"but you're a garden fairy!" "ironic isn't it?"

You freeze. 

What the—

He must not register the utter shock on your face, because he’s already moving towards you. The silky tie snaps through the air as he rips it from his neck. God, he must really be wound up. He didn’t even take his shoes off at the door. 

“Excuse me?” You manage to choke out. 

“Don’t freak out, I just really need to try something,” he grunts, rounding the couch. “Just for a second.”

The moment his knees hit the carpet in front of you, your jaw goes slack.  

“Harrington!” You scramble back into your mountain of pillows, nearly knocking your mug off the side table. You reach out and steady it with one hand, suddenly very aware of how your tank top has ridden up with the movement. “What the hell are you—?”

“…can’t believe she said that,” he mutters, ripping back the blanket thrown over your lap. 

“Who said what?”

He doesn’t respond, eyes locked on your short sleep shorts. They’re a cute set you picked up recently at the mall. Navy blue with white flowers. Innocent-looking. Sweet. 

But he’s staring at them like he’s going to rip them off with his teeth. 

Heat rushes to your cheeks. 

While you can’t deny what that look is doing to you, there’s something else trapped in his gaze. Sadness? Not quite. Disappointment, maybe? You’ve only been roommates for six months, but you already know him well enough to know when he’s upset. 

Reaching down, you grab a fistful of his hair and tip his head back. His eyes snap to yours. 

“What did she say?” you ask again, firmer this time. 

Steve’s lips form a thin line before he sighs heavily. You drop his hair. 

“She said I was bad at sex. Specifically, bad at...this.” He gestures unhelpfully between your legs and your stomach swoops as his finger almost brushes the seam of your shorts. 

It takes you a second, but then your brows pull together. “She actually said that?”

“Not exactly,” he groans. “The date was fine. It was our third, so when she invited me upstairs, I figured…well, you know. And then we got to making out and it was hot. I guess…”

You swallow hard and gesture for him to continue, even if the thought of his lips trailing down some other girl’s neck feels like a knife in your side. 

“And then I went down on her and she said—” He cuts himself off with a miserable little huff before resuming. “She said it wasn’t doing anything for her. At all. Like it wasn’t good enough or something. Can you believe that? I could’ve lived if she said my thrust game needed work or something, if we had even gotten to that point, but this? This is, like, my thing.”

Oh. Okay. 

Yeah, you could’ve gone the rest of your lease without knowing that eating pussy is your hot roommate’s thing. 

That is not good for your little crush you have going on that you refuse to talk about. Or think about. Ever. 

You nod quickly and clear your throat. “S-so, what exactly does this have to do with me?” 

Steve just shrugs. “We’re friends, right?”

“Right.”

“Right.” He levels your gaze, brown eyes soft and playful in the lamplight. “So…”

The moment stretches between you, an invitation, an ask, and a dare all rolled into one. 

“So, because we’re such good friends, we just…give each other oral sex?”

Steve sighs. “Look. I just want a second opinion, okay? I mean, this is bad. Really bad. If Cindy didn’t like it, then what if other girls didn’t either? Then I’ve just been lied to all this time—”

Your gaze drops to his fingers digging into the couch cushion beneath you, and despite yourself, a smile creeps across your lips. “Oh my God, this really got to you, didn’t it?” 

“What?” He balks. “No! It’s just…I need to set the record straight.” He taps your knees with a knuckle, playful but firm. “Spread ‘em.”

You bark an unbelieving laugh that ends in a sound too close to a whimper when his hands come down on your thighs. 

You cannot let him do this to you. If you do, you’ll never be able to get over your secret-no-good-very-bad-crush on your roommate. 

You force yourself to breathe. “I…I don’t want thinks to get weird.”

 His eyes flick up to yours. “Weird?”

“Between us.”

Steve seems to take a second to understand what you’re saying, and you watch as an emotion you can’t place crosses his face. 

Suddenly, he moves to stand. “You’re right. Sorry. God, I’m an idiot. What am I thinking, I just—”

Panic spikes and you snatch his wrist before you even really know what you’re doing, cutting him off. “No, wait. It’s like you said. We’re…friends, right?”

He nods quickly. Too quickly. “Yeah.”

“So, we don’t let it get weird.” The words spill out of you before you can take them back. But you don’t want to. “I’ll give you an unbiased review. A one time thing.”

You watch as his lashes drop again to your legs, and his pupils widen as your knees fall apart a little on instinct. 

“You’re sure?” he asks, voice thick. 

In an effort to appear nonchalant, you shrug. But you’re salivating when his tongue darts over his bottom lip. 

 “Yes,” you breathe. 

He doesn’t waste a second dropping back down to his knees, and your legs widen immediately to give him space. 

“So, you’ll tell me the truth, right?” he rasps, eyes jumping between your face and your hips. “Be honest. I can take it.”

“Honest,” you agree, but the word comes out in a whisper as his fingers slip under your waistband. 

Your face burns as he pulls down your shorts and panties in one smooth motion, baring you to him. His hands gently ease your thighs farther apart, and you fight the urge to squirm under his gaze. 

“Steve! Stop looking at it like that,” you gasp.

“Why?” he asks without glancing up. “It’s pretty.”

Shit. 

You’re not strong enough for this. 

But when he finally looks up, you recognize the silent question in his eyes. He’s asking for permission. You could stop this right now, and he would let you easily. He’s probably never even bring it up again. No harm done. 

And you should. 

God, you should. 

But you don’t want to. 

So instead, you just nod, not trusting your voice to speak. 

As he leans in, you brace for the feeling of his tongue, but you’re surprised when he starts by just…kissing you. 

His lips are soft against your folds, and your breath catches at the tenderness there. His eyes find yours before he goes lower, and the moment his nose bumps your clit, your body jolts in his hold. 

He makes a muffled sound and his eyes drift shut, large palms moving to your hips, pinning them to the cloth couch beneath you.

 Then there’s that wet heat. 

His tongue slides over you with just enough pressure, starting slow and exploring your entrance. 

“Oh, God,” you whimper. 

His hair is so soft against your inner thighs, and when he makes a sound of encouragement against you, and his tongue swirls higher, catching the underside of your clit, your mouth drops open in a silent moan. 

He’s hardly done anything yet, but the way he’s doing it, so confident, and steady, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

“See? Good, right?” he mutters, the words muffled and slick against your core. “I know what I’m—mmm, fuck, you taste good.”

Before you can respond, his hands wrap up and around your thighs, and he hauls you closer. Your tank top rides up even higher as you slide down into the cushions, but you don’t reach up to fix it. 

Mostly because Steve Harrington is going down on you, and that thought alone is nearly making you lose your fucking mind. 

His lashes flutter shut as he makes out with your dripping cunt, his throat bobbing as sucks gently, swallows, and goes back for more. 

You’re surprised to find there’s no performance to his actions, but more of a genuine enjoyment. 

Steve eats pussy like he wants to. 

You watch, transfixed, and you can’t help but roll your hips once against his mouth, smearing your slick all over his pretty fucking face. 

Too pretty for his own good.

A sound escapes his chest, something caught between a moan and a whine, and he nods against you, peeking up from beneath his lashes. 

The carpet whispers as rises higher on his knees, mouth traveling up your mound and over the soft, sensitive skin below your belly button. 

But you whimper at the loss, pushing his head back down. 

His throat vibrates against you with a chuckle, but he follows you obediently. “Oh, yeah? So definitely doing something for you then.”

“Shut up,” you groan, but the sound dies out harshly when his mouth latches to your clit and sucks. 

Hard. 

You gasp, back arching as your core clenches instinctively. 

Then, without warning, he pulls back. 

You look at each other, chests heaving. Suddenly, you’re afraid he’s done. That you now have to give a report based on that. 

“Is that it?” You squeak. 

“What? God, you think I would just leave you like that? No, I was just thinking—” He draws in a breath, like he needs to physically rearrange his thoughts. “Well, I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

You just stare down at him, chest heaving, bare and slick from the waist down. 

He takes one look at your face and clears his throat. “Right. Later.” He leans in again, but pauses before glancing up at you one more time. “Yes?”

“Yes, Harrington, I will kiss you, later,” you whine pitifully, canting your hips into his hands. 

He seems pleased, and wastes no time picking up where he left off. 

And this time, he doesn’t tease you. 

Your head hips back, a moan tearing from your throat as two of his fingers spear deep inside and his mouth closes over your clit.

As you threaten to fall apart beneath him, Steve just watches. 

Every little whine and whimper. Every jerk and arch of your back. Every wriggle of your hips and curl of your toes. 

He studies you like a map, surveying everything that makes you soak his face, everything that makes you clench hard around his fingers, his tongue, and finding new routes to all those destinations. 

The tension between your hips pulls tighter, and when he reaches up to palm your breast, slipping his hand underneath your tank top, you wonder if he can feel it. 

The way your heart slams against your ribs. 

A silent, helpless confession. A call for him to see that this will not, in fact, be a one-time thing. 

That you’ve been thinking about this—about him—ever since the day you moved in. 

That ache builds like a tidal wave, threatening to break, and your fingers fly to his arms for stability. He’s warm, and strong, and his muscles shift under his dress shirt. 

It’s honestly impressive how quickly he responds, how easily he reads every subconscious signal your body gives him. Because when that breathy, urgent whine starts to leave your lips, his thumb replaces his mouth on your clit, rubbing firm, perfect circles that drive you higher. And then he dips lower, tonguing your entrance, devouring you in thick, broad strokes, pushing you to the fucking brink. 

“Yeah, you gonna come for me?” He slurs against your aching cunt. “Just like that. That’s it. I’ve got you—mmhm—”

The second his tongue spears deep inside, the tidal wave breaks. 

Your moan fills your quiet apartment, and you nearly come off the couch with the intensity of it. The rush is unlike anything you’ve felt before. You have no option but to surrender fully to it as it pulls you under, shamelessly riding your orgasm out on Steve’s tongue.

Steve’s ready for it though. He goes with you easily as your hips rise and fall, strong hands holding you to his mouth, unwilling to let you slide away. 

When the pulsing eventually fades to shuttering jolts, he pulls back, but his hands stay on your hips, caressing you softly, bringing you back down to earth. 

You bite your lip, looking down at him panting between your knees. Your body aches, but in a good way. Like you need more, but somehow, it still won’t ever be enough. 

“God, Steve—” you whine, but you’re cut off by him lunging up across your body and pressing his lips to yours. 

You laugh into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue as he kisses you eagerly. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” He murmurs, pulling back a little.

Something catches in your chest at his confession, and you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him back down for another kiss. 

This one is different. 

Deeper, and softer, and…meaningful. 

He sinks back down onto his knees, squeezing your thigh, your waist, like you’re something precious. 

“So, tell me , honestly, was it good?” He urged, gazing up at you.

You blink dumbly, throughly flushed. “Yeah, uh…no notes.”

He smirks. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Five out of five stars.”

“I don’t know, Harrington. That literally means no room for improvement.” You’re not sure his ego is ready for that. 

“Oh?” His lips tilt in a crooked smile that makes you want to kiss him again. “What would you have me do to earn that fifth star, huh?”

His lids go heavy as you tighten your hold on his hair and urge his mouth back down where you want it. 

“You could do it again.”

a/n: It's my canon that his date, Cindy, was just hung up on her ex, and Steve was the unlucky rebound that night. Plus, Steve wasn't that into it. Because he was thinking about you, obviously. Also, here is the fluffy version sister fic if you care lol

“Me? Nervous? Come on, babe. Have you met me?” Steve shrugged with ease, his hands on the wheel tightening despite his words as he looked over his shoulder to flash you an easy, warm smile. 

A small laugh snorted through your nose, lowering your feet down from the dashboard to push yourself up in your seat. “I know you better than you know yourself, Harrington. You’re acting all cool and suave now, but as soon as we get out of this car – I bet five dollars your legs will be jelly.”

Steve dipped his head against the headrest as he roared out a short laugh, shaking his head as he lifted one of his hands from the wheel to reach over and rest against your thigh. “Alright. Maybe I’m a little nervous, but with you by my side I’ll be absolutely fine.” 

“Aww,” You preened exaggeratedly, your fingers wrapping around his wrist as you leant over to press your lips to his arm through his t-shirt. “I know you’ll be fine, baby, they’re gonna love you. And I won’t let you out of my sight.” 

He huffed a content sight, twisting his chin to press a kiss into your hair whilst attempting to keep his eyes on the road. His palm squeezing your skin gently as you turned your head to rest against him. 

“Well, won’t let you out of my sight until we go to bed.” Your voice crept out at a smaller volume, your eyes following the road in front of you. A small hum left Steve, his fingers tapping against your thigh gently before you lifted your head to look up at him. 

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows furrowed gently, turning his gaze to your own whenever he could.

“I mean, my parents are kinda big on the whole–” You took in a sharp breath, trying to find your words. Your eyes flickered from the road to look down at his hand, your finger pushing around the silver signet ring that laid on Steve’s pinkie finger that you’d bought him for your anniversary. “Sleeping in separate rooms, because we’re not married. And we should wait until we’re married to have sex.” 

Your parents' wishes of waiting until marriage weren’t something that you followed through your life, but you’d decided in high school that you wanted to wait until you met the right person, knowing that you’d know as soon as you met them. 

And you did. You met Steve after college, when you moved to Hawkins to take a teaching job at the middle school. The infamous Steve Harrington was a part of your life instantly, spending every lunch break and lesson planning session in the other’s classroom for the entire year, until he finally asked you out on a date. 

Other guys that you’d been seeing through college hadn’t been so understanding of your wanting to wait to have sex, but Steve was completely different to anyone you’d ever met in every way possible. He didn’t kiss you until your third date, would walk you to your door and wait for you to head inside and turn the light on before even walking back to his car. 

Two years later, you’re absolutely certain with every fibre in your body that you’re going to spend the rest of your life with Steve Harrington. So, bringing him home to meet your parents was next on the cards for you both. Even though Steve knew everything about you, your family, your life, for some reason you’d kept it to yourself that your parents would be expecting you in different rooms. 

A small ball tightened in your stomach as you told him, but the gentle smile that he offered you washed every stupid fear you may have had away completely. 

“That’s completely fine, baby,” His voice hit your ears gently as he shifted his wrist from your grip, slipping his fingers through yours and bringing the back of your hand up to his lips. “I’d be happy sleeping on a bench outside. I’m just happy to finally be meeting your family.”

“God, I love you so much.” A small laugh passed your lips as you pulled your hands to your own face, peppering kisses on each of his fingers and his hand until it was shiny and covered in your strawberry lip balm. 

The last few hours of your drive passed by a breeze. You and Steve had mastered the art of long drives by now. You’d have control over the stereo, and Steve would get to choose where you’d stop for food, which was fine by you considering you both pretty much had the same palette. 

It was a Friday night, and the two of you were coming up for the weekend as your Aunt would be in town this weekend too. It was a perfect opportunity for you to introduce Steve to your family, who’d been asking to meet him since the first day you’d told them about him. Your Mom had planned a big get together on Saturday night, inviting anyone in a ten mile radius who would listen. 

Steve rolled into your neighbourhood and down your street in the early hours of the evening. You caught your Mom poking her head from the curtain in the living room window as you pulled up, laughing to yourself as you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned around to Steve. 

“Ready, baby?” You asked softly, taking in a short breath as your hand reached over to squeeze his knee gently. 

He nodded at your words, leaning across the console to press his lips against your own quickly before pulling off his seatbelt. “Absolutely.” 

Your Mom and Dad were already on the porch as you got out of Steve’s car, lifting your hand up to wave at them as you pushed the door shut behind you. You turned over your shoulder to glance at Steve, who was standing in front of his car door with his palm flat on the hood whilst the other waved over at them. 

You held your hand out to Steve over the hood of the car as he rounded it, you noticed the small bob in his throat and the small crease that had formed between his brows. His palm was clammy as it slipped through yours, but you squeezed it softly in support as the two of you crossed the road and started walking up the path to your house. 

“You guys made it!” Your Mom beamed as she practically skipped down the wooden steps to you both, your Dad shortly in tow behind her. Your right arm lifted to wrap around your Mother’s back, pulling her into a tight hug. You felt Steve drop your hand, to which you instantly lifted to complete the hug from your Mom. 

“It’s really great to meet you, Sir.” You heard from over your shoulder, you pulled yourself away from your Mom to see Steve behind you shaking your Dad’s hand. Steve was beaming, a wide smile across his face as he greeted him. 

“Pleasure’s all mine, Steve. We’ve heard nothing but great things about you.” Your Dad chirped back happily, pulling his hands back to rest on his hips. As Steve opened his mouth to respond, your Mother was quick to cut in. 

“Oh, quit hoggin’ him!” She chuckled as she made her way over to Steve. He held his hand out to her, but she was quick to the punch – pulling him into a tight hug that made a laugh choke from his throat. 

“Careful, honey. You’ll squish him.” Your Dad hollered, his arm slinking around your shoulder and rubbing your arm gently. You leant into his hug, smiling to yourself as you watched Steve get smothered by your Mom. 

“Alright! That’s enough,” You laughed gently as you stepped forward to grab Steve’s arm. Your Mom pulled away with a smile, quickly beckoning the two of you toward the house. 

“Dinner’s almost ready. You two hungry? I’m sure you are, been on the road for hours. I’ve made meatloaf, potatoes, and all types of veggies. I even got a pie from the store.” Her voice trailed into the house with her, leaving the three of you on the pavement. 

“I’ll help Steve with the bags, you go help your mother set the table.” Your Dad chuckled lightly from behind you. You nodded softly, lifting on your toes to press a kiss to Steve’s cheek before taking off toward the house. 

When you reached the front door and glanced back over at Steve, he was leant against the car in conversation with your Dad, watching the two of them laughing and chatting made your heart warm. It got even warmer when Steve caught your eye across the yard, and flashed you a small wink. Which you happily returned before ducking into the house. 

The spread your Mother had put together was obscene, enough food to feed the five thousand laid across your dining table by the time you all settled down to eat. Your Mom dressed the table beautifully, with your help of course, her favourite white linen table cloth and the fine china that only got brought out on special occasions. 

Which almost, definitely could have brought a tear to your eye, knowing that your Mom thought meeting Steve was a special enough occasion. She wouldn’t even bring it out at Christmas.

Your parents sat opposite you and Steve, but your chairs were much closer together as your arm linked through his, meaning you had to use your weaker hand to manoeuvre through your dinner, but you didn’t care.

“So, Steve. Tell us about what you do, we hear you teach at the middle school too?” Your Mom asked gently as she piled on some green beans onto her plate, your Dad tucking into his meatloaf as his eyes glanced between you and Steve. 

“Yeah, I’ve been working there for a few years now. I started coaching the baseball team then worked my way up to teaching health class. Now, I’m head of the gym department, and I absolutely love it.” Steve beamed proudly as a chunk of potato sat at the end of his fork, he smiled down at you before pushing it past his lips. 

“Steve is amazing with the kids, they absolutely love him. Steve teaches my class on a Thursday before lunch, and even after that when they come to class they’re still going on about him.” Your eyes didn’t leave his as you gushed away about your boyfriend.

In your past brief relationships, you weren’t as sappy or clingy as you are now, but there was something about Steve. You couldn’t keep your hands off him. Holding his hand, wrapping your arms around his own, clinging onto his body in bed like a koala when you slept. The two of you just can’t bear to not be touching. 

“Great with kids, huh?” Your Dad observed from opposite you, your gaze snapping to his with widened eyes as you felt the conversation shift. “Do you want kids, Steve?”

“Oh, absolutely. But, that’s still a way down the road,” Steve’s hand found your knee with ease under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he felt you tense beside him. “We want to get a dog first. Buy a house and get married, before we even think about kids, right?” 

You felt your heart swell in your chest, your grip on his arm tightening as you nodded up at him. Your smile so bright across your lips it almost hurt your cheeks. “Yeah, right. Dog, house, marriage, kids.”

“Do you know how many kids you want, Steve?” Your Mom asked gently, her own smile possibly even wider than yours at the sight of the two of you. 

A small laugh pushed through his nose, the tips of his ears turning pink as he nodded gently. “Well, I’ve always wanted six kids, but–”

“Six? Oh my, that’s just like you!” Your Mom pointed her fork at you with an amused laugh, bringing her napkin up to dab at her mouth before continuing. “When she was a little girl, she’d go on and on about her six kids she’d have when she’s older. Gosh, you two are perfect together.”

Steve’s eyes widened gently at your Mom’s words. You knew Steve wanted enough children to start your own sports team, but you’d never explicitly said how many you pictured the two of you having. 

He glanced down at you, trying his hardest to fight back his smile as he spoke. “Well. I might be biased, but I’d say we’re pretty perfect together, too.” 

The rest of your dinner and dessert went down a treat, your parents taking turns on quizzing Steve about his life. About his childhood, what he was like in school, what his family was like. You could feel him tensing up beside you at some questions, so you took it upon yourself to avert it entirely, earning a squeeze on your knee as a thank you. 

After an hour or two of sitting and chatting, Steve helped you clear the plates after dinner and he was happy to do the washing up. Your Mom offered to make you all some tea, but it was nearing ten o’clock and you and Steve had been up all day. Plus, some of your relatives were coming earlier in the morning to help your Mom set up for the gathering.  

Steve brought up the duffle bags you’d packed with all of your things, too many clothes for a weekend at home. You showed him to the guest bedroom where he’d be sleeping for the night, pushing the door closed quietly before turning to look at him. He had his back to you, unpacking his things from his bag that he’d packed.

“I’m sorry you have to sleep in here, baby.” You whispered gently as you crossed the room quietly, your hands landing on his hips as he turned to face you as he dropped his pyjamas on the bed. 

He shook his head gently, his hands lifting to cup your cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Please, baby. Don’t be sorry, I understand.”  He pulled his head back to look at you as his thumbs rubbed back and forth against your cheeks softly. “I’ll see you in the morning, honey.”

Your lips pursed together, letting out an exaggerated sigh before lifting up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. Pulling away from his touch, you offered him a small wave before slotting yourself through the door. 

The floorboards beneath your feet in the hallway creaked as you stepped over them, your eyes automatically glancing to your parent’s shut bedroom door. You slipped into your own bedroom, clicking the door shut behind you. It was exactly how you remembered leaving it the last time you came to visit. 

Pink striped wall paper with a plush cream rug beneath your feet, even your old posters that you’d hung up in high school still proudly sat against the wall. You looked over your shelf filled with pictures of all of your friends, mentally making a note to add one of you and Steve next time you come home. 

You unzipped your bag, pulling out a pair of your sleep shorts and one of Steve’s old t-shirts from work with Hawkins Middle written across the front. The letters had faded now from years of your wear, but it smelt like him. And seeing as you wouldn’t be wrapped in his arms tonight, his shirt would have to do. 

You padded across the creaky floorboards carefully towards the bathroom with your washbag under your arm. The door pushed open and you shut it behind you, still unsurprisingly looked exactly the same. 

The familiar creak of the tap made you smile gently as you wet your tooth brush under the running water, spreading on the toothpaste before beginning to brush your teeth. You watched yourself in the mirror as you did, thinking back to every morning before school you’d do this same exact thing and now here you are again. You held your hair to the side as you leant down to spit in the sink, watching the water wash it away. 

You brushed your hair out with your fingers, pulling it up into a ponytail when you heard the bathroom door click open behind you. 

“Oh, sorry–” Steve spoke gently, quickly pulling it shut but your small laughter made him push it back open and poke his head round the door. A small whistle left his lips as his eyes dragged up and down your body, causing a playful roll of your eyes as he took a step in to shut the door behind him. “Nice shirt, where’d you get it?”

A laugh huffed past your lips as you tied off the ponytail, watching Steve come up behind you. He placed his toothbrush on the side of the sink as his hands snaked around your waist with ease. “Oh, just my boyfriends, ratty old thing.”

His arms tightened around you as he dipped his head to brush his lips against your neck, letting out a small chuckle against your skin as your hands wrapped around his forearms. His eyes lifted to look at yours in the mirror, “Your boyfriend? Or the shirt?”

“Oh, definitely not my boyfriend. He’s big and tall, super hot,” A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as you rolled your head back into the curve of his shoulder, your voice turning to a whisper as you gently pressed your ass back into him. “And he’s got a massive cock.” 

His eyes widened at your words, moving his head to the other side of your neck where it tilted. His hot breath hitting your skin as his teeth grazed it as he spoke, “Careful, baby. You don’t wanna start something you can’t finish, hm?”

“Who says I won’t finish?” You whispered with a quirked brow, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as your hips rolled back against his. You could feel him hardening against the curve of your ass, a slight groan muffled by your neck as his grip on you tightened.

“Baby,” Steve croaked warningly, slowly lifting his head to catch your eyes in the mirror. His hand slipped from your waist and pushed his fingers beneath the hem of your pyjama shorts, just resting them on your stomach. “I’m serious.”

Your hand slips down to his wrist, your fingers gently squeezing him as you take in a sharp breath, letting your body mould into his. “Me too.” Your voice left your lips as a pained whisper, rocking your hips upward to try and chase his hand that’s still resting on your stomach. 

“Such a bad girl,” Steve murmured against your skin as his hand slipped further into your shorts. The tips of his fingers brushed through the thatch of hair that laid over your mound, his eyes bearing into your own as his hand dips lower. The pad of his middle finger slipped between your folds, his smirk twitching at the tight sigh that fell past your lips. “Is this what you wanted?”

Another pleasured sigh escaped you as his ring finger joined him, using his fingers to spread you open and delve through your folds. “God, you’re soaking wet for me, baby.” He whispered against your skin, teeth grazing your neck as his thumb found your clit with ease. 

“Steve– Fuck.” You whined as his thumb hit your sensitive nub, his spare hand that was holding your waist was quick to come up to your mouth. His large hand covering the lower half of your face entirely as his middle finger pooled at your entrance, shallowly fucking into you until your hips were rocking up into his hand. 

“You’ve got to be quiet, honey. Can’t have anyone hear what I’m doing to you in here, hm?” He spoke as his lips pressed softly to the curve of your neck. His grip tightening against your mouth with each shallow pump of his finger, your moans muffled by his hand. 

His finger pulled out of you to enter you with two, your back arching against his front as the sound of Steve fucking you echoed in the small space of the bathroom. Your hand grasped at his arm that he was holding you up to keep you quiet, your fingernails digging crescents into his skin as he whined against your neck. “You feel so good, baby. So tight and wet for me, aren’t you?” His voice wavered as you nodded against his hand, your hips rocking up to meet the thrust of his fingers as your eyes watched him intently. “Are you gonna come for me, pretty girl? All over my fingers, like the good little slut you are?”

Your pussy fluttered around his fingers at his words, your nails dragging against his skin on his forearm as your head fell backward against his shoulder. “Yeah, I thought so. Gonna make you come all over my fingers, then I think I’ll bend you over this sink and stuff your pretty little cunt with my–”

Steve’s words and hands were interrupted by the floorboard creaking in the hallway, just a few feet away from you. He swore quietly under his breath, quick to coax his fingers out from your shorts and steady his hand that was keeping you quiet to hold your waist. 

Your hands dropped to the sink in front of you, holding yourself steady as Steve leant over to grab his tooth brush that he’d placed down minutes ago. He wet it under the tap, squeezing on the toothpaste all whilst you stood next to him in an attempt to catch your breath. 

“You okay, baby?” His voice muffled under the sound of him brushing his teeth, you turned to look up at him as he lifted his hand to cup your jaw, his thumb gently brushing back and forth against your cheek. 

Despite your shaky breath from the thrill of your boyfriend fingering you in your childhood bathroom and potentially almost getting caught, your heart doubled in size at the domestic sight of Steve right now. Your hand lifted to his chest, nodding gently as you rose on your tip toes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

A laugh snickered through his nose, his thumb wiping off some of his toothpaste from your lips before you pulled away from him. “I’ll see you in the morning?” You asked gently, a smile growing as Steve nodded at you, waggling his fingers at you in a wave as you left the bathroom. 

You let out a long breath you didn’t even realise you were holding in when you finally made it back to your bedroom. Creeping across the floorboards and leaning on the banister, a trick you learnt when you were fourteen and had never forgotten. 

The wooden frame of your bed creaked beneath your weight when you sat on the edge of it, even more so when you leant over to your bedside table to click your lamp off. Your eyes trailed to the small strip of light beneath your bedroom door, watching Steve’s shadow cross the hallway back to his own room. 

He’d clicked off the hallway light before you heard the faint click of his door from across the way. You peeled back your familiar duvet, and sank right back into the corner of your mattress that dipped ever so slightly from your many years of sleeping on it. 

You were awoken the next morning by Madonna on the radio floating up the stairs and fitting beneath your door. Groggily, you glanced at the clock that sat beside your lamp reading 9.30. The sheets got pulled off of you despite yourself, mentally wishing for an extra ten minutes but you knew you had a busy day planned. 

The reminder that Steve was only a few feet away flickered in your mind as you shoved your feet into your slippers that you’d packed. You couldn’t have moved across the room any quicker, swinging the door open and ignoring the scent of fresh coffee drifting from the kitchen. 

Your knuckles knocked against Steve’s door gently, but you pushed it open anyway. Your eyes landed on him laid in the bed, sleeping peacefully without a care in the world on his back with his arm laid across the pillow. 

“Rise and shine, honey.” You whispered as you crossed the room, settling your knees on the edge of the bed and reaching over to softly squeeze his thigh. 

He grunted gently, his head twisting to the other side as the small crack of sunlight beamed in from the curtain hit his eyes. 

A small laugh huffed through your nose, crawling closer toward him until you laid yourself flat on top of him. His eyebrows furrowed gently at the feeling of your weight on top of him, his hand that rested across the pillow quickly coming up to rest on your lower back as he was very familiar with you waking him up in this manner. 

“Good morning to you too.” He mumbled as his eyes squinted open, the corner of his mouth turning upward as he was met with your bright grin only a few inches from his face. 

You brushed your nose against his, lifting your chin to brush a small kiss against his lips. “I missed you.” You whispered against him softly, his other hand that was tucked beneath the pillow now joining his other on your back, holding him as close to you as he could. 

“I missed you, baby,” He whispered softly, hands splaying at your waist as they squeezed you closer. His lips capturing yours as you sighed softly against him. He pulled away with a soft pop of your lips, speaking against you. “Had a crazy dream last night.”

“Oh yeah?” You pulled yourself back to look down at him. Steve always looked so handsome in the morning, his eyes heavy with sleep and his smile always too bright, almost like he can’t believe he still gets to wake up to you everyday. 

He nodded softly, leaning forward to nose his way to your jaw. Pressing his lips along the curve of it until he reached just beneath your ear, “I had a dream that I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, and some girl was in there.” 

You huffed a fond laugh at his recall of your events from the night before, your hands slipping to push through his hair as you tilted your head aside for him. “Really? That’s kind of an invasion of your privacy.”

“Mm, maybe, but I didn’t mind.” He spoke against you, sucking gently on the sensitive skin just beneath your ear before peppering his lips across the span of your neck. “She was hot, smoking hot. Wearing these tiny little shorts and one of my t-shirts. Practically begging me to touch her, fuck her over the sink.” 

You tutted gently, your hand swatting at his shoulder but he gripped you tighter. His arm snaked around your back to keep you from wriggling away from him, but you were quick to melt back into his touch when his lips found yours again. 

“She sounds great.” You giggled softly against him, your hands slipping to hold his cheeks as you pulled your lips back, running your thumb across his lower lip. 

“She was great,” He nodded happily, like a kid in a candy store, his lips pressing a kiss against your thumb before whispering against them. “She had the prettiest face and the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, so tight and wet–”

His eyebrows furrowed together slightly, his eyes frantically searching over your face which earnt your own to scrunch in confusion. “Wait a minute–” He gasped dramatically, grip tightening on your waist so he could flip you over onto your back. 

“I need to check something,” He hovered over you to press his lips against yours, humming against your lips before gasping even more theatrically as he pulled back. “It was you!” 

“You’re such a dork,” You laughed under his touch, lifting yourself to kiss him once more before pushing your fingers through his hair. “And as much as I’d love to stay and hear more about your.. bathroom dream, we need to get ready.”

“Five more minutes?” He practically whined against you as his hand slowly slipped from your waist to your thigh, rubbing at your soft skin as he sucked on your lower lip gently. 

Your breath hitched against his lips as you felt a familiar sensation pressing against your thigh. You pulled your lips back slowly to glance between your bodies, your eyes matched with his pyjama pants tightened at the crotch. 

“We won’t have time, baby.” You sighed gently, watching as his hips rocked against you gently – just to feel something. Your hand slipped from his hair to his chest, curling your fingers in the fabric as he huffed from above you. 

His hand gripped tighter on your thigh, pulling his lips from your own to flutter kisses across your face until he pulled back to look down at you. He then held up one finger in front of you before stealing another kiss. Your lips always moved so perfectly together, like in some ways you were made for just this, kissing Steve Harrington. 

You whined softly against his lips, pushing softly at his chest as you pulled your lips away. “C’mon, baby.” You looked up at him, giving him one last kiss before you slipped out from underneath him and swung your legs over the bed. 

“So, what’s the plan today?” He asked as he sat up on the mattress, leaning back on his hands as his eyes followed you as you made your way over to the door. 

“My aunt will probably be round soon, we’ll probably have some lunch then get ready. I think people are coming over for like, six? Is that okay?” Your fingers toyed with the door handle, leaning your head against the door as you looked over at Steve. 

“Sounds great. Are we jumping in the shower now?” He swung his legs over the bed, standing up to walk to the dresser where your Mom had left some towels out for him. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his question. At home, you and Steve would shower together more often than you would on your own. Sometimes it would be him just sitting on the closed toilet seat and talking to you about your day whilst you washed your hair, or you’d quickly hop in with him before work if you’d overslept. 

“Steve.” You whispered, glancing around the door to make sure neither of your parents had heard his comment. When you looked back over at him, he’d taken a few steps closer to you with a small smile. 

“Sorry, just habit,” He lifted his hand to brush a few strands away from your face that had fallen from your ponytail, his fingers settled at your chin to lift it up so he could press a soft kiss to your lips. “You go, I’ll jump in after.” 

You nodded softly, lifting up on your toes to steal one last kiss from him before stepping out into the hallway back toward the bathroom. Your arm slipped behind the shower curtain to turn the shower on, knowing the old silverware like the back of your hand. 

The water washing over you felt incredible. The steam loosening your skin as you tipped your head back under the stream, lathering up the shampoo your mother had bought specially for your return home. As you washed your body, you couldn’t help but feel the loss of Steve’s presence here with you. 

Cold air hit your skin as you stepped out of the shower, using the fluffy towel to warm yourself up as you dried yourself off. You wrapped the towel tightly around your body before opening the bathroom door and heading back to your bedroom. 

After you’d dried off completely and covered yourself in your favourite lotion that you’d packed, you got dressed in your favourite white sundress. You pulled out a box from under your dresser, where your old hair dryer was still happily living. It groaned slightly as it whirred to life, blowing your hair here, there and everywhere as you dried it with your hairbrush. 

When you finally unplugged it, the sound of laughter and conversation came booming from downstairs. The hairdryer was discarded back in the box and kicked under your bed, you slipped on a pair of sandals and made your way downstairs. 

“Do it again, do it again!” You heard a shriek of laughter getting louder as you scurried down the stairs, your fingers skimming the banister as you glided down them. 

You were met with your younger cousin, Jessie, with her arms flailed about being thrown over Steve’s head. She was squealing with laughter, and as soon as he bent over to put her down she was begging to be thrown about again. 

“Again? Gosh, any more and you might get mistaken for a plane.” Steve huffed out with a smile before lifting her up again, spinning as he did. You felt your smile grow across your lips, practically aching. 

You could’ve stood at the bottom of the stairs watching Steve play with your cousin for hours, until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your head spun on its axis, faced with Jess’s Mom, your Aunt Sheila. “Hey!”

“Hey, sweetie,” She pulled you into a tight hug, her arms slipping around your middle to give you a tight squeeze as her hand gently rubbed at your upper back. “It’s so great to see you, you look great.” 

“Me?” You laughed gently as you pulled away, taking her bag off of her shoulder that she was still holding. Your hand gestured out to her, offering her a bright smile. “Look at you! You look stunning.”

She scoffed slightly, shaking her head as her arms slipped over her chest. You watched her glance over to Jessie who was already enamoured with Steve, her tiny hand slipping through his and dragging him toward the back of the house. “I would like to meet the famous Steve, but I think my daughter might have stolen him away from everyone already.”

Your head shook gently as you laughed, taking a few steps further into the house where you placed her bag on a hook. You turned to her as you spoke, then motioned your head for her to follow you. “I’m sure she can share. I’ll introduce you, come on.” 

When you reached your backyard, Sheila’s husband, Rob and their other two children were already outside talking with your parents. Your Dad had got the grill out ready for tonight, he’d even already set out a table by the backdoor with an assortment of drinks. Soft drinks, beer, spirits, anything you could think of. 

Despite the fridge in the garage already overflowing with burgers, steaks and sausages ready to be cooked for everyone tonight, your Mom had already spent all morning making breakfast sandwiches for all the guests who were around now. 

“Jess!” You called out as you crossed the porch and skipped down the few steps toward the grass where she was playing a ball game with Steve. Her head spun at the sound of your voice, squealing with excitement as she ran over to you shouting your name. 

You bent down and caught her as she launched onto you, sitting her on your hip as your arms wrapped around her. “Look at you, you’re so big now!” Your hands pinched her knees gently and she laughed, her foot kicking beneath her. 

“I was playing with Steve.” She said through her laughter as if you were interrupting them, to which you gasped softly. You glanced over at Steve who was jogging over to the two of you, slightly out of breath with his hands on his hips. 

“Well, can I steal him for a minute? I think your Mommy wants to meet him.” You smiled up at Steve as you spoke, your head tilting slightly toward the deck where all four adults were smiling over at you. 

Jess took actions into her own hands, climbing down from your grip and launching back across the garden like a rocket toward her parents. You felt Steve’s arm slip around your shoulder, pressing a kiss against your temple. 

“She’s adorable.” He mumbled into your hair as the two of you started walking to the deck, your own arm slipping around his waist and pushing your hand into his front pocket. 

“Yeah, she’s the best,” You beamed as you leant your head into him, looking up at him briefly as you spoke. “You looked super cute playing with her, made me think about what you’d look like playing with our kid one day.” 

His eyebrow raised slightly as his eyes read over your face, trying his hardest to fight back a smile. You pulled your arm back slightly as the two of you made your way up the steps. You cleared your throat gently to get the attention of everyone on the deck, even though they were all already smiling at you and Steve.

“Aunt Sheila, Rob, this is Steve. Steve, this is my Aunt Sheila and my Uncle Rob.” Your hand gestured between them, and Steve was quick to leap forward to shake both of their hands, offering them both a bright hello and an even brighter smile. 

The afternoon whizzed by after that. Your Mom lugged her stereo into the garden and had music flooding through the grass for hours, more of your relatives fleeting in as the day wore on. You’d introduced Steve to dozens of your family members by now, and he greeted each one with the biggest smile he could possibly offer them. 

As the evening settled and your Dad was busy grilling steaks, you took it upon yourself to clear some of the plates and cups that had accumulated through the afternoon. You flashed Steve a small wink as he stood on the deck talking with your Uncle, smiling as he tipped the neck of his beer in your direction. 

You stood at the sink, washing up some of the plates when you felt the presence of someone behind you. A faint woody, musky scented cologne filling your nose as a familiar pair of heavy hands settled at your waist. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?” Steve spoke softly as he rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at your hands as they scrubbed a sponge across the front of a plate. 

“Hm, I don’t think you did.” You bit down on your lower lip to push down your smile, pulling your head back slightly to turn to look at him. Steve’s eyes looked down into yours, his hand rubbing at your waist gently. 

“Well, you look beautiful. Your hair’s so damn soft,” He leant forward to nuzzle his nose through your hair, causing you to laugh gently. His lips lowered to your shoulder, peppering soft kisses against your skin as his hand splays across your stomach. “Your nose is a little sunkissed, too. ‘S cute. And this dress, wow.” 

“Steve.” You gently warned as his hand slipped down your body, his palm rubbing across your thigh. Your eyes glanced out of the window, looking at everyone congregating outside, but your breath hitched as you felt his hand slowly pull the hem of your dress upward.

“Everyone’s busy outside, baby,” He spoke into your skin, using his spare hand to pull your hair around to your other shoulder to give him more access for his lips to explore. “Need you so bad, please.”

You dropped the plate in the water and spun around as quickly as your body could manage, your hands grabbing his shoulder for stability as your lips found his own in a frenzy. He sighed into your mouth as your lips parted for him instantly, letting his tongue explore your mouth as his hands pawed at your waist. 

Steve’s thigh slipped between your legs with ease, his hand slipping to your hip and guiding you closer to him. Your bodies slotted so perfectly together, your moans vibrating past his lips as your dress pooled at your hips, allowing Steve to roll your hips against him. 

His hand slipped down to the globe of your ass, squeezing it in his hand as your hips rocked back and forth frantically against him. You didn’t realise how badly you needed him after last night, this morning, you felt yourself tighten around the thought of him as he panted from above you.

Your clit pulsed beneath your underwear with each roll against his thigh, your hands slipped onto his chest as your fingers clung to the material that laid there. You pulled your lips back from him to whine softly, “Baby, s–someone might come inside.”

Steve swallowed thickly at your words, his hand slipping from your waist to pull your skirt down over your ass as he pulled his thigh from between your legs. The two of you glanced down, a small gasp escaping your lips at the small wet patch that had gathered there from you. 

Your teeth sank into your lower lip as you pushed the tips of your fingers around the loops of his belt, unable to break your eyes away from the bulge in his jeans. You looked up at him, taking in a sharp breath. “Go upstairs and change your jeans, I’ll be up in a minute.”

His eyebrow raised gently, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smirk as he nodded. His hands squeezed your hips gently as he whispered gently. “If you’re not up in five, I’ll have to sort myself out.” 

Your jaw dropped at his words, unable to stop the mirror of his smirk against your own lips. You shook your head gently as you pushed him backwards, releasing yourself from the edge of the sink and taking a step backward. “I can deal with that, might teach you a lesson.”

He snorted a laugh at your words, following in your steps behind you to make his way upstairs without being seen. You felt a sharp smack against your ass as you turned to head back outside, and when your head spun to look at Steve he was already jogging down the hallway toward the stairs. 

“There you are, honey!” Your Mom called from the deck, waving you over with a bright smile. You smiled at her, subconsciously fixing the hem of your dress as you made your way back outside to your mother. 

She pushed a small glass of wine into your hands, pulling out the chair in between her and your cousin. They pulled you quickly into conversation, but your mind was buzzed with the idea of Steve sitting upstairs waiting for you. 

You must’ve counted down from ten at least twenty times, psyching yourself up to excuse yourself from the conversation. Your Mother was startled when you pushed yourself back in the chair, placing the glass on the table in front of you. 

“I’ll be right back, sorry.” You muttered as you practically scrambled back toward the house. You ducked past a few people in the kitchen, offering them a tight smile as you jogged down the hallway and rounded the bottom of the stairs. 

When you reached Steve’s bedroom, you didn’t knock or give him a minute to answer. As you pushed it open, Steve was already walking to the door ready to head back downstairs. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I got pulled into a conversation with my Mom and Tina, I’m sorry.” You clicked the door shut behind you and padded over to him, lifting yourself on your toes to wrap your hands around the sides of his neck. 

He shook his head gently, his own hands pushing through your hair and settling on your back as he spoke. “Don’t worry about it, honey. I shouldn’t have done all that, I’m sorry. Let’s head back downstairs, we go home tomorrow, so we can wait–”

Your own head was shaking now, your grip dropping from his neck to quickly wrap around the buckle of his belt. Your hands scrambled to undo it, picking it open and pulling it out of the loops before looking back up at him. “Nuh-uh, I won’t take long.” 

Before Steve could even blink and register your words, you’d already dropped to your knees in the middle of your parents guest room. Your fingers quick to unzip the denim and tug them, along with his boxers, down to his thighs. 

His cock fell out from the material, already half hard. You hummed happily, running your tongue along your lower lip as your fingers wrapped around the base of him whilst the other hand settled on the back of his thigh. Your wrist circled as you slowly began pumping his cock, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “God, I fucking love your cock, baby. So big, and all for me.”

He huffed a breath at your words, his fingers pushing through your hair as he watched your tongue slowly follow the prominent vein appearing on his hardening length. Your thumb gently traced across his slit, your tongue reaching out to collect the pre-come that had pooled there. You hummed happily at his familiar taste as you wrapped your lips around him. 

“Shit, baby.” Steve spoke through gritted teeth, his jaw slacking as he watched your head drop on his cock. His eyes bore into you as your hand pumped his length that your lips couldn’t reach. You’d probably given Steve hundreds of blowjobs, but every time the sheer heaviness and swell of him in your mouth surprises you. 

You pull back your lips, your hand picking up its pace as you bring your other hand that was on Steve’s thigh to assist you. Saliva pooled in your mouth, wetting your tongue as you pulled back to drool your spit over Steve’s tip, smiling contently at the sound of his choked moans. 

As your lips enveloped around his tip again and began sinking down his length, his other hand was quick to card through your hair. Watching intently as worked on his cock, your lips reaching the second fist you’d wrapped around him so it’s back to grip his thick thigh for stability. 

Moans are falling from Steve’s lips and hitting your ears like sirens luring a sailor. Each beautiful sound he’s making just makes you want him, need him even more. You hum happily around his cock, breathing in through your nose as you sank further on his length, your tongue flattening as you nose at your fist. 

“Holy shit, honey–” Steve whimpered as you dropped your other hand, pressing against his hip as your nose brushed against the hair that laid at the base of his cock. “Look at you, you love sucking my fucking cock. Huh?” 

His grip in your hair tightened, his breath tight as he held you in place, his hips rutting backward and forward gently. You hummed happily around him, albeit you did love letting him use your face like this. His grip was gentle as he began pulling your head back, then forward to meet each of his shallow thrusts. 

“You love it when I fuck your face, don’t you? Such a good girl for me, fuck.” The words tumbled past his lips, his chest heaving as you felt his hips twitching as his pace picked up. So you pulled your head back tentatively, your fist returning to pump him as you looked up at him. 

“Are you gonna come, baby? Want you to come for me, please.” You mumbled against his length as your lips trailed up the side of it, feeling heavy in your hand as you took him between your lips again. 

Steve nodded quickly, his moans bouncing off the walls and dancing throughout the room. His fingers gently rubbed against your scalp as his head fell backward, curses bumbling past his lips under his breath as your hand worked in tandem with your mouth. Keeping a steady pace to bring your boyfriend to finish. 

“Good girl. That’s it, baby– Fuck, oh my God– I love you, babe– Oh.” Words were falling past Steve’s lips like he’d just learnt how to speak and the novelty hadn’t worn off yet. His hips jerked beneath your grip, his whines peaking as he finally met your eyes. A soft, disbeliefing laugh passing his own lips as he released into your mouth. 

You hummed happily at the feeling of his warm spend leaking down your throat, your hand slowing its movements as you coaxed him from his high. His grip dropped from your hair, just to gently hold the back of your head as he followed the movements of you finishing him off. 

As you pulled your mouth away, a trail of saliva and come connected you to his tip. The two of you giggled together at the sight, you leant forward to run your tongue across him once more before pushing yourself up onto your feet. 

Steve's hand slipped from holding the back of your head to your jaw, his thumb and forefinger running along the curve of it as his eyes trailed down to your mouth. His voice was low when he spoke, feeling it in your bones. “Did you swallow it all, pretty girl?”

You nodded softly, opening your mouth for him and sticking out your tongue. He hummed in content, leaning forward to lick his tongue across yours – to which you let out a soft sigh. Your hands slipped from his hips to rest at his waist, pulling yourself back slightly to look up at him. “Was that okay?”

Steve scoffed slightly, his hand slipping from your jaw to push your hair behind your ear. His eyes crept over your swollen lips and glossy chin, his own lips breaking out into a smile as he brushed his nose against yours gently. “Silly question and you know it.” 

You rolled your eyes at his words, unable to fight the small smirk tugging at your lips. You lifted your chin to press a kiss against his lips as your hands snaked back down his body, assisting him in pulling up his boxers and his new jeans that he might have to change again. 

“I love you so much,” He mumbled against your lips as your fingers fixed his buckle for him, swiftly pulling up the zipper on the denim. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his lips dropped to your ear, whispering gently against your skin. “Your turn.”

“Steve–” You couldn’t help but giggle, shaking your head as your hands slipped up his body to press against his chest, creating some space between you. “We need to head back downstairs, or my Mom might think I fell in the toilet.”

Steve let out an exaggeratedly loud sigh as his head rolled backwards, huffing air past his lips as he felt you pulling away from him. Your fingers laced through his as you began tugging him out of the bedroom. He happily followed you down the stairs, the two of you manoeuvring through your family and friends that had now crowded inside. 

When you reached your garden hand in hand with Steve, he was quickly whisked away by your Dad and uncles, shoving a beer to his chest and asking him about the game last week. Your smile brightened watching Steve fit in so easily with your family, like he belonged here. 

As the sun settled over your garden and the night sky overtook above you, your house was soon to empty out. You probably spent an hour saying goodbye to your cousins and your relatives, telling you to come visit home more often and you telling them to come to Hawkins. 

Your aunt Sheila squeezed your arm as she pulled away from your hug, “It’s really great seeing you so happy, honey. I mean, Steve, you really glow when you’re around him. We can all see how much he loves you.” Her words warmed your heart as you lifted your hand to squeeze her own. 

“Yeah, I really am lucky,” You beamed at her before turning your attention to Steve helping your Dad take some of the extra bottles of beer back into the house. “We’ll be back soon, I promise.” 

Sheila leant forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek before whispering giddily in your ear. “Hopefully next time with a ring.” She’d pulled away before you had a chance to react, giggling to herself as her hand grabbed onto Jessie’s and lifted them up to wave at you as they gathered Rob and made their way out to head home. 

As the last few people faded out of the house, you and Steve were in the kitchen washing and drying the last of the plates together when your Mom floated into the house from the yard. She was a heap of giggles and slurred words, her arm linked through your Dad’s as she paused in her step at the sight of you and Steve. 

“Gosh, look at our baby,” She squeaked as her hand squeezed your Dad’s arm. She pulled herself away and made her way to you, you turned your body to her but kept your wet hands over the sink. Her hand lifted to play with the end of your hair as she smiled, “So proud of you. You’ve grown up to be such a lovely woman, and Steve–”

“Alright, sweetheart,” Your Dad interrupted, his hand settling on her back as he pulled her back into him gently. “Let’s get you to bed, hm? Don’t remember the last time I saw you drink that much wine.”

You and Steve laughed gently as she turned her face to his shoulder, giggling at herself before nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Y’might have to carry me up the stairs, though.”

Your Dad exaggeratedly rolled his eyes to you and Steve, but the warm smile across his lips and the way his soft hands guided your Mother out of the room counteracted it. You listened as the two of them laughed, cursed and banged their way up the staircase.

“Your parents are amazing,” Steve spoke gently from beside you, causing you to break your gaze away from your soapy hands to look over at him. His eyes were intent on the tea towel on his own, slowly breaking away to smile down at you. “It’s no surprise you turned out as incredible as you are.”

“Oh, honey,” You spoke gently, settling the dish in the sink and wiping your hands on your dress. He dropped the teatowel and turned to you as you moved, your hands settling on his hips as your head tilted back to look up at him. “They absolutely love you, everyone did. I can’t wait until we have our own family one day.”

Steve’s eyes brightened at your words, the corner of his lip turning upward as his hand lifted to settle at your jaw. His other hand settled at your back, pulling you closer to him as he tipped your head to his to press a kiss to your lips. “You’re gonna be the best mom ever.” 

You smiled against his lips, your fingers squeezing his hips as you whispered softly. “I love you so much, Steve, more than anything.” 

“I love you,” Steve whispered against you before pulling himself back slightly. His eyes glanced up at the clock behind you, his hand lifting from your jaw to push a few strands behind your ear as he spoke. “And I could stand right here telling you how much I love you all night long, but it’s getting late, and we’ve got to make a move in the morning.” 

A loud, exaggerated groan left your lips as your head lulled back on your shoulders. You gave him a final squeeze before pulling yourself back, grabbing the last dish and placing it on the drying rack and making your way out of the kitchen with Steve close behind you. 

Steve’s hands patted against your ass with each step up the stairs, causing small laughs to fall past your lips and a loud shush in retaliation from Steve as you rounded past your parents bedroom door. 

He walked you right up to your own, your hands pressed against his chest as he leant down to you. A soft, tender kiss against your lips as his hand rested at your lower back. He pulled his lips away to press one more against you, then another, before speaking gently. “Goodnight, baby. Sleep well.” 

“Night, honey.” You smiled up at him, your grin somehow widening as you watched him cross the hallway and turn back to you as he opened his door to flash you a wink. You rolled your eyes gently, but flashed him one in return before retreating into your room. 

The warm glow of your lamp enveloped you in as you unzipped the dress, pulling it over your head and folded it up and placed it on top of your duffle bag. Your arms snaked around your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall onto the dress before grabbing Steve’s t-shirt from the end of your bed and tugging it over your head. 

A familiar creak sounded beneath you as you sat on the edge of your twin sized bed, letting your hand rub over the blanket that kept you warm many nights many years ago before climbing onto it properly and laying down to drift to sleep. 

What felt like forever later, your eyes eventually closed, but your mind was still racing. Thinking about how much you loved being at home, but also how you wish you could either fast forward 24 hours to when you’ll be laying in Steve’s arms, or to the future when you’re married and can lay here with him unscathed. 

Your mind thought back to the bathroom last night, the familiar feeling of Steve’s fingers curling inside of you burning between your legs. To this morning, waking Steve up and now regretting not letting him just slip in – just a little. And earlier on, sinking to your knees in the guest bedroom and taking his heavy cock in your mouth. 

Without even realising, your thighs had fallen open and your hand had drifted between your legs. Your palm dragging across your mound as you clenched around nothing, desperate to dull the ache that the memory of Steve had ignited. 

“Fuck it.” You murmured to yourself, the bed creaking and mattress springing beneath you as you lifted yourself off of the bed with fever. You tip toed as quickly as you could across the room, slowly clicking the handle to open the door. 

But when you did, Steve stood only inches in front of you, his hand had risen mid-air like he was just about to knock for you. You took in a sharp breath, a devilish smirk growing across his lips and mirroring against your own as your hand reached out and dragged him into your room. 

You threw your arms around his neck as he bent down to find you, his hands finding the backs of your thighs as he pulled you up against him. Your legs snaked around his waist, licking into his mouth as his palms rubbed you, soothing your hot skin. 

“I need you so bad, Steve,” You whispered against his lips, your arms tightening around him to press yourself into his chest, desperate to feel as much of him against you as possible. “I don’t care anymore. I need you to fuck me, now.” 

He practically growled into the kiss, his hand slipping to your lower back to keep you against him as he turned to cross the plush carpet toward your bed. His knees rested at the end of it, careful as he laid you down. 

The bed groaned under the weight of you both, so much that you had to pull away from the kiss to gasp softly. When you pulled your arms off of him to push yourself up the bed, it sighed beneath you. When Steve shifted his weight to follow you, it grumbled. And when you lifted your hand to pull him back down onto you by his t-shirt, it practically screamed. 

“Shit,” You sighed against his lips, your hand now pushing him backward as your legs unwrapped his waist, falling onto the bed – enticing another groan from it. “No, absolutely not. I’m not doing this on this creaky ass bed, my parents could wake up at any time.”

Steve slowly pulled back gently, his eyes glancing over your room before looking down at you. “The floor?” His voice was a hoarse whisper, his hands resting on the mattress on either side of you. 

You nodded quickly, bracing yourself for the noise the bedframe will inevitably make when you both get up from it. You both pull off it slowly, but once you’re stood up he’s back on you like a rash. 

Both of his hands tangle through your hair as he pulls your head back to lick into your mouth, your own scrambling beneath the hem of his shirt to feel his hot skin against your hands. The two of you awkwardly inched sideways and down onto the ground, his hand holding the back of your head as you laid down. 

Although your carpet felt wonderful beneath your feet, it did not feel wonderful to lay on. Your hands slipped to his shoulders, your body shifting beneath you in an attempt to make yourself comfortable but you couldn’t find the right position. 

Steve felt you huffing and puffing against his lips, and not the good kind. He pulled his lips away gently to look down at you, his brows slightly furrowed. “I don’t think this is gonna work either, baby. Maybe we should just wait–”

“No!” You practically yelped, clearing your throat to try and mask your outburst. Steve bit down gently on his lower lip as you pushed him off of you and scrambled onto your feet. You frantically looked around your room, waiting for the lightbulb to turn on over your head. 

You couldn’t do it on your spinning desk chair, you’d probably feel seasick. You could try letting him pin you up against the wall but considering they weren’t particularly thick and your room was next to your parents – that was a definite no. 

“Come on.” You bent to grab his hand, tugging him to stand up so you could pull him across the room. You pulled your door open, seemingly now not caring about the noise as you scurried across the hallway and down the stairs. 

“Where are we going?” He whispered from behind you as you rounded the banister, looking back at him over your shoulder as you guided him down the hallway toward the living room. 

“You’re gonna have to be quiet, okay?” Your other hand slipped through his, pulling him into you as you rounded the cream coloured sofa that sat in your open planned living room. If you sat on the end of the sofa, you could see up the staircase and into the hallway. It was risky, but you had no other ideas, and you couldn’t wait any longer. 

And neither could Steve. His hands dropped yours and splayed against your waist, pulling you into him as his nose knocked your jaw, tipping your head back to let his lips familiarise with the skin across your neck. 

You were both careful as Steve settled onto the sofa, leaning backward and letting you climb onto him. Your thighs spread across his lap, settling either side of him as his hands slipped to your ass, pulling you closer against him as you straddled him. 

“Fuck, you don’t know how badly I’ve needed you these last two days, baby.” His words hit your skin, your head lulling backward as your fingers pushed through his hair. Holding him against you as your hips began rolling against his. 

His lips were quick to find yours as your core found his hardening length confined by his thin pyjama pants, “Fuck me, Steve. I–I need you.” You whined into his mouth, your hand slipping to hold his throat as his hands squeezed the globes of your ass, pulling you into him. 

“Get this off, now,” He spoke against you as his fingers slipped to the hem of your shirt. The thin fabric fed through his fingers as he pulled it up your body, pulling his lips away to watch your breasts reveal to him. “Fuck.”

He practically lunged forward, his hand moving back to your ass to push you upward for his lips to reach you. A whine slipped past your lips at the loss of him against your throbbing pussy, but you were quickly satiated as his swollen lips wrapped around your nipple. 

His hot tongue slipped across the hardened bud with ease, his eyes fluttering up to watch your face contort with pleasure as his mouth enveloped around you. He was quick to pull off and move onto the other, gently pulling it between his teeth to earn a small gasp from you before soothing you with his tongue. He dragged his wet mouth between the valley of your breasts, your chest shiny with his spit as his lips attached back onto the nub like it was the last thing he’d do. 

“Fuckin’ love these tits, baby.” He spoke with a mouthful, pulling off with a pop before pooling saliva in his mouth. He leant forward to drool his spit, your breath hitching as it hit you and he took you between his lips again. 

Steve’s actions were only blazing the fire inside you further, desperate to feel him, taste him, touch him – anything. It was like he could read your mind, as his hand slipped between your legs from behind. His fingers scrambled to push your underwear aside, the tips of his fingers delving between your folds. 

“You’re so wet, you really needed this, huh?” He whispered against your chest, pulling his hand back from between your legs to tug down the band of your panties. “Need this pussy, baby. Need you so bad.” 

You steadied your hands on his shoulders as your hips and legs assisted him in pulling them off. They dropped beside you, and he pulled his head to his chest to look between your legs. His hand reached out, using his middle and ring finger to push through your slit with ease. 

Both of you gasped at his touch, and when you looked down at him he was watching as he pulled his fingers back slightly to look at the mess you’d made on him from just one touch. 

“Such a fucking slut,” He whispered, almost to himself, before looking back up to meet your eyes. His fingers moved at a painful pace, excruciatingly slow as the tips of them spread you open, exploring every inch of your pussy as you whimpered above him. “You’re drippin’ all over me and I’ve only just touched you. You want me to fuck you, is that what you want?” 

His fingers paused as he waited for your answer, you nodded quickly down at him as your hips bucked against him gently. “Please, baby.” You shuddered, your voice shaky as he smirked up at you. 

He hummed in contentment, his dark eyes watching you with intensity as two of his thick fingers curled into you with ease. A loud sigh fell past your lips, trying with every part of your body to keep quiet as his digits fucked into you, curling against that spot inside of you that was making you see stars already. 

His other hand held your hip steady, working with you to grind against his fingers as he dipped his head to intently watch your cunt swallow his fingers. “Fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight. Grippin’ on me like– shit.” Steve’s breath caught in his throat as he spoke. 

Your hand slipped to his shoulder, shaking your head gently from above. He looked up at you as you did, his eyes falling to your lips as you spoke. “I need your cock, Steve. ‘S not enough, I need you.”

“Oh, yeah?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, see the fire behind his eyes as his hand left your hip to move to his pyjama bottoms. “You really are a little slut. Workin’ my fingers on you isn’t enough, you need my cock.”

You quickly nodded, your grip on him tightening as he pulled his fingers out of you. You cursed quietly under your breath, your pussy tightening around the loss of him as your eyes darted between your bodies. 

He lifted his hips slightly to pull down his bottoms to his mid thigh, you practically mewled at the sight of his heavy cock. The flushed tip leaking his precum down it as it hit his stomach could’ve finished you off right there. 

His hand slipped around it, slowly pumping his fist as he tilted his head back to look up at you. His chin lifted gently, his eyes lowering to your lips, and you knew him well enough now to know what he was asking you for. 

Your lips crashed against his with ease, swallowing any thoughts you’d had about being too loud. You gasped against him as you felt his fat tip press against your clit, your fingernails digging into his shoulder as he slowly guided himself through your folds. He moved slick with ease, the mess he’d made between your legs making him slip.

“You want my cock, baby? Want you to ask nicely.” He panted against your lips, his voice hitching slightly as your hips writhed above him, desperate for him to finally be inside you. 

“Please. I want– need you, Steve.” You whispered quickly, panting as your other hand found his shoulder for good measure. 

Steve pulled his lips back from yours, lifting his hand from your hip to tangle through your hair. He pulled on it slightly as his eyes traced your face, landing on the swell of your lower lip as he whispered back. “Whose, baby? Who does this pussy belong to?”

“Please, Daddy. Please, just fuck me.” Your voice wavered as you begged, and with that, Steve’s cock pushed into you with ease. 

He silenced your cry of pleasure with his lips, swallowing each of your moans as his hand dropped from your hair to join the other at your hips. He guided you down in time with his hips as he bullied up into you, his own moans falling into your mouth with each inch that you sunk down on him. 

“So fucking good at taking my cock,” He mumbled against you, cursing against your lips with each thrust into you. You pulled your lips back to press to his jaw, desperate to hear the whimpers and moans of his you were swallowing. “Tight little pussy, all mine.”

You nodded against him as you let him use you, guiding your hips to match his rhythm as he attempted to stifle his moans back. Your hand dragged down his chest, fingers clenching around the fabric of his shirt as his heavy cock spread you out around him, the lewd sounds filling up the room. 

“F–Fuck, baby,” He whined as he tipped his head back into the couch, your lips chasing his skin as you leant forward with him. The two of you sighed in pleasure as the position changed slightly, his hips adjusting as the tip of his cock fucked you deeper. “Such a good girl for me. Taking every inch of my fucking cock, such a–”

Your hands scrambled beside you as he spoke, grabbing your underwear that he’d discarded earlier and lifted your lips from him to watch as you shoved it in his mouth mid sentence. His eyes widened at your actions, hips stuttering at the taste of you in the fabric. 

“Talkin’ too much,” You panted quietly from above, your fingers digging it deeper in his mouth with a small smirk across your lips. “If you don't shut up, we're not doing this."

You could swear you heard him practically growl, his arms slipping around your back to pull you against him, to steady you as he picked you up and laid the two of you down on the couch. 

His hands pushed your thighs open so he could manoeuvre between them, grabbing onto the back of the couch as the other pressed into the cushion next to your head. He pulled his hips back, his tip pooling at your entrance as he looked down at you. 

Your leg lifted to his back, digging your heel into his ass to silently inch him back into you. You watched his eyes sparkle, his lips smirking around the pink lacy fabric before he pummelled his cock back inside you. 

You gasped, maybe too loudly for what you’d just scolded him for, your back arched against his front. Your head rolled back into the cushion beneath you, a tight moan falling from your lips with each thrust of him, each hit of his thick cock against your cervix. 

He leant closer to you, spitting the lacy fabric out of his mouth as his hand dropped from the back of the couch to wrap around your neck, his fingers inching beneath your jaw as his voice spoke against your lips, low and hot. 

“Who’s being too loud now, hm?” His eyes glared down into yours as his lips pressed against the lower of your face, avoiding your lips as your hands clung desperately to his shoulders. “Gonna fill you up– Fuck, fill you right up.”

“Please, baby.” You managed through your pleasure, trying your hardest to hold back your moans with each hard thrust of Steve’s cock inside of you. You could feel your orgasm approaching, the familiar heat rising within you as he hit the spot with precision with every thrust. 

“You gotta be quiet, you’re too loud,” He whispered as his hand slipped from your throat to press his fingers between your lips. They parted for him, your tongue inviting him in as your lips wrapped tight around his digits. “That’s a good girl. Love having somethin’ to suck on.”

Your walls tightened at his words, Steve shifted his weight onto his elbow for composure as he could tell your climax was approaching. His eyes watching your lips suckle his fingers was too much for him, pulling them out to replace them with his own mouth. 

His hand dipped between your bodies, his wet fingers finding your clit with ease, circling the swollen nub as you moaned into one another’s mouths. You could feel his hips stuttering, his cock twitching inside of you. 

“Come for me, baby, come on.” You whispered against him, your grip on him tightening as your pussy tightened around him. As his fingers kept their perfect pace, you were first to finish. 

Your orgasm that you’d been on the edge of for two days hit you hard, pulling your lips away from Steve’s to turn your forehead against his arm. Your thighs trembled beneath him, your pussy fluttering around him. 

“Fuck–” Steve mumbled as his cock spilled inside of you. His hips worked you both through it, fucking his come into you as his hand slipped from your clit to hold onto your waist to ground you both. 

You were both panting, completely spent as his forehead lowered to rest against your neck. His chin lowered to kiss your damp skin, any part of it he could find as his thrusts stalled, shallowly rutting against you to fill you up for good measure. 

“Holy shit.” You laughed breathily, lifting your hand to wipe the sweat from your forehead and let it fall behind your head. Steve lifted his head from your neck, peppering soft kisses to your jaw before slowly pulling out of you. 

His hand pressed into the back of the couch as he pushed himself up, your legs lifting to let him sit beneath you. You laid them across his lap, his hand softly rubbing at your shin as he looked down at you with a small smirk. 

“You good, baby?” His voice left a small whisper, you watched as his eyes trailed across your body. Your chest still covered with his spit and sweat, lower and lower until they reached the mess between your thighs. 

His hand slipped from your shin to your knee, pushing it open slightly to watch the sight of both yours and his own come pooling at your entrance. His palm splayed at your thigh, rubbing it gently as his eyes glanced up to yours. 

“Steve. Seriously–” You couldn’t help but let out a short laugh, still breathless as you could practically read his mind. He ducked his chin to his chest, looking up at you as his hand inched closer to your core. 

His own chest heaved as his hand rested at your inner thigh, his thumb reaching out to circle your entrance slowly. You gasped at the touch, lifting your arm to dangle over the lower of your face as he pushed his thumb in gently. 

“Just makin’ sure it’s in there good.” He mumbled, pulling his hand back to sit at your knee. You pulled your arm off your face to look up at him, and he sat there with a smug smirk before squeezing you gently. “C’mon, let’s get you up to bed.” 

It took a lot longer than anticipated. A lot of Steve hauling you up and you dropping dramatically back onto the sofa. A lot of you begging him to carry you over his shoulder. The two of you were like teenagers, giggling as he pulled your shirt over your head and steadied you up the stairs. 

Steve, like the gentleman he is, walked you to your bedroom door. You two spent what felt like ten minutes in each other’s arms, kissing any inch of skin you could. He pushed your door open for you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pulled away. 

You watched him cross the hallway to the guest room, and like he did a few hours ago, he turned around to flash you a wink before dipping into the room. You stood there for a moment, glancing into the darkness of your room before looking back at Steve’s door. 

You could set an alarm. Wake up ten minutes earlier than needed and sneak back to your room, right?

The floorboards groaned beneath your feet as you scurried across the hallway, bursting through the door to reveal Steve crawling under the covers. He huffed out a small laugh, shuffling over to the right side of the bed before drawing the sheets backward for you. 

“Could’ve bet fifty bucks this was gonna happen.” His voice was gentle as you clicked the door shut behind you and padded across the room, crawling into bed beside him and tucking yourself comfortably under his arm. 

“I just don’t sleep as well when I’m without you.” You whispered, smiling up at him as his arm wrapped around your back to inch you closer to him. Your leg laid over his own, head nuzzling against his chest as he leant to press a kiss into your hair. 

“I know, baby, me too.” He nosed your hair out of the way, his lips finding your temple. Your hand rubbed gently across his chest, finally exhaling a breath you didn’t even realise that you’d been holding in. 

“Goodnight, baby, love you.” Your voice murmured as your body was already drifting off to sleep in the comfort of Steve’s arms, your happy place.

Steve squeezed you gently, his other arm resting on his chest to rub his fingers against your hand gently as his eyes fluttered shut. “Love you, honey.”

The quiet of the house was the perfect soundtrack for the two of you to fall asleep. Happily, comfortably in each other's arms like you have been doing every night for the last two years, and you will do for the rest of your life. Until a thought struck through your mind, gasping with realisation. 

“Steve. My panties.” 

You dragged your feet across the tarmac, your trainers scraping lightly, every step requiring a monumental effort of will. When you pulled the passenger door open, the sudden rush of warmth and the familiar, grounding scent of his cologne, woody, clean, and entirely safe, hit you so hard that your throat instantly tightened.

You tumbled into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut to lock the harsh world outside. You hadn't even buckled your seatbelt before the first sob ripped its way out of your chest. It was a violent, involuntary sound that seemed to come from the very bottom of your lungs.

"Oh, sweetheart," Jack murmured immediately, his voice a low, worried rumble.

You dropped your head into your hands, your fingers digging into your temples as the dam broke entirely. The sheer weight of the last twelve hours collapsed on top of you, crushing whatever fragile composure you had managed to maintain for the sake of the patients.

Jack shifted the car into park, switched off the ignition, and unbuckled his own belt so he could turn fully toward you. He reached out, his strong, warm hand gently cupping the back of your neck. His thumb began soothingly rubbing the tense muscle right at the base of your skull.

"Hey, hey, look at me, sweetheart," he pleaded softly, his other hand finding yours and squeezing it tightly. "I've got you. You're safe. Let it out, honey, just breathe for me, okay?”

But the comfort only seemed to unlock more of the misery, the tears flowing freely now, hot and fast down your cheeks. "Robby has been on my fucking ass all day, Jack," you choked out, the words tumbling out in a breathless, frantic rush between heavy, shuddering gasps.

"What did he do, honey?" Jack asked, his jaw clenching as his thumb continued its rhythmic, calming strokes against your neck.

"Every single thing I did was wrong," you sobbed, pulling your knees up toward your chest as much as the small space allowed. "If I was five minutes late with a chart, he was there, breathing down my neck. I think he’s stressed because Trin is falling behind, but that isn’t my fucking problem. He practically fucking yelled at me in front of the nurses' station because a lab result hadn't come back yet."

"He did what?" Jack’s voice darkened, a flash of protective anger crossing his features even at the expense of his friend. "In front of everyone? He's an absolute ass sometimes."

"He acted as if I have any control over what the pathology lab does," you wept, pressing your face into Jack's palm as he brushed a stray tear from your cheek. "I felt so small, so completely useless, and he just wouldn't stop pushing me."

"I love him but Robby can be a miserable bastard who wouldn't know good stress management if it hit him in the face," Jack said softly, his tone shifting back to pure gentleness for your sake. "You are brilliant at your job, and he has no right to take his own incompetence out on you. Don't let him take your peace, love."

You shook your head, cheeks damp with tears. "It wasn't just him, Jack. The patients were just so mean today. I had a man throw a plastic cup of water at me because his pain meds were ten minutes delayed."

"Jesus Christ," Jack muttered, his hand sliding down to rub your arm comfortingly. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, it was just plastic, but it’s the principle," you cried, your voice cracking with a deep, exhausting sadness. "And another woman spent twenty minutes just shouting at me, calling me incompetent because the wait times were long. I was running between cubicles, trying my absolute hardest, and everyone just looked at me like I was the enemy."

"Shit. You're not the enemy, sweetheart. You're the one saving them," he whispered, leaning across the console to press a soft kiss against your temple.

"I didn't get to sit down once, Jack," you whispered, sniffing heavily as he pulled a clean handkerchief from his jacket and gently began wiping your face. "I didn't even get to eat my lunch because I left it sitting on the kitchen counter this morning, and the cafeteria was closed by the time I had a spare five minutes."

"Oh, my poor girl," Jack’s voice softened even further, filled with a profound, aching sympathy. "You haven't eaten a single thing since this morning? You should’ve called me, sweetheart. No wonder you're absolutely spent. You've been running on empty in hell all day."

"And on top of everything..." You paused, a fresh wave of grief washing over you, making you feel incredibly small and desperately lonely. Your breath came in jagged, uneven hitches as the absolute worst part of the day finally forced its way to the surface.

"What is it, sweetheart? Tell me," Jack urged, his fingers gently tangling in your hair, tilting your face up so he could look into your eyes.

"It's my birthday, Jack," you whispered, the admission sounding incredibly pathetic to your own ears, your voice dropping to a miserable, fragile whimper. "It's my birthday, and not a single person at work even noticed. No one said a word. My own team didn't care."

You hid your face in your hands again, your shoulders shaking. "I spent the whole day being shouted at and degraded, and it’s supposed to be my special day, and I just... I felt completely invisible. Like I don't matter to anyone at all."

Jack let out a low, pained breath. Before you could spiral any deeper into that dark thought, he shifted closer, pulling you completely across the center console and tucking you firmly against his chest.

He wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you so tightly that the cold, cruel reality of the hospital seemed to melt away entirely against his warmth. He buried his face in your hair, breathing you in, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

"Look at me," Jack commanded gently, pulling back just enough to frame your face with his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away the fresh moisture on your cheeks. "You listen to me very carefully, alright?"

You blinked through your tears, looking into his warm, fiercely sincere eyes.

"You are not invisible, and you matter more than anyone else in my world," Jack said, his voice ringing with absolute certainty. "I am so deeply sorry that today was a nightmare, and I am sorry that the day shift made you feel small on the day you should be celebrated. But you are done with them now."

He pressed a lingering, tender kiss to your forehead, keeping his hands warm against your cheeks. "The shift is over, I’m going to tear Robby a new one another day, and you are coming home with me. I've got you, okay?"

You rested your forehead against his collarbone, the steady, rhythmic thumping of his heart beneath his shirt serving as a perfect contrast to the chaotic franticness of your own head. "I'm just so tired, Jack," you whispered into the fabric of his coat. "I don't want to think anymore. I don't want to be strong."

"You don't have to be strong," he promised, his hands sliding down to rub your back in long, soothing strokes. "You've done enough fighting for one day. From this exact moment, I am taking care of everything."

"What are we going to do?" you asked quietly, your voice muffled against his chest, though you were already feeling the heavy cloud of tension begin to lift.

"We are going straight back to my apartment," he said, his lips brushing your hair as he spoke. "First, you are going to have a proper, long hot bath to wash all of that hospital filth off your skin.”

"And food?" you murmured, your stomach letting out a timely, traitorous rumble that made Jack chuckle softly.

"Yes, lots of food, sweetheart," Jack smiled, kissing the crown of your head. "I'm going to order a ridiculously expensive takeout that you love. We'll get everything you want and a little extra for later. You won't have to lift a finger."

He pulled back slightly, looking down at you with a soft, adoring expression. "And then we are going to pile every single blanket we own onto the couch, and we are going to watch whatever mindless crap you want until you fall asleep in my arms. How does that sound, birthday girl?"

A small, watery breath that was almost a laugh escaped your lips. You nodded against his chest, your muscles finally beginning to unlock, the tension draining out of you now that you had surrendered the burden of your day to him.

"That sounds like heaven," you mumbled, your eyes fluttering shut as the safety of his presence completely enveloped you.

"Then to heaven it is," Jack smiled softly. He kissed your temple one last time before gently guiding you back into your own seat, reaching across you to pull the seatbelt over your shoulder and clicking it securely into place.

He treated you with the kind of delicate, fragile care that you hadn't realised you desperately needed. "Let’s go," he said softly, restarting the engine, the familiar, low purr of the car filling the silence as he pulled out of the hospital car park, leaving the misery of the ER far behind.

The drive back to Jack’s apartment was a quiet, soothing blur. Jack kept one hand firmly on the steering wheel and the other stretched across the center console, his fingers securely entwined with yours. Every time you let out a small, residual sigh, he would gently squeeze your hand, a silent reminder that the hospital was growing further away with every passing mile.

By the time he pulled into the familiar driveway of his building, the sky had turned into a deep, velvety black. Jack rushed around to the passenger side, opening your door and unbuckling your belt before you could even reach for it. He scooped your heavy canvas work bag over his shoulder and wrapped his arm tightly around your waist, practically dragging you up the stairs to his apartment.

The moment the front door clicked shut behind you, the familiar warmth of Jack’s home wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. Jack immediately kicked off his shoes and helped you slide your tired feet out of your stiff trainers.

"Gonna head to the bathroom, honey," Jack murmured softly, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your neck as he unzipped your heavy winter coat and slid it off your shoulders. "Don't worry about a thing. I'm going to go run the water."

After pouring a glass of water, you walked into the bathroom, the tiles warm beneath your socks. Jack was there, sat on his shower chair by the side of the tub. He turned the brass taps, and the soothing, roaring sound of rushing water instantly began to drown out the echoes of the chaotic hospital alarms that had been ringing in your ears all day.

He reached for an expensive-looking jar of lavender and amber bath salts, pouring a generous handful under the running water. The bathroom instantly filled with a thick, fragrant steam that made your chest loosen.

"There we go," Jack said, standing and wiping his hands on a fluffy towel. He stepped over to you, his hands gently finding your waist again. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes dark with pure devotion. "Strip out of those clothes, sweetheart. Put them right in the laundry basket. I don't want you thinking about that place for the rest of the night."

"Thank you, Jack," you whispered, your voice still a bit raspy from crying.

"You don't ever have to thank me for taking care of you, beautiful," he replied softly, cupping your chin and kissing your lips with a slow, lingering sweetness that tasted like safety. "I'm going to order food now. Take your time in here."

Sinking into the hot water felt like an out-of-body experience. You lowered yourself down until the fragrant, bubbly water reached your chin, letting out a long, shaky breath. For the first twenty minutes, you just closed your eyes, letting the heat sink deep into your aching muscles, washing away the phantom feeling of Robby's critical gaze and the harsh words of the patients. You felt the tight knot in your chest finally begin to dissolve entirely.

By the time you finally stepped out of the bath, your skin was comfortably warm and completely relaxed. Jack had left your thickest, softest pyjamas warming on the radiator, along with a pair of fresh fluffy socks. Slipping into them felt like a massive relief, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the stiff scrubs you had been wearing for twelve hours.

When you walked back into the living room, the flat was dimly lit, illuminated only by the warm, flickering glow of a few scented candles and the soft amber light of the television. The heavy coffee table had been pushed closer to the sofa, and a massive mound of your favourite duvets and pillows covered the cushions.

"Perfect timing," Jack said, walking out of the kitchen carrying a large paper bag that was radiating a heavenly, rich scent. "The food literally just arrived. Come here."

He set the bag down and immediately pulled you into his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the fresh scent of the bath salts. "You smell wonderful. Much better than bleach and stress."

"I feel human again," you admitted, a genuine smile finally touching your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close.

"Good. Because you deserve to feel human, especially today," Jack said, kissing your cheek before guiding you onto the sofa.

He didn't just let you sit. He practically buried you in the blankets, propping pillows behind your back until you were perfectly comfortable. Only after that did Jack adjust himself, taking off his prosthetic with ease and leaning it against the side of the couch. He opened one of the cardboard containers, revealing a massive, steaming portion of your favourite takeout meal.

"Eat up, sweetheart," Jack urged, handing you a fork and settling down right next to you, his thigh pressing firmly against yours. "You need to make up for that lost lunch."

You didn't need to be told twice. The first bite of the rich, comforting food was so good it made you close your eyes in pure bliss. Jack watched you with a soft, satisfied grin, occasionally reaching over to brush a stray lock of hair away from your face or to feed you a bite of his own dish from his fork. He kept one hand resting on your knee under the blanket, his thumb moving in slow, rhythmic circles.

"Is it good, sweetheart?" he asked quietly, his eyes warm as he watched the stress finally wash away from your face.

"It's amazing," you sighed, taking a sip of the ice-cold water he had placed next to you. "I didn't realise how hungry I actually was."

"I know, my poor girl," he murmured, leaning over to kiss your temple. "But I've got you now. No more skipping meals, and no more bastards like fucking Michael Robinavitch ruining your day."

Once the containers were cleared away, Jack shoved them onto the table and immediately pulled you back into his space. He lay back against the corner of the sofa, dragging you with him so that you were lying completely on top of him, your head resting securely on his chest and your legs tangled beneath the heavy duvet.

He grabbed the remote, clicking on a familiar, light-hearted comedy movie you had seen a hundred times before, something that required absolutely zero brainpower to follow.

"Comfortable, love?" Jack whispered, his strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you so close that you could feel the vibration of his voice against your cheek.

"Perfect," you mumbled, completely content.

His large hands began a slow, mesmerising pattern across your back, tracing smooth circles up and down your spine, occasionally slipping beneath the hem of your pyjama top to press his warm palms directly against your bare skin. The soothing friction combined with the heavy meal and the warm bath made your eyelids feel incredibly heavy.

"Happy birthday, my beautiful girl," Jack whispered into the darkness, his voice thick with an undeniable, fierce affection. He reached over to the side table, fumbling for a moment before pulling out a small, beautifully wrapped velvet box, sliding it into your view. "I know the day was shit, but I hope this helps a little bit."

You blinked, opening the box to find a delicate, sparkling bracelet, simple enough to wear even during your shifts. Tears pricked your eyes again, but this time, they weren't from sadness.

"Jack... it's beautiful," you choked out, looking up at him through thick lashes. "You didn't have to."

"Of course I did," he said, taking your wrist and gently fastening the clasp, before kissing the inside of your wrist right over your pulse point. "You matter to me. Every single day, but especially today. Don't ever forget that."

You buried your face back into his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as a profound sense of peace finally settled over you. The mean patients, the unread charts, and the horrible manager didn't matter anymore. Right here, wrapped in Jack's arms, you were completely safe, deeply loved, and exactly where you were supposed to be.

"I love you, Jack," you murmured, your voice growing faint as sleep finally began to pull you under.

"I love you more, sweetheart," Jack whispered back, his chin resting on the top of your head, his hands never stopping their soothing rhythm against your back as he held you tight against his chest, keeping the rest of the world completely at bay.

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Music echoed through the living room, half-melted candles flickered around the kitchen island, and someone (probably Robin) has already gotten frosting smeared across one of the dining room chairs.

The entire place buzzed warm and loud with alcohol and laughter and the kind of comfort that only came from being surrounded by people who’d known each other forever.

And Eddie had been attached to you all night, not that you were complaining.

His arms were currently wrapped around your waist from behind while you stood in Nancy’s kitchen attempting to pour another drink, his chin resting lazily on your shoulder as he swayed the two of you gently to the music playing from the other room.

“You are being unbelievably clingy tonight,” you laughed.

“M’drunk and obsessed with you,” he replied immediately. “Lethal combination.”

You snorted, nearly spilling vodka into the cup. Behind you, Steve glanced over from where he stood digging through Nancy’s fridge. “Dude, I don’t think you’ve let go of her once.”

Eddie didn’t even look ashamed. “Why would I?”

Steve grimaced dramatically. “You guys make me feel single.”

“You are single,” Robin called from the living room.

“Yeah, thanks, Robin. I’m aware.”

You laughed softly, but your attention got stolen the second Eddie pressed a lingering kiss against the side of your neck.

“You smell good,” he murmured against your skin.

“You say that every day.”

“Because it’s true every day.”

His hands slid lower along your hips while you tried very hard to focus on making your drink normally and not the fact hands were near a particular spot that gives you chills. 

“You know,” he continued quietly into your ear, “that skirt’s been driving me fucking insane all night.”

Your face heated instantly.

“Eddie,” you whispered through a smile.

“What?” he asked innocently, though you could hear the grin in his voice. “I’m just appreciating my girlfriend on her birthday.”

He nipped lightly at your jaw, and you nearly forgot how to breathe.

“Good lord,” you muttered.

“That’s kinda the reaction I was hoping for, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, laughing under your breath, but you leaned back against him anyway, completely melting into his warmth while he held you tighter.

Across the room, Nancy walked by carrying a bowl of chips and paused briefly. “You two physically capable of standing separately for five minutes or no?”

“No,” Eddie answered immediately.

Nancy rolled her eyes fondly. “Alright. Just keep the horny behavior out of my kitchen.”

“No promises,” Eddie called after her.

“EDDIE.”

He was absolutely shameless tonight.

By the time the night got later and everyone settled into scattered groups around the house, you’d ended up curled beside Eddie on the couch downstairs with your legs draped over his lap. 

The room glowed dimly from the television nobody was really watching anymore, conversations overlapping softly around you, while Eddie absentmindedly rubbed his hand up and down your thigh. Or, not so absentmindedly.

Because every few minutes, his fingers would creep just a little higher beneath your skirt before dragging back down again, teasing.

The bastard.

You tilted your head toward him. “You’re being a menace.”

“Mhm.”

“And handsy.”

“Mhm.”

“And inappropriate.”

That finally made him grin, eyes heavy and lazy from the alcohol as he leaned in. “But you like when I get inappropriate.”

Your stomach flipped, especially when his hand squeezed your thigh afterward.

“You’ve been staring at me all night,” you accused quietly.

“Can you blame me?” he murmured. “Look at you.”

His gaze dragged slowly over your face before dipping lower. “So fucking pretty it’s distracting.”

You bit back a smile, suddenly very aware of how close his mouth was. Then he leaned in beside your ear.

“Been thinking about getting you alone since you walked through the door.”

Heat rushed straight through you. “Eddie—”

“What?” he whispered. “You’re sitting over here in this tiny little skirt looking this good? Think I deserve a medal for behaving.”

You laughed breathlessly, hiding your face against his shoulder while he chuckled softly, clearly pleased with himself. His fingers tilted your chin back toward him.

“There’s my birthday girl,” he murmured affectionately, eyes flicking down to your mouth. “All shy.”

“I am not shy.”

“You absolutely are when I flirt with you too much.”

“That’s because you say insane things.”

“And yet,” he mused, thumb brushing your bottom lip softly, “you still look at me like you wanna drag me upstairs.”

Your silence made him grin wider. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Thought so.”

You finally hit your limit somewhere around Eddie whispering, “C’mon, sweetheart, quit looking at me like that before I do something embarrassing in front of all your friends.”

Your face was burning. His hand was still dangerously high on your thigh. And the smug look on his face every time he got a reaction out of you was becoming unbearable.

You grabbed his wrist. “Enough.”

His eyebrows lifted immediately, grin slow and dangerous. “Enough?”

“Mhm.”

“You tapping out already?”

Instead of answering, you stood abruptly from the couch and tugged him up with you, which caught his attention fast.

“Whoa,” he laughed as you started pulling him toward the back door. “Where are we goin’, birthday girl?”

“You’ll see.”

Behind you, Steve barely looked up from the movie. “If you two disappear and come back engaged, I’m leaving.”

“Not engaged,” Eddie called lazily while letting you drag him through the house. “Probably sinful though.”

“EDDIE,” Nancy shouted from somewhere upstairs.

The music from inside dulled instantly behind you, replaced by distant crickets and muffled voices from the party. The grass was damp beneath your shoes as you hurried across the lawn, Eddie stumbling after you dramatically just to make you laugh harder.

“You are wasted,” he accused.

“I’m not wasted.”

“You just walked directly into that lawn chair.”

“It attacked me.”

“Mhm.”

You were still giggling when he suddenly yanked gently on your hand. The next thing you knew, you squealed as Eddie bent and threw you over his shoulder.

“EDDIE!”

“Oh, now she’s loud,” he teased, gripping your legs securely as he took off across the lawn.

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt, clutching onto the back of his jacket while he sprinted through the dark like a maniac.

“Put me DOWN—”

“Can’t hear you, sweetheart!”

You were breathless by the time he finally set you back on your feet near his front porch, both of you laughing uncontrollably while he steadied you by the waist.

His curls were a mess, your makeup was probably ruined, and he was looking at you like you invented the Earth and everything in it. 

“You know,” he murmured, still slightly out of breath, “you get really cute when you’re bossy.”

You rolled your eyes, though your hands immediately slid up into his jacket anyway. “You get really annoying when you drink whiskey.”

“Ouch.”

“Shut up.”

He grinned, leaning down until his forehead rested against yours. “You dragged me home,” he pointed out softly.

“Mhm.”

“For what exactly?”

You tried to answer confidently, but instead, your eyes flicked to his mouth, which completely gave you away. Eddie made a low sound in the back of his throat.

“I see,” he murmured. “Knew you were getting all worked up.”

“Maybe you should stop whispering filthy things in my ear then.”

“Maybe you should stop looking so pretty when I do it.”

Your breath caught when his hands slid beneath your jacket, fingers spreading warm against your waist.

“You have any idea,” he said quietly, eyes dragging over your face, “how hard it’s been keeping my hands to myself tonight?”

“You’ve literally been hanging off me for hours.”

“Yeah,” he replied easily. “And it still wasn’t enough.” His forehead stayed pressed to yours, whiskey and smoke on his breath. “Been hard since you put this little skirt on, baby. Walking around looking like every dirty thought I’ve ever had.”

You shivered, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. “Then stop teasing and do something about it, Munson.”

His grin flashed wicked in the porch light. “Bossy birthday girl.”

He kissed you hard, tongue sliding against yours with zero patience left. One hand stayed on your hip, the other sliding up under your skirt to palm your ass, squeezing possessively as he rocked his hips forward so you could feel exactly how hard he was.

“Eddie—” you gasped into his mouth.

“Shh. Neighbors are asleep, sweetheart. Unless you want them to hear how loud I’m gonna make you.” He nipped your bottom lip, then started kissing down your neck, sucking lightly at the spot that always made your knees weak.

“Gonna take such good care of you tonight. Been dying to get my mouth on you.”

He dropped to his knees right there on the porch without warning, hands shoving your skirt up around your hips.

The wood was rough under your shoes, but you didn’t care; his warm breath was already ghosting over your panties, and the sight of Eddie on his knees for you made heat flood straight between your legs.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh. “So wet already. This all for me?”

“Yes—Eddie, please—”

He hooked your panties to the side and groaned at the sight of you. “So pretty. My perfect girl.” Then his mouth was on you, hot and eager, tongue dragging slowly through your folds before circling your clit with filthy precision.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the moan that ripped out of you. Eddie hummed in approval, the vibration shooting straight through you.

He ate you like a man starved; long, messy licks followed by tight suction on your clit, two fingers sliding into you without hesitation, curling just right.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised between licks, voice muffled against you. “Ride my face. Use me.” His free hand gripped your thigh, holding you open wider as he devoured you. “Taste so fucking good. Could stay right here all night.”

Your legs started shaking. You buried your fingers in his messy curls, hips rocking against his tongue as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. He looked up at you through his lashes, eyes dark and hungry, lips shiny with you, and the sight alone nearly pushed you over.

“Eddie—I’m gonna—”

“Come on my tongue, princess. Let me hear you.” He sucked your clit hard, fingers pumping faster, and you came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as waves of heat crashed through you.

He didn’t stop. He kept licking you through it, gentler now, humming softly like he was savoring every second, until you were trembling and oversensitive.

When he finally pulled back, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. “Good girl,” he whispered against your lips. “So fucking good for me.”

You reached for his belt, desperate, but he caught your wrists gently and pinned them above your head against the doorframe with one hand.

“Not yet,” he murmured, nipping at your jaw. “I’m not done worshipping my birthday girl. Inside. Now.”

He fumbled the door open without letting you go, walking you backward into the dark trailer, mouth never leaving your skin. 

“Gonna fuck you so slow you feel every inch,” he promised, grinding against you. “Then I’m gonna make you come on my cock while I tell you how much I love you. Sound good, sweetheart?”

You nodded frantically, already pulling him closer. “Yes. Eddie, please—I need you.”

He had you pinned to the wall again in seconds, mouth crashing into yours, tongue licking deep while his hips rolled slowly and filthy against you. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans, thick and insistent, and it made you whimper into his kiss.

“Fuck, listen to those pretty sounds,” he growled against your lips. “You’re gonna be so loud for me tonight, aren’t you, baby?”

You nodded, fingers tugging at his belt, and this time he let you. The clink of metal filled the hallway as you shoved his jeans and boxers down just enough to free him. He hissed when your hand wrapped around his cock. 

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice strained. “You keep touching me like that, and I’m not gonna last.”

He grabbed one wrist again, pinning it above your head, and used his free hand to hike your skirt up around your waist. Two fingers dragged through your soaked folds, spreading your wetness.

“Still dripping from my mouth,” he praised, voice low and rough. “Such a messy girl for me.”

He lined himself up and pushed in with one slow, deep thrust, stretching you open until your back arched off the wall and a broken moan tore from your throat.

“Shit—Eddie—”

“That’s it,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. “Take every inch, baby. Good girl… so fucking tight around me.”

He stayed buried deep for a moment, letting you adjust, hips twitching like it was killing him to hold still. Then he started moving; slow, deliberate rolls that dragged against that spot inside you with every stroke.

“Eyes,” he ordered softly.

You forced your eyes open. His face was inches from yours, pupils blown wide, that dangerous-soft look he only ever gave you.

“I love you,” he whispered, punctuating it with a deeper thrust that made your toes curl. “Love this pussy. Love how you fall apart for me. Been thinking about this all damn night.”

Your free hand clutched at his shoulder, nails digging in as pleasure built fast and hot. He released your wrist so he could grab your ass with both hands, lifting you just enough to change the angle. The new depth made you cry out.

“Fuck—right there—”

“Yeah? Right there, princess?” He angled his hips and slammed in harder, watching your face like he needed to memorize every reaction.

He dropped his head to your neck, sucking a mark right below your ear while one hand slipped between you to rub tight circles over your clit. The dual sensation had your thighs shaking around his waist.

“Come on, baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”

The praise, the way he said it so reverently while fucking you against the wall like he couldn’t get deep enough, it wrecked you. Your orgasm hit hard, pulsing around him, a sharp cry spilling from your lips as your whole body clenched.

Eddie cursed, hips stuttering. “Fuck, that’s my girl. So good—squeezing me so fucking perfect.”

He fucked you through it, slower now, drawing it out until you were whimpering and oversensitive. Then he pulled out, spun you around, and bent you over the back of the couch in one smooth motion.

You barely had time to brace yourself before he was sliding back in from behind, deeper than before. “Oh my god—”

“Too much?” he asked, one hand smoothing up your spine.

“No, don’t stop. Please.”

He groaned in relief and started thrusting again, one hand gripping your hip, the other sliding into your hair to tug your head back gently so he could kiss the side of your neck.

“Love you like this,” he rasped. “Bent over, taking me so well.” His pace picked up, skin slapping against skin, the couch creaking beneath you. “Gonna fill you up, yeah? Want my cum deep inside this pretty pussy?”

You moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Yes—Eddie, please—”

He reached around to rub your clit again, lips pressed to your ear. “Come with me, baby. One more time. I wanna feel you.”

It didn’t take long. The angle, his voice, the way he kept murmuring “good girl, that’s it, I love you” against your skin—it sent you crashing over again.

Eddie followed right after with a broken groan, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside you, holding you tight against him like he never wanted to let go.

For a minute, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the distant hum of crickets outside. He then carried you down the hall to the bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot.

He laid you on the bed gently, crawling over you and kissing you slowly and sweetly, all the dominance melting into pure affection.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, brushing damp hair from your face. “You okay?”

You smiled, boneless and glowing, fingers tracing his jaw. “More than okay.”

He grinned, that crooked, boyish smile you loved. “Good.” 

“Love you,” he said softly, brushing his nose against yours. “So fucking much.”

“Love you too,” you breathed, smiling against his mouth.

He stayed there for a minute, just holding you, pressing lazy kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids. Then he sat up and scooped you into his arms like walking six feet to the bathroom was never an option. 

“C’mon, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The shower was warm, steam filling the tiny bathroom as Eddie held you under the spray. He’d stripped the rest of his clothes off and stepped in behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder. You leaned back into his chest with a contented sigh.

“Any soreness?” he asked quietly, kissing the side of your neck as his fingers rinsed you.

“A little,” you admitted. “Worth it.”

He hummed, turning you to face him. Water streamed down his curls, plastering them to his shoulders. “Best birthday ever?”

You nodded once, “Oh yeah, for sure.” He cupped your face and peppered kisses all over your face.

“C’mere,” he muttered, leaning forward. He washed your hair, massaging shampoo into your scalp with those talented fingers until you were practically purring. You did the same for him, giggling when he dramatically moaned at the feeling.

By the time you both stepped out, you were warm, clean, and wrapped in one of his big towels. He dried you off first, dropping kisses along your shoulders and collarbones the whole time.

Ten minutes later, you were in bed, both in nothing but underwear. He pulled you into his chest, legs tangled, one arm curled protectively around your back while the other stroked up and down your spine.

You stayed like that for a while; quiet breathing, his heartbeat steady under your ear, his fingers drawing little patterns on your hip. Every so often, he’d tilt your chin up for a slow kiss, lazy and full of love.

Easily, the best birthday you’d ever had by a landslide. 

ive realized that up until this point i haven't written an aftercare scene like, ever. my bad! anyway, i hope you all enjoyed :)

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