Plot: Steve had always been a lot to take... And when he presents as an Alpha, even if intimidating, you want it. You crave it. And you will adjust no matter what.
+18, omegaverse, p in v unprotected, big d steve, mentions of stretching, pain, smut, fluff, steve being a caring alpha, reader being a bit feral, knotting
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DAY 3 - SIZE DIFFERENCE
Steve has always been big.
You've been together since High School back in Hawkins. You have moved out with him as soon as you both graduated, because you both wanted to leave your parents behind. Everyone was sad you two left, especially Robin and Dustin, but they understood, and you two were also not far away.
But the problem appeared a month into living with him. When you hadn't presented at sixteen, you assumed you were a Beta, same process with Steve. You were so happy that you two got to share the same designation, because that meant that you would live in harmony, without the fear of instincts driving you wild.
And then, you presented.
It was a Thursday afternoon. You had been suffering a fever for a week, coughing, and sweating like crazy. You hadn't noticed how many times you had pressed your nose into Steve's clothing before washing them, pretending it was because you wanted to check if they were dirty or not. That's what you thought.
Steve found you, alarmed without knowing what to do. He wasn't prepared for it, and he tried to please you as best as he possibly could, but you desired more. For a week after your heat, he was depressed, thinking you would leave him. But you didn't. Your love for him was bigger than any instinct you had as an Omega.
The chances of Omegas staying with Betas were little, but not impossible. You took medicine to surpress Omegan urges, all of it so you could stay with Steve. He tried to tell you that you shouldn't sacrifice so much for him.
"You're worth itâŚ" You said with a smile, and he kissed you senseless before making love to you the way he always did.
Steve, as a Beta was pretty big. Before, you adjusted, you familiarized with it, your body learnt to take it and enjoy it. That didn't change at all. It was still what you knew, what he gave you, what you always felt. Even as an Omega, he was able to fill you the same way he's done before.
And a month later⌠Steve presented. An Alpha.
You weren't present for his rut. You were out working, and when you returned home, he was still breathing heavily, naked on the bed, and your eyes fell right between his legs. He asked of you to not help him, that it already passed, and you saw how the sheets and your clothes were all stained, his seed all over it, his sweat, his drool.
Thanks to your suppressants, a heat didn't trigger when you saw him, but your nostrils could not help but flare at the scent. His scent had always been delicious, but now it was so intense, so addictive. You wanted to help him⌠but⌠butâ
He had changed. He was bigger, thicker, and you were sure it was heavier. You remember the first few times Steve and you had sex. It was slow, gentle, until you could finally let go, after you could adjust to him. It wasn't what you remembered, yet it was.
You should be scared. You should be a little worried, but all you wanted was that. You wanted it. His strides changed, too, as if he needed more room to walk. You didn't tell him, but you decided to stop taking your suppressants. You shouldn't have done it without consulting the doctor, but you wanted your instincts to fully engulf in Steve.
Both of you sat on the couch, and you had been purring at Steve, lying on his chest, and he had heard your purrs before on him, but he knew what you wanted. He sighed, shaking his head, turning off the TV.
"Why did you turn it off?" You asked, and he looked down at you, an eyebrow raised.
"You are not paying attention to it." He said, and you pouted. Finally, he sighed, closing his eyes. "We don't have to⌠I knowâ I know it's not the same down there, and I don't want to hurt youâŚ"
"But I want it⌠Are we just not going to have sex anymore?" You whined, and he ran a hand through his hair in despair, a tent already appearing in his pants at the simple word of it. You took notice of it, biting your bottom lip as your hand itched to get closer to it.
"I mean, no, but I'm just afraid, sweetheart. The last thing I want is hurt you, and I remember our first time, and I know it's gonna happen again. You were already tight when I thought I was a Beta⌠I can't imagine now⌠Fuckâ" He threw his head back as images filled his brain, his cock twitching for attention, and the needy Omega of his girlfriend was not helping his state.
And you looked at his profile, hearts in your eyes, your slick starting to coat your underwear. You leaned forward, your lips pressing against his neck, and he growled in his throat, and he knew it wasn't something that could be ignored for long. Not when the love of his life was⌠mateable.
So, he carried you to your room, throwing you on the bed, undressing you with urgency as he kissed you senseless, and you couldn't be happier. You were purring, chirping, moaning his name as you finally felt that need and that itch being scratched.
"AlphaâŚ" You breathed out, and he groaned onto your clit, your slick having called out for him to have a taste. He was drunk off of it, and he wanted more and more and more, and his tongue licked and slurped, taking everything you had to give.
He didn't want to stop, not even when you came undone underneath him and on his tongue. But his cock was asking for attention and the need to be engulfed in your heat. You were crying out his name as you finally unclenched from his fingers, three to be exact, and he could let go of you. He stood up to rip his pants off as well as his underwear, and your eyes were immediately drawn to him.
Red at the tip, pulsating, twitching, big and thick. It wasn't unfamiliar, but at the same time, you had awareness of it. You couldn't help but lick your lips as he doubted for a second before climbing over you. The head of his cock rubbed against your slit, and he cursed under his breath.
"You need to tell me if it's too much⌠If it hurtsâŚ" He pleaded, and you nodded wildly, wanting him inside of you no matter what and when he pushed in, your eyes widened, your mouth opening widely as you threw your head back.
Shit. Fuck. Fuck. It was stretching, it was burning, it was sort of painful, but you didn't want to stop. You wanted to adjust. You needed to adjust. This was your Alpha, and yours only, so your body will listen to you.
"Ghâ" You were choking on your breath, on your saliva. Your head was spinning at the feeling, many emotions passing through it, and Steve, even in his euphoric state, held back. He was staring at your expressions, at the slight twitches as he sank in slowly, letting you adjust for a few seconds at each inch.
"Baby, Omega, talk to meâ"
"Keâ p gâ ng," You couldn't formulate full sentences, your breath being knocked out of you. He looked down between your bodies, and he was glad he only had a few inches left to go and bottom out inside of you.
But then he felt pressure, and you gasped. He stopped completely, shaking his head.
"No, this is all you can take, no more." He said, and your eyes snapped towards him, and your instincts drove you insane. You couldn't think properly, and you could feel your slick coating him more and more, and you could feel just how your hips burned, as if they were shifting slowly so you could take him completely.
And then you understood. His knot. You wanted to be knotted. And if he didn't bottom out, he was not going to.
Your body moved, a strength you shouldn't have as an Omega, and Steve was caught off guard when you tightened your thighs around his hips, and with your hands, you pushed him to the side, his cock never leaving your inside, and as soon as your knees hit the bed, straddling him, you slammed down on him.
You cried out, your hips hurting, your pelvis feeling like it was suddenly punched. You couldn't breathe, and Steve's soul left his body. Your head was thrown back, tears slipping to the sides of your face. You were full, more than full. You knew that if you looked down, you would be able to see the tip of his cock outline on your belly.
You were his Omega. He was your Alpha. Yours. And you were made to take him and only him. And if you could adjust once, you would adjust again.
"Holy fuck, shit, god!" He cursed, never having felt like this, his body engulfed in flames, in lava almost. You were pulsing around him, fluttering, and your hips shifted, slowly, side to side, making him groan, his hands grabbing at your thighs, his fingertips not realizing they were digging harshly into your skin.
And then, relief. Sudden relief. It was still punching your stomach outwards, but you smiled with satisfaction as you purred loudly, your hands slamming on his chest as you moved upwards, and then back down. You felt yourself trembling on top of him, slick falling onto his pelvis, at the base of his cock, and you didn't feel like the normal you. This was a feral version you never saw in your life.
Steve's chest rumbled in need, and as he saw the satisfaction in your face, he looked down to see the outline of the tip of his cock over your skin. So deep inside of you, where no one else would go. You were his. And you were deciding to adjust, forcing your body to accept him fully. And when you moved a few times, it felt like something clicked in his head. In his body.
And he flipped you over, his hips moving faster, and your moans grew louder, and louder, purring, whimpering, crying, begging for more, and more.
"Steveâ Fuck! Alpha, please, please, please," You panted heavily, and Steve lost his mind, ramming into you like a madman. Your slickness was making him slide in and out easily, and he knew you were staining the sheets below him, and he couldn't be happier. Your scent, your arousal, your need for him, made him pulsate.
"I'm gonna knot, shitâ Baby, Omega," And you knew it was going to be painful, you were aware, and yet you were not scared. In fact, you wanted it so you could learn to take it. To learn to have it always. To learn so it would someday take.
You nodded desperately, and you gasped as it started forming, pain surging over your body, your hips, your walls, and yet it was so satisfying. You cried out with a hiss, nails digging into his shoulders as he grew and grew, and he apologized at each second with grunts, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
Not when he comes the way he does inside of you, and you milk him dry. Not when he locked in inside of you, and you rubbed your belly to caress the outline of his cock over your skin. He was breathing heavily, lying on his side and holding you close, waiting for his knot to go down.
"I'm sorry for hurting you⌠I'm⌠I bet it hurts even nowâŚ" He voiced out, and you looked up at him, drunk on your Alpha.
"I'll adjust⌠We just have to do this over and over again, StevieâŚ"
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Űśŕ§ Steve eating out his shy inexperienced girlfriend
Steve's hands were gentle as he guided you back onto the soft sheets of his bed, his brown eyes locking onto yours with that familiar warmth that always made your stomach flutter. You were shy, inexperienced, and nervous, but he never pushed, never rushed. Tonight, though, the air between you hummed with a quiet tension, his fingers tracing slow circles on your thighs as he knelt between your legs.
"Hey, beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, like he was coaxing a secret from you. "You okay? We can stop anytime, you know that, right?"
You nodded, cheeks burning hot under his gaze, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "I-I'm okay," you whispered, voice barely above a breath. "Just... nervous. I've never..."
He smiled, that soft, lopsided grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes, and leaned in to press a tender kiss to your inner thigh. "I know, baby. That's why I want to make you feel good. Let me take care of you, yeah? Just relax for me."
His words washed over you like a warm wave, easing the knot in your chest. You trusted Steveâhis patience, his careâand as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, you lifted your hips slightly, letting him slide them down your legs. The cool air hit your bare pussy, making you shiver, and you instinctively pressed your thighs together.
Steve's hands were there in an instant, parting them gently but firmly. "No hiding from me," he said softly, his breath ghosting over your skin. "You're so pretty like this. Let me see you."
You bit your lip, heart pounding as his eyes roamed over you, taking in the soft folds of your pussy, already glistening with arousal from the anticipation. He didn't stare hungrily like in the movies; it was appreciative, loving, like he was memorizing every inch of you.
"Steve..." you breathed, unsure what to say, your inexperience making every moment feel amplified.
"Shh, I've got you," he replied, settling lower, his broad shoulders nudging your legs wider apart. He kissed the inside of your knee, then trailed his lips up, slow and deliberate, until he was hovering just above your core. His warm breath fanned over your clit, sending a jolt through your body, and you gasped.
He paused, looking up at you again, his hair tousled from your earlier makeout session. "Tell me if it's too much, okay? But I want to taste you. Want to make you feel so good you forget to be shy."
Before you could respond, his tongue flicked out, flat and warm, pressing against your entrance in a slow, exploratory lick. The sensation was electricâwet heat sliding up your folds, coating you in his saliva as he savored your taste. You whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets, your body arching instinctively toward him.
"Oh god," you moaned, the sound high and needy, surprising even yourself.
Steve hummed against you, the vibration buzzing through your clit, and he licked again, this time circling your entrance with the tip of his tongue before dipping inside just a fraction. He was gentle, not thrusting deep like you might have imagined, but teasing, exploring the tight warmth of you. His hands gripped your thighs, thumbs stroking soothing patterns on your skin to keep you grounded.
"You taste amazing," he murmured between licks, his voice muffled against your pussy. "So sweet, baby. Like honey."
Emboldened by his praise, you reached down, threading your fingers through his hair. He groaned in approval, the sound rumbling from his chest, and rewarded you by flattening his tongue fully against your slit, dragging it upward in one long, firm stroke that ended with a swirl around your clit.
Your hips bucked, a sharp cry escaping your lips as pleasure sparked hot and bright. "Steveâah! That feels..."
"Good?" he asked, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, his chin slick with your wetness. He licked his lips, not wasting a drop, and the sight made your core clench. "Tell me what you like. Guide me if you want."
You were too flustered to speak at first, but he waited, patient as ever, planting soft kisses along your inner thighs while his fingers traced lazy circles near your folds without touching. Finally, you nodded. "Your tongue... on my clit. Please."
His eyes lit up, and he dove back in without hesitation, his mouth sealing over your clit with a gentle suck. His tongue worked in tight, precise circles, alternating between flicks and laps, building the pressure steadily. You could feel every movementâthe way his lips pursed around the sensitive nub, the slight scrape of his teeth when he grazed it lightly, the wet sounds of his mouth devouring you.
"Fuck, you're getting so wet for me," he praised, voice husky as he lapped at the arousal leaking from your entrance. One hand slid up, his thumb parting your folds to give him better access, and he pushed his tongue inside you again, fucking you shallowly with it while his nose bumped against your clit.
The dual sensation had you writhing, your thighs trembling around his head. "Steve, oh my god, it's too muchâfeels so goodâ"
That's it, let go," he encouraged, pulling back to blow a cool puff of air over your soaked pussy, making you whine. Then he was back, sucking harder on your clit, his free hand reaching up to intertwine with yours, squeezing reassuringly. "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you soak my tongue."
His words pushed you closer, the coil in your belly tightening as he alternated between sucking your clit and thrusting his tongue into your pussy, mimicking what his cock would do one day when you were ready. He was relentless but soft, never overwhelming, always checking in with a glance or a murmured question.
"You close?" he asked, voice vibrating against you as he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, collecting your juices.
"Yesâyes, please don't stop," you begged, your shyness melting away under the onslaught of pleasure. Your fingers tightened in his hair, holding him in place as your hips rocked against his face.
Steve obliged, his tongue delving deep, curling inside you to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. He hummed again, the vibration pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you like a wave, your pussy clenching around nothing as you cried out his name, body shaking with the intensity of it.
He didn't stop, lapping gently through your release, drawing out every tremor until you were boneless, panting beneath him. Only then did he pull away, kissing your thigh softly as he crawled up to hover over you, his face shiny with your cum.
"You did so good," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your damp forehead. "How do you feel?"
You smiled shyly, pulling him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. "Amazing. Thank you, Steve."
He chuckled, nuzzling your neck. "Anytime, baby. Anytime."
But he wasn't done yet. As your breathing evened out, he kissed his way back down, his hands spreading your legs wider. "Think you can handle more? I could stay down here all night."
Your eyes widened, but the lingering ache in your core answered for you. "Yes... please."
Steve grinned, diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. This time, he started slow, kissing your outer lips before parting them with his fingers, exposing your still-sensitive clit to his tongue. He licked softly at first, letting you come down from the high before building you up again. His thumb circled your entrance, not pushing inârespecting your inexperienceâbut teasing, gathering your slickness to rub over your folds.
"You're so responsive," he murmured, his breath hot against you. "Every little lick makes you twitch. I love it."
He sucked your clit into his mouth again, rolling it gently between his lips, and you moaned, your hands fisting the sheets. He alternated the pressure, light and teasing one moment, firmer the next, his tongue flicking rapidly to match the rhythm of your quickening breaths.
"Steve... it's sensitive," you gasped, but your hips lifted toward him, betraying your words.
"I know, but you like it, don't you?" he teased softly, inserting just the tip of his finger into your pussy, feeling you flutter around it. He curled it slightly, stroking your inner walls while his tongue worked your clit relentlessly.
The combination was devastatingâhis finger shallow but insistent, his mouth hot and wet, sucking and licking with expert care. You felt another orgasm building faster this time, the pleasure sharper, more intense after the first.
"Come on, baby, give me another one," he urged, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper, nose pressing against your mound. He added a second finger, stretching you gently, scissoring them to open you up while his tongue thrust in alongside, fucking you with both.
You shattered again, crying out as your pussy spasmed around his fingers, gushing more wetness onto his tongue. Steve drank it down eagerly, moaning like he was the one getting pleasured, his free hand stroking your thigh in soothing circles.
When you finally tugged at his hair to pull him up, he came willingly, lips swollen and glistening. "You're incredible," he said, kissing you deeply, letting you taste the mix of your flavors.
"I... I didn't know it could feel like that," you admitted breathlessly, curling into his side.
He wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. "And we're just getting started. Rest a bit, then I'll make you come againâhowever you want."
True to his word, after a few minutes of cuddling, his hand wandered back down, fingers tracing your slit. You were still slick, sensitive, but the ache returned quickly under his touch. "Ready?" he asked, eyes searching yours.
You nodded, and he shifted down once more, this time hooking your legs over his shoulders for better access. His mouth found your pussy like it was home, tongue plunging straight into your entrance, fucking you deep and steady. He gripped your ass, lifting you slightly to angle you perfectly, his lips sealing around your hole as he sucked lightly, drawing out more of your arousal.
The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) âď¸ chapter twenty one
âď¸ Look into my eyes and baby, whisper
Warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, I don't want to spoiler too much, you guys know whats coming
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: Steve goes out of his way to make your first date a very special one.
Word count: 17.2k+
Author's note: I'm very sorry for the long wait with this chapter. I hope it was worth the wait and you will like this one, I loved it hehe. Roe was the one who wrote the best part in this, you'll know what I'm talking about when you get to it *wink wink* so give her the love she deserves!!! @hellfire--cult
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The golden light seeps into the living room through the curtains, shadows of the trees outside the house cast along the walls of the living room. A calm yet exciting feeling surges through Steveâs chest as he hums to the song stuck in his head. He is sweeping the floors, getting rid of all the dust that collected over the months since this house has been abandoned.Â
Normally, it would feel weird to stay inside a house that was once a home to people, but in a world like this, nothing is truly normal. There are pictures on the walls, but the ones that must have been personal to the family that lived here before had been taken away when they left; the empty spots, along with the nails still stuck in the wall, are evidence.Â
He wipes the surfaces clean and makes sure that the space is clear of any dust or dirt before he gets one of the mattresses from upstairs, carrying it down into the living room, the plastic cover all over it crinkling with the movement. It would feel weird to use someone elseâs bedroom. He places the mattress close to the fireplace that he plans on lighting up later.Â
âI found some clean sheets; they were inside zipped plastic bags.â Nancy walks into the living room.Â
âCool.â Steve nods at her, giving her a small smile. He lifts his hand and runs it through his hair, taking a deep breath.Â
Nancy puts the sheets down on the coffee table and reaches for one of the pillows. She cocks an eyebrow at Steve, taking in his restless figure as he looks around the room.Â
âDonât tell me you are nervous, Steve.â Nancy chuckles as her eyes flicker in amusement.Â
Steve narrows his eyes at her. She looks down, picking up the sheets, she throws them towards him.Â
He catches them with a sigh, shaking his head at the teasing look on her face. Just like Eddie.Â
But yes, he is nervous. Itâs gonna be your first time together, your first time with him, your very first time. He wants and needs it to be perfect for you. He wants you to feel as comfortable as possible. He wants you to feel safe, happy.Â
âI canât believe Iâm helping you get laid.âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes at the tone in her voice, though a chuckle falls from his lips. He had known her for such a long time now; she would have never made such jokes back then. He knows itâs Eddieâs influence and her bond with him; he is rubbing off on her. Or⌠Robinâs influence.Â
âWheeler, who would have thought youâd ever speak like that.âÂ
Nancy snorts at him as she watches him spread the sheets over the mattress. She looks around, noting the candles he gathered before. She starts spreading them around the living room.Â
âWho would have thought that Iâd help you take someoneâs virginity.â Nancy jokes, chuckling to herself when he snorts.Â
âDonât make it sound like Iâm sacrificing a virgin tonight, Jesus Christ!â Steve mumbles.Â
The girl laughs at the dramatic tone in his voice. She passes by the window and takes a look outside. Her eyes light up in amusement when she sees Eddie clapping his hands at you as you siphon gas from a car.Â
âI just need it to be perfect.â Steve murmurs, pulling her attention away from you and back to him.Â
âItâs gonna be perfect.â Nancy smiles at him, placing the last candles on the coffee table. âYou worry so much about it when thereâs no need to. You got a perfect house for the night, you set up the room nicely,â she gestures around herself, pointing to the string lights he found in the bedroom. âYou even got her Kitkats, and youâre making what, pasta for dinner? I checked the stove, and thereâs some gas left; you can prepare it there. Sounds like a perfect first date considering the world we live in!âÂ
Steveâs shoulders slump a little as the tension wears off. He canât help the nervousness inside of him when it comes to you. You deserve more than just perfect.Â
âDo you think sheâll like it?â Steve asks, scratching the back of his neck.Â
Nancy breathes out as she tilts her head. She had never seen him like that. In all those years she had known him, she had never seen him be this nervous over anything. A smile tugs at her lips, âshe will love it. She would have loved just the RV because itâs with you, that girl is obsessed with you, Steve!âÂ
Steveâs lips curl into a smile, and he tilts his head down. The feeling is so very mutual. He nods his head, âokay yeah, youâre right.âÂ
âIâm always right.â Nancy mumbles, making Steve snort. âBesides, once we get to California, you can take her on a picnic date at the beach!âÂ
Steve smiles at that, nodding. He canât wait to get to California, to have that peace with you. He feels safe with you, and you feel safe with him, but you are still out here, where anything could happen at any moment. You still have to look over your shoulders, risk your lives driving through unknown territories, and he canât wait for that to be over.Â
Nancy fixes the curtains while Steve starts preparing the bed, taking the plastic cover off, making the mattress free of dust, and putting the fresh sheets on. A smile tugs at her lips when she watches you and Eddie laughing about something. She crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes linger on you for a moment before she looks back at Steve, whose brows are tugged together in concentration.Â
She notices the light flush in his cheeks, the color that came back into his face because of you. Itâs been a second since he finally pulled himself together and made you his. When she saw how he attached himself to you after, how scared and anxious he seemed whenever you werenât around for even just five minutes, she started to realize. Itâs something she meant to talk to him about, something she meant to apologize for.Â
âI get it nowâŚâ
Steve glances at her, still with the same concentrated look on his face, âhuh?â
âWhy you were afraid⌠Why you initially rejected her.âÂ
âI donâtââ
âI was the same, behind closed doors that is.â Nancy reveals, uncrossing her arms. âWhen Robin passed, I just holed myself up when no one was watching. I pretended to be okay because I knew she would want me to be okay for my mom and my siblingsâŚâÂ
Steve gets up from his crouched position. His eyes flash with sympathy, âNancyâŚâÂ
Nancy blinks, not wanting to tear up in front of him. She hates crying in front of others. She clears her throat.Â
âAnd then when she was gone⌠I gave up on the idea of moving on⌠I-I gave up on trying to look for someone else because, itâs the fucking end of the world right?â Her laughter is humorless, watery. She is fighting the tears now, thinking about her.Â
Steve stays quiet, watching the sadness burst in her eyes. He never knew she was going through the same thing he was going through.Â
âAnd then she appeared.â Nancy says softly, glancing at you again. âSeeing her⌠have these eyes for you made me feel so nostalgic⌠To the point where I realized I wanted to feel it again. I wanted toâ I wanted to feel alive, and yearn, and feel human.âÂ
Guilt rushes through him when he realizes how badly he treated her back in Wyoming. He closes his eyes and runs his hand down his face.Â
âIâm sorry⌠I shouldnâtâ You were trying to move on. I didnâtâ I shouldnât have said what I said to youâŚâÂ
Nancy shakes her head at him, âI deserved it⌠besides, I wasnât trying to move on with Tommy,â she chuckles, though her cheeks burn a little. âI think that she made me feel alive again. I grew protective of her. She is my best friend, but Eddie was right, you were there first, and I was so angry at you for hurting her, I didnât even glance at you or think about how you must have been feeling⌠and now I know why you really pushed her away. You were scared.â
âItâs okay, Nancy.â Steve gives her a nod. âIâm not angry at you.â
She smiles at him, taking a deep breath before she continues, âI-I think I would be the same. If I found someone like her, after losing Robin⌠I think I would be afraid to the point of pushing them away tooâŚâ
Steve shakes his head, smiling. âYou would have Eddie to kick your ass and also me because I would not stand by and watch you make the same mistake.âÂ
Nancy chuckles. She tilts her head and scratches the back of her neck.Â
Steve looks over her shoulder, smiling at the sound of your laughter that he can hear through the crack of the open window.Â
âI just⌠I feel like I was at the right place at the right time when she stumbled out of those bushesâŚâ Steve smiles, recalling the day you first met.Â
Nancy smiles, âand it was Eddieâs turn. Remember? You werenât supposed to patrol that night.â
âYeah⌠I remember.â Steve whispers.Â
He had to be the one to see you first.Â
The door creaks open, and Steve nearly panics, thinking itâs you. He doesnât want you to see any of this yet. Itâs supposed to be a surprise. He sighs in relief when Eddie waltzes in, wiping his hands with a rag.Â
Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at Steve, unable to hold back his chuckle.Â
âYour girlfriend sucks like a hoover.âÂ
âExcuse meââ
Nancy rolls her eyes and shakes her head at her best friend.Â
âShe needs a little practice, but hey, we got a lot of gas now thanks to her. It was fun watching her; she choked a little at first, but got the hang of it pretty quickly.â The metalhead grins, nudging Steveâs shoulder as he stops beside him.Â
âThis⌠You just had to say it this way, didnât you?â Steve grumbles, squinting his eyes at his friend.Â
Eddie chuckles, clapping his hand on Steveâs shoulder.Â
âShouldnât you be out there with her to make sure that she wonât come inside?â Steve raises his eyebrows at him.Â
Eddie takes a look around, his eyes settle on the bed, and he instantly begins to wiggle his eyebrows, âoh you are so ready to get in there, arenât ya?â
Nancy holds back her laughter as she looks between them, her eyes crinkle when Steve scrunches his nose up at Eddie.Â
She clears her throat, making them both look at her.Â
âYou know what, I go and distract Sunshine, and you,â she points at Eddie. âYou help Steve with the rest.âÂ
âYes, maâam.â Eddie salutes, grinning at her.Â
âYou got this, Steve.â Nancy says, chuckling when she sees the annoyance on his face at the teasing smile Eddie directs at him. She walks out and shuts the door.Â
Steve stands there with his hands on his hips. He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath before he looks at Eddie again.Â
âItâs been so long, youâre basically a virgin too now, Steve.â Eddie snickers.Â
Steve gives him a deadpan look.Â
âOkay, okayâŚâ Eddie holds his hands up. âSo how can I help?âÂ
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Nancy finds you in the garage that is connected to the house. You are humming a song as you fill up the gas tank. A smile tugs on her face as she watches you â you have no idea what is going on. So far, you still believe that you are here for a one day break to fill up on gas, supplies, and to get some proper rest.Â
âOh hey!â You grin when you notice her. âWhatâs up?âÂ
âI checked out some houses.â Nancy shrugs, âI was hoping Iâd find more guns butâŚâ
âNo luck?â You frown, closing the gas tank and setting down the canister.Â
Nancy shakes her head and purses her lips as she crosses her arms over her chest. âNope.â
âI mean, we found a good amount of things yesterday already.â You shrug, being optimistic as always. âPlus, we are here to get some rest, right?â
âRight.â Nancy nods, smiling at you.Â
âWeâre gonna eat some great food tonight, maybe have a drink or two â ooh! Do you think we can take a shower in the house? Maybe we can check it out!â
Nancyâs eyes widen. You canât go in there, not yet.Â
âNo, unfortunately, there isnât any warm water⌠I checked already.â Nancy lies, almost feeling bad when disappointment flashes in your eyes.Â
âRV shower it is.â You sigh.Â
âI know, I canât wait to take a bath again when weâre finally in California! Itâs gonna feel so rewarding!âÂ
A groan falls from your lips as you tilt your head back, âI used to love taking baths! Iâd stay in there forever and make it a spa day.â
âAll while playing Madonna, wearing a face mask while shaving your legs?â Nancy asks, giggling.Â
Your eyes light up and you nod, âexactly!âÂ
âYou could do that right now!â Nancy smiles at you, trying to give you a hint without giving the surprise away, but she knows you packed the razor and moisturizers for a reason. âI mean, not a bath, but you can take a long shower and just⌠do everything you didnât have the time to do in the past few months!â
âWe canât waste too much water, Nance.â You sigh, though it does sound tempting.Â
âThereâs cold water coming from the taps inside⌠just no warm water, we can stock up on it later on.â Nancy shrugs, smiling. âI shaved my legs last night after months! They feel so smooth again!âÂ
You hum as you take a look at the RV. You grabbed so many things yesterday, new bodywash, moisturizer, soap.Â
âYou know what, Iâm gonna do that.â You cave in, smiling in excitement. âBut first, I wanna see what Steve is up to.âÂ
You donât even manage to take a step forward before Nancy stops you again. She shakes her head, waving her hand, âoh no no, go and take your shower! Steve and Eddie areâŚâ she pauses as she grabs your shoulders and pushes you towards the RV, ignoring the confused look on your face. âTheyâre getting a new battery for the RV. Boring stuff!â She laughs.Â
âIââ
âYou go and uh enjoy the shower while you can before Eddie comes back and uses up all your vanilla scented stuff!âÂ
âDo I smell or something?â You laugh as you step inside the RV.Â
âNo,â Nancy chuckles. âI just want you to enjoy that peaceful shower for a change.âÂ
Sheâs got a point there. You donât get many chances to take long showers, let alone do any self-care, while youâre on the road. The longest shower you were able to take was seven minutes long, and even that was âtoo longâ according to Eddie.Â
âWhat are you gonna do?â You ask as you grab some fresh underwear and clothes.Â
âUh, I think Iâm gonna just relaxâŚâ She trails off, reaching for some random magazine before she plops down in the passenger seat. She kicks off her boots and stretches them out onto the armrest of the driver's seat, âright hereâŚâ She grins.
You giggle at her, shaking your head at her display.Â
âWe can paint each otherâs nails later!â Nancy smiles, flipping through the magazine.Â
âIâd love that, but firstâŚâ You reach for the body wash and moisturizer you hid from Eddie. âIâm gonna smell like a vanilla pound cake in a second.âÂ
âOh, a pound cake for sure,â Nancy murmurs behind the magazine, holding back a grin.Â
âDid you say something?â You ask, one foot into the bathroom.Â
âNo, no.â Nancy shakes her head at you, smiling. You donât seem to suspect anything yet, not even with the lack of Steveâs presence, which seems surprising considering how much he hates to be away from you.Â
âAlright.â You give her a smile before you step into the bathroom and close the door.Â
Eddie walks in a few minutes later, looking around for you.Â
Nancy glances at him over the magazine, raising an eyebrow, âsheâs in the shower.â
âAh.â Eddie nods as a smirk grows on his lips.Â
âWhat are you smirking about, Munson?âÂ
He shakes his head as he starts looking through the drawers, in search of something, ânothing, nothing.âÂ
Nancy squints her eyes at him, waiting for him to spill whatever is on his mind.Â
His tongue pokes out from between his lips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he fumbles through the knives, âgot it.â He grins, grabbing a pair of scissors. He turns back around, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.Â
âWhat are you doing with those?âÂ
âPlaying hairdresser.â He wiggles his eyebrows.Â
Nancyâs jaw drops in surprise, she puts down the magazine, and leans forward.Â
âHeâs letting you cut his hair?â She gasps. âSteve Harrington is letting someone touch his hair. You!?âÂ
Eddie almost looks offended, and he places his hand against his chest. âWhy wouldnât he? I give my uncle the best haircuts.âÂ
âYour uncle is bald.â Nancy states.
Eddie rolls his eyes, âthat was sarcasm, Wheeler.â He shakes his head as he makes his way towards the door. âWe still have a long way to go â besides, I always do my hair and I look hot as hell.â
Nancy rolls her eyes at his cockiness, but he has a point. His ends were not split at all, because he made sure to trim them every once in a while.Â
âAlright, Iâll go get my guy ready forââ
âDonât be a pervert.â Nancy points at him, and he instantly stops wiggling his eyebrows.Â
âAlright grandma.â Eddie rolls his eyes before a smirk makes its way on his face again. âAre you ready for a cozy night here with me? Iâll grab some candles for us, make it romanticââ
âGo!â Nancy throws the magazine at him, making him step out before it hits him in the head. His laughter echoes in the garage before he disappears into the house, slamming the door shut.Â
She shakes her head and gets up with a sigh, reaching for the magazine again, she sits back down, âidiot.â She murmurs.Â
-
It dawned on you in the shower that something was going on. You havenât seen Steve all day, and every time you tried to go look for him, either Eddie or Nancy would stop you. He never even leaves your side for five minutes, let alone for this long.Â
You are clueless sometimes, but not this much. You try not to dwell on it too long, not wanting to wonder about what your boyfriend is planning, not wanting to ruin that surprise for yourself and him.Â
Nancy insists on doing your hair after painting your nails, and you almost feel a little ridiculous doing all that in a world where you have to fight to survive every second of every day. Yet you canât help but enjoy that moment of peace, that moment that gives you a glimpse of the old world where you didnât have all that. A friend who takes care of you like this. A friend like Eddie, who is always there to cheer you up and make you laugh. A boyfriend who treats you gently, who looks at you the way you look at him.Â
âWhereâs your head at?â Nancy asks as she brushes your hair.Â
âI donât know⌠I just⌠This feels nice,â you shrug as you look down at your nails. âAll this, I mean.âÂ
Nancy nods, smiling down at you, âweâre gonna have more of this in California.âÂ
âYeahâŚâ
Nancy notices the hesitation in your voice and the worried look on your face. She pauses, putting the hairbrush aside for a moment.Â
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You shake your head, furrowing your eyebrows as annoyance creeps up in you for feeling that sliver of pessimism. âI donât know, I justâ things have been going so well lately⌠No monsters, no bad people, no infected, now this place? I-I donât know, I canât help but feel like something is waiting around the corner.â
Nancyâs eyes flash with sympathy. Her chest aching a bit at the feelings you are dealing with. Itâs not even about this world. Itâs about your past life, and the things that got taken out of your hand every time things were going great.Â
She nudges your shoulder as she settles down beside you. She offers you a kind smile, âSunshine⌠whereâs that optimism we all love so much?âÂ
You take a deep breath and exhale, smiling a bit at her question.Â
âThatâs my kinda thing, to worry and be negative.â Nancy jokes, reaching for your hand. âYouâre the hope!âÂ
âThe hope?â You chuckle, turning to face her.Â
âYeah!â She nods in honesty. âDonât lose that part now.âÂ
You nod, taking a deep breath as you push aside the fear creeping up on you.Â
âI wonât.âÂ
âGood.â Nancy smiles and squeezes your hand before she gets up again and picks up the hairbrush. âDonât start to doubt yourself now. You proved time and time again that you can beat this world, Sunshine.âÂ
You can beat this world.Â
Your dad said the same thing to you. The last time you talked to him, he was so worried, you were on the other side of the country, and he could do nothing but talk to you on the phone as you were packing your things to leave the city. Talks of the military bombing places with huge crowds made him call you in panic. You promised to get out of there as soon as you could. Your brother was panicking in the background as the first bombings were announced on the radio. Your mom was crying.Â
You promised that you would come home, and your dad believed you. You remember his last words before the line cut off; You can beat this world, Sweetheart.
âYeah, I can.âÂ
You take a few deep breaths and close your eyes. Now is not the time to worry, to be negative, and think about things that havenât and wonât happen.Â
âJust a couple of more weeks and weâre in California!â Nancy smiles. âHave you thought about where you will stay?â
âWhat do you mean?â You ask.Â
âI mean, in the community, are you gonna stay with your family or⌠with Steve?âÂ
Oh.Â
The truth is, you havenât thought about that yet. Steve hasnât asked you to stay with him, but itâs been implied, and the thought of not being with him makes you feel uneasy.Â
âWe havenât talked about that yet, but⌠I canât imagine being without him. What about you? Are you gonna stay with your family orâŚ?â
Nancy chuckles behind you. She picks a few pieces of your hair and starts braiding it.Â
âWell, Iâd love to be your roommate, but I doubt that Steve will allow that. Iâm gonna warn you, with the way he clings to you now, he wonât get a place without you.âÂ
Your heart flutters in your chest and your cheeks heat up. You want that.Â
âBut yeah, I miss my mom and my siblings. I know they have a house there and an empty room waiting for me.âÂ
âThat sounds nice too though.â You smile. âI wonder if Eddie will stay with his uncle or go live with his Sweetheart.â
âYou still believe he has a sweetheart?â Nancy scoffs.
âHe does!â You exclaim, giggling. âHe told me all about⌠their story!âÂ
âYeah, Iâll believe it when I see it, Sunshine.â Nancy snorts as she ties a hair tie around the lone braid in your hair. She taps your shoulder, ânow come on, get up.âÂ
âYes, maâam.âÂ
You get up and turn to face her. A smile is lingering on her face when she leans closer and brushes her fingers through your hair. She takes a step back and looks you up and down.Â
âHold on.â She murmurs before she brushes past you and towards her backpack.Â
You chuckle and shake your head. Now you are certain that something is going on, especially when she pulls out the yellow sundress you eyed in the little boutique yesterday.Â
âNancy!â You gasp, staring at it wide eyed.Â
She walks back to you and holds it out for you. âYou really wanted it, so I just had to get it.â
Your eyes soften as they flicker between her face and the dress.Â
âAnd⌠I know youâre not as clueless as you pretend to be right nowâŚâ She laughs softly. âSteveâs waiting for you in there.â She says with a warm but teasing smile.
Oh.Â
So this is happening tonight. Itâs not just a little date night, itâs so much more than that.Â
Your cheeks heat up at the realization. Excitement and nerves spread through your whole body, and you canât help but squeal as you wrap your arms around Nancy, making the girl giggle as she hugs you back.Â
âNo oneâs ever been this excited to get laid.â Nancy laughs, squeezing you tightly before she lets you go again so you can get dressed.Â
âShut up.â You murmur, laughing. You lock yourself in the bathroom and quickly take off your clothes. You fold your jeans and your sweater and put them aside. You kick off your boots and reach for the dress. A smile tugs at your lips as you begin to put it on. The mirror in here is too small for you to see much of the dress, but you stop as you are about to pull the straps up your arms.Â
You bite your lip as you think of Steveâs reaction to the dress and whatâs underneath⌠or what isnât. You reach behind and unclasp your bra, taking it off and placing it on top of your sweater. Goosebumps rise on your skin when you think of his bare hands on your body, of his bare skin on your ownâŚÂ
You breathe in shakily as you finish putting the dress on. You look down at it, smoothing down the material. Your heart beats stronger in your chest, wondering what he will think.Â
When you walk back out again, you are startled by Eddieâs presence in the doorway.
âGoddamn, Sunshine.â Eddie whistles as he looks you up and down. âI might have to switch places with Steve causeâŚâ He whistles again as he takes a step closer.Â
You shake your head at him, blushing at the comment.Â
âYou are gorgeous!â Eddie grins at you.Â
âThank you,â you giggle and purse your lips. You glance at Nancy, who is smiling at you.Â
âYeah, you are gorgeous.â She nods, putting her hand on her cheek. âI feel like a proud mother.â
You and Eddie laugh at her, shaking your heads, and then Eddie opens his unfiltered mouth.Â
âProud that sheâs getting dicked down tonight?âÂ
âEddie!â You gasp and slap his shoulder. Your cheeks heat up at his words and his laughter. âYou are such a perv! Maybe Steve doesnât even want toââ
âSunshine.â Eddie gives you a pointed look as his eyes move up and down your body. âDonât finish that sentence. Now go, donât leave your man waiting.â He grins as he grabs your shoulders and pushes you towards the door.Â
âWaitââ You mumble, looking down at your bare legs. âItâs too cold for just the dressââ
âHoney, itâs not cold in there, besides that dress isnât staying on you for long.â
You look over your shoulder, glaring at him while Nancy chuckles in the back. She takes a few steps closer to Eddie and reaches out to pinch your cheek, âgo get him, tiger.âÂ
You shake your head at them both. As youâre about to step out, you wonder about them. You turn back around, frowning as you look between them.Â
âWait, what about you two?â
Eddie wraps his arm around Nancyâs shoulder, âoh, donât worry about us. We got condoms too.â
Nancy slaps his chest, âoh my god, youâre disgusting! Donât listen to him.â
You giggle at the annoyance on her face.Â
âWe are staying here. Donât worry, the area is safe. We did another perimeter check. We shut the gates,â he gestures to the closed garage gate. âWeâre gonna make some food and relax, but you donât have to worry your pretty little head about anything tonight.â
You bite your lip and nod, taking a deep breath.Â
âNow go!â Nancy smiles at you.
âOkay,â you whisper, smiling at them both before you turn around and finally make your way out of the RV. Once you walk through the door that leads into the house, Nancy and Eddie turn to face each other with satisfied smiles on their faces.Â
âWe make a great team.â Eddie says proudly, high fiving the girl.Â
âWe do.â Nancy nods.Â
-
The house is dark, the sun has already set a while ago. You follow the golden flickers of light coming from the living room, the sound of music, and the smell of food. Your lips curl into a smile. Your heartbeat quickens even more the closer you get to him. Nancy was right, the house is warm, and the closer you get to where the lights are brightest, it just gets warmer.
You pass by a mirror in the hallway and take a quick look at yourself. Itâs too dark to really see yourself, but you already knew you would love the dress. The boots, in contrast, look a little silly, and you contemplate kicking them off, but you doubt that Steve will care about that.Â
âSunshine?âÂ
You tear your eyes away from your reflection and step away from the mirror. You follow his voice and step into the living room. The sight of it all steals your breath â the burning candles spread around the room, the string lights hanging from the ceiling, the flames burning in the fireplace, the round dining table in the corner with two glasses and a bottle of wine. And then, thereâs a mattress in the middle of the room, close to the fireplace, two pillows, and a huge blanket covering it. It looks cozy. Itâs perfect.Â
While you are taking in the sight before you, Steve is taking you in. His hazel eyes are wide and soft as he stares at you. His heart is beating so strongly against his ribcage, chest warming at the sight before him. A smile appears on his face as he takes a step closer to you.Â
âWow.â You both whisper at the same time. Your eyes lock, and your giggles sound through the room.Â
âYou are so beautiful, Sunshine.â Steve whispers as he takes your hand and brings your arm up, âgive me a twirl.âÂ
You giggle at him, squeezing his hand, and you twirl around.Â
Steve holds back a groan when your dress lifts up and he catches a glimpse of the black lace on your skin. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, cupping your cheeks. He looks down at you with a smile.Â
âPretty girl.â He whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. He smiles when you grow flustered beneath his gaze. âI missed you today.â
âI missed you.â You whisper as you rise to your tippy toes and press your lips against his, greeting him with a sweet kiss that he happily reciprocates. You end it too soon for his liking, his lips follow yours when you pull away again, and they quickly curl into a pout when you donât continue the kiss. You peck his lips once more before you lean in for a hug, placing your head on his chest, you look around the room with a smile on your face.Â
âSo thatâs why Eddie and Nancy kept me from seeing you.âÂ
Steve kisses the top of your head before he leans his chin there, smiling nervously, âthey helped, wellâ Nancy helped setting up the room.âÂ
You look down at the makeshift bed again and a giggle falls from your lips when you tilt your head back to look up at him, âNancy helped?âÂ
Steve meets your eyes and looks down at the amused smile on your lips. He scrunches his face up and scratches the back of his neck when it dawns on him.Â
âNow that you mention it, it sounds kind of weird,â he murmurs, making you giggle again. âI think she would have fought to be in my place right now though.â He says cockily.Â
You roll your eyes at him, biting your lip to keep yourself from smiling.Â
Steve smiles at you so fondly as he once again takes in the sight of you. He cups the side of your face, brushing his thumb against your cheek. His eyes move down to your pretty dress, the thin straps on your shoulders, touching your soft skin. He leans down, unable to stop himself from kissing your shoulder and your neck. He inhales your sweet scent and his heart flutters wildly.Â
âYou smell so good, baby.â He murmurs against your skin, making you shiver. He pulls back again, the smile never fading on his face.Â
âSo do you,â you whisper, noting the cologne he is wearing tonight. âYou shaved.â You point out, reaching up to touch his soft cheek. Your eyes roam his face, and then his hair that is now much shorter than it was before, still long enough to grab but itâs not a mullet anymore. âAnd you cut your hair!â You exclaim as you reach up to run your fingers through it.Â
Steve blushes, and his chest feels all fuzzy when you touch his hair.Â
âDo you like it?â He asks, reaching down to grab your waist. âEddie cut it, so if you donât, please kick his ass.âÂ
âI love it!â You smile. âYouâre so handsome.â
Steveâs eyes light up at your compliment. His stomach flutters, and his heart skips a beat at the flustered look on your face.Â
âAnd you are gorgeous.â Steve whispers, squeezing your waist. âNow come on, before the food gets cold.â His hand moves to your lower back, and he begins to lead you towards the round table. He pulls back the chair for you and grabs a thin blanket to cover your bare shoulders once youâre sat.Â
âWhatâs for dinner?â You ask, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself, feeling a bit cold in the thin dress, even with the fire burning.Â
Steve walks towards the kitchen counter, he grabs the plates he already cleaned and prepared, and starts filling them up, âguess.â He grins at you over his shoulder.Â
âRice and beans?â You ask, chuckling.Â
Rice, beans, tuna, and corn are the only things you have been surviving on for the past two years. Sometimes when you get lucky, youâll find some stale chips, cereal or candy but thatâs all. You miss proper meals, the ones you had in Hawkins, or maybe Wyoming. But most of all, you miss the food you had before the world went to shit. You miss pizza, pasta, fries â especially fries. You miss coffee and pastries.Â
Your lips part in surprise, and your eyes widen when Steve places a plate of pasta before you. The tomato sauce smells fresh, making your mouth water. You canât remember the last time you had pasta, let alone with sauce.Â
âIâ how?â You mumble, looking up at your boyfriend, who is now across from you, watching you with a smile on his face.Â
âI found the pasta at a grocery store a while back, and then I found canned tomatoes in another store a few days ago, along with some herbs and seasoning â that shelf was completely stocked, so I had a lot of options.â Steve chuckles as he pours you a glass of white wine. âI saved all that stuff for a moment like this. Donât worry, I gave Eddie and Nancy some tooâ whoa, baby whatâs wrong?â He panics when he notices the tears in your eyes. He instantly puts down the bottle of wine and makes his way over to you, kneeling down before you as he reaches for your hand. âSunshineâŚâ He whispers softly, noticing how you are trying to blink away the tears. âWhat happened?â The tone in his voice is so soft, so caring, just like the look in his eyes, and it only heightens your emotions.Â
You squeeze his hand and turn towards him, shaking your head with a smile.Â
âNothing, Iâm just so happy, Steve.â You whisper as you bring his hands up to your lips, kissing his knuckles. âYou did all this for me⌠You managed to do all this,â you gesture around yourself and then the dinner table. âIn the world we live in now.âÂ
Steveâs eyes soften, yet his heart aches when he realizes what you are getting at. Nobody had ever done these things to you in the old world, when things like these used to be so easy and simple to do. Itâs something you wished for, something you craved, but only got through reading books or watching movies. Steve knows you are a hopeless romantic, like him.Â
And like him, you didnât get the love that you deserved.Â
Every day, he wakes up feeling grateful to have found you. You give him everything that he always wished for, that he thought he would never have, and it scares him so badly because you are still out here, and still so far away from safety.Â
But one thing he knows is that you will both make it to California, and you will have this every night, no matter what happens, you will get this every night, he will fight like crazy to make sure that it happens.Â
âI would do anything for you, Sunshine.â Steve whispers, raising his hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear before he wipes your tear away softly. He isnât sure if you know just what he would do for you.Â
âI would do anything for you too, Steve.â You whisper and lean down to press your forehead against his. âThese are not sad tears, Iâm just so happy that I found you.âÂ
The emotions in your voice, the softness of your touch, and the look in your eyes prove to him that you are on the very same page â you are not just bound by circumstance. It makes his heart swell knowing that you feel the same about him.Â
âYeah?â Steve smiles, feeling his own eyes burning now. âIâm happy you stumbled into me and offered to sing Madonna.â
A giggle falls from your lips, and your eyes crinkle, âyou remember that?âÂ
âOf course I remember!â He laughs, squeezing your hands. âYou offered to get naked.âÂ
You slap his shoulder softly when he wiggles his eyebrows at you.Â
âTook you long enough to accept that offer,â you giggle, gesturing to the bed. âLetâs eat now, Iâm starving!âÂ
Steveâs eyes darken at your teasing. He hums as he gets up again. He leans down and kisses your temple, running his fingers through your hair before he sits down across from you again.Â
He watches in anticipation as you take your first bite. Your eyes widen, and then they roll back as you moan loudly. His stomach flutters at the sound, and he shifts in his seat.Â
âSteve⌠that is so good!â You hold your hand in front of your mouth. âIâm sorry, but you will be the one cooking dinner every night once weâre in California.âÂ
You are unaware of what those words do to him, of how they make his heart flutter.Â
âOh Honey, you know Iâm gonna take good care of you.â He winks at you and picks up the fork, taking his first bite as well.Â
You blush at his words, knowing he means more than just dinner.Â
But you want to take care of him too, and you will show him that, with time.Â
âOnly you could make a good pasta from scratch.â
Steve smiles at your words, his cheeks burning beneath the golden light.Â
âI always liked to cook, I canât wait to get my hands on some real ingredients so I can make a full course meal for you.â He says, reaching for your hand.Â
âThis is perfect, Steve.â You squeeze his hand. âYouâre gonna have to teach me some of your favorite dishes so I can surprise you for dinner.â
His hazel eyes soften, and that warm feeling in his chest spreads further. The thought of coming home to you after a long day of work makes him feel like he has accomplished everything in life.Â
âI will.â He promises.
âI always liked to bake more. Cooking is nice, but I was always more of a baker.â
âWell, I guess I cook and you make the desserts, baby.â He hums, caressing the top of your hand with his thumb.
âMhmm,â you nod as you reach for the wine glass. You hold his gaze as you take a sip.Â
A smile lingers on his face as he looks into your eyes. The golden light from the fire kisses your skin so beautifully. The blanket on your shoulders falls when you giggle at something he says, exposing your bare skin that he canât wait to kiss and touch. He feels a kind of happiness he never thought he would from just sitting across from you, his ears blessed by the sound of your voice and your sweet laughter.Â
Despite the lingering fear of the future, he is also excited for it â excited for a future with you.Â
Even when the plates are empty and you are both on the second glass of your wine, do you still sit at the dinner table, talking and laughing with each other, enjoying the time alone. You ramble about random things, and he lets you, watching you with an adoring smile on his face the whole time, asking questions that you so happily answer.Â
He wants to capture this moment, another one to keep in his pocket. You giggle and blush when he stands up in search of the polaroid camera he had grabbed from the RV this morning.Â
âSteveâŚâ You give him a bashful smile, hiding your face behind your hands when he points the camera at you.Â
âHey now,â Steve whispers, reaching for your hands, he gently pulls them away. âDonât hide from me.â
âYouâre making me blush!âÂ
âAnd you look adorable,â Steve smiles, watching as you fix your hair and reach for your wine glass. His eyes follow your every movement, softening whenever they meet yours. You adjust the straps of your sundress. He finds it so endearing to watch you do the simplest things. Everything you do makes his heart beat stronger.Â
Steve slowly lifts the camera again, the smile never fading as he takes a picture.Â
âI wasnât ready! I probably look stupid.âÂ
Steve chuckles at the cute frown on your face. He waits for the picture to develop, âhoney, you never look stupid, donât evenâ oh yeah, Iâm definitely putting that one in my pocket.â He looks down at it with an adoring smile on his face, putting the camera on the table as he holds the polaroid picture.Â
You reach for the camera, taking the chance to snap a picture of him while he is distracted.Â
Steve looks so handsome in his white sweater, skin kissed by the golden light, and his freshly cut hair. Despite it being shorter now, thereâs still that one curl falling over his forehead. His hazel eyes shine with so much adoration and care, on this night especially. He is yours, all yours.Â
Steve faces you with a surprised look on his face when the flash and the snap go off. Realization flashes in his eyes when he notices the camera in your hands.Â
âI want one of you too!â You give him a cheeky smile.Â
Steve chuckles. He takes another look at your picture before he places it down on the table. He reaches for your hand and pats his thigh with his other, âcome here, we should take one together.âÂ
You donât need to be told twice. You get up and step towards him. You wrap your arm around his shoulder as he grabs your waist and pulls you down to sit on his lap. You giggle in excitement, âIâve always wanted a picture with you! Ohâ look, youâre so handsome!â You grab the picture you took of him.Â
Normally, he would groan if someone else took a picture of him, but not with you. He doesnât even glance at it, his eyes are solely on you and the way your own eyes are filled with nothing but awe.Â
He doesnât even notice when you put it down and you lift the camera up, angling it towards the two of you. You lean towards him, smiling into the camera.Â
âReady?âÂ
Steve only hums in response. He squeezes your waist, smiling up at you in adoration as you direct your smile at the camera. You are so pretty. He just wants to grab your face and kiss you until you are both out of breath. The moment the flash goes off and the picture is taken, Steve takes it from your hand and puts it on the table. He cups your cheeks and surprises you with a deep kiss.Â
You instantly melt into it, sighing in contentment as you wrap both arms around him. Your fingers sink into his hair, and you give it a tug, earning a groan from him that makes your lower stomach flutter. It wonât be the only one you will hear tonight. He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, and you let him in. You part your lips and let him slip his tongue into your mouth. The taste of wine and the desire lingering between you.Â
Steveâs skin is burning beneath his clothes, blood rushing through his body at the sound of your whimper. He already feels weak in the knees from just this. He will lose his mind tonight.Â
He picks you up by your waist and gets up without breaking the kiss. He smiles against your lips when you get on your tippy toes, the moment your feet are back on the ground. You mewl against him, kissing him deeply and sensually as you take the first step back and towards the makeshift bed. His stomach flutters, knowing what is about to happen. His fingers dig into your waist as he swipes his tongue against yours.Â
Despite growing breathless, you both refuse to break the kiss, only as your boots hit the mattress, do you pull away for a second. Your eyes flutter open at the same time as his, smiles growing on both your faces. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you blink at him.Â
âDonât do that.â Steve murmurs as he grabs your chin, freeing your lip from the sharpness of your teeth. The sight of it made his pupils dilate.Â
You lean into his touch and lick your lips before you grab him by the collar of his sweater and pull him down for another kiss, just a short peck before you focus on getting him down on the mattress, and Steve has the same idea. Taking you by surprise, he lifts you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.Â
A giggle falls from your lips, and excitement bubbles in your chest when you feel the softness of the mattress beneath you as Steve settles in between your legs, getting on top of you without crushing you with his weight just yet. His lips found yours again, kissing you softly as his hands started running over your sides. The warmth of the fireplace, now stronger than when you two were at the table.Â
The fire was cackling, and the sounds of your kisses echoed through the room. The heels of your boots were digging into his hip bone, trying to pull him closer. Trying not to break the kiss, he moved all over on top of you, trying to kick his own sneakers off, almost falling completely on top of you. He pulled away with a huff as you laughed at his clumsy display.
âDonât laugh at me, this is part of my sexyness.â He joked, trying to hide the embarrassment. You nodded at him, trying not to laugh.
âSo sexy.â He managed to take his sneakers off by pushing the heels down with his tip toes. He gave you a soft kiss on the nose as he kneeled up, grabbing your left calf. He kissed it gently as he started undoing the laces, and your body shivered at his touch. He took that boot off and repeated the process with the other one.Â
His own stomach was a mess. Maybe it was a bad idea to eat before doing this. He was nervous. So nervous. He had the pressure to make this memorable for you, to make this as perfect as possible. Because you deserved that and so much more. He wanted to make you feel wanted, important, cared for.Â
Your eyes were glossy, and you felt your core was becoming wetter just by looking up at him. His freshly shaven chin, his hair all tidy. All just for you, in the middle of an apocalypse. Your heart was warm, and not thanks to the cackling fire next to you.
âPlease, donât tell me you shaved your chestâŚâ You mumbled out, and he felt his cheeks flush, a smirk forming on his lips.
âOh? You like my chest hair?â You couldnât help but feel a little ashamed, hiding your face in your hands as your ears burned. He took this opportunity to take his sweater and shirt off, in one swoop. You peeked through your fingers, and to your pleasure, he hadnât shaved it. âNow I know I never have to shave it, because my girl likes it.â
His girl. It still sounded a little foreign. To be called something so precious, and them meaning it. A person who isnât family, or a close friend, but someone who genuinely feels the same way you do. Some stranger you met, that for some reason, ends up being one of the people you would do anything for. Your eyes travelled to the scars on his stomach, then back at his chest.
âYeah, I like it.â You confessed, and now it was Steveâs turn to blush, a groan vibrating in his throat, making you giggle. He dove back down, giving your right wrist a nip, and you pulled your hands off your face with a laugh. He then nipped at your neck, making you squirm underneath him. âIt ticklesâ Steve!â
He chuckled into your skin, and his nips turned into soft kisses, making you relax. The tickles turned into chills, creating goosebumps all over your arms and legs. Your mouth was left open in a silent breath, and your hands went to run into his hair, feeling his warm lips on your skin. Butterflies erupted in your stomach with anticipation, with arousal, with nerves, with excitement.Â
His kisses traveled all over your neck, leaving a few marks here and there, and even if primal, or possessive, he wanted to leave a claim on you. His lips moved downwards, kissing the crook of your neck and shoulders, and with his left hand, he started pulling your strap down, his lips following as your shoulder became bare.Â
Your skin was warm underneath his kisses, and he could hear your breathing stuttering at each movement he did. He felt himself start to strain in his pants, and he cursed under his breath as his hips rolled into yours, just barely. You gasped at the sudden friction, your legs wrapping around his waist again, needing to feel him once more.Â
The rational part of him was slipping away, just like that time that you two almost overstepped that line. But unlike that time, he didnât need to stop. There was no need, because he made sure that this would be a safe place for you to enjoy yourself, for you to be able to feel everything and not worry about anything else.
His hips started rolling a little harder as his kisses travelled all over your collarbone, and towards your other shoulder. He repeated the process of pulling down your strap to kiss your skin there. His mouth was going dry, the need to see you was making his brain shortcircuit. Your lips were taken by his in a soft kiss, tender, and he pulled away, only a breath away from you.
âSunshine⌠Can I take it off?âÂ
You gulped heavily, but the dress, even if thin, was suffocating you. You wanted to feel his skin against yours, the heat of his body engulfing you completely. But still, you were human, so you also had your nerves. Even if you waited for this moment to happen, you also had your own insecurities. What if he didnât enjoy himself? You barely knew how to do things to yourself, let alone to someone else.Â
But you slowly nodded, trying to push those thoughts away. He bit his bottom lip as he tried to keep himself calm, but he was barely holding on. He pulled away, making you drop your legs from around his waist. You sat up after him, looking up into his eyes as he devoured you with just one look. He bit his bottom lip as he helped you untuck your dress from under your legs, and then, finally, he helped you take it off.
And you were radiant.
He had seen you, but this time felt different. So fucking different, becauseâ He could hardly believe you were his. It sounded possessive, but fuck, did he love it. You were his. All of you.
âYouâre so beautifulâŚâ You were staring up at him with those eyes that he would fight the whole world for. You had no bra on, just some thin laced panties covering that area he had already tasted, but fuck, did he want to do it again, and again, and again.Â
His eyes ran over your breasts, wanting to latch his mouth on one of them, but he held back. His jaw clenched as his eyes looked for yours again. You licked your lips as you felt your heart beating into your ears. You could feel the rapid pulse in your neck. The heat of the fire allowed you to enjoy this moment without feeling cold.Â
His hand came to cradle your face, pulling you into a deep kiss, while the other one wrapped around your bare waist. You let a sigh out, reciprocating the kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His chest came in contact with yours, and you gasped at the sensation of your nipples brushing against his hair, a ticklish sensation that went all the way down to your toes.Â
He groaned into the kiss, his lips starting to move desperately against yours, getting lost in your taste as he held you close to him. His tongue licked your bottom lip, asking, begging, for entrance. Your mouth opened for him, and he dove in like a starved man. He was devouring you, and you were loving it. You moaned into the kiss when his fingertips dug into your waist, his self-control slipping away.
You two were becoming breathless as the kiss turned more and more desperate. Fuck, your heart was about to burst from your chest. You didnât know if the fireplace was burning you up, or if it was your own body rising in temperature. You guessed it was a mix of both. You needed to feel him again. You couldnât just stay like this anymore; you needed him.
You grabbed onto his neck and lay down on the mattress, pulling him with you, your kiss never breaking. You opened your legs for him, and he happily nestled in between them, and Steve slowly realized, that he was fucked. He could feel your heat through his pants, through his boxers, and he was hard. Way too hard. But he wanted you to know it. He wanted you to feel what you do to him.
So he pressed and rolled his hips against you, and one of those rolls hit against your clit just perfectly. You moaned into the kiss, and he pulled away to hear you better. He needed to hear you. He gave another roll that made you throw your head back. He kissed your jaw, and he sighed as he felt himself about to bust in his pants, but he couldnât stop.Â
You felt too good like this, and if this was with clothes on, what was going to happen to him when he entered you fully? When you lay naked for him to have, to taste? He will probably die. You were sighing out, and he started giving deliberate thrusts, making your clit throb as it kept being rubbed on.Â
âSteveââ You were begging. You needed more than just this. You were wet, too wet, and you would have felt embarrassed in another moment of your life, but not with Steve. He should know how he makes you feel. He has to.Â
Fuck. He had to keep going. He canât dry hump you away, even if he was loving it. He pulled away from you, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, then your chin, then your neck, then your collarbone, and you sighed out, shaking your head.
âSteveâŚâ You called out again, and he was already kissing around your breast, creating goosebumps all around your skin.
âMmm?â
âYou already did something for me, I should do somethingââ His face immediately perked up, shaking his head. You frowned, opening your mouth to ask him why, but he beat you to it.
âSome other time, Sunshine⌠Let me take care of you today, okay?â But you wanted to do something, anything, but the moment he started moving lower, and lower, until your nipples could feel his breath, you felt your body set aflame, and your mind started losing its rationality.Â
His lips continued their path, not breaking apart from your skin for a single second. He came to find your perked right nipple, and his mouth instantly wrapped around it. Your back arched as your nails dug into his hair, a gasp escaping your lips. A delicious sound that made his hips roll into yours again. His tongue darted out to lick at the tip, and suddenly he got to finally savour something in his mouth.
He groaned loudly, feeling himself twitch in his pants, and he had to gather himself before he went a little crazy on you. You frowned, looking down at him with surprised eyes.
âIs something wrong?â
âSunshine, you taste so fucking good⌠You got yourself all prettied up for me, didnât you?â Your face heated up at his sudden words. They shook you to your core, shyness invading your every nerve. You squirmed underneath him, mouth opening to answer, but Steve never wanted an answer to that. Because he wasnât talking to you. He was talking to himself, in his own haze of lust.
His lips engulfed your left nipple next as his hand came to grope the other one. You felt yourself clench on nothing, waves of heat going south at each roll of his hips, at each roll of his fingers on your nipple, at each nip at the other one. He was losing himself in your smell, in your taste, because you just were delectable today. You were so perfect, to the point that he wondered what he did to deserve someone as pretty as you.
His mouth clung to your nipple, but you felt the other hand slowly moving downwards. You felt a tickle running up your spine the moment your stomach was feathery touched. And then, the tip of his fingers played with the elastic of your panties, and this time, no one was going to stop you both. You had been in this position before, and he had backed out from it.Â
Not this time.
His hand went past the elastic, and he could already feel so much wetness down there, making him groan against your nipple and give a tug at it, andâ His eyes widened, pulling away with surprise to look down at your already kind of drunken face.
âDid you shave?â Your shame was gone at this point, wanting him to keep going more than anything. You nodded quickly, your hips rolling into his hand for him to keep touching you.
âIs it wrong?â He growled at your question, shaking his head. His mouth came down to bite onto your shoulder, making you gasp.
âThere was no need, but damn⌠You really did get all prettied up for me, my sweet girlâŚâ You trembled at his words, kind yet dirty. His mouth was uncontrollable by now, and never in his life was he this articulate while in bed. Never. But fuck, did he want you to know every single thing that went through his mind right now. You deserved to know every detail.
His hand went further, cupping your wet pussy, and shit. You were drenched for him. He barely did anything, and you were reacting like this for him. His cock twitched again, and he was probably leaking precum already. Even your panties were wet against the top of his knuckles and shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He was going to bust in his pants again. He had to continue and hold it in, for you. But you were making it so hard, in all the possible senses.
And the lack of hair made it feel even wetter. Stickier. And he couldnât help himself but tap his fingers against you, making a moan rip out of you. He could hear the wet slap, making him groan into your neck. His mouth, once again, ran wild,
âSo wet for me already, fuck, SunshineâŚâ That made you shiver underneath him, the compliments just making you feel even hotter, needier. He ran his fingers through your folds, and finally pressed them against your clit. A whimper escaped you, hips bucking into his hand.Â
He pulled away from your neck, kissing your chin and your jaw as he started moving his fingers in circled motions, keeping the pressure steady on your clit. Your mouth was open, looking up at him as he was making you feel utter pleasure, just like he did days ago.Â
âStevieâ SteveâŚâ You breathed out, and if he hadnât lost his mind yet, that definitely did it. He could feel himself about to explode in his pants, but he didnât want to stop touching you, and his other hand was occupied keeping himself from falling on top of you.Â
âSunshine, can you do something for me?â You were trying to concentrate, but you felt your cunt fluttering over nothing as he kept moving. So he slowed down to make you focus on him again, and he tried again, desperately, âSunshineâŚâ
âY-Yes?â He licked his lips at seeing your glossy eyes looking up at him, half lidded, and god, he wanted to kiss you so bad. You were so hot like this, and under him.
âCan you help me with popping my pants open? PleaseâŚâ You felt your heart thump in your chest, immediately jumping into action. Your hands moved, around the arm that was still inside your underwear, his fingers never stopping which was making your fingers fiddle a bit with the button.
You were trying to concentrate, and you could see the hard bulge that was hiding in those pants. Shit, he was probably uncomfortable. But you were going to help him, delightfully so. You finally popped the button open, and you could hear Steve let out a breath of relief. His hand stopped moving for a second, which made your consciousness come back to you for a second, which made you pull his zipper down.
And you were curious, so curious. You couldnât help yourself, that your hand went inside the pants, cupping him in his boxers. Steveâs breath stopped, a grunt escaping him and your eyes went to his face. They almost widened as you saw him look like a sudden mess. His eyebrows were all furrowed together, his hair disheveled, his mouth open as he moaned out for the first time in the night.
And another thing you noticed, he was huge. Or well, you really didnât have much to compare it to, but just by the shape of it, you knew he was well doted. Your hand moved along the covered shaft, and Steve whimpered at the feeling of it. His hand had completely stopped his movements against your clit, and his mind had completely gone to outer space.
He wasnât expecting you to touch him. He didnât expect it at all today because he had made his decision that it was your night. Your moment. Your ultimate pleasure. And here you were, being a brat and going against his orders. His eyes opened to find you looking up at him, a dazed look in your eyes.Â
âI said not today, baby⌠Youâre gonna make this night end quicker than it should.â You couldnât help the small giggle that escaped your lips, your hand retreating from his pants reluctantly. He smiled, giving you a soft kiss before his hand left the inside of your underwear.Â
He kneeled up, and finally took you in. Your hands were over your head, your hair all splayed on the pillow, and you were wearing just your black laced panties, with your legs spread so he could fit in the middle.Â
And the polaroid camera was so far away. He can take a picture later.
He saw you looking at him as your chest went up and down, breathing a little heavy, and he put on a show for you, by licking the fingers that were soaked on you. Goddamnit, whatever scrub you used, it was mixing with your juices and you tasted fucking delicious. Your breathing hitched as you saw how his tongue swirled in between his digits, a moan vibrating in his throat.
You clenched around nothing once again, and you never thought you would be this turned on over someone, by just watching them. You licked your lips, wanting to reach out to him, wanting to get your hands on his chest, on his shoulders, just anywhere. But he had other plans in mind. His fingers hooked on the elastic of your panties, and he started pulling them off. You helped by straightening your legs upwards, and he took them off easily.
You didnât return to the position you were in before. You curled yourself into a ball, and he chuckled, grabbing onto your knees.
âNow, baby, no need to hide from me.â But you pouted, your eyes darting to his pants, and back at him.
âNot fairâŚâ He raised an eyebrow at you, but god, you were cute. His heart thumped harshly against his chest as he sat back, taking his pants off, but not his boxers. If he took his boxers off right now, and rubbed himself raw on your thigh, he was going to lose it. You opened your mouth to complain again, but he grabbed onto your knees again.
âDonât be a brat, Sunshine.â Your body heated up again, because, what would happen if you were? What would happen if you got Steve worked up by you being a menace? He could see the intention in your eyes, and he shook his head at you. âNot today, babyâŚâ
And you understood, letting him spread your legs open again. He gulped as he saw your folds separating for him, andâ his cock was definitely leaking. Definitely. He could feel the warmth in the fabric. He took a deep breath in to calm himself down. He had to prepare you, that was his main goal right now.
He crawled up towards you again, but he moved places. He moved to your side, kissing your right shoulder as he held himself up with his elbow next to your head. His right hand was gripping your inner thigh, pressing his digits against it, spreading you even further as he inched closer to where you were aching the most.Â
His lips went to your neck, and you stretched it so he could have more access. Your eyes closed as he sucked on your pulse point. Then you felt his fingers run through your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness, and you let a breath out of relief when he flicked your clit again.Â
âSteveââÂ
âShhâŚâ His breath hit your ear, making goosebumps appear all over your neck and chest. The fire cackled next to you as you closed your eyes to feel him even more, and then you felt his middle finger slowly pushing in, making you arch your back slightly, and his lips kissed your jaw gently, and he moaned as he felt how warm you were inside, how you fluttered all around him.
He groaned at how easily his finger went in, thanks to how wet you were. Your hands gripped the sheets below you as he started moving slowly, in and out. You had missed his fingers since the last time he did this. When he made you come undone thanks to his jealousy. You may grow a little addicted to him doing this, because he was just so good.
He rubbed his thumb against your clit as he kept thrusting his finger, stretching you out slowly. You moaned at a particular movement, sending a shock all over your body. And he looked at your contorted face, absolute pleasure on your features, and if somebody could take a picture of himself right now, he probably would look wrecked.
He was going to be ruined for everyone else after having you, wasnât he?
He didnât care. Not when you moaned so prettily when he entered his ring finger, the round part of his palm rubbing against your clit now. You took a sharp breath in as he curled his fingers inside of you, and he could feel himself drool at your sight. As you began to breathe heavily, as you began to squirm, as you began to beg.
âSteveâ Steve, pleaseââ Shit. His cock was in pain right now. He had to stop looking at your face. His head dipped down to suck on your neck, and your hands immediately ran through his hair, gripping at his scalp when he quickened the pace of his fingers.
You could hear your squelching, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, but not really. You could only see stars that were starting to form as the elastic band in your belly started stretching more and more. Your hips started twitching, and you could feel him nipping and moaning against your neck.
He could feel you fluttering more and more, and he changed his movements to an upwards motion, the tip of his curled fingers hitting against your g-spot while his palm rubbed against your clit, and you lost it. You never felt this in your life, and it was as if you were going to combust into flames; your belly ached from how hard it started to clench.Â
âYeah, come on Sunshine, you can do it, baby. Cum on my fingers, come onâŚâ He was moaning desperately for you, and he didnât even care. He got out of your neck and took your lips into a fierce and bruising kiss. Your fingers were almost ripping his hair out, but it still felt good. His tongue immediately searched for yours, and it was a messy exchange of saliva, moans, and whimpers.
Your hips stuttered against him as the elastic band finally broke. Your legs clenched around his hand, but he didnât let up. He pulled away just in time to see you break before him, your eyes clenched tight, jaw tightening as you screamed his name. Your hands were around his scalp still, holding onto him like a landline.Â
You were tight all around his fingers, and he kept moving them as best as he could to keep your orgasm going. The noise, the squelching, became louder as you rode your climax. He couldnât help but rub his erection against your hip, trying to get some friction himself as he looked down at you. You were panting, almost sweating now, thanks to what he did to you, and the fire that was still blazing next to you both.
Your eyes slowly opened to find hazel ones that were looking down at you with wonder, amazement, and desire. Pupils blown out, and his mouth open as he breathed heavily over you. You felt the hard bulge against your hip, and you couldnât help but lift your head and give him a kiss on the lips, as your legs trembled, and finally relaxed once more.Â
He moaned into your lips, closing his eyes briefly as he slowly took his fingers out of you. You groaned as your fingers relaxed on his hair, rubbing his scalp apologetically. He kissed you back down onto the pillow, his lips moving against yours, and as much as it pained him, he wiped his fingers against the sheets so he wouldnât stop kissing you for a second.Â
He slowly pulled away, his eyes opening to find yours again. He felt his heart pounding heavily, now realizing how nervous he was. Because he knew what was going to happen next, and fuck he needed it to be perfect. He didnât have to think of himself, not for a single moment. He took a deep breath, trying not to think of the ringing that was happening inside of his ears.
You saw how his eyes were still glued to you as you felt him shift, a hand moving downwards, and then his legs moving. You looked down, and your breathing stopped once you saw him out of his boxers. Steve was completely naked now, next to you. This was happening. This was really going to happen. Your belly fluttered, nerves, excitement, you didnât know.Â
âWill that fit?â The question tumbled out of your lips without noticing, and Steveâs laughter resonated through the room, a blush spreading on his cheeks.
âIâll take that as a compliment, Sunshine.â He actually was a little self conscious, because this was going to be the first time you would see him, and honestly, you had someone to compare him to. It wasnât like you didnât. Heâll take this one as a win.Â
He tried not to let his nerves get the best of him as he knelt up, and grabbed his pants. Thankfully, Eddie came rushing in with the scissors and a few condoms, because Steve honestly forgot. He was so nervous about making the room look impeccable that he forgot one of the most important things.Â
He took one of the foils out of his back pocket, and you straightened up with your elbows as support. You could see the freckles on his back, and he had so many. The orange hue of the fire kissing his skin just right. He moved then, his left hand sliding between your legs, and you got the signal instantly. You spread them for him to settle in between them, kneeling. Your eyes were glued to his cock. It was up, ready, and it was glistening at the top. Your mouth salivated with the need to experiment. With the need to make him feel good as well.
He obviously noticed where your eyes were, and he lost focus for a second as he looked down all over your body, making him twitch. Just by looking at you, fuck. He gulped heavily, hoping to god that he would last more than three pumps in. He ripped the foil open with his teeth, and at the sound of it, you sat up. He stopped his movements, seeing your nervous face, your heavy breathing.
âSunshine, we donât haveââ
âCan I put it on?â You looked at him, and he noticed the hunger in your eyes, and he got a little taken aback by your request. âI want to touch you too, even if itâs just thisâŚâÂ
Right, he had denied you touching him before. God, how humiliating would it be to cum by you just putting the condom on him? But he cannot deny you again, not when youâre looking up at him with those eyes that drove him absolutely mad. He licked his lips as he handed the foil to you, and you bit your bottom lip, grabbing it and taking the latex out.
Your eyes were drawn back to his shaft, and you had to remember health class for this one. Pinch the tip, and slide down. He took a deep breath in as your hands got closer to him, and then, your hand enveloped him completely as you started rolling the condom down on him. He threw his head back at the sensation, holding in a groan as he ran his hands over his face in pleasure, and possibly in agony.
It was so gentle, yet it was enough to ignite every single nerve in his body. You, on the other hand, were taking advantage of the situation. You ran your hands down towards the base, amazed, seeing him twitch in your hands. He sighed out as he felt a bit dizzy at your touch. He didnât know how bad you got him until now. He looked down to see you brushing his tip with your thumb, going over the little bit of latex you had pinched.
He hissed, grabbing your shoulders to make you look back up at him. Your hands stopped roaming, your eyes tilting to look into his. His hands went to cradle your face, his lips coming down to take yours in a gentle and warm kiss. Your arms wrapped around him, his chest pressing against yours as he moved you back down against the mattress.Â
You could feel his heartbeat go wild, and it was most likely matching yours. Your legs spread further so he could squeeze himself in between. He pulled away from the kiss, his hands moving down your body as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He kept his eyes on yours for a few seconds, brushing your cheek softly. His breath was hitting your lips, harsh, heavy, desperate.
He pressed his hips against yours, and you could feel him running up and down, caressing your clit in each small thrust. You sighed out, head falling back against the pillow. It felt so good, he felt so hard. He trembled a bit as he coated himself in your slick, gulping heavily as he saw the expanse of your neck. He felt his tip kiss your clit gently, making a moan escape your lips.Â
âSunshineâŚâ You came out of your haze to look back at him, his pupils dilated, but still full of care, of wonder. âCan I?â
You nodded desperately, wanting him more than anything, wanting something youâve been craving for a long time now. He licked his lips, glancing downwards as he got a hand between the two of you. He positioned himself, but before he went in, he spoke once more,
âTell me if it hurts, you gotta talk to me, okay, baby?â You could feel his tip against you, and you nodded again, nails digging into his back.
âYes, Steve, pleaseââ And your mouth fell into a silent âOâ and your eyes widened as he slowly started pushing in. It felt like pressure. It felt like something was pressing against you, and you were trying to push it out.
He felt himself sweat heavily as he only got a bit of himself inside of you. He huffed loudly, not realizing he had been holding a breath in. He felt his belly twist at your fluttering, at your tightness. Fuck, you were tight. You were so tight. His jaw was clenched tightly, looking down at your features. He saw your eyebrows twitch slightly, and he knew why.
âYou need to relax, SunshineâŚâ He stopped for a second, letting you take a breath in. You closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your breathing. Steve was going to take care of you; there was nothing to be afraid of. You relaxed your body into the mattress, and he was fighting with demons in order not to move.Â
He could feel you unclench a bit more, just a tad, but it was enough signal for him to know you were a little less tense. You opened your eyes, nodding again, with glossy eyes.
âIâm okay⌠Keep goingâŚâ Your voice was small, and he had to grip the pillow underneath your head to hold himself back. His stomach tensed as he pushed a bit further, and he felt your nails digging into his back. Your eyes were clenched, and you started feeling the stretch, the burning of it. It was uncomfortable, but he had prepped you well. You know he did.Â
You were fixating on your breathing as he kept going in, and you just didnât know how much was left. Steve was starting to sweat, your tightness being his fucking doom, and he was trying not to cum right then and there. You were clenching and fluttering, and you were so warm, and he was trying so hard to concentrate on looking down at your face, to make sure you were okay.Â
You were not making any sounds, which was a sign of discomfort. He knew it wasnât that pleasurable, at least not yet, but he didnât know how it truly felt. Suddenly, he heard you. A wince. He stopped completely, and your eyes opened, panicked.
âNo, no, keep going, Steveââ
âSunshine, if itâs hurting you, I gotta stopââ
âNo, donât, itâs okay⌠Iâm fineâŚâ You reassured him, and his eyes were tender while looking down at you, but a worried frown was still etched on them. You ran a hand through his hair and pushed his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder. He breathed against your skin and trusted you. So he kept pushing in.
You held a wince in, because now there was pain. There was a dull pain, like there was a bubble of pressure inside of you, just expanding, and expanding, and being pushed further into you. Steve knew you were in pain because of your ragged breaths, your trembling, and how your nails were digging into his scalp and back.Â
He didnât want to do it, but he knew he had to. He had to so it would go by quickly. So that you would stop trying to hold back your winces and groans. He took a deep breath in, knowing that after this, he would be ruined. He gripped the pillow tightly with both his hands for support, to ground himself to the earth.Â
And he gave a sharp thrust.
You gasped loudly, jerking at the motion, eyes widening towards the ceiling. You fluttered wildly around him, clenching and unclenching, and you could feel him so deep inside of you. You were burning, stretching, and the bubble had burst. You gasped your breaths out, trembling as your heels dug into Steveâs hips.Â
Steve let out a groan at the feeling of bottoming out inside of you. He was feeling himself lose his mind slowly, because he was still a man. A man who had the girl he adored underneath him. The girl who just gave herself completely to him. He was just a man. But he was your man, and he had to take care of you. He noticed how you were shaking slightly, your jagged gasps. He pulled away from your neck, kissing your cheek softly.
âShh, shh⌠Itâs done, Iâm here, SunshineâŚâ You gulped heavily, your eyes finding his. Done. You werenât a virgin any longer. Steve took that. And you felt warmth invade your chest. Many girls had lost their virginities to the first guy they had the chance to, but none of them had truly lost it with someone they cared for, and someone who cared back for them. At least, not that they had told you about.
But you have. And you couldnât be happier.Â
âJust give me a few seconds, SteveâŚâ He nodded, kissing your cheek again to reassure you he was here. You closed your eyes to try to relax your body again, taking deep breaths in, your hands running all over his back. He was going to give you all the time you needed. He kissed the corner of your eye where a stray tear started falling down, without you noticing at all. You were happy. Really happy.
âYou okay?â He asked gently, though you noticed the slight tremble in his voice. You opened your eyes, giving him a nod. You could feel yourself a little more relaxed, swallowing heavily and guiding him back into the crook of your neck. You knew you were going to make faces, and you didnât want him to stop, to worry.
âYou can moveâŚâ He inhaled your scent, kissing your neck gently as he reeled his hips back slightly, just a bit, and moved back in. You felt the drag, a sore kind of pain shooting up your spine, but the pressure was no longer there. Your eyebrows were furrowed, closing your eyes to try to concentrate on your feelings, wanting to be honest with him if it were to hurt a lot.
Steve, on the other hand, was losing his shit. He was breathing heavily as he did another small thrust. He heard you groan, and he tried not to stop. He was only going to if you told him so, unless he heard a really painful cry from you. So he nervously kept that slow pace, small thrusts, letting you adjust more and more to him.
And you felt how the pain started going away, and you started feeling something else. Something that was making you sweat all over, and your belly fluttered at the feeling of it. At the drag of his cock inside of you. Pleasure. It was slowly building, and you clenched slightly around him, making him growl on your neck.Â
He tentatively gave a longer thrust, reeling his hips farther, and moving back in. He kept the slow speed, and then, he heard it. His eyes widened, and he almost stopped. You moaned. It was faint, but you moaned. So he did it again, wanting to make sure, and he felt your nails starting to grab at his hair, as you gave another moan, then another, then another. He lifted himself up to look down at your face, and he almost crumbled over.
You looked dazed, eyes half lidded, mouth open, as you moved against his thrusts. Moans came out of your mouth, and fuck, he wanted to eat you up. He wanted to devour you. He felt the intense need build in his chest. The need to ravish you completely. The need that has to wait for another time.
âYou feeling good, baby?â He kissed your jaw, and you nodded dumbly, and you truly were. To the point of wanting him to go faster. It wasnât enough. It started feeling like it wasnât what you needed right now.
âYeahâ Yeahââ You moaned out, and he groaned at your voice, so desperate for more.Â
âWant me to go a little faster?â He asked, and you gasped at it, nodding again, your belly exploding in butterflies.
âYes, please, SteveâŚâ He took a deep breath in, starting to move faster, and he could feel the warmth inside of you, the tightness giving way, letting him slide easier inside of you. And that drove him mad, moaning your name against your lips, kissing you softly. And your moans, god, your moans, they kept getting louder.
You have never felt this kind of pleasure before. Not even when Steve ate you out, this was completely different. It was intimate and such an out-of-body experience. It felt better than his fingers, better than anything else that could possibly be done to you. At least, for now.
He huffed as his knuckles turned white, grabbing the pillow underneath your head. He was sliding so easily inside of you now, shit, shit, shit. He needed more; was that selfish of him?Â
âBaby, can I go harder? Pleaseââ He was asking, begging for you to say yes. Your eyes clashed with his, and he looked so good like this. His features were completely contorted, looking as if he were in pain, but you knew it was pleasure. His eyes were glossed over, his lips trembling, his hair falling over his eyes, and a sheer layer of sweat over his forehead. His face was flushed, and you felt yourself becoming wetter just by the mere sight of him.
âYesâ God, pleaseââ You heard him growl, pushing up from you, holding himself up with his hands on each side of your head. His chest away from yours, and your hands sliding down to his biceps. You could feel how hard his muscles were, how tense, but you couldnât put much thought into it, as Steve started thrusting harder, while keeping the same speed from before.Â
You were gasping, moaning, and whimpering as you bounced at each of his thrusts. You werenât even focusing on anything right now, just feeling everything he was doing to you. You could hear the slapping of skin now, his hips smashing against yours at each thrust. Steve was panting, finally looking in between the two of you to see himself disappear inside of you, making him twitch even inside of you.
âFuck, fuckâ You feel so good, Sunshineâ So perfect for meâŚâ His mouth moved without his permission. You whined at his words, just âuh, uh, uhâsâ coming out of your lips. You looked wrecked, and he was so happy, so proud that it was thanks to him. That you were feeling this for the first time with him. That he was the cause.Â
He needed more leverage. He could feel his belly burning wildly, and he wanted more. He needed to feel more. Deeper. And by how loud you were moaning and mumbling his name, he assumed you were feeling good. Really good. He straightened up, kneeling with his legs spread a little underneath your thighs. He wrapped his arms around them, and he started moving with much more speed than before. Your eyes widened, toes curling as your hands flew to grip the sheets below you.
You bounced, and his eyes couldnât leave your breasts, your body, your moans escaping your lips. He could feel you flutter around his cock, and he threw his head back in pure ecstasy. He moaned your name, pure praises, and then he looked back down at you, seeing you looking up at him.
He looked so good. You could feel the elastic band forming again, surprising you completely. That chain that bounced at every thrust of his, the veins in his arms prominent, and his abdomen tensed as he railed you into the mattress.Â
âStevieâ It feels good, it feels so good, please donât stopââ He growled at your request, shaking his head.
âNot a fucking chance, Sunshine.â You whimpered, and you felt the need for something more, but you didnât know what. Your hands gripped the sheets, twisting them, and you felt your legs shaking slightly. Steve noticed, huffing his breaths out. âWhat do you need, baby? Talk to meâŚâ
âI donâtâ I donât knowââ And he knew exactly what you wanted. He could feel himself coming close, but he wasnât going to let up until he felt you clench around him. He needed it. He seethed himself in you, and stopped, leaving him panting. You choked a breath out at how deep you felt him, but when he didnât move again, you looked at him, breathing heavily. âSomethingâ Something wrong?â
âNo⌠Fuck no⌠But Iâm closeâŚâ He confessed, trying to calm himself down, trying really hard to make this the best time of your life. You nodded, not understanding the problem with it.
âBaby, you canââ
âNo. I want you to cum around me. I am not stopping until you give me another, Sunshine.â Oh, that pulled the elastic in your belly even tighter. He felt you clench, and he scoffed a laugh out. âOh, you like that, huh.â
You felt your entire body burn up, and before you could talk again, he started moving once more. You moaned out, feeling that pleasure once again filling every nerve. He looked down at you, his right arm unwrapping from your leg, and moving in between you two, and he pressed his thumb against your clit.
âShit!â You jerked at the sensation, eyes wide. He smirked at your reaction, circling your clit once with his thumb as he thrusted inside of you. You were seeing stars, head thrown back as your mouth remained open, obscene moans escaping, and his name. His name that was making him lose his mind, more, and more. âSteveâ Steveâ Steveââ
He could feel you fluttering, clenching every now and then, and he groaned, whimpered as his pace picked up, his hips slapping against yours in a wild manner. His thumb kept circling your clit, rubbing and pressing, and you were thrashing around underneath him. He felt your thigh tensing up under his left arm.Â
But fuck, he was close. He moved forward a bit more, raising your hips up just slightly, but you felt it. Your back arched as you felt like your soul left your body. Steve growled in victory, having found your G-Spot. He kept the pace, his breath coming out in gasps as you clenched and clenched, and he knew you were close.
âSunshine, come onââ He was watching you lose yourself in the pleasure as he kept moving, watching you bounce underneath him. Your belly was turning wildly inside of you, tensing your entire body, and your legs started closing around him, but it didnât stop his movements at all. You started trembling as you felt yourself clench and unclench around him, and he almost tipped over the edge right there.
And finally, you let out a sharp cry, followed by a choked moan as you completely engulfed him, gripped him like a vice, and his hand left your clit, letting your thigh go so he could slam his hands on each side of you, gripping the mattress. Your hands flew to grab onto his forearms and scratch his arms for some grounding. You were in another galaxy, Milky Ways passing behind your eyelids as you clenched your eyes.Â
He growled into his throat, a loud whimper escaping his lips at the tightness, at how amazing you sounded. You were shaking underneath him, and it was almost hard to pull out from you from how hard you were gripping him. He started to stutter, the fluttering inside never stopping, and you were not letting up with the clenching. He clenched his eyes tightly, trying to let himself last a few more seconds so you could ride the orgasm out.
âSteveâ Stevieââ His eyes opened to see tears sliding down the sides of your face, purely from pleasure. Some drool had pulled on the corner of your mouth, and fuckâ His hips started moving harshly against you, and you finally unclenched just slightly as your belly uncramped, and your walls let up just a little bit.
His hands grabbed yours, and he intertwined his fingers with yours, and pressed them just a little above your head. Shitâ Fucking christâ His hips slammed against yours, chasing his own orgasm. His hair was brushing against your forehead, his hot breath against your lips, and youâve never seen Steve like this.Â
He looked⌠so good.
âFuckâ Sunshine, baby, Iâm gonna cumââ And you could feel your fingers being squished by his, his veins forming on the top of his hands as he pressed yours harder into the mattress, jerking at each sharp thrust of his. And then, at one last thrust, his face fell forward to the crook of your neck, and your eyes widened when he bit at your skin, growling loudly, whimpering as he came into the condom.
He thrusted at each spurt, one, two, three, and then, he stilled. He kissed your skin as he panted, trying to gather his thoughts once again. You were dreamily looking at the ceiling with a faraway gaze. You felt amazing. Lightweight. Your skin felt tingly all over, and you noticed the aftershocks all over your body; you couldnât believe what had just happened.
You had sex. You finally had sex. It felt like such a faraway dream, something you thought would never happen because of the circumstances the world was in. And here was Steve. Panting heavily into your skin after making you his. Your heart felt like it was in complete flames, soaring into the sky.Â
Steve could feel his heart going crazy, thumping loudly and rapidly in his chest. He wondered if you could feel it since it was pressed against yours. You two were sweating, panting, and he finally gulped, his hands letting go of yours slowly. He raised his head up, his elbows supporting his weight now as you lay there underneath him. He licked his trembling lips, inspecting your features.
âYou okay, Sunshine?â He asked in a soft whisper, and you were still dazed, staring at nothing in particular. He couldnât help but smile, coming to kiss your lips softly to snap you out of your haze. You blinked, finally looking at him. âYou okay?â
You gave him a tired, wide smile, nodding at him.
âIâm more than okayâŚâ He brushed a strand of your hair away from your forehead, keeping his hand on your cheek. Your eyes were glued to his, and you couldnât help but feel like you had to say something to him. Something you never thought you would say before. Or at least, not so early.Â
But it wasnât so early, wasnât it? Itâs been months, weeks, days of feelings slowly cooking inside of you. You swallowed those words down, not knowing if it was the haze of the moment or if it truly was there. You needed a clear mind for it. You needed to be sure of it.
âAre you okay?â You asked, and he huffed a laugh, nodding at you.Â
âPerfectâŚâ He felt himself softening inside of you, making him wince a bit. âIâm going to pull out, alright?â
You took a deep breath in, nodding at him. Him pulling out felt weird, but then you felt empty, making you exhale a groan. You let a sigh out as he kneeled back, and you closed your eyes to accommodate yourself back to not having him inside of you. It almost felt weird.
You heard Steve moving, and you opened your eyes to grab a washcloth he left on the side of the mattress, as well as a water bottle. He opened the bottle and damped the cloth with it. You frowned a bit at the action, and you saw him moving it between your legs.
âIt might be coldâŚâ Oh, he was cleaning you. You felt your cheeks heat up, and then you winced at the coldness as he wiped you. You then felt the relief, not noticing how sore you were. The cold cloth felt good against you. Your eyes wandered back, only to widen, straightening up with your elbows as you saw the red stains on it.
âOh my godâ Iâmââ
âI swear, Sunshine, if you apologize for bleedingâŚâ You closed your mouth, embarrassment washing over you as Steve wiped you clean, as well as your inner thighs. Then he folded the cloth and wiped himself before taking his condom off. You watched as he threw the cloth aside and then tied the condom in a knot. You watched his seed in there with interest, tilting your head.Â
He felt his legs trembling slightly as he put the condom to the side, taking note of throwing that and the cloth into the fire the next day. He sighed, looking back at you, who was looking at him with dreamy eyes, tired, and still a little dazed.Â
He moved towards your side, prompting you to lie down, opening the sheets that were beneath you this whole time. They were slightly thick, knowing the fire would keep the two warm during the entire night. You two lie on your sides, his hand running up and down your arm, your legs tangled with one anotherâs.
âWas itâŚâ He gulped as he thought of his question. He was a little afraid of the answer, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know how you felt. If it was to your expectations. He wanted to know if he had to be better at something or do something differently the next time. But your first time⌠âWas it how you imagined it?â
You were looking at him, gazing into his eyes, and your hand went towards his cheek, caressing it gently. Your heart was in your throat, your ears were ringing as you pulled him into a soft kiss. Lingering. Pouring your feelings out on his lips. He moaned into the kiss, and you smiled into it, pulling away.
âIt was better⌠Thank you, SteveâŚâ For some reason, he felt overwhelmed. He felt like crying. He felt like he had won the lottery, or that he was conveyed a blessing from above. A long-time wish that had been granted. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, planting a kiss on the top of your head.
âMy beautiful Sunshine.â He murmured, and you just held onto him, smiling into his chest. His arms promising to never let go. His legs promising to chase after you. His mind promising to never let go of the thought of you. His heart promising to never let you get away.Â
Your breathing calmed down, the two of you slipping more and more into drowsiness, and then you talked again.
âI didnât know it would feel so goodâŚâ He blinked his eyes wide open, suddenly awake again. A chuckle vibrated in his throat.
âWell⌠I donât mean to brag, butââ You giggled against him, looking up from his chest. You pecked his lips gently, and then a cheeky smile appeared on your lips.
âI might grow addicted to it.â His smile fell, and he groaned loudly, shaking his head.
âDid I just create a monster?â And fuck, by the look on your face, he might be right. He wasnât against the idea at all, really. Oh, poor Eddie and Nancy.
You drifted off with a giggle, clinging onto him, and he was left alone with his thoughts for a few more minutes as you breathed gently against him. His eyes were looking into the fire, and there it was. In that fine spark that came out from the cackling wood, he saw something he never thought heâd see again.
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Now letâs reverse their roles, shall we? Nurse!Eddie AU where Steve is a frequent patient in the ER Eddie works because he keeps getting himself hurt all the freaking time. Eddie can't help but worry about the guy.
First, Steve ends up there after he falls from a tree and breaks his wrist. When Eddie asks what happened, Steve shrugs.
âThere was this cat stuck in the tree.â
Then, itâs the accident with the car door. Two broken fingers.
âRobin didnât see my hand was still there when she closed the door.â
The third time, itâs a concussion because, somehow, Steve thought skateboarding after drinking half-a-bottle of whisky was a good idea.
âRobin dared me, Eddie. She said I couldnât!â
âAnd now youâre here! She was clearly right!â
Then there was the time Steve bruised his ribs and hip when he pushed a little kid out of harmâs way and got run by a bike in their place.
And the time Steve twisted his ankle when he was out on a hike with Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle but didnât tell them he was hurt because he didnât wanna spoil their weekend. He walked more than five miles with a fucked-up ankle, the idiot.
And how would Eddie forget the time Steve came to the ER with his pretty face half-disfigured by bruises and so badly swollen his left eye was nothing more than a slit. His ribs were also cracked and the skin over his knuckles was torn everywhere. Steve had clearly been fighting.
âThe fucking asshole was gonna hit Max, man. Not when Iâm around.â
Eddie wouldâve been endeared by the sweet admission if he hadnât been concerned about the manâs labored breathing at the time.
All this to say that Steveâs presence in the ER is not something new. Heâs always there; sometimes for stupid reasons like trying to save a cat stuck in a tree or after one of Robinâs dares goes wrong, sometimes because heâs such a selfless sweetheart that he often gets hurt while trying to help people out.
So when Eddie comes back from his break and sees Steve there in the waiting room, heâs not surprised at all. Steve still has the bandage on his right arm, from his last visit a couple of days before.
He is surprised when Steve opens his mouth and blurts a âDo you want to go out with me one of these days? â before Eddie has the chance to ask what heâs doing there.
âOh my God, are you getting hurt on purpose so you can see me?â
âWhat!?â
âBecause if this is the case, stop doing that!â
âIâm not hurting myself on purpose! Iâm just an idiot, I swear!â
But Eddie is not an idiot, so of course he says yes to going out with Steve.
Two weeks later, they are dating⌠and Eddie is bandaging the dislocated shoulder his boyfriend got from falling off the roof while cleaning the gutters.
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the edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) âď¸ chapter seventeen
âď¸ Now I'm racing for what to do, all roads lead me right back to you
Warnings: hurt/comfort, a few sprinkles of angst, kinda mean!Eddie, mentions of depression, uh... don't know what else to add
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: Your night with Aaron didn't only change your relationship with Steve -- it also brought chaos upon the whole group, leading you to make a drastic decision that might be for the sake of everyone.
Word count: 13k+
Author's note: Me and @hellfire--cult say; you're welcome. Roe wrote the bestest part, aka everything that came after that moment hehe
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After a week of standing still close by the gates of the community, the RV is finally running again. Filled with gas and two extra gallons provided by the community, along with supplies â food, water, medicine, ammo, and a new rifle.Â
Nancy is already in the driver's seat. Having said goodbye to Tommy already, she spared herself the awkwardness of engaging more with him in front of Eddie and Steve after spending the night with the older man. She is tapping the steering wheel, looking into blank space as she waits.Â
Eddie, who is sitting down on the steps of the RV, nodding along to Tommyâs advice for the road ahead, canât seem to find it in himself to focus on what the man is telling him, not when his friend looks like he is about to die.Â
Steve is leaning against the side of the RV with his arms crossed. His knee is bouncing as his eyes are stuck on the road ahead. Waiting and waiting, waiting for you. His heart keeps pounding painfully in his chest. His mind racing with all kinds of thoughts. Ones he doesnât want to think about. Ones he is afraid of. What if you decide to stay here after all? What if you decide that Aaron should be the one to take you to your family and bring you back here with him?Â
The thought pains him. It causes shudders to run down his back. It fills him with dread and sadness, but also with anger.Â
What would he even do if you said you are not coming with them⌠with him?Â
Would he be able to do anything about it? Would he get desperate enough to ask you to stay with him by telling you the truth about his feelings?Â
Steve brings his hand up to his hair, running it through it nervously. He takes a deep breath, though it does little to calm him down. Only when he finally catches sight of you, walking down the road and to where he is standing, does he feel like he can breathe again. That is, until he sees him.Â
Aaron is walking beside you, holding your hand. He feels like his breath gets knocked out of him again. He knows he should look away to spare himself the pain of watching that, but he canât.Â
Eddie pushes himself off the steps when he sees you. He clears his throat, trying to catch Steveâs attention, but the brunette is set on you. His eyes are glued on you. Eyes filled with sadness and pain.Â
He doesnât look away. He canât.Â
âMorning.â Aaron nods at Steve, who doesnât even acknowledge him, only you.Â
But you arenât looking at him, nor at Eddie, who is trying to make eye contact with you, but your eyes are on the ground. The metalhead canât tell whether itâs shame etched into your features or regret, but he can tell that you donât feel comfortable standing here in front of Steve while having your hand held by the man you spent the night with. With the man you didnât want it to be.Â
âBrought you your sunshine back.â Aaron says, squeezing your hand as he briefly glances at Steve, who is still not looking at him.Â
Tommy, who is standing on the side, looks down, chuckling under his breath.Â
âThank you, I was starting to think she would ditch us and stay here.â Eddie jokes, still looking at you.Â
And when you finally look up, he notices the same exhaustion on your face that he sees on Steveâs.Â
And Steve, he sees it too. He wants to feel relief so badly, but he knows the exhaustion can have two very different meanings. The latter makes him feel nauseous. He doesnât want to think about it. His mind was swirling with the sickest thoughts all night. He doesnât want to let it consume his mind again, not when you are back and here, ready to get back inside the RV with them. With him.Â
âNever.â Aaron chuckles, looking down at you. âThe offer was on the table, but I think she prefers you guys.âÂ
Steveâs mood sours even more. And he canât help but huff at Aaronâs words.Â
Eddie notices one thing, and that is how your smile doesnât reach your eyes. You avoid Steveâs eyes, especially. Â
âYeah, Iâll stick with my friends.â You say softly and look up at Aaron, giving him a small smile, but still big enough to make Steveâs heart ache. âBut thank you, Aaron⌠For everything.â Your words have deeper meaning, and Steve knows that. It only worsens the pain in his heart, knowing that you have shared special things with another man. He doesnât know whether he wants to scream or slam his head into the RV. He knows he should look away from you and him, but he canât.Â
Aaron nods, giving you a soft smile and another squeeze to your hand before he lets you go.Â
âAnytime, Darlinâ.â He nods, tipping his cowboy hat at you, making you smile a little bigger.Â
âAlright, are you ready to go?â Eddie asks you, wanting nothing more than to put his best friend out of his misery.Â
âYeah. Iâm ready.â You mumble, still not looking at him.Â
You turn towards Tommy and step towards the older man. You bid your farewells and thank him for all heâs done for you and your friends. He shakes your hand and gives you a warm smile, telling you that the gates will always be open for you and your friends.Â
You feel a bit awkward having to say goodbye to Aaron in front of Eddie and him. You can feel his eyes on you. His gaze is burning into your skin, and not in a pleasant way. You know he watched you last night, when you were dancing with Aaron, when you kissed him. You didnât look at Steve after, not even when you left with him. You couldnât. And now you canât either.Â
When you turn back to Aaron, you notice that he is looking at him. His chin tilted down a bit, eyes filled with emotions you canât read. He isnât glaring, nor is he looking at him cockily, none of that. There is something in his eyes, something only directed at Steve. And when he looks back down at you, his eyes flicker with different emotions. His lips curl into a smile again, and he takes a step forward, opening his arms to you.Â
âCâmere.âÂ
Your cheeks heat up when he reaches forward, taking your hand into his own. He pulls you towards him and away from Steve. He wraps his arms around you and gives you a tight hug. Leaning down, his lips brush against your ear, âbe careful out there for me, alright?âÂ
Steve squints his eyes. He clenches his fists, digging his nails into his palm. He takes a deep breath. He feels unsure of what he feels. Anger or sadness? He isnât sure at this point. But he knows one thing: it hurts awfully to watch you be held by another man.Â
âAlways.â You whisper and squeeze his waist before you pull away. You look up at him, intending it to be the last time. You say goodbye with a smile, but he has different plans. Before you can let go and step away from him, Aaron cups your cheeks and caresses your cheekbone with his thumb. His eyes flicker between your eyes and your mouth, and then he leans down and presses his lips against yours. He says goodbye with a kiss.Â
Steveâs heart drops to his stomach. The same nausea from the night before rising up in him. Anger fades away so quickly, and dejection settles in instead. His nails no longer dig into his palms. His chest no longer feels tight from rage. His eyes arenât glaring anymore. All he feels⌠is pain.Â
Eddie squeezes his eyes shut when he sees the expression on Steveâs face. He was mad at him before he knew how he really felt about you. Now he canât feel that anymore, not when he is suffering like this. He canât bear those eyes.Â
Steve stares at you, at the back of your head. He watches. He watches how another man holds your face and kisses you. Thatâs all he can do. Watch. He knows he should move. He knows he should turn around and get inside the RV, wait for you there. But he is frozen. Stuck in place.Â
Just like you, if he looked closer.Â
When Aaron pulls away, he brushes his knuckles against your cheek.Â
âRemember to contact me once you arrive so I know that youâre safe. And if you need me to come pick you up, use the coordinates, and Iâll do so.â Aaron says, looking into your eyes deeply.Â
âOkay.â You whisper, nodding.Â
âOkay.â Aaron nods and leans down once more, this time only giving you a short peck instead of a full-blown kiss. Itâs still enough to make you blush, to make you flustered beneath his eyes.Â
You squeeze his wrist and give him one last smile.Â
âGoodbye, Aaron.âÂ
âGoodbye, Sunshine.âÂ
His smile looks a little mischievous, his wink too. You canât tell what he is trying to say. But his eyes flicker between you and Steve.Â
Steve, who isnât even looking your way anymore when you turn to look at him, is facing away from you.Â
If only you saw the tears in his eyes that he is hiding from you.Â
You take a deep breath and look around one last time before you turn around and make your way inside the RV. You donât know how much longer it will take to get to Nevada. You donât know how much more pain you will have to bear till then. But you know that the rest of this journey won't be an easy one.Â
âHey Nance.â You say softly, smiling at the girl in the driverâs seat.Â
She drops her map and turns to face you. You have seen her this morning, sneaking out of Tommyâs room with hickeys on her neck. She froze when she was met by the sight of you standing by the window and sipping on a freshly brewed coffee. You expected her to get awkward, but instead she smirked your way and told you that a girls talk was much needed.Â
âHey, you.â She smiles, eying you up and down. She leans her elbow against the steering wheel and points a finger at you. âWeâre still having that conversation later.âÂ
âYeah, yeahâŚâ You whisper, growing flustered beneath her blue eyes. You donât get to say much more because Steve stomps inside after you. He brushes past you and makes his way over to the couch. He sits down, refusing to look your way, and maybe itâs for the better, because you arenât sure if you want him to look at you.Â
Eddie walks in too, after saying his goodbyes. He waves at the two men one last time, giving them polite smiles before he shuts the door and locks it. He breathes in deeply and looks over at Steve.Â
The worried look in his eyes makes you tense up, even more when the metalhead glances at you with emotions he hasnât shown you before. You donât know why, but it makes your chest ache, and it makes you unable to look at him longer. You force your eyes away from him and look down, awkwardly making your way to your seat, which was next to Steve.Â
Eddie watched you intensely. His brown eyes take you in as he tries to read the expression on your face and the obvious tension in your shoulders. He wants to ask if you are okay, but then he looks over at Steve, who is looking out the window, refusing to turn towards the front of the RV, and he decides against it.Â
With a sigh, he turns around and makes his way over to the passenger seat. He plops down and grabs the map off Nancyâs lap, only briefly glancing at the girl who is shaking her head at him in confusion. Her eyebrows are furrowed. Confusion and irritation were written all over her face.Â
âYou gonna drive or not, Wheeler?âÂ
Eddieâs voice was cold. The coldest youâve ever heard. You never thought you would hear him talk like that, and much less towards Nancy, who looked just as surprised, and even hurt. She stuttered a bit, not knowing how to deal with Eddieâs sudden anger.
âIâ Yes, Iâmâ Yeah.â She turns the engine key, and the RV comes to life. Steve was still not looking your way, and you felt nauseous as the motorhome rocked side to side. You werenât going to be able to stand it, so you got up, and rushed towards the back where the bed was, creating distance between the two of you once more.
Steve felt his heart collapsing at how quickly you moved from his side. How quickly you couldnât stand his presence. Just one minute passed since you sat down next to him, and it was enough.Â
He stared at the floor, unable to speak, unable to move and Eddie noticed. His eyes moved from the map and towards Steve. He sighed, putting the map down, his eyes turning to look at Nancy who was driving.
âChange of plans. You go to the back, have your girls talk, while I drive and Steve is my copilot.â At his words, Nancy frowned, looking at him before staring back at the road.
âWhat? Weâ Thatâs not how we planned itâ You canât drive, your legââ
âWell, I am changing it, and I can move my leg. So, stop the RV, and let me drive.â Steveâs eyes were wide at Eddieâs tone, finally noticing the change. He saw Nancyâs curls bob a little as she shook her head, slowly stopping the RV to get out of the Driverâs seat. Nancy didnât even glance towards Steve as she passed, and the brown haired man could hear a sniffle following right behind her steps.
He heard the sliding door close, and Eddie stepped into the Driverâs seat, putting the radio on, for the very first time, and his cassette. Steveâs eyes widened, pushing himself up from the couch, and rushing to the passengerâs seat, shaking his head.
âEddie, we canât use the radio, it drains the batteryââ
âYou really wanna hear that?â Eddieâs eyes were knives towards Steve as he buckled himself up. The brown haired man trembled slightly at the realization that Nancy and you might be talking about last night. He certainly didnât want to hear that. He shook his head, sitting on the passengerâs seat and buckling up, before grabbing the map.Â
Eddie started the drive again, and the music of various metal bands filled the air. Steve frowned, looking at his friend.
âHow did you get this?â
âRemember the barista? Back at the community? Yeah, he gave me a copy of his playlist. Fucking cool, isnât it?â Steve nodded, looking back at the road as he felt the emptiness start to consume him a little.
âEveryone made at least one friend in there, huh.â Eddie cringed at his friendâs words, sighing.
âNo one would have been able to handle all the Harrington charm.â He joked, and Steve shook his head, frowning.
âWhat?â
âEspecially that grumpy attitude, and those amazing eyebags you have.â At Eddieâs jokes, Steve rolled his eyes.
âWow, thanks for that man.âÂ
âJust trying to cheer someone up here.â Eddie stated as he whistled along the screaming that was coming out of the speakers. Steve cringed, looking at his friend again.
âCouldnât you have at least gotten a tape thatâ I donât know, would have been to everyoneâs liking?â
âAw, are you sad we donât have Madonna in here?â At that, Steve finally cracked a small smile. A small victory on Eddieâs side. âMaybe I did get other cassettes, but Iâm saving them for special occasions.âÂ
A beat of silence fills them after those jokes, the RV moving back and forth as Steve stares at the map. Clearly, Eddie didnât need guidance. He had already inspected the map before, and Eddie had a good sense of direction. He always did. But maybe Steve was hallucinating. Maybe he was panicking, but he swore he heard Nancyâs gasp, or a laugh. So he made conversation again to add to the music.
âWhy⌠the sudden change of attitude?â
âCome again?â Eddie asked, as if he hadnât noticed himself how he was acting recently.
âYou were a little⌠harsh? With Nance?â At Steveâs words, Eddie shrugged, shaking his head.
âReally? Didnât think so.â Steve couldnât help the uneasy feeling in his chest. He looked out of the window, knowing he wonât get Eddieâs thoughts out of his mouth any time soon. A pang of pain in his head interrupted his own though. He felt himself become a little light-headed as he looked at the road, the sight of it dizzying him. âSteve?â
âHuh? Iâmâ fine. I just got a little dizzy, thatâs allââ
âYou mean the lack of sleep. Try to get someââ But Steve immediately interrupted, holding onto the map tightly, looking down at it.
âIâm fine. Keep driving.â Eddie glanced at his best friend for a few seconds, then his eyes returned to the road ahead, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as anger filled him. The feeling of helplessness. The feeling of pure fear of losing Steve.
And no one else but him noticed.
-
Eddie was having a bad day. At least thatâs what you told yourself on the first day of being back on the road. He was unusually quiet with you. He barely talked to you, and he barely looked at you.Â
You thought that he got off on the wrong foot that morning, that maybe he didnât want to talk, that he wasnât feeling well, or just having a bad day like you or Steve, or even Nancy had before. But then the second day passed, and the third, and he was still not⌠his usual self.Â
A weird energy hangs in the air. It makes you feel uncomfortable. It makes you feel guilty, and you donât know why. You didnât do anything wrong, did you? But taking a look at Nancy, and seeing those sad blue eyes follow her best friend, who barely talks to her these days, makes you feel like it is your fault⌠somehow. You donât know if something happened between them, if they had an argument or a disagreement when you werenât around, but something tells you that you are the reason for the way he is treating her.Â
Her eyes are sad whenever they fall on Eddie, but they are filled with anger when they lock with hazel ones. Steve cowers away every time her ice cold glare hits him.Â
He doesnât even look at you â only when you arenât looking at him. His eyes are glued to you every chance he gets when you are busy with something. They roam your face and your body. Those eyes filled with longing would break your heart if only you caught him.Â
Itâs snowing outside, strongly so. The wind is heavy too, making it impossible for any of you to sit outside for dinner the way you did all these days. When you and Nancy ate your dinner at the small table in the RV, Steve and Eddie left to eat theirs outside. In those three days you have been on the road, the four of you havenât sat down to eat together once. Tonight is the first, and it feels awkward. Nobody is talking. The only sound filling the RV is the scraping against plates and the howling of the wind outside.Â
Eddie is staring at his bowl, shoving down his food with an irritated look on his face. Steveâs eyes are glued to his food as well, though he doesnât eat as fastly as Eddie does. Nancy, who is sitting beside you on the sofa, is picking at the beans while your plate is completely untouched. Your stomach is empty, but your appetite isnât there at all. The thought of even picking up your fork and taking a bite makes you feel nauseous.Â
You look down at the map, looking at all the possible directions to take to get to Nevada. You know you wonât get home any time soon, but you know that some roads would take you there faster while others wouldnât. Some could bring unwanted obstacles. A hoard of infected that you somehow managed to avoid so far. A tree blocking the road, forcing you to take another exit. Monsters. Another snowstorm. Unfortunately the map canât provide you with this kind of information.Â
âYou should eat.â Nancy says softly, nudging your shoulder.Â
âIâm not hungry.â You mumble, not looking up from the map.Â
Steve glances at you, worriedly looking between your untouched plate and your face. He notices the dark circles under your eyes. The line between your eyebrows. The tired look deeply into your features.Â
His heart aches. It constantly aches now after he lost you. You are right there. You are right in front of him, and yet it feels like you are gone. What he would do to feel you in his arms again. To hold you andâ
âYou should still eat.âÂ
You tense up at the sound of Eddieâs voice. The roughness and coldness in it being so clear. It doesnât only make you freeze.Â
You look up to find him staring at you intensely. His brown eyes which are usually filled with warmth, are⌠cold, just like his voice is.Â
âI said Iâm not hungry, Eddieââ
He slams his empty plate on the table, making you flinch a little.Â
âYeah, you said the same this morning and last night. You are not eating, you are not sleeping. If you keep going that way, youâll get sick again and hold us back. Do you wanna see your family or not?âÂ
Your eyes widen and you open your mouth, though your mind is empty and you couldnât form a sentence if you tried. His words feel like a slap in your face. The hurt residing in your chest is deep enough as it is. To feel such anger from someone who did nothing but defend and comfort you till now feels awfully painful. He had never been angry at you before. He had never done anything to make you doubt how he feels about you. Eddie had your back from the start, back when he knew barely anything about you. He was the one who fought for you to stay with them, and now⌠this?
Steveâs heart aches at the sight of your shocked expression. His sad eyes soften when he notices the hurt flashing in your eyes. He froze at Eddieâs words.Â
âOkay, what crawled up your ass?â Nancy finally snaps, dropping her bowl on the table the way he did as she glares daggers into her best friend, having had enough of his attitude and the silent treatment he is punishing her with. She felt nothing but sadness for the past few days but now she canât help but feel angry. âWhat is your problem?â
Eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he turns to face her.Â
âI am not talking to you.âÂ
âClearly!â Nancy scoffs, shaking her head at him. âYou are being an asshole.â She snaps, having had enough of this.Â
You blink, snapping out of it. Your eyes meet his for just a second, but a second enough to see the worry and the pity. God. You donât need that. His eyebrows are furrowed as he continues to look at you, and you canât take it. You force your eyes away from him.Â
âRight.â Eddie scoffs.Â
âNo, youâve been an asshole since the party! Giving us the silent treatment and only opening your mouth to be a jerk⌠really, Munson?â Nancy exclaims, tilting her head to the side as she stares at her best friend. Her words come from anger and despair, but her eyes say something else. Something Eddie canât even see through the haze that he is in.Â
You look between them, and when you see the way they look at each other, the way they never did before, your heart starts pounding a little.Â
âThatâs rich coming from you.â Eddie laughs humorlessly.Â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â Nancy snaps, squinting her eyes at him.Â
âYou were an asshole first, Wheeler. You were a real asshole.â Eddie mumbles, and for the first time in days, you see something other than indifference in his eyes. You see disappointment towards Nancy.Â
And you see the way Nancy freezes as she gets quiet for a moment. The realization sinks in when her eyes flicker over to Steve, only for a brief second.Â
The lump in your throat grows, and your heart starts pounding a little faster when you look between them. Did she say something to him? Did they argue when you werenât there? Did she hurt him?Â
Anxiety creeps up on you as your eyes flicker back and forth between them, noticing how Steve avoids her glaring blue eyes, no ounce of remorse or guilt in them, while his are filled with sadness.Â
âWith good reason.â Nancy murmurs under her breath, shaking her head at Eddie.Â
âReally?â Eddie scoffs as he leans forward. âIf you really think so then I have every reason to be disappointed in you.âÂ
The fear that you have been the reason for all of this turns into harsh reality at his next words.Â
âYou took care of someone you met just months ago, when the one who has been here for years should have been your priority.âÂ
There have been many moments in your life when you have felt like your heart stopped beating, when the pain was so deep that you froze and could only stare. Harsh words have been thrown at you before. Friendships have been broken. Friendships that were only ever one-sided. People you gave your everything to, dropped you without batting an eye, replacing you without a struggle.Â
In the end it was only ever you. No matter how much you tried, you never found people who wanted you.Â
You found something real here. You found them. Eddie and Nancy, who took you in, invited you into their home without a moment of hesitation. And even Steve, who despite his efforts to push you away, let you in.Â
It was good. It was nice. For a moment, you had everything you ever wanted. You canât believe that the reason for it to fall apart would be yourself. And even worse, it didnât only fall apart for you. Itâs falling apart for them now too. They are falling apart.Â
The lump in your throat grows bigger and bigger, cutting off the air to breathe. Your eyes start burning with unwanted tears as you look between Eddie and Nancy. Their voices are faded now as they still argue. All you see are the angry glares they throw at each other while Steve looks helplessly between them.Â
Your ears start ringing, and your chest starts hurting so badly when you take a good look at him.Â
He is suffering.Â
He is suffering because of you. You broke that friendship between you because you couldnât control your feelings.Â
Nancy is suffering because she is on the way to losing her best friend, because of you. Because she was angry at Steve for hurting you, because she chose your side when she shouldnât have. You never wanted this. You never wanted her to pick a side. You never wanted her to be angry at him.Â
âSunshine?âÂ
You snap out of it. Blinking a few times, you look up at him to see him eyeing your face. His hazel eyes are filled with worry, and you canât take it. You canât.Â
Nancy and Eddie pay no attention to you or him; they keep snapping at each other. Your name is never mentioned, and Eddie doesnât throw you in directly, but you know that every jab is meant to be directed at you.Â
And you canât take this anymore.Â
You canât watch them fall apart anymore.Â
You canât let yourself be the reason for them to lose one another.Â
You get up and storm away, not noticing how Steve was ready to run after you, thinking that you were about to go through the door and out into the storm. But he settles back into his seat when you lock yourself in the bathroom.Â
You grip the edges of the sink as you take a deep breath. One look in the mirror is enough to cause those tears to fall. An indifference towards yourself growing deeply. The sickening feeling in your chest keeps spreading as the realization sinks deeper and deeper.Â
Of course, you had to ruin that one good thing in your life.Â
And you dragged them down with you.Â
But you canât, you wonât keep doing that. You wonât ruin what they have. You wonât add further damage.Â
So, despite the pain and the heartache, your next decision is an easy one.Â
-
Steve is sipping on what must be his third cup of coffee, though it does little to take away his exhaustion. He is tired, more than ever before, but he canât sleep. Every time his eyes close, cruel pictures invade his mind. Nightmares that only ever consisted of Robin and how he could not save her are now replaced with you getting ripped away from him, and every time it happens differently, leaving him to feel more afraid after each nightmare.Â
He is sitting by the fire, across from Nancy, whose eyes are practically burning with rage. He felt small beneath her gaze before, feeling the indifference towards him in a whole new way. It makes him feel uncomfortable, but also a little irritated because she wonât even really talk to him. All she does is snap at him and glare daggers into his skin.Â
It worsened after he saw you talking to her earlier.Â
The whole day was spent in awkward, tense silence after Eddieâs and Nancyâs fight the night before. Nobody really talked to each other. Nobody really looked at one another. Only when Eddie decided that it was time for a break from driving were you all forced to interact in some way.Â
While Eddie and Steve prepared a little fire, you had dragged Nancy away from them and towards the little stream Eddie stopped the RV by. Steve couldnât make out any words that left your mouth, though he saw the sadness on your face from a mile away. His curiosity made him watch the whole interaction, and when he saw the shock and denial on Nancyâs face as she shook her head, his heart fell a little. Despite not knowing what it was that you had said to her, he felt anxiety creeping up on him. Nancy kept shaking her head and fighting you over whatever you were saying, though he could see that you were set on it.Â
You avoided his eyes when you made your way back to the RV, and you havenât left it ever since.Â
Now he is left dealing with Nancyâs hateful eyes as she is cleaning her gun. He wants to glare back at her, but the brunette looks a little intimidating right now, especially with that gun in her head. He is convinced that a part of her wants to aim it at him.Â
He takes another sip of his coffee and looks around. The little spot that Eddie had picked is beautiful. A hidden little spot in the forest, surrounded by pine trees. A pretty stream where Eddie is sitting by on his camping chair, away from everyone. The sun is shining, melting the snow on the ground. Itâs difficult to appreciate this scenery when his heart is aching and his friend group is falling apart.Â
When he looks back at Nancy, she huffs and rolls her eyes, making him clench his jaw.Â
âYou got something you want to say to me, Nance?âÂ
âNothing nice.â
Steve scoffs and nods his head.Â
âYeah, I figured that.âÂ
âSo we can agree that youâre an asshole? Amazing.â
Steve squints his eyes at her. Irritation bubbling up inside of him. Heâs had enough of this. Heâs had enough of her attitude, and heâs had enough of watching Eddie treat you so coldly. Heâs had enough of them picking sides. Heâs had enough of them fighting each other, when they were inseparable before.Â
Itâs nice to know that he isnât the only one who feels protective over you, but he is sick of everything that has been happening after leaving Wyoming.Â
He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth, though he never uses his voice. The words get caught in his throat when the RV door opens and you come out, stealing his attention. Your eyes meet his for a second, and his whole body freezes when he sees the redness in them. The circles under your eyes are deep and dark. Your whole expression is one of sadness. You have been crying.Â
It isnât only his heart that aches at the sight of you, itâs his whole being that aches. He swallows harshly and holds the cup tighter in his hand. The urge to drop everything and rush to your side and pull you into his arms is stronger than ever.Â
But he canât.Â
You break eye contact and move down the stairs as you tug your jacket tighter around your body. You look around for Eddie, and when you spot him by the stream, you start making your way towards him. Ignoring Steveâs eyes on you. Ignoring Nancyâs worried gaze.Â
You breathe in the fresh air. Nerves running high as you approach the metalhead. You clear your throat to announce your presence behind him, but he doesnât even look up. He is staring at the water, smoking a cigarette.
You stop beside him and appreciate the view before you for a second, and you take another deep breath before you turn to face him.Â
âEddie?â
He only hums in response, not even acknowledging your presence.Â
âCan we talk?â You ask, hating how shaky your voice sounds.Â
âSure.â He mumbles, still not looking at you. He brings his cigarette up to his lips, taking another drag.Â
You shift on your feet uncomfortably, blinking as you feel your eyes growing hot again. You never thought that you would have to deal with this. You never thought that you would be on the receiving end of his indifference. But he made things very clear last night.Â
You wait for him to look up, to at least take a look at you, but he doesnât.Â
âCan you at least look at me?â You know that you are starting to sound desperate, but you canât help it. You thought you meant to him as much as he meant to you.Â
You can see him clenching his jaw, taking a deep breath, and huffing.Â
Your shoulders drop, and your face falls further. The pain is hitting you harder than before.
âOkay then⌠I guess not.â You mumble, looking down at your feet as your vision gets blurry. âYou wonât have to deal with me much longer.âÂ
At that, his head finally snaps up and he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows.Â
âWhat?â He asks, no longer interested in the view before him or his cigarette.Â
âYou barely look at me, you donât even talk to me anymore. I can tell that you donât want me around anymoreââ
Finally, he stands up and steps towards you. His eyes are big and confused.Â
âWhat are you trying to say?â He asks, trying to make you meet his eyes as he tilts his chin down.Â
You take another deep breath after swallowing the lump in your throat. You look up, still blinking so as to not let the tears fall.Â
âI already told Nancy⌠Iâm⌠after I find my way home, Iâm taking my family back to Wyoming.âÂ
Itâs a decision you didnât want to make. You wanted to go with them. But you are not going to invade Steveâs home. You are not going to add further damage to a friendship you already managed to break.Â
Eddie freezes.Â
His anger filled eyes widen, flashing with confusion and shock.Â
âW-What? What⌠Why? You said you were coming with usââ
You shake your head and cross your arms over your chest.Â
âItâs better for everyone that way. Iâm not going to move into a town he is supposed to feel comfortable in,â you point in Steveâs direction before you angrily wipe your fallen tear away. âAnd Iâm not gonna be the reason for you all to fall apart. You were right, Nancy shouldnât have taken care of me, she should have been there for him.â
Eddie furrows his eyebrows. Guilt flashes in his eyes, and it crashes over him how awful his words must have sounded to you.Â
âSunshineââ
You shake your head, trying to stop further tears from falling.Â
âNo, Eddie. Itâs okay. I appreciate what you all have done for me, but I wonât stand by and watch you lose each other because of me.â You mumble, your voice getting quieter now as you donât trust it anymore.Â
Eddie shakes his head, staring at you, bewildered.Â
âI broke up the group enough as it is. Iâm not coming with you. Final word.â Before another tear can roll down your cheek, you turn around and walk away from him. Every step becomes harder as you make your way back to the RV.Â
âSunshine?â Nancy murmurs, getting up from her chair already.Â
âIâm gonna take a shower.â You mumble, not looking at her or Steveâs way as you make your way up the steps and slam the door behind you.Â
Eddie stands back for a moment, letting your words sink in. Guilt and sadness rushing through him, but even more so, itâs anger and irritation. You arenât the reason for all of this. Itâs the lack of communication between you and the brunette who keeps staring at you with sad eyes instead of acting upon his feelings. This could have been between you; this should have been between you. He doesnât know how it all blew up like this. But the moment sides were picked, it all started falling apart, and now even more so.Â
Do you really think that they will be better off without you?Â
Do you really think that you mean this little to them that they could just move on from you and act like you were never there?Â
Do you really not see how they were falling apart before you? How Steve wasnât even there with them?Â
Heâs had enough.Â
Eddie takes a deep breath and starts making his way towards his friends. The despair inside of him to fix all of this running deep. He storms his way over to where Steve is sitting. The man looks up at him, with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted.Â
âYou need to snap out of it, right now!â He points a finger at him.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Nancy looks between them, confused. She draws back a little when the metalhead turns to face her with anger in his eyes.Â
âYou knew?âÂ
She shakes her head, tilting her head to the side, âhuh?â
Eddie clenches his jaw, sucking in a deep breath, he tries to calm himself down.Â
âThat she is not coming to California.â
Nancyâs shoulder slumped, and the confusion on her face faded away. She straightens her back and glances at Steve, who looks like he is frozen in place. His hazel eyes are wide, filled with shock and fear.Â
âWhatâŚ?âÂ
His voice sounds broken enough to even make her feel bad. She looks down and sighs. The feeling of Eddieâs eyes glaring into her skin, overwhelming her a little.Â
âShe told me earlier⌠I couldnât convince her otherwiseâŚâ She mumbles softly.Â
Steveâs whole body is frozen. He is staring into blank space as his mind is screaming at him to do something. Not having you anymore, not feeling you in your arms anymore, not being with you like he was before, is one thing, but losing you completely is another. He canât go on without you, not like this. He was so afraid of losing you that he didnât notice that he was already on the way there.Â
Eddie huffs, shaking his head at this whole situation. He brings his hand up and runs it through his hair. He looks down at Steve, feeling a slight anger towards him again. If only he opened his mouth.Â
Eddie knows he needs time, but that time is running out now.Â
He thought that their conversation on the porch the night after the party was a push enough, but apparently not, because he still hasnât done anything about it.Â
âWhat are you going to do?â Eddie asks, forcing him to look up.Â
Steve knits his eyebrows together, pursing his lips as he shakes his head in question.Â
âWhatâ?â
âAre you going to do something about it or are you just gonna let her do that fucking shit?â Eddie asks, being fed up with everything.Â
Steve takes a deep breath. Eddieâs anger is contagious because he is starting to feel it too. Eddie is trying to speak with his eyes, to remind him of what they talked about, to remind him how he felt when you left with another man⌠just for one night.Â
âEddieââ Nancy starts.Â
âNo! Shut up!â Eddie snaps at her, pointing a finger at her. âThis has nothing to do with you!âÂ
The girl draws back in shock. Her eyes flicker back and forth between Eddie and Steve. The latter getting angrier each passing second now too.Â
âAre you going to let her go back to him?â Eddie asks, knowing where to hit him.Â
Steveâs eyes darken at his words. The anger now is so clear in his features. He sucks in a sharp breath. The thought of you leaving him, the thought of being the reason for you to find your way back to Aaron makes him sick, but it also makes him snap, finally.Â
âSteveâŚâ Nancy mumbles, seeing the expression on his face. âWhat are you gonna do?â
Steve slams his cup on the ground, and he gets up. He runs his hand through his hair, huffing as he stares at Eddie.Â
âYeah, noâŚâ Steve shakes his head. Everything boils up inside of him, everything and all at once. It explodes. And he is unable to hold it back any longer. âFuck that shit.â He grumbles and brushes past the metalhead, and he storms inside the RV.
The despair grows inside of him, making the anger so much more intense than before. A mixture of emotions rushing through him, and he canât even place what exactly he is feeling.Â
Just as he slams the door shut behind him, you come out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around your body. Your skin is still shining from the water, your hair still dripping. The both of you freeze for a moment, staring at one another.Â
You notice his expression, itâs hard not to when he stares at you like this, breathing heavily and looking angrier than ever before.Â
âWhatââ
âWe need to talk.âÂ
You bring your hand up to the knot on your towel, holding it. You huff as you shake your head at him, âthereâs nothing to talk about, Steve.â You say as though you donât miss him, as if you donât feel anger for how all of this went down.Â
âYes, there is!â Steve exclaims, throwing his hands up. âIâm done with thisâŚI canât take this anymore.â He points between you and himself. âAnd now I find out that you arenât coming with us to California!? Were you ever gonna tell me about that, or did you plan to just hop off the RV and pretend like nothing ever happened between us?âÂ
âNothing happened. You made that very clear, Steve. I thought there was a chance, but you quickly shut that down again.â You mumble in confusion, not understanding what the look in his eyes is for, but you see the rage flashing in them when they notice the mark on your collarbone.Â
âIââ
âYou know why I thought we had a chance?â You ask, feeling irritation spark at you now too. You have thought about what happened many times. You have thought of all the reasons for your unusual courage. You have thought about what Eddie had said about you and Steve before. You have thought about what Aaron had said. âYou gave me mixed signals and then you chickened out like a little boy.âÂ
Steveâs eyes widen at your words, having not expected something like this at all.Â
âA little boyâ excuse me?âÂ
âYou said Iâm childish,â you point at yourself, feeling a rush of sudden anger. âBut have you looked into a mirror?âÂ
Steve draws back in shock. This is not how this was supposed to play out. This is not a sight he expected from you, especially not after you stormed inside the RV looking like you were about to break down.Â
But your anger is so clear on your face now. Your eyes are burning with it, just like his own. The energy in the room shifts into something stronger.Â
âWhat did you just say?â He asks as he takes a step towards you.Â
âYou heard me. Youâre a fucking boy. You knew how I felt about you, and you still decided to play with my feelings. Friends donât sleep in each othersâ arms, Steve. Friends donât hold each othersâ hands the way we did. Friends donât do what we did! You knew exactly what you were doing to me!â You finally get it all off your chest. You finally feel your chest decompressing from every single word you wanted to say to him from the moment he didnât give you a minuteâs peace.
Steve swallows harshly. Guilt creeping back into his chest. He now sees what it seemed like to you and it makes him feel like absolute shit but knowing that you found comfort in someone else right after hurts. Someone you are willing to run back to now.Â
âI did what I thought was best! For the both of us! And you, on the other hand, you behaved like a fucking brat, who didnât get what she wanted and threw herself at the first guy she met!â Steve snaps, letting all his anger out as he moves even closer to you.Â
You stare at him in disbelief. You take a step forward too. âYou seem to have forgotten what I told you at the mansion! I wanna live my life, Steve! I want to experience things! And I told you that I would do it if given the chanceââ
âA chance?â Steve scoffs as hurt flashes in his eyes. âWas that what I was to you? A chance? A possibility?âÂ
âWhat!?â You almost yell.Â
âWas I like Aaron?! Was that the reason why you approached me, Sunshine?â
How could he even think such a thing? How could he even ask such a thing? After everything that you have done for him?Â
Steveâs eyes are so angry, but even through that, you can see something more. You can see the hurt and something elseâŚ
âIf I only looked for a possibility, then I would have gone for someone like Eddie, not you!âÂ
He scoffs, shaking his head at you, âwhat is that supposed to mean!?â
âYou hated me, Steve. You made sure I felt that, what makes you think that you would have been a choice if that was the only thing I looked for!?â You ask, tilting your head at him in a way that drives him crazy.Â
Steveâs shoulders slump, and he averts his eyes for a second, letting them fall back on your collarbone again. The evidence of another manâs lips on your body now etched on your skin. A reminder of what he was supposed to have, what he could have had if he didnât push you away.Â
How could he have let this go so far?Â
You are right, you did tell him that if given the chance, you would take it, and he remembers how nauseous those words have made him feel.Â
And he feels the nausea still, just worse than before. To know that he let you slip through his fingers. To know that he is the reason why you spent the night with him⌠His heart aches in a way it never did before, and it makes his eyes burn.Â
âI neverâ I just never thought that you would actuallyââ his voice breaks, and he has to turn around, feeling choked up. He feels such anger towards himself that he throws his bruised fist into the wall beside the door.Â
You stare at the back of his head. Disbelief and shock cross your features as the realization begins to sink in slowly.Â
A friend wouldnât behave that way. A friend wouldnât feel such anger over you spending a night with someone. A friend wouldnât feel so⌠so jealous. You canât help but feel annoyed now.Â
âDonât tell me youâre going to act all jealous on me now, Steve! How dare you feel jealous after what you did!?âÂ
Steve freezes. A scoff falls from his lips.Â
âJealousâŚâ He mumbles and turns around to face you again, shocking you once more when he reveals tears in his eyes. âTry feeling like Iâm being stabbed in my heart, in my lungs, in my stomach, Sunshine! Try feeling like my entire world was flipped and Iâm back in the upside down again, only that Iâm not, and it feels even worse than that!âÂ
You freeze at his words, at his tears, at all of this. You are confused and you are lost, not following along anymore. All that you can see is a hurt man, suffering because of you, because of his feelings for you. Feelings you thought he did not have.Â
Your heart starts aching all over again, and your throat closes up on you.Â
A tear rolls down his cheek as he takes a step towards you.Â
âI didnât want to be with you because if something were to happen to me, I didnât want to be the reason for you to hold back on anything. I already lost someone dear to me, I know how it feels⌠I donât want you to go through that too. And the thought of having you, of reaching happiness, of having a life with you, only to lose you⌠I wouldnât survive that, Sunshine.â He admits, his voice above a whisper now as those tears roll down his cheeks.Â
Your eyes are wide, and the anger is replaced with shock now. Your heart is pounding in your chest. Your breath is knocked out of you.Â
Steve takes a deep breath, sniffling as he takes the final step towards you, cornering you against the wall behind you.Â
âBut fuck⌠Seeing you with him filled me with as much pain and despair as if you had just died.âÂ
Your whole face falls and pales at his confession. Your heart drops to your stomach as your eyes well up with tears. The guilt that you have felt before now is growing bigger and bigger, burning you in ways you have never felt before.Â
He never rejected you because he didnât reciprocate your feelings. He never led you on. He never gave mixed signals. He neverâ Oh god. You stare at him, at his suffering eyes, at the tears that you have caused.Â
And Steve can see it. He can see the guilt and the regret in your eyes. He can see the disappointment that you feel for yourself now.Â
Your bottom lip trembles as you open your mouth to speak.Â
âIâm⌠Iâmââ
Steve shakes his head as he looks into your glassy eyes.Â
âDonât you dare say sorry. Donât. Itâ As much as I fucking hate it, thereâs no one to blame but me. Donât say sorry for trying to live your life.â
You sniffle as the anger fades away completely. You canât even bring yourself to look into his eyes anymore. You tilt your chin down, casting your eyes on the ground.Â
âSteve⌠What is⌠What is the point in telling me all this now?â You whisper, not trusting your voice anymore.Â
Steve had made his decision. He did the night on the porch after he talked to Eddie. He just didnât find the courage, not until now. Not until he heard her voice in his head.Â
âDonât be a dingus.âÂ
Steve reaches his hands out to you, wrapping them around your wrists, making you look back up at him. He can see the troubled emotions in your teary eyes.Â
âLet me go, Steve.â You whisper shakily as you try to pull away, but he doesnât let you; if anything, it makes him hold you tighter. He takes another step forward, pushing you up against the wall, pressing himself against you.Â
He is breathing heavily, and his heart is pounding in his chest, threatening to burst through his skin. His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips.Â
âI donât think so.â He shakes his head. He will never let go again, he will never let you slip through his fingers again, he will never let you walk away again.Â
You feel his tender yet tight hold on your wrists, his skin against your own after so long. You can feel his body against yours. You can feel his breath on your skin. You can feel everything, everything you have longed for.Â
âSteveââÂ
âIâm never letting you go again, Sunshine.â Steve whispers as he breaks all the promises he had made to himself and smashes his lips against yours, taking your breath away completely. He cradles your cheeks and kisses you in a way no one ever did before. Passionately. Roughly. Desperately.Â
It takes you a moment to move, to reciprocate. You are too surprised, too shocked by what is happening. Your heart is pounding in your chest so strongly, you fear that it might explode.Â
Steve is kissing you.Â
Steve is kissing you like heâs been craving it for god knows how long.Â
And the kiss tastes of tears â sorrowful yet aggressive. His lips are soft against your own, his touch even softer. And when it finally really sinks in, you close your eyes and lean into him. You throw your arms around his neck and press yourself against him. Standing on your tippy toes isnât enough, you place your toes on his boots to be even closer to him. You let go of everything and kiss him back just as desperately.Â
His whimper vibrates against your lips, sending shivers down your spine and lust rushing to your core.Â
His heart nearly combusts as he finally feels you. He can feel the way your knees buckle when he deepens the kiss without wasting a second, and it only leads him to hold you tighter. He wraps one arm around your waist, securing you against him.Â
His large palm covers your entire cheek. His nose bumps into yours as his lips continue to move at a fast pace. He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, needing to feel you more, needing to deepen the kiss further and further. Your lips are so soft, so perfect against his own. How did he wait for so long? How could he waste so much time? Kissing you feels like everything he imagined and more.Â
And kissing him feels like everything you have thought it would. It makes you weak in the knees. It makes you ache for more. It makes you crave him more and more and more. You cup his face, holding him with both hands. Your heart flutters when he moans and holds you tighter.Â
Even as you both grow breathless, you refuse to break the kiss you both have craved for so long, not wanting the moment to end even when you both know that this is just the beginning of it all.Â
Only when you feel like you are about to pass out from the lack of air do you pull away. You open your eyes at the same time. No words need to be said. Your eyes speak enough words.Â
âIâm done being stupid.â Steve whispers as he looks at you through hooded eyes. He leans down and pecks your lips. âI want to live.â Kiss. âIâm so fucking scared but I want to live; with you.â Kiss. âIâm done pretending you donât drive me crazy.â Kiss. âI want you so bad, god, you have no idea what you do to me, Sunshine.âÂ
You whimper at his action, at all the kisses, at all his words. The hope that once bloomed inside of you, rising up from the dead. Your eyes are wide, glinting with a happiness he hasnât seen in so long.Â
âShow me.â You whisper, pleading with your eyes. âPlease.âÂ
He never planned for this to happen, let alone like this. But who is he to deny you any longer?Â
He wastes no second to connect his lips to yours again, and this time you donât hesitate to kiss back right away, making him weak in the knees as well. His heart soars in his chest, beating so strongly out of happiness â just like yours does.Â
You pull him back and away from the spot you are still standing on and Steve doesnât hesitate to back you up and towards the back of the RV, not breaking the kiss once, not even as he rips his jacket off and you help him out of it, pushing it down his arms and throwing it on the ground.Â
He picks you up, his arms around your body, and your legs dangle a bit from the ground, so he doesnât step on your toes while walking towards the bed, making you whimper into his mouth. He canât help but smile into the kiss at the sound.Â
You couldnât believe that you were finally kissing him, and what this night led to. You felt the edge of the bed at your calves and then he lowered the both of you down, your back hitting the bed. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, tightly, the kiss never ending. If you could stay like this forever, you would. You definitely would.Â
Steve was trying not to lose his mind as his tongue danced with yours. As your legs spread so he could fit in between. This only happened in his very rare nice dreams. Dreams he had when he only held you close to him. When you two slept with each other. He should savor the first time between the two of you a little more, but his feelings were clawing at his chest, begging to come out.Â
And you wanted him. You told him to show you, and that he will. He was done denying you. He was done being a fucking idiot. He was done being a walking corpse. He wanted to live, and his only oxygen was you. He loves Eddie, Nancy, the teens⌠But somehow, Steve knows that you are his reason for living now. As horrible as it sounds, as unfair as it is, but you had carved your way into his soul so easily. Terrifyingly easy.
His hips rubbed into yours, and you could feel him completely because you were naked underneath that towel. You should be feeling shame, embarrassment, but all you can feel now is how happy you are. How much you want this. How much you need him. How much you need to show him how you feel.Â
He moaned into your mouth, and you never thought you would hear that in your life, and much less because you were the reason for this sound. Itâs been a long while for Steve, and rubbing his growing bulge against your naked center, was not doing good things for his brain chemistry⌠nor his dignity.
But it was a point of no return now. He pulled away from your lips, his breath hitting your lips heavily, his eyes finding yours for a split second. His mouth found your cheek, then your jaw, then he started going down. You gasped when you felt him kiss your pulse point, then nip at it. Shivers ran down your entire spine as your nails dug into his scalp.
Steve was in heaven with the taste of your skin on his tongue. Finally. You were like a forbidden fruit. You were that chocolate you delight yourself on a cheat day. You tasted divine. You were perfect, and he always knew you would be, but now he had the proof of it.Â
âSteveââ You breathed out, and he hummed with delight as his hips rutted into yours again, the desperation growing at each second.
âPerfect⌠So fucking perfect, SunshineâŚâ He mumbled into your skin as he moved to the other side of the neck. His mind flickered with the memory of whatâs on your collarbone, so he guided his mouth towards it, and your back arched a bit at the feeling on your sensitive skin.
You gasped when you felt his mouth engulf the mark someone else had left on your skin. Steve groaned, his hands digging onto your waist, fingers printing on your skin through the damp towel. He was going to rebrand you. He didnât want traces of the other man on you. He had to cover them. Gladly, this was the only mark he could see that needed to be erased.
He made it messy, bigger, red with purple hues all around it. He pulled away to admire his work, and his entire body shook when he saw you underneath him. Your wet hair was all over the mattress, your chest moving up and down, your eyes half lidded, and your lips all swollen thanks to his kisses.Â
And his mark. Now big. Vibrant.Â
His jaw clenched, moving downwards again to take your lips with his only for a peck, making you whine when you felt him pull away. He chuckled slightly, his lips moving to nip at your jaw, to then breathe into your ear, his hips now moving in circles against you, and you could only gasp and moan at the feeling of his bulge rubbing against your clit.
âIâm so mad at myselfââ And you felt him bite onto your earlobe, making you sigh. âSo fucking mad⌠I wanted to be your first. I really wanted toâŚâ He sighed against your ear and then moved down to kiss underneath it. âBut I can work with being your last, so pleaseâ Please, Sunshineââ
âSteveââ You breathe out, your nails digging into his shoulder blades, feeling him grow bigger in his pants. He didnât hear you, or thatâs what you thought at least, because you felt him kiss your pulse point again, making a moan escape your lips. âSteveââ
He finally realized you were calling out to him, so he pulled away from you, breathing heavily. His eyes looked down at you, and you could see the fire inside his hazel orbs. How much desperation, hunger, and emotions swerved inside.Â
âYou donâtâ Not nowâ?â You shushed him, shaking your head at him, your eyes finding his lips, you were already missing.Â
âYou⌠can still be my first.â
And Steve stopped breathing. What did you just say?Â
âWhat?â The question came out more cracked than he anticipated, but he couldnât help it. He really couldnât. Your eyes were looking up at him, a guilty frown appearing on your eyebrows as you looked away, gulping down your nervousness.
âIâ I couldnâtâŚâ And fuck, you didnât want to cry. You really didnât, but there were so many feelings coursing through you that you could barely begin to describe each one. Your voice cracked a bit as you kept talking. âI keptâ I kept thinking about you⌠And I just couldnât⌠I fucking couldnâtâŚâ
And Steve could sense the hidden anger behind your tone. Not directed at him, but probably at yourself. He had rejected you, and an opportunity presented to you, one you wanted to experience before you passed, or before something happened, and you could not fulfill it because⌠of him.Â
How could he have been so fucking stupid? He really didnât deserve your forgiveness. He didnât deserve you. You thought of him in times when the only person you should care about is yourself. Steve didnât deserve you⌠But even with that knowledge, Steve wasnât going to ever let you go. He was going to fight to be the man you deserved. Not a boy. A man.Â
And he felt so selfish for feeling happy about this outcome. He felt so evil for feeling relief out of you not having your first time with that man. He felt so greedy for feeling happy that now, he was the one to experience you first. Hoping he would be the last as well. That you would know of no other body but his.
But then it dawned on him just how rough he was being. How straightforward he was. Fuck, this should be special, and he was acting like an animal. He wanted to wreck you just seconds ago, ruin you for eternity, but now, all he wanted was to make this special. Make your first time be a nice one, almost painless.Â
So he drew his hips back, and your head snapped towards him again, desperate eyes following, which caught him off guard. Your arms came to wrap around his shoulders again, your head shaking from side to side. He gulped, his hips stuttering with the need to press down again, but fuckâ He wanted to be a gentleman.Â
âSunshineââ
âSteve, baby, pleaseââ His brain chemistry completely malfunctioned at the nickname. His hips came crashing down onto you, instantly, as if he were magnetized. A moan escaped your lips before you spoke again. âI want it. I want you. PleaseâŚâÂ
âAre you sure?â He had to ask and hear that this was fine from your part. His self control was wavering the more he thought of what was about to happen, trying to remember where were the condoms Eddie had jokingly brought into the fucking RV.
You gave him a nod, his hair falling over his face as he stared down at you. The both of you were breathing heavily, looking down at each other, eyes filled with need, with want, with desperation. He gulped as his head reeled with anticipation, his eyes falling to the knot that secured the towel to your chest.Â
His eyes found yours again, and you gulped, fingers kneading into his scalp softly. You gave him a slow nod again, wanting him to continue. You needed him to continue. Youâve been craving this for too long. Youâve been craving someone like him for too long.Â
He pecked you once, soft, long, and your belly turned with the amount of butterflies that just burst inside. When he pulled away, his hand moved towards the knot, slowly, fingers grazing over the fabric. He would see you bare. He would be able to drink you in, completely, and his heart could barely stand it.
âStevieâŚâ And when you whisper his name sweetly, it does it. His fingers hook inside, and he is pullingâ
The side door of the RV bursts open, fierce stomps rushing in as well as jagged breaths from your other two friends, who you have forgotten completely about for the past minutes. Or hours. It felt like hours. Kissing Steve felt endless, if you had a say. Steve hissed when he pressed himself completely on you so your dignity would not be displayed to the people who had just entered.
âSORRY, LOVEBIRDS, WE GOTTA GO!!!â Eddie yelled once, not before turning his head to see the display of Steve on top of you on the bed. He wanted to yell in victory, but the slam of the RVâs door closing snapped him away, and he sprang into action again, running to the driverâs seat.
Nancy was breathing heavily, her eyes widening at the scene at the back of the RV, making her squeal and clench her eyes tightly as she rushed towards the folding screen that separated the bedroom from the rest of the RV, blindly waving her hands around to try to give you guys privacy. Steve was frowning, his head looking over his shoulder in complete and utter confusion as Nancy finally closed the blinds.
âWhat is going on!?â He yelled, and you were still in another dimension, trying to gather yourself again to understand the situation. You could hear Nancy yelling, and then a slam at the top of your head, at the top of the RV. Then another. Your fear creeped in as Steve snapped his head to look up, then the engines came to life.
âEDDIE TOUCHED SOMETHING HE SHOULDNâT HAVE!â Nancy yelled, and you could feel your heart hammering in your chest at the mix of emotions that threatened to send you into cardiac arrest.Â
âHow was I supposed to know THESE FUCKERS CAN REPRODUCE!? I DIDNâT KNOW IT WAS A NEST!â At that, Steve grew a bit more alarmed, but before he could ask, he was jerked into the bed with you, further up, thanks to the sudden speed Eddie started driving in.Â
âShit!â Steveâs arms held onto you as a few slams could be heard outside the RV, and when he looked out the window, he saw the demobats flying next to their motorhome.Â
âIf only YOU WERENâT BEING AN ASSHOLE TO ME, AND ACTUALLY LISTENED, THIS WOULDNâT HAVE HAPPENED!â Nancy was still yelling, and your arms were wrapped tightly around Steve as the RV suddenly swerved, turning left, and you squealed when you two started rolling to the right.
âJesus CHRIST!â You yelled as Steve used his foot to prevent you from slamming into the wall behind you, his arms still around your body, your face tucked into his chest. The slams against the RV became less, and then, there was another swerve to the right, sending you both rolling towards the left.
âMUNSON!â Steve yelled as his back collided with the wall, making a grunt escape him. He was trying to hold you close so that your towel would also not fall from your body. The RV drove fast, steady, rocking a bit, and then he felt Eddie slowing down. He let out a sigh, looking around the ceiling, seeing some dents on the corners from the hits of the monsters, but nothing too big.Â
âOKAY, I THINK WEâRE CLEAR!â You heard Eddie yell, and you let out a sigh of relief at the same time Steve did.Â
âYou okay, Sunshine?â Your heart never stopped beating like crazy, first from happiness, then adrenaline and fear, and now from happiness again. Steve is in your arms, and you are in his. You gulped, nodding, looking up at him.
âY-Yeah⌠Iâ What the fuck happened?â Steve groaned as he glared at the closed blinds, before looking down at you again. He really didnât want to let go of you, but he didnât want you to catch a cold. He kissed your forehead, making the both of you sit up again.
âIâll find out. Meanwhile, you get dressed.â Your eyes scanned his features, and you couldnât help yourself when you raised your hand up, moving his hair away from his eyes, and he felt the air being sucked away from his lungs at your gesture. He took your lips with his in a gentle kiss, short, pulling away when the two of you heard grunting on the other side.
âDonât let them kill each otherâŚâ You softly spoke, and he huffed, shaking his head. He gave you one more kiss on your cheek before standing up, and moving the folding screen so he could walk out. Nancy and Eddie shut their mouths when Steve closed the screen again, a glare in his features as he walked towards the front.Â
Neither Eddie nor Nancy was looking at him. They looked guilty and nervous. From what Steve gathered, it was Eddie who started it, so his hand found his friendâs shoulder, feeling him stiffen underneath him as the grip on the steering wheel tightened.
âMunson.â Eddie gulped, clearing his throat, knowing he fucked the most amazing opportunity up for his best friend.
âIâ Uh⌠Well, what happened was, Harringtonââ But Nancy cut him off completely.
âHe was being an ass, and I told him he should not touch the glowing thing in the caveââ
âA cave, Mrs. Wheeler, here, walked in first, by the wayââ
âI didnât put a gun to your head to follow me in!â She yelled back, to which Eddie glared at the road, scoffing.
âOh, so you want me to just watch my best friend enter a dark cave, all by herself!?â He spat back, and Nancy fake laughed, shaking her head.
âSo, now Iâm your best friend!? Thatâs so fucking richâ!âÂ
âHEY, HEY, HEY!â Steve finally yelled, waving his hands around, trying to stop them from talking, and Nancy looked at him, while Eddie closed his mouth. âSo, what the fuck happened?â
â... Iâ I didnât know it was an eggâŚâ Eddie finally confessed, and he gulped as he continued, âIt was just so shiny! And it looked like a pimple! I justââ
âDonât tell me you popped it like a pimple, or I swear to godââ Steve closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply, but Eddie remained silent. Nancy was quiet for a few seconds, knowing Steve was growing angrier, and even when she didnât want to defend Eddie⌠She couldnât help herself.
âOn our defense⌠Itâs the first time we've found a nest that belonged to themâŚâ At her words, Steve finally sighed, letting the air out. Stillâ His hand came flying to the back of Eddieâs head, making him headbang once, and then he pinched Nancyâs nose, making her squeal and swat him away.Â
âThis is what you get for being stupid. Both of you.â Steve wasnât going to say it out loud, but he also wanted to strike them for interrupting him. He felt eyes on him, and he saw Eddie looking at him through the rear-view mirror. âWhat?â
Eddie started wiggling his eyebrows at him, which only made Steve blush, and cross his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes. He suddenly remembered, he was supposed to take over with Eddie, and that meant he wouldnât be able to be with you. He felt his heart quickening its pace at the prospect of leaving your side again, but, Nancy⌠She would be awake for 24 hours straight if he changed his spot with hers.
âNance, you⌠You should uh⌠Go to bed.â Steve started, trying not to wince from the pain of those words. Nancy scoffed, shaking her head.
âAs if it werenât obvious enough, we are changing places.â Eddieâs eyes widened slightly, worry flashing over them. Steve stuttered a bit, shaking his head.
âNo, thatâsâ You need to sleepââÂ
âYou need to sleep.â It wasnât an insult or a bad joke. Nancy looked at him with serious eyes, her lips pressed together, as if stern. âSo, we are changing places.â
â... She is right, Steve.â Eddie commented, his eyes not leaving the road as he drove. Steveâs jaw clenched with conflict, about to try to talk Nancy out of it, but then she continued, straightening up again on her seat, looking out the window.
âPlus, it gives me private time to talk a bit with this asshole here, who is also my best friend⌠soâŚâ Eddie huffed a laugh, but didnât complain. Steve looked back and forth on them, knowing they did in fact need to talk, but Nancyâs health also mattered.
âI know more than anyone what lack of sleep can causeââ
âItâs just 24 hours, Steve⌠Iâll be fine.â Nancy gave her final word of it, and Steve knew it. He sighed, the RV rocking slowly now as Eddie kept his eyes on the road. He then talked, interrupting the silence between the three of them.
âBig boy, theyâre in the cupboard below the sink, by the way.â
âHuh?â Steve asked, completely confused, and Eddie smirked, looking over his shoulder as Steve leaned in, the scene all too familiar.
âCondoms.â Steve blushed a deep red, smacking the back of Eddieâs head again, eliciting a pained groan from the metal head. Nancy tried to hide a giggle, putting her palm over her mouth.Â
For a split second, everything was normal again.
âSteve?â Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his heart stopping for a second before he turned around to see you peeking out from the folding screen. He could feel his body warming up again, knowing he would hold you tonight, sleep with you, just sleep with you, was enough to make him believe he was the luckiest man in the world.
He gave Nancy one last glance, and she gave Steve a nod and a soft smile. The first smile after days. He felt the corner of his lips tug, turning to finally walk back to you. He closed the door behind him, and you were already tucked in bed, sitting, waiting for him.Â
Your eyes followed him when he opened a drawer from underneath the bed, taking out his sleep shirt and sweatpants. You licked your lips in anticipation, wondering if he would change in front of you or not. Should you cover your eyes? Maybe? Youâve seen him shirtless, sureâ
The moment he took his shirt off, embarrassment filled every inch of your body. You hid your face in your bent knees, against the comforter. You felt your stomach doing somersaults, and you could feel a tornado inside of it as well. Privacy. You are giving him privacy.
And Steve was planning on going to change to the bathroom, but since you were hiding yourself already, which he thought was cute, there was no harm in changing here. You are so shy now. He noticed it. Your voice when calling out to him was small, doubtful. He took his pants off, his eyes never leaving your form to check if you were peeking or not, and he put his sweatpants on, followed by his shirt.Â
âYou can uncover your eyes, Sunshine.â He chuckled when you looked up at him, and he could see just how flushed you must be. He crawled into the bed, sitting next to you. âYou already saw me in my underwear, and I saw you, remember? No need to be embarrassedâŚâ
You whimpered at the memory, looking away from him as you felt your cheeks burn a thousand degrees. You couldnât help but feel embarrassed, bashful, too nervous to even look at him, despite what almost happened between you two.
âThose wereâ very different circumstancesâŚâ Steve hummed a bit, now realizing what you meant. He had to take it a bit slow, at least until you were relaxed around him. He leaned towards you, pressing a kiss at the top of your head that made your heart jump into your throat. Your eyes found his, and after so long, after so many weeks, he finally smiled at you.
âHi, baby.âÂ
Those words coming out of him made your entire body melt. Your fingertips grew itchy, with the need to touch, and your lips became dry. It was more than just the nickname. It was the smile you had been missing for so long. The smile that had disappeared from his features, was now back, and it appeared when he looked at you.Â
Your eyes filled with tears, yet you gave him a soft smile as well, your nose bumping his.
a/n: hey guys guess who's back with a matt one shot! i started this a loooong time ago so i decided to finally finish it!! not much to add other than hi guys i've missed you so much and am excited to be back in my writing weird and quirky readers era. so. enjoy!! maybe if anyone's interested in reading a part two, i can write one.
warnings: 18+, Smut, lots of flirting and pining, reader being emotionally unavailable and way too insecure, matt being flirty and dom, lots of pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, one kid), no one's ever made the reader cum, reader is super effing poor, has two jobs, hates her job, age gap, lowkey just strangers hooking up. lots of teasing, lots of banter, reader says 'hooker' a lot, matt makes you an offer you can't refuse, probably some other stuff i'm forgetting but isn't that kind of our deal by now?
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summary: A handsome stranger makes an otherwise dull and annoying night worth your while.
pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader
now playing: bed chem - sabrina carpenter
"come right on me, i mean camaraderie/said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be/where art thou? why not uponeth me?/see it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy."
You meet Matthew at a party.
Your story starts like so many do.
Music is playing, people are chattering all around you. More than that, you feel out of place. You clutch your champagne glass immaturely, unsure how youâre supposed to hold it.
How did you get dragged here, anyways?
Wasnât there some shitty early 2000âs apocalypse movie and an edible that you needed to attend to? Didnât you long to order shitty bar food and use your vibrator for hours? Wasnât there something, anything more important than your attendance to this party?
Itâs too fancy for you, anyways.
Yeah, sure, your degree sits framed on your wall, but your soul tells you that youâre no academic, that if you wanted to go to a party, you deserve to be at a house party in your shitty neighborhood, the village that raised you, where your mother, the girl who gave you your first hit of a joint, and the teacher that taught you to read still lived, reliving the same high school gossip youâve known for ten years. Youâd be wearing ripped jeans and a too revealing top that your friend talked you into.
Instead, youâre trying to recall facts from your undergrad education that you havenât thought about, trying to figure out how to impress these people.
Didnât Ernaux write about the transition from being poor to being an academic? Didnât she write aboutâ
âYou sure like this bar.â
The voice you hear makes you turn your headâYouâre faced with a handsome man, red glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. There are whisps of grey in his scruff. He holds a glass of.. Something.. maybe resembling whiskey? Youâre not sure.
âIâm sorry?â
And you are. Men donât really talk to you, and in your brain, maybe this blind manâyou assume heâs blind based off his glasses and his cane but you donât dare say this assumption out loud, maybe this blind man is playing some sort of trick on you.
âYou like this bar. Youâve been standing here for a half hour.â
You struggle to find anything clever to say.
So, maybe because itâs all you can think, or maybe because you think itâll get the handsome stranger to leave you alone, you respond,
âIâm just trying to figure out if everyone at this party can tell I grew up poor or if itâs all in my head.â
And though youâre one hundred percent serious, handsome stranger laughs.
Something sparks. Deep in the confines of your soul where youâve locked away any routes to passion or excitement, having thrown away the key when you got your mind numbing poorly paid office job.
âIâm Matt.â He holds his hand out for you to shake, and you give him your name. At least you shake his hand properly. âSo, if you feel so out of place, why are you here?â
âMy boss told me I had to.â You respond, your voice carrying a bored edge as you mention him. âTold me I needed to come to make the company look good, because everyone brings secretaries to this thing to show their appreciation. Like itâs a privilege to have these men talk down to me, to have them coo and aw at my lack of money or maybe my lack of intelligence and have them go,â You lean over to this man who told you his name two minutes ago, and put your hand on his thighââDonât worry honey, Iâll happily sit here and explain basic government systems you learned in eighth grade while you worry about paying your rent because you had to buy a dress for this stupid party and you only make enough money to choose between the dress and your rent,â You explain, your thumb rubbing his thigh for a little extra emphasis on your point.
Matt blushes.
That spark grows.
âSounds like a nightmare.â He hums.
You withdraw your hand to take a sip of your drink.
âJust exhausting.â You sigh, neglecting to mention that youâre further unable to pay your rent because you had to take off your second job to be here. The job youâve had since high school. The job you swore to quit one day. âAnyways. Iâve probably annoyed you, Sorry.â
âNo, no, I appreciate the honesty. I grew up poor too,â He answers, âAnd now I feel like part of the problem.â He shrugs.
You look to him. In his finely pressed suit, his expensive scent.
âProve it.â
His face twists into something of amused confusion.
âProve it?â
âYeah. Tell me something only someone who grew up poor would understand.â You request, daring him. He knows this is serious to you, that if heâs lying to you, whatever he hopes to get out of this is not going to happen. So, he sips his drink and goes to the dark corner of his mind to when his dad was alive.
âWell, besides the fact that I grew up in an orphanage,â He starts, and you feel like an asshole, âWhen my dad was alive, I used to have to do my homework in the laundry mat, moving over our clothes, while he was at work. Then Iâd wheel the load home in this laundry basket on wheels.â He told you. You smile, comfortedâYou can see through the graying hair and fine pressed suit. At his core, he is just like you.
At that shitty house party you donât go to, heâs smoking a cigarette in a tee shirt and cargo shorts, and youâre just as attracted to him there.
âAlright, I trust you.â You promise. You take another sip of your champagne, looking around the room. The party is starting to dwindle down and bosses are taking their secretaries to dark corners. Your back hurts.
âGood.â He takes a sip of his drink and stands up, leaving the now empty glass on the bar counter. âHow much?â
âHow much what?â
Matt grins and holds a room key card to one of the many rooms in the hotel above this stupid fucking party.
âHow much do you trust me, sweetheart?â
-
His room is on the 8th floor, and itâs.. bigger than any hotel room youâve ever stayed in. Itâs clean, the lights are warm, and youâre pretty sure you could sink right through the bed. You step into the room and find yourself taking off your heels, with no real idea if you were allowed to stay the night.
âNice place,â You admire, and you predict his words before he says it,
âThanks. Smells pretty fancy, I guess.â He shrugs. He listens to as you jump onto the bed, stretching out. Matt slips out of his shoes, and he lays next to you, groaning a bit as he lays down.
âCan I ask you something?â You wonder, just admiring his face. Your hand comes up to touch his cheek.
âAnything.â He hums, turning his head to kiss your palm.
âHow old are you?â You wonder.
âForty-two.â He responds, and he goes to say something else, but you lean in to kiss him. But just before he can gratify you, before you can learn the taste of his lips, his hand, quick as lightning, comes up and grabs your jaw, holding you in place, âReally, sweetheart? The fact that Iâm forty-two turns you on?â he asks.
You canât help but defend yourselfâ
âWell, just kissing you doesnât necessarily mean that Iâm turned on or anythingââ
âSo if I snuck my hand up this pretty dress of yours, youâd be what? Not soaking wet?â
You just look at him for a long time.
âOkay, what do I have to do to get you to kiss me, instead of just talking to you?â
âWhy? I like the sound of your voice,â He smirks, and you roll your eyes. You feel defensive, like heâs making fun of you. Like he knows how badly you want him, and heâs withholding it from you on purpose, just to see you squirm. As your mind starts to spiral, you pull away from him, the lustful heat in your cheeks being replaced by hot, bubbling rage.
âYou know what, I donât need this shitââ You move to get off the bed, trying to find your heels when Matt grabs your wristâwith gentleness heâd use to care for a skittish animalâand pulls you back towards the bed, trying not to laugh when you stumble over your feet, now standing between his legs.
âStop.â His voice is gentle, but firm. He hears the way you inhale, the way you try to mask your anger. It turns him on. âYou really want to kiss me?â
You hesitate to respondâyou want to kiss him so fucking badly. You canât remember the last time you wanted anything other than wanting to pay your rent or wanting a new chair at work.
âYeah.â You finally breathe. âI want to kiss you so badly.â
âYeah?â He smiles. âWell, if I ask you a question, are you gonna try to leave again?â
You clench your teeth.
âYou just asked me a question and Iâm still standing here, arenât I?â You see him smile.
âOkay, when was the last time you kissed someone?â
â..A while ago.â
âHow long ago since someoneâs made you cum?â
Your silence is deafeningâitâs revealing. Matt starts to chuckle.
âOh, fuck thisââ You turn to leave but Matt pulls you in, and then his hand is on the back of your thigh, pulling you close.
âCâmon, sit on my lap,â He starts, and hesitantly, and admittedly clumsily, you sit on his lap, your legs resting on either side of him, while his hands hold your sides, as if they were made for him to hold. âSo, no oneâs ever made you cum before?â
âNo one except my vibrator.â You say, and Matt just shakes his head.
âIâm a lawyer.â He starts, and you groan, your head tilts back,
âJesus Fuckingââ
Mattâs hand squeezes your side.
âDonât use the lordâs name in vain, sweetheartââ
âIs this some sort of joke? Am I beingââ
Matt comes forward to kiss you, his lips silencing your thoughts. He tastes like whiskey and vanilla, and it eggs you on. You deepen the kiss, any anger or frustration slowly melting. And when he pulls away, his teeth catch your bottom lip and he tugs just enough to drive you crazy.
âAre you going to listen now, sweetheart?â he asks, and all you can do is stare at his pretty pink lips.
âSure.â
âGood.â He clears his throat. âIâm a lawyer,â he says, âSo part of my job is to help deliver justice. And it is..â He laughs a little like his plans to fucking ruin you are funny, âa fucking injustice that no one has ever made you cum. That all you know is some battery-operated thing instead of my fingers or my cock,â He sighs, âSo how âbout we deliver some well-deserved justice, sweetheart? Howâs that sound?â
It sounds like you could die. What is happening? Werenât you just complaining about how badly you wanted to get away from this whole scene? Why do you want him so bad?
â..Sounds like you have all the power in this situation.â
Matt grins like he knows it.
âDoes sound like that, huh? Here, Iâll tell you a secret,â He leans in, his lips grazing your ear, âYou have the power here. You say the word, and Iâll stop. Iâll stop, and you can stay here for the night, or you can leave, Iâll pay for your cab, or..â His hands begin to gently rub up and down your sides.
You smile. Heâs trying to make you feel better, and itâs working.
âOr..?â You prompt.
âOr.. I could teach you how good it feels to cum from something with a pulse. And not something.. battery operated,â and the way he says it, you know heâs repulsed by the idea that your vibrator is the best thing thatâs ever happened to you.
And it makes you smile wider.
âMy vibrator is very good to me, Iâll have you know.â
âOh,â He chuckles, âNot nearly as good as Iâll be to you.â He promises.
Itâs a big promise.
You just look at him for a long minute, trying to decide. As if thereâs even a choice to make. Youâd let him break your heart if he asked nicely.
âCan I take off your glasses?â You ask softly, and Matthew nods, and you find yourself taking them off and just holding them for a moment. You stare for a long time, to the point where you start to nibble on the ends of his glasses, and he smiles. He likes how authentic you are. How unable to hide yourself from him you are.
âSo, what do you say?â
âHm..â He suspects youâre fucking with him. âWell, Iâd have toââ
âYes or no?â
âI thought I had all the power here.â
âYou do. But Iâm running out of patience here, and,â He brings your hand down to his pants so you can feel his bulge, âI am way too hard to wait for much longer.â He confesses. He thinks he might die if he canât feel you clench around him, so he quietly, desperately hopes youâll say yes.
âOkay,â You smile, âAlright, letâs do it.â
âNot very enthusiasticââ You inhale, and he knows youâre close to leaving, so he tries to entice you, âCâmon, just.. humor me, sweetheart. Iâll make it worth your while, I promise.â
âMaking a whole lot of promises, Mr..?â
âMurdock.â
âMatthew Murdock,â You hum, âOkay, Mr. Murdock. I want you to fuck me, just like youâve promised. Make me forget all about my vibrator.â
And before the words finish leaving your mouth, his mouth is against yours, swallowing any insecurity you had earlier. His fingers begin to slowly move up and down your sides, and you already know that whatever is about to happen will ruin your vibrator for you forever.
You could see yourself becoming addicted to this feeling, to him, to the feeling of being wanted.. You could feel yourself already slipping down that rabbit hole.
As you kiss him, he lets out this soft moan into the kiss, and in response, your hands come up to play with his hair. You start to roll your hips a bit, as if you want to tease him. Mattâs hands squeeze your sides, and he pulls away from the kiss just for a second.
âSafe word?â He wonders, and you scoff.
âNo oneâs ever made me cum, you think I have aâWoah!â You cut yourself off, because Matt suddenly flips you over so youâre beneath him against these too expensive sheets.
âSo, if things go too far, youâre uh.. youâre gonna say Lava, okay?â He wonders out loud.
âYeah, Okay,â You nod, âLava, got it,â and then heâs kissing you again, and his hands are slipping off his jacket, and then he starts to loosen his tie as he kisses you, but then he gives up on that to put his hands on your thighs and then beginning to travel up. You shiver as his hands travel up your dress,
âPretty fucking dress..â He mumbles, between kissing you silly, âPretty girl, too..â He mumbles, âGonna need to rip this dress off youââ
You fully pull away from the kiss to say,
âRip this fucking dress and Iâll leave so fast,â And Matt knows youâre not joking, but he smiles and says,
âHow about I buy you a new one?â He asks, âOr two or threeââ
âOh, my god, just leave the dress intact,â You request, and Mattâs smirk begins to grow.
âThen how about I just fuck you in the dress, huh?â he wonders, âHow would you like that, sweetheart?â You nod, letting out a soft âmhmâ, but Matt shakes his head, âNo, no, I gotta hear you say it, baby. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you in this dress. Maybe I will.â
You stare at him for a long moment, wondering where your dignity went.
âMatthew,â You start, âIf you donât fuck me in this dress, I think Iâm gonna go crazy. I canât.. I canât remember the last time I wanted anything this badly,â You confess, and the words start tumbling out before you can stop them, âI canât remember the last time anyone made me feel pretty like you have, and I canât ever use my vibrator again because I already know how much better youâre going to be, and holy fuck¸ yes, it turns me on that youâre forty two andââ
Matt kisses you again, this time only for a short time, because he pulls away after a moment to tell youâ
âI think we should work on your dirty talk, but, good. Was it so hard to just do what I asked?â
â..no.â
âYeah, I thought so.â He says softly, and then his lips are against yours again, while his hands explore, and when his fingers brush over your panties, you moan against his lips, barely registering it as he slips your panties off and stuffs them in his back pocket, because his fingers are caressing your folds, slipping inside you as you moan and writhe beneath him.
âHoly fuck,â You whine, âMattââ
âSh, sh, sh..â His lips press a kiss to your forehead, âDonât worry, Iâm gonna make sure the first time someone else makes you cum is on my cock.â He tells you, and he chuckles when he feels your folds flutter around him at that. âIâm gonna fuck you in this dress now, okay?â He wonders, and you nod,
âYes, please.â
âAw, pretty girl does have manners under all that brattiness, huh?â He smirks, and before you can retaliate, he kisses you.
When he slowly eases your cock into you, you moan against his lips, and you try to really just feel it. You try to really remember how full you feel, the feeling of Mattâs breathless pants against your lips and skin, the feeling of being wanted by him.. and you know you canât quit him.
His thrusts begin slowly, and that becomes a feeling you want to remember too. He thrusts into you while burying his face in the crook of your neck.
âWait, hold on, Matt,â but when his thrusts donât stop, you say, âOkay, Lava,â You offer, and Mattâs thrusts stop, and he very hesitantly pulls his head out of the crook of your neck,
âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â
âI just..â Your hands come up to rest on either side of his head, and you just stare at him for a moment, âI just want to memorize your pretty face so I can live in this moment forever.â
Matthew blushes.
You know youâve won.
Youâre not sure what youâve won, but you definitely feel like youâve won whatever it is.
Matt presses his forehead against yours and while you stare into his pretty brown eyes, he whispers,
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.â Then, after a moment, he asks, âCan I keep going now?â
âYes, please.â Matt smiles and kisses you again as he begins to thrust into you, and you realize how dirty this entire situation isâan older man, still mostly dressed, fucking you in your expensive (rent stealing) dress just after meeting him, and it makes you want him more. Your hands move to play with his hair as his thrusts increase, one hand gripping the bottom of your chin and the top of your neck, the other sneaking up your thigh to rub circles in your clit.
Youâve never felt closer to God.
This is so much better than your vibrator.
Matt can feel you clench around him, and it makes him chuckle, so, in the most condescending tone he can muster when you are being so good for him, he asks,
âWanna cum, sweetheart?â He wonders, and when you just whine in response, he continues, âCâmon, use your manners, I know you know how to respond properly,â He reminds, and if you didnât want him to cum inside you so badly, youâd tell him off.. maybe.
âPlease,â You manage out, âYes, I wanna cum,â and Matt begins to kiss your cheeks, your jaw, and your neck, and only after leaving quite the bite mark on your collarbone, does Matthew say,
âAlright, pretty girl, let me feel you cum on my cock,â He says, and you do, and the way you clench around him makes him moan against your skin, his speed increasing, âFuck.. Fuck, kid, I gotta..â He sighs.
âInside,â You beg quietly, âIâm on birth control andââ
âAre you.. sure?â He asks, but his voice is shaky from how badly he wants the answer to be yes.
âYes, please, pleaseââ And before the third please can leave your mouth, he lets out the prettiest moan against your lips, cumming deep within you, filling you in ways you never thought possible. His hips roll a few more times, just to help you through your high (and just a little bit because he canât think of anything clever to say that isnât âWill you be mine forever so I can keep fucking you like this?â) but after a few moments, he whispers,
âSo.. what did you think?â
You feel amazing. You could die happy. You can barely think, so you respond,
âI think Iâm gonna throw out my vibrator.â And it makes him laugh, and you think heâs even prettier when he laughs than when he cums, so you kiss him. And in between kisses, you say, âWe made a fucking mess,â
And he finally pulls away with a sigh.
âWell..â A smile tugs at his lips, âWanna.. check out the shower, sweetheart?â He wonders.
âDo I have much of a choice, Mr. Murdock?â You smile.
âNope,â And before you can say much else, Matt is grabbing you and swinging him over his shoulder to carry you to the most expensive bathroom youâve ever stepped foot in.
-
In the morning, you wake up to the smell of coffee, and the sound of the shower running again. You slowly blink away your sleep, rubbing your eyes. You have a bit of headache, the consequence of a long night of drinking.. and bad decisions.
You blink, and anxiety begins to well in your chest. Your heart beats out of your chest quickly, and you kind of feel like you canât breathe. What did you do last night? Well you know what you did, you werenât that drunk, but if Matt was at that party last night he mustâve been important orâ
Your eyes drift over to the side table, and you see a delicious smelling coffee next to an envelope, an envelope that is sloppily marked with your initial, the sign of a blind man attempting to write. You find your bra and then find yourself unable to find your underwearâwhatever, youâll deal with it later, you decide, so you begin looking in drawers and find a pair of Matthewâs boxers. You pull them on, and then take a long sip of the coffee thatâs been ordered for you.
Then, you pick up the envelope, and halfway through the sip you stop. Itâs an envelope full of cash, it would cover your rent and then some..
So naturally, you put down your coffee and then begin to bang on the bathroom door, hitting it over and over again,
âMatthew! Hey, we need to talk!â You demand, and you hear some shuffling as the shower turns off, and the door opens, and you see Matthew with his hair, and scruff, damp, and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
And you have to admit, in the middle of your anger, he is so hot.
âGood morning, sweetheart,â He smiles, handsome devil. âEverythingââ
âWhat the fuck is this?â You ask, smacking the envelope against his chest, âIâm not a fucking hooker,â and your voice matches how badly you want to smack him.
âI know,â he starts,
âWell, only hookers get left an envelope of cash after they fuck some stranger,â You snap, âAnd Iâm not a fucking hooker.â
âAre you wearing my boxers?â You see him smile.
âDo you think Iâm a fucking hooker?â
âBoy, you sure like saying fuck and hooker.â
âIâm being serious,â You remind, âIâm not a hooker. I donât need your money.â
Matt, although he wonât tell you this, doesnât need his super senses to know that last part is a lie.
âCan I talk without you accusing me of thinking youâre a hooker? Because I donât think youâre a hooker, I know youâre a very distinguished young woman, andââ
âAlright, Iâm not president, Iâm a secretary, relax,â You scoff, and start to move around the hotel room, trying to find your shoes, dress, accessories.
Quietly, it turns him on that youâre so difficult.
âCan you justââ he sighs, finding his own boxers and pants, and then starting to put his button up back on, but it hangs on him without being buttoned up as he sits down. âCan you please sit, so we can talk about this?â He wonders.
Youâre still holding the envelope.
âFine.â You grumble, walking over to the bed and sitting next to him. Heâs really hot, so you just admire him, and wait for him to talk.
âI know youâre not a hooker.â He starts, âBut I am a lawyer, like I told you last night. And.. I make more than enough money for me,â and You want to tell him he doesnât need to brag about it, âAnd.. Iâm not really looking for a serious relationship right now, but.. I really like you.â
Your face flushes.
âYou do?â
He smiles gently.
âI really do. So, hereâs the deal, sweetheartâAnd you canât get mad at me just for offering, okay?â
âOkay.â You concede.
âLetâs keep seeing each other.â He starts, âNothing committal, weâll just hangout, sleep together, Iâll get to hear your pretty noises.. and Iâll pay your rent, and.. and buy you things.â He shrugs.
You blink.
âYou want to be my sugar daddy?â
Now itâs Mattâs turn to blush.
âThat makes it sound so.. dirty,â he starts, âWhich it is.. But you never.. have to do anything, I just.. want to hangout with you. Fucking you will just.. be a nice benefit. A really.. really nice benefit.â He breathes. âSo, what do you say, sweetheart?â
You consider it for a long moment, thinking. Youâd be able to quit your shitty second job, the one youâve had since high school, the one you swore you were going to quit. And last night was amazing. You really do want to throw out your vibrator, but maybe you could convince him to show you some of his favorite toys.
Heâd tell you that you are his favorite toy, and then youâd have to fuck him like it was the last thing youâd ever do.
âIâd like that.â You smile, âBut on one condition.â You say, and he nods.
âAnything.â He smiles.
âYou canât fall in love with me.â You say, âAnd I canât fall in love with you either. We can be friends, and we can fuck, but no being âin loveâ with your sugar baby.â You request, and he nods.
âDeal.â He holds out his hand to you, âShake on it?â
Your fingers wrap around his hand and give it a gentle squeeze.
âDeal.â You echo. âWe wonât fall in love with each other.â
a/n:Â i can't believe this series is finally complete... it started as just a therapeutic little thing I wrote for a week I was really feeling down from an anniversary of something traumatic (if you've read this series, then you can probably guess what it was, so I don't gotta go into the nitty gritty here in the lighthearted authors notes), but then I went and made it a long ass series. i blame the new season of daredevil for that one lol.
summary: âyeah, but that was when it was just my place,â he murmured, making you grin even wider, âI wanna fuck my girl in our homeâŚâ his palms swept lower down your form before he plucked you up onto the countertop next to the sink.
warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, moving, matt in a slutty tight t-shirt, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering, orgasm denial, edging, multiple orgasms, squirting, protected sex, penetrative sex
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Foggy and I are right around the corner, weâll be there in two seconds!
As you glanced down at the text from Karen, Matt brushed passed you and asked, âwho is it?â as he carried a hefty moving box in his arms towards the messy towers in the corner of your apartment.
âOh, you know,â you sighed as you stuffed the phone pack into your pocket, âjust my secret lover,â you decided to joke with a smirk as you returned to the cardboard box before you, now stuffed full and ready for you to flip closed.
Your words conjured a soft chuckle from him as he then set the container down, âoh, really?â
âYeah, heâs pretty great,â you went on as he then shifted towards where you stood, âhas a thing for running around the city at night, defending people. I mean, you couldnât possibly relate to something like that, mister lawyer,â your arms caught his sides as he neared, âalso, he does it in this whole get-up thatâs very kinky,â you fought the urge to giggle as you snaked your touch around his frame, âand he compares himself to the devil a lot, which, I mean, thatâs hot,â you uttered before you gave in to the losing battle and a laughter began to billow out of you, mixing and mingling with Mattâs own before his lips soon muffled your merriment with a kiss.
It didnât take long for the sweet peck to escalate into a full-blown make out session, the both of you swiftly riling each other up so much that your feet began to shuffle, shifting you back till your spine collided against the far-off wall. Plucking you up into his arms, Matt smiled against your kiss as your soft thighs enveloped his hips and your core pressed up against his growing hardness.
But then, just before his greedy fingers had the chance to peel off your shirt, just before it could explode into something much more, a knock suddenly tapped against the front door of your apartment.
âOh, no, no,â Matt promptly whined as you broke the kiss, âtell them to walk around the block or something,â he murmured desperately against your cheek as he already knew precisely who was waiting out in the hallway, âjust five more minutes, thatâs all I need.â
âFive minutes, yeah right,â you giggled as he tried to capture your lips once again, âput me down, Matty,â you uttered before he begrudgingly obeyed, still hard as a rock in his pants as you simply skipped towards the door to open it, âhi, guys!â you played off your remaining laughter as mere joy to see your friends faces, âthanks for this, really.â
âHey, I was in since the moment you said free pizza,â Foggy admitted, raising up both of his palms.
âJust as long as itâs not one with mushrooms on it,â Karen cocked her head as she crossed the threshold.
Though moving all of your belongings quite literally just across the hall seemed like a small task, you quickly grew thankful for the extra hands that had gracefully agreed to help out. However, as you all began to shift the items from one apartment to the other, a specific hitch in your plan became so apparent that it was suddenly all you could fixate on.
It wasnât often that you caught your wonderful partner on a day where he wasnât either clad to go to court or clad to hit the streets, but seeing him today, in a t-shirt that clung onto his bulky frame as if it was about to burst at the seams, distracted you more than you cared to admit.
And the fact that the man was also marching around and carrying all of the boxes that you couldnât even push an inch across the floor, only made matters worse as you nearly started drooling as his muscles flexed and bulged, completely on display.
The guy also didnât have to revel so obviously in the fact either, but being the man that Matthew was, as soon as his sharp senses effortlessly picked up on the evident clues, a cocky grin stayed plastered on his features till he soon caught your waist, as you tried to pass by, and snuck you around a tall mountain of boxes to sneak a kiss so teasing that it only fanned the flames even further.
But after he had given the first poke, the teasing swiftly became a two-way street as you both seized every opportunity to slyly steal kisses and sizzling touches whenever the two of you were alone, or even just partly obscured, for longer than a few seconds.
Although, as soon as your friends left and the door to the apartment slammed shut behind them, you and Matthew rushed to each other like moths to a flame.
Pent up from the torture, you crashed against one another, your lips once again locked at an instant before Matt uttered, âfucking finally!â his feet shuffled, shifted you with him, further into the now cluttered abode, âI canât tell you how hard it was to not just christen the apartment while they were still here,â a breath filled your lungs as flashes of his desperation flickered in your imagination, bending you over a stack of boxes, only to pause and cover back up each time one of your friends entered the room.
âBut weâve already had sex in here more times than I can remember,â you furrowed your brows as he backed you up and into the kitchen.
âYeah, but that was when it was just my place,â he murmured, making you grin even wider, âI wanna fuck my girl in our homeâŚâ his palms swept lower down your form before he plucked you up onto the countertop next to the sink.
Slotting himself in between your thighs, he smiled against your lips as one of his hands floated up to tilt your jaw into the kiss that he pressed against your mouth. Â
The whole dance that had stretched throughout the entire moving process had riled the both of you up so much that foreplay now would only draw out the torment as the pair of you each felt as if you were about to explode.
His lips migrated down the column of your neck as he swiftly stuffed a hand down your pants, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties to wet his fingers on your slickness. As he found your buzzing clit in a dizzying rub, the grip you had on his broad shoulders floated up and tangled in his short hair, your nails gently scratching along his scalp.
With one hand nestled between your thighs, swirling your puffy pearl and giving it the attention it deserved, his other palm drifted up along the outline of your frame till his touch found your jaw. Your cheek was aflame beneath his hand as his thumb soon stretched out to trace your soft lips, although when he briefly dipped it just shyly inside of your mouth, you caught him off guard when your mind melted and your lips wrapped around his digit, your gentle tongue swiftly fluttering against his skin and making him groan. Soon, two others took the thumbâs place, keeping your sweet mouth occupied as your legs began to tremble on either side of his hips.
Now, the man didnât need to pet you for long before you unravelled for him, moaning around his fingers before your head tilted back, unplugging your mouth as your hips rocked back against his touch.
As you were panting with your hazy haze directed at the tall ceiling, you felt Mattâs hand dissipate as he stumbled back, dragging slow steps across the kitchen till he bumped against the counters on the opposite side and swiftly leaned back against them.
Though just as you felt the intoxicating high cause your eyelids to grow heavy, you blinked down just in time to catch as Matthewâs palm cupped the hardness that tented his pants, before he swiftly seized the zipper to free himself.
The slow stroke he then granted his throbbing length caused a pout to find your lips before your own touch began to travel down your frame, acting of its own accord to give yourself some relief. Â
Though as you stared, and your hand snuck its way down to mimic the manner he had just touched you moments before, you soon couldnât help but whine, âMatty,â your eyes traced his tight fist as it leisurely twisted up and down his cock.
âWhat?â he chuckled, knowing full well how you wanted him to get back within your reach, though only smirked at the way you whimpered.
âDonât play that game,â you panted, âdo you really wanna get off all the way over there, all lonely?â
âOh, honey, I thought you liked to watch.â
âThatâs so not the point,â a shiver ran down your spine as a smile twinkled on your features.
âSo, what is your point then?â he slowly pushed away from the counter, though didnât near you yet.
âAre you seriously gonna make me beg?â you giggled as the spark of satisfaction his slight shift granted you made you dizzily kick off both your pants as well as your soaked panties beneath.
âYeah,â he exhaled as he tugged open the junk drawer directly next to his hip, âI think I am,â he cockily uttered before his fingers conjured a condom from the catch all compartment.
A long sigh flowed through your smile before you then huffed, âplease.â
âPlease, what?â his feet slowly began to carry him towards you.
âPlease fuck me, Matty,â your chest rose and fell rapidly as he got near, your eyes dipping to his dick as he swiftly rolled on the rubber.
Catching your legs, he yanked you even closer to the edge, scooting you near to wrap your thighs around his frame, âtell me again.â
And as you felt him nudge his hardness against your weepy core, briefly parting your petals with his girth, you whimpered, âplease fuck mâ,â before a gasp suddenly flowed form your lungs as he gave you exactly what you wanted. Burying himself inside your warmth, his hips then locked up as a sigh slipped from him and fanned across your heated cheeks, his nose ghosting against the tip of your own as you both revelled in the sensation. And as your cunt clenched around his girth, his heavy sack nestled up against your slick skin, a hazy smile found you both.
Though just as a faint giggle bubbled in your throat, Matt parted his lips once more and said, âagain,â as he then slowly dragged his cock back out of you, making your eyes roll in your skull.
âF-fuck me, p-please,â you repeated as your eyes flickered down to catch sight of how your cream stained his fat girth, the slickness echoing throughout the apartment as his length then filled you up once again.
âLike that?â he offered you another thrust, slow and deep, âis this how this little pussy wants to be pounded?â his hand floated up to cup the side of your face, âcould that make you cum again for me?â
âY-yes!â you nodded as his electric rhythm caused you to gasp.
âWell,â his fingers drifted up to tangle in the edges of your hairline, âthen keep begging me all pretty and Iâll do just that,â he uttered before capturing your lips in a fevered kiss.
Foggy echoes flowed from your lips as he then began to fuck you. Scorching lips dancing down the column of your neck, his grasp swiftly ripped off your shirt to clear the path for his kisses to wander down towards your chest.
And as he buried his face in your tits, littering the soft peaks in hickeys, your own touch clawed at his broad shoulders as you held on for dear life, nearly ripping holes in the fabric of his t-shirt as your fists clenched the cotton tightly.
But by the time that you felt the end grow near once again, the begging fell short on your lips and ended up costing you your orgasm as Matthew then boldly took a step back and let his cock slip out of your pussy completely.
âWa-wait!â you swiftly grasped after him as your cunt fluttered, twitching around nothing as you promptly backed away from that intoxicating edge.
âWhat? Iâm just holding up my part of the deal, baby,â he tried to keep a straight face, âif you wanna try again, Iâll be in the bedroom,â he uttered playfully before slipping out of your reach.
âMatt!â a short giggle bubbled through your gasp as you jumped off the counter and landed on your wobbly legs, âthatâs not fair,â you tried to catch up to him, though when you did, your jelly-like legs stumbled and you ended up taking him down with you just as his hand wrapped around your waist. Tumbling to the floor, you swiftly seized the opportunity and swung a leg over his frame before he had the chance to slip away once more, âdo you have any idea how close I was?â
âIs that really a question?â he smirked as you rolled on top of him.
âSo you were an asshole on purpose, good to know,â you then reached down to grasp his cock, âthen I guess you wonât mind if I repay the favour,â you slowly sank back down upon his length, your thighs trembling slightly on either side of his hips at the delectable stretch, âsee how you do if you have to keep begging for itâŚâ
âOh, thatâs cute,â he chuckled teasingly, his eyes briefly fluttering as he once again felt your velvety walls cling around him, âbut we both know youâre way too nice to not let me cum.â
Letting out a gasp even though you knew he was right, as you did admittedly love to make him feel good, you still argued, âI-I could do it.â
Propping himself up to a sitting position, his face was suddenly much closer to your own as he cocked his head, âoh yeah?â
âYeah,â your cunt couldnât help but clamper down around his cock as you then watched him peel his tight shirt over his head and toss it off to the side.
Inching in a bit closer, he uttered, âthen fucking do it,â before you then shoved him back to lay flat on the floor beneath you, the grin only brightening on his face as he let you plant your palms on his broad chest for support before you mustered up the strength to move.
Though a bit shaky at first, slowly raising up your hips before lowing yourself back down upon his fat cock, you soon found a rhythm that made your toes curl.
âThatâs it, sweetheart,â his grip dented your thighs as they flexed with each molten rock of your hips, âbounce that ass for me,â he groaned beneath you, âride me, just like that.â
Gliding your palms down to where his own was glued to your skin, you caught both of his before he weaved his fingers in with your own, letting you hold his hands as you chased your high, rolling your hips till you felt yourself catch back up to where youâd been.
And as you then finally came once more, the edging Matt had tormented you with turned out to only amplify the release as you then gushed around his girth, your cunt fluttering around him so fiercely that it forced his dick out completely, letting your pussy soak his pants, that still remained half on his body. Quivering above him, your fingers soared down to replace his girth, prolonging the high as you feverishly rubbed your puffy clit as well as hooked your digits inside of you till your juices no longer drenched your possessed efforts. Â
âOh my god, yes, thatâs my girl,â you heard him grunt as he nearly reached out to give you a hand, though only helped keep you upright as you spasmed atop of him.
You were completely boneless, barely registering as he then rolled you over to lay on the ground, it wasnât till you blinked up at him to discover him hovering above you that you noticed that it hadnât just been your dizziness that had turned the world upside down.
Dropping down to support his weight on his burly forearms, he now only had to tilt his chin for his lips to crash against your own.
âGod, I love you,â his low timbre washed over your still tingling senses as he eventually withdrew from the breathless kiss.
Feeling something change in the air, you knew with but a look upon his features that the little game had been dropped, forgotten the very moment that he slid his cock back inside your haven.
âI love you,â your legs curled up to tangled around his hips as he slowly eased himself even deeper, âI love you so fucking muchâŚâ you murmured hazily before you then kissed him once again, your whimpers soon vibrating against his tongue.
Staring up at him through hooded eyes, your mouth hung agape as he began to buck into you, taking your breath away at each slow and deep stroke he offered you, plugging you up so perfectly that your pussy soon began to sing for him once again in sinfully sloshing sounds each time his girth would nudge against your g-spot.
Though usually concealed beneath his clothing, the cross necklace that he always wore now dangled from his neck, swaying like a pendulum as it kissed your cheek, caressing your skin at each zealous thrust, his heavy balls smacking against your leaky mess each and every time.
And when you eventually came one last time, once again squirting, though this time around his girth as he kept up his efforts for just a few more snaps of his hips before he as well fell apart, holding you close as you both panted through your matching smiles. Â
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