victoria 🤍

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

18+ smut mdni protected p in v sex (yay!), unprotected p in v sex (don’t do this), fem masturbation, dirty talk.

a/n: two of my favorite tropes (friends with benefits to lovers, unrequited requited love) with my favorite character (steve!) i hope you like it if you read!! 

The beamer sits at the edge of Lover’s Lake. Steve pulls you back into him from your hips. Each thrust jolts you forward.  He leans over to put an arm around the front of you. You feel his bicep curl around your throat. Pulling you up against his chest. 

Your hand fumbles against the door. A foggy imprint of your hand is left behind on the humid glass. 

“Doing so good for me. Taking it so well.” Steve mumbles praises against the shell of your ear. His breath tickles. You turn your head to capture his lips. The hand gripping the side door comes up to tangle in his hair. It’s difficult in this position, but you manage a disorganized, chaotic kiss. Steve takes your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging lightly, before pulling away. You whimper at the action. Bringing his hand down, he pulls the top of your dress down. His fingers run over your sensitive nipple. Soft lips press against the back of your neck. It’s a stark difference to the rough thrusts of his hips. He pushes in and out of you quickly. The drag of him inside you makes pressure rise in your body. The tip of him is hitting so far inside you, it’s like you can feel him in your stomach. The sounds falling from his pink lips make your head spin. 

His arm drops from its position around your shoulders. He curls his hand against your thigh, dragging his nails along your skin as he pulls it under the fabric of your dress. It finally finds its place between your legs. He presses on your clit, rubbing it in broad strokes. Your hand flies down to his wrist, gripping it. You’re not sure whether to push his hand away or bring it closer. The influx of sensations is bordering on overstimulation. You gasp and throw your head back onto Steve’s shoulder. He fits his face into the crook of your neck. 

Steve coos at you. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. You can take it. Be a good girl, for me.” He lessens his thrusts, dragging his hips back slowly. It’s torturous. You try to push yourself back onto him, but he holds your hips in place. 

You whine at him. “Steve, come on. We don’t have much time. Everyone is waiting.” The huff of your words displays your irritation. 

“You’re so bossy, you know that?” 

Your rebuttals die on your tongue as he picks up his pace again. He drags along inside of you. It’s not long before you feel your orgasm building back up. Steve’s little huffs and whines against your cheek, helping you further along. His fingers are back on your clit in an instant. The push of his hips becomes sloppier and less rhythmic as he also nears the edge. 

“Need to feel you come. Squeezing me so good. Such a good girl for me. Just mine.” Steve’s rough voice cuts through the sound of your skin meeting. The words fall from his lips so easily. It’s hard not to let them go straight to your head. 

“Mhm. All for you, Steve.” You nod with your eyes closed. The back of your head lulls back onto his shoulder. Steve groans as though he were in pain. His fingers and hips pick up speed simultaneously. He’s hitting a spot inside of you that makes stars dance behind your eyelids. He drags you along his cock. He presses just a bit harder on your clit and times a particularly harsh thrust into you. With that, you feel the tight band of pressure snap in your lower stomach. You gasp and lurch forward. Hips pushing back onto Steve. He follows you into the new position, his thrusts never ceasing and his hold never faltering. 

“So good, Oh- Fuck. There she is. I got you, baby.” Steve’s words are slurred. You feel him twitch inside of you as he continues his movements. The sensations he’s dragging from you prolong your pleasure. He pumps two more times before he stills and moans languidly. The sounds he makes as he comes are muffled into the skin of your neck. 

All that can be heard in the car is the combination of your and Steve’s heavy breaths. He places a quick kiss on the back of your right shoulder and pushes himself up. Pulling out gently, he taps your hip. You turn around as he ties the condom off. He sets it on the ground and picks up his discarded shirt. You pick up your straps over your shoulders. 

Steve smiles at you, and you can feel your chest tighten. Blush rises in your cheeks. He leans over you to push the car door open next to you. 

“Ladies first.” His hand brushes a stray hair out of your face. The burning in your cheeks doesn’t fade as you step out into the open air. The cool night breeze feels amazing on your heated skin. Steve fumbles around getting out behind you. You can hear his light curses, and you bite your lip to suppress a giggle. You follow him as he walks around to the passenger’s side to open the door for you. You settle into your seat, and the door shuts behind you. 

Steve sits in the driver’s seat. “All good?” He turns to check on you. 

You smile at him, though you can feel it doesn’t reach your eyes. The confusing mix of emotions that seems to follow every moment with Steve lately settles in. 

“Yeah, let’s go. Everyone’s probably there already.” You nod at him. He flicks on the radio. The soft sound of The Cars fills the space. He backs out of the spot and follows the path out to the main road. Nancy’s house isn’t too far of a drive, and Steve made sure to stop for popcorn and some candy beforehand. A good cover for your little detour before movie night. The silence between the two of you is comfortable. He pulls up to the side of the Wheeler house. You can't help but think of how many times he had done just this when he was with Nancy. Parked in this exact spot in this exact car. Walked the same driveway up to the door. Your brow furrows as you try hard not to think of how fragile your arrangement is. Something born out of a late night and a few too many drinks. Your feelings for him sit tight at the top of your heart. It all feels so temporary in comparison to this reminder of him in a real relationship. 

“Hey, you okay?” Steve’s soft voice draws you out of your thoughts. 

“Yes. Yeah, I’m sorry. All good.” You smile at him and go to open the door. His warm hand on your thigh stops you. 

“You can talk to me, you know that. Right?” He lifts his other hand to caress your face. His thumb is rubbing lightly against your cheekbone. His hazel eyes reflect the warmth he always seems to emanate. You feel yourself getting lost in them. “We’re friends.” 

With those words, your feelings dull. You pull away from him and go to step out. His hand falls slowly. 

“I know. Thank you, Steve. I’m alright. I promise.” Your lips form a tight smile. You don’t wait for his response as you shut the door and go wait for him at the edge of the driveway to walk up with you. 

The awkwardness between the two of you is apparent. No more words are shared. At the door, you feel the back of his fingers brush yours. The touch is fleeting as the door bursts open. The pair of you are startled. Steve pulls his hand back and takes a large step away from you. You try not to let how the action affects you show on your features. 

Robin is exasperated. “Where were you guys? You’re over an hour late. We were this close to sending out a search party.” Her hands grab the microwave popcorn box Steve holds. 

Steve holds it up and away from her. 

“Hello to you, too, Robin.” Steve pushes past her into the foyer. Robin follows him, still fighting him for the box. You take a minute to gather yourself before heading inside, preparing for another night of pretending you don’t know what Steve Harrington’s lips taste like. 

-

The WSQK radio station gives you no respite from your feelings. You sit on the couch adjacent to the sound booth. Steve sits on the floor to your right. His shoulder brushes your knee lightly with every move. He chews on his sandwich as Robin recounts her latest date with Vickie. You absentmindedly curl your finger around a strand of Steve’s hair, only listening with half of your attention. You had forgotten your lunch in a rush to get out the door this morning, so you had nothing to quell the hunger in your stomach. 

As though he could read your mind, Steve suddenly puts half of his sandwich in a napkin on your lap. He doesn’t even look your direction as he turns back to take a sip of Gatorade, but the action warms your chest. You smile as you lift the sandwich to your lips and take a bite. His hand falls subtly to wrap around your ankle. Thumb stroking softly at the exposed sliver of skin. 

These moments in between make you wonder if there could be more. You wonder about Steve taking you on dates. Telling your friends about the two of you. Holding his hand and kissing him publicly. These thoughts are all that fill your mind as you chew. Robin’s voice suddenly pulls you out of it. 

“What about you, Steve? Aren’t you gonna ask that girl from the cafe on another date?” Robin picks at her nail polish, not looking over to either of you. 

You’re sure Steve can feel the way you tense up. He yanks his hand away as if touching you burned. A lump forms in the back of your throat. Steve clears his. 

“Hm, yeah. Was just thinking about taking her to dinner.” Steve mumbles. He picks at the frayed carpet. 

You stare at the bitten sandwich in your lap. Your appetite is gone, just as the warm feeling from Steve is. It’s all crushed up in the pit of your stomach. 

Standing up, you drop the sandwich back into Steve’s hands. Smiling tightly, you give him a small nod. 

“Gonna go sort some records in the back, if you guys need me.” You don’t wait for a response and hurry out of the room. When you round the far corner, you press your back against the wall and look up at the ceiling. Tears threaten to spill from behind your closed eyelids. Shaking your head, you straighten. It’s no use. Steve’s not yours. You’re not his. He’s made that perfectly clear. Those tender moments you hold on to are just that. Fleeting moments that stem from friendship and proximity, not romance.

The back room offers some space and comfort away from the boy who twists up your thoughts. You’re pulling records from the boxes and sorting them. You feel his presence before you see him. Your body was so attuned to Steve, you would know him blindfolded. 

“Hey, uh, I just wanted to check if you needed any help or,” He trails off. You look up to see him rubbing his neck. You hate that he knows you were upset. 

“No, I’m okay.” Reassuring him was second nature. It’s not his fault you don’t know how to take only what he offers. Knowing this doesn’t stop the pain, but it’s not his pain to bear. His head bobs. 

“Do you think I could come over tonight?” The question hangs between you two. He moves his head to try to catch your gaze. You make quick eye contact before looking away. You know exactly what he is asking. You so badly wish you had it in you to decline. To say no to him. But your mouth forms the word before your heart can catch up. 

“Yes,” Your voice catches a bit at the end. 

“Cool. I‘ll come by around 8.” An awkward beat passes. “I’ll uh leave you to it. Let me know if you want help.” He lingers at the door. It’s almost as if he wants to say more, but at the last minute changes his mind. 

The rest of the work day goes by without a hitch. You manage to avoid any awkwardness with Steve. 

These complicated feelings for Steve sit at the forefront of your mind on your drive home. Maybe it’d be best to take a break. You’d give it tonight, and then you’d stop. Only until you can have your brain talk some sense to your heart. 

Steve shows up at 8 o’clock on the dot. His knock at your door makes your heart jump. His lips are on yours as soon as you open the door. Walking you backwards into the apartment, he shuts the door behind him with his foot. 

“Missed you.” He says against your lips.

You pull back to give him a look. “It’s only been like 3 hours.” 

“Too long.” He takes his coat and shoes off. Pulling you back into him, he’s desperate with his kiss. He strips you of your clothes as he leads you both to the bedroom. His lips only leave yours to allow the layers to fall to the floor. 

Gently, he lays you onto your bed. His kisses sweeter than usual. You don’t think too much about it. It’s all just wishful thinking. He finds little resistance as he presses into you. Pulling his hips back, he shallowly thrusts back into you. He moans loudly. 

“You feel so incredible wrapped around me. So good.” You whine at his praise. He kisses you slowly. Tongue mapping your lips and licking into your mouth. 

Something about this feels too intimate. Too tender. Your heart beats so quickly. It feels like it wants to escape the confines of your ribs to get closer to Steve. 

He places his forehead on yours. Sliding a hand down your thigh, he takes it at the knee to bend it towards your chest. Your hips open wider in this position, allowing him to slide deeper. Your nails run along his back. The rhythm he sets is hard and fast. The pressure is building at your core. It feels like too much and not enough. 

The words fall from your mouth before you can stop them. They’re soft and slurred. “Steve, I love you.” 

Steve freezes instantly. His thrusts cease. Your brain finally processes what you’ve just said. 

“What?” Steve pulls back to look at you. His expression is a mix of disbelief and shock. 

“I- It’s- No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-“ You struggle to form a sentence. This is your worst nightmare realized. Time slows as you push him off of you. He winces as he complies and pulls out. You turn, scrambling for something to cover yourself with. 

“Hey, Hey. Slow down.” Steve holds his hands up in appeasement. He’s cautious, like any small movement would send you running out the door. He’s not wrong in his assumption, but the softness in his tone keeps you rooted in place. You pull the covers up and over your body. Steve covers himself with the other end, keeping a small distance between the two of you. 

You stare at your folded hands. Embarrassment burns your cheeks. 

“Did you mean it? Or was that like a heat of the moment thing?” His question leaves you with a golden opportunity to backtrack. To tell him to forget about it. That it was nothing. But you can’t bring yourself to lie. Not to him and not about this. 

“I meant it. I’m sorry, Steve. I know what this is. I just maybe need some space to get over it.” You’re solemn in your delivery, still refusing to meet his gaze. 

“Hey, look at me. Please?” He steadily grasps your hands in his warm ones. Slowly, you look up at him. His hazel eyes move across your features. 

“I love you, too.” He whispers. “Like a lot. I really love you.” He repeats, almost as if to confirm it for himself. The corners of his mouth lift into a bright smile. 

“You- what?” You’d never considered this possibility. You’d have resigned yourself to a lifetime of accepting any piece of Steve Harrington you could get. 

“I’m in love with you. I have been for so long. You’re my favorite person in the world. This was all so stupid. I got it backwards. I just didn’t think you’d want me as more than just this.” He gestures at the space between the two of you. 

You shake your head. “I want you. All of you. I’ve always wanted you.” Surging forward, you bring him in for a kiss. Steve’s quick to wrap his arms around your frame to bring you in closer to him. 

“I love you.” You pull away to say. “I love you.” A kiss lands on one cheek. “I love you.” Another one lands on his other cheek. 

His soft laugh lights up your chest. He kisses you tenderly. He holds you like something precious. 

You feel him through the thin white sheet around his waist. Mumbling against his lips, you speak. “You’re still hard?” 

“Are you kidding? I’ve got the prettiest girl ever naked in my bed telling me she’s in love with me. How could I not be?” He cradles your face in his hands. The expression on his face is so tender, your eyes well up with tears. “I’m so lucky.” 

You laugh at his sweetness before pulling him down on top of you. Your kisses grow needier. Feeling drunk off his affection, you can’t seem to get enough. 

“I want you. Want you inside me.” You pant into his open mouth. Your hands are pulling at his hair. 

“You have me, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He assures you. His hand slides down your side. Grasping himself, he lines up and pushes in once again. You push your hips up, making him bottom out quickly. You both gasp. He resumes his quick thrusts from before. The tip of him hits deep inside you, making you moan with every move. You squeeze around him, causing Steve’s hips to stutter. 

“I’m never gonna let you go. My best girl. I love you.” He rambles almost incoherently against the skin of your chest. “I’m so close. Can you touch yourself, baby? Please? Wanna see you. Wanna feel you come on me.” He begs with a whine. The wet sounds between the two of you grow filthier. Your hand reaches down to press on your clit. Immediately, you circle the bud with exact pressure. Steve can’t tear his eyes away. The sight of you touching yourself as you take him makes his stomach pull tightly.

“My pretty baby. You’re such a good girl for me. You gonna come?” He looks up at you. You nod your head vigorously. 

“Yeah, gonna come. You’re so good, Steve. Feels so good.” You babble out. Your fingers speed up on your clit as his thrusts grow rougher. A clear indication of his impending finish. 

“Come for me. Let me feel you. Be a good girl. Come, baby.” Steve’s words shoot directly between your legs. You feel yourself fall over the edge. Your orgasm hits you. Your muscles tense as you arch into Steve. He holds you to him at the small of your back. The pulsing of your walls around him sends him following right after you. He works you through your highs. He continues to thrust until you both feel the overstimulation. 

Pulling out of you, he rolls over. His arms pull you with him. Exhaustion takes over your body. Your skin is sweat-slicked. You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck. His fingers trail lightly up and down your back. Both of you settle into the silence. The mess between your legs begs for a cleanup, but you can’t bring yourself to move just yet. Steve presses a lingering kiss to the top of your head. 

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k

18+ smut mdni slight dry humping, mutual masturbation (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), dirty talk. 

a/n: i love steve so so much. that is my babygirl. i wanted to practice some dialogue writing and i live for a steve and robin sibling dynamic. i hope you enjoy, if you read! :) 

“I’m begging you guys. Just for tonight, please.” 

You and Steve sit at the kitchen table as Robin paces back and forth in front of you. The pair of you look like kids getting reprimanded. Blush paints your cheeks as you stare down at your folded hands in your lap. Steve’s big palm comes into view. He lands a light squeeze on your thigh. The action makes you look up to see his sheepish smile. The corners of your mouth tilt up, and you bite your lower lip. Steve’s eyes track the movement. 

“Hey- knock it off! This is what I’m talking about.” Robin runs her hands through her hair. “You guys always look like you’re about two seconds away from jumping on each other.” 

You and Steve break eye contact to look anywhere but at each other. 

“Look. I love you both, and I think you guys are so sweet together it gives me a toothache. Seriously sickening.” Robin sticks out her tongue in disgust. “But the walls in here are thin. I know it’s not your fault, and usually I just put my earplugs in and try to fight the nausea, but for tonight I need you not to be- “ Her hands spread wide to wildly gesture between you. “The way that you are.” 

“You mean in love?” Steve questions with a slight attitude.

“I mean, horny freaks, Dingus.” Robin bluntly states in response. 

You close your eyes in embarrassment. This is one of the more humiliating things that has ever happened to you. 

“I’m sorry, Robin. We really do try to keep it quiet.” You hope your expression conveys your remorse. 

“If that’s you guys trying to keep quiet, I’d hate to know what it sounds like when you’re alone.” She shudders dramatically at the thought. “Listen. I’ve got a third date tonight, and I’m hoping things go well. Well enough that we’d bring it back here and you know-“ Robin bobs her head and shrugs. 

“And what does that have to do with us?” Steve sighs and leans back on the metal chair. His arms cross, and you can’t help but notice how the material of his polo stretches around his flexed biceps. You shake yourself out of your mind. 

Maybe Robin was right. Maybe you were having some sort of hormonal crisis. But, he’s just so pretty. One thing both of you know is that you had it bad for Steve Harrington. 

“You guys need to not have sex here tonight,” Robin says matter-of-factly. “And that means you, Steve, are banned from this apartment for the rest of today.” She points a finger at the man whose jaw has just dropped open. 

“Wh- you can’t ban me.” Steve sits forward and exasperates. He looks over at you. “Baby, tell her she can’t ban me.” 

You look over at Robin before turning back to him. “It’s just for tonight, Stevie.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Thank you!”

Steve and Robin’s voices overlap as he processes your words. “Wait, no. That’s not-“ He whips his head towards you. You look back with a sorry expression. 

“Baby, we kind of owe it to her. I’ve been a bad roommate. It’s just one night. We can handle it.” Your fingers brush against the backs of his hands, and he turns them over to catch yours in his grip. 

“C’mon. You guys cannot be serious. I’m like the unofficial third roommate in here. It’s like my home.” Steve says with a slight pout. You itch to run your thumb over his brows to smooth out the furrow between them. You almost waver. However, you catch Robin’s glare from the corner of your eye. 

You sigh and pull Steve in for a hug. He accepts despite his evident disappointment in your light betrayal. His arms wrap around you. You kiss his cheek. 

“Come to mine, then?” The words are muffled in your hair. His breath tickles your neck. 

“Your parents are home.” You run your fingers through the strands of his hair. 

“We don’t always have sex.” He says as he pulls out of your embrace. You sit back and give him a pointed look. Robin is giving him a similar one from over your shoulder. 

He exhales loudly and rubs his fingers over his eyes. 

“God, you both are so tragic. One night is not going to kill you.” Robin goes to usher Steve up and out of his chair. He struggles against her pushes and grip. She’s letting out curses under her breath and fights back. You follow the bumbling pair out into the living room. Robin is leading him to the front door. 

Once you reach the entryway, Robin pulls open the door and gestures with one hand to Steve. 

“Out, Harrington. If you please.” Robin impatiently taps on the metal. Steve turns towards you with pleading eyes. The puppy-eyed stare makes you weak, and you go to kiss him. Suddenly, Robin steps between you two. 

“Nuh-uh. You-“ She points to Steve. “Let’s go.” Gripping his shoulders, she turns him loosely. He twists his neck to look over her shoulder at you. 

“You’re not even gonna let me get a kiss goodbye?” Steve asks. 

“She’s too weak. You’re not winning this one, Steve.” She pushes him beyond the door into the hallway. “You’ll see her tomorrow.” Robin closes the door before he can respond. She is quick to latch the door. 

He slaps the door once, followed by his muted words. 

“Bye, baby. I really hate this! Like, really hate.” He groans. You hear him start to step away. 

“Bye, Stevie. I love you!” You yell. He responds instantly. 

“I love you, too!” His footsteps echo away down the hall. 

“Be still, my beating heart. You guys are the worst.” Robin says before clapping her hands. “Okay. Now, will you help me pick out an outfit for tonight?” 

“Of course, Rob. I’m all yours.” You beam at her and follow her into her room. 

A couple of hours pass as you help Robin get ready for her date. The majority of it was spent talking Robin off a ledge after every single outfit try-on. 

You place the finishing touches on her light makeup and step back to admire your work. You squeal and grin. Holding a small hand mirror up to Robin, she fluffs her hair and smiles. 

“You’re so good at that.” Robin sets down the mirror and does a quick turn. “Last check. Do I look okay?” 

“Yes, Rob. You look amazing. She’s a very lucky girl.” You reply easily. Robin pulls you into a quick hug. 

“I’ve got to go, or I’m gonna be late. Thank you for helping, and thank you for kicking Steve out. I know that must’ve been hard with your penchant for ooey gooey-ness around him.” She squeezes your shoulder gratefully. 

“It’s not a big deal. We can handle one night apart.” You shrug at her. You hope she believes your nonchalance. Luckily, her nerves make her gloss over your response. 

“Alright. I’m gone. Wish me luck!” She sings while opening the door. 

“You don’t need it. I’ll have earplugs ready for when you get back.” Your joke causes her to roll her eyes. She waves as she shuts the door. 

The silence envelopes you immediately. Steve’s absence in the space is apparent. You’re so used to him being here. It feels weird not to have him. 

An hour passes with not much to do. You’ve cooked dinner and are now flipping through tv channels in the living room.

You crave picking up the landline and dialing his number. You pick it up once and hesitate. You bite your lip and hover over the numbers. At the last minute, you decide to put it down. 

A shrill ringing startles you. You fumble to pick it up. Having a feeling about who could be on the other end. 

“Hello?” You answer. 

“Oh god. Hi, baby. I missed your voice. I miss you so much.” Steve’s rushed words flow through the receiver. 

You wished you could call him dramatic, but you’ve been in the same state as him for the past hour. 

“I miss you too, Steve. But, it’s okay. It’s only for tonight, and then I’ll see you tomorrow.” You twist the chord around your fingers. 

“It’s too long. There’s so much time between tomorrow and now.” He whines. 

You giggle. It’s a little nice to know that he’s struggling this much, even if you do hate it. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You can’t help the grin on your face. “Goodnight, Steve.” 

“Goodnight, angel. See you soon.” You can hear the smile through his words. 

Hanging up, you head to get ready for bed. It’s close to midnight now. Robin said they’d be catching a late showing at the theater, so you’d better make yourself scarce. 

You brush your teeth and slip into your pajamas. Steve’s shirt is your only chosen attire. 

As you settle into bed, you feel the emptiness of the sheets around you. You’re missing Steve’s warmth. 

Faintly, you hear a light tap to your right. You freeze for a moment before two quick taps follow. You instantly recognize the pattern. It is one that Steve often used when you started dating in high school, and he wanted to sneak in through your window. 

Smiling brightly, you bound over to the window and pulled back the lace curtains. You’re met with a gorgeous pair of brown eyes looking at you. Lifting the window, you press an immediate kiss to his plush lips. The fire escape rattles, causing him to pull away. 

“This thing can’t be up to code. Let me in, baby.” Steve stumbles inside before dusting off his coat. 

“What are you doing here? I told Robin you’d stay away.” You cross your arms and stare at him. 

“Well, if you look at the time, I did stay away. For a whole night. It’s tomorrow now.” Steve seems very pleased with his logic. He kicks off his shoes and lays his jacket on your desk chair. He’s quick to shed his shirt and pants before climbing into your bed. 

You stand by the window in disbelief. Scoffing, you pull the glass closed and walk to the bed. Kneeling on top of the sheets next to him, you peer down at Steve. He’s made himself very comfortable under the pink duvet. He stares up at you with a pleased smile. You take in his handsome features for a moment. His smile falters at your lack of response. 

“D-did you not want me here?” His voice stays steady, but the stumble in his words gives away his hurt. 

“No, not at all. I always want you with me.” You rush to calm his nerves. Your hands cradle his face, and you lean down to leave kisses all over it - a quick peck to his temple, cheeks, nose, and eyes. Anywhere you can reach. “Always.” 

He scrunches up and laughs. Capturing your lips with his, he brings you in for a long kiss. 

You moan lightly into his mouth. Your hands run through the soft strands of his hair. Giving a little tug, Steve moans. This allows you to deepen the kiss. Your tongue runs across his bottom lip. He’s quick to grant you access. 

As your make-out grows heavier, you shuffle over on top of him. Straddling him, you grind slightly into the bulge beneath his boxers. 

Steve whines into your mouth and pushes his hips up to meet yours. His hands run along your back and over your hips. He’s desperate to touch you wherever he can. You continue twisting your hips. The drag of your pussy over him feels incredible. 

You can feel him hot and heavy through his boxers. His whimpers send shocks of pleasure down your spine. 

A noise from outside pulls you apart and causes you to stop. The two of you listen. The front door opens and closes. You hear a pair of voices. Robin and her date are back. 

“Shit. She’s gonna murder me.” Steve looks up at you with wide eyes. 

You shake your head. “She’s busy. She won’t even know you were here.” You can hear the two of them in the kitchen. Laughter and clinking glasses. 

You debate your next move for a minute. You look down at Steve. He’s still hard under you. You’re throbbing and just as needy. 

Both of you are really pathetic. 

“She only asked us not to have sex. She didn’t say anything about touching each other.” You bite your lip as Steve nods. 

“Y-yeah, she didn’t specify anything.” He kisses you once, fingers already slipping down between the two of you. He presses into the damp spot on your underwear. 

He exhales lightly. “Fuck, you’re so wet. All this for me?” 

Rolling your hips into his hand, you nod. ”Mhm, Stevie. I missed you so much.” 

“My good girl. So perfect.” He slips his fingers past the elastic waistband. His fingers make contact with your clit. You jump a little. He rubs at you with precision. You bite your lip, and your head falls forward onto his shoulder. 

He slips a finger down and slips it briefly inside of you before pulling out. You gasp a little. 

Wanting to make him feel good, too, you lift your upper body and slip your hand into his boxers. He’s surprised and jolts into your touch. He bites his lip as well to hide a groan. You feel the beginning of it rumble deep in his chest. He thrusts two fingers into you and begins pumping. The curl of his fingers causes intense heat to pool at the base of your stomach. You begin to move your hips in tandem with his movements. 

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Ride my fingers.” Steve whispers against your cheek. You moan at his words. Your hand speeds up against his cock. You move up and down at a measured pace. Twisting your wrist as you reach his tip, you apply a bit more pressure. 

Your lips meet in a sloppy kiss. Your teeth clashing together as you pant into each other. Both of your hands are moving at the same time. 

Steve’s fingers pound and curl. His thumb comes up to rub your clit simultaneously. You choke on a moan. Your hand squeezes lightly around Steve. The action causes him to throw his head back into your pillows. You see the muscles in his neck strain as he holds in his sounds. You really wish you could hear him. 

Your hips buck into the other’s hand. The two of you find a perfect rhythm. Your highs are approaching rapidly. Steve’s breathing is heavy, and your muscles are tight. 

Little gasps and pants are all you allow. 

“I wish I were inside you. You feel so warm around my fingers. Always so tight and wet.” Steve’s dirty words make you bite down on his collarbone. 

His fingers speed up inside of you. You pump him faster. 

“I’m so close. Are you gonna come for me?” Steve pants. He curls his fingers just right. Stars explode behind your eyelids as you fall apart on top of him. Steve takes it in. He moves his fingers to gently rub your clit, prolonging your orgasm. Through the fog of your pleasure, you weakly continue moving your hand along the length of him. 

You apply more pressure. The slick sounds of your palm hitting his front echo the walls of your bedroom. 

“Fuck, yeah, you’re gonna make me come. I-“ His hand comes down to hold your wrist, as his orgasm rips right through him. “F-“ He straightens his lips into a single line to avoid making any noise. He spills across your knuckles. Some spurting onto his tense stomach. You watch as he comes down. Your breaths come out as soft pants. You remove your hands from each other’s underwear. He leans up to kiss you greedily. He sucks on your tongue lightly before pulling away. Rolling off of him, you grab a small towel from your dresser. You clean off your hand and his stomach. Once you’re done, you happily tuck yourself into his waiting arms. Steve presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 

You both bask in the afterglow for a moment before you hear creaking from the other side of the wall. Faint moans and rustling are quick to follow. Your hand flies up to cover your laugh. Steve looks down at you in amusement. 

“Huh. I guess the walls are pretty thin.” He laughs with you. 

The noises become repetitive. You reach into your bedside drawer and take out a pair of earplugs, handing one out to Steve. 

He takes it and places it into his ear, and you do the same. Lying back down, you’re facing each other now, noses almost touching. 

“Let’s move in together,” Steve says suddenly. 

“What?” You say startled. 

Steve smiles shyly and rubs your shoulder. 

“I’ve been thinking about it. I think we should move in together. I’m already with you all the time here. Robin seems ready for space, too. We wouldn’t have to worry about noise.” Steve shrugs like it makes all the sense in the world. And you are inclined to agree. “If you think that’s a good idea too, that is.” 

You reach up to hug him to you. “I love you, Steve.” He wraps his arms around you. 

“Is that a yes?” He questions with a chuckle. 

pairing: gator tillman x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

18+ smut mdni thigh riding, slight handjob, unprotected p in v sex (don’t do this!), finger sucking, creampie, dirty talk. 

a/n: a gator one this time! hope u like it <3

The slight wind chills you as you step out of the car. Your shoes echo as you make your way from the dark concrete to the linoleum floor. The harsh fluorescent lights are such a difference from the beautiful spring sun. You’ve never liked the Stark County police station. The place feels just as dirty as the workers inside. You did have a soft spot for a certain deputy. The very one whose lunch you carry in a brown paper bag. Walking through the double doors, you see an empty front desk. You set the bag down and peer around the corner. There you see him walking down the long grey hall.  

“Hi, pretty girl.” Gator smiles as he approaches. He lays a long kiss on your lips and wraps you in a hug. 

“Hey.” You happily accept his affection, wrapping your arms around his neck. It is rare for him to be this relaxed at the station. Often opting for a brief cheek kiss as a greeting. This is how you know Roy isn’t in today. Looking past Gator’s shoulder, you see the dark door in the distance. 

“Where’s Roy?” You ask as he holds your hand, beginning to lead you to the break room where you usually have your lunch together. 

“Had a call come in from Fargo. He went to check it. He’ll be gone until tomorrow, I think.” He squeezes your hand once. 

An idea sparks in the back of your mind. You stop abruptly, pulling Gator in the opposite direction. Roy’s office sat at the far left corner of the building. 

“Whoa, where are you going?” Gator stumbles after you, as you tug on his arm. 

Moving quickly, you reach your destination. Your hand grasps the cold silver handle, and the door pushes open with a creak. You smile triumphantly. Twirling around, you pull an open-mouthed Gator in behind you. 

“W-we really can’t be in-“ You cut him off with a rough kiss to his lips. You back him up into the door. Gator puts his hands up and pushes gently at your shoulders until your lips disconnect. You pout at him. 

“What are you doing, sweet girl? This is crazy. We can’t be in here at all. Dad’s gonna kill me if he finds out. We really shouldn’t be in here.” Gator’s words tumble out of his mouth. His hands pass over his overly styled hair. His anxiety rises the longer he stands in the dark room. 

“Baby, calm down. No one saw us. We can be quiet.” You trail kisses from his jaw to the front of his throat. Whispering reassurances out along his skin. You can feel his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. Moving his head back to give you more access, he grips your hips. You take the opportunity to press your body further into him. “You can be quiet, can’t you, Gator?” You lick up the length of his neck and suck at the spot beneath his ear that makes him let out a quiet moan. 

“We really shouldn’t.” Despite his words, he tangles a hand into your hair, tilting your head up to bring your lips together. You greedily accept. Gator licks into your mouth. His tongue running along yours. 

You bite his bottom lip lightly and release as you pull away. Gator’s pupils are blown wide as he pants lightly. 

“C’mon, baby.” You press a light kiss to his lips. “I want you so bad.” Another kiss lands. This one is slower. You savor the tremble of his hands at your waist. When you pull away, Gator’s face is in a daze. His hazel eyes focus on your mouth as it moves. “Roy will never know you fucked me here. Right here in his office. On his desk.” 

Gator lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck.” He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the door. 

“Doesn’t that sound good? Don’t you want to fuck me? You gonna make me beg for it?” You scratch your nails through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. 

Gator suddenly straightens and grabs at you, flipping you quickly. He pushes against you. You’re trapped between his broad body and the closed door. He props his knee up and positions his thigh up against you. The pressure is overwhelming. The harsh material of his cargo pants against the damp lace of your underwear creates delicious friction. You whimper as you grind into his thigh instantly. 

“Never, baby. You ain’t never have to beg me for anything.” His lips move from your cheek to the dip of your collar. Teeth gently teasing the skin. Gator grabs your waist and moves you down harder over his thigh. You rock back and forth with him controlling your pace. Pleasure is building quickly between your legs. You’re so worked up, it isn’t going to take long. 

“Oh, fuck.” You tuck your face into Gator’s neck. Fingers grasping the soft material of his shirt. 

“That’s it. Good girl.” His praise goes straight to your core. Your stomach clenches as your hips stutter. Gator is right there to help you. His hands never stop your movement. “So pretty, getting off on my thigh. I can’t wait to fuck you.” You bite into his shoulder to stop the sounds that are begging to come out of you. 

Gator lifts his head to kiss you. His lips swallow small moans of his name. Your clit catches against the seam of his pant pocket. You inhale sharply. 

“You gonna come for me? Let go. I’ve got you.” Gator breathes out. His hand comes up to your tits, groping you through the light material. 

“Gator, I’m gonna- I’m-“ Gator tenses his thigh against you, pulling you down harder. Your orgasm hits you hard. The feeling travels through your body as you arch into him. You throw your head back and bite your lip so hard it hurts. Gator cradles the back of your head before it can hit the door. 

“Fuck. You’re so pretty.” Gator presses sweet kisses against your temple and cheeks. You shudder as you come down. Pulling back, Gator looks at you with a loving expression. His thumb rubbing against your cheekbone. He kisses you gently. You kiss him back with more force. Your hands are pawing at the front of his shirt, trying to bring him in even closer. 

“I want you, Gator. Please.” You whine into his mouth. Licking the roof of it before pulling away. 

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” He shoots you a look as his hand comes down beside you. The lock clicks into place. 

You giggle as you move over to sit on the large desk. It is clean of everything. The environment of the office is almost sterile. You spread your legs to accommodate Gator between them. He smirks before leaning down and pulling your underwear off in one quick motion. You barely get the chance to lift your hips to help. He kisses you harshly. You run your hands over his chest. What you wouldn’t give to see his skin. You’d have to savor it when he gets home later. Your hand presses against the tent in his pants. You massage it for a moment, savoring the grunt that leaves Gator. You are quick to unbuckle his pants and pull down the zipper. The eagerness in your movements is palpable. Gator lets out a laugh that gets strangled as you pull him out of his briefs and immediately begin stroking. His pre-cum makes the movement easier. He bites his knuckles to suppress his moans. He bucks into your hand as you increase pressure along the tip of him. 

“Are you ready, baby? We haven’t got much time. They’re gonna notice I’m gone.” He says between little gasps. 

You nod, releasing him and leaning back to create more space. You lift your dress enough to give Gator the best view of you. He takes a second to admire you before stepping between your spread legs. He grasps himself in his hand to position himself at your entrance. He pushes in slowly. The stretch of him is something you never want to get used to. Both of you let out moans upon the action. Gator’s eyes are stuck to where the two of you meet. He watches as your pussy stretches around him. 

“You’re taking me so well.” Gator picks up his pace, thrusting hard and fast. 

“You’re so big. Making me feel good.” You babble out between harsh thrusts. The desk beneath you shakes and groans with the wild movements. The wet sounds between you two echo slightly in the space. One particularly hard thrust has you clenching down on Gator, causing a loud moan to escape his lips. Your hand flies to cover his mouth. His eyes widen as he looks down at you. You tense for a moment, but Gator keeps his hips moving slowly. His thrusts are shallow and quick. You can feel the exhale from his nose against the back of your hand. You go to pull your hand away, but Gator grabs your wrist. You furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion. Slowly, he maneuvers your hand until the tips of your fingers are against his lips. He licks the pads on your fingers before he envelops three of them in his mouth. He sucks on them briefly before biting down lightly at the knuckles. You moan outwardly and jerk your hips up to meet his heavy thrusts.

The collision of your bodies becomes frantic as you both near your orgasms. Your fingers in Gator’s mouth do enough to keep his sounds muffled. You are having trouble keeping silent. Small whimpers and moans escaped with every shove. Gator’s hand slides between the two of you. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your sensitive clit that’s covered in both of you. The slickness makes it hard for Gator to maneuver, but he finds a quick and fast rhythm nonetheless. He rubs tight circles that make your eyes roll back. You can feel yourself building. The feeling in your body grows from bottom to top. Gator continues pushing in and out of you. 

“Fuck, I’m- Are you close?” You asks. The words come out in punches. 

Gator nods and moans around your fingers. You bring your arm around his shoulders, pulling him down onto you. You press your lips near his ear to whisper. 

“Come for me, baby. I wanna feel your come inside me.” Gator’s reaction to your words is instantaneous. He crumbles and gasps. Your fingers fall out of his mouth, and you grasp at his arms. His hips stutter as he comes deep inside of you. The feeling of him filling you up, coupled with his still-moving fingers on your wrecked clit has you following him right over the edge. Two high moans escape you. Gator continues thrusting you through your highs. His pace grows slower and slower until he gently stops. His forehead is on your shoulder. His breathing is quick. You’re in no better state, as you struggle to catch your breath. 

Reaching up, you rub circles on his upper back. The muscles underneath your hand relax. 

With a deep inhale of you, Gator stands and slowly pulls out of you. You both hiss at the overstimulation. 

Gator bites back a moan as he sees the combination of the two of you seep out onto your skin. 

He tucks himself into his pants and walks to grab tissues. He kneels down and begins cleaning gently between your legs. You watch in silence as he cleans you up. When he’s done, he leaves a kiss on the inside of your knee. 

Much to your dismay, he takes the soiled tissues and stuffs them into his pocket. 

“Ew, Gator. That’s so gross.” You sit up and push him away, so you can stand. 

“Gross? Please. I cannot risk throwing those out in here.” He scoffs and helps you straighten out your dress. Once it falls into its original place, he reaches around to give you a firm squeeze on the ass.

“Insatiable, I’m saying. I didn’t even get to have lunch.” He says with a glare. 

“You’ll live.” You pat the side of his cheek and give him a sweet peck as you step towards the door. 

You catch a glimpse of pink against the grey carpet. The material is flimsy in your grip as you pick it up. 

You walk back over to Gator and slip them into his pocket. 

“Can’t forget these.” You lean up and kiss his lips one more time. “See you at home. If you’re lucky, you might get me as dessert before dinner.” 

pairing: kurt kunkle x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k

18+ smut mdni fem masturbation, oral (fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk. 

a/n: hii! this is my first fic on here. i couldn’t stop thinking about kurt, so this was born. he’s pretty ooc here. i feel like he’d definitely be more pathetic in bed, but let’s suspend our disbelief for this. let me know what you think if you do read! thank youuu xx

Kurt has been streaming for over 2 hours at this point. You’re lying in bed, wearing only his t-shirt and boxers. The book in your hand has stopped keeping you occupied for the better half of an hour. Setting it aside, you turn your focus to Kurt’s side profile. Illuminated by the soft light, he looks perfect. The slope of his nose. The furrow between his brows. The screen flickers and causes shadows to dance across his features. He abruptly curses and bites his lip. The action brings your attention to the plump, spit-slicked, pink pair. A sliver of his tongue peaks out as he focuses. A jolt of desire passes through your spine. You begin to absentmindedly trace your fingers down between your breasts to your stomach. Kurt whines as he misses a shot, causing more heat to spread between your thighs. You lift your hips up a bit to slide the checkered shorts off, leaving you in a black lace pair of underwear. The shift causes Kurt to turn towards you. He takes in your appearance, pauses the game, and covers the mic. 

“You okay, baby?” He asks as he tilts his head to the side. 

“Yeah, honey, I’m okay. I just miss you is all.” You respond, still tracing circles around your belly button. 

Kurt knows you well enough to know what you want. Your flushed expression and wandering hands make it obvious. He can feel his breath hitch and heart rate rise. 

“Do you want me to stop the game? Just say the word.” His fingers hover over the keyboard, ready to exit. He’s ready to get on his knees for you in the next second. 

Your sweet voice pulls him out of his thoughts. “No, baby. Don’t worry about it. Go ahead and finish.” Despite your words, your right hand lifts under your shirt and disappears towards your chest. The other hand stays over and traces around your nipple that has become visible through the cotton. 

His stomach pulls, and he closes his eyes to take a deep breath. Kurt looks like he is in pain. You suppress a giggle that quickly turns into a quiet moan as you touch your body. 

Kurt’s eyes open to take you in. “Baby, you’re killing me.” He whispers. 

“Keep playing, Kurt. Want you to win. Be a good boy and finish the game.” You lift your upper body and slip the shirt over your head. This exposes you completely to Kurt. You’re an angel in the flesh. Your nipples react to the cold air, and his mouth begs for a taste. His jaw drops as saliva pools under his tongue. 

“You heard me, Kurt. Keep playing.” You cover your breasts and tweak your nipples. It physically pains Kurt to pull his attention away from you to the game. He resumes playing, but keeps glancing at you sideways. 

You keep your eyes on him. He is not totally focused on his game. His fingers slow on the controller. You can hear his curse under his breath a few times. It’s not hard to imagine the stream’s comments on his poor performance. 

Your hand slips under your waistband. The wetness that has gathered is not a surprise. Kurt is so pretty. You run your fingers across your wet folds, avoiding your clit at first. Kurt has his attention fully on you, not noticing his consistent death on the screen. 

“You’ve got to focus if you want to win, baby boy.” You chide his way. Kurt blinks and swallows, nodding and turning back. You can see the tent that has formed in his grey sweatpants. A small wet patch is beginning to spread. This realization rips a moan out of you. Your fingers move towards your clit. Rubbing broad circles. You bite your lip and keep your focus on him. He makes eye contact. You don’t reprimand him this time. Your fingers speed up across your bud. Pleasure licks up your spine. Your back arches up as you roll your hips into your hand. 

Red flashes on the screen signaling a game over. Kurt could not care less. Even as the comments flow criticizing him. 

“Come here.” The second the words leave your bitten lips, Kurt fumbles with the computer’s power button and trips over himself to get to the edge of the bed. 

You throw your head back with a laugh and caress the side of his face. He nuzzles into your palm, then turns to kiss your wrist. 

“I love you.” You say to him earnestly. 

Kurt’s eyes sparkle, and he grins at you. “I love you more.” He pushes up to capture your top lip in a bruising kiss. You run your tongue along his. It’s a fevered and messy kiss. You pull away first. Kurt lets out a small whimper and chases you. Your hand stops him at his chest. 

You bring your fingers out of your underwear and lift them towards him. Your fingers gleam under the warm light from his bedside lamp. Kurt is on them in an instant. Tongue curling around the tips. He lets out a deep groan as the taste of you hits him. He makes a show of taking your fingers in. A whimper escapes you, causing Kurt to jolt against the side of the bed. He lets you go with a pop. A string of saliva connecting from his lips to your fingers. His tongue comes out to lick it up. Kurt shuffles up onto the bed while kissing you once again. He is desperate and uncoordinated. He trails kissed across your cheek, down the side of your neck. He licks and sucks. You can’t control the moans spilling out of you. 

“Let me make you feel good, please.” He whispers into your ear. He takes your earlobe between his lips and suckles. “I’ve been a good boy for you, haven’t I?” He presses another to your pulse. “I deserve it. I’ve been such-“ He bites into your neck “-a good boy.”

“Fuck, baby. Yeah, make me feel good. Such a good boy for me.” Your hands pull at the strands of his hair. You bring him into another heated kiss. He moans into your mouth. Lips tangling with yours. You feel his hands come up to your chest. His fingers are groping as he traps your nipple between his fingers. You arch into him and whine. Kurt bites your lip. He trails kisses down your throat, across your collarbone to your breast. He licks around your nipple at first before taking it into his mouth. You scratch his scalp, and he whines into your skin. He sucks and sucks. His tongue comes out to flick against the sensitive bud. You moan and writhe at his ministrations. 

“So good, baby. Making me feel so good.” You praise him. Kurt pops off to move across your chest to bathe the other one in similar attention. 

“Yeah? I always wanna make you feel good. My best girl.” He licks the sweat off your skin. “Can I eat you out? Let me taste that sweet pussy.” He presses sweet kisses onto your sternum as he stares up, waiting for your answer. 

You nod at him. “Yes. Yes. Please, Kurt. I want you so bad.” Kurt grins and immediately settles between your legs. His fingers grip the sides of your underwear, pulling them off. A whimper escapes him as he takes in your glistening folds. 

“All of this for me, baby. I’m so lucky. You’re so gorgeous.” He wastes no time licking a broad stripe up your pussy. Moaning into the wet skin. He pushes his face further, nearly smothering himself. You moan and jolt your hips into his face. His nose catches your clit, pulling a hiccuped groan from your lips. Kurt’s tongue laps at your entrance before coming up to focus on your clit. He pulls the bud between his lips and sucks harshly. Your fingers tangle themselves in his locks and pull. He whines into you. Lips still sucking, he flicks his tongue over you. You’re being so loud, but you don’t have it in you to be worried. Kurt brings one hand to your pussy. He traces your entrance before pushing two thick fingers into you. You moan loudly at the intrusion. Kurt’s other hand comes up to your breast. He pulls and tweaks your nipple. The triple sensation of his hands and tongue has your head spinning. You can feel the bed moving beneath you. Glancing down, you’re met with the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen. Kurt has his eyes closed. Licking at you like a man starved. You can see the muscles in his biceps flex as he works his fingers in and out of you. The veins in his hand that hold your breast. You bring your hand to his and thread your fingers together. He squeezes your hand back. You can see him thrusting his lower half into the plush of his mattress. 

His fingers curl inside of you, hitting a spot you can never reach yourself. 

“Fuck. Kurt. Right there, baby.” You pant as you feel pressure building low in your stomach. He doubles down on his efforts. Sucking harder and fucking his fingers into you deeper. 

“Fuck. I’m gonna-“ A moan tumbles out. “I’m gonna come, baby.” Your upper body lifts as you curl into yourself. Kurt moans loudly into you. 

“Go ahead, baby. Come over my tongue. I wanna taste all of you.” He sucks at your clit with reverence. His whimpers are getting smothered into your skin. His fingers continue curling and pumping. With one final well-placed suck coinciding with a deep curl of his fingers, the band in your stomach snaps. Your high washes over you as you jerk into Kurt. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his face. He continues to lick at you, prolonging the pleasure coursing through your veins. You’re vaguely aware of his fast humping and whines through the ringing in your ears. Kurt pulls away and buries his face into your inner thigh. His breath is hot against you as he pants and whines. His fingers do not stop as he spills into his sweatpants. 

Moments of heavy breaths and sighs pass between you. You run your fingers through Kurt’s hair. Eyes closed in bliss. Kurt nuzzles into your thigh. You look down at him. You can see the shine of you on the lower half of his face. He pulls his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth. Licking them clean as he moves up to the head of the bed to join you. 

You settle your head onto his chest. Your hand moves under his shirt. His chest hair is coarse under your fingertips. You drag through it. 

“That was really good, Kurt.” You say as you turn to look up at him. He preens under your praise. 

“You’re so good, baby. So sweet. I came in my sweatpants just from tasting you. So embarrassing.” His cheeks flush a light pink. You giggle and press a kiss to one cheek. Turning your head down, you see the large dark grey patch staining his sweatpants. 

“Not embarrassing, honey. You’re so hot.” You bite your lip and run your fingers down his happy trail. Relishing in the jolt of his stomach. You run your fingers over the slight budge under the patch. 

“Think you can fuck me? I want you inside me, Kurt baby.” You kiss up his neck. 

“You’re gonna kill me. You’re really going to kill me.” Kurt strains. You twist your body up and over his to straddle him. 

“You’re in for a long night, baby.” You feel his fingers grip your hips. Already feeling his hardness growing underneath you.