cherry | she/her | 21 | mdni | no ai!

Cherry’s Masterlist🍒

a/n: hi everyone! i hope you enjoy this chapter-🍒<3

Chapter 4

You’re in the kitchen making yourself breakfast when there is a soft knock at the door. You wipe your hands on you pants before walking to the door and opening it.

Vi is standing there smiling with a sparkle in her eye.

“Vi!” You step to the side and let her in.

“I’m just making breakfast? Do you want to stay?”

“No, James and I are going to brunch later, but thank you.”

“Oh, okay great.”

You don’t have that awful pit in your stomach when Vi mentions James anymore, it’s almost like it’s changed to be joy for Vi.

Her eyes dark around the kitchen, watching how messing you could be when you cook or bake.

“I came to ask you something.”

“Oh? Ask away.” You stir the biscuit batter.

“James and I have been talking for a couple of days and we don’t know anyone who’s the best at weddings but you. Will you help us plan our wedding?”

You stop stirring the batter and look up at her, you gave her a soft smile,

“Oh, Vi! I’d love to help you.”

She gives you a hug,

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She squeezes tight.

She pulls away and leans on the counter carefully trying not to get flour over her cute blouse.

“You can come over this weekend and we can sit down and talk about everything. I’m hoping we can do little by little so none of us get stressed out.”

“Yeah, that sounds great Vi!”

“Okay, see you then!”

You hear Vi’s heels against the floors of your apartment get quieter as she leaves. You continue making your breakfast with a content smile on your face.

~

That Saturday, you walked to James and Vi’s apartment. The three of you were sitting at the dining room table, the large chandelier beaming with a bright light above you.

You pull out a binder sorted for all things youd have at a wedding. Flowers, cake, table charts, anything you could think of.

“Alright, just let me know what you guys were thinking and I’ll just jot stuff down then we can go back a tweak some things!” You sat up in the chair, looking between them as you spoke.

Vi and James started telling you ideas for their wedding. They even made sure to tell you which picks of theirs were the most and least expensive.

After your binder was filled up with their ideas and numbers to call you went home and started organizing it a bit more.

“Oh! Guess what?” Vi calls out before you open the front door.

“Hm?” Your lips press into a thin line as you turn toward her.

“I asked Walter Stuart to write an article about our wedding!”

“Are you serious?” You let out a chuckle with a smile, walking toward her.

“Yeah, I went to the office and told him how you’re a big fan.”

“Oh gosh.” You put a hand on your forehead.

“No, no. don’t worry, I didn’t say it in an embarrassing way.” She shook her head a bit.

“He said yes and next week he’s coming to the venue to talk with all of us.” Her teeth showing as she gives you the news.

Your eyes go wide, “Are you serious? That’s amazing!”

“I know! And I really want you two to meet and talk about his writing and stuff.”

“That makes me kinda nervous, but so excited. Also, I’m so happy for you! You’re gonna be in the paper!”

“I know!”

“Anyways, I’ll see you soon!”

~

A few days later you and Steve were sitting in a cafe. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and bread waft in the air. The Cafe let off a cozy yellow-ish light over Steve, he’s drinking his favorite again, black, three sugars, extra hot. His hair wasn’t styled today so it looked longer. A few strands dangle in front of his eyes.

He takes a small sip from the mug then sighs after he swallows.

“Wait so, you’re planning the wedding?”

“Yeah, look.” You reach into your bag a pull out that binder, only this time it’s a bit thicker because Vi is throwing more and more ideas at you. 

“What the hell? All this for a wedding?” His brows furrow and his takes his thumb on the edge of the papers and flicks through them.

“Yeah, Vi wants to look at like ten different companies for each small detail.”

You put the binder back into your bag,

“We’re going around today to meet with a few people for the cake and flowers. We’re also going by the venue they picked and I’m meeting my favorite writer.” You say with a small smile on your face.

“Yeah? How?” Steve runs his hand through his hair, his smirk widening.

“My sister asked him to write an article about her wedding. I read every single article of his. His work is amazing and I can’t wait to tell him- sorry I’m rambling.” You look down.

“No, it’s fine.”

“It’s not annoying?”

“You could never be annoying.” He nudges your shoulder with his.

You smile and let a breath out your nose for a laugh. Your fingers fidget with the mug handle.

“No?”

“Never, I like hearing you talk.”

You look at him through your lashes, his hazel eyes already on yours, his smile soft.

‘His eyes are so pretty, his teeth are so nice, I love his hair’

He looks away quickly, snapping out you and him out of your thoughts.

“I actually have to get to work.”

He quickly rises from his seat, picking up his mug.

“Oh okay, I’ll call you. Bye Steve!” You wave to him and give him a polite smile.

You watch him set his mug on the counter and walk out of the small cafe.

~

“Okay so the flowers have to be light pink and yellow, they cannot look neon, the cake also has to have light pink and yellow flowers.”

Vi rambles as you three walk into the venue James and Vi want. She gasps as she enters,

“Oh my God! It’s perfect!” Her hand goes to her heart, she looks around the venue with a gleam in her eyes.

You hear a voice behind you,

“Excuse me, are you two Vi and James?” You turn around and see Steve looking between them.

“What are you-“

“Walter Stuart!” Vi squeals.

Your mouth opens and closes, your mind racing with questions.

“Walter, this is my sister that’s a big fan!”

He reaches out a hand for you to shake, you look at his hand and scoff.

“I’m sorry? Do you guys know each other?”

“No, I just think it’s crazy how he’s the one who writes all these stories!”

“Yeah, I know. I get that a lot.” He flashes a wide grin.

Vi and James awkwardly laugh.

“Should we, uh, go talk with them?” James speaks up.

“Yes! Let’s go!” Vi wraps her arm around James’ and they walk further into the venue.

Their voices heard through the building as you and Steve stand where they left you.

Your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek.

“I think we should go with them..” Steve tries to get around you, but you blocked his way.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Your brows are furrowed, your face feels a bit hot, and your palms feel sweaty.

“I don’t know, didn’t think it was important to you until I spoke with your sister.”

“Not important? You lied!” You press a finger into his chest.

“Well,” He inhales a sharp breath through his teeth, looking over his shoulder.

“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you the whole truth.” He moves your hand from your chest.

“And if you don’t mind, I’m writing about your sister, not you.” He squints his eyes mockingly before walking to where Vi and James were.

You take a deep breath trying to compose yourself before you follow him.

a/n: hi everyone! i don’t really have anything to say, but i hope you enjoy-🍒<3

Chapter 3

For the past couple of weeks, you and Steve called each other, went out for coffee, and went for walks. Hanging out with Steve was fun and refreshing. It also helped keep your mind off Vi and James.

This morning Steve asked if you wanted to go on a stroll before to two go to work.

"So? How many weddings have you been in since meeting me?" He takes a sip of his, now what you've learned is his favorite, black coffee with three sugars, extra hot.

"I do around Five month, I want to say Eleven?" You turn your shoulders toward him, watching the morning sunlight shine through his hair, you notice how he has lighter strands of brown throughout his hair.

He shakes his hear and furrows his eyebrows, his lips open and close as he tries to form a sentence.

"Weddings are a joke."

"I still can't believe I haven't changed your mind, all I did was talk and talk about weddings, and all you say is, 'weddings are so incredibly boring and it's the same thing over and over, they're a waste of time and money.' " Mocking his voice and throwing your hands around just like how he would if he was complaining about something.

His lip curls up and one of his eyebrows are raised, most of his fingers on his coffee cup come off but his thumb and pointer as he raises his hands almost to ask a question with them.

"What?" You chuckle out.

"I do not sound like that! Also, what is this?" He asks throwing his hands around like you did when mocking him.

"It's how you talk with your hands! Maybe I was over exaggerating it a bit, but you do talk with your hands a lot."

"What else have you noticed about me?" He says through a smirk, adjusting his satchel further up his shoulder.

"Hm, let's see." You look away while thinking for a moment.

"Oh! When you're tired you get really pouty."

You watch his face contort, not believing a word you say. You turn and you're walking sideways, crossing your feet over the other.

"And when you get annoyed, you take your hands and rub your face."

"Okay, yeah. I do that." He rolls his eyes and chuckles.

You giggle and face forward.

For a few more blocks, you two were walking in a comfortable silence until he dropped you off in front of the building you work in.

"Do you want to get drinks later or do you have another wedding to attend?"

"Actually, I'm going out with a friend later this evening."

He looks to the left while squinting his eyes, your eyes trace his large nose and sharp jawline as sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, "Maybe next time then, just call me."

"Yeah, sure. See you, Steve." You wave to him as he walks away.

He flashes you a smile and raises a hand to say goodbye. You watched him walk down the block and when you couldn't see him anymore, you walked into work.

~

"Who's that guy who dropped you off today?" Ana asks as she mixes. her drink with the straw.

Emily gasps and gives you a smile, a face reading like she wants to know more.

"Oh, Steve? We're friends." You wave a dismissing hand.

"Is he cute?" Emily leans in.

You shrug your shoulders, "I mean, sure. But it's not like that."

"So you'd sleep with him."

You almost choke on your drink at how bold Ana was.

"How'd we come to that conclusion."

"I'm just saying, you're so stuck on James when you have the perfect guy right there." Ana smiles at you.

"She's right, why not give that a try." Emily suggests

"Okay, first of all, I'm not gonna get under a new man to get over one. and Steve," you sigh, "He's just not my type, he hates weddings. No, hates anything to do with love. This one time we passed by a couple just holding hands and he rolled his eyes. I mean he is cute, and I like his hair, and he's funny."

You look at the two girls sitting across from you, smiles on their faces as you talk.

"They do say opposites do attract." Emily wiggles her eyebrows.

"Whatever, hey, what happened to that guy you met at Ana's birthday?" You switch the conversation quickly.

"Such an asshole. Had a girlfriend the whole time."

"No way! What a fucking dick." You curl your lip in disgust.

You three continue to talk with another about work, Anas new workout class she's taking, and Emilys latest New York adventure. After a while, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look up and see James walking fast toward you.

"James? What are you doing here?"

His hands are shaky and his forehead is covered in sweat.

"Sorry, I overheard you guys say you'd be here at work today, but I need your help. It's Vi."

The feeling that something bad has happened to your sister fills your body, you grab your coat and purse and follow James out the restaurant.

"Did something happen to her? What's going on?"

"I'm proposing."

You stop in your tracks.

"What."

He turns to look at you, "I know it's kind of early to ask, but I really think she's the one. I just thought she'd like you to be there because you're her sister."

You look at him with wide eyes.

"That's- That's amazing James."

You slowly trail behind James, watching him walk fast like his nerves are controlling his movements. He opens the doors to the fancy restaurant and he smiles at you as you walk past him.

He stops as he talks to the waiters, finalizing the plan for when Vi walks in. His voice sounds like it fades out behind you as your eyes scan the restaurant, he rented this whole space for this special occasion. Her favorite flowers were placed everywhere around the room and the table cloths were her favorite color. It was her dream proposal.

You couldn't help but think what if someone was doing this for you, what if someone wanted to marry you. You squeeze your eyes together tightly, trying to push back those thoughts.

You hear his loafers hit against the wood floor behind you.

"What do you think? She told me this is how she's always pictured it."

"I-Its perfect, and yeah this is what she told me she wanted since we were teenagers. It's amazing." You stutter out.

"I was hoping I'd get your approval, you're like a pro at this wedding stuff."

You push out a chuckle, your stomach still feeling tight. You take a deep breath, the aroma of the flowers filling your nose. You let out a long sigh,

"She'll love it.” You swallow.

“Okay well, she’ll be here any moment, can you wait off to the side?”

“Yeah,” You walk quickly to the side of the restaurant where Vi wouldn’t see you when she walked in.

You watched as James got down on one knee and asked Vi the question. Your hands trembled at your sides and your eyes watered. You felt sick watching this sweet moment wishing you were the one getting engaged.

You congratulated them both, giving them hugs. Vi sticks out her hand and has you look at the ring.

“That’s mom’s ring.”

“I know! James said they gave it to him when we saw them last.” Her smile was huge, her eyes bright with excitement. Her cheeks are flushed and stained with tears.

That nausea you felt earlier comes back again. It has always been your dream for you to get engaged with your mother’s ring. Mom always said it could be yours when you’re older and you could give it to your daughter.

You swallow the remaining saliva in your mouth and open your mouth but pausing before saying,

“That’s wonderful, Vi. I’m really happy for you.”

Vi pulls you into a tight hug and says, “I know mom said you’d be the one to have it, but I hope you’re not mad that she gave it to me.”

You pull away but still hold on to her forearms.

“No, not at all, You’re getting married first! You deserve to have it.” You give her a smile.

You congratulate them both again before walking out of the restaurant. You take about ten steps before you let out quiet sobs.

You’re extremely happy for your sister, she deserves James, she deserves that sweet love you see in movies.

You jog up the stairs fast, open and shut your apartment door quickly. You look at the phone then back down to the floor. You breathe out though your nose quickly once and walk toward the phone.

You think about who to call. You can’t call Ana, she’s probably taking care of Emily who’s probably drunk. You can’t call Vi, because she’s probably banging James by now. The only person you could call…is Steve.

You listen to the phone ring a few times before he answers with a groggy, “Hello?”

“Steve?” You sound small, voice wobbly.

You hear his sheets rusting as he sits up.

He says your name. “What’s wrong? What happened?” His voice laced with concern.

“My sister got engaged…”

“When? Right now?”

You sniffle, “Yeah like a half hour ago?”

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know, I mean i’m happy for her, It’s just-just.” You sigh into the phone.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice soft.

“Yeah.” You toe off your shoes, kicking them to the door.

“Are you upset that she’s marrying James? Or are you upset that she’s the one that’s getting married first?” He asks.

“It’s not that she’s getting married first, Steve. Yes, it’s James. But it’s so much more than that, he proposed with our mom’s ring.”

“I-I’m not following?” You can picture his face right now. His eyes looking side to side as he shakes his head in confusion.

“It was promised to me when we were little and now Vi has it and I’ll probably never get to wear it now. Sorry, this is stupid. It’s a damn ring, I’m sorry for bothering you. Bye-“

“No! Don’t hang up, I’m coming over.”

“What? You don’t have too!” You wipe your nose with your sweater sleeve.

“I know I don’t have too, but you seem like you could use a hug and to talk it out…I’ll be there in 15.”

Steve shows up exactly fifteen minutes later with your favorite snack and your favorite movie on vhs.

“You remembered?”

“Yeah, you get this bright smile on your face when you talk about the things you love and I can’t forget knowing how to cheer you up.”

You feel the corners of your mouth rise up,

“Thank you, Steve. That’s really kind of you.”

“It’s whatever.” He shrugs and walks into your apartment and sits on the couch.

His hand smacks the cushion next to him, telling you to sit.

“Come on, let’s talk.”

So you did, you and Steve talked about how much this ring meant to you. You talked about the start of girls night, to the engagement, to your walk home. Steve even cracks some jokes every once in a while to cheer you up.

You yawn and look at the clock hanging on the wall.

“Shit, it’s 3 a.m.”

He looks at the clock the back to you.

“How? What? I guess we were having so much fun.”

You laugh and smile at him.

You walk him to the door,

“Thank you, Steve. You really know how to cheer someone up.”

“I’m glad you feel better, I’ll see you soon okay?” His eyes scan your face, looking for any sign of sadness, when he couldn’t find any, he smiled softly at you then started to walk away.

“Steve?”

He turned back around, you jog up to him and wrap your arms around is neck, pulling him into a hug. He’s taken aback, pausing before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I really appreciate it, Steve.”

“You’re welcome,” He says your name before you pull away, wishing him a goodnight.

He watches you step back into your apartment and shut the door,

a/n: hi here's chapter 2 of always a bridesmaid. sorry it wasn't put out sooner I haven't really been feeling the best lately and im trying to work through it, but I hope you enjoy this chapter. -🍒<3

Chapter 2

You were sitting at your slightly messy desk. You were turned around talking to Emily about how it's only been a few weeks and Vi is always out with James.

"If she comes home, she comes home so late. And when I'm off of work, she's with James. She came to visit me and we barely see each other!"

"Are you sure you're only upset she's not spending time with you or is it something else?" She nudges your chair with her foot.

"What do you mean?"

“Come on, you’re in love with James and now your sister is seeing him.”

“That’s not the reason.” You turn back around fingers scanning through the numbers you’ve written down to call back.

“Sure, you can keep telling yourself that.” Emily spins around in her chair.

“You’re so in love with him.”

“Can you keep it down.” You whisper. A silences fills the room before you turn back around to face her. She looks over her shoulder with a smirk on her face.

“Okay, fine. It may be a factor to why I’m upset." You pause, "Why him though. It could be anyone else!”

“Who are you guys talking about?”James interrupts and leans against the door frame.

You look at him wide eyed.

“Uh. A bride I worked for last week, her husband was a total asshole.” You quickly spit out a fib.

“Oh...that sucks, anyways, did you pick up the gift for Ana's birthday at Folgers tonight?"

"Yeah I did, and I made sure it was the right color and everything." You reassured James.

"You're the best." His hands pressed together in a pleading position.

You smile at him, “Yeah, it's no problem.”

His hands drum a short pattern on the door frame before walking away.

"Oh my God." Her voice laced with disgust.

"What?"

"You're like drooling." Em spins her chair around.

You roll your eyes and ignore her.

~

You're leaning against the wall at Folgers watching your coworkers talk amongst themselves. Your attention was grabbed by opening doors. You watch as your sister and James walk in. His hand is on her back, guiding her through the crowded space. You sigh and take a big gulp of your drink.

Emily walks up to you with her eyes on Vi and James.

"Did you know she was coming?" She stirs her drink.

You shake her head while watching James introduce Vi to everyone. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

"I'm really sorry." Emily rubs your shoulder.

"It just sucks, and I feel really bad for being upset over it."

You glance back at them smiling at each other.

"You're allowed to be upset."

"Yeah, I know."

Vi notices you and excuses herself from the conversation. Her smile is big as she approaches you and Em.

"Hey, I didn't see you when I walked in! Hey Em!" She hugs you and Emily.

"James told me this was going to be a small get together, why is half the city in this small bar." Her head whips around as she looks around the room.

"Once Ana knew she was having a party she invited a few more people...then those people invited more people." Emily says then takes a sip of her drink, her eyes scan the room until they land on a man who's exactly her type.

"Excuse me, I'll be over there." She points one finger at a gentleman alone at a table. Emily walks over to the man and strikes up a conversation.

"How is it going between you and James? It's getting serious quite fast huh?" You ask.

Her eyes are on James, they're smiling at each other. After a second, he waves her over.

"What? Oh, yeah. We're getting to know each other pretty quick, sorry do you think we can talk another time? Maybe we can get breakfast or maybe even lunch one day?" She says while walking backward.

"Yeah, sure. Just let me know when you're free." Your hands grip the sides of your dress.

You finish your drink, walk over to Ana, and wish her a happy birthday before grabbing your coat and bag and walking out of the bar.

On the walk back to your place, you walk past a busy dive bar. A group of men stumble out of the doorway in front of you. You notice a familiar figure is in the middle of them.

"Steve?" Your eyebrows furrow.

He turns around, the top buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and his hair is bit messy. His face a bit flushed and a few beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" He's slightly tipsy.

"I was just walking home and then you guys stumbled out."

"Wow, sounds like fate." One of his buddies, way more intoxicated than him mumbles out.

"Ignore him, he can't hold his liquor." Steve waves his hand up.

"You should totally come to the next bar with us." His other friend suggests.

You give him a polite smile and shake your head no.

"Sorry, I'm going to have to pass on that offer."

"Let me walk you home." Steve says, a bit fast and he hopes it goes unnoticed.

"Are you sure? I don't want to strip you away from your weekend fun." Your gaze shifts to his friends who are now trying to balance themselves on the curb.

"It's late and you shouldn't be walking alone at this time and they can handle themselves."

You chuckle and start walking toward your apartment.

"Date or out with friends?" Steve asks, his hands in his pocket.

"A friend's birthday, I left early though." You wrap your coat around you.

"Boring?"

"No," You look at him. "The guy that I'm in love with brought the girl he's seeing. Which so happens to be my sister, and he's my boss." You sigh.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I'd leave too." He lets out an awkward chuckle. You look away, blinking back tears that are forming in your eyes.

"Sorry, this is stupid."

"It's not, I completely understand."

"I just had to leave, I didn't want to see it."

You walk slowly, eyes on your feet each step you take. You bite the inside of your cheek. Steve’s steps slow down and you notice he’s not next to you anymore and you turn around to face him.

“Why’d you stop?” Your eyebrows furrow. Watching the wind blow through his half styled hair. You fix your purse that sliding down your arm.

“Come with me.” He turns around walking the other direction.

“Wait, where?” Your heels clicking against the concrete as you jog up to him.

“I don’t want you to be alone and all sad in your apartment with those sad thoughts, so we’re gonna walk and you can just talk about whatever you're feeling.”

“Awe, maybe you aren’t as cold as you make yourself seem.”

He rolls his eyes and chuckles.

You and Steve walk around the city as you talk about when you first started developing feelings for James and talked about what you liked about him.

“You know we haven’t sat down to have a conversation longer than 20 minutes! And she still hasn’t seen our parents yet.”

His eyes go wide and his eyebrows shoot up.

“I know, isn’t that insane!”

You sigh and keep walking.

“I’m sorry, I’m just really frustrated and upset about this whole situation and now I feel bad that i’m talking about my sister in this way. I know she doesn’t mean any harm. She doesn't know…and I don’t blame her for wanting to spend time with him.”

You squeeze your eyes together for a moment and Steve can sense that you don’t really want to talk about this subject anymore. He eases the conversation to a different topic so easily before you could realize you guys were talking about something else.

He talks to you about his life before he moved to the city, he talks about how he got into writing, he mentions his early high school papers and how bad they were. How he worked so hard to improve them.

“I still don’t know how I passed sophomore english.” He says while smiling, showing his teeth.

You both turn on the street where you live.

“Did you always want to work in the wedding industry?” He asks.

“Yeah, ever since I was little. I still remember the first time I fell in love with weddings. My cousin was getting married. Her husband was crying and kept telling her how beautiful she was during the ceremony.” You smile down at your feet. You can feel his eyes on you as you walk up to your porch steps.

You stop on the bottom step and turn toward Steve.

"Here you are." His hands slide into his pockets.

"Thank you, Steve. I really appreciate you talking with me and walking me home."

His shoulders shrug, "Nah, don't worry about it." He brushes it off like it was no big deal.

You smile at him, "Have a good night." You walk up the steps and before you open the door, you hear Steve's voice,

"You too."

~

The next couple of days were quiet. You went to work, did a couple of weddings, and came come.

You were laying on the couch eating your favorite snack when you heard the phone ring. You walk toward the phone leaning against the wall.

"Hello?" Muffed by the sound of the chewed up snack in your mouth.

"Hey! It's Vi!"

You quickly swallow what's in your mouth and stand up straight

"Oh hey Vi! What's up?"

"Umm, I was wondering if you'd like to get lunch in 30?" She asks.

"Yeah! Sure. Where are you thinking?"

"Charlie's, I've been craving it since I got here."

"Yeah, that sounds good! I'll see you there okay?"

"Yay! Okay, I'll see you soon!" Her bubbly coming through the phone.

You go to your room to change out of your pajamas, you walk past the dress you're wearing for wedding you were in tonight. You put on jeans and a sweater, nothing fancy, just something comfortable.

Charlie's was just down the block so you didn't have to rush. The excitement of finally getting the chance to hang with your sister flows through your body.

You see Vi sitting at the table you two sat at when you were teenagers. It was the table next to the window that wraps around the corner. You sit down across from her and noticed that she ordered your favorite meal for you.

"Hey! I'm so glad we're doing this. I feel like we haven't seen or spoke." You set your bag on the seat next to you.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. That's so on me, but I wanted to catch up with you. How's work?" Vi asks you, leaning towards you.

"It's...going. I mean it's the same old, same old."

"I'm glad you still love doing it, It makes me happy knowing you're doing what you love."

"Oh, thank you, Vi. That means a lot to me. How's it going with you?"

"It's been great actually, I took James to meet mom and dad."

Your eyes go wide for a split second and you start to fidget with your hands under the table.

"So you two are getting serious. What's gonna happen when you leave?"

Vi pauses for a moment,

"I'm moving in with James." Her smile is bright.

Your eyebrows shoot up, you feel your throat tighten as you try and swallow your saliva. Your stomach twists and turns.

"That's..." Your eyes blink rapidly "That's amazing, I'm really happy for you." Your fingers start to play with the loose threat on the sleeve of your sweater.

"Thank you, I hope it's not awkward that I'm like with your boss." She giggles out.

You two finish your food and Vi excuses herself to use the bathroom. You slump against the seat and look up from your empty plate and see Steve looking right at you. He slides out of the booth and sits in the chair Vi was sitting in.

"That your sister?" His elbows rest against the table. You press your lips together and nod.

"Steve, they're moving in with another." You sit up straight.

"It's over for me, I have nothing." You rest your head on the table then quickly lift it back up.

"That was so dramatic." You say.

"I was about to say the same thing." His fingers play with a clan napkin on the table.

"I heard he also met your parents?" He leans over the table.

"Dude. How long were you there?"

"The whole time."

"And I didn't see you?" Your eyes look left and right with confusion written on your face.

"I guess I'm hard to miss."

"With a face like that? No way, too handsome to miss."

"So you think I'm handsome?" His lips turn into that smirk you've seen plenty of times.

"Don't let that get to your head, buddy." Your back hits the back of the chair and you cross your arms.

"Too late, I'm a stud and everyone thinks so too." He pretends to smooth his hair back.

You let out a giggle and shake your head. He shoulders shake as he lets out a chuckle. Your eyes. stare into each others for a small moment before he speaks,

"Um, I gotta get back to work, but I'll see you around? Maybe we could get coffee." He stands up from the chair and grabs his satchel from the booth he was sitting at.

"Yea, sure! Just call me." You give him a polite smile. You watch as he walks out of the restaurant.

Vi comes back and rubs her hands on her jeans.

"I wish I could stay longer and talk, but I totally I forgot me and James have plans."

"Oh, that's fine. I had to leave soon anyway, I have a wedding tonight."

"Bye, I'll call you soon. This was really nice."

She leans down to hug you quickly. You thank her for paying. She walks out of the restaurant, as she passes the wrap around window, she blows you a kiss and waves goodbye. You give her a small smile before collecting your things and slowly walk back home.

This is probably the slowest you've taken to get ready for a wedding, You weren't in any rush since you started getting ready a hours early.

You were trying to process the emotions you felt at lunch today. You almost cried while doing your hair, you were angry while doing your makeup, then felt guilty while putting on your shoes.

a/n: hi everyone... I recently found out writing brings me a bit of joy and comfort.i’m currently working on chapter 2 of my new series ‘always a bridesmaid’ and that brings me a lot of happiness but I just wanted to write this quick story because Im feeling a bit down right now. i didn’t edit this sorry for the mistakes anyways I hope you enjoy -🍒<3

You remember Steves face when you both came to the conclusion that you two should break up. You remember him wiping his hands on his jeans, not. knowing what to do with himself. You remember turning away from you and walking out the door of your bedroom.

"Ste-" You try to call out for him, but the door just closes. You hear his feet walk down your hallway, you hear your front door open and close.

You stand in the middle of the room, mouth slightly agape.

You didn't even realize tears were streaming down your face until you turned and saw your reflection in your mirror. You turned back and stared at your door for a few moments hoping Steve would walk back in and just hold you.

After a few moments, you came to terms with the fact that he's not coming back. You run to your bed and sob into your pillow. You cried for hours until nothing came out. Your eyes

It's been a few days since you last Steve, or anyone really. You'll get a call from Robin or Nancy asking if you needed anything, they told you the kids were all worried about you. You told them you wherein and just needed space. You didn't really go out either, you were scared of running into Steve. So you've just been hanging out at home and only running out for necessities like groceries.

You were laying in bed flipping through a scrapbook Steve made for you for your four months. You remember him coming into your apartment late in the night with flowers and the gift bag. He was wearing your favorite sweatshirt of his and sweatpants.

He told you he couldn't wait to give it to you a few hours from then so he drove to your house to give it to you then. You loved the look of excitement on his face when you went through the pictures the kids, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan took of the both of you.

A sharp knock on your door interrupts your thoughts. You wipe your tears and get up from your bed slowly walking to your front door.

You open it and see Robin with her hand up like she's going to knock again.

"Hey," She says your name and steps inside your apartment.

"Hi, Rob." You wipe your nose with the sleeve of yours, no Steve's sweater.

"I came to see how you were doing. We all miss you." Her eyes laced with concern.

"I'm alright. I miss you guys too."

"Um, there's a hangout at the Wheelers later, if you want to come...I don't know if Steve will come, but there is a chance. I just thought it would be good for you to get out of the house and talk to us for a bit.." She steps closer to you, her eyes a bit hopeful you'll come.

"I don't know. Maybe." You look away from her.

"Yeah, no I get it. Totally up to you." She gives you a tight lipped smile.

"Thank you for understanding." You give her a slight smile.

You say goodbye to her and make your way back to your room.

You thought about going to the Wheelers for about an hour before deciding maybe it'll be good to see everyone.

You took a shower and put on a comfortable outfit. Before you left, you ran back inside and grabbed Steves sweatshirt.

You're sitting on the couch talking with Max and El when you hear the basement door open and watch Steve walk down the stairs. Your eyes meet and he seems a bit surprised you're here. His eyes dart down to the sweater of his your wearing for a moment before Dustin drags him to the other side of the room.

Your throat felt tight and your cheeks started burning. Watching Steve laug and act like every thing's fine made you feel sick. You excuse yourself and run up the stairs.

Hot tears are streaming down your face, your stomach twisting and turning. You could barely open your car door. Your hands were shaking and you couldn't tell if your vision was blurry from tears or the slight panic rushing through your body.

You sat in your car, palms pressing into your eyes trying to stop your tears. You hear your the passenger door open and close. You pull your hands away to see Steve looking back at you. You sniffle before saying,

"Steve, go...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have came-'

"Do you remember when we went to Jonathan's and helped him and Nancy with that Demo?"

You looked at him with confusion.

"Do you remember how it scratched your leg?" He continues.

You nodded wiping the tears that are still streaming down your face.

"I was so worried about you, I wanted to go into the hospital room with you while you were getting stitches, but they wouldn't let me. I was pacing back and forth in the lobby until Nancy told me to sit down."

You look at him as he continues rambling. His eyes are glossy with tears threatening to spill over.

"Do you remember when you patched me up after Hargrove beat the shit out of me? I never told you this, but I said I love you that night. And you just told me I was delirious and I didn't know what I was talking about, but I did. And I meant it. I didn't say it again because I didn't know if you loved me back."

His tears now falling down his face but he doesn't wipe them.

"Steve, do you remember when you got taken by the Russians, I was so scared, I really thought you were gone and I was scared shitless when I was with Dustin and Erica and when I saw you after you told me 'I coul-' "

"Couldn't leave my girl". He finishes the sentence and you both let out a wet chuckle.

He says your name, "I'm not okay without you. I love you so much and I don't know what to do with myself. You're not around and It feels like I lost a part of myself. I lost my person..." His voice cracks and goes to wipe his tears.

Before he could you lean over the center console and hug him tightly. He sobs into the crook of your neck.

"I miss you, Steve. So much." Your voice wobbly.

He pulls away and wipes your tears and you reciprocate the action.

"I miss you too..."

He leans his forehead against yours, the sounds of both of your sniffles fill your small car. One of his hands find yours and interlocks your fingers.

You lean in and he meets your lips halfway. His soft lips moving against yours, tasting like his strawberry chapstick and salt from his tears. You both pull away, foreheads pressed together again.

He lets out a soft laugh and gives you a quick peck.

"I love you so much," he whispers your name.

a/n: hello everyone and welcome to the first chapter of 'always a bridesmaid'! i got this idea while thinking of 27 dresses, its one of my favorite movies and i was thinking of Steve Harrington (oops he's always on my mind). so i decided to write a short series inspired by the film. this is my first time writing a series and i’m extremely nervous but also excited! also im still trying to make my chapters long, so i apologize if they're short :( and im sorry if there are any mistakes. but i do hope you enjoy and thank you so much for reading, i really do appreciate it. -🍒<3

this is for my sweet baby, I love you so so much <3

Chapter 1

The loud horns and voices of New York City are heard from the opened window, letting in a cool breeze into your small bedroom.

"Hey, can you zip me up!" You shout to your friend Emily, who's sitting on your couch, drinking the wine a bride gave you as a thank you gift that you haven't drank yet.

You hear the couch shifting as she gets up, her sock covered feet drag to your room. You flinch as her fingers cold from the chilled wine bottle accidentally touch your back. You walk in front of your mirror, the ruffled pink midi dress with puffy sleeves staring back at you.

"It's better than last weeks." She says.

"It's so..." You pause trying to find the right words without using insulting words.

"Ugly?" Emily finishes your sentence.

You clench your teeth, "Yeah." You say through them.

"At least it's not like the Johnsons wedding. Those were awful! I just can't wrap my head around neon orange for a wedding." She flops back onto your couch.

You walk out of your room with your heels in your hand taking a seat next to her.

"I wish you were coming with me, I have no one to talk too!" You lead down to put your shoe on

"James said you'd fit into this wedding more than me," She put her feet on the ottoman.

"besides, I don't even think I can do another wedding." She rubs her eyes then runs her fingers through her hair. You stand up and look at her.

"I can," You smile, stepping over her feet looking in the mirror in your hallway, fixing your hair.

"They're my favorite thing ever. Lovers wanting to be together forever. I love it!" You smile, feeling a rush of excitement.

Emily looks at you over the couch, squinting and shaking her head.

"I don't understand you sometimes."

You roll your eyes and open the door, "Bye Em, I'll see you tomorrow!"

You walk out of your apartment building and hail a taxi to take you to the wedding venue.

~

The reception wasn't really much of the party scene you usually see at the weddings you've been too. The speeches, first dance, and bouquet toss was already done. The music loud enough the feel it under your feet. Most people are chatting around tables, except for the drunk uncles who are taking up the dance floor.

You lean against the bar, sipping your vodka cranberry you ordered a few moments ago.

"Bride or groom?" You hear a voice next to you.

A musky vanilla sent takes up the space around you. You look to the side of you to see a tall man with brown full hair styled with a strand falling over his face, his jawline chiseled, and has a sharp nose. His musky vanilla cologne enters your nose.

"Uh, the bride." You set down your drink.

He nods. "Sorry for asking, but why aren't you mingling and talking with anyone." He rests his elbows against the bar top.

"Uh I don't really know anyone here. And I'm talking to you aren't I?"

He orders a drink, whiskey on the rocks. You watch as he takes a swig of the smokey tasting alcohol. He sets the glass onto the napkin the bartender gave his drink on.

"I guess that's true," He pauses, "Sorry I thought you knew the bride?" His brows furrow and he takes a sip of his drink.

You take a sip of your drink before speaking, "She hired me."

He raises an eyebrow, "Hired?"

"People can pay me to be a bridesmaid, the brides cousin got sick and didn't want the wedding party to look uneven, So yesterday she called and asked if anyone could fit in the dress, I could, so now I'm here." You take another sip of your now water downed drink.

"Do you like weddings?" He asks.

You turn your body fully towards him. "I love weddings!”

You watch his eyebrows furrow and his lips contort into disgust .

“You don't like weddings?" Your eyebrows shot up, looking at him in disbelief.

"Not all all. I think they're a waste of money and everyone sets these high expectations for them then get disappointed when it doesn't turn out the way they wanted them too." He expresses while gesturing his hands.

"You should've talked to me sooner! I promise you I could change your mind about weddings." You point at him.

"No one ever can change my mind about them." He smirks at you.

"I have a wedding in a couple days, I have a plus one. You should totally come with me!" You smile up at him, trying to convince him.

"You don't even know my name and you're asking me to be your date to a wedding?" He teases.

You introduce yourself, holding out your hand for him to shake. He looks down at your hand then looks back at your eyes.

"I'm Steve." He shakes your hand.

"Now that we're not strangers, will you be my plus one to the wedding?”

His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, pretending to think for a moment.

"I guess I'll go with you. You promise you'll make it fun? If not I'll have to reach out to your boss and complain about you." He nudges your shoulder.

"Great! Now, Steve, give me your number." You reach into your bag and pull out your planner and a pen. You open up the planner and Steves eye go wide.

"Holy shit, how many weddings do you do." He grabs your planner looking at the marked weeks.

"About four a month? And not all of it are weddings. I mark all of my events in here." You snatch your planner back.

He scoffs, "Why don't you use a normal calendar like everyone else?"

"It's easier to have it on me." You look at him, giving him a tight lipped smile and click your pen. "Number?"

He clears his throat and leans in closer, "867-5309" He leans back.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, Jenny." You roll your eyes and bite the inside of your cheek trying not to crack a smile.

You hear him chuckle from beside you. You look up to see his perfectly straight teeth as he smiles.

"Okay, okay fine." He gives you his number and you tell him you'll call him tomorrow before walking out of the venue.

You get home, heels in your hand. You walk over to the couch and see Emily deep in sleep. you chuckle to yourself then walk to your bedroom.

After your shower, you lay in bed with your favorite part of the newspaper, vows. This has become a weekly routine since you were little.

You read the article by your favorite writer.

Walter Stuart.

~

Steve swiftly walks through the busy office, the sounds of many printers and keyboards fill the room.

He opens the door harshly to his bosses office.

He hold his hands out in front of him dramatically.

"Nance. I have a story."

She looks up from the papers on his desk.

"Harrington, if this is another story like the one on what hotdog stand in Central Park is the best, I don't want it." She looks back at her desk.

"No! Not at all. I met this woman last night who works at a company where they "rent" her out to be a bridesmaid, and she's done like a whole bunch of weddings."

She looks up from the papers once again and sits back in her chair. She looks at him while fixing the sleeves of her cardigan.

"Okay, fine. As long as this doesn't affect your wedding stories." She gets up from her desk

"It won't, I promise.”

He rubs his hands on his pants, “Also, I told you to call me Walter Stuart here." He says quietly.

"Sorry, habit." She shrugs before opening the door to her office and walks out, her permed curls bouncing as she walks away.

Steve walks quickly out of her office and sits at his desk so fast the papers setting on top of it move with the wind he created. He grabs his pen and gets to work right away.

~

You walk back to your apartment after work. You close your door, toe off your shoes, and toss your keys in the little pink bowl by your front door.

Walking toward the couch, you spot the phone hanging on the wall toward the left. The reminder of calling Steve pops into your mind, you grab your planner, flipping through the pages until you spot the series of numbers you jotted down last night.

The phone rings a couple of times before a loud voice comes through the other end.

"Hi is this Steve? its the girl you met at the Harrisons wedding last night."

"Oh, It is Steve. Hey, how are you?" His tone shifts to something more friendly rather than professional.

"I'm good! Just wondering if you're still down to come to the wedding with tomorrow?" You ask, playing with the curled chord that's connected to the phone.

He pulls a sharp breath between his teeth, making a sound like he's wincing.

"How do I know you're not lying about making it fun?"

"Okay first, I never said I'd make it fun, I said I could change your mind about weddings. But if you want fun, I'm the life of the party."

"Oh says the girl who was sitting at the bar for half the reception last night."

"That playlist was god awful!"

He chuckles on the other end, "Okay, I'll give you that one." He lets out a sigh, "Yes, I'll come to the wedding."

"Great! Don't wear something like you wore yesterday, this one is a bit fancier."

"I'll have to go last minute shopping then, come with me?"

"I have to pick up my sister from the airport tomorrow morning, I can't. you don't have a black suit you can wear?"

"None that fit me."

"Oh my god, write this down." You say a phone number into the phone, "That's a tux rental place, go first thing in the morning and they should have a tux for you."

"You're a pro at this wedding stuff huh?" It's like you can hear the smirk.

"It all comes with the job. Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow afternoon to check up on you."

You say you goodbyes place the phone down, hearing a soft click.

~

The cold airport air hits your face as you walk through the sliding doors. Before you could process anything, you feel a force hit you.

"Oh my God! I missed you so much." Her arms tightly squeeze around your body."

You let out a small laugh, "I misses you too, vi." You hug her back.

She leans away from you, her hands grip your shoulders. She gasps,

"Can we go get those croissants we love?"

"Yes! Of course." You grab her bags and start to walk out of the airport asking her how her flight was, making the usual small convo you would with anyone else.

Vi sits across from you at the bakery, eating the huge chocolate croissant.

"So, how was South America?" You sip your latte.

She quickly swallows the mouthful of pastry.

"It was so much fun, you need to go one day, you'll love it. I met this photographer while I was there, he told me to give him a call when I go back. I might be a model! Can you believe that!"

"That's amazing!" You set down your drink and look up at the line.

Your stomach instantly flutters at the sight. Your boss, James, right at there. God he's so handsome, you could just melt in your seat. Vi pauses and looks at you.

"What's wrong?" Her eyebrows furrow in concern.

"That's my boss." You whisper.

"Oh." She turns around then looks back at you with a smile, "He's kinda cute. Is he single?" She whispers.

Your eyes go wide, and you pause. Shit. You thought.

"Mhm." You nod.

James grins as he spots the both of you and walks over to the table.

"Hey! I didn't know you liked this cafe!" He says to you.

"I don't come often, It's my sister's favorite place though." You gesture to your sister before introducing them to each other. You watch them talk before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

You wash your hands in the sink with cold water, hoping this is a dream. Your sister can't get with your boss that you're in love with. The pit in your stomach only getting worse at the thought of them giggling to each other out there. You look in the mirror take a deep breath trying to clam yourself down before walking back out. You notice James is gone and that tingling feeling you. felt in your body before subsides

"Where'd James go?" You say before sitting back down in the chair.

"He said he had to go get his dog from the groomers. He gave me his number before he left though!"

"Oh that's nice." You say feeling that familiar feeling in your stomach rises again.

"So tell me about James." Vi rests her elbows on the table and puts her face in her hands, giving you her full undivided attention.

Vi decides she wants to do some shopping alone after getting back to your apartment from the cafe. You tell her to have fun and that you'll probably won't be here when she comes back, so you tell her you have a spare key underneath the welcome mat.

You hear the door shut and flop down on your couch trying not to. overthink the exchange between your sister and James today.

~

The wedding ceremony was beautiful like always. Your eyes watching the bride and groom, though time from time your eyes glance to over Steve in the pews, his face trying to hide his boredom.

Now the reception is in full swing, you're dancing. You look over and see Steve in a corner. You run up to him,

"Dude this is why you. don't have fun any weddings, you literally sit in the corner." You scold. You grab his arm and drag him to the dance floor.

He starts to sway.

"There you go!"

After a bit of dancing, you and Steve get a drink and sit down at a table.

"Are you having fun yet?" You ask.

"Eh, I could be drunker." He takes a sip of his drink.

"Come on! I saw you dancing with the brides sister, you looked like you were having fun them." You wink at him.

He shrugs his shoulders, "Yeah, I was faking it." He looks away.

"Steve, I saw you at the ceremony today, you're really bad at faking your emotions." You lean in closer to him.

"You should get her number." You take a sip of her drink.

He shakes his head. and sets his drink onto the white table cloth.

"No, it was just for fun."

"So you an admit you're having fun." You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head toward him.

"Fine, I was having a bit of fun."

You let out a short loud cackle.

"I knew it!"

He smiles while slouching in his chair.

The wedding was starting to die down and you and Steve decided to part ways.

Walking into your apartment, you notice a note on the counter of your kitchen. In Vi's hand writing it says that she went out with James and probably won't be back until tomorrow afternoon and not to worry.

You sigh while crumbling up the piece of paper then throwing it away.

You took a long and extremely hot shower. When you finish your after shower routine you hear the front door open and close. You walk out to see Vi, tiptoeing further into the apartment.

"Hey," You take the towel off your head

"Hey! I didn't know if you were up or not, but I had the best night with James. I went to his house and he cooked. He's so sweet."

You listen to her talk about her night with James feeling your stomach twist and turn.

You smile at her, trying to hide your expression. You didn't hide it well because Vi asked you what's wrong.

"I think ate something bad at the wedding and I'm just a bit tired." You try to come up with excuses.

"You should get some rest, we can talk about this later!" Her faced laced with concern.

"Yeah, alright. See you in the morning." You walk back into you room and get into your bed.

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

warnings: reader has curly hair, fluff, kissing

a/n: this is just a cute short little blurb I thought of because I have curly hair lol! not edited. I hope you enjoyyyy

Steve loves every part of you. Your kindness, your smile, your patience. He could go on and on about how beautiful you are. He especially loves your curly hair.

His favorite thing was having you sit between his legs pulling a ringlet down, letting it go, and watching it bounce up. He’d do it any chance he could. He'd constantly tell you how much he loves your curls.

Once you straighten it and he looked like you kicked his puppy. He spent all night talking about how beautiful no matter what hairstyle you had, but he fell in love with your most authentic self. You laughed at him and told him you were just trying different things and not to worry.

You walk into your room after your shower and find Steve was laying in same position he was before. He hand one arm tucked behind his head, his legs spread. You pull the towel off your head as you sat at your vanity. You can see him looking at you through the mirror. Your face feeling warm from his smirk.

"Yes?"

“Can I do your hair?”

You look over your shoulder, mouth a bit agape, eyebrows furrowed.

"You want to do my hair?" You say in disbelief.

“Yeah! I've seen you do it billions of times, I know your routine like the back of my hand.." He sits up against your bead frame.

You're about to say no, but then remember how he is with his own hair. He's puts in a lot of effort into his own look, and definitely knows how to do hair. You jerk your head, beckoning him over.

He hops off your bed, his socked feet jogging to you. He stands behind you. His hands grabbing your brush. He starts brushing your hair from the bottom up.

You look at him through the mirror, smiling at his concentration, the crease between his eyebrows and his tongue pushing on the inside of his cheek. Your cheeks flush, your eyes dart down to where your short robe meets your thighs, your fingers playing with the hem.

He's being so soft and gentle with you. He's taking his time to learn how to take care of your curls, you smile to yourself thinking about how sweet he is. He's truly the best boyfriend ever.

Once he's done brushing your hair, he parts your hair in its usual deep side part.

You see his hand reach over your shoulder to grab the mouse. The you can hear the hiss of the can from behind you. He tilts your head back and scrunches your hair in his hands.

He now grabs your hair dryer from the other side of your vanity and turns it on then blow dries your hair until it is dry. He takes the can of hairspray and sprays your hair while simoustanly shaking your roots for that extra volume.

He puts the can down and looks at you.

"I did good, huh?" He smirks at you.

You roll your eyes, knowing if you said yes you'd give him an ego boost.

"Come on baby, admit it. I did amazing." He leans down and kisses your shoulder where your robe slid down.

You bite your lip, fighting back a smile. His lips move up your shoulder. He pushes your hair out the way to kiss your neck. He presses a few open mouth kisses just below your ear. His hands move to your hips, running them up to your waist.

"You did great, Stevie."

He kisses your lips soft and lovingly while squeezing your waist.

After a moment he pulls away to stand straight up.

"Thank you, I'm really proud of you." You smile up at him.

He grins, his perfect straight teeth showing. His cheeks flushing pink.

warnings: smut. fluff. kissing. sleepy and horny Steve. squirting

a/n: hi! this is dedicated to my kfc bucket. (I love you my poopoo bear always and forever <3) anyways this isn't edited sorry... also first time writing squirting so my apologies if its not good nor accurate :(, but I hope you all enjoy.

warnings: weed. smut. oral sex (m receiving). unprotected sex

a/n: barely edited sorry if it’s poopoo butt (😭?) i gave up with titles lmaooo but thank you for reading! i hope you enjoy!

“I don’t know, she just doesn’t seem like the type I’d usually go for.” You hear Steve say close the refrigerator door.

“Maybe you should try new things. What if she’s the girl of your dreams?” You say from your spot the couch, taking a drag of the joint he rolled.

He shuffles his feet into the living room and shrugs.

“She was talking about going away for college and I don’t really what to do all that long distance stuff.” He puts your drinks on the table and sits next to you.

You nod passing him the joint.

“I see,” You lay down and put your head in his lap.

He blows out the smoke then chuckles. “I don’t know, I think I should give up on this whole love thing.” He sets the joint into the ash try.

“Okay, it’s just one girl. There’s plenty out there that want you. I’m sure of it.”

“Whatever. At this point, I just want to get laid.” He sighs rolls his eyes.

“I get it.” You look back at the tv, watching whatever movie he put on. You weren’t paying attention to what was happening on the screen at all. The sex talk you had with Steve mixed with smoking had many ideas flowing through your head.

After a while, you and Steve start to feel the effects in your system. You sit up leaning in the opposite end of the couch.

“Steve?” You put your legs in his lap.

“Hm?” He looks over.

“What if,” You pause. He lifts and eyebrow.

“What if we messed around? It doesn’t have to be serious.” Both of his eyebrows shoot up and you instantly regret bringing it up.

“Or not..it was just an idea since you said you wanted sex-“

“Sure.” He cuts you off. You look at him with your mouth slightly open.

“Let’s do it.” He shrugs.

“Okay.” You continue to sit with your legs in his lap while watching the movie. His touches your thigh softly, testing the waters. You don’t know if it was the effects of the weed, but you were feeling bold.

You move your foot, rubbing at his growing erection. He inhales a sharp breath while bucking up his groin to your foot.

“Shit.” He whispers, throwing his head back. After a moment of rubbing him through his jeans you sit up and swing your leg over his lap now straddling him.

His eyes glance from your lips to your eyes. His hands find the sides of your thighs. The heat between your bodies each second. You feel his aching cock poke your pussy through the layers of fabric.

You lean down meeting his lips in a kiss. You pull back just a tad before he chases your lips. His soft lips moving in sync with yours. Your hips roll against his, creating friction between your bodies. His cock sliding up and down your cunt, pressing the fabric into your clit.

You moan into his mouth as his hands make their way onto your waist. He groan at a slow roll of your hips. Your hands slide underneath his shirt, finding the patch of hair leading into his pants. He swears he could cum in his pants right now. You lift off his shirt over his head. His belly folding over the top of his low sitting pants.

“Steve?” You whisper, pressing your forehead against his. He hums. You continue to rock your hips against his.

“Can I,” you pause looking down. “Can I suck your dick?”

He squeezes your waist. Letting out a long sigh.

“God, yeah.”

You move from his lap between his legs in the floor. He’s slouched against the couch and his thighs are spread. Your hands slowly travel up this thighs, sending shivers through his body. His dick twitching in his pants. Your hands find the buckle of his belt and undo it clumsily. You sit back on your feet when Steve stops your hands to pull down his pants just below his thighs.

His large hairy thighs infront of you make you think about how good they would feel against your cunt and you hump them. You look at the tent his cock made in his boxers. His dick twitching with every slight touch you give. You sit back up on your knees, taking your hand and stroking him through his boxers.

He takes a long inhale through his nose. You look up at him, eyes through your lashes.

“Are you sure?” He asks looking down at you. You stand up between his legs and kiss him.

“I’m sure.” You whisper against his lips. You slowly trail kisses down his neck, chest, and abdomen. You pull down his plaid boxer shorts and watch his big cock slap against his mole covered stomach. His tip red and leaking.

You lick your hand then grip the base of his cock and stroke him to the tip. He throws his head back, hitting the wall behind him. He lets out a breathy chuckle. You sit up on your knees leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock.

you swirl your tongue around the tip, then licking the precum that’s leaking. You take him in your mouth, feeling the weight of his girthy cock on your tongue.

“Fuck.” He chuckles out.

You relax your throat, taking him deeper. His blunt tip touching the back of your throat. You pull up, at the same time sucking. He grabs your hair, holding it up in a ponytail. You slide back up, your tongue feeling every vein. You slide back down.

“Yeah, just like that.” He whispers while looking down at you. Your hands reach up cupping his balls. He squeezes his eyes shut, dick twitching in your mouth. He pushes your head down, you gag on his cock, your hands going to his thighs and gripping them.

“Fuck, baby. Gag on it.” He pushes down again, cock blocking your airway.

He bucks his hips into your mouth.

you pull back, a string of saliva connected his cock to your mouth. You wipe the corners of your mouth and look up at him. His eyes are on you, chest moving up and down. You lock eyes with him and you lick the underside of his cock just below his tip.

His grip on the couch cushion get tighter, knuckles turning white. High pitched whimpers escape his mouth. Your legs push hardly together from his pretty sounds, feeling your wet panties stick to your cunt

You go back to sucking on his cock, moving faster. Spit gathering at the base of his shaft. You take a hand and wrap it around the base of his cock, following your mouth.

“Yes, just like that..” He whimpers.

Your knees burning from rubbing against the carpet. Your cheeks and jaw aching. You slow your movements.

Waves of pleasure sending through his body as he cums. He moans, buckling his hips into your mouth as his white ropes shoot the back of your throat. You pull off his dick swallowing every drop of his seed.

His chest moving with every deep breath he takes. His body coming down from the after shocks.

“Holy shit, fuck.” He pulls you into his lap, kissing you roughly. He groans as he tastes himself on your tongue. His re-hardened dick presses into your underwear.

You slide your panties to the side. You grip the base of him and slowly sink into his cock. His girth stretching you out.

“Oh yes, Steve.” You throw your head back while moving up and down on his cock. Your warm walls clenching around his dick each time his tip presses against your cervix. He pulls your shirt off, your breast spilling over the black lace of your bra.

He unclasps your bra, throwing it onto the couch next to him. his palms squeeze both globes together then lets them go watching them bounce as you move up and down his cock. 

You grip his shoulders, leaning forward. He grips your ass, spreading the fat. You moan into his ear, feeling his dick twitch inside you each time. His glossy hazel eyes looking into yours then looking at where you two meet.

“Oh fuck.” He slowly says. Your movements get lazy, the pleasure chasing you fast. Steve starts to thrust into you. The sounds of your juices echoing through the room each time he trusts into you. Your moans mixing with his.

“Mmmm…” You bite your lip.

Your hands wrap around his neck, his arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer. Your orgasm hits you hard, you yell out Steve’s name, pulling him closer to you. Your thighs wobbling against the cushions. Your walls spazzing around his cock.

He follows shortly after, cumming deeply inside of you, his body shaking against your body.

You rest your head on his shoulder, his hands rubbing up and down your back, he’s still inside you.

“That was amazing.” He whispers.

“Yeah?” You pull back to look at him. He bites his bottom lip while looking at yours and nods. You lean down and kiss him.

best friend!steve x fem!deader

warnings: smut. love confession.

a/n: hi! this one’s a bit short…but i had the idea and just thought i should write it. sorry if there is any mistakes but i hope you enjoy! thank you so much for reading!

It’s a rainy night in Hawkins and Steve invited you over to hang out. After a while, you two noticed it was really late so he just told you to stay over. Sleeping over at Steve’s was a common occurrence, You two were best friends, you almost spend every moment together.

You’re laying in his bed, listening to the rain hit his window. You’ve been tossing and turning for a hour now. Hoping Steve was up, you look over to see a shirtless Steve lying on his stomach, face towards you, knocked out. The lamp on his side table illuminating his sharp nose and back muscles just right.

You turn away from him, shutting your eyes hoping you can fall asleep. You feel movement behind you and a little whine come from Steve’s lips. You look over your shoulder to see Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. He’s dreaming.

You turn back and shut your eyes again. It was about five minutes before you heard him letting out soft moans. This wasn’t just any dream…

You turn to face him and notice his hips rolling against his mattress. You watch his ears grow redder and his movements speed up. You bite your lip, squeezing your eyes together, listening to his soft whimpers. The heat between your legs growing and you press your legs together trying to relieve the feeling.

You watch as his lip quivers as he lets out a soft whisper of your name. Your eyes go wide. Your panties are soaked. You watch his hips buckle against his mattress, he’s probably close, you thought.

“Steve,” You whisper but he didn’t hear you. “Steve.” You whisper a little louder. He squeezes his eyes tightly before opening them slightly. You watch his eyes dart around your face. His eyes glossy, cheeks, and ears pink. His eyes look at your lips before closing the gap.

He kisses you slow and soft. His tongue licking at your bottom lip asking for permission. You grant him access and your tongues are instantly dancing with another.

You pull away to catch your breath.

“Steve, are you sure? You just woke up.” You ask him.

“I want you. I need you.” He whines into your neck. He pulls back and looks at you with his big, glossy, hazel eyes.

His pleading voice only turns you on more. You kiss him slightly harder this time. His hands roam up your shirt finding your breasts. He squeezes and you let out a gasp against his lips.

Your hands make their way down his stomach touching the patch of hair that trails down below his boxers. You stroke his big cock over his boxers and he inhales a sharp breath.

“Fuckk, can I take you, baby? Please? I need you.” He pleased with his eyes closed, forehead resting against yours.

“Yes, Steve. I need you too.” You run your hands through his hair. You watch him take off his boxers and toss them somewhere in his room. You watch his big cock twitch, bright pink tip leaking with pre cum.

He rolls you over on your side and he settles behind you. You help him slip off your panties feeling the cooler air hit your heat. He pushes you legs apart making room for him. He slips between your legs, you feel his cock sliding between your folds gathering your slick over his length.

His blunt tip kisses your clit and you let out a high pitched gasp. He kisses the back of your neck before sliding into your entrance with a groan.

His thrusts are lazy and slow. You grip the sheets, feeling his big cock stretch you out.

“You’re so big..” You choke out.

“Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?” He whispers

“God, no. Keep going.” You moan.

Steve’s thrusts are short until you arch your back, putting your ass closer to his hips. He pushes his cock all the way into you, his tip touching your cervix.

“You feel so good.” He lets out a choked gasp as your walls clench around him. He holds your hip as he shoves his cock into your heat. Your ass touching his hips each thrust.

Steve pauses taking a deep breath.

“I-I can’t go faster. I’m gonna cum..” He says shyly.

“Okay, then keep going slow.” You say with your eyes closed feeling your orgasm push closer and closer.

He wraps his arm around you to find your clit. His middle and ring finger start circling your clit, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Oh my god, Steve.” You grip his forearm. He continues to slowly fill you up. It’s like he already knows how to fuck you, already knows what spots to hit.

You’re so close, you start to let out high pitched whimpers and you cover your mouth to stay quiet. You feel his hips start to get sloppy and hear his swollen lips let out shaky whimpers.

“Oh, baby, you feel so fucking good. I love you.” He says all in one breath. His confession of love sends you over the edge, feeling that familiar electric pleasure running through your body. Your walls clamping down on his cock as you moan out his name.

He pushes in you fully, cumming inside you deeply. You feel his warmth spread through your cunt. He takes a deep breath trying to steady his uneven exhales. Your bodies shaking against each other.

After listening to each other breaths slow you ask, “Did you mean that?”

“Yeah,” He says your name. “I mean it. I love you.” He pecks the back of your neck, behind your ear, and your head.

“I love you too, Stevie.” Your hand finds his and you interlock your fingers. He kisses your hand and wishes you a goodnight.

steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: Heavy smut. read at your own risk.

a/n: i don’t really know what to say but this is probably the dirtiest thing ive ever wrote (for now lol) um i hope u enjoy! this is barely edited…sorry, but thank you for reading. <3

It’s Friday night, you’re at home, staring at the ceiling feeling frustrated. It’s been days since you and Steve had sex. He’s just been so busy working, you guys barely have time to see each other. And when you do both of you are too tired or don’t have enough time to do anything.

You get up from your bed with a loud sigh and make your way to your cassette tapes. You run your finger over all of them until you spot one Steve made you. Over the past few months you two have been dating, he’s given you many tapes. One for when you’re happy, one for when your sad, one for when your missing him.

You put it on and instantly realize this is the sex playlist Steve made for you guys. You remember when he first handed it to you, you laughed and told him you guys didn’t need one. He pleaded and told you he just wanted to try it out.

You groan and plop down on your bed. You flip over, closer you eyes remembering the last time you listened to this.

He came over to your apartment after you two went out to dinner. You remember him taking you slow, trying to make the moment last. You remember his hair falling over his eyes while he watched himself thrust in and out of you. You remember how his hands felt all over your body.

You couldn’t handle the ache between your legs anymore. You grab your pillow and put it between your legs and started to rock your hips.

This isn’t working. You thought, groaning in frustration. You roll over onto your back and slip your hand under your thin panties and gather your wetness at your entrance. You circle your clit slowly, mimicking his movements. You try and think that your hand is Steve’s.

You slowly enter yourself, trying to reach as far as he does. You slowly pump in and out, but you can’t replicate how Steve does it. You drag your other hand up to your chest and start to pinch your nipples over your shirt.

Your door swings open. You look up with wide eyes to see Steve in his green family video vest standing in the doorway. You take your hand out your panties and cover yourself with your comforter.

“Steve! Jesus! Why are you here?” You flush with embarrassment.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He closes and locks the door. You sit up on your elbows watching him walk closer to you watching his pants get tighter.

“Poor baby, you frustrated? Couldn’t wait for me?” He looks down at you. “Want me to take care of you?” You nod your head.

“Please-“ He cuts you off with a rough kiss, teeth clashing, his tongue dancing with yours. He pulls away.

“I don’t know, maybe I should punish you for not waiting.” He licks his lips.

“Steve, I couldn’t wait. I needed-“ He cups your cheeks with one hand pushing your lips together stopping you from talking.

“Okay? But I wanna take care of you. You’re my girl.” He lets go of your face. You can feel your panties sticking to your wet cunt.

“But since you wanted to touch yourself so bad,” He sits next to you and gestures to your hands. “go ahead.”

“Steve, what? Can you?” You look at him with pleading eyes. He shakes his head.

You shyly pull down your panties and toss them at the edge of your bed. You slowly start to touch yourself. You’ll admit, Steve watching you does turn you on, but It doesn’t even feel all that pleasurable, you crave Steve’s touch. You look at him with a pout on your face.

“It doesn’t-“ You sigh. “I want you.” You whine.

“Aw, baby. Come here.” He sits you on his thigh, the denim of his jeans hitting your clit just right. He lifts his leg up, meeting your soaked heat. You start to grind against his leg. You lean your forehead on his shoulder.

“Look at me.” He taps your hip. You look at him in the eyes while still moving your hips. “That feel good?” He smirks up at you.

“Mhm.” You moan. “Making a mess on my pants. You’re so fuckin’ dirty.” He says through gritted teeth. The pressure sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“Fuck, Steve.” You grip his biceps.

“Yeah, babygirl. Ride it.” He watches with lust in his eyes.

He guides your hips so your grinds are neater. It feels so good, you could just cum like this. You’re so close, you’re blabbering now.

“Yeah, you gonna cum?.” You throw your head back, panting letting out high pitched gasps as your orgasm hits.

You’re still coming down from your high when he lifts you off his thigh making notice of the wet spot you left his jeans.

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He kisses your neck. He takes off your shirt, then flips you so your on your hands and knees.

“Stay like that for me, yeah, good girl.”

You hear the clank of his belt as he unbuckles it and the rustle of him taking his clothes off. He makes his way behind you, pushing your back down for that arch. He runs the head of his cock between your folds, smearing his precum over you before he pushes his thickness into your warmth.

You let out a loud moan into your pillow. He continues thrusting in and out with groans, tipping his head back. You grip the sheets next to you. The slaps of skin echoing through your room. His thrusts get rougher. His hand comes in contact with your ass, feeling a sting. You let out a sharp gasp as he rubs soothe the pain. The hand print instantly showing up bright and red.

He slaps once more, the same spot feeling the sting again. You moan out, drool dripping out your mouth. He grasps your hair, pulling your head back. The feeling making you let out a pornographic moan. He thrusts harder and faster, your sounds only getting louder and louder.

He sticks his fingers in your mouth pulling your cheek back. He watches his wet cock push in and out of you. He pulls you up, your back meeting his hairy chest.

“Oh fuck, this pussy squeezing me tight.” The dirty talk only makes you whimper. His hands run up your stomach up to your breasts and he squeezes hard. You can feel your second orgasm building quickly.

“Mmm, Steve!” You let out high pitched whimpers feeling the tip of him hitting your cervix.

“You like that?” You can hear him smirking. He pushes you back down gripping your hips and slamming them into his.

“Fuck, fuck,” He mumbles behind you. He pushes your head into the pillows, your walls fluttering around him. Your moans muffled by the pillow.

“Cum for me, baby.” He says between his teeth. He moves his hips harder. “Come on, baby, come on.” You let your orgasm wash over you. Your knees give out, but Steve’s still holding your waist up. Your toes curl and your hands grip the sheets next to you. Your moans bounce off the walls.

He flips you on to your back and looks you in your eyes.

“Think you can give me one more?” He whispers in your ear. You nod.

“Hm? lemme hear you.” He holds your cheeks. “Yes, Steve. I can.” You look up at him with glossed over eyes.

He enters you with ease, throwing his head back with pleasure. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer. He angles his hips hitting that spot that always makes you go weak. Your nails scratch at his back leaving red lines up and down his back.

“Fuck,” He drags out. “You hear how wet you are for me?” He sits up and looks down at where you two meet watching your arousal coat his cock. He takes his thumb and rubs up and down on your clit making your walls clench around him.

He pushes on your abdomen to feel himself in you. He looks into your eyes.

“Hey, baby.” He pecks your lips hard. He pulls away and pushes your thighs up, forcing you wider, hitting you deeper.

“Oh my god, Steve!” You yell out.

“Yeah, baby. Louder. Let me hear you.” His breath hitting your cheek.

“Fuck! Steve!” You scream. It feels so good, you’re going to break any second. He’s never fucked you like this, this is a whole different side of him.

“You feel so good. Come on, baby, come on.” His eyebrows furrow as he fucks you harder into the mattress. Your orgasm hits you hard and sudden. Your thighs start to shake, head thrown back, back lifted off your mattress. Shortly after, you feel Steve’s warm ropes of cum coat your insides. You let out a breath feeling you fill up.

He pulls out and watches his seed spill out of your swollen pussy. He kisses your mound before taking his fingers and pushing his cum back into you.

He comes back to lay next to you, kissing you softly. Your body feeling weak and shaky. He reaches down to your shaking thighs, rubbing them to help soothe you

“You okay?” He asks, kissing your forehead.

“Yeah, fuck…” You cover your face letting out a chuckle.

“Are you sure? I didn’t go too hard? Did I hurt you?” He asks softy, worried. You pull your hands away from your face.

“No, Steve. It felt so good. You didn’t hurt me, I promise.” You reassure him, running your fingers through his sweat soaked hair. His eyes dart around your face, trying to catch a fib. He kisses your forehead, cheek, the corner of your mouth, before capturing your lips and a sweet and soft kiss.

You smile against his lips and he pulls away.

“I’ll go get you water, okay.” He stands up, puts his boxers on, then leaves to get you water. You find your shirt and panties, putting them on before he come back.

You sit down on your bed when he comes back. He kisses you forehead as he hands you the water.

You swallow feeling the cool water go down your throat. When you put the cup down, you notice Steve leaning against your dresser, looking at you like you’re hurt.

“What’s wrong?” You smooth out the furrow between his eyebrows. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you? I smacked you pretty hard. I,” He pauses “I left a mark.” He bites his the nail on his thumb.

“Steve,” You rub his shoulders and his biceps. “I liked it.”

He smirks at you. “Yeah?”

You bite your lip as he wraps his arms around you then squeezes your bottom. He leans down and kisses you, slow and sensually. He walks you backwards until the back of your knees it your bed. He pulls away as he gently lays you down on your bed and lays on top of you, elbows holding him up.

“Wanna go one more?” He teases. You roll both of you over so your straddling his hips feeling his boner hit your cunt.

steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut**explicit sexual content!**

a/n: i’m sorry for all the mistakes! but this is my first time writing for steve and im super nervous but still i hope you enjoy!

This summer was extremely boring, you never went out anymore or really hung out with your friends because of your new job. The only thing was great about working in the mall was the fact that your summer fling worked right across from you.

You and Steve were going steady. Small dates and makeouts in his bed. It never escalated from there though…

You look up from putting books on the shelf and see him waving from Scoops Ahoy. He looks so cute in his sailor uniform. You wave back then turn to look at the clock. It’s basically time for your break so you have your coworker take over.

You rush past, dodging the passing mall goers, to Scoops Ahoy. “Hey Rob!” You give her a smile as you walk into the break room and see Steve playing with is sailor hat leaning against the table.

“Hi, Steve.”

“Hey, pretty lady.” He leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek. He wraps his arms around your waist.

“So I was thinking you can come over tonight? We can order pizza, eat ice cream, go swimming, and stay the night?” His voice drops on the last word.

“You don’t have plans with your little friends?” You ask looking into his eyes. He shakes his head. “Nope.” He smiles at you while pulling you closer to him.

“I don’t know. I get off later than usual today, then my dad has come pick me up, and then I’ll have to go home and get my stuff-”

“I’ll pick you up. You have a suit at my house and you can just wear my clothes to bed.” He cuts you off. You smirk at him.

“You sure? I know you get off way earlier than me and I don’t wanna bother you with the driving back at forth.”

“No, I want too.”

“Okay, I get off at 8.” You tell him and he nods.

His eyes dart around your face. God he’s so handsome. You thought it was impossible for a boy to give you this many butterflies.

“You’re so beautiful.” He looks into your eyes. You blush and look away. He turns your chin back to his gaze. You feel your ears burning up. “No need to get shy..” He smirks.

He leans down and catches your lips in his. He slides his tongue into your mouth, you swear he tastes better each time you kiss him. Your fingers tug on the hairs on the nape of his neck, and he moans against your lips. His hands travel from your hips to your ass. He turns the both of you around so you’re leaning against the table now.

He breaks the kiss and sets you on the table then steps between your legs. He dives back in, this time hungrier. His big hands grip your thighs. One of Steve’s hands snake up your side and rest against the side of your tit. You pull away.

“Steve…” You whisper but he dives back in. You pull away again. “Steve, I have to go..” You say against his lips.

“Five more minutes.” He whines.

“I can’t.” He pecks your lips.

“Fine. See you later, pretty girl.” He pecks your lips. You blush and walk out of the break room.

This shift was gonna be the end of you. You can still feel the ache between your legs. You look up at the clock, five more hours until you hang with Steve again. You can’t help but think about what you want him to do to you. You quickly snap out of your thoughts when a customer walked in.

You walk out the mall and see Steve leaning on his car. He’s out of his sailor uniform, he’s in his tight jeans and a red t-shirt. You jog up to him.

“Hi!” you hug him. He wraps his arms around you. You look up at him, chin on his chest and he smiles down at you. He leans down and kisses you slowly. You pull away then peck his lips again. “You ready?” He rubs his thumb over your cheek. You nod your head.

On the way home, you can’t help but stare at him. The orange street lights illuminating his sharp nose. You look down at his thighs straining against his jeans. Before you thoughts run wild, you look out the window. He looks over at you.

“What?” He chuckles.

“Nothing.” You smile to yourself and pick at your nails.

“Tell me, baby.”

You blush at the nickname. “You’re just really handsome.”

“I know.” You smack his shoulder and he laughs.

“Okay, okay.” He pauses.

“You’re really beautiful. You know that?”

“You said that earlier.” You roll your eyes.

“I know,” He pauses. “It’s true.”

“Thank you, Steve.” You look back out the window feeling your cheeks heat up.

Once you get to Steve’s, you see he’s already got the pizza and snacks all ready for you. You guys sit down and put on a movie. He puts a hand on your thigh, squeezing every couple of minutes. You look at him to find he’s already looking at you. You feel heat creeping up your neck. He cups your cheek and kisses you.

This kiss wasn’t any of the heated kisses you’ve shared. This one was sweet, he was pouring his feelings into it. You can taste his strawberry chapstick while smelling his fancy cologne. You pull away and see the blush on his cheeks, he turns his head and his ears are as red as they can be.

“Do you, um, want to swim?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

You two get up from the couch and go upstairs to his room. He hands you your bathing suit that you accidentally left here when he hosted a pool party.

You walk out of the bathroom to see Steve leaning against the wall waiting for you. His chest hair on display and his hairy thighs in short green swim trunks does something to you. His eyes look down to your breasts then immediately back to your eyes. He hopefully thinks that you didn’t notice, you did.

“Ready?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You step out the bathroom.

“Race you to the pool!” He says before darting down the stairs.

“Steve!” You run after him.

You rush down the stairs after him, through the back doors. but before he could jump in.

“Ow! Steve, my ankle!” You fall down dramatically.

he rushes over to you and crouches down.

“Hey? Hey? Are you okay?” His faced laced with concern.

“I think I twisted it. It hurts. Can you help me up?”

He carefully guides you up and you smirk at him. You push him away then take off running toward the pool. You jump in then come right back up to find him standing where you left him.

“That wasn’t funny.” He crosses his arms.

“Oh come on, just admit it was a little funny.” You say while treading water. He jumps in right next to you, making a huge splash. You laugh at him as he breaks the surface and shakes his hair away from his face.

He grabs your hips and pulls you closer.

“Fine, only a little though.”

“I knew you found it funny.” He kisses you.

“It was super sweet about how worried you were for me.” You say against his lips.

“Yeah, because I care about you!” He pulls back a bit.

“Awe King Steve cares about me.” Teasing him.

“Okay, next time you get actually hurt, I’m not helping you.” You push his head away.

After a bit of swimming you guys are on opposite sides of the pool. You swim closer to him, his back facing you. Your eyes dart over each one of his moles, you’d kiss them all of them if you could. “Steve?” You say softly.

He turns around, the water sloshing. You look at his lips then back up to his eyes. Your hands reach up to the back of your bathing suit top, untying it. You pull it off and look at Steve. His eyes are on your breast.

“Fuck…” he whispers walking closer to you. He grabs your hips, lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist. You look at his lips then kiss him. You slide your tongue in his mouth. Teeth clashing. After a moment you pull away and lean your forehead against his.

“Steve, touch me.” You say breathless.

“You sure?” He asks.

“God, fuck yes.” You start getting impatient.

His hands cups your breast, squeezing. You hum in pleasure. You kiss him again. He pinches your nipple and you moan into his mouth. You can feel his cock between your legs straining against his swim trunks. You can’t help but rock your hips. He pulls away with a groan.

“Upstairs.” He pulls you out of the pool and rushes you into the house. He doesn’t care you both are getting the floor wet, he just wants you.

Once you get to his room he lays you down on his bed and crawls on top of you. He pulls your leg up to his hip and slides between your legs. He kisses you roughly while grinding his bulge between your legs. His kisses travel from your neck down to your tits.

Steve puts your nipple in his mouth and flicks it with his tongue.

“Oh fuck, Steve.” Your back arches, pushing your tit further into his mouth. He pulls away with a pop.

“Fuck, baby, I could suck on these all night.” He stares at them. You giggle.

“Steve?” You look at him.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He intertwines your fingers.

“Please fuck me.” You whine. He smirks then tucks his head into your neck.

“I can do that, baby.”

His hands go for your bathing suit bottoms. He slides them down slowly and you feel the cooler air hit your wet folds. He throws them somewhere in his room. He spreads your legs apart.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” His hands slides down your inner thighs. He leans down and kisses your thighs.

“Stevie..” You whisper bucking your hips closer to his mouth.

“I know.” He rubs your thighs.

He licks from your entrance to your clit. Your hands grip his hair. His hands grip the outside of your thighs.

“Oh fuck, Steve.” You moan out. He groans against you then pulls back. “You taste so good.”

His tongue flicks against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He pushes his nose against your clit while his tongue pushes in and out of you. He moves his face left and right, making his nose rub your clit.

“Oh my god.” You moan.

He continues the movements with his tongue. His hands gripping your thighs. Your hands grip the sheets. God, he’s so good at this. He pauses before flicking your clit with his tongue, making you cum against it. You let out a loud moan while arching your back.

“Stevie, that felt so good.” You pant.

He pulls away and makes his way above you. You pull him closer and lick your juices that gathered on his nose off.

“Fuck.” He groans. You feel his cock twitch against your thigh.

He then switches his position to be next to you.

He spreads your legs apart and takes his middle and ring finger and circles your entrance, gathering your juices before pushing his fingers into you.

“Look at me, I wanna see you fall apart on my fingers.” He commands.

You look at him with your glossy eyes.

“Hi pretty.” He smirks while moving his fingers in and out.

He pushes on the spongey spot inside you. You squeal.

“I know, baby.” He whispers against your cheek.

It feels so good. You don’t think you can hold on much longer. your walls clenching against his fingers.

“I’m so close.” You look at him.

“Come on.” He encourages you to finish. One more movement and you’re cumming on his fingers. Your eyes roll back as you moan. You came twice, but you’re still not satisfied.

“You okay?” He pulls his fingers out then licks them. You nod.

“You think we can have sex now?” You look at him.

He smiles at you. “You’re so impatient. I had to get you ready first.”

He kisses you, pushing his tongue past your lips. He makes his way between your legs. He breaks the kiss. Your eyes trace his happy trail as he pulls down his swim trunks. Your eyes widen at the size of him.

“Oh fuck.” You whisper. He smirks then kisses you again.

“You okay?” He presses his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, you’re just,” you pause and look at him between your legs “big.”

“We don’t have too-“ He goes to reassure you.

“No, I want too.” You cut him off.

“Okay, baby.” He chuckles.

He pecks your lips then sits up. His wet hair sticking to his forehead. He moves his cock against your folds, the head of his cock rubbing against your clit. He looks at you for further permission. “Yes.” You hold his hand.

He pushes his cock into you. The stretch making you moan. He groans into your ear. “You feel so good.” He whispers.

He starts moving his hips, moving his cock in and out of you.

“Yes, Steve!” You arch your back. He starts moving faster.

“Feels so good.” Your toes curl.

“You’re so beautiful.” He looks at you. He grips your hips and moves them to meet his hips. Your arms reach above you. He watches your tits bounce each time your hips meet. He leans down and catches a nipple in his mouth. The double sensation causes your toes to curl and you let out a high pitched yelp.

“Too much?” He looks you at you with his eyes glossy.

“No. It feels good.” You run your hands through his wet hair. He continues thrusting in and out of you. He sucks on your breasts and neck, leaving bruises.

He angels his hips and lifts one of your thighs against his hip to penetrate deeper. It feels so good, you can barely think. Head fuzzy, eyes rolling back. All you can do is moan.

“You sound so pretty for me.” He whispers in your ear. He moves up to watch you. He thrusts into you harder and you grip his shoulders.

“Yes, Steve!” You throw your head back. You move your arms around him to pull him closer to you. His thrusts start to get messier, he’s so close.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” He whimpers out.

“Cum in me…” You whisper

“Are you sure?” He pauses his thrusts to look you in the eye

“Yes, I’m on the pill”

He starts moving again, a bit faster. He’s moaning, loud. Hearing him moan pushes you closer to finishing. His strokes get messy, and he’s breathing heavily into your ear. He kisses you hard. His hand reaches between your body’s and circles your clit.

This pushes you over the edge. You cum while moaning his name. Toes curled, back arched, thighs shaking. As soon as he hears his name come out of your mouth, you feel him spill inside you as he moans against your lips.

He stays inside you for a moment before slowly pulling out watching his seed pool out of you. He reaches down and gathers some on his fingers. You grab his hand and lick his fingers clean.

He watches you, mouth agape. You moan against his fingers tasting him. He kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. He pulls away.

“Come on, Let’s get you to the shower.” He gently helps you off the bed to guide you to the shower, he turns it on then turns back to you. “Hold on, I’ll be back.” He kisses your forehead then walks back into his room. You lean against the sink waiting for Steve to come back.

You look up when you hear the door open, in his hands are his folded up sweatpants and an old t-shirt of his for you after the shower. He sets them down on the counter.

“You okay?” He caresses your head.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You smile at him. He kisses you softly then guides you into the shower. He turns to leave, but you stop him.

“Can you shower with me?” You ask.

“Uh, yeah.” He says a bit too quickly. You smile to yourself as he steps in behind you. His arms wrap around your middle and he kisses your neck.

The shower was quiet, but comforting. He helps you wash your body and hair and you do the same for him. You both dry off and get dressed then go to his room.

The lamp on his desk the letting off a soft yellow glow across the room. You get in his bed while he goes downstairs to get you a cup of water. He walks through the door and you look him up and down. his plaid pajama pants sit low on his hips with his boxers peeking out just a bit. Your eyes slowly make your way up his shirtless torsos to see the corse hairs on his stomach, then his chest, to his damp hair.

He hands you the cup of water and you take a few sips before setting it down on the side table. You look over at Steve laying down, looking at you. You lay on your side and move his hair away from his forehead.

“Hi.” He says softly.

“Hi.” You whisper.

You lean down and kiss him softly. He hums against your lips. You pull away. He looks at you with adoration in his eyes.

“I really like you.” He breaks the silence.

“I really like you too, Steve.” You smile at him.

“So I was thinking,” He pauses and takes a deep breath and interlocks your fingers.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” He kisses the back of your hand.

You fully grin at him and nod.

“Yes, Steve. You can be my boyfriend.”

He pulls you down and kisses you.

“I’ve been waiting to ask you all summer.” He confesses.

“Really?” You continue to play with his hair.

“Yeah, ever since our first date.” He kisses your flushes cheeks.

“Okay, now get some sleep. I’m taking you to breakfast tomorrow.” He reaches over and turns off the lamp on his desk.