(djo’s version)

You look at the clock on your nightstand and move to grab a bag and some essentials to bring with you. Money, keys, lipgloss fit neatly inside before you make your way downstairs. It’s 7:25 which means Steve will be here shortly.

As if conjured by your mind, his car pulls into the driveway the moment you get downstairs. He’s quick to run out of his car and jog up the driveway to ring your doorbell. Your stomach somersaults in place as you look down at your clothes —a cute dress styled with a sweater and leggings to fend off the cold. Then with a deep breath you walk to the door and open it to find Steve beaming on the other side.

He looks beautiful and pink cheeked from the cold November air. His hair is perfect like always, so is the smile he gives you when he meets your eyes. The hand he runs through his hair the only clue that he’s feeling the same nerves accelerating your heartbeat.

“Hi Stevie.” You breath out.

“Babe, you look beautiful.” He smiles, pulling you into a big hug. You shiver as the cold air outside clashes with the warmth you can feel through Steve’s jacket. His arms are around your shoulders, his green bomber jacket smells as wonderfully as he does.

“ Thank you.”  You murmur as you step back;  feeling  shy under his observant gaze but glowing from within at his compliment. “I like this jacket on you,”  You grin loving the way his eyes soften

“I’ll wear it more then.” He winks before offering his hand to you. “Come on, let’s get you out of the cold.”

Your hands tingle where you touch and you can’t help but smile widely at the way Steve seems to feel it too. You separate at the passenger door which he opens before joining you inside. “It’s a little early but I wanted to avoid the line at the concession stand.”

“I don’t mind that it’s early.” You glance over at him. “You can tell me what you did while I was away, I doubt it was as uneventful as FV.”

“Mustache dude wasn’t eventful for you?” He jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“Sure, Stevie.” You concede, then shove at his shoulder lightly. “Come on.”

“Okay, I tell you one thing and you tell me something from your family reunion.”

“Deal.” You offer him your hand and steve takes it with his free one; then  shakes it once but doesn’t let go. “You start.”

“Okay…” Steve draws out the word, recalling something to tell you. “Oh, Dustin tried to teach me that dungeons game; didn’t work out.” There’s a smile on his voice that brings forth one of your own.

“What why?” you turn slightly on your seat, curious to know what happened.

“Blame Henderson. He didn’t explain the rules well enough then complained I wasn’t playing right.”

The outrage in his voice makes you laugh, a full belly laugh that has you leaning back on your sit. Steve’s hand tightens its hold on yours, like he’s happy he made you laugh. “Learning a new game is always complicated, I regret it the moment they explain the rules.”

Steve laughs. “Oh I regretted it alright. Come on, now you tell me something.”

“Alright, I… almost broke my arm?” You say tentatively, flinching at the memory. “I was climbing a tree and–”

“Babe, why were you even climbing a tree.” Steve’s eyebrows are knitted together in concern. “Did you get it checked?”

“Stevie, I was just so bored!” You groan, staring at the car’s ceiling for a minute. “My older cousins started climbing this tree in the backyard and I tried to, but I lost my footing.”

“And you fell on your arm?” Steve asks, worry pouring out in every word.

“Yeah, but I got it checked out by this doctor my aunt knows and he says it’s okay.” You reassure him, turning sideways to face him again. “It doesn’t even hurt.”

“Honey.” Steve sighs, his eyes glancing at you. You meet them with as much reassurance that you can offer.

“I’m okay.” You whisper, smiling at the furrow of his eyebrows. And because you can help it you hold both of his hands in yours. “Don’t worry. Now you say something else.”

Steve shakes his head, kissing your hand before nodding. “I spilled Keith’s coffee the other day at work.”

“Did he kill you?” You ask with a frown knowing Steve’s manager isn’t very fond of him.

“Sadly, yes.” He nods, keeping a serious face for a few seconds before you laugh and he starts to laugh with you. “You missed the funeral.”

You shake your head, reeling back your emotions so they’re not so easily read on your face but unable to keep it from coating your words. “I missed you, Steve.”

Out the corner of your eye, you see the drive-in theater in the distance when Steve looks at you and smiles; a soft thing you realize is just for you. “I missed you too.”

There are already many cars at the drive-in when you make your way into the lot. There are fairy lights hanging from the trees, a concession stand, the big white screen and a marquee showing the romcom double feature. Dirty Dancing and The Princess Bride.

“Stevie.” You turn to him as he drives to a secluded spot. “I love these movies!”

“Babe, I told you they were playing your favourites.” His smile is beaming, pleased with his idea of inviting you before he gets out of the car to open the door for you. You shiver as you step out but Steve’s quick to throw his arm around your shoulder. His warmth is immediate, and you don’t feel as cold while walking to the concessions stand. “Don’t tell me you didn’t believe me.”

“I did but I didn’t know they were from my top three!” You look up at him, feeling happier than you can put into words. “Thank you.”

He shakes his head, opening his mouth to say something until the lady at the counter calls both of you to order. Like he said, there are barely any people buying popcorn yet. “What do you want, babe?”

“Popcorn and soda are fine.” You say after looking at the menu and smelling the buttery popcorn in the air. “You?”

“The same.” Steve nods, then turns to order. He looks at you again as the lady, Jade as her nametag reads, gets to work filling a popcorn bucket. He sees the way you shiver because of the weather and wraps his arms around your waist. Your chest is pressed flushed to his, and you have to look up to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to thank me for the movies, you know I’d do anything for you.”

Cold suddenly forgotten, you feel a rush of warmth flood you from head to toe. It makes you melt against Steve’s touch and focus only on him. The warm lighting from the concession stand making his eyes sparkle beautifully and you become extremely aware of how close his face is to yours. Then his hand brushes gently against your cheek –just like yours had done earlier in the day– and you’re not sure how this is all so easy between the two of you. Easy to be so close, easy to get lost in his eyes instead of looking away, easy to lean closer because his gaze drops to your lips.

It's also easy to forget you have an audience.

Until Jade clears her throat loudly, looking impatient for the two of you to pay and get back to the car. It makes you laugh, not feeling embarrassed as Steve kisses your temple instead and lets go of you to reach for his wallet. Once he insists on paying and leaves Jade a tip inside the tip jar, he takes your hand with a smile and leads the two of you back to his car. You don’t know what to say, you’d been so close to kissing him you’re not sure you can speak. So heart hammering inside your chest you lean your cheek on his shoulder, silently communicating your affection and hoping Steve knows what you mean.

He's careful with the popcorn bucket as he opens the door for you again before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the engine. A few moments later, warm air begins to flow out of the vents and you make sure to warm your hands in front of them.

“That better?” Steve smiles at you as he sets down the popcorn on the dashboard and makes sure it stays put.

You nod silently. Nerves take over you again but you push past them. “Stevie?”

His answering hum tells you to go on, so you do. “Is this a date?”

Steve’s lips part in a beautiful smile, its charm tuned down by bashfulness. It makes your heartbeat settle into a steady pace as you smile back. “It is.”

“So what happened back there…”

“What? Me wanting to kiss you?” His voice is lower now, the simple mentioning of the kiss changing the air between you. When you nod, he reaches for your hand. “I’ve been…”

You squeeze his hand when he stops himself, encouraging him to talk to you because your brain has turn into a loop of his voice saying: Me wanting to kiss you.

“I’m crazy about you.” He shakes his head, eyes turning soft as they never leave yours. “And I’ve wanted to tell you so many times, but I didn’t know if I should.”

“What changed?” You ask, a whisper between the two of you.

“The way you looked at me changed.” Steve smiles, moving his hand to hold your cheek. “It was the same way I look at you.”

You look away in embarrassment, but he brings your gaze back to his with a gentle touch. “Four days away from you and I forgot how to hide that I’m in love with you.”

“I’m glad you did.” Steve shakes his head beaming before his eyes flick down to your mouth. “Because now I can stop hiding it too.”

His words fill your stomach with a million butterflies, and your fingers tingle in anticipation. Steve leans closer to you, until your breath mingles between you, until the thrumming of your heart is so loud, he’s sure to notice. He hesitates, meeting your eyes in a silent question.

You smile, heartbeat calming down. This is Steve, your best friend, the one you love and as it turns out, loves you back. “You can kiss me.” Your voice is a quiet whisper but it’s enough for Steve to close the distance between you and allow your lips to meet for the first time.

The first brush of lips is so gentle it makes a pleasant shiver go down your spine, a shaky breath leaving you. Steve feels it and his thumb caresses your cheek just as softly before he moves his hand to your jaw as he kisses you again. This time though, he presses against your lips a little harder than before, angling your faces to kiss you better and open you up to him. He licks your bottom lip, humming in appreciation when a noise gets caught in the back of your throat and one of your hands goes to his hair.

And just like earlier, it’s easy. Easy for him to make you melt against him, to feel his emotions pouring into each caress of his mouth on yours. Easy for Steve to know exactly how to kiss you, scrape his teeth against your lips and smile against the corner of your mouth when you do. It’s better than you could’ve ever wished for; new but still familiar. It leaves you dizzy but happier than you’ve ever been.

You’re so lost in each other you don’t realize the first movie has started to play until you part and see that your faces are both illuminated by the big screen in the front of the lot. It brings a laugh out of you and soon enough Steve is laughing with you. You’ve seen Dirty Dancing enough times to know it only just started playing, so you turn to Steve.

“We haven’t missed much.” You inform him, beaming at the way his lips look very much kissed.

Steve shakes his head, like he can’t believe what you’re saying. For a moment you think it’s about the movie but soon realize he’s just feeling the same bubbly disbelief you’re feeling too. “You’re so beautiful.” He says, voice soft and eyes adoring.

You smile, feeling shy but too joyful to look away from him. Not knowing what to say and buzzing with electricity from his words and kisses you press your forehead against his. “Steve.”

He only hums, eyes closed and nose brushing yours in a silent question. “I know you said not to thank you but thank you.”

He smiles, blinking his eyes open and kissing the corner of your mouth. “I love you, I’m glad it was a good idea.”

“You can never go wrong with a romcom Stevie.”

“More like with your crush on Patrick Swayze.” Steve rolls his eyes, nothing but love shining through them. He motions to the screen as if to prove his point.

You shake your head, not holding back the smile that inevitably comes to your face. You’re on a date, he loves you, he kissed you. By the look on Steve’s face, he’s thinking the same thing. “And my crush on you.”

“Babe.” He Steve groans, looking at the ceiling. “You can’t make me want to kiss you again, you’ll miss the movie.”

“I think you can give me one more.” You lean close, loving the way Steve gravitates towards you. “They haven’t danced yet.”

Steve grins and the second kiss is even better than the first one.  

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“Stop crying, I’m back.” You say loudly, as Steve is nowhere to be found at the checkout counter.

There’s a loud crash and the sound of boxes falling coming from the back room before hurried steps announce Steve. “Oh my god!” Steve’s smile is star bright, lighting up his whole face and wrinkling the corners of his eyes. His arms are wide open as he all but runs towards you with you meeting him halfway.

A pleased laugh leaves you as Steve squeezes you to him and spins you around. You let yourself close your eyes and soak in the warmth and affection coming from him, you’ve missed him so much. He puts you back down on the ground but doesn’t let go. “You’re never leaving for so long again!” Steve laughs next to your ear, and so do you.

“I’m guessing my surprise worked.” You grin, stepping back and meeting his eyes. Your eyes take in every detail even though you’ve already memorized his face. He’s wearing the pair of jeans that drive you crazy and a cozy soft green sweatshirt that brings out his brown eyes. You need to stop staring.

“You lied to me.” Steve rolls his eyes but pulls you into another quick hug. “How was the trip?

“So bad, Stevie.” You groan, walking towards the counter and leaning against it. “Aunt Fran thinks TV makes you crazy and doesn’t allow radios in her house!”

Steve laughs loudly at this and though you try to frown and be serious you can’t; the sound fills your chest like a helium balloon, full of so much love for the boy in front of you. “You can’t be serious.”

“Stevie, I’m not joking around!” You cross your arms, groaning miserably at the ceiling. “I couldn’t listen to music for four days!”

“Babe, what happened to you Walkman?” Steve’s eyebrows meet in the middle as he leans sideways against the counter, facing you.

You bite the inside of your cheek and look away from him. “I might have accidentally stepped on it, accidentally, and now it’s a bit broken.”

Steve’s hand pushing some hair away from your face is what brings your gaze back to him. He’s smiling, “You really shouldn’t listen to music lying on the floor, you always leave your Walkman there.”

Body burning and heart hammering you shrug as nonchalantly as you can. “I’m sure I can bribe Dustin to fix it.” When Steve chuckles you change the topic. “How were things while I was gone?”

“Boring.” Steve blows some air through pursed lips, shoulders hunching as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, but moustache dude was here on Saturday.”

“No!” A loud belly laugh leaves you at the news. Moustache dude as you call him is this random old man that comes by to rent old westerns, a big moustache under his nose that he combs constantly. Every few minutes to be exact. It’s a weird moustache and kind of greasy, which overall is gross. Ever since you were here one day and had to hide behind the counter to laugh, Steve gets the giggles when he pulls out the tiny comb from his pocket.

“He was out the door fairly quickly, I guess he wanted to see you.” Steve jokes, smiling softly as you finish laughing. “Maybe I should grow a moustache like that.”

“Stevie, no.” Your giggles are cut short and replaced with horror. “Don’t even joke about it.”

Steve scoffs, pretending to be offended. “You don’t think I can grow a moustache like that?”

“’Course you can.” You shake your head. “It wouldn’t suit you is all, your face is pretty as it is.”

To your horror, you bring a hand up to his face and you thumb traces the tiny bit of stubble along his jaw. “It’s nice like this.” You blame your poor schooling of your feelings during the four Steve-less days; your heart has taken the reins for a second as your eyes linger on the pretty moles and freckles on his cheek. Then as if electrocuted you put your hand back to your side. “But, it’s your call. Maybe moustache dude needs a friend.”

“Maybe.” Steve’s tone is far away and indecipherable but gives you no time to panic that you made things weird because he grins softly at the floor. His hand comes up to scratch his chin as his eyes meet yours. “You know, there’s going to be a rom-com double feature at the drive in tonight. I was kinda bummed because you were gonna miss it. But now that you’re here…”

“Yeah?” You prompt, heart climbing up to your throat; this sounds like a date, you think.

“Would you like to go? They’re playing your favourites.” Steve smiles before looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I have so many favourite rom-coms, Stevie.” You smile at him, taking a step closer.

“Definitely from your top five.” He looks down at you, happy just from the sight of you. It makes you feel electricity underneath your skin. “So, what do you say?”

“What time are you picking me up?” You ask in confirmation, loving the way his face lights up.

“7:30.” He says after he clears his throat.

“Sounds perfect.” You nod, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “I umm– should leave you to fix that mess in the back room.”

“Yeah, um… yeah.” Steve nods stepping closer to you and pulling you in for a goodbye hug. “See you later, then.”

“Bye, Stevie.” You smile, pulling away from the hug and walking backwards towards the door. It’s only when you round the corner out of view from FV, that you let yourself celebrate; you don’t know that Steve is doing the same.

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Part 2

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You notice it properly one rainy Thursday night in his bedroom.

The windows are cracked just enough to let cool air drift through the room, carrying the smell of wet pavement and summer rain. Somewhere outside, thunder rolls softly across Hawkins while Steve kisses you against the edge of his mattress, one hand curved carefully around your waist.

You pull back just enough to murmur, “Hey.”

Steve chases after your mouth instinctively before catching himself halfway there.

“Hm?”

“Slow down.”

The words clearly catch him off guard.

Steve blinks once, hands still settled warm against your waist. “What?”

You smile slightly despite yourself, brushing your thumb softly beneath his jaw.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“This.” Your hand trails lightly down his arm. “Acting like you’re being timed.”

A faint line appears between Steve’s eyebrows immediately.

“I just thought we were-”

“We are.”

You kiss him again before he can spiral into apologising for something he hasn’t actually done wrong.

Slower this time.

Careful enough that he has to feel it.

Steve makes a quiet sound against your mouth - soft and startled, like the gentleness caught him off guard - and something warm and painful pulls tight beneath your ribs.

The real thing reveals itself quietly after that.

Steve Harrington is very good at taking care of people. He remembers how everybody likes their coffee. Notices when someone’s cold before they do. Gives pieces of himself away so naturally he probably doesn’t even realise he’s doing it anymore.

But the second somebody tries to hand that tenderness back to him, he gets almost shy about it.

You guide him backwards slowly until the backs of his knees hit the mattress.

“There,” you murmur softly. “Better.”

Steve looks at you with an expression that suddenly feels much younger than the rest of him. Not nervous exactly. Just unaccustomed to being handled this carefully.

“You’re being weirdly nice to me,” he says suspiciously.

You laugh under your breath. “That’s a horrible thing to say to your girlfriend.”

“No, I mean-” Steve runs a hand awkwardly through his hair. “Usually you’re the one getting taken care of.”

“And?”

“And…” His shoulders lift faintly in another helpless shrug. “I dunno.”

“Steve,” you say quietly, “when’s the last time you actually relaxed?”

Steve snorts immediately. “Probably 1984.”

“Be serious.”

“I am serious.”

You stare at him for a second before both of you start laughing softly.

The tension loosens after that. Only slightly, but enough.

Steve’s shoulders drop beneath your hands while your fingers continue moving lazily through his hair. He closes his eyes for barely a second at the feeling before catching himself doing it.

Interesting.

“You like that?” you ask softly.

Steve opens one eye immediately. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Use that voice like you’re discovering something.”

Your smile widens. “I am discovering something.”

Steve groans quietly while you scratch lightly against his scalp again.

His entire body visibly relaxes.

“Oh my god,” you whisper dramatically. “You’re basically a rescue dog.”

“Wow.”

“You are.”

Steve tries rolling his eyes, but it loses some impact when he’s actively leaning into your hand now.

“There he is,” you murmur softly.

Something in Steve’s expression changes at that. Tiny and fleeting, but noticeable. Like the affection in your voice hit him harder than expected.

You kiss him again, carefully, slower than before, and this time Steve follows your pace automatically. His hands still twitch occasionally like instinct keeps trying to pull him back into urgency, but every time he starts rushing ahead, you guide him back down again.

A hand against his jaw.

Fingers through his hair.

A kiss slow enough to feel deliberate.

Gradually, Steve starts melting beneath it.

You can read him everywhere if you know where to look - in the hitch of his breathing, the way his eyes flutter shut when your nails scrape lightly against the nape of his neck, the quiet sounds he tries unsuccessfully to swallow whenever you touch him somewhere sensitive.

The calmer he gets, the softer he becomes.

Not grasping now. Not hurried.

Just warm hands sliding beneath your shirt to feel your skin. His thumb drifting absentmindedly along your waist while he kisses you like there’s nowhere else he needs to be.

At some point he just… looks at you.

Really looks at you.

“What?” you murmur.

Steve shakes his head once, gaze still fixed on your face.

“Nothin’.”

“That’s a lie.”

His mouth twitches faintly. “You’re just really pretty.”

Your stomach flips embarrassingly hard.

“Steve.”

“I’m serious.” His fingertips brush beneath your jaw now, mirroring the way you touched him earlier. “You’re always taking care of everybody too, and somehow you still…” He shrugs slightly. “Look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

His expression softens.

“Like I’m worth being gentle with.”

The air leaves your lungs all at once.

God.

There he is.

You kiss him before he can look away.

Slow, lingering.

Your hand settles against his cheek while Steve sinks gradually backwards onto the mattress beneath you, one arm wrapping around your waist like he wants to keep you there.

“You know what your problem is?” you murmur softly against his mouth.

Steve looks mildly offended already. “Excuse me?”

“You think love only counts when you’re giving it.”

Something fragile flickers briefly across his face.

You smooth your thumb beneath his eye.

“But you’re allowed to have it too, honey.”

Steve goes very still beneath you.

Then, quietly, “Oh.”

Your chest aches.

You kiss him again before he can retreat into embarrassment, letting your hands drift slowly over him without urgency now. Every time he starts trying to touch you more than letting himself simply exist in the moment, you pull him gently back down again.

“Relax,” you murmur at one point, fingers brushing through his hair.

“I am relaxed.”

“You’re flexing every muscle in your body.”

Steve pauses.

“…shit.”

You laugh softly and kiss him before he can get embarrassed about that too.

Slow at first. Patient. Your hands stay gentle where they move across him, fingertips dragging through his hair, down the warm skin of his neck, over his shoulders where tension still sits stubbornly beneath the surface.

Steve keeps trying to kiss you harder. Instinctively reaching for more every time things soften too much, like he doesn’t quite know what to do with tenderness unless it’s swallowed immediately by hunger.

“There you go,” you murmur softly against his mouth when his breathing finally starts slowing again.

Steve exhales shakily through his nose.

His hands slide beneath your shirt, warm and slightly restless against your skin, but even now he’s still touching you more than letting himself be touched.

You notice immediately.

So you shift carefully into his lap, knees settling either side of his hips while Steve looks up at you with that same slightly dazed expression he’s been wearing ever since you told him to slow down.

“Hi,” you whisper.

His hands instinctively settle at your waist.

“…hi.”

You smile softly before kissing him again, slower this time, letting your hips roll gently against his just enough to pull a low sound from deep in his chest.

Steve has never been particularly good at hiding what you do to him.

You kiss along his jaw slowly while your hands push his shirt up over his stomach.

Steve helps automatically, tugging it off quickly before immediately reaching for you again.

“Patient,” you murmur softly, catching his wrist before he can pull you fully against him.

Steve actually flushes.

“Sorry.”

The instinctive apology twists awfully somewhere beneath your ribs.

“You don’t have to apologise for wanting things.”

Something in his face softens immediately.

You kiss him before he can say anything self-deprecating in response.

Then your hands are everywhere.

Slow. Thorough.

Tracing freckles across his shoulders. Fingertips dragging lightly through the hair on his thighs while you push his jeans slowly down his legs, Steve lifting his hips automatically to help you. Nails scratching gently down his stomach just to feel the way his breathing catches every single time.

Steve looks overwhelmed by the attention already.

Not embarrassed exactly.

Just… unaccustomed to being looked at this carefully.

“You okay?” you murmur softly.

Steve nods immediately.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Just- fuck.”

You laugh quietly against his mouth.

His hands tighten instinctively at your hips when you grind down against him again, only your underwear separating you now, slow enough now that every movement feels deliberate.

Steve’s head tips back slightly against the pillows with a quiet groan.

“Oh, you like this,” you whisper.

Steve opens his eyes immediately, looking mildly betrayed by how easily you figured that out.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“I am.”

The honesty pulls another helpless sound from him.

You kiss him again while your fingers slide into his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp in that same way that made him melt earlier.

Steve’s whole body reacts instantly beneath you.

The version of him that only appears once he finally stops trying so hard to hold everything together.

All soft mouth and pink cheeks and helpless little reactions he clearly wasn't expecting you to notice. It makes your chest ache almost as much as it turns you on.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you murmur without thinking.

Steve goes completely still beneath you.

Then, “Jesus Christ.”

You blink. “What?”

“Nobody’s ever said that to me before.”

The confession hits hard enough to momentarily knock the breath from your lungs.

Because of course they haven’t.

People want things from Steve constantly. Protection. Confidence. Control. They like him loud and capable and steady. Impossible to knock over.

You’re not entirely sure anybody’s ever let him simply be soft before.

One hand settles carefully against his cheek while the other carefully pulls his boxers down his hips.

“Well,” you murmur, kissing him once, “they were stupid.”

Steve laughs weakly into your mouth right before you sink down onto him slowly enough that both of you end up breathless from it.

Not rushed.

Not frantic.

Just warmth and pressure and Steve’s hands gripping your waist almost reverently while his forehead drops heavily against your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he whispers shakily.

You move carefully above him, slow enough to feel every reaction pull across his face. Every little loss of composure. The way his mouth falls open slightly whenever your hips drag just right.

Steve keeps trying to help.

Thrusting upwards instinctively. Grabbing at you like he wants to give more than he’s taking again.

Each time, you guide him back down gently.

“Lemme take care of you for a second,” you whisper against his mouth.

Steve actually whines quietly at that.

Steve hides his face in your neck immediately, clearly mortified.

But he still lets you keep going.

Lets you hold him there long enough for all that constant tightness in him to finally start giving way. Lets himself melt beneath your hands instead of constantly trying to stay composed for your sake.

When he finally falls apart, it happens quietly.

Your name breathed shakily against your throat. Arms wrapped around you so tightly that it almost feels emotional.

Afterwards, Steve just stays there for a second, forehead pressed against your collarbone while both of you try to catch your breath.

Then, quietly, “…I think you broke me a little.”

By the time you finally settle fully against him afterwards, Steve looks almost dazed from the softness of it all.

His hair’s a mess beneath your fingers, cheeks flushed warm pink, one arm wrapped heavily around your waist while rain continues tapping steadily against the windows outside.

Neither of you speaks for a while.

Steve just traces absentminded patterns against your back while your legs tangle together beneath the blankets.

Eventually, very quietly, he says, “That was nice.”

You smile immediately into his shoulder. “Yeah?”

Steve hums softly.

Then, after a pause, “Nobody’s ever really… slowed down for me before.”

The confession lands gently between you.

You lift your head enough to look at him properly.

Steve already looks slightly embarrassed for admitting it out loud.

So you kiss him once, soft and lingering.

Then again. Then one more time just because you can.

Steve laughs quietly against your mouth, finally relaxed enough now that the sound comes easily.

“There he is,” you murmur again.

This time, Steve doesn’t try to hide when he smiles.

and he was never going to lose you

fans were jealous that he had a girlfriend, but they couldn’t really be upset because you two were just so perfect for each other

like, the picture perfect couple. if you looked up perfect in the dictionary, a picture of you two would probably show up

you went to every concert, every event, every celebration. you were his good luck charm. he always looked for you in the crowd

and you were always there, cheering for your favorite person. your favorite man

everyone loved when you would come over during practice or recording sessions. you always brought something sweet, besides your personality of course

you always had a bright smile on your face, and somehow always managed to make everyone feel better

you were the type of person nobody could ever fathom being mad at. you were just so lovely and kind

you were absolutely and completely yourself, and everyone loved you for it. you had this pull that nobody could deny

and joe? he loved you more than he ever knew he could. he looked at you the way every girl wanted to be looked at

with complete unwavering love

one thing he loved about you was how sweet and gentle you were. the way you always saw the best in people

even when some one them didn’t deserve it

there was something about the way you were such a sweetheart, but not one of the innocent air headed ones

you were the perfect girl. and lord, did you have him wrapped around your finger

you walk into the studio, holding a tin container. you open the door, a bright smile on your lips

the boys look over at you. joe smiles and sets the paper he was holding down

he stands and walks over to you, pressing a kiss on your cheek “hi baby” he whispers softly in your ear

“hi” you smile. you hold up the tin and he grins, taking it from your hands

he opens it, finding cookies in it. his grin widens and he presses another kiss, this one to your forehead

“you’re the best, you know that?” he wraps his arm around you and leads you over to the couch

he plops down and you follow, sitting next to him. he sets the container down and the guys immediately take a cookie

they talk amongst themselves, words muffled by chewing and crumbs falling from their lips

you laugh and joe shakes his head. you stay there most the day, leaning against him as he talks and writes

around nine, joe announces he’s heading home “it’s getting pretty late, we’re gonna head home for the night” he says as he stands with you

the other guys nod and wave

you wave goodbye to everyone as you follow joe outside, holding his hand and nuzzling up to him for warmth

the sky is dark, and the stars are out. the breeze makes the cool temperature colder

you two quickly walk to the car. he opens your door for you and you climb in

he closes the door and hurries to his side. he starts the car, cranking up the heat. you pull your buckle on and reach for his free hand

he squeezes your hand and you two drive home in a comfortable silence, the faint sound of ‘everywhere everything’ playing on the radio

rain patters on the glass, windshield wipers brushing across the glass

he pulls over near a field, and you look at him confused. he parks the car in gravel and gets out, leaving the car running

he runs around and opening your door. he pulls you out with him, leaning in and turning the stereo volume up

you look up at him “what are you doing?” rain soaks both of you as you stand there, music playing

“dancing” he shouts over the rain and wraps his arms around your waist. you wrap your arms around his neck and he sways

“i know you love dancing in the rain” he says, looking at you with his hair falling into his face

“i told you that like, two years ago” you respond and he smiles

“i remember everything about you, y/n” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear

you press your lips against his, eyes fluttering shut. his hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you closer as he kisses you passionately

your lips move in sync, hungry and loving. his hand on your waist pulls you up against him

your fingers tangle in his wet hair as he pushes you against the car

you pull away for air, looking up at him as the water pours on you two

“you’re so crazy” you laugh over the rain. he smiles and leans in

“crazy for you, sweetheart” he kisses you again

you two stumble into the apartment, laughing and dripping water

you kick your shoes off and walk to the bathroom. he starts the shower and you strip off your rain soaked clothes

you step in, him following soon after

the water cascades down your body as he shamelessly checks you out

you notice and playfully swat his arm “hey! perv!” you tease and he grins, pulling you against him by your waist

“not a perv, just checking out my girlfriend” he reminds you

“yeah yeah” you smile at him. his grin softens to a smile as well

he cups your face, pecking all over your cheeks, nose and forehead. you laugh and duck your head

he catches your chin and tilts it up. he runs his thumb over you cheek before leaning in again

he kisses you softly on the lips this time, hands moving to hold your hips. your lips move with his immediately

he pushes you against the shower wall gently, the cold tile pulling a gasp from your lips into his mouth

he grinds his hard cock against you, one hand moving to rest against the tile beside your head

he places sloppy kisses down your neck, gently nipping and sucking

you tilt your head back, hands moving to his shoulders to hold onto something, letting out a breathy moan of his name

he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist “god, you’re fucking gorgeous” he murmurs, kissing your lips again as his hand snakes down to your clit

he rubs slow circles, the water no longer the only thing making you wet. you grip at his shoulders tighter

“oh-fuck baby” your head falls back against the wall

“yeah? that feel good, hm?” he coos, moving his fingers faster. you nod

“use your words pretty girl. tell me what you want” he says, slowing his fingers

“ngh-please just fuck me” you whine. he kisses you again, slipping one finger inside you and slowly pumping

the movement draws a moan from your mouth as he slides a second finger in, thrusting them in and out while he kisses your neck

you clench around him, and he slowly pulls his fingers out, making you whine

“uh-uh. be patient” he taunts

he pulls his hand away, moving it to grab his dick and rubbing the tip against your core

he slowly pushes in, both of you letting out sounds. you moan softly and he grunts

he starts a steady pace, sliding in and out of you. the room fills with the sound of running water, skin on skin and moans

your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails dragging against his skin as you cling to him

“mmph-fuck-oh!” you cry out as he hits the spot that makes you see stars

he groans into your neck as he fucks you against the cold tile wall

his hips move relentless and punishing, his hand moving back to rub your clit in quick circles

“oh-im gonna-fuck!” you cry out his name as you clench around him, orgasm slamming into you

“oh god baby” his hips stutter, painting your velvet walls with his seed

he rests his forehead on your shoulder as you come down from you both come down from your highs

“you’re so beautiful” he whispers, pressing a soft sweet kiss to your shoulder

“you’re so big” you pant, and he chuckles. he slowly pulls out, setting you down

you legs wobble like jelly and he holds you steady “easy now, don’t want my pretty girl getting hurt”

you hold onto his arms for support and hum. he reaches over and grabs the shampoo bottle, pouring a glob in his palm

he lathers it in his hands “close your eyes” he says. you close your eyes, and his big hands move to your hair

he massages the shampoo into your hair with practiced care, fingers scratching your scalp softly

he reaches over and grabs the shower head, putting a hand over your eyes to prevent soap getting in them

he sets the shower head back and you open yiur eyes, pouring shampoo into your own palm and reaching up massaging it in his hair

he leans his head forward so you can rub it in every part. you rinse his hair too

the moment is sweet and domestic, a familiar routine of yours

the soap is bubbly as you wash each others bodies, his hands playfully squeezing your tits and yours playfully squeezing his ass

the shower head rinses the soap out as you two stand in a mess of laughter and bubbles

he turns the shower off, wrapping a towel around you tight enough to keep you warm

“there ya go baby. snug as a bug in a rug” he presses a kiss to your cheek and wraps one around his waist

you two walk to the bedroom. you sit on the bed, and he grabs you some of your sweatpants and underwear, along with one of his sweaters

you smile and pull them on quickly to warm up. he pulls on some sweatpants of his own and a tshirt

you climb under the covers, snuggling into the warmth of the bed

he turns the lamp on and the main light off, climbing in nect to you

you immediately nuzzle up to him, clinging to him like a koala. he smiles, wrapping his arm around you

he presses a kiss to your wet hair. his fingers run through your (hair texture) locks

“i love you” he whispers, resting his chin on your head

“i love you” you mumble back, arm draped over his stomach and cheek pressed against his chest, already dozing off

he carefully reaches over and turns off the lamp, pulling the blanket further up as you two fall asleep in each others warmth

a/n: i tried not to be descriptive with looks and stuff, so if i was too specific please let me know so i can fix it 😓 also my insomniac ass could never fall asleep that fast but a girl can dream. i suck at dialogue during fuhh scenes sooo sorry, suck it up. and hey, i may take forever to write but at least i don’t use ai

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Yes he got invited in, and yes there was kissing involved. But it didn’t go beyond that. And somehow Steve wasn’t disappointed. 

Steve’s lips crashed against yours like water against a bridge. Other times they molded onto your skin like when waves flow against the beach. 

And now you’ve got him all sappy thinking about your kisses in stupid beach metaphors. Next he’s going to go onto your touch and then your voice. Maybe about how you even looked at him like the sunset. 

Steve genuinely can’t stop thinking about you. Or the date. Or when he gets to take you out again. Hopefully tonight because anything beyond that sounds too painful. 

“Hey dingus! You still with me?” 

Robin waves a hand in-front of Steve’s face, he’s been staring out the windows of the video store for too long, lost in his own head. 

Steve doesn’t want to be here right now. He wants to be at home maybe getting you roses or thinking about how he could draft a poem about your laugh. Oh gosh that sounded too whipped. 

“Yeah… yeah I’m here.” 

Steve straightens his back with a sigh, putting the dvds on top of each other. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

Robin crosses her arms; she doesn’t like being ignored when they’re the only two people in the store.

“Nobody, I mean-- nothing.” 

Steve sighs again already watching robins eyebrows raise in question. 

“Oh yeah? So it has nothing to do with that?” 

She points down. Steve was so much in his own lover boy head that he didn’t even realize he was straining against his jeans. Dick hard and pushed up against the zipper. 

“Robin what the fuck.”

His hand comes down to palm himself and he scoots the chair more under the counter for less peering eyes. 

“Don’t what the fuck me. Did you have a good time last night?” 

He had the greatest time. Turns out you liked all of Steve’s lame ass jokes and hesitant touches. You paired so well together and Steve could say something about how you were practically made to fit into his hands and mold against him but that sounds corny. 

It’s also not what Robin is insinuating. 

“No i—“ Steve’s dick twitches as he tries to make it go down. He has to start thinking about something else. “I don’t know why this is happening.” 

Robin stays silent so Steve looks up. She already has both her eyebrows raised like she’s unimpressed he’s lying to her. 

“I don’t!” 

Steve hisses and rubs at his forehead. His mind didn’t even wonder to anything that sexual, just your sweet kisses. And how maybe someday he will buy a house with the intent to make a family with you in it. He’s already decided that if you want a dog then he’ll get a dog. There could be flowers— or a heated pool in the back yard. Is it too soon to say he wants kids with you? What the hell, that is way too fast. And also his hard dick is not backing down.

“Uh huh. Look just don’t get a Boner around me. It’s fucking weird.” 

He scoffs, as if it’s just that easy.

“You’re just jealous I have a pretty girl to think about and you don’t.” 

“Ooo… You’re just jealous that you don’t have a pretty girl— shut up.” 

Robin does a bad mimicking of his voice and it’s hard not to crack a smile. Amongst other hard things, the smile was actually easy to hide. 

“Look— can you just, run the shop for a while?” 

“So you can go jerk off? No.” 

“I’m not going to—“ Steve sighs and runs another hand down his face. He’s already picking up the phone. 

“I need to make a call.” 

Another date reservation. With you.