Djorking

She jumps out of bed, runs to her window and opens it. Looking out, she sees Steve. He’s wearing a beanie, his facial hair is overgrown, like he hasn’t shaved in a while. He sees her, his face lights up. Her stomach turns. 

“Let me in,” Steve calls up and it’s clear how angry he is. Cute. Very cute but angry. 

“Are you crazy?” Olive yells down to him.

“Damn right,” Steve tells her, “you won’t let me in? I’ll just sit and press the buzzers until someone does.”

“Steve, no,” Olive scolds, “Just go home.”

Steve walks towards the door and Olive’s buzzer goes off, repeatedly. She buzzes him in because she really doesn’t want him waking her neighbors. She swings her door open, hearing Steve coming in the lobby and walking up the stairs. The closer he gets the more her stomach erupts in butterflies. God, she’s missed him. She’s missed him so much. And this scruff he has… patchy, sure, but god it looks sexy on him. She looks up at him as he walks past her into her apartment. 

“Hi,” she chokes out, closing her door and leaning against it. 

Fuck, he looks gorgeous, she thinks. As he whips around and says, “Hi? That’s what you have to say to me? Hi?!”

And yeah, Olive’s kind of speechless. His hair is shorter, like he cut it. Where it used to practically reach his shoulders, now the bit sticking out of his beanie looks about three inches shorter. He’s wearing his wire frame glasses, a black and white striped t-shirt that’s obviously well loved, it’s covered in holes. She just keeps staring at him. 

“Well, I… I think you owe me, like a real explanation. That’s why I’m here,” he exhales, looking down at her. “Your pajamas are cute.”

“Thanks,” she looks down at her pink striped satin set and looks back up at him.

“Can you just tell me why?” Steve asks, “I can’t fucking take it anymore, Olive. I’ve been a fucking mess and it’s because the way you fucking did it. You didn’t explain shit to me and you ran off like a coward and that’s not fucking fair to me! You know, that’s not fair!”

Olive watches as Steve gets more heated, the way his eyes move and his cheeks flush as his lips move around his words, rising in volume. And there’s something sick about her, she knows that, but she likes when Steve raises his voice at her. Maybe she likes him standing up for himself. 

“I did run off. If I didn’t, you would’ve talked me out of ending it,” she says, softly. 

Steve laughs, that cruel one he does when he’s upset, “Do you even have a reason? Did you just want to hurt me? Were you fucking bored of me?”

Olive crosses her arms, part of her wants to make Steve leave but a bigger part of her can’t let him leave. That part wants to jump on him, tell him she takes it back and she needs him. She’s stubborn, though. 

“Yeah. You hurt me, so I hurt you,” she says, finally admitting that this was because he slept with someone else.

Steve rubs his hand against his mouth and chin and Olive can’t help but take note of how big his hands are. It’s one of her favorite things about him physically. He shakes his head before he speaks again, “Biggest mistake of my fucking life.” 

“Yeah,” Olive mumbles, “I told you that you could, but I didn’t really want you to.”

“I shouldn’t have, even if you said it was okay. I wish I didn’t,” he whispers back, “but I guess part of me… felt like I was getting back at you. Because I’m your second choice, I’m the—“

“Are you joking? Second choice, Steve, you were—,” she swallows because that’s not true and she knows it. 

“I was what?” Steve says, “I was a secret. Kind of a horribly kept secret but a secret.”

Olive can’t say anything, she just shakes her head as her stomach turns. 

“So like one time, I fucked up yes, but like you’ve been with someone else this whole time and I never gave you an ultimatum or anything. I’m like a fucking obedient dog for you, Olive. I just do whatever the fuck you want, I put up with being treated like shit just to be with you,” Steve laments, “That’s not fair. Do you think that’s what I deserve? That’s how much I mean to you?”

She has tears welling in her eyes, she can’t look at Steve because it just makes it all worse. She just stares at his shoes. It’s not true, she thinks Steve deserves better. That’s part of why she did this. But then having him right here in front of her, she’s completely regretting breaking up with him. She wants to touch him, but she’s scared he’ll push her away. 

“You can’t even look at me,” Steve exhales, “Do you feel bad? Is that why you can’t look at me?”

Olive shakes her head, “Of course I feel bad.”

“You should,” he says, “you should feel bad. You told me you loved me. And I fucking believed it, maybe because I’m an idiot.”

She can’t say anything, she just stares down at his feet. She thinks about the state he’s been in, what Amelia has told her. But he seems to be clean. Then again, he’s wearing a beanie. The point is, she knows she broke him. And she feels awful. Because she does love him.

“I do,” she whispers softly. 

Steve steps closer, puts his fingers under her chin and pulls her face up to look at him. “Look at me, then,” he whispers. 

Their eyes meet and Olive feels herself melt. His eyes are glassy, they’re both on the verge of tears and Olive’s first instinct is to pull away, run from this intensity. But she holds still, eyes scanning over his face. His mustache is thicker than she’s seen before. And the rest of his facial hair is grown out, it’s patchy. Olive reaches up and grazes her fingers against it. A small smile plays on her lips, Steve mirrors it. 

“Still feel bad?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” she whispers, strokes his face gently, “I like all this hair, though.”

“Glad to know me neglecting self care is attractive to you,” he replies with a raised brow. 

Olive sighs, “No, no, I— Amelia told me how you’ve been and I, I’m sorry…”

“Yeah, huge pity party over at my place. But hey, I showered for you,” he says, with a smile. “Couldn’t be bothered to shave.”

“You look hot,” Olive admits. “Like really, really hot…”

Steve puts his hands on her hips, Olive loves how it feels. The familiarity of his hands on her. She wants to kiss him so bad. It doesn’t matter that she broke up with him. She doesn’t care about it right now. She missed him. She missed his touch. Steve pulls her into him, so their hips touch. And then they’re both leaning in. 

When their lips touch, Olive swears there’s fireworks and she feels like a fucking idiot for not listening to those natural tells. She feels incredible when Steve’s around. He never makes her feel insecure or bored. His arms wrap around her waist as he pulls her closer. Olive’s hands push his beanie off his head and her fingers card through his hair. It’s so much shorter, and she mumbles against his lips, “You cut your hair.”

Steve laughs into her mouth and fuck, did she miss that sound. He mumbles back, “Had to. It was bad.”

Olive kisses him again, keeps feeling through his hair as she licks against his lower lip. Steve licks her back and it ignites something in her, feeling true actual arousal for the first time in weeks. Steve’s hands move down to her ass, squeezing momentarily before he’s lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and keeps playing with his hair as he carries her to her bedroom. Lays her back on her mattress and crawls onto her, between her legs. She grabs his shirt and pulls him close, connecting their lips again. Steve moans against her lips, grinding down against her and Olive giggles because she can feel his erection in his jeans. And she’s so flattered that he gets that turned on just by kissing her. 

She drags her hands down his back, grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. Steve starts unbuttoning Olive’s top, kissing her tenderly. His hands find Olive’s breasts, squeezing her gently. Olive whines, “Steve…”

He smiles, pulling back and looking down at her. Then Olive realizes how he’s cut his hair and she giggles, “You have bangs.”

Steve raises his brows, still smiling as he moves his thumbs against Olive’s nipples. “Is that what it’s called?”

She nods, smiling at him, “I guess it’s like a mod cut. It’s cute. I like it a lot. You look good.”

“Thanks,” he says, leans down and kisses her neck. Olive moans, hand moving to the back of his neck as she tilts her head, exposing her neck more for him. She feels so needy, so desperate for Steve. He sucks against her skin, surely marking her up and before, Olive would’ve stopped him. She doesn’t care, those seven weeks away were brutal and she can’t be without Steve ever again. 

So Olive lets Steve cover her neck in bruises, writhes up against him as he does it. She revels in the sounds he makes against her skin whenever his strained cock manages to catch on Olive’s clothed pussy. He goes lower, kissing across her clavicle and leaving marks there. Then her breasts. He spends his sweet time but Olive is getting eager and she wants to look at his face again, so she tugs him back by his hair and Steve sits up. 

“Sorry,” he chokes out when he looks down at her bruised skin. “Kinda went a little overboard with that, huh?” 

Olive sits up too, reaching for Steve’s pants and starts unbuttoning them. He helps her get them down, leaving him in his briefs and she says, “I don’t care, but I’m gonna have to give you some to make it fair.”

He grins, so wide and so pretty. With his briefs tented. And Olive missed his cock. There’s nothing like it, she thinks. She reaches for it, purely because she can’t help herself. Steve huffs, that gorgeous grin still on his face. So Olive just says it, “Missed him.”

“Are you referring to my penis?” Steve asks with a giggle. 

“I am,” she nods, and Steve purses his lips then. 

“Have you been thinking about it?”

Olive flushes, because of course she has been. She nods slowly, “And other things too. Like the way you smell when you’re asleep, and the way you hum and whistle while you cook, and how you take care of me when I’m sick.” 

Steve leans close to kiss Olive, full of passion and love. Like he’s been waiting to hear her say those words. Like he needs to be told she missed him. And she really, really did. Life went back to boring and mundane without him. She’d forgotten what it felt like to wake up unhappy. To feel like everything she did was dull and pointless. 

His hands find the elastic of her satin shorts and he pulls them down. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and she can feel Steve smile against her when he notices. Olive giggles and goes for his briefs, tugging them down. Gets her hand wrapped around his cock and she sighs, a happy relieved sigh and it makes Steve laugh. 

“I told you I missed him,” she says.

He reaches between her legs and tells her, “I missed her too.”

Olive gasps, feeling his big hand cup her pussy and says, “Fuck, she missed you.”

Steve’s middle finger slips inside Olive’s core, she inhales sharply and squeezes the base of Steve’s cock. His hips stutter and she strokes him slowly, as he fingers her. Their eyes meet, the pair of them breathing heavily as they work each other over. Olive’s heart pounds, she’s gazing at his pretty face and she’s never felt more stupid in her whole life. She can’t believe she almost let him go. She swears she’s never going to do it again. This is the man for her, she’s letting herself realize and accept that. She deserves someone like Steve, she deserves Steve and she swears she’s going to be better for him. She’s going to let him in, she’s going to give him everything. 

Then Steve moves, scoots down the bed like he’s going to eat Olive out. And that’s all fine and dandy but…

“Wait… I want you, I want to suck your cock,” she says and Steve smiles at her.

He wiggles his brows, “69?”

And Olive laughs, nods enthusiastically and lays back down. Steve moves over her. This is a nice view she thinks, looking right up at Steve’s dick and balls. An excited giggle bubbles up from her chest, her hand wrapping around his cock. She strokes him as she tilts her head up and licks against his balls. Steve moans softly, Olive feels his breath fan against her swollen lips. Then she feels his tongue, she cries out. She missed this, he’s so incredibly talented. She remembers that she doesn’t even ask Pilot to eat her out because he’s so bad at it.

But Steve’s so good. He works hard at it, teasing through her folds, focusing on her clit for just a beat before moving back down. Then, he sucks against each of her lips before gliding his tongue down to dip into her core. Olive moans out, so lost in the pleasure that she’s completely forgotten about pleasuring Steve. Though he doesn’t seem to mind. He licks against her hole, moaning like he’s deriving pleasure from it. Then his cock sways from his movements, right in front of Olive’s face and she’s reminded. 

She wraps her lips around his tip and sucks, then circles her tongue around it. Her legs spread a little wider, Steve’s hips jerk forward just a tiny bit but it pushes his balls against Olive’s face. She giggles softly, but Steve’s thrusting again, sinking into her mouth another inch. So she sucks harder, takes him as deep as she can. And he’s just as enthusiastic, works back up to her clit and wraps his lips around it. Sucks and licks until Olive can barely breathe. She’s moaning around him, trying to focus on giving him an incredible blow job that he absolutely deserves. But he’s too good at eating her out, she gets distracted. 

And Steve can tell, he reaches down to hold his cock as he pulls it out of her mouth. Then he sits on the bed and softly laughs, “It’s fun in theory, but ya know…”

“It’s your fault,” Olive turns to him. “You’re so good, I forget what I’m doing.”

He shakes his head, lays next to her and puts his hand on her hip. He nudges his nose against hers and kisses her soft and slow. She puts her hand on his jaw as she kisses back, matching his pace though she wants more. Steve’s unlike anyone. He really takes his time, offers more than enough foreplay, but more than anything… he’s never in a rush. Even when they should be. Their bodies inch closer, his erection grazing against her navel as they make out. But there’s no urgency. He moans softly, could be from the stimulation on his cock but Olive thinks it’s just from the kiss. 

And she’s certain she’s more eager than he is. She tries to tell him as much, sucking on his tongue, making the kiss a little sloppier, grinding against him. Steve takes the hint, smiling as he reaches down and pulls Olive’s leg over his middle before moving his hand to guide his cock to her entrance.

Then she stops him, “Wait—“ she swallows because she’s not trying to ruin the mood, she just has concerns. “With Willow, did you….?”

Steve sighs softly, not like he’s upset with Olive and more like he’s upset with himself but he assures her, “I used protection. Hell, Olive, you’re the only person I haven’t used it with.”

And well, “Me too.” It’s the truth. She makes Pilot wear condoms. 

“Can I? Or we can use one, I.. I don’t have one on me but—“

“No, it’s good. I just had to ask,” she whispers, hand on his cheek. 

Steve nods then, dipping back down to kiss her as he slips his cock inside. She gasps, against his lips as the sensation of him stretching her out fills her with ecstasy. She can’t believe she almost gave this up. She grips onto his shoulder as he sinks in deeper and deeper. 

“Steve!” she moans, “Oh.”

He nuzzles against her face, rolling his hips as she mewls and whines. His hand wraps around her thigh, squeezing the flesh as he pumps into her. Slowly dragging against her walls and Olive is on an entirely different plane of existence. Mouth agape, drawn out moans and cries falling free. 

The tip of his cock rubs against that sensitive spot deep inside, in such a way that has her close to crying. This reconnection is what she’d been longing for, even if she wouldn’t admit it. And Steve mumbling repeatedly how much he loves and missed her against her cheek isn’t helping. 

His voice is so soft, a little raspy and so incredibly needy, “I love you so fucking much… I missed you so bad. Was making me fucking sick, baby. I need you, I need you, I love you, I love you…”

She squeezes his shoulder as she whines back, “Missed… oh, fuck, missed you, too… love you, too… Stevie, oh, God.” 

“Not fucking letting you go again,” he groans, his hand moving to her hip and squeezing rough. Like he’s got to keep her here. 

And well, he never did. She’s the one who let him go. Pushed him out, actually. But she’s absolutely certain she’s never doing that again. So she kisses him, sloppy and messy. Lips not exactly meeting, kisses on his cheek and his chin. Tongue darting out to taste his sweaty skin. Tastes herself on it, too. 

His thrusts get a little rougher then, deeper. Until the position they’re in gets a little too awkward, so he’s pushing her onto her back and moving between her legs. And like this, he’s only that much deeper and Olive’s head tilts back as she gasps out. Her hands find his back, scratching down it as he pounds into her. Then she looks at him, their eyes meet and Olive absolutely fucking melts. The adoration, the lust, the desperation in his hazel eyes makes that knot in her stomach tighten. She’s on the verge of an orgasm, while also being on the verge of tears. And she can’t imagine sharing this kind of experience or emotion with anyone other than Steve. He’s made from her. Olive never quite believed in soulmates. But Steve has Olive believing in the world. 

It creeps up quickly, the rubber band snapping as her orgasm rushes through her. Mouth hanging open as she gasps, eyes trained on Steve’s gorgeous face as she cums. He looks so focused yet so in awe as he watches. His face is flushed. He gives her a moment to come down before he grabs her hands, pins them above her head and crashes his lips into her. His hips quicken, the force of his thrusts increasing as he moans against her lips. They still as he reaches his peak, before offering two more involuntary thrusts. 

The pair of them stay like that for a moment, catching their breath, staring into each other's eyes. Before it gets too uncomfortable and Steve’s pulling off. He offers a quick smooch before he’s off the bed and retrieves a wet towel. 

Steve lays back on the bed after he’s cleaned them up and he turns to her, takes a deep shaky breath and says, “Okay, we gotta really talk about that.”

“About how good that was?” Olive asks with a lifted brow, giggling softly. 

He shakes his head, looks visibly nervous so Olive sits up and turns to him. Her stomach drops with the idea that he might be regretting all of that. She rubs her lips together, patiently waiting for him to talk again. But he doesn’t. Looks like he keeps mulling over what he’s gonna say in his head so Olive has to speak first.

“What do you want to say?” she asks in a quiet, shaking voice. 

Steve looks a little bit like he might cry when he finally opens his mouth, “I have to give you that ultimatum. I probably should have a long time ago. But, fuck, Olive. I’m not doing that again with you. It’s me or him. And that was really fun and amazing and I feel so deeply connected to you when we have sex but… I can’t do it again unless you break up with Pilot and commit to me.”

And she saw this coming. The idea of breaking up with Pilot is deeply terrifying for some reason, yet the thought of losing Steve again is much more daunting. So she nods, looks at him earnestly. 

She must be silent for too long because Steve sighs, “Alright, well… I’m not gonna stay any longer if–”

“Wait, Steve. I’ll do it. I’ll break up with Pilot,” she tells him, hand moving to his arm as he tries to get up. “I can’t spend that long without you again.”

“This time would be longer if you don’t pick me, Olive. Like, forever,” Steve tells her.

“I know,” Olive whispers, “I want you.”

Steve holds her hand, intertwines their fingers, “If it helps, I’ll be a much better boyfriend.” 

Olive giggles then, squeezing his hand as she tells him, “I know you will be. You’re not gonna keep me a prisoner in this city.”

“As long as you come back home to me sometime.”

“Or you could… come with me,” Olive offers with a purse of her lips.

Steve grins, “If that’s a possibility. I’d follow you anywhere.”

Then he grabs her phone and hands it to her, “Better go ahead and text him that it’s over.”

“Steve! I can’t do that!” Olive exclaims. 

His face falls, then turns pensive as he sits up and tilts his head, “I thought we literally just had this conversation about you picking me?”

“We did,” she insists, “but I can’t dump him over text. I have to do it in person. We’ve been together for way too long to break up over a text.” 

“So, when are you gonna do it, then? I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and you changed your mind,” his voice is so stern and it’s kind of turning her on. She pushes him on his back, straddling his waist and lacing their fingers together. Can’t help but grind a little bit on him.

“Promise I’ll do it tomorrow,” she tells him before leaning down and connecting their lips.

Steve can’t argue, his arms wrap around her middle and pulls her closer. He opens his mouth, like he wants her tongue. So she gives it to him, licks into his mouth as she pushes her fingers through his hair. And like magic, she feels his cock start to fill out against her thigh. She wonders why she let him go, because Steve can always keep going. 

But he pulls back from the kiss and says, “I mean it, Olive. If you change your mind tomorrow, I’m done. I really can’t do it anymore. And who knows, I might tell him myself—“

“Steve! I said I will. I really will. I promise,” she says, furrowing her eyebrows. “I don’t think you should tell him. That would be bad.”

“Well, I will,” Steve threatens, “If you don’t, I will tell him myself.”

Olive shakes her head, then rolls her eyes, “You wanna start a whole bunch of drama, don’t you?”

“If I don’t get what I want,” he replies with a playful shrug.

“Oh, wow, you’re such a brat, Steve. I might have to fuck it out of you,” Olive says, seductively. 

Steve’s expression changes. He swallows hard, his cock twitches against her ass. His hands move to his sides as he looks up at her. “I’m going to be an even bigger brat if you change your mind tomorrow.”

“Well, if you’re gonna be such a brat, maybe you need a spanking,” Olive counters.

And Steve scoffs, a laugh falls from his lips as he sits up, holding onto Olive’s hips, “I think actually, if any of us need a spanking, it’s you.”

Olive’s never been more excited in her entire life. She deserves it for sure, but is it really a punishment if she’s going to be enjoying it so much? She pouts, tilts her head and says, “You think I need a spanking?”

Steve nods, “After all that shit you put me through, yeah, absolutely.”

“Well… if you say so…” she says and moves off of him. She stands and looks at him expectantly. He loves to sit on the edge of her bed, looks up at Olive with his brows raised. 

“Bend over my lap,” Steve tells her. The tone of his voice is incredibly arousing, calm yet domineering. Something she hasn’t exactly heard from him. And she thinks how quickly they can make that switch, how she trusts that he won’t push it further than she wants and that it won’t change how they feel about each other has Olive certain of one thing, this is the man she was meant to be with. Forever. 

She easily obeys, bending over his lap. She glances back at him, seeing how his eyes skate over her back and behind. His hand is gentle, rubs against her ass carefully. And the anticipation is killing her. Olive inhales sharply and holds it, eyes dropping to her hardwood floor as she waits. Steve takes his time here too. Fingers tapping along the flesh as he moves his hand, edging close to her soaking entrance. He teases with a ghosting touch, has Olive clenching her fists and curling her toes because she’s not sure what his next move is. Then he tsks, and her head turns to look up at him. 

“Dripping wet… just at the thought of me spanking you…” he sucks against his teeth before continuing, “That’s pretty naughty, Olive.”

“Can’t help it,” she gasps out. His eyes meet hers momentarily. 

“Head down,” he instructs and she listens. 

Fuck, she loves him. He’ll give her everything she’s ever wanted. Even if she doesn’t think she deserves it. 

His fingers move up, light touches against her cheek. And then a particularly sharp smack. The sound of it reverberates through her room. A yelp falls from Olive and Steve’s hand soothes over the sore, hot skin. Between her legs is uncomfortably wet, dripping down her thighs as Steve delivers another harsh slap. Another yelp and this time as Steve rubs the skin, he asks,  “You okay?” 

And maybe it breaks the illusion but she’s thrilled he’s concerned. He’s just so attentive. She mumbles a sound of agreement. Wiggles her ass for him to continue. Instead of spanking, his hand dips between her legs and he laughs, deep and soft.

“Yeah, you’re definitely okay.”

Another slap. And another. Surely enough to make her pale skin bright red. Steve makes sure to soothe her skin each time. Then, he moves his hand up her spine. Slides his fingers into the hair at the back of her scalp and pulls her up. Pulls her into his lap and kisses her intensely. She whines into it, falling with him as he lays on his back. Straddling him, she grabs his jaw and kisses him back with fervor. 

His hands are still in her hair, tugging as he writhes against her. 

“I love you,” she babbles out, “I love you so much.”

“We really need to have a talk about why that shit turns you on so much,” he laughs and Olive pulls back to raise her brow. 

“Like that didn’t turn you on?” 

He rolls his eyes and tells her, “I’ll do whatever you want me to. Even if it’s to be mean to you.”  

“It’s not about being mean,” Olive admits, “It’s about trust.”

That seems to intrigue him, his brow lifting, “That turns you on because you trust me?”

She nods, “I trust that you’ll take care of me. You’ll never push it too far. You’ll listen.” 

“Huh,” he says, seeming like he’s realizing something. “You really do love me.”

“I’m sorry I made you question it,” Olive tells him sincerely. 

He moves his hand up, caressing her face and smiles somberly, “I always knew deep down. Think I knew it before you did.”

“I’m scared, a lot of the time… you scared me because I didn’t… I couldn’t like, control it. I was falling and I didn’t have a say. I was—“ Olive stops because she feels the urge to cry crawling up her throat. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay… you’re worth all the effort I have to put in. So if you fucking, if you go back on all this tomorrow, like that’s it… I can’t… I need you to be mine completely, or I can’t have you. For my own good, ya know?” Steve tells her.

“You’ve been talking with Robin about this a lot, huh?” Olive teases. 

Steve rolls his eyes, “If I was listening to her, I wouldn’t even be here. I had a lot of time to think. And I was thinking that… if we happened to not be able to control ourselves, I deserve one last time but if you couldn’t commit to me fully, I don’t deserve to be dragged around. I’m not gonna spend my life being a secret, or second best to some fucking asshole who doesn’t appreciate the woman I love.”

Olive puts her hand on his cheek, tells him earnestly, “You’re the right one for me, Steve. And I’m so sorry I ever made you feel like that wasn’t true—“

“Oh, I knew that,” Steve snorts, “Been waiting for you to realize.”

“And I have,” she smiles. “I promise you, I’m not going to lose you again. I’m going to end things with Pilot and I’m going to commit to you one hundred percent. So much that Robin’s gonna have to find a roommate.”

He smiles at that, big and goofy. “You want me to move in?”

“What? Like you’re not gonna spend every night here?” Olive giggles. “You only ever left my place because I made you. And I only did that because you weren’t my boyfriend. If you’re gonna be my boyfriend, you might as well move in.”

Steve kisses her, smiling as he does. His arms circle her waist. And his erection comes springing back to life, present against her ass. And Olive thinks, what better time than now. She reaches behind her, grabbing his cock as she lifts herself up so she can guide it inside her easily. They moan in unison as she sits, sheathing him inside to the hilt. 

Slowly, she begins grinding down on Steve. His eyes focus on Olive and she swears she sees hearts in them. She puts her hands on his hairy chest, using the leverage to speed up her movements. Steve’s hands hold onto Olive’s hips, squeezing her as he moans out shakily. And she loves how whiny Steve gets whenever she rides him, it makes her feel sexy and powerful. In general that’s how Steve makes her feel. 

Gazing down at him like this, she really gets to appreciate his new haircut. It’s all messed up from her fingers being in it but she really likes how his hair falls on his forehead. And god, the way he’s looking up at her with those big eyes. Olive reaches for his hands, brings them up to her chest and Steve cups her breasts in his hands. Squeezes softly. Grazes his thumbs against her nipples. Olive’s mouth hangs open, she arches her back as she picks up the pace. 

Then Steve blurts out suddenly, “I’m gonna fucking marry you.” 

And Olive laughs, “I was just thinking that.”

He grins, “You were?”

“Amongst other things,” she giggles, motioning down to where their bodies meet. 

Steve licks his lips as he watches, Olive rising up and sinking down, “Why do you think I’m gonna marry you?”

“Just for the sex?” Olive gasps dramatically.

He rolls his eyes, “Yep.”

She grins, leaning down and kissing Steve. Purely to get them to shut up. His hands smooth up Olive’s back, into her hair and he tugs as their tongues meet. They work in tandem for a beat before Steve’s flipping them over. On her back, Olive rises her hands above her head and moans. Steve nuzzles his face against her neck, kissing along the bruises he’s left. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he mumbles.

“Stevie…” she moans out, spreading her legs wide for him. His fingers run along the undersides of her thighs and the sensation makes Olive gasp. She grabs the sheets, her back arching. Steve licks against her neck, then sucks. 

Steve’s pumps get a little quicker and deeper, her eyes roll back as the tip of Steve’s cock hits against her g-spot. Steve squeezes her thighs, pushing them up. Every thrust he presses into her just right. She grabs his face and pulls him into a kiss, but it’s sloppy, uncoordinated. It’s heady, Olive can’t help but giggle and Steve mirrors it. 

“You like that?” he asks, smile in his voice. 

“Yeah,” Olive moans, “feels so good, Steve… just like that, fuck me… you’re so big, fuck!”

His eyes rolls back at that, “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

And Olive laughs, smugly. “I love watching you fall apart for me,” she tells him as she wraps her arms around his neck, giggling. 

“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he mumbles, kissing her softly. 

“I want you to cum for me, Stevie. Can you do that? Need you to fill me up,” Olive begs, holding the back of his neck. 

“Only if you cum with me,” he chokes out, then licks his fingers before reaching his hand between them and rubbing circles against Olive’s clit. Steve has a gift, truly. Olive’s in awe, he knows exactly how to touch her and she can’t believe she ever let this go. She’s the luckiest woman in the world. 

She gasps and moans, nodding at him before pleading, “Fuck me harder.” 

Steve thrusts harder, working his fingers quick and experienced. He kisses Olive as his orgasm hits him, Olive following suit. They cling to one another, moaning as they ride the waves together. Steve kisses her, “I love you.”

“I love you, Stevie.”

—

The sun peeks in through the curtains, waking Olive slowly. She rolls over, stretching as she looks over to Steve’s side of the bed and finds it empty. She panics momentarily, heart sinking to her stomach. Until she hears Steve’s voice in the kitchen, singing along to music playing from the TV. She slides out of bed, slipping into a nightgown before walking into the kitchen. Steve’s in his briefs, bouncing around and wiggling his hips with a spatula in his hand and the smell of bacon in the air. 

Her heart beats a little faster as her lips spread up into a smile. She watches him in awe, before he notices her standing there. Steve flips an egg, swaying his hips from side to side. Olive giggles and Steve’s head snaps back, a wide open mouthed smile on his face. 

“You’re finally up!” he cheers, “Let me make you some coffee.” 

Steve moves towards the coffee pot and Olive goes to get water from the fridge. She watches him make her coffee exactly how she likes as she takes her morning pills. Then Steve hands her the coffee, kissing her lips softly before then handing over her pack of cigarettes. He returns to cooking and Olive sits at the island counter, lighting up a cigarette and watching him cook. Bacon, eggs, home fries and sourdough toast. He spreads avocado on the toast, then plates Olive’s breakfast. 

They sit and eat, Olive moans at the first bite. Thinks she could get used to Steve living here. Though, she’s going to have to invest in a gym membership. She doesn’t usually eat breakfast, but she’s feeling rather hungry after all the cardio they did last night. 

“How’d you sleep?” Steve asks, piercing a potato with his fork. 

Olive smiles, remembering how cozy she felt with Steve spooning her all night. It was perfect. “Really good. How about you?”

“Best sleep of my whole life,” Steve says with a smile. “So I was thinking, I could like, go home and pack some stuff while you meet with Pilot. And maybe we can go out tonight? Like celebrate. Give me the chance to really show you off.”

Olive raises her brows, flush settling over her cheeks but fear twirling in her stomach. Breaking up with Pilot. That’s going to be hard to do. Pilot can get quite the temper and he’s going to want answers. So Olive is going to have to be honest. 

“You’re scared,” Steve notices, reaching over and putting his hand on Olive’s. “But you haven’t changed your mind, right?”

“Of course not,” she says, “I’m going to do it today. I promise.”

“Are you gonna do it in public?” Steve teases, smirking. 

She rolls her eyes but that was her plan, “He can get pretty explosive.”

Steve hums, watching as Olive reaches for the Tabasco to put on her eggs, then he snatches it from her and does the same to his, “Maybe I should come with.”

“Oh, god, no. That would make it ten times worse,” Olive tells him. 

Steve shrugs, “He did like me, ya know. Maybe he’ll be stoked for us.”

“I think the seven months of us fucking behind his back will put a damper on his fondness of you,” Olive winces. 

“You’re gonna tell him that?” Steve raises his brows, looking shocked. 

She nods, “He’s gonna expect an explanation. I might as well tell him the truth.”

Steve purses his lips, like he’s thinking over it. He sighs and tells her, “I guess that’s fair.”

They finish their breakfast and work on the dishes together. It all feels very domestic, even if there is a tension in the air. They work well together, Olive scrubbing at the dishes while Steve dries and puts them away. 

After, Steve lifts Olive up and places her on the counter. He slips his fingers into her hair, leaning close and tilting her head up towards him. Olive’s heart beats a little faster, she feels her stomach drop as Steve nudges his nose against hers. And she thinks, she’s so deeply in love. Steve’s going to make her feel this way forever. The butterflies will never dull. She’s sure they could be married for fifty years and Steve’ll still be making her feel like this. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

Olive smiles, her hands moving to grab Steve’s hands and she intertwines their fingers. 

“I love you too, Stevie.”

Their lips meet and they melt into it. Olive tilts her head, Steve kisses her top lip. His hands find her waist, he squeezes as they kiss. It quickly becomes heated, as it usually does with them. There’s this electric deep energy between them, a chemistry that just can’t be ignored. Olive feels like she cannot help herself around him. Her hands move into his hair. 

“Can’t believe you’re my girlfriend,” he says, wrapping his arms around her waist and squeezing her.

Olive giggles, hugging back and says to him, “Finally, eh?”

“Girl of my dreams,” Steve mumbles against her lips, continuing the kiss and Olive feels like she’s floating.

She reaches into his briefs, licks into his mouth as she wraps her legs around Steve’s waist. He pulls the straps of her nightgown down her arms and the slip drops down to expose her breasts. Olive moans into his mouth as his hands touch her breasts. She squeezes his cock, begins to slowly stroke him and Steve whines. His hips jerk forward and he gasps. 

“Love how easy you are for me,” she tells him between kisses.

To which Steve replies, “It’s totally your fault.”

Then he’s licking into her mouth while he fondles her tits. Olive begins stroking him a little faster. Then she hears the door opening and before she can pull away, she hears Pilot’s voice. 

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

They turn to him, Olive pulls her hand out of Steve’s underwear and starts to pull her nightgown back up. But Pilot’s stalking over, his footsteps load on the hardwood floor. Steve takes a step back, lifts his hands up but Pilot’s winding back his fist. 

“Pilot, no! Don’t—“

Olive’s plea is interrupted by the sound of Pilot’s fist cracking into Steve’s face. She jumps off the counter as Steve makes a pained sound and stumbles back. Pilot winds back again but Olive’s grabbing his arm. He turns to her then, “The fucking Dogwalker? I can’t fucking believe you.”

He looks at Steve then, shakes his head and turns to leave. 

“I should’ve fucking believed Ezra,” he says on his way out. 

Olive’s reaching for her robe, slipping it on and a pair of heels. She runs to the door to follow Pilot, but before she leaves, she turns to Steve.

“Don’t leave. I’ll be right back.”

Steve stands, holding his hand over where he was just socked in the face. He lifts the other to wave and Olive runs out. Chases Pilot down the street before she catches up to him.

“Pilot, wait! Let me explain!”

He whips around, “Explain what? That you’ve been fucking this guy you apparently hate behind my back?”

“I know… I shouldn’t have— I—“ Olive swallows. She hadn’t even had time to think about what she was going to say. How she was going to explain this. 

“How long?” Pilot asks her then. 

Olive chews on her lip, looks at the sidewalk and then up at Pilot. “I’m sorry.”

“How long, Olive?”

“Seven months. Pretty much… immediately,” she admits. 

“Wow,” Pilot scoffs. 

Olive sighs, “I… I broke it off, that’s why he kinda disappeared for three months and well… last night he showed up and I…” she swallows hard, feeling like her breakfast might come back up, “I’m really sorry, Pilot. I shouldn’t have let it go on that long.”

“Well, fuck, Olive… I can’t believe you’d do something like this. It’s gonna take a while to forgive you… we’ll work through it but, it’s gonna be work,” Pilot says, “As long as it was just ya know, sex. I know we’ve been pretty stale in that department but—“

“Oh, no… I… Pilot,” she sighs, looks back at him and confesses, “I’m in love with him. Like, really, really in love with him.”

Pilot rubs his hand over his face. Scoffs again and says, “So what? That’s it? It’s over?”

Olive nods softly. Looks over her shoulder, she’s half expecting Steve to come. 

“Why didn’t you just break up with me ten months ago?” Pilot asks.

“I should’ve,” Olive admits, "But, I was terrified… I was in denial. I didn’t realize how deep it had gotten with him… and when I did I broke it off but…”

“But you’re jerking him off in your kitchen this morning, so clearly it didn't stick,” he mumbles. “Ezra told me… and I trusted you and fuck, I had this whole talk with Steve and he fucking lied to me… right to my face.”

“You punched him. He got punished enough. He was only trying to protect me,” she mumbled. “Don’t hate him. Hate me.”

“I hate you both,” Pilot grins, “I’ll pack up all your shit and bring it over soon. Bye.”

He turns and keeps walking. Olive feels like crying. She turns and walks back to her apartment. Inside, Steve’s sitting on her couch holding a bag of frozen peas to his face. Olive kicks out of her shoes and rushes over to him, she sits and grabs the peas. 

“Let me see…” she mumbles.

He lets her pull it off his face, showing her his swollen eyelids and the beginning of bruising. It’s gonna be a pretty gnarly black eye. 

“Aw… baby…” she puts the peas back over it. “I’m so sorry…”

Steve shrugs, “Guess I deserve it. Feel bad that’s how he found out.”

“Shocked it didn’t happen sooner, honestly,” Olive whispers, “I mean… the tent.”

He laughs, pulling Olive into his lap. “I should’ve been punched forever ago.”

Olive kisses Steve’s temple.

—-

Three weeks later, Steve was all moved in. Olive was forcing herself to compromise. Steve’s stuff didn’t exactly fit her aesthetic and now her apartment looked a whole lot more disorganized and cluttered. But, it really was worth it. Spending every single waking and sleeping second with Steve wasn’t as suffocating as she thought it was going to be. Mostly, Olive felt completely relieved. 

Steve handled chores, he planned meals and he expanded his doggy client list so that Olive could have enough alone time to write her articles. He really was the perfect roommate, even if he had a penchant for junk that made Olive think her apartment was ugly.

Sleeping has never been easier, though. She thought the cuddling would wear off, that after enough nights spent together, he wouldn’t cling to her. But he still does, every night. He’s incredibly clingy. And it’s exactly what Olive needed. He softens her edges, she’s in a good mood every morning. Partly because she’s booked the longest, extended “vacation” with a big chunk of her savings. 

Tonight, they’re doing the official new partner dinner with her friends. Even though they already know Steve, it’s still tradition. That’s where Olive will announce her trip. 

“Hey, babe,” Steve greets Olive when he gets through the door, pushing his little old man cart. She teased him but it’s actually brilliant. Olive would only get enough groceries to fit in one bag because she didn’t want to struggle to carry it all. Steve never struggles. And, he brought her flowers. He hands them over and kisses her cheek. 

“So pretty, thank you,” Olive smiles, bringing the flowers up to smell them. “Are you gonna be able to get this all done by the time they arrive, Steve?”

“With your help,” he says, snatching the flowers back from Olive so he can trim them and put them in a vase.

Olive groans, “I don’t wanna ruin it, Steve.” 

“Then, you’re just gonna have to follow my instructions really well,” he lifts his brows and Olive feels her thighs heat up. It’s truly a gift, he can turn her on so easily. He must recognize the look in her eyes because he says, “No. We do not have time for that. Don’t tempt me. Now, start cutting up the veggies.” 

“Yes sir,” Olive says, obeying him and Steve groans.

“You’re such a tease. Knock it off.”

They work together to make dinner and the timing is perfect. Everyone starts to arrive just as they finish. As they all sit at the table, Olive stands to make a toast. 

“First of all, I want to thank all of you guys for coming. This feels like a long time coming, to be honest. You’ve all been so supportive of Steve and I, and I wanted to thank you guys for that,” she says, and turns to Steve, “I also wanted to thank Steve for putting up with all my bullshit for the past year. And I’m looking forward to making up for it…”

“Oh, my god, are you proposing?” Amelia interrupts, her eyes widened.

The smile on Steve’s face grows and Olive has to crush it, “Oh, god, no! Amelia, what is wrong with you?”

“I’m hopeful,” she rolls her eyes. 

“I’m not proposing. God. I am trying to say, I’ve booked a trip. A very extended one. Six months,” she says, smiling ear to ear. It’s all she could think about after the breakup with Pilot. She was finally allowed to leave again.

Steve tilts his head, Olive’s kept him in the dark this whole time about it. “You… huh?”

Robin snorts, “That sick of Steve already?”

Olive gasps, shakes her head, “No! No! Actually… I planned to take him with me.”

“Wait, really?!” Steve asks, excitedly as he jumps up from his seat.

“If you’d go, yeah,” Olive tells him just as he wraps his arms around her tightly, spinning them in a circle which has Olive spilling her wine down his back but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“When do we leave?!”