâs got aâŠgood view.â his gaze lingered on your ass for a moment as he hoped his larger frame could block you from the sight of those behind him. he groaned inwardly when you wiggled your ass; his dick twitched and fuck it this was not the time or place for this.
you giggled when you realized, unbothered that youâd flashed more than just your boyfriend. you noticed the bob of his adamâs apple before you turned to the front again. even as the carousel began to spin, you felt his eyes remain on your backside.
yunho was thankful when the carousel stopped and the two of you were off, but his pants felt a little more snug than they had before the ride. he grabbed your smaller hand and lead you towards the park exit, not giving you any other choice but to follow him.
âyunho, where are we going?â
he didnât even look back. âhome so i can get you out of that fucking skirt.â
yeosang
yeosang was not one to say much about your outfit choices, even during times like this when you were skipping around the amusement park in what appeared to be the shortest skirt heâd ever seen you wear. he was walking behind you, struggling in silence, eyes glued to your backside even though he tried so hard not to stare.
you whirled around with a beaming smile. âyeosang, letâs go ride the ferris wheel!â your skirt twirled when you turned to face him; you undoubtedly just flashed everyone around you. yeosang was really going through it.
âuh, okay, baby. letâs go ride it.â yeosang was thankful the ferris wheel carts were enclosed. the last thing he wanted was you hoisted in the air for the whole park to see under your skirt. but inside the cart, you really must have wanted him to suffer when you plopped yourself right on his lap.
âfuck, baby, what are you trying to do to me?â his low voice was raspy, a groan slipping out when you shifted in his lap to make yourself more comfy. he felt himself starting to get stiff, and getting a hard on on a ferris wheel was not ideal.
you faced him and smiled; you looked so innocent, but there was a mischievous gleam in your eyes that he couldnât miss. âiâm not doing anything, yeo.â
yeosang let out a sound that was a combination of a scoff, groan, and laugh. âbull shit.â his palms were grazing your thighs and traveling upwards, fingers dipping under your skirt. he swallowed hard when you gasped, the sound going straight to his dick. âgod, i canât believe you. i hope youâre planning on helping me out here, right?â
san
âand we have a winner!â the amusement park employee handed san the prize heâd won, a large plushie just about the size of his whole upper body. san was quick to hand it to you, laughing at the way you struggled to hold it.
in your excitement, you twirled around, your newly won plushie squished in your arms. but your skirt, a bit too short, flew up and gave a quick flash of the pink panties that lied underneath. âsan, i love it! what should i name it?â
san laughed nervously, quickly drawing to your side and smoothing his hands over your hips to keep your skirt down. âiâm glad you love it, but baby,â he practically whined at you. âyou canât be out here twirling like that. you wanna flash the whole park?â
you giggled, snuggling your plushie tighter. âsorry, sannie.â
san smiled and kissed the top of your head. âsilly little baby in your tiny skirts. i think youâre trying to mess with me.â his hands stayed on your hips while he fought the temptation to reach down and grope your ass.
âmaybe a little,â you admitted with another giggle. âbut i knew youâd like it, so thatâs why i wore it.â you felt excitement bubble in your belly when you saw the way his gaze darkened a little.
âoh, i do like it,â san agreed. âbut i think everyone else here does, too. and i canât have others looking at you like this. so, how about i get you home, yeah?â
mingi
mingi had lost count of how many times heâd seen your ass so far today. not that he could complain about that, but he was certainly confused as to why you decided to wear a mini skirt to an amusement park. âbaby, you keep messing with your skirt, but itâs not gonna get any longer.â
you huffed at him while you pulled at your skirt. you were regretting your decision making skills currently. was the outfit cute? yes. was it practical for the occasion? no. but you didnât want to admit defeat; your boyfriend would be way too smug. âitâs fine, just needed a little fixing.â
he watched you very obviously grow frustrated with your short skirt, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. âoh yeah? I bet you wonât last much longer until youâre begging me to give you my jacket to cover up.â
you put your hands on your hips. âi bet iâll be just fine.â
mingi chuckled as he closed in on you. âfine. but if i win, that skirtâs coming off as soon as we get in the car.â
your heart leaped in your chest at the meaning of his words. even though it was enticing, you still didnât want to admit that you were dumb for wearing this skirt. so you tried not to fiddle with it for the rest of the day, tried to act unbothered that you were giving everyone in the park a free view of your undies. but you eventually had enough, and soon you had your boyfriendâs denim jacket wrapped around your hips, a signal of your defeat.
mingi brought his lips to your ear when you both got in the car later, his hand traveling up your thigh. âskirt off, baby.â
wooyoung
âwoo, get some pictures of me in front of the ferris wheel!â you handed your phone to your boyfriend and ran to get in front of the ferris wheel.
wooyoung knelt down to get the best angles, but as he snapped photo after photo, all he could focus on was how short your skirt was. and every time you changed to a different pose your panties flashed as your skirt moved. âwell, if youâre goal is to show off your panties in every single picture, iâd say you succeeded.â
you frowned and rushed to take your phone from him. you swiped through the pics and he was right, your panties could be seen in every shot. you sighed. âwell, itâs because of the angle. you were crouched down the whole time. itâs like you wanted to get shots up my skirt, you perv!â
wooyoung laughed. âitâs not me! itâs that little mini skirt of yours. maybe you should have worn something a little more appropriate for the occasion.â he laughed some more when you playfully swatted at his arm.
you couldnât help the way your cheeks grew warm. you gave him your phone again and walked back towards the ferris wheel. âokay, get some more pics. but this time, no pervy up the skirt shots, alright?â
âyou look too fucking good in that skirt. canât make any promises, baby.â wooyoung gave you a wink before snapping some more photos.
jongho
jongho was judging you. hard. and not because you were in a short skirt, but rather because you looked way too damn good in it. and you were in an amusement park, one of the last places to be wearing something so short. other men were staring, thinking they were being sneaky with their glances, but he caught them. it was making him feel a little aggravated; not with you, but with the way he needed to have you but couldnât because you werenât at home.
you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend as you searched for the next thing to ride. âwe havenât done the carousel yet. wanna go ride that?â
there was a mental image of you straddling one of the carousel horses and jongho tensed. âyou sure thatâs such a good idea?â
you looked at him in confusion. âwhy wouldnât it be?â
âwellâŠâ jongho peered down at your skirt, and you got the hint.
you smirked. âoh. does it bother you?â
he cleared his throat. âit does,â he admitted. âbut in a âyouâre driving me insane and i have the sudden urge to take you homeâ kind of way.â his grip on your hand tightened.
you giggled as you looked at him. he looked tense, and it was so obvious how affected he was. all because of your skirt. âwe ride this ferris wheel then go home. deal?â
jongho groaned. âdeal.â
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Silence
Pairing: Azriel x Cassian's twin!healer!reader
Summary: When you get stuck Under the Mountain, your mate finds the sudden silence deafening.
Warnings: none!
a/n: Based on an anonymous request! Requests are so fun! I love exploring ideas I never would have thought of. Keep them coming! This all takes place within the same AU where reader and Azriel kept their relationship secret from the IC (besides Cassian).
Azriel's POV
The silence was deafening. Never in the last 450 years had he felt such empty silence. The bond was never closed.Â
But now it was silent and cold. The golden thread that joined him to you floated from the middle of his chest, right at the center of his soul, into nothing. He pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes, rubbing until he saw stars, willing this to be a dream he would wake up from. But Azriel knew better than to think this was a dream. He never slept anyway.Â
âKeep Velaris safe,â Rhysâ voice had said. âAnd donât come after us.â
Rhysâ voice was calm, yet commanding. It was the demand of a High Lord: something Azriel physically couldnât ignore.Â
At first, he didnât understand the command. What did he mean, donât come after us? Keep Velaris safe? You and Azriel had just been having a mental conversation, gossiping over the abhorrent fashion of the Autumn brothers, when Rhysâ voice interrupted you mid-sentence.Â
But when Azriel reached back out to you to ask what the warning meant, he was met only with the thick, suffocating silence.Â
The bond was never closed. It stayed open when you were hard at work: treating the injured, delivering babies, or easing the pain of Illyriansâ clipped wings. It stayed open when you were angry, or sad, after an argument, especially if you wanted him to feel particularly bad about it afterward.
The bond was never closed. Not when he went on missions for weeks at a time. Not even when he dragged Rhysâ prisoners to the dungeons of the Hewn City and did unspeakable things. You were his comfort. Your shared emotions were what grounded him, reminded him that life was worth living. They were a constant in his life, as effortless to absorb as breathing.Â
You had become his inner voice; his conscience. His reminder that he wasnât the villain of this story. Now that it was gone, he wasnât sure.Â
For 450 years, the bond was never closed, a vow the two of you had made when you accepted the mating bond. But now, that silence was louder than any battle or war he had ever partaken in.Â
The memory of when he had found out you were mates played in his head. Azriel couldnât keep the memory from flooding into his mind and the guilt that came along with it every time he remembered.Â
You, covered in blood that wasnât your own, watching him with worry in your eyes.Â
âHow long have you known?â He remembers asking, venom lacing every word he spat at you. He was angry and embarrassed; how could he have missed all the signs? How could you keep such an important, life altering secret from him? He couldnât show that embarrassment, couldnât show weakness, especially not to you. So he chose anger instead.Â
âSince the day we met,â you replied, taking a step and trying to close the gap between the two of you. Instinctively, Azriel took a step back, the shock turning his embarrassment to shame and anger to rage.
âI was eleven when we met, Y/N,â he hissed, implying the absurdity of the time frame. Nearly a century of his fate was kept a mystery to him. Cassian had joined them at that point, pointedly observing that Azriel wasnât taking the news well. A thought surfaced in his mind. Turning to Cassian, he has to refrain from advancing on his longest friend. âAnd how long have you known?â Cassianâs silence was the only answer he needed.
Azriel shook his head to clear it, choosing not to remember how you cried at the way he turned away and left you with your heart in his hands, just for him to crush it.Â
It all made sense after your confession. He never understood why you insisted on being childhood friends. He was broken and lonely and disowned by his own family, but you had always shown true kindness and friendship. As you grew together, you slowly evolved into innocent adolescence first loves, and eventually adult lovers. It wasnât until your untimely move from Illyria to Velaris to work for the late High Lord that Azriel never saw you again. That is, until the first war with Hybern and your admission of the truth.Â
After Azriel had recovered from the initial anger and shock, your best kept secret had become a shared secret as the two of you accepted the bond. He still remembers the first time he heard your voice in his head. Your lovely, soft voice that wrapped around his mind like the sweetest honey.Â
âOld age getting to you?â You teased as Azriel took what looked like a painful blow to the stomach from Rhys during training.Â
He was so taken aback by your voice that he even turned to you, thinking you had said it out loud. But you werenât looking at him; you had your back turned in a combat sequence with your brother.Â
The momentary lapse rewarded him with another hit from Rhys, this time on the side of the head.Â
âEverything alright, brother?â Rhys asked, concern flooding his voice.Â
But Azriel only smirked and turned back to his brother to begin again.Â
âYouâll pay for that later, loveâ he responded through the bond and could have sworn that he saw you falter in your training from his peripheral vision.Â
How could he have let this happen? How could he have not foreseen that you would be taken from him? A mysterious invitation calling for the High Lord and his second in command to attend a party Under the Mountain? What kind of Spymaster couldnât ascertain the danger that now all-consumed the other half of his soul?
Azriels felt something hit his knees, the sting traveling up to make his teeth chatter. He pulled his hands away from his eyes and saw that he had fallen to the ground of the Townhouse. Cassian quickly knelt in front of him, gripping his shoulders to keep him from total collapse.Â
Azriel stared at Cassian and saw his lips moving rapidly, but no words came out. He furrowed his brows in confusion. What was he trying to tell him?Â
In fact, Azriel heard no sound at all besides the buzzing silence in his ears and his own mind hurling insult after insult of his own sad excuse of being a mate.Â
But waitâŠthat was it. Cassian had turned to the others and Azriel was able to read the words on his lips as he spoke to the remaining Inner Circle in the room: Sheâs his mate.
All at once, too many voices spoke and the sounds came rushing back to Azriel. As if he would keep him from dissolving through the floor, he gripped onto his found brother for dear life.
âCassian,â Azriel groaned, finding his voice at last. âCassian, sheâs gone. I canât feel her.â
âWe will get her back, brother. I promise.â
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hello iâm not sure if you are taking requests but i have binged all of your emt marauders and absolutely loved them. i was wondering if you could do one where the boys get a call in for an emergency and turns out the reader called for it and by the time they get there they find the reader unconscious.you can chose the reason for why reader is passed out. also have an amazing day and yeah <3
Thank you for requesting lovely!! Slight deviation because reader doesnât call them herself
cw: fainting, hospital mention
emt!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1k words
You wake to a firm tapping on your face and the din of too many voices.Â
âY/n?â The tapping persists. You try to unstick your lashes. âThere you go, sweetheart, open your eyes for us.âÂ
You try harder.Â
âGood girl. Iâm just going to shine this light in your eyes, keep them openâŠâÂ
âSirius,â you say. Or try to say. Your mouth is a desert, and your lips move without much sound coming out.Â
Sirius seems to hear you anyway. His businesslike tone softens into something more tender. âHi, baby.â When he clicks off the light, you can see that his eyebrows are set close together, hooking upwards. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âMâokay.âÂ
A little grin. âTry again, sweetness.âÂ
You blink. It feels like it takes ages. âMy head hurts.âÂ
âWhat kind of hurt, angel?â Another familiar voice, and you look up to see James crouched above your head. He gives you a quick smile, too handsome for your fragile heart to keep up with, before he tilts your head back the way it was and starts feeling about your scalp with gloved hands. âIs it like a headache, or do you think you mightâve hurt yourself?âÂ
âUm.â Your head swims. âLike a headache.âÂ
âOkay, thanks. Wanna roll onto your back for us?âÂ
âWhatâre you doing here?âÂ
Jamesâ hands slip from beneath your head. âYou fainted,â he says. A gentle touch on your shoulder, pressing downward. âRoll over, okay?âÂ
It takes more effort than it should. You feel like youâre moving through a thick sludge, your head pounding and a hint of nausea at the back of your throat.Â
âSome space, please. Weâve got it from here.â Remus comes into your field of vision, looking vaguely irritated. Some of it melts away when he meets your eyes.Â
âHi,â he says softly, crouching beside you. He takes your hand and gives it a squeeze. Looks at Sirius. âAny signs of a concussion?âÂ
âNo,â he says. âHer pupils look fine, and there doesnât seem to be a contusion on her head. Yeah, Jamie?âÂ
âYeah,â James agrees. He puts something cold underneath your neck. âI think falling onto the grass probably helped.âÂ
Remus nods, stroking the side of your thumb absentmindedly. âThe woman I just spoke to thought the same, said the way she fell sideways had to have kept her from hitting her head.â He sounds wry. âShe had a lot of opinions, actually. You had quite the group of concerned spectators looking out for you, dove.âÂ
Remus is giving you a small smile, but his words finally register the sheer amount of people standing near you. Theyâre spread in a loose circle around you, random pedestrians who just happened to be walking by when you apparently crumpled like a tin can off the edge of the sidewalk and have since stuck around to watch the show. Your head is still too fuzzy to muster up any response that feels correct, but you know you donât like it.
James picks up on your unease first. âDonât worry about them, sweetheart, just focus here, yeah?â He gives Sirius a look, and your scariest boyfriend gets up, going towards the nearest onlookers. James takes his place at your side. âI need to put these ice packs under your arms, so Iâm going to reach up your shirt, okay?âÂ
âYou do that all the time,â you mumble. Remus snorts.Â
âTrue,â James admits, chuckling as he slides the ice packs up one side of your shirt, then the other, âbut Iâm fairly sure Iâm supposed to maintain some degree of professionalism while Iâm on the job.âÂ
Your bones seem to melt where the ice packs cool your skin, which doesnât make any sense because youâre fairly sure youâre already as melted as a girl can get. You feel much more at ease with your boyfriends here to handle things, and youâve been tired for so long it feels like forever now. You close your eyes.Â
And then Remus sprays you with water like a misbehaving cat.Â
Itâs surprising, but nice. James laughs again at your expression when your eyes open, and Remus too is smiling to himself as he sprays several points on your body with the fine mist.Â
âYouâre right,â Sirius says to Remus, returning, âthat one woman was fucking pushy.âÂ
âPurple glasses?â Remus asks.Â
âThatâs the one.âÂ
He hums complacently.Â
Your eyes have slipped closed again. Sirius thumbs at your cheek, prompting them open.Â
âYou ready to get out of here, pretty girl?âÂ
âYeah,â you sigh. Talking is easier now. âWhere are we going?âÂ
Siriusâ grin goes a bit sheepish, as if he knows you wonât like it. Remus breaks the news instead.Â
âWeâre taking you back to the hospital with us,â he says. âYouâre dehydrated and overheated. You should be on fluids for a little while before you go home.âÂ
A petulant sound rises from the back of your throat. Youâre too exhausted to be embarrassed of it.Â
âOh, come on, itâs like take your girlfriend to work day!â James grins at you, squeezing your upper arm bolsteringly. âYou can just relax and recover for a few hours, and when we get off we can all go home.âÂ
âI donât like your work,â you complain, even as James and Sirius move you onto the gurney.Â
âCrazy coincidence, because I donât like seeing you at our work,â Sirius teases. He pinches your chin meanly. âHonestly, doll, could you do us a favor next time and drink water? I almost threw up when we got here and saw it was you. And Iâve never seen Remus move that fast in his life. He vaulted over a park bench.âÂ
âI went around it,â Remus says, rolling his eyes. âThere was no vaulting involved.âÂ
âAnd if Iâd thrown up, and Remus had broken his ankle performing athletic feats,â Sirius goes on, âthen our poor Jamesie wouldâve had all three of us to deal with! Really, my love, try to think ahead next time. Thereâs more on the line than just you, you know.â
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Hi ! As a pescatarian girly and as someone who has recently started to like Lando, I kept thinking about him with pescatarian!reader, because you know opposites attracts and also it made me think of the olive theory from 'How I met your mother', can be fic or smau
(also I'm the anon who requested the Charles fic and I was wondering if you gave names or emojis to your anons đ€)
ahhh hiđđ thank u sm for sending another ask in. verrryy into this! ive never watched himym but i HAVE heard of the olive theory and genuinely think it can be so true. i also think like sharing food/giving certain parts of ur meal to ur partner is so sweet so i loved this a lotđ„șđ„ș
also, tbh i have never had a consistent enough anon to name them/give them an emoji so i would loveee LOVE to do thatđđ» pls let me know what i should call uâ€ïž (and if anyone wants to be a regular/semi-regular anon and give themselves an emoji/name pls do!!!) ANYWAY alright i hope u enjoyâ itâs a just a short ficlet đđ
LN: quid pro quo
pairing(s): lando norris x reader [read on ao3]
word count: 1.2k
âEugh,â Lando says, feigning a gag as he looks at the plate of food set in front of you, âThatâs disgusting. I donât understand how you can put that in your mouth.â
Slowly, you raise an eyebrow at him, looking between your plate and Landoâs screwed-up expression; you point at your food, âSalmon? You think salmon is disgusting? Are you joking right now?â
He shakes his head fervently, a grimace still stuck on his face, âItâs gross.â
A laugh, loud and guffawing erupts from your mouth as you realise heâs being entirely serious. Heâs fixated on your meal, frowning as if the fish has severely insulted him in some way. Quickly, you clap your hand over your mouth, concerned youâll offend him if you keep laughing like that. This is one of a handful of dates youâve been on togetherâ clearly the first youâve ordered seafood onâ and youâre still trying to make a good impression on Lando.
âWait,â you collect yourself, breathing deeply so you donât fall into a fit of giggles again, âYouâre not allergic are you?â
âNo,â he shrugs, âI just hate fish. Youâve never heard that?â
You snort a little indelicately, already going back to eating your salmon, ââYouâve never heard that?â,â you tease, âDo you think I stalk you on the internet, Norris?â
He grins that small sheepish grin you like so much as a light blush blooms on his cheeks. Youâre very fond of him really. Heâs cute in a scrappy kind of way; heâs funny and charming, a little bit dumb sometimes; and heâs into you, which is always a bonus. Youâre not togetherâ not quiteâ just seeing each other when you both have time, but itâs been going very nicely if you do say so yourself.
You like him.
He likes you.
Lando rolls his eyes, and purses his lips in an attempt not to let you see the smile that heâs trying to hide, âDonât you? Stalk me on the internet?â
âNever,â you answer resolutely, thinking blatantly of that night after youâd first met him when you fell down a rabbit hole, spending a good hour watching thirst traps of him on Instagram before coming to your senses, âNot once.â
He hums, unconvinced, âAlright.â
Alright. You make a face, almost stick your tongue out at him but think better of it at the last second. He laughsâ gigglesâ at you. You look away from him, down at your plate, trying to hide the smile that spreads and spreads behind your hair. God, you like him. Youâre trying not to let it get away from you. You get the impression that heâs not huge on relationships, and youâre trying hard to be casual about him. Itâs difficultâ mostly because everything feels so easy when youâre together.
âSo,â you start as you push a forkful of salmon and leafy greens around your plate, âHate to break it to you, but Iâm a pescetarian.â
âUm,â Lando asks around a mouthful of half-chewed food, âWhatâs that mean?â
You stifle a laugh, âLike a vegetarian, but I eat seafood.â
He swallows and makes another face, similar to the earlier one. You can see this is hard for him to process, he clearly dislikes seafood to a degree that you hadnât quite understood until now. Itâs funny. Itâs another thing to add to the growing list of reasons you fancy Lando Norris. Though you would think that as a pescetarian youâd want him to like fish, but you suppose by not eating them heâs just saving all the sea animals that youâre notâ quid pro quo.
âWhat about, like,â he waves his fork around, evidently still wondering why youâd eat seafood voluntarily, âjust being a vegetarian?â
You shrug, âVegetables are boring.â
âRight. Better than eating fish though.â
âI like fish.â
He shakes his head, âI donât get it⊠Itâsâ theyâre slimy and they smell and theyâve got fucking beady little eyes. Itâs not natural.â
âOkay,â you laugh brightly at his despondent expression, âI do need to eat them, unfortunately. Otherwise, Iâd probably die of malnutrition, or I dunno, scurvy.â
He groans, hanging his head so that all you can see of his face is that mop of brown curls. You think of your second date when youâd kissed him for the first time in your stairwell and how youâd threaded a hand into itâ and they were soft and not heavy with product the way that you hate. The way heâd smelt like expensive cologne and tasted both smokey and sugary at the same time, just like the whiskey and cokes heâd been having at the bar. Thereâs a soft smile playing at your lips when he finally looks up.
âDoes it bother you?â you ask, âThat I eat fish.â
He shrugs, shakes his head in a non-committal way that could be either answer and does that little grin again. The one that means heâs going to say something that youâll find either unbearably cute or embarrassingly funny.
âYes,â he says, grin not subsiding, âHow am I supposed to kiss you when youâve got fish breath.â
Your eyebrows shoot up and a shocked laugh bubbles from your mouth, you try to ignore the stirring feeling in your gut at the words how am I supposed to kiss you in favour of responding to his lack of tact Try, being the keyword there. It somersaults in your head, how am I supposed to kiss you he said, like he was thinking of doing it again. Which, okay, of course, heâs thinking of doing it again. You understand what this isâ but there was an unmistakable fondness there that you just can't shake.
Anyway, you push thoughts of kissing him aside, heâd still accused you of having fish breath, âWow,â you say dryly, with no malice at all as much as you try to feign it, âYou say that to all the girls?â
He blushes, his tan cheeks turning a very pleasant red as he properly realises what heâd said, âShit. Noâ oh my godâ Iâm sorry. I just meantââ
You wave him off, laughing, âI know what you meant. Youâre good, Lando.â
âPhew,â he lets out a breath of relief, his nervous laughter punctuating the air between you, without meaning to he says, âGod, I thought Iâd just fucked it.â
You furrow your brows and frown, confused, âNo. You couldnât.â
You watch him scrub a hand over his face, embarrassed, before it falls away and he gives you a sheepish little grin that says heâs happy to hear that. Toothy, eyes squinted and carving dimples into his cheeks. Your face feels warm and you smile back, biting your bottom lip on the smile so it doesnât grow and grow to cover your whole face.
Later, after youâve finished lunch and spent too much time talking over a too-sticky table in your favourite pub, Lando kisses you up against a tree in the park by your apartment. You put your hand in his soft curls and you smell cologne and taste what heâs been drinking as he presses his tongue into yours. The coarse hair of his moustache brushes against your lips and you kiss back with equal gusto. You pull away when it feels like you two are veering into too inappropriate territory for this public park. He chases you, but you laugh softly, pressing a perfunctory closed-mouth kiss to the corner of his mouth. He groans, laughs, and puts his forehead against yours.
You hum, âI guess my fish breath doesnât bother you so much, huh.â
âFuck,â he breathes, âYouâre never going to let that go are you.â
You shake your head ever so slightly, âNot as long as I live, Norris.â
#this made me really crave salmon but i cant have salmon because salmon COSTS $42 AUD PER KILOGRAM#lando norris#f1#formula 1#lando norris x reader#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#đanon#oneshots:ln4
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