Unveiling the Splendor of Worthington for Events: Your Premier Choice for Exquisite Southwest Florida Waterfront Weddings and Events
Introduction:
Nestled along the tranquil shores of Southwest Florida, where the gentle lull of the waves meets the azure expanse of the Gulf Coast, lies a tapestry of breathtaking waterfront landscapes. Here, the sun dips low, painting the skies in hues of gold and tangerine, casting a magical glow upon the swaying palms and pristine sands. It's a place where time seems to slow down, inviting you to immerse yourself in the beauty of nature's masterpiece.
Amidst this idyllic setting stands Worthington for Events, a hidden gem tucked away in the heart of Southwest Florida. It embodies the essence of charm and elegance, offering couples a quintessential venue for their special day. With its lush greenery, manicured gardens, and panoramic views of the sparkling waters, Worthington for Events sets the stage for unforgettable moments and cherished memories.
As soon as you step foot onto its grounds, you're greeted by the soft rustle of palm fronds and the sweet scent of blossoms in the air. The ambiance is one of serenity and romance, making it the perfect backdrop for weddings and celebrations. Whether you envision an intimate gathering under the swaying palms or a grand affair overlooking the sunset-kissed horizon, Worthington for Events caters to every dream and desire.
From the impeccable service to the attention to detail, every aspect of Worthington for Events is designed to exceed expectations and create moments that will be treasured for a lifetime. It's where love stories come to life against the backdrop of Southwest Florida's enchanting waterfront vistas, leaving couples and guests alike enchanted by its beauty and allure.
Section 1: The Enchantment of Outdoor Wedding Ceremonies
Worthington for Events is a haven of natural beauty, where the outdoors become an integral part of your wedding day experience. Picture-perfect ceremonies unfold against the backdrop of Southwest Florida's stunning vistas, where the sun dips low over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold.
The outdoor spaces at Worthington are nothing short of breathtaking. From lush gardens adorned with vibrant blooms to expansive lawns that stretch towards the glistening waters, each setting offers its own unique charm and allure. Couples have the freedom to choose the perfect spot for their ceremony, whether it's under the shade of towering palms, beside a tranquil pond, or overlooking the shimmering Gulf Coast.
What truly sets Worthington apart is its flexibility and customization options. Couples are invited to bring their vision to life, with the assistance of a dedicated team of event specialists who are committed to making dreams a reality. Whether you dream of exchanging vows beneath a floral archway, walking down a petal-strewn aisle, or saying "I do" against the backdrop of a breathtaking sunset, Worthington for Events can make it happen.
From intimate elopements to grand affairs, every detail is carefully curated to reflect the unique love story of each couple. Whether it's selecting the perfect seating arrangement, choosing floral arrangements that complement the natural surroundings, or personalizing every aspect of the ceremony, Worthington for Events offers endless possibilities for customization.
With its natural beauty and unparalleled flexibility, Worthington for Events provides couples with the perfect canvas to create their dream outdoor wedding experience. It's where romance meets nature, and where every moment is infused with the magic of Southwest Florida's stunning vistas.
Section 2: Sophistication Indoors: Exploring Worthington's Indoor Wedding Venues
What truly sets Worthington's indoor event spaces apart is the attention to detail and the array of amenities and features that ensure a seamless and memorable experience for couples and their guests.
First and foremost, Worthington's indoor venues are equipped with state-of-the-art audio-visual technology, allowing couples to create custom lighting schemes, play personalized music playlists, and showcase multimedia presentations with ease. From heartfelt speeches to energetic dance parties, every moment is enhanced by crystal-clear sound and stunning visuals.
Additionally, Worthington offers a range of amenities to elevate the wedding experience. Couples can indulge in gourmet catering options crafted by award-winning chefs, with customizable menus that cater to every palate and dietary preference. Whether you're craving a decadent plated dinner or a trendy food station experience, Worthington's culinary team is dedicated to exceeding expectations with their creative cuisine and impeccable service.
Furthermore, Worthington's indoor event spaces are designed with comfort and convenience in mind. From ample parking facilities and wheelchair accessibility to luxurious bridal suites and designated spaces for vendors, every aspect of the venue is tailored to ensure a stress-free and enjoyable experience for couples and their guests.
With its elegant ambiance, versatile spaces, and top-notch amenities, Worthington for Events offers couples the perfect blend of sophistication and practicality for their indoor wedding celebration. It's where dreams come to life in a setting of timeless elegance and effortless luxury, creating memories that will be cherished for a lifetime.
Section 3: Affordable Luxury: Worthington's Commitment to Providing an Affordable Wedding Venue
At Worthington for Events, we believe that every couple deserves to celebrate their love in a setting of luxury and elegance, without breaking the bank. That's why we're committed to offering affordable wedding packages that deliver exceptional value without compromising on quality or style.
Our dedication to affordability begins with transparent pricing and customizable packages tailored to fit a range of budgets. We understand that every couple has unique preferences and financial considerations, which is why we offer a variety of cost-saving options and inclusive packages to accommodate their needs.
One way we help couples save on costs is by offering flexible booking options and off-peak pricing for weddings held during weekdays or offseason months. This allows couples to enjoy the same stunning venues and impeccable service at a fraction of the cost, without sacrificing the magic of their special day.
Additionally, our inclusive wedding packages are designed to simplify the planning process and eliminate hidden fees, making it easier for couples to budget and stay on track
Elevating Celebrations: Wedding Reception Venues at Worthington
Welcome to Worthington, where we believe that every celebration should be as unique as the love it celebrates. Our collection of wedding reception venues is thoughtfully designed to cater to a variety of styles and preferences, ensuring that your special day is exactly as you've always dreamed.
The Grand Ballroom: For those seeking timeless elegance and grandeur, our Grand Ballroom offers a sophisticated setting with high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and lavish décor. Accommodating up to 300 guests, it's the perfect choice for extravagant celebrations.
The Garden Terrace: Nestled amidst lush greenery and blooming flowers, our Garden Terrace provides a picturesque outdoor setting for romantic al fresco receptions. With its charming gazebo and serene atmosphere, it's ideal for couples who dream of saying "I do" surrounded by nature.
The Modern Loft: Sleek, chic, and contemporary, our Modern Loft venue boasts industrial-inspired design elements, exposed brick walls, and panoramic views of the city skyline. Perfect for couples with a flair for modern aesthetics, it offers a trendy backdrop for unforgettable celebrations.
The Historic Manor: Step back in time and celebrate your love in our Historic Manor, a charming venue steeped in history and character. With its rustic charm, cozy fireplace, and vintage décor, it exudes warmth and intimacy, making it ideal for intimate gatherings and romantic affairs.
Testimonials from Past Clients:
"Our wedding at Worthington was nothing short of magical. From the moment we walked in, we knew it was the perfect venue for us. The staff went above and beyond to ensure that every detail was taken care of, and the Grand Ballroom provided the perfect backdrop for our fairytale wedding. We couldn't have asked for a more perfect day." - Sarah & Michael
"Choosing Worthington for our wedding was the best decision we ever made. The Garden Terrace was like something out of a dream, and our guests are still talking about how beautiful it was. The staff was incredibly attentive and professional, making sure that everything ran smoothly from start to finish. It was truly a day to remember." - Emily & David
"We fell in love with the charm of the Historic Manor the moment we laid eyes on it. Worthington exceeded all of our expectations, and our wedding day was everything we hoped for and more. The attention to detail, the impeccable service, and the cozy atmosphere made it a day we will cherish forever. Thank you for making our dreams come true." - Jennifer & Thomas
At Worthington, we are committed to making your wedding day truly unforgettable. With our diverse selection of reception venues and unparalleled service, we look forward to helping you create memories that will last a lifetime. Contact us today to begin planning the wedding of your dreams.
Bridal Bliss: Finding the Perfect Venue for Bridal Showers at Worthington
At Worthington, we understand that the journey to "I do" is filled with precious moments, and the bridal shower is one of the most special occasions leading up to the big day. Our venue offers the ideal setting for celebrating the bride-to-be with charm, elegance, and customizable options tailored to her unique style.
Why Choose Worthington for Your Bridal Shower:
Charming Ambiance: Whether you envision an intimate gathering or a lively celebration, Worthington's venues provide a charming ambiance that sets the perfect tone for the occasion. From our cozy Historic Manor to our elegant Grand Ballroom, each space exudes warmth and sophistication, creating an inviting atmosphere for your bridal shower.
Customizable Options: We understand that every bride is unique, which is why we offer customizable options to suit her individual preferences. From customizable décor and catering menus to personalized themes and activities, we work closely with you to create a bridal shower that reflects the bride's personality and style.
Exceptional Service: At Worthington, we take pride in delivering exceptional service to ensure that every detail of your bridal shower is taken care of with precision and care. Our experienced event planning team is dedicated to making your vision a reality, from initial consultation to the day of the event, allowing you to relax and enjoy the celebration.
Tips for Planning a Memorable Bridal Shower at Worthington:
Define the Theme: Work with the bride to determine the theme or style of the bridal shower. Whether she prefers a traditional tea party, a chic brunch, or a glamorous cocktail soirée, choose a theme that reflects her personality and preferences.
Personalize the Décor: Add personal touches to the décor to make the event truly memorable. Incorporate the bride's favorite colors, flowers, and décor elements to create a cohesive look that reflects her style.
Curate the Menu: Select a menu that caters to the bride's tastes and dietary preferences. From elegant hors d'oeuvres and signature cocktails to decadent desserts and artisanal teas, ensure that the menu delights the senses and complements the overall theme of the bridal shower.
Plan Fun Activities: Keep guests entertained with fun activities and games that celebrate the bride-to-be. From bridal bingo and trivia quizzes to DIY craft stations and photo booths, plan activities that encourage interaction and create lasting memories.
Capture the Moments: Hire a professional photographer or designate a friend to capture precious moments throughout the bridal shower. From candid shots of the bride opening gifts to group photos with friends and family, ensure that every moment is documented for the bride to cherish.
At Worthington, we are dedicated to helping you plan a bridal shower that is as special and memorable as the bride herself. Contact us today to begin planning the perfect celebration for the bride-to-be.
Section 6: Banquet Halls Beyond Compare: Worthington's Signature Spaces
Embark on a journey into the realm of grandeur and sophistication with Worthington's unparalleled banquet halls, meticulously designed to exceed the expectations of discerning couples. Each of Worthington's signature spaces is a testament to luxury and elegance, promising an unforgettable backdrop for your special day.
Conclusion:
In conclusion, Worthington for Events stands as the epitome of splendor and allure, offering an unparalleled destination for unforgettable weddings and events in Southwest Florida. From the grandeur of our signature banquet halls to the breathtaking landscapes that surround them, every aspect of Worthington exudes elegance and charm.
We invite you to explore further and envision your dream wedding unfolding amidst our impeccable service and stunning surroundings. Let Worthington be the canvas for your most cherished memories, where every detail is meticulously crafted to exceed your expectations.
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menswear.
been wanting to write a menswear inspired lil ficcy for sooo so long n to celebrate the fact that i will finally hear it live after 9 years i thought this was a great time
a/n: i just wanna write a disclaimer that i am british and tend to britain-ise my writing so if it seems off for an american wedding don’t bite me x it’s ovulation week which is the only way i can explain this if i’m honest
summary: meeting steve at an old friend’s wedding could really only lead to one thing, couldn’t it?
18+. smut. alcohol and drug use. steve is a mess. no use of y/n!
steve’s still drunk from the night before, his tie crooked and one of the buttons on his shirt is uneven. he looked even more disheveled than he felt.
he hadn’t been keen on the idea of going to the wedding of his ex girlfriend and the man who essentially took her from him. not that he blames jonathan of course, he wasn’t exactly the gold standard boyfriend. he had his faults and would quite happily admit to them.
but still, it was confusing and weird and he’d tried to get out of it but robin had quite frankly insisted that he be there or else he was a terrible person.
so, as all sensible people would, he got absolutely fucking blasted the night before. he hadn’t meant to get so drunk but catching up with old friends and the kids he once looked after, had lead to him being carried off to his room by his best friend who was mumbling a bunch of profanities under her breath.
he still stank of booze, christ even he could smell it. it lingered on his body despite the twenty minute cold shower he had forced himself through this morning. there had been an attempt to style his hair but it mostly hung around his face in limp strands.
did you know the best way to beat a hangover is to keep drinking? hair of the dog and that. at least, that’s what he was telling himself. nursing a double whisky at the hotel bar at stupid o’clock this morning.
he didn’t have robin to hang off today, left to his own devices as she’d been recruited into the bridal party. her one track mind focussed on nancy and not her absolute failure of a best friend.
the venue was nice, a tad unorthodox and not where he’d choose to get married but it fit the strange pairing in a nice way. slinking up the cold stone of the aisle, trying to find his reserved seat among the crowds of people.
max pulls him into one of the rows, shoving him down on the empty seat with a small scowl on her face. she’d seen him struggling from her seat and had so graciously gone to help the poor man.
‘thanks.. max,’ he groans, nodding at the girl a she settles into his seat, honestly just hoping that the service would go quick so he could resume his pitiful drinking.
he sighs, thumbing through the programme. smiling slightly as he reads the officiants name, el hopper. they had just had to make this the strangest wedding he’d ever have the pleasure of attending.
‘do you know the bride or groom?’ your voice speaks from beside him, it’s the first time he’s realised that he’s actually sat next to anyone and he’s actually not in his own little world of misery.
‘huh?’ he asks, looking up to meet your eyes.
you’re smiling, looking as spritely as he wished he felt. clearly some people hadn’t got wasted the night before. amateurs.
‘do you know the bride or groom? sorry- i don’t really know anyone here,’ giving him a shy chuckle as your cheeks flush, maybe you would have to dip after the ceremony.
‘oh.. oh no, i know both of them.. nancy’s my ex girlfriend,’ he wants to kick himself because what on earth had compelled him to say something like that.
‘oh wow..’ you laugh, ‘not awkward at all then,’ kissing the back of your teeth.
‘it’s actually not.. not really,’ he shrugs, shuffling in his chair to face towards you properly, ‘i mean, if i had a choice i probably would’ve skipped but.. what can you do?’
‘right.. still, i don’t envy you,’ smoothing down the creased material of your dress, a deep green to match the earthy tones of the wedding.
‘d’you wanna know my secret to weddings?’ he smiles, leaning in.
‘mhm hit me.’
‘you just gotta get as drunk as humanly possible and they’re actually not so bad..’
‘isn’t it like..’ you check your wrist watch, ‘it’s noon,’ breaking into a giggle.
‘and that is why i started last night,’ tapping his finger on his temple, he was a genius really.
he wasn’t new to this game. having been forced to a plethora of fancy weddings with his parents and the wave of weddings from high school friends, he was wise to all the tricks in which made weddings bearable.
‘well, i might have to join you.. i don’t know anybody here,’ looking around at the hordes of strangers milling around the large room.
‘why are you here then?’ immediately wincing at his choice of words, ‘shit no.. i meant, do you know nancy? or jonathan? or have you snuck in?’
you giggle again and it’s music to his ears. sat next to a pretty girl who finds him funny? maybe today couldn’t be all that bad after all.
‘i know nancy.. we were roommates at emerson, she’s like.. the only person i’ve kept in contact with.’
he nods, going to speak but is abruptly interrupted by the sound of the organ chiming. your cue to actually start paying attention to the ceremony at hand. he turns his attention to the alter, exhaling heavily.
‘i’m so sorry.. i never asked your name,’ whispering with his body still facing the front, but completely leaning his shoulder into yours.
oh this wedding was about to be so much fun.
-
you had taken steve’s advice, who’s name you had now learnt, immediately downing a glass of champagne when you got to the reception. hey, if you were going to have to meet a thousand new people tonight, you’d have to be a little buzzed to do it.
it’s no surprise you’ve been shoved onto the singles table, finding your name on the board and slinking off to your corner of the banished. steve already sat slumped over at his seat which was suspiciously next to yours again. he totally hadn’t swapped out stacey’s name card for yours.. never.
you slide into the chair, ‘we have got to stop meeting like this,’ gently nudging his elbow with yours as to not alarm him.
‘huh,’ he smiles, eyes glistening, ‘it must be fate,’ swivelling on the chair to give you his attention.
‘must be,’ raising your eyebrows ever so slightly.
he’s nursing what must be his fifth? sixth? drink, this time opting for something a little more socially acceptable with a beer. if it weren’t an open bar he’d offer to buy you a drink but it seemed a little cheap.
‘so, where are you from?’ he’s utterly intrigued by you, desperate to know everything there is to know.
‘denver and then boston.. for college and now i’m in cincinnati for my job,’ you shrug, feeling immensely coy under his gaze, ‘i take it you’re from indiana like nancy?’
she had spoken about how people mostly stayed in their small town, they’d meet someone in high school and fall into the suburban family life without ever realising it. and then before they knew it, it was too late and they were stuck there. she was determined to not do that.
‘yeah..’ he sounds deflated, thinking of the place he called home, ‘but it’s home i guess..’ he taps on the table, ‘what d’ya do for work?’
‘i’m an editor at a publishing house,’ his expression says that he doesn’t entirely understand, ‘i work with a lot of writers and basically tell them what to do,’ that was the very basic premise of your role but you’d gathered that he probably didn’t actually care much.
‘oh wow.. so you’re boss lady then?’ swigging on the now-warm liquid, he’s listening intently to whatever comes out of your mouth.
‘hah.. not quite,’ fiddling with the tiny name plaque in front of you, ‘one day.. hopefully,’ you were never a fan of talking about yourself, ‘so what do you do?’
he rolls his eyes playfully, ‘work for my dad, i didn’t get into college soo.. he gave me a job,’ eyes wandering to the guests now joining your table, ‘but really i’m just a glorified assistant and even that’s being generous,’ playing off his disappointment with a small laugh.
‘well that doesn’t sound too bad..’ picking up on his demeanour, ‘shall we get another drink before we have to sit through the awful speeches?’
his pretty pink lips curl into a smirk, ‘i like your thinking,’ standing from the table with his hand offered out for you to hold.
-
‘i-i’ll say a couple words.. c’mon,’ he grins, stepping up towards the small stage, hopper reluctantly passes the mic over to steve, watching apprehensively as he climbs onto the stage.
robin sighs, this could really only go one way and she sure as hell did not want to be in the room to witness it.
there’s a chance that you two had slightly overdone it with the free bar.. you wince watching him up on the stage. the opinions of these people meant absolutely nothing to you but quite obviously did to him.
‘as you all know.. nancy is my ex girlfriend-,’ there’s a collective groan from the audience, ‘but.. but no, that’s not what i came to say.. i wanted to say that-,’ he hiccups into the microphone, ‘that the first time i properly spoke to jonathan, he beat my ass and fuck did it hurt,’ chuckling to himself, ‘but that ass kicking actually.. and you won’t believe it, but it made me a better person and y’know what.. i’m really happy for you,’ he thrusts his glass into the air, ‘so, please join me in a toast to our newly weds.. you deserve it,’ turning to face the cringing couple at the table.
nancy gives him a small smile, it wasn’t exactly shakespearean but the sentiment was nice and he hadn’t embarrassed himself or fallen off the stage head first so she was going to take it as a win.
‘thank you, steve,’ jonathan nods, steve’s sure he can see a tiny smile on his face despite the lousy speech he’d just given.
hopper claps him on the back as he gets off of the stage, taking a mental note to keep an eye on the boy for the rest of the evening. the free bar may not have been the wisest decision after all.
steve collapses into his chair, immediately leaning into you, ‘that was good, right?’ taking a sip of his drink.
‘uh.. yeah, maybe didn’t need to mention the ex girlfriend thing buuut.. i don’t think it was that bad,’ you laugh, watching as he nods in self satisfaction.
‘good, i’m glad you approve,’ his eyes are narrow, glossy as they look back at you, he tilts his glass for you to cheers.
‘cheers.. to a not-so-bad wedding,’ you say, knocking your glasses together.
‘and to new friends,’ he adds, that same grin you’d now become accustomed to after only a few short hours.
‘to new friends.’
-
you and your new friend had sorta maybe totally took full advantage of the free bar and the tiny bag of magic powder steve had kept in his blazer pocket. it wasn’t something you’d usually indulge in, but the champagne had gone to your head and the party was getting dull so..
‘i just wanna say.. i don’t do this shit all the time,’ using his credit card to push the powder into small lines on the edge of the basin, ‘just for when i need a little pick me up..’
he looks up at you from his hunched over position, he’s half-smiling as he pulls a ten dollar bill from his wallet, fiddling around as he rolls it into a small cylinder, offering it to you.
you’re cramped into one of the tiny cubicles together, your back pressed against the cold wall, ‘mm hmm and me either.. just to clarify,’ carefully placing the half-empty champagne flute down on the sink.
‘ladies first..’ hand brushing against against the small of your back as he stands up, mere inches from your face.
you oblige, bending over to sniff the powder, wincing as it stings on the way up. holding out the note for steve to take, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the note. perhaps it was the copious amounts of alcohol but you could’ve worn you felt your heart miss a beat.
he stands back up, holding his nose. eyes still very much refusing to leave yours. they’re a beautiful chestnut colour and you’re sure they looked even better with a sober mind.
‘ready to dance?’ you ask, raising your brows.
his tongue peeks out of the corner of his mouth to wet his lips, ‘in a minute,’ your heart pounding in not only your chest, ‘fuck- can i kiss you?’
‘please-,’
interrupted by his lips pressing against your own, eyes fluttering shut as his clammy hand finds your waist, pressing himself into your chest.
your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, his tongue glides over your bottom lip, mouth opening for him, as your fingers thread into his hair. he tastes of beer, cigarettes and the mint he’d not-so-sneakily shoved into his mouth before bringing you in here.
it’s all teeth and tongues, his hands getting grabby as they begin to roam around. you so desperately want to jump up onto the sink and let him fuck you into the porcelain right here. pressing your thighs together trying to satiate the growing ache.
you don’t, obviously. his lips chasing yours as you pull back, clawing at the back of his neck, the thumping music of the reception getting louder as someone enters the bathroom.
you put your finger on his lips, willing him not to say a word as the stranger locks themself in the cubicle right next to yours. he’s smirking, pupils blown out from the substance you’d shared. it was exhilarating, pushing his knee between your legs, fingers digging into your sides.
jesus christ, it feels like you’re in this position for eternity. waiting forever for the mystery person to vacate the bathroom. growing impatient as his fingertips dance around your hips, teasing as they tug on your dress.
eventually, they get the fuck out and steve is on your lips again before the door had chance to shut fully. moaning softly into his mouth at the sheer feeling of his thigh brushing against yours. you were a mess and he’d barely touched you yet.
‘shall we.. go? i have a room upstairs,’ mumbling between kisses, not wanting to let go of your lips for too long.
-
there’s a banging on the door just as he’s managed to slip your dress off. you clutch the material to your chest, covering your dignity in fear of intruders.
‘steve? you in there?’ a woman’s voice calls through the wood.
your eyes widen, absolutely certain that he’d had some hidden girlfriend who was now positively fuming that he’d disappeared with you.
his head slumps as he breathes out, hair brushing against your face, seemingly relieved with whoever was outside, ‘it’s rob.. let me just..’ he clambers off of the bed, ‘she won’t leave until i answer.’
steve swings open the door, met with an unimpressed robin. she’s been scouring the party for the last hour trying to find him. only to find out that he’d last been seen with a girl no one had ever seen before.
‘heyy rob.. everything okay?’ he asks cautiously, well aware that he was shirtless, belt hanging from his pant loops.
‘is everything okay with you? you just disappeared.. what’re you doing in there?’ eyeing his disheveled appearance.
‘ah shit i’m sorry.. i couldn’t find you,’ lies, he hadn’t even looked, far too interested in getting you back to his room.
her eyes narrow, glancing down at the hastily removed heel in the doorway, ‘d’you have a girl in there?’
he frowns at his best friend, ‘wha-? i’m just, going to bed..’ following her gaze to the shoe, ‘yes.. there is.’
you try not to giggle from behind the door, watching as he kicks your shoe backwards into the room.
‘ew,’ she grimaces, ‘why’d you answer the door, you freak.. i’ll see you in the morning,’ scoffing as she walks away.
steve closes the door gently before making his back to the bed, ‘i’m so sorry.. she woulda called the cops if i didn’t answer,’ climbing onto the mattress, sat on his knees in front of you.
‘oh? and she’s your..’ slightly bemused as to who that even was and why she seemed to care so much.
‘best friend,’ he leans in, tugging at the dress still pressed against your chest, ‘so where were we?’ devious smirk painting his face as your grip begins to loosen.
he presses forward, connecting your lips once more, nudging you into laying back, hovering over your body with one hand attempting to wrestle the dress from between your bodies. it lands on the carpet with a soft thud, his hand now free to roam the length of your body, fingers softly brushing over the waistband of your underwear before settling on your thigh. it’s cruel and teasing, you’ve already wasted so much time.
you move your hips upwards, chasing his touch. utterly desperate to feel him again. groaning into his mouth, not bothering to hide your impatience. steve smirks, walking his fingers up toward your hip.
his fingers slip into your carefully chosen panties, choking for air as he pulls back from your lips, ‘holy shit.. you’re soaking,’ still lingering around your aching heat, not doing anything to satisfy the growing wetness.
‘shut up,’ you grumble, pulling him back onto your mouth. rutting your hips to signal how desperate you really are.
he finally gets there, middle and forefinger travelling between your slick folds, rubbing pathetic circles around your clit. you’re grateful for the long awaited release, detaching from his lips to moan.
‘ohh fuck,’ he mutters, feeding off of the delightful sounds coming from your mouth. his cock twitching against your thigh.
‘please,’ you whine, unable to take any more of his incessant teasing. it had gone on for what felt like forever. you blame the various substances for your neediness and the subsequent lack of embarrassment for it.
‘keep begging like that and you can have anything you want,’ rescinding his fingers to tackle his own belt, hastily unbuckling the metal and yanking his suit pants down. boxers coming to rest around his thighs shortly after.
your eyes widen at the sight of his leaking cock springing up. you had felt that he was big but holy shit, this was something else. your surprise doesn’t go unnoticed, his veiny hand fisting his cock as his other hand comes to rest beside your head.
‘i’ll go slow,’ he breathes, eyes hooded as his chestnut eyes gaze into yours. he was used to the apprehension by now. your clammy hands grip onto the back of his neck, feet coming to rest on his lower back. nodding quickly underneath him.
he slides into your cunt achingly slow, his mouth falling open. a strangled sound rumbling from his throat, ‘fuck.. you feel.. so good,’ staying where he was, assessing your reaction before making his next move.
it feels like he’s splitting you open but it’s good. burning desire filling your veins, ‘fuck me..’ you nod, ‘please fuck me,’ becoming accustomed to the feeling of being full, pleading for him to just move.
you don’t have to tell him twice, an animalistic growl escaping as he begins to thrust his hips. he’s still holding back, you can tell but it’s oh so much better than his stagnant pace of before.
your eyes struggle to stay open, eyelids fluttering as he slams into you. hitting the sweet, soft spot you’re sure only he could reach. back arching off of the mattress, sweaty chests colliding, chasing that feeling.
‘oh my god,’ you moan, loud enough for whoever is staying in the adjacent room to hear. it’s filthy, lewd and desperate. the sound of his balls slapping against your supple skin, fastening in response to your encouragement.
‘yeah?’ he pants, reaching his hand around to brush the wild hair from your face. ‘been waiting to do this- nghh.. all fuckin’ day,’ relentless with his tempo, pubic area perfectly catching against your throbbing cult, hurtling you towards your orgasm.
‘fuck,’ you grit, eyes screwed shut. it’s disgusting how the sounds of your cunt fill the room, even worse that it was encouraging him. pounding into your hole ruthlessly, grunting as he nears his own orgasm.
the familiar sensation twists in your stomach, mouth hung open as it’s useless even attempting to muffle yourself. ‘steve..’ you mewl, more as a warning that you were fast approaching your release.
he can feel it, the way you clench around him and the utter mindless babbling coming from your mouth were all too familiar. ‘you gonna come? huh? you wanna come?’ struggling to keep his own composure.
you can’t even verbalise your response, nodding maniacally while your legs squeeze around his waist, keeping him deep inside as you begin to tremble. stomach flipping and your head becoming fuzzy, the tip of his cock nudging against the spongy spot as you come undone around him.
the pleasure is almost overwhelming, tears pricking in your eyes as you writhe against him. ‘shitshitshit,’ whining breathlessly into his ear.
‘oh fuck,’ he barks, beginning to lose his rhythm. hips stuttering as he fills you up, thick ropes of cum painting your walls. pulling out far too late and collapsing on top your sweaty body.
chest rising and falling in time with his as you try to regain your breath, still clinging onto his neck while he buries his face into your shoulder, arms wrapping around your back.
‘oh fuck is right,’ you remark, giggling at his pathetic demeanour. fingers running through his damp hair, his wet lips pressing against the skin of your neck. your mind still too hazy to truly comprehend the implications of him coming inside of you. something for tomorrow you to worry about.
‘i’m sorry,’ he mumbles, cocking his head to finally look up at you, ‘your fault..’ attempting to crack a joke.
‘oh it’s my fault?’
‘oh yeah,’ shifting off of your body and onto the bed slightly, still holding onto your waist. ‘i’d have a baby with you any day,’ wrestling to pull the blanket over your bodies.
you narrow your eyes, resting your head on the soft pillow, choosing to blissfully ignore his comments. the toll of the long day starting to take on your body as your eyes begin to close. snuggling into the side of his body, tangling your leg between his.
‘i wasn’t joking,’ he murmurs sleepily, fingers brushing your back softly.
‘shut up.’
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you’re wary of even waking him, wondering if it’d be easier to just slip out unnoticed. maybe you could leave a note on the bedside table for him to find.
no. no, that’d be rude. most one night stands you wouldn’t even be contemplating it, you’d have ran out of there the second you were awake. something felt different with steve.. like maybe you shouldn’t.
you nudge his arm, leaning over his body.
‘steve? steve.. i have to go..’ you coo softly, coaxing him awake.
he jolts, snapping his head in your direction, ‘huh? what?’ squinting as he comes to, head already pounding from the copious amounts of liquor he’d ingested last night.
‘i have to go..’ smiling at his sleepy demeanour.
‘what? no.. no no, where are you going?’ voice heavy with sleep, a whole octave deeper than it was last night.
‘i’ve gotta check out out of my room and drive home.’
he sits up agains the pillow, stretching his arms out with a stifled yawn, ‘now? it’s so early,’ his fingers wrap around your wrist, ‘stay.. ten minutes,’ gently trying to pull you back into the bed with him.
‘it’s a long drive.. i can’t,’ you mutter, standing strong despite the overwhelming urge to just get back into the warm bed with him.
‘let me walk you back then,’ the smooth pad of his thumb tracing along your wrist, ‘gimme like.. five minutes and we can go,’ dropping your arm as he springs out of the bed.
‘you don’t have to.. really,’ you persist, watching as he shimmies into a discarded pair of sweatpants, frantically searching for a clean t-shirt in his suitcase.
‘well i’m going to,’ he pulls it over his messy hair, it had been neglected the last few days and he’d been kicking himself for not looking his best for you.
you simply smile at him, nothing you could say would change his mind so it was easier not to and you weren’t exactly averse to spending more time with him.
he emerges from the bathroom looking slightly more put together, ‘okay i’m ready.. let’s go,’ grabbing his wallet, nearly empty cigarette box and his room key from his discarded pants pocket and grinning.
it’s a comfortable silence on the way back to your room, steve nodding his head at a few wedding guest stragglers who were either doing the exact same thing you were doing or trying to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.
the atmosphere is pleasant, almost natural as you walk the halls. arms brushing against each other with every step.
‘well, this is me,’ nodding at the basically untouched hotel room. you’d stepped foot in it once to drop your bag off and hadn’t seen it since.
steve’s biting down onto his bottom lip, ‘you really gotta go now?’ sounding a little disappointed.
‘i’m back to work tomorrow.. i’m sorry,’ trying to disguise your own disappointment. realistically, you probably wouldn’t see him again. just a one time, crazy wedding story you would look back on fondly in a few years.
‘i’m not,’ he offers, trying desperately not to let this go. dating in hawkins wasn’t great, and he wasn’t sure that he’d ever find someone like you even if he searched for his entire life. he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t at least try.
‘oh?’ raising your brows.
‘yanno, i’ve never been to cincinnati before,’ smirking down at you, ‘i was actually thinking of taking a little vacation there.. like, this week?’
the corners of your lips twitch into a smile, ‘you know what? that sounds like a great idea.’
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