"princess im home" steve called out from down the hall as he began to take off his shoes.

in an instant you jumped up from where you were on the sofa, discarding your half drunk second glass of wine and scuttling down to find steve.

"there's my girl- woah"

he grunted as you threw yourself into his arms, dropping his bag and wrapping his arms tight around you.

"well hello babygirl" he chuckled into your hair, hands travelling to your ass cheeks to haul you up off the floor.

"missed you so much stevie" you whispered into his neck, just below his ear.

"oh yeah?"

"yeah- been waiting for you all afternoon"

you pulled back from his neck, hands running through his hair as you leant forward to hastily kiss him.

wasting no time, he blindly walked down the halls, finding and kicking open the door to your bedroom.

breaking the kiss, you latched onto steve's neck, sucking and biting desperately as you began to roll your hips in his hold.

"someone's needy"

gently laying you down on the bed, steve climbed over you, peppering kisses up your chest and neck until he reached your face.

"stevieeee" you whined

"shh baby, i'm gonna take care of you"

he carefully removed your matching pyjama set, mumbling about how much he loved it before straightening up and allowing your grabby hands to pull at his own tshirt.

caressing your boobs and toying at your hard nipples with one hand, the other pulled at his belt, removing it and undoing his jeans whilst your shaky hands made a pathetic attempt to help.

“princess, just lay back” steve said with amusement, taking your hands in one of his big ones and holding them above your head.

“please”

“i am” he cooed, letting go of your hands to cup your jaw.

with your hands out of his way, steve made quick work in freeing himself, his large cock springing out, hard and flushed.

lips parting on instinct, your mouth watered as you stared at steve’s dick with wide eyes.

“don’t worry, it’ll be all yours in a minute”

“i-“

you began to talk, mouth open just enough for steve to push his thumb into it and cut you off from whatever whiny comment you were going say.

his other hand came between your legs, parting your thighs easily before dipping his fingers between your folds.

the light touch made you dizzy, so desperate and wet for steve, moaning around his thumb.

his fingertips dragged through your slick, smearing it over your lips before finding your achy, puffy clit.

“steveee”

two fingers plunged into you, burring deep into your warm core, curling up and instantly finding the spot that made you squirm.

steve kept his thumb in your mouth, muffling your cries and whimpers whilst his other thumb rubbed over your clit in soft circles.

the coil in your lower stomach tightened uncontrollably quickly, making your thighs tremble and back arch as you came undone on his fingers.

as he eased his fingers from your cunt, he removed his thumb from your mouth, rubbing it over your cheek leaving a shiny strip under your eye.

moaning around his own fingers, he cleaned them off, tasting your orgasm on them, making a show of it for you.

“taste so good- could never get enough”

“stop teasing- i need your cock”

letting go of his fingers with a wet pop, he leaned down to your face, lips brushing over yours.

“what do we say?”

“please”

“good girl”

he crashed his lips into yours, settling between your legs as his hand gripped himself, rubbing his tip up your slit, coating it in your juices.

“please” you whined again against steve’s mouth, so impatient for him.

your breath caught as you felt his head at your entrance, pushing shallowly against the wet opening.

“you know what to do” he groaned and you nodded. “deep breath, baby- yeah there you go”

you inhaled heavily then held as steve pushed in all the way, slowly but smoothly until he was fully buried inside you.

“atta girl, cmon breath for me”

you made a few shaky breaths before it evened out, breathing through the sharp stretch of steve’s cock splitting you open until it faded into agonising pleasure.

“good?”

“so good- feel so full” you slurred out, eyes rolling back.

“so full aren’t you princess” he pushed on your lower stomach making you cry out and your eyes water. “feel that?”

“I- so- ugh”

“so deep you can’t even speak? oh my baby” steve cooed right against your cheek, pressing his lips to the soft skin.

so slowly you almost didn’t notice, steve started to roll his hips in a shallow circle, just grazing your walls with each thrust.

“that okay princess?”

“mhmmm”

he got more confident, his hips gradually speeding up and hitting deeper and deeper as your whines and mewls got louder and louder.

your hands were in his hair, then around his neck, then gripping his shoulders before your nails scratched down his back. under your fingers, you felt his muscles flex with each thrust of his hips.

he settled into a brutal pace eventually, forcing his cock into you so deep you felt him in your lungs, hot sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins

“you feel so good baby, so fucking wet. you been thinking about this all day?”

you nodded frantically, messily attempting to kiss his lips in which your missed and just ended up licking over his jaw.

“missed me so much you needed me to come home and fuck you stupid”

“yeaaaah- don’t stop”

“wouldn’t fucking dream of it” his hands cradled your face, dropping his forehead to yours.

“stevie- m so close”

“fuck- cum for me baby girl, wanna feel you squeezing me”

the band snapped and you cried out, throwing your head backwards and arching your back, your chest pressing against steve’s.

“oh yeaaah- gonna- fuck- cum. take it princess, be a good girl and take my cum”

The overhead fluorescent lights were shut off, leaving only the amber safety-strip lighting along the baseboards to cut through the dark. It painted everything in warm, shadowy angles.

You were flat on your back, chest heaving, fabric of your grey t-shirt sticking to your collarbone, damp with your sweat. Johnny was hovering over you, knees pinning your thighs, a wide, smug grin splitting his face. He’d caught you with a sweep of his leg a second ago, and he wasn’t about to let you forget it. His hands were braced on either side of your head, mohawk damp and messy, blue eyes gleaming childishly in the dim light.

“That’s three-nil to me, luv,” Johnny panted. He was warm, impossibly so, like a furnace— and the weight of him pressing down on you sent a low, delicious shiver straight down your spine. “Givin’ up yet, or do ye fancy another round on yer back?”

“I was letting you win, MacTavish,” you gasped out, trying to shift your hips to no avail as he only leaned his weight heavier into you, grin widening.

“Aye, keep tellin’ yerself that—”

The heavy metal door of the gym clicked, sound echoing in the cavernous room.

The soles of heavy combat boots squeaked slowly against the polished floorboards just off the edge of the mats. Neither of you had to look up to know who it was. The imposing shadow that fell over you was enough of a clue.

Ghost stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed over his chest. He’d ditched his tactical outfit for a tight black compression shirt that showed off the breadth of his shoulders, and his signature balaclava was pulled down tight, his dark eyes fixed on the two of you writhing on the floor.

He just stood there wordlessly, watching.

Johnny’s grin slowly faltered, breathing hitching just a fraction as he felt the Lieutenant’s gaze drop straight to where his knees were pinning you down. His gaze drifted slowly down the line of Johnny’s back before settling directly on you, pinned beneath, your chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow little breaths.

“LT,” Johnny muttered, and the teasing cadence in his voice was gone, now sounding raspy, tense. He didn’t let go of you. If anything, the heat of his thighs flanking yours seemed to double.

Ghost took a single, slow step forward, boots transitioning from the polished wood to the soft, giving rubber of the mat. He didn’t even look at Johnny when he spoke.

“Keep her there, Johnny.”

The command sent a physical jolt straight through you. You flared your nostrils with the rush of heat blooming in between your thighs, exactly where Johnny was keeping you parted. But you weren’t about to just lie there and be handled without a fight.

“Oh, is that how we’re playing?” you panted, tilting your chin up to look Johnny dead in the eyes. You bucked your hips beneath him, the sharp heave making Johnny gasp, his fingers tightening around your wrists on either side of you. “You going to let him call your plays for you, MacTavish? Or are you going to finish this yourself?”

Johnny’s eyes darkened at that, and you could almost see the flash of primal hunger replacing the last remnants of his playful grin. He leaned down, mouth hovering just inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips.

“I can finish it just fine, lass,” he whispered, his grip on your wrists bruisingly tight as he pulled them flat against the mat above your head this time. “But when LT gives an order, I like to be thorough.”

From above, the shadow of Ghost’s massive frame fell completely over both of you. He dropped to one knee at the edge of your head, fabric of his compression shirt straining against the muscles on his chest. Slowly, he reached down, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, thumb tracing the frantic pulse leaping in your throat.

“She’s got too much fight left in her, Sergeant,” Ghost murmured, dark eyes locked onto yours behind the balaclava. The nonchalance in his tone made you want to just disappear into the ground. “Take her breath away.”

Johnny, the good little soldier he was, didn’t need to hear an order twice.

With a low growl, he dropped his chest against yours, crushing you beneath his weight while his mouth slammed down onto your lips. It wasn’t gentle by any means; the kiss was hot, demanding, almost bruising, and tasted faintly of salt and the iron-rich tang of adrenaline. He kissed you the way he fought— relentless, driving his tongue deep into your mouth, taking everything you were so fiercely trying to hold onto.

You let out a muffled gasp against his lips, fingers curling helplessly into your palm as he still had your wrists pinned. The friction of his body grinding against yours, the delicious drag of his hardening length, paired with the grip of the Lieutenant’s hand at the back of your neck, had your senses completely overloaded.

Ghost’s thumb firmly stroked over your pulse point, just enough to make you shiver as you tried to catch up to Johnny, his touch incredibly steady despite the raw size of him. He watched every detail of the kiss, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded behind the balaclava he wore, and you wondered if he’d fuck you tonight, or just leave you high and dry with the help of his Sergeant.

“Mmh, fuck, lass,” Johnny groaned out, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second to get the words out and pant against your wet lips, blue eyes blown wide with desire. “Ye’re so fuckin’ warm under me.”

“Then don’t just… talk about it, Johnny,” you choked out, voice thick and breathless as you struggled against his hold, hips instinctively arching up, seeking the hard ridge of him through his sweatpants. “Show me.”

Above you, Ghost let out a low chuckle that seemed to vibrate right through the palm of his hand against the back of your throat.

“She’s begging, Sergeant,” Ghost murmured, free hand reaching down to grip your chin, tilting your head back so you had no choice but to look up at him. “And we don’t like to keep a lady waiting, do we, now?”

With an agonizing sort of slowness, Ghost let go of your pulse point, hooking his fingers into the hem of his balaclava and pulling it just past his lips, revealing his mouth set in a hard, hungry line. He leaned down a little more, then, and the scent of him— leather, cold rain, and a sharp touch of mint, crowded out the smell of the gym entirely.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and you stared up into those dark, intense eyes, heart hammering wildly against your ribs. Underneath you, Johnny was already shifting. He released one of your wrists, hand sliding down your ribs to catch the hem of your grey t-shirt and drag it up over your sports bra clad breasts. The cool air of the gym hit your sweaty skin, making goosebumps rise along the way, only for Johnny’s hot palm to smooth over your stomach, his fingers digging into your waist.

“LT,” Johnny choked out, gaze fixed on Ghost’s exposed, stubbled jaw. “Let me taste her.”

“Take what you want, Johnny.” Ghost murmured then, his eyes still set on yours.

With a breathless sound, Johnny buried his face in the crook of your neck first, teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive skin right where your shoulder met your collarbone. You gasped, head arching off the mat, hips bucking instinctively into Johnny’s lap. He groaned at that and locked his thighs tighter around yours to pin you down, mouth tracing a wet trail up to your jaw.

At the same time, Ghost’s heavy hand slid from your chin down to your chest, palm spreading flat over your racing heart, pressing you firmly down into the mat.

“You’re shaking, love,” Ghost observed softly, thumb brushing against the swell of your breast through the fabric. “That impatient, hm?”

“You’re such an asshole,” you gasped out, twisting your wrists in Johnny’s remaining grip, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around Ghost’s thick neck and pull him down. “Stop talking and kiss me.”

Ghost’s eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, dangerous amusement flashing in them.

“Feisty little thing, isn’t she?” Ghost murmured, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at Johnny, who was now nipping at your earlobe, his breath coming in desperate gasps.

“Aye,” the Scot muttered against your skin, his hand sliding lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. “Thinks she runs the damn place. I reckon she needs to be reminded who she’s on the floor with.”

You watched as the last trace of amusement vanished from Ghost’s eyes. His hand slid from your chest up to your jaw again, fingers pressing firmly into the joint to force your mouth slightly open.

“Strip her, Johnny,” Ghost ordered, voice dropping to a low rumble that left absolutely no room for negotiation. “Take it all off.”

Johnny didn’t hesitate. An eager chuckle escaped him as he immediately back-pedaled off your thighs, hands moving with such speed it left you breathless. He hooked more fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, dragging them both down your legs in one rough, sweeping motion, tossing them onto the dark floorboards off the edge of the mat.

Your t-shirt was bunched up around your collarbone, leaving you bare and shivering under the heavy gaze of both men.

Before you could even process the sudden rush of cool air, Ghost’s weight shifted. He crawled over you, frame eclipsing the ceiling lights with his thighs on both sides of your head. Slowly, he slid two thick fingers past your wet lips, pressing them flat onto your tongue.

“Take it,” Ghost murmured, eyes locked onto yours as he slowly drew his fingers out, only to push them back in, mimicking a slow, teasing rhythm against your tongue. “Quiet down for me now.”

Below you, Johnny was already moving. He settled between your thighs, broad hands gripping the undersides of your knees and pushing them back, opening you up completely to the dim amber light of the gym. He let out a ragged groan at the sight of you, chest heaving.

“Ye need to see her, LT,” Johnny whispered, voice trembling with sheer hunger. “Fucking beautiful.”

“Don’t just look, Sergeant,” Ghost commanded then, fingers swiping over your tongue to catch your saliva. “Eat.”

Johnny leaned down, messy mohawk brushing against your inner thighs as his hot breath hit your sensitive skin, making you spasm beneath him. When his warm, wet tongue finally made contact —lapping slick and broad strokes from the very bottom of your pussy all the way up to your tight, aching clit— your eyes blew wide.

You tried to scream, hips bucking wildly off the mat, but Ghost’s fingers locked behind your teeth, anchoring your head flat. His thumb pressed firmly against your chin, muffling your cries into a series of desperate whimpers against his hand.

“That’s it,” Ghost praised you in a soft tone, eyes tracing the frantic flush spreading down your neck and chest. “Take it all. Let your Sergeant hear how much you like his mouth on you.”

Johnny didn’t stop until you were entirely unraveled, thighs trembling violently against his shoulders as he drank the slick heat you poured out for him. Your fingers were clawed into the synthetic rubber of the mat, tongue lapping uselessly around Ghost’s thick fingers as you tried to ride out the waves of the shuddering orgasm they’d just forced from you.

But they weren’t anywhere near finished with you.

“Up,” Ghost commanded, finally drawing his slick fingers from your mouth. “Turn her around, Johnny.”

Johnny moved like a man possessed for each of his Lieutenant’s words. His hands, slick with your come, gripped your hips and hauled you upward. You were still dazed, limbs heavy and uncooperative, but Johnny guided you right where he knew Ghost wanted you, lifting your hips and pressing your knees into the mat until you were on all fours, head hanging low as you panted.

Your back arched instinctively as the cool air hit your wet core, leaving you exposed.

Ghost was already there. He was on his knees directly in front of you, thighs framing your head. He reached down and unbuckled his trousers then, and when he freed himself, his length was thick, heavy, and already leaking a bead of pre-cum that caught the amber light of the gym.

He reached down, fingers wrapping firmly in your hair, forcing your head up so you had to look at him.

“Like what you see?” the command sent a fresh spike of heat straight to your lower stomach. “Suck it, love. Wet it for me.”

Before you could even part your lips to comply, a massive weight pressed hard against your entrance from behind.

You let out a choked gasp as Johnny’s hands clamped onto your hip bones, fingers digging into your skin to anchor you. He didn’t wait. With a desperate heave of his hips, Johnny drove himself deep inside you in one thick push.

“Ah— f-fuck!” you cried out, back snapping straight, eyes wide as the fullness of him stretched you open.

Johnny let out a feral groan into the space between your shoulder blades, his chest slamming against your lower back as he immediately began to move, his pace fast, hard, and thoroughly desperate. The wet slapping sound of his skin hitting yours echoed in the otherwise quiet room.

“Keep your mouth on him,” Johnny gasped out, voice shaking with the effort of holding back as he drove into you again and again. “Suck… suck LT for me, please…”

Ghost’s grip on your hair tightened then, pulling your head forward until his thick tip was brushing against your wet lips.

“You heard the Sergeant,” Ghost whispered. “Open up.”

You opened your mouth, letting out a whimpering cry that was immediately cut off as Ghost guided his massive length past your lips.

The heat of him filled your mouth entirely, your jaw ticking to adjust to the size. You sucked him in as deep as your throat would allow, hands clawing desperately at his heavy thighs for balance as Johnny continued to slam into you from behind.

“Good girl,” the Lieutenant rumbled, as his hand remained firmly tangled in your hair, not to hurt, but to control the slow rhythm of your lips sliding up and down his shaft. “Just like that.”

Johnny, behind you, seemed to be completely lost to the sensation. His breath came in ragged bursts against your bare shoulder blades, fingers digging deep into your hips to keep you against his relentless pace. Every thrust was deep, bottoming out with a wet, slapping force that had your head bobbing deeper into Ghost’s length with every hit.

“Fuck, ye’re so tight, lass,” Johnny choked out, pulling back almost entirely before driving back in, hitting your sweet spot so perfectly that your eyes rolled back, a muffled moan vibrating against Ghost’s cock. “LT, she’s…. She’s squeezing the life out of me…”

Ghost’s fingers stroked your scalp, hips twitching slightly as he pushed himself just a little deeper into your throat. His eyes were fixed on the way your body trembled under the dual assault, on how hard Johnny was fucking you, flashing that sleazy grin of his at his Lieutenant shamelessly. “Hold it, Sergeant. Don’t you dare come yet.”

“LT, please,” Johnny panted. He was shuddering, entire body vibrating with the effort to obey. “I’m right on the edge, sir. Fuck, she’s too good.”

Ghost set his gaze on how glazed your eyes were, how your lips stretched wide around his length, saliva dripping down your chin as you took him as deep as you could.

“Told you to hold it, Sergeant.” Ghost growled, hand tightening in your hair. “Make yourself useful. Open her up some more.”

Johnny let out a ragged laugh against the skin of your back. “Aye, sir.”

With one hand still clamped onto your hip bone, keeping you pinned to his rhythmic thrusts, Johnny reached his free hand down between your thighs. He smeared the moisture backward, broad thumb finding the tight, puckered rim of your ass.

You let out a sharp cry around Ghost’s cock, body going rigid as Johnny’s thumb pressed firmly against the entrance, testing the give.

“Relax for me, lass,” Johnny whispered behind you. “Let me in. Just a little bit.”

With a sudden push, Johnny slid the tip of his index finger inside.

The sensation was overwhelming— the fullness of Johnny stretching you open from behind, combined with his finger sliding deep into your tightest recess. You thrashed, hands clawing desperately at Ghost’s thighs, trying to escape the double penetration, but Ghost’s grip on your hair seemed tight. He leaned forward, free hand pushing your shoulders down, forcing you to take him even deeper into your throat to muffle your sobbing gasps.

“Take it,” Ghost growled, his own hips finally beginning to roll, driving into your mouth to draw out every single gag and sputter. “Suck me through it, love. Feel how good Johnny’s making you. Look how hard he’s fucking you to please me, hm?”

Johnny groaned, adding another finger to the mix, curling them to mimic the hard rhythm of his cock. The dual friction was dizzying, sending sparks straight to your lower stomach. You were completely caught between them— stretched to your absolute limit, crying silently around Ghost’s thick length as Johnny worked you raw from behind.

Johnny was just as undone as you, forehead pressed against the space between your shoulder blades as his chest heaved. His thrusts had grown frantic, losing their cadence and turning into deep, desperate plunges that bottomed out against you. His fingers were working tirelessly inside your tightest hole, driving you absolutely mad.

“LT, please…” Johnny sobbed out, the raw desperation in his voice echoing off the blank walls. “Please, sir, I cannae hold it. I’m gonna break. Let me cum. Please let me cum in her.”

Ghost’s breathing had grown heavier now, fingers remaining firmly tangled in your hair, holding you close as his eyes locked onto Johnny’s. He felt the clenching of your throat, the way your body was vibrating on the precipice of another shattering release.

Slowly, reluctantly, Ghost pulled his thick length out from between your wet lips. A long strand of saliva connected you to him as you did your best to cough and catch your breath, letting out broken gasps, jaw aching.

He gripped his own shaft then, hand wrapping around his thick, slick length, and began to stroke himself with vicious downstrokes.

“Do it, Johnny,” Ghost growled. “Fill her up. Cum for me, Sergeant.”

“Ah, fuck!”

With a loud cry, Johnny slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the absolute root. His entire body went rigid, muscles locking up as he began to release, his seed pumping deep and hot inside you, and at the same time, he was twitching his fingers inside you desperately to drive you over the edge with him.

Your own climax hit again, this time harder, rougher. You screamed, sound muffled against the mat you collapsed onto, walls clamping down incredibly tight around Johnny, milking him dry.

Right as you broke, Ghost leaned forward, his grip on your hair tightening once more to tilt your head back. His strokes had reached a frantic, desperate speed.

“Open,” he commanded, completely out of breath.

You parted your lips instinctively, staring up at him through a haze of tears and sweat. With two last strokes, Ghost groaned, jaw clenching tightly as he came, sending thick, hot ropes of white semen shooting directly onto your tongue. The heat of it filled your mouth, heavy and sweet, and you swallowed greedily under his burning gaze.

The heavy silence of the gym was broken only by the sound of ragged breathing.

Johnny laid dead weight against your back. He was completely spent, his chest heaving in slow shudders. Inside you, his length was still thick and pulsing slowly as his climax ebbed away, keeping you stretched and wonderfully full.

Above you, Ghost remained on his knees, broad shoulders rising and falling with jagged breaths. His jaw was still exposed, slick with a light sheen of sweat, and his dark eyes were fixed on your face, watching the way you slowly swallowed the last of his come.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice incredibly soft, almost tender, despite the intensity of the last few minutes. Slowly, he slid his hand from your hair down to your jaw. His thumb gently wiped away a stray smear of his seed and saliva mixed together from the corner of your lips, and he stared at his wet thumb for a second before rubbing it against his thigh, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Look at you,” Johnny whispered against your skin, leaving a soft kiss there, voice cracked and breathless. He squeezed your hips gently. “Absolutely ruined ye, didn’t we, lovie?”

“Shut up, MacTavish,” you groaned out with a soft grin on your lips. Your legs were shaking so much that you could barely keep your knees on the rubber mat. Every muscle in your body felt like warm wax.

Johnny let out a chuckle against you then as he slowly began to pull out of you, the wet sound of his exit incredibly loud in the empty room. You let out a quiet whimper at the sudden loss of his heat inside you, hips twitching instinctively to follow him.

“Don’t move yet.” Ghost commanded quietly, and reached down, his massive hands sliding under your armpits. With effortless strength, he hauled your limp body up and backward, pulling you flush against his chest. He settled you right between his thighs, wrapping his thick arms around your stomach to keep you steady while Johnny slowly crawled up beside you, his blue eyes soft and devoted as he looked at you.

You melted back against the solid wall of Ghost’s chest. Johnny reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead whilst Ghost’s hands tightened around you a little, grip firm as he looked over you at his Sergeant. His eyes dropped Johnny’s gaze, which was down on your thighs, wet and glistening in the dim light.

“Won’t you look at that, Johnny,” Ghost murmured gently. “You left a proper mess of her.”

Johnny’s jaw slackened slightly at that. “Aye, LT. She’s soaked in it.”

“Clean it up,” you heard Ghost say, but you weren’t sure if you were dreaming it up until the point you saw the glint come back to Johnny’s eyes. “Every drop. I want her spotless.”

“Yes, sir.”

Johnny dropped to his elbows on the mat then, shuffling down between your trembling legs. He gripped your knees, spreading your thighs wide once more as you sat cradled in Ghost’s lap. His hot breath brushed your sensitized, properly fucked out pussy a second before his warm tongue made contact, greedily lapping up the slick of your shared release.

Your head snapped back against Ghost’s shoulder as you moaned. “Ah— Johnny…”

“Stay still,” Ghost whispered softly in your ear. His arm remained anchored against your stomach, keeping you flush against him, but his other hand slid down. Slowly, his thick fingers parted your folds against Johnny’s tongue to grant him better access, then, his middle and ring fingers pressed right against your clit.

He didn’t use a light touch. He rubbed his fingers against your sensitive bud in firm, circular motions.

“Mmh— Simon!” you cried out, fingers clawing helplessly at the thick muscles of his thighs. Your hips bucked instinctively, trying to escape the pressure on your clit mixing up with the slick torture of Johnny’s tongue, but you were locked tight.

“I’ve got you,” Ghost whispered darkly against your hair, fingers never stopping their relentless rhythm as Johnny looked up at you two, eyes almost rolling back when he caught Ghost’s dark gaze fixed right at him like he wanted to eat him alive. “Just let him clean you, love.”

Johnny let out a muffled groan of appreciation against your center when one of your hands found its way to his mohawk, pulling him down harder onto your core, his tongue working in skilled strokes. He drank you down as Ghost’s fingers drove you higher and higher, pushing you right back over the edge of a helpless climax.

"Please—please, I can't," you sobbed out, your fingers clawing desperately into Ghost’s thick thighs, trying to find some sort of anchor as the world spun. "It’s too much… Ghost, stop—"

"No," Ghost rumbled, his voice pressing right against your ear. His chest was a solid brick wall behind you, refusing to let you retreat even an inch. "Keep your eyes open. Watch him."

You forced your glazed eyes down. Through a haze of tears, you watched Johnny’s dark head bobbing between your thighs. He was relentless, his hands locked like iron clamps around the backs of your knees to hold you wide, his jaw working frantically as he drank in the fresh, hot gush of slick your body was desperately producing. He was humming against your clit, the deep, vibrating sound sending sharp, electric jolts straight to your chest.

"Finish it, Johnny," Ghost ordered, his own breathing finally catching, his chest hitching as he felt the tremors starting to seize your thighs. "Take her over."

A high, broken scream was torn from your throat. Your body went completely rigid, your spine arching off Ghost’s chest as a massive, shuddering orgasm tore through you. You clamped down so hard on Johnny's tongue that he let out a muffled whimper, his hands squeezing your hips bruisingly tight as he held you through the waves.

Ghost’s hand stayed firmly in place, riding out the tremors with you, his heavy fingers pressing down until the very last twitch of your thighs subsided.

You collapsed back against him, completely spent as your eyes rolled back, jaw hanging slightly open. You stared blankly at the dark ceiling until Johnny came back into view from below, and you watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at you and Ghost with a dazed, utterly blissed-out grin.

“Spotless, LT.” you could barely hear his hoarse voice.

"She's done, Johnny," Ghost said quietly, his grip on your waist loosening just enough to let you breathe a little easier, though he kept you anchored securely against him. "Go get some towels from the locker. And a bottle of water."

"Aye, L.T.," Johnny murmured, but he didn't move immediately. He leaned down first, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, and finally a quick, tender press of his lips to yours. "Don't go anywhere without me."

"Can't move if I wanted to," you croaked out, your voice a tiny, raspy whisper.

A low, genuine chuckle shook Ghost's chest behind you. "Good little soldiers, both of you."

August finally rolls around, and with it? The long awaited time off work you managed to get.

But it wasn’t just the time off that exited you. You were now finally in the cabin near the lake you've rented with your friends to get out of town for a week.

So these were exciting times. Sunbathing in front of a lovely lake with your best friends. Playing volleyball, chicken, and dumb drinking games. Having sleepovers every night for a whole week. Tripping over big Nikes thrown in the middle of the kitchen floor... Wait what?

Yes. It wasn’t all fun and games the living-together situation. Who in their right mind takes off their shoes in the kitchen and just leaves them there? Well, from the size of the shoe and the fact that they're white and red Nikes... It’s easy to take a guess.

"Steve!" you scream, holding the Nikes in your hand.

"Yeah, sup?" he comes out of the bathroom.

"Why are your shoes in the middle of the kitchen floor?"

"Oh, sorry. I just took them off before I took a shower." he says, grabbing them.

"In the kitchen? And you just left them here?" you question.

"I said sorry!" he looks at you like you're crazy.

"You're leaving your entire wardrobe laying around the house instead of your own room!" you start. "Just yesterday you had two hoodies on the couch. Not one, two! And, oh look at that! They're still laying there!" you glance at the couch.

"Jeez! Sorry, mom!" he chuckles sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up!"

"Well, what about you taking over the bathroom?" he complains.

"What?" you ask, confused at the accusation.

"You're taking up 80% of the sink with your hair products, and make up, and body creams." he lists. "I can't even find a square inch to put down my toothbrush!"

"Hair products that you are also using! Don't think I didn't notice!" you respond.

"Oh, please! That’s so dumb." he rolls his eyes.

And unfortunately, it doesn't stop there. Even though these are things that could annoy anyone also living in this house, it only seems to fire you two up.

"You still haven't done the dishes?" Steve comes into the kitchen already seeking troubles.

"What?" you frown.

"It was your turn! Robin did them yesterday."

"I thought it was your turn! I did them two days ago already."

"No, I already cooked today. So it's your turn to do them." he argues.

"Well, I cooked yesterday. What does that have to do with anything?" you say back.

"I can do the dishes." Jonathan offers.

"Yeah, but it was the princess's turn to do them. But it seems she thinks she's too good for that!" he smiles sarcastically.

"No, but I do think you're way too obsessed with me." you say final, and walk away. Leaving Steve with the next sentence in his mouth.

"Can you believe her?" he asks Jonathan.

"Dude, it's not that big of a deal." he says and starts with the dishes.

But to be fair, Steve is not the only one acting crazy.

"Give me the blanket." you say once you can lie down on the couch to watch a movie with the group.

"What? No, I grabbed it first." Steve says.

"Well, I called dibs on the blanket earlier when we were picking the movie." you explain.

"That’s insane! You can't call dibs on a blanket!" he laughs.

"I already did and nobody complained, so give it to me."

"That’s true, she did." Robin agrees.

"I don't care. You didn't call dibs while I was present, so it doesn't count for me." he argues.

"Oh, now you're just making shit up." you complain.

"Can’t you just share the blanket?" Eddie steps in, tired of the stupid bickering.

"It's not as comfortable!" you insist.

"It's even more comfortable! You can also cuddle while you're at it!" Eddie claims. "Maybe that's best for everyone so you two quit fighting over everything."

"He wishes." you comment.

"No, you wish." Steve responds.

"You both wish! You're acting like toddlers tugging on each other's hair because you like each other!" Eddie shouts and Robin chuckles loudly.

"That’s so true!" she says.

But the big problem comes the day after. You were alone in the cabin while the rest of the group was down by the lake. The sun was setting and you went inside to take a shower now before everyone here starts making a line in front of the bathroom to do the same.

You had everything set in the bathroom. Underwear, pajamas, skin care, hair products. Everything but the towel, you had left it in your room.

You were already butt naked about to run the water when you noticed. But since everyone is still at the lake and you're alone in here, what's the issue?

So you opened the door and walked quickly towards your room, when suddenly-

"Oh, shit!" Steve freezes when he sees you like that. It takes him three whole seconds to take his hands to his eyes.

"WHA- DON'T LOOK!" you try to cover yourself but you have nothing. You run to grab the first shirt you find laying around... his, of course. But you grab it either way and cover yourself up. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

"I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D COME OUT NAKED!" he's still covering his eyes.

"I WAS ABOUT TO SHOWER BUT I FORGOT MY TOWEL!" you complain. "I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE HERE!"

"I JUST CAME TO GRAB THE CAMERA TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THE SUNSET!" he explains. "I SWEAR I'M NOT A CREEP!"

"GOD! JUST GET OUT!" you scream and he does so.

Not only did that leave you staring at the wall, still covering yourself with his shirt, when you should be taking your shower. But also, you couldn't even look at him that same night when everyone came back inside.

He saw you fully naked... not just half naked. Everything. And the fact that it has to be him out everyone here with you made it ten times worse.

If it were to be Robin or Nancy you'd just apologize and even laugh about it. Hell, even if it were Eddie or Jonathan it would be embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as it was with Steve fucking Harrington!

You've been arguing with him since you got here practically! You were at each other's throats all the time. It was humiliating.

So, no. For the next two days you don't even look at him, let alone speak. It’s not like he didn't apologize ten times more after the first one. He did.

"I'm so fucking sorry, okay? But it doesn't have to be a big deal. I swear I didn't tell anyone, and I barely even saw anything." he tries to comfort you.

But you know he's lying. He saw plenty. Three whole seconds actually.

"Come on, talk to me, scream at me, tell me I'm a fucking idiot." he insists, but no words leave your mouth still. You just leave the room like you didn’t listen.

But it's not like the rest of the group didn't notice something was wrong. The only one who knew was Robin, you told her that same night before going to sleep. She obviously tried to comfort you telling you it didn't have to be so embarrassing. And she even gave you the idea that maybe getting even would solve it. Maybe walking in on him in the shower would work. Kind of an "eye for an eye" situation. But you weren’t going to do that.

You didn't know what you were going to do, actually. You couldn’t ignore him forever, but maybe just enough time until you didn't blush at even the thought of it.

But the gang had a different opinion. Robin didn't snitch, but as I said, they're not stupid, they know for some reason you're not talking to him. So they decide to help by giving you privacy.

One afternoon you notice how empty the cabin is when you get back from a walk around the lake. You thought you were alone until you saw Steve coming down the stairs.

He freezes again for a second when he sees it's just the two of you here.

"Hey," he tries again. "I think they went for a hike."

You just nod slightly, letting him know you heard him, but still didn't feel like hanging out with him.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I don’t know how to keep apologizing. And I don’t entirely know what's the problem because you won't even look at me." he explains. "Please, just give me a hint."

"If I look at you, I’m reminded of why I want to pack my bags and take the next bus home." you finally say to him.

"But why? It was an accident, I didn't plan it like some freak." he explains for the millionth time.

"But you saw." you explain. "You stood there, Steve. For three whole seconds just looking at me, bare. I feel so exposed around you."

"Can you look at me?" he asks and you finally do. ​"I froze because my brain short-circuited. I walked inside the cabin and you just... took the air right out of my lungs."

You stay looking at him, listening. He's talking like he's admitting, confessing to something.

"I didn't mean to disrespect you, I am sorry." he continues. "But if you're embarrassed around me because of what I saw... then that's just stupid."

You frown, still listening but ready to get offended if he's not careful.

"You should feel embarrassed at all for the body you have. You are stunning. There's not a single bad thought about what I saw when I saw you. I'm just blown away by how beautiful you looked."

"Steve, It's fine-" he cuts you off.

"Don't tell me I'm just saying things to make you feel better. I'm telling the truth. I just saw how gorgeous and sexy you are and that’s all I can think about now. For two days straight, the only thing running through my brain is the image of your beautiful body." he says, almost whispering. "And I'm really sorry for embarrassing you, but you shouldn't be!"

You stay silent, not expecting this confession at all.

"And this is hell, to be honest too. Because at the same time, you're not speaking to me. You won't even look at me when the only thing on my mind is just you."

"You're not just saying things?" you double-check.

"I almost cut my finger off earlier when I was chopping the onions because I had my mind on you." he chuckles, showing you the bandaid on his finger as proof.

You laugh softly. "What were you thinking about exactly?" you ask, ever so innocently.

"I don't wanna say." he smiles, looking down. Shy all of the sudden.

"Come on. You have to now." you smile too.

"You are gonna think I'm a creep." he insists.

"Try me." you shrug.

"I was thinking about how soft your skin must feel." he admits. "Your chest, stomach... thighs."

Your breath hitches. And as he says the word 'thighs' you suddenly feel the need to rub them together. "What else?"

"It only gets worse from here." he warns you. "I can't quite leave the image of your tits off my head."

"Steve!" you close your eyes and cover your face at his words.

"I'm sorry, I just- it's true... they're even better than what I imagined."

"You... what?" you laugh.

"I've wanted you for months. Even more now that I see you every second of the day." he confesses. "And I may or may not have... imagined what's under the swimsuits you've been wearing."

"These are some... serious confessions." you say.

"They're not really helping my case of me not being a creep, are they?" he realizes.

"I know you didn't do it on purpose. You couldn’t have known I'd come out naked to look for my towel... Right?" you smirk.

"Right, obviously!" he nods.

"You know, um... Robin gave me the idea that, maybe, if I saw you naked I'd stop feeling so embarrassed."

"Did she now?" he smiles. "Is that something you wanna try?"

"... Maybe." you shrug again.

Without another word, he takes off his shirt first, showing his glorious chest and arms that you've already been eyeing way too much when he’s in his truck suits. Then comes off the sneakers and the pants. He looks over at you to check you still want this before lowering his boxers until they reach the ground.

And there he stands. A naked Steve in all his glory. And boy, does it help your case. He's... there's no way to put it lightly, big. Probably the biggest you've seen.

You've heard the rumours. You were friends with some girls who hooked up with him in high-school. Also, Nancy has told you how difficult and painful her first time was... you just had to do the math.

But this was more than you expected. He even looks pretty too. As well as the rest of his body that just seems like a museum sculpture in the flesh.

"You can say something..." he reminds you with a smile.

"It's not very comfortable, is it?" you chuckle and he nods. "This is just not fair, you look like a model." you say, smirking.

"Not fair?" he frowns. "You literally have the body I couldn't get out of my head for two days now."

"I think we could do something about that." you comment.

"And what could that be? Care to share?" he smiles.

"I can show you better than I can tell you." you say, and you start walking upstairs as you take your clothes off slowly.

Steve almost trips over his own clothes on the floor as he hurries after you.

When he reaches the room, he sees you standing bare in front of him once again. But this time, you're not trying to cover or hide yourself. You stand looking at him, waiting for him to walk over to you.

And he does so, only two big steps and his hands are on your waist. He pulls you closer slowly, your hands go to his chest.

"You sure you want to do this?" he murmurs.

"I think we've waited long enough. Drove each other pretty crazy already." you smirk.

"Yeah, you do drive me crazy." he whispers and finally leans in to kiss you.

Your hands go up to his hair and pull him closer. Just by a kiss you can already feel yourself getting more wet.

It's no coincidence, he is a great kisser. His tongue moves slowly against your lips and against your own tongue. One of his hands grabs your jaw to deepen the kiss.

It's a rather sweet and slow kiss, in contrast to you two standing bare naked already. But something about that tells you he's going to take his time with you tonight. And you already can't wait.

He walks you both towards the bed until you fall onto it. He takes another second to just stare at you like that, and then moves to kneel on the bed in front of you.

He starts kissing you everywhere, from your neck, down to your stomach, taking his sweet time with every new inch of skin.

"You're so beautiful." he murmurs. "Open these legs for me."

"You don't have to-" you tried to tell him you were wet enough already, but he interrupts.

"I fucking want to." he looks at your pussy, nothing else. Firstly, he opens it up with his fingers. He teases your clit just lightly, to make you squirm.

He leans over and plants kisses there, some licks just to mess with you. You go to grab his hair, move it away from his face. He looks at your eyes as you're looking at him, and he dives in. He sucks and then licks it over, alternating between those two.

His fingers also start teasing. His other hand grabs your thigh harder and harder and opens you up more.

He spits on your clit and then licks firmly. Your moans only working for him to work more fiercely.

"Such a sweet pussy." he murmurs almost against your skin. "This all for me? So wet for me?"

"Yes, Steve. For you." you nod and keep tugging on his hair.

"So pretty, and-" one big kiss. "mine, right?" another kiss. His eyes locked on your.

"Yours, baby." you nod again.

His fingers that were teasing your entrance finally start pushing in. You moan louder once he finds that one spot and curls his fingers towards it.

The combination of those thrusts inside you, right where you needed them, plus his mouth doing everything but stopping on your clit, is making a tight knot on your stomach.

"Don't stop." you exhale. He wasn't planning on stopping either way, but he takes that as fuel to move faster.

"God! Steve!" Your screams work like warning bells to let him know you're about to come, and he wants nothing more.

A strong feeling washes over you, hitting you like a wave in the sea. He still moves only to stimulate you more and drag it out. He loves the way your breath got messier and your hands grabbed him with all their force. He then moves back to let you catch your breath.

"Good girl." he praises you and keeps caressing your legs. After a minute, he speaks again to check on you. "You wanna keep going? Wanna go to sleep?"

"No, we can keep going." you shake your head.

"Alright. Stay like this, but wrap your legs around me." he guides you. Then grabs his big and now almost red cock and lines it with your entrance. "Tell me if it hurts."

"Keep going." you nod to let him know you'll be just fine.

He pushes in, first his red tip inside you, then keeps pushing until he's halfway in. He waits a second and starts thrusting back and forth, letting you get used to that. And with each thrust he lets just a little more in each time.

"That’s almost all of it. Think you can take it, pretty girl?" he teases you.

It's a new stretch that definitely feels different, but it feels so good at the same time. You know the pleasure will beat the pain in no time. "Yes, more."

"Atta girl." he praises you and pushes all of it in. He lets a loud moan out at the feeling of your tight walls wrapping around him completely. "Feels so good, insanely good."

"You're so big, Steve." you moan, what's the harm in stroking his ego while you're at it?

He keeps thrusting in and out at a steady pace, still slow to let you get used to it.

Then a few minutes later, he grabs your legs to pull them higher on his waist and starts going faster and faster.

"Oh, yes!" you let out as you hug him, pulling his body closer.

"You like that? How does my cock feel inside this sweet pussy?" he murmurs. His mouth goes to your neck while one hand is on the bed to keep himself from crushing you, and the other grips on your thigh almost definitely leaving marks.

"So good, Steve. The best."

"Yeah? That's right. Fucking made for my cock."

You don't know nor care if you're still alone in the cabin. Your friends could already be back for wherever it was they went to. And if they were, they would probably be able to hear you two. But that thought didn't even cross your mind right now. The only important thing was the feeling of Steve on top and inside of you.

He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and thrusts slower, this feels so much deeper he wants to feel every second of it. Your moans get higher and pitchier, letting him know it is definitely working wonders for you too.

He enjoys seeing you like this, totally ruined on his cock while he moves how he wants. You look beautiful and fucked out.

His thumb travels up to your mouth and you suck on it. This shouldn't make his cock twitch like it does, but he almost has to take a second to calm down.

With a pop, it leaves your mouth and attacks your puffy clit again. Not roughly, quite the opposite actually. A high contrast to his thrusts that are now going hard again.

One of your hands lets go of the sheets to grip on his arm, putting your nails into the skin. "Too much." you whine.

"Oh, it's too much?" he mocks you. "Poor baby, too bad you're just gonna have to take it."

"Fuck, Steve!"

"You're being so good at taking it, you can do it." The back and forth of his praises and mocks are making you feel dizzy in the best way.

"I'm gonna come." you moan, still digging your nails into his arm, but the movements of his thumb don't seem to miss even a little bit.

"Gonna come on my cock and make a mess?" he moves even faster. Talking to you like this, and knowing it's working for you too makes him feel just as close. "That’s it, come around me. Come on, baby, I want it."

"Steve, oh my god." broken moans that almost sound like cries leave your mouth. You arch back and let yourself be taken away by the pleasure once more.

"Yeah, yeah, just like that. Look how fucking pretty you look coming for me." he whines as well now. He was holding it until you finished first, and now seeing you come undone because of him is enough to drive a man crazy. "Where, baby? Where do you want it?"

"Inside, all inside." you pull him closer and he lets out big and loud breaths mixed with moans as he paints your walls.

His arms give up and he just lets himself rest on top of you. Careful not to hurt you, but definitely crushing you a little with his weight.

You both wait like that for your breaths to even out. A couple of minutes later, his face is nuzzling into your neck.

"You're fucking perfect." he smiles.

"So clingy." your turn to mock him now.

"Yeah, and you'll have to get used to it." he jokes.

"I can live with that."

"You sure? I'm gonna leave my clothes all around the house." he reminds you.

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna fill your bathroom with my things... and your bedroom." you add.

"Sounds great." he whispers.

"The clothes aren't so bad. But finders keepers." you warn him.

"Deal." he kisses your neck again.

The air around him has always rivaled the kind of humidity that suffocates your skin on the hottest Indiana summer day. A palpable energy that's buzzed around the two of you since Robin introduced you at one of Rick’s parties a few months ago. It’s the kind of chemistry that’s recently become very hard to ignore as introductions turned into third wheeling late night shifts at the squawk, and regular invitations to movie nights at their shared apartment. The biggest culprit of them all though? Steve’s incessant need to always drive you home. It doesn’t matter to him how late it is, or out of his way it is, even if it’s a blizzard or a torrential downpour — walking or catching the bus is never an option. Not if he has anything to do with it.

The quiet conversations that happen inside his BMW are always easy, even a little bit flirty when Robin isn’t around. On those nights, he makes it a point to rest his hand on the stick shift so close to your thighs they search for each other, squirming in his leather seat. Those are the ones that always end with him parked in front of your place for hours. Both of you losing track of time talking about anything and everything while learning those little things about each other that turn into something bigger over time. Unfortunately for you, that time feels a lot like now, and the silent promise to never act on whatever this is starting to feel nearly impossible to keep.

Steve’s eyes flit towards you for no particular reason, catching you staring, sparking something inside of them that warms deep in your belly. Something unmistakably dangerous.

Forcing yourself to look away, embarrassment blooms on your cheeks as you clear your throat with a shake of your head. But it doesn’t take long for your eyes to find their way back to him because it’s all they seem to want to do these days. With one side of his mouth tugged up, his full attention is on you now while his fingers don’t stop their mission to finish the puzzle he’s solved a million times before. Something about that has you biting the fat of your bottom lip, shifting in your seat perched on the side of his desk.

The whites of his teeth shine in a playful flirty grin as he rocks back in his chair, spreading his legs wider, earning that roll of your eyes he was looking for. Fast clicks of the rubix cube catch louder in your ears as all of the colors line up perfectly in his hands, and that grin on his stupidly handsome face turns into a proud beam like its the first time he’s accomplished this feat.

”Still got it!” He winks, tossing the toy up casually before catching it.

”Were you even listening to me, Dingus?” Robin hisses, smacking the cube out of his hand and you try not to giggle at the dejected look on his face that quickly turns into its factory setting of annoyance.

”Yeah, I was listening to the story you’ve told me three times today.” He snaps, leaning over to grab the toy off the ground, almost falling when the chair threatens to go off kilter. “Maybe, just maybe there’s a reason Vickie keeps getting mad.”

You’ve watched them have this conversation at least once a week for the past month where Steve tiptoes around getting Robin to admit her inconvenient crush on Nancy Wheeler.

“Hey! Who’s side are you on here?” She snaps, with a glare that wrinkles the top of her forehead.

Steve opens his mouth to reply but she quickly cuts him off before he even has a chance.

“You know what, no. No! I can’t be here, I need to go.” Robin deflects like she always does, grabbing her messenger bag she storms out of the soundproof room, and right out of the station’s double doors. Leaving you and Steve alone.

He scoffs, staring out the glass after her, a silent argument with himself on whether he should follow or not evident on his face. He runs a hand through his hair with a bouncing knee, taking a deep breath through his nose before bringing his gaze back to you, that rogue strand flopping back across his forehead.

“I wasn’t trying to be an asshole.” He groans defeated with eyes that plead for some kind of reassurance. “Should I go find her?”

“I think she just needs a minute.” You reply softly, legs dangling. “If she does have feelings for someone else, that’s gotta be overwhelming. She’s new at this, ya know?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, jaw ticking taking one last look outside before you see him visibly let it go with a sag of his shoulders.

”Always am.” You tease with a smile, doing your best to lighten the mood.

His eyes shift back to you, that dangerous thing from before returning ten fold twinkling in the gold specs inside of them. Suddenly the realization that the two of you are alone consumes the entire room, air turning thick with something that feels inevitable, that small little joke of yours working too well.

“Now don’t get crazy.” He scoffs, using his long legs to roll his chair towards you.

Something swoops in your belly, fingers curling around the wooden edge of the desk while you try to keep your composure, watching his Nike’s close the space.

“Name one time I’ve been wrong.”

Your challenge comes with a tilt of your chin, and an arch of your brow. The smirk you get in return has your teeth digging into your bottom lip, thighs closing the small gap between them. It still isn’t enough to stop the warmth between them from spreading, especially when he stops right in front of you. His face aligns with your knees from his seat, sending your body humming with his proximity to the place that’s wanted more of him for months now.

”How about when you said Beetlejuice was a good movie?” He snorts, meeting your gaze from under his lashes, something baiting inside of it.

”Are you kidding me? It’s an incredible movie! Tim Bur—“

”It was weird.” He cuts off with an irritated face, like just the memory of it is enough to annoy him.

”You’re weird.” You retort immediately, glaring with a scrunch of your nose.

Steve raises his eyebrows at you, before his narrowed gaze trails slowly down the length of your body. It lingers on your exposed thighs that he’s started to see a little more frequently thanks to warm spring days, and he’s never been more thankful to Mother Nature or your sun dresses. You swallow hard seeing him lick his lips, heart skipping a beat at the glazed over look in his eyes that makes your chest ache.

You have to leave.

”I — uh, I should go.” You stammer, starting to wiggle off the desk but Steve doesn’t let you get very far.

”Wait! Don’t — “ Standing up, the rest of that sentence fades as his hands find your knees, electric currents running through his finger tips that spread them apart so he can fit his hips between your thighs. His eyes hold you inside of them, hooded and begging before finishing it in a whisper. “Don’t leave.”

The two of you sit there unmoving, mouths so close it feels like you’re breathing each other in. His hands inch up your bare thighs, goosebumps pebbling along hot skin as his fingertips brush the bottom hem of your dress.

”Steve.” You manage to murmur, somehow finding your voice. “It’s a bad idea and you know it.”

The protest sounds weak leaving your mouth, especially when the backs of your heels hook and pull him closer. Your hands grip harder at the edge of the desk, needing something to anchor you while the tip of his nose runs up the bridge of yours. The spice of his cologne wraps around you, and the hint of cinnamon mixed with the amber is new.

“What’s so bad about it? Give me one reason.” He mocks your previous challenge with a flash of his teeth, grabbing at the soft fat under his palms.

”Robin.”

“Well she doesn’t have to know.” He snorts like it’s obvious, wandering hands sliding up higher.

”Okay, then what happens if this blows up in our face and we end up hating each other?” Your argument would feel more valid if you weren’t straightening your spine, getting so close to him that your chests touch.

”You really think you can hate me?” He fake pouts with a furrow of his brows, that infamous swoop of hair tickling your forehead.

”Steve! I’m being serious.” You whine a little defeated because you know you’re about to give in, and because all you want is for him to just kiss you already.

You think he knows that too.

He exhales a breath through his nose, one hand finally becoming bold enough to slip under your dress to wrap around your hip, while the other cups the apple your cheek. The pad of his thumb tilts your chin up to keep your gaze on him, lips so close that they almost touch.

”And what if it doesn’t blow up in our face?” He challenges, letting his top lip graze your bottom. “What happens if we end up really liking each other? What then?”

Your lashes flutter, feeling his warm breath kiss your skin, butterflies rioting inside the crevices of your ribcage. Your fingers let go of their death grip on the edge of the desk, and spread over his stomach. He inhales sharply at the contact, his grip on your hip tightening as your palms work their way up his chest before sliding along his neck and into the thickness of his hair at the nape of it. Steve tugs you closer as your legs wrap around his waist, the tip of your nose nudging his warmed cheek.

”Because I don’t know if you can’t tell or something but I already really like you.” He confesses hot against your mouth with the softest brush of his lips. “I have for a while. And you know what I think?”

”Hmm?” You manage with lust clouding your vision and fingers curling into his roots.

”I think you like me too.”

You don’t bother giving the answer he already knows, instead you close what little distance is left. It takes Steve a moment to realize what you’re doing, that this is actually happening but when he does, he takes control of the kiss immediately. His lips feel hungry moving against yours, devouring you like it’s been a craving, claiming your mouth like it’s already his.

A deep groan rumbles from his chest at the feel of your tongue swiping along his bottom lip. The blunt ends of his nails dig into the soft skin of your hip when he opens up for you and they finally meet. They massage each other moving languid and slow, relishing in the feeling. Back bending, your fingers curl deeper in his roots, somehow needing more.

As if he can read your mind, the pad of his thumb tugs at the corner of your mouth, opening you up more. He explores every inch of you like he’s trying to memorize it, swallowing all the sounds that are somehow better than his imagination. Your hips rock against him, the thin cotton of your panties leaving hardly any barrier. A breathy gasp escapes the back of your throat feeling just how big he really is.

Steve takes this moment to catch his breath, pulling away with a heaving chest. He presses his forehead against yours, eyes taking in your flushed cheeks and kiss bitten lips.

“You know how many times I’ve thought about this?” He sighs, the pad of his thumb stroking your cheek. That permanent teasing edge to his voice is absent for the first time tonight.

His confession erupts across your body that bends for him, silently asking for more all on its own. Holding his gaze in the depths of yours, the pointed roll of your hips is slow enough to feel the entire length of him pressed against his zipper. It twitches underneath the metal, the pressure against your clit only covered by a thin pair of cotton earning him a quiet whimper.

”I think about you all the time, Steve.” You say in a low voice, looking at him from under the thick hood of your lashes, rolling your hips again.

“Honey.” He hisses through his teeth, his grip on you tightening hard enough to hold you still. A shiver ripples through him as he desperately tries to find his self control. “We should stop —“

Your hands untangle from his hair, sliding down his jaw that you hold in your palms. The pad of your thumb traces the curve of his full bottom lip that you want nothing more than to feel between your teeth. He inhales another sharp breath watching the way your eyes darken, his thick lashes fluttering kissing the tops of his cheeks like he can read your mind.

”What if I don’t want to stop?”

All you’ve ever done with Steve is hold yourself back. And now that you’ve had him, you don’t want to do it anymore. You can’t do it anymore.

”I’m tired of not getting what I want.” You reaffirm, tilting your head to meet his eyes, brushing your lips against his kiss bitten ones before whispering, “aren’t you?”

He holds your gaze down the slope of his nose, the hand on your hip moving to wrap around the small of your back pulling you close, while the other trails down to cup the side of your neck. The pad of his thumb rests at the hinge of your jaw, a flurry of emotions swirling inside his stare as he takes everything in, making sure he’s not misreading any signs. It’s not until he feels the quiet way you say his name against his lips that he comes back to his body, snapping out of his nervous lapse in judgement of what’s happening.

”You have no fucking idea.” Steve growls, finally capturing your mouth without anything holding him back anymore.

This kiss is different from the last one, his lips move against yours with something possessive behind them — greedy. Your tongues don’t wait for permission, tangling together with an intensity that has your teeth scraping together. Completely lost in months of late nights and lingering stares, his hand slides down your neck, and across your shoulders bringing your dress strap with it. He finishes his path joining his other hand under your dress, both of them meeting and curling around the apple of your ass. Squeezing harshly, he pulls you closer with a hard slam on the wood of the desk.

Moaning into his mouth, you tug at the collar of his sweater, silently urging him to take it off. He catches on quickly, but struggles to break himself free, obsessed with the taste of you — the feel of you in his hands. It’s the whine that peels itself from the back of your throat and the way you push yourself closer searching for friction that he finally pulls himself away with a suck of your bottom lip. Letting it go with a loud pop, the pout on your face turns his lovesick grin cocky as he plucks the collar of his sweater from the back and tosses it to the side of the studio in one fell swoop.

Your lids grow heavy, eyes glazing over at the thick smattering of hair on his chest. Throat drying up at the sight of his permanently sun kissed skin dotted with mini constellations of freckles and moles that your fingers itch to trace. He runs a hand through his hair, drinking in the sight of you too. The wild look on your face with your dress rucked up around your hips, legs spread revealing the wet patch in the middle of your panties that he’s the culprit of. Both straps dangle loosely off your shoulders, leaving just the red ones of your bra, the swell of your breasts teasing him.

“Jesus, I knew you were gonna ruin me.” He mutters to himself in disbelief, slowly walking back to his place between your legs.

His hands trail up your thighs, squeezing at the soft dough under your dress appreciatively with lick of his lips, before curling his fingers around the elastic. It’s the only thing left keeping him from a part of you he’s thought about more times than he’d ever admit.

“Tell me what you want.” He breathes against your lips, brows furrowed with need.

Your fingers find their way to his belt, expertly undoing the gold buckle before popping open the button and tugging down the zipper of his jeans. He hisses at the release as you lift your head, capturing his mouth in something so sure there’s no room left to argue, pulling away just enough to whisper.

”You.”

That’s all Steve needs, yanking your panties down in one swift motion, capturing your lips as he does the same with the straps of your dress. It pools around your lap, just like his jeans do at his feet. Kicking them off along with his shoes, he grabs one of your legs hitching it over his waist, pointedly running his hard covered length along your wet seam. You both moan into each other's mouths at the contact, your fingers tangling in his hair, anchoring yourself to him as he licks into you, rolling his hips again.The way your slick instantly wets the fabric of his briefs makes it feel like he’s teasing himself too.

”I don’t — I don’t have a condom.” He murmurs, using all of his strength to pull away with panic set in his eyes like maybe he’s ruined this whole thing.

Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you let one of your hands slide down his chest, greedily scratching your nails along the dark hair there, before following it down his happy trail. The muscles in his stomach twitch, along with his cock that only grows bigger when you cup it, and the feeling of just how thick he is has you squirming at the thought of making it fit.

“I’m on birth control.” You admit quietly, your fingers dipping into the waist band of his underwear, the tips of them running along his pelvic bone.

”Jesus Christ.” Steve’s eyes pinch closed, the grip on your leg tightening to something almost bruising.

”Is that okay? Do you want to —“

“Yes, yes, god yes, that's okay.” He interrupts with an enthusiastic nod of his head.

Bend bending down, he claims your lips again as your greedy hands push his boxers past his hips. Your touch is tentative wrapping around the weight of him, but the moan you get in return is loud enough to echo off the glass encasing you, encouraging you forward. The first pump has him shuddering underneath your palm, a big hand grabbing your chin, using it to tilt your head to the side. He takes your slow torture out on the base of your throat in the form of open mouthed kisses, dragging his teeth along your pulse point that jumps for him.

“Steve you’re so - you’re so -“

He flattens his tongue, licking a path that has your eyes roll back, killing off the rest of that sentence by latching onto that sensitive spot behind your ear and sucking hard. It’s replaced by a breathy whine that comes out at the same time the pad of your thumb swipes against his leaking tip. He grunts into your neck, hips bucking into your touch.

“I know baby, I know.” He murmurs into your ear, nipping at the lobe before enveloping it into the heat of his mouth, letting it go with a loud pop. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”

The endearment has your legs spread wider in a silent plea to keep his word. He smiles wide against your skin, sneaking his hand between you to replace yours that go back to their new home in the hair at the nape of his neck. You decide it’s your favorite place. He pulls away enough for your noses to bump, blown out wild looking eyes meeting yours before they drop down to a view he’s only ever imagined. His mind didn’t even come close to doing it justice.

”Fuuuuck.” He groans to himself, face twisting into something tortured, swiping himself through your glistening folds with another shudder ripping through his spine. “You’re so wet, honey.”

Steve says the last part almost like he can’t believe it, like there’s no world where you’d want him just as bad as he wants you. But when he does it again and you mewl in a way that sounds just as desperate, he knows it's true.

“You’re not the only one who’s wanted this for a long time.” You confess a little shy despite your current position, softening his features with the kind of smile that feels a lot like he’s already smitten.

The pad of his thumb on the hand still wrapped around your hitched leg traces circles on the goose pebbled skin underneath it.

“Yeah?” He sighs, eyes turning heavy bringing himself close enough to fit at your entrance. “Let’s make up for lost time then.”

Your fingers weave tighter in his hair, forehead pressing to his with a slack jaw at the first stretch of your walls. It feels like he’s everywhere, filling you so much as if he has nowhere else to go even though he’s only half way in.

”Oh my god, Steve, you feel — holy shit.” You pant, pulling at his roots so hard you know it hurts as he pushes himself to the hilt with one final stroke.

”You’re doing so good though, look at you.” His praise comes out against your lips, the tip of his nose nudging against your cheek. He feels the way his words tighten around him, a new wave of arousal coating every ridge and dip.

Steve gives you a minute to adjust to the size, only starting to move when you lean forward to steal a messy kiss. Desperation evident in the encouraging swipe of your tongue. He starts off slow, rolling his hips in languid strokes that match the way he licks into your mouth basking in the little noises escaping from the back of your throat. It’s not until you nip at his bottom lip that he lets go the way he really wants too.

Breaking away from your lips, he brings his attention to your face, needing to see the way it twists up when he pulls nearly all the way out before slamming himself back in. Your eyes go wide at the feeling, the silk of your walls fluttering, begging him for more that he gives without any hesitation. His palm finds it way back to your cheek that has to be searing against his skin, collecting your mouth again with a hunger that’s easy to lose yourself in.

He keeps a steady pace, hiking your leg further up his hip, somehow going even deeper. The tip of him hits the spot that no one else has ever been able to find, earning a loud moan of his name that he thinks sounds best when it comes from you. Using the opportunity that presents itself to him, he starts a path of open mouth kisses down your jaw, along your neck, gently pushing you back to lay against the desk, peppering them across your collar bone.

The new angle has you trying to cover the scream that's begging to fill the empty studio, and Steve keeps going. Tugging down your bra, sucks your pert nipple into the heat of his mouth. Your back arches, nails dinging into his shoulders when he brings his attention to the other one with a flick of his tongue.

“Perfect, you’re perfect.” Groaning his praise against your skin, he licks a stripe up your sternum before nipping at the curve of your breast.

Steve stands up straight, bringing his hands to your hips stretching you out even more. His eyes take in your heaving chest, dark eyes, and skin shining wet from the work of his mouth and he thinks he might cum right now.

”You ready for more, pretty girl?” He coos with the softest grind of hips, lips twitching at the way your eyes hit the back of your head because of it.

”Please.” You beg, finding the strength to look at him from underneath your lashes.

Your stare breaks any self control he might have left, the first snap of his hips pushing you further up the desk, sending some of the eight tracks clattering to the ground.

“Oh my god.” You cry out, grabbing onto his forearms. The blunt ends of your nails digging into his freckles when he does it again.

”You feel so fucking good.” He grits out between his teeth, the grip on your curves turning bruising as his head rolls back lost in the silk of your walls that keep sucking him in every time he tries to leave.

His praise makes your hips meet the next roll of his, sending another flurry of cuss words spilling out of his mouth, that turn into your name the more you keep up with his pace. Tugging you back to the edge of the desk, he folds over you, palms finding purchase on either side of your head.

That swoop of hair tickles damp against your forehead, his face contouring into something dazed watching the way you try to catch your breath. The quick grind of his hips punches the air out of your lungs with every thrust, the thick thatch of hair at the base of your demise rubbing against your clit with just the right of pressure.

You know you're not going to last much longer as the heels of your feet dig into his ass pushing him deeper. He grunts into your mouth, collecting a sloppy kiss rolling his hips in a circle, the tip of him pushing right against the spot you need him most.

“Come on, honey, let go. I know you want to. Let me finally make you feel good.” He murmurs encouragingly, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them above your head, sending a notebook and some pens flying to the ground.

The new position tightens the coil deep inside your gut tight enough to snap, your walls constricting around him as you tumble over the edge with nothing but his name spilling from your lips. Seeing something he’s only ever daydreamed about in the dead of night sends him flying right after you. He lets go of your hands catching himself on the desk, body shaking with a loud groan rumbling from his chest painting your insides with months of wanting you so much that it aches in his chest.

He keeps up the slow grind of his hips until you both come back down, with goofy love sick smiles twisting up your lips. You giggle when he nudges his nose with yours, getting a blinding flash of his white teeth in return.

“What?” Amusement dances in his eyes, brushing the apple of your cheek with the back of his hand.

”This just isn’t where I imagined it would finally happen is all.” You grin, leaning into his touch. “So out in the open.”

”It’s not like anyone’s here —“

”Steve, look, I’m sorry.” The sound of Robin’s voice echoes out through the empty station.

”Oh fuck me.” He yells in a whisper, wide panicked eyes meeting yours before dropping to the ground out of sight. You try your best to adjust your bra and dress into place.

“You know I hate when we figh— oh.” Robin stops in her tracks in the common room, confusion painting her features taking in your disheveled look and the lack of Steve in the room.

“H-hey!” You squeak out, voice cracking and she narrows her gaze at it.

”Where’s Steve?” She asks, the question coming out slowly in that suspicious kind of way.

”Uh - he uh - he went to the bathroom.” You offer, scratching the back of your neck while the man in question scrambles to get his clothes back on at your feet.

Tilting her head to the side, she squints at you clearly not believing a word coming out of your mouth. Realization dawns on her features, annoyance replacing any confusion that was left.

”You have got to be kidding me!” She throws up her hands, “Steve I know you’re there. You guys suck at lying.”

”Shit.” Steve mutters, pulling on his shirt before slowly standing up, buckling his belt with a sheepish smile.

”Hey.” He waves, running a hand through his damp hair.

“And,” Dustin glanced between the two of you with a knowing smile. “Who’s she with?”

Steve looked at you, he didn’t need to hesitate before speaking. “You stay with me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I was going to anyway.” You shrugged.

Steve nodded once, looking over you carefully. “Good.” He said simply, like there’d never be another option. Robin caught your eye from across the clearing and smirked, you pretended not to notice.

You don’t know why you were so close to Steve in the way you were. On days where nothing was happening, he still found ways to show up at your door with takeout balanced in his hands.

He’d stop by your work during your lunch break even when it wasn’t his, shrugging and saying, “I was in the neighborhood.”

Every Friday without fail, you’d spend the night together. Sometimes watching a movie, where you sat close enough for your knees to be touching. Other times only talking on the floor, about everything and sometimes nothing at all.

The first time Steve had felt your head resting against his shoulder, he’d frozen. He stayed awake for another hour because moving felt unthinkable, no one had ever felt this comfortable around him and he didn’t want to waste the moment. Even when he’d brush it off the next morning and try to convince himself you were just his best friend.

If he admitted anything else…it would change everything. And too many things have changed in Steve’s life for the worse.

The cold air snapped you back to reality the moment you crossed the gate. You instinctively moved towards Steve, he noticed without saying a word.

His flashlight shifted slightly until its beam covered both your path and his. While the others spread out around you, he slowed his pace just enough for your shoulders to be bumping occasionally.

Every few steps he’d glance sideways, always checking. “You okay?” He whispered.

You nodded. “Yeah,” you responded without turning to look.

Another few minutes passed by. “You’re still okay?” Steve couldn’t help but ask.

You laughed under your breath. “I’m starting to think you don’t want me to be okay.”

Steve let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, because if you’re not, I’ll be the one dragging your ass back home.”

You snorted loud enough for Eddie to glance back. “What?” He interrupted.

“Nothing,” Steve answered quickly. “She’s just laughing at my ridiculously funny jokes.” He said sarcastically.

“I wasn’t laughing.” You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

“Finally. You smiled.” Steve pointed out, and heat crept into your cheeks.

“What’s it to you?” You raised a brow, asking casually.

“Can’t I just like seeing you smile?” He shrugged, but before you could answer—a shrill, echoing screech tore through the atmosphere.

Everyone froze, Steve’s smile vanished instantly, his bat was already in his hands before anyone could reach for a weapon. Without thinking, he stepped sideways, placing him directly between you and the darkness ahead.

Steve had taken the first blow, unexpectedly. He staggered back with a sharp grunt, but quickly replanted his feet again. He swung his bat with even more force, the echo of his hits making you flinch.

You had stupidly gone still, your mind screamed at you to move, but your body refused to listen, all you could do was watch as Steve risked his life for you. “Go!” He shouted, not even looking back.

The sound of his voice snapped you back to reality, lunging forwards to assist, until the creature was taken down. For a moment, your heart pounded so loudly it drowned out everything else.

Steve sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m okay.” He managed, despite the blood staining the side of his shirt.

“You are not okay.” You stared wide eyed at him.

He flashed you a crooked smile. “Takes more than that.” He tilted his head. Steve’s weight leaned heavily against your side as the two of you trudged back through the gate.

Back in Hawkins, you pulled him into the closest bathroom you could find. Everyone had gone their separate ways, after he insisted he was fine and you shook your head like you knew better than to believe him.

Steve found comfort on the floor, you grabbed the first aid kit and sank down onto your knees beside him. “I can do it.” He said softly.

“I know.” You replied, but made no move to stop. He smiled at your stubbornness, until you lifted his torn shirt and your breath caught at the scratches that lined his ribs.

You didn’t say anything else, only started cleaning the wounds with shaky hands. Steve noticed before you realized yourself you had gone quiet again.

“Hey…” he whispered gently.

You kept your eyes down, wrapping the bandage around his torso once, then twice. Your vision blurred, and a tear splashed onto the white gauze.

Steve frowned, catching your wrist in his hands. “Hey, hey, look at me.”

You couldn’t, shaking your head. “I said look at me.” He said more firmly this time, you lifted your head.

His expression immediately melted. “Oh.” He reached up with one of his injured hands, brushing away a tear with his thumb. “Look,” he repeated. “I’m alright.”

You shook your head, worrying if you spoke, you’d fall apart. “No.” You forced out.

“I’m okay.” He said adamantly.

“No, Steve.” Your voice cracked thickly. The words rushed out of you before you could stop them. “When that thing came at you—I thought that was it. I couldn’t breathe, I kept thinking if we’d been a second slower—”

His thumb stilled against your cheek. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I can’t imagine going a day without seeing you, or hearing your laugh.”

Steve stared at you completely still, but you kept going. “You always look after everyone, and make sure they're okay—that I’m okay. But today you almost died protecting me.”

He whispered your name, but you barely heard him. “I don’t know when it happened.” You laughed weakly. “Maybe when you started treating me like I matter more than I think I do.”

Another tear rolled down your cheek. “But I think…I think I’m in love with you.” The room fell silent. “I know you probably don’t feel the same way, and you don’t have to say anything, I just—I can’t pretending after tonight because if I had lost you without telling you then—”

Steve kissed you. Gentle enough that it stopped every frantic thought in your head. When you pulled back, you blinked at him blankly.

He pulled away enough to look into your eyes, speaking directly to you. “I’ve been trying so hard not to fall in love with you.”

He let out a breathless laugh. “I kept telling myself I was just protective because you were my best friend.” Steve smiled sadly. “But best friends don’t spend half their day thinking about the other.”

“And they definitely don’t jump in front of monsters without thinking.” He continued, a tiny laugh escaped you. “But I’d do it again.”

Your breath hitched. “Steve.”

“I would.” He cupped your face. “Because the thought of anything happening to you…” his voice cracked. “Scares me more than anything.”

You reached for his hands, holding it against your face. “So when you said you loved me,” Steve’s eyes shined with affection. “I wanted to kiss you before you could take it back.”

“I was never going to take it back, Steve.” You replied, matching his smile.

“No?” He asked hopefully.

“Not ever.” His grin spread even wider, glowing brighter than you’ve seen in weeks.

“Does this mean I can call you more than my best friend?” Steve leaned closer.

You laughed loudly. “I wouldn’t want anything else.”

Steve’s nose brushed against yours. “Good, because I only want you as my girl now.” My girl. When he kissed this time, there was no surprise in your features, only relief.

By the time Steve pulls into the driveway, his head is pounding. He regrets not listening to your pleas to drive instead, but he couldn’t do that to you; especially not with Robin reaching over to micromanage the radio every few seconds and giving what might be the worst directions he’s ever heard. If it weren’t for you, Steve doesn’t know if he would’ve arrived in one piece. 

You place a hand on his arm, eyes full of concern, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” the response is more gruff than he intended. “Don’t worry about me, go help Robin with the bags.”

You nod, clearly not wanting to push him any closer to the edge than he already is. Steve carries your bags into the main bedroom, then Robin’s into the adjacent room; he comes back to find you and Robin trying to lug his bag upstairs.

“Is this thing full of rocks?” Robin grunts. 

“Henderson made me pack some fantasy book. Said it was ‘required reading’ to be friends with him,” Steve pushes his hair back from his face before grabbing the bag and slinging it over his shoulder, his knees buckle at the extra weight.

“Steve, you really should lie down. Rob and I can handle it,” your brows are furrowed as you inspect his paled skin and the sheen of sweat already forming on top of it. 

“I’ve got it,” Steve lugs his bag into the smallest room in the house, the kids' room he spent a few summers in. Those moments are ones he can only remember through pictures, still the room has a familiarity to it, a reminder of who he was before he walked through the door of the Byers’ house to help Nancy. 

Steve plops down on the bed, throwing his head back against a flattened pillow. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t be here,” Robin stares at him. “What if you drown in the lake? Or pass out behind the wheel? What if–”

“Robin, the main part of town isn’t far from here. Why don’t you walk down, get ice for Steve’s head and something for dinner?”

Thank God for you. Robin’s stream of chatter doesn’t always bother him, but when his brain feels like it’s going to explode out of his eyes and ears, it’s not the thing he wants to hear. Once you hand Robin your wallet, she disappears downstairs. The love toward you that’s been growing all summer threatens to swallow him whole. He’s never wanted anyone more than he wants you. Steve doesn’t think anyone has wanted someone more.

“I thought you needed a little break,” you adjust the child-sized blankets over Steve’s body before sitting at the edge of the bed with a soft smile on your face. “She’s trying to help, but she can get a little… distracted.”

Steve isn’t sure how anyone could smile at the sight of him right now. His face is still disgustingly swollen and bruised in a way that makes it hard for him to look at himself in the mirror anymore, he hasn’t liked his reflection in a long time. 

Steve chuckles, “Distracted is one way to put it.”

You wrap your arms around him, enveloping Steve in the best hug he’s ever been given. It seems like you need the hug almost as much as he does, you cling to him like he’s the only one keeping you afloat, even though it should be the other way around.

“That night at the mall was the worst night of my life,” you whisper, voice shaking. “It feels like I’m trapped there. I can’t imagine what it’s like for you. I mean, that’s the third time you’ve been through something like that.”

“It’s hard,” Steve murmurs, tears forming before he can stop them. “Really hard. But I’ll survive, you will too.”

Before Steve can realize what’s happening, you’re both crying. Bodies aching together as you let it all out. We didn’t deserve this. The thought only makes the pain in Steve's chest worse. Knowing that you’re experiencing the same feelings provides a little comfort. Before he was on his own, trying to keep it together for Nancy or Dustin. Even at the hospital, he was hanging on by a thread just so Robin, Max, and you could feel some semblance of safety. Steve doesn’t feel the need to protect you, at least for the moment, he releases the ugliness as he sobs into your arms. Crying around anyone, especially around you, feels unnatural, but it’s exactly what he needs.

When you’re both empty and raw, Steve pulls away just enough to reach up and use his thumbs to brush your tears away. He wishes he could brush your pain away too. You do the same for him, wiping his tears away, carefully avoiding contact with his injuries. Without thinking, Steve leans in, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. 

You don’t move for a moment, and Steve is worried that he ruined everything. Until you lie him back down, kissing him once his head is on the pillow. You curl up beside him, allowing him to pull you into his arms. As you pepper kisses against his jawline and cheeks, the tension that’s built up in his body dissipates. The peace you give him is something he hasn’t had since the mall, and he craves every touch. 

Steve intertwines his fingers with yours, “Is it too soon to tell you I love you?”

You shake your head, “Not at all.”

⛱️ Day At The Beach - Choose a character and a prompt, trope(s), AU, etc, then I'll write you a drabble! (1000 words max but I'm known to go over word count limits lol)

Before you'd both been pulled into the Upside-Down by Dustin, Steve was just the guy who was dating your best friend. You'd know Nancy for years, what with your younger brothers being so close. You met Steve a couple of times before, but he was still the King of Hawkins High back then. There wasn't a whole lot of interest to get to know him better. It wasn't until he'd shown up with Dustin that day that the two of you had really acknowledged each other.

And thus, much to your surprise, Steve became a constant in your life. He was always there, and at first you worried about the conflict of interest. You were his ex-girlfriend's best friend, after all. But Nancy and Jonathan were going strong now, and she didn't seem to mind that you were good friends now.

Friends. That was the part you hated the most.

"Whatcha thinking so hard about there, princess?" Steve asked as he came to sit next to you on the couch. You were startled from your thoughts, and you were met by his mischevious grin. "I can see your brain doing over-time."

You chuckled. "I don't know, something about the idea of impending doom has me a little concerned."

Steve's eyes met yours, and for a moment a flicker of concern flashed across them. It wasn't like you to be afraid of a fight. "You don't need to worry, you know. We'll figure out a plan, Max'll be fine."

You couldn't help but smile at his assurance. Of course you were worried for Max, for all the kids. With Eleven being down in California, you'd lost your greatest asset. But you knew somehow you'd find a way, just like Steve said. It was just a lot easier to go along with that than admit you'd actually been thinking about him. Because the one thing that scared you the most was admitting your feelings and having him reject you.

"I know." You nodded. "Besides, if I know my brother, he's already come up with about nine hair-brained schemes."

"Most of which probably involve one of us facing certain death." Steve added.

"Or both of us." You laughed.

"Hey, I can't think of anyone I'd rather face certain death with." Steve told you.

You shook your head with a smile. "Do you remember when our biggest fear was whether or not we were going to get a pop quiz in Calculus? Guess we've come a long way since then."

Steve nodded. "Yeah, but you know, there was one really good thing that came out of all of this." His eyes met yours again, and you felt your insides melt. "I'm really glad I met you."

"Really?"

"Of course. Having you as a friend is the best."

There is was again. That word. Friend. Was that all you were ever destined to be in Steve's life? The thought made you want to cry.

***

You made your way out of the Wheeler's basement to find Nancy sitting in the kitchen alone. She seemed absent-minded over something, so you sat down in front of her and frowned. "Nance, is everything alright?"

"What?" She said, looking up at you. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"And I was born yesterday." You scoffed. "What's going on?"

She sighed. "It's Jonathan."

"You're missing him?"

"It's more than that." She responded. "I feel like there's distance forming between us. And not just because he's all the way in California. I mean emotional distance. We don't talk like we used to."

You nodded. "I mean, I guess Jonathan has always been a little closed off. But you two get each other, like no one else ever has. I've never seen you happier than when you're with him."

"Yeah." She smiled. "I don't know. Lately I've been feeling a little different."

Your conversation was cut short by the basement door flying open, and Steve appeared with a walkie in his hand. "Henderson's screaming about something on the other end." He told you both. "I can't understand him."

You giggled. "You're a disaster, Harrington. Here, give it to me." You took the walkie off him. "Hey, Dustin. What's going on?"

"It's Eddie. We need to meet him at Skull Rock." Dustin's voice crackled through.

"Skull rock?" You repeated. "Where's that?"

"Hey, I know where that is." Steve piped in.

"You do?"

"Yeah, it's a super popular make-out spot. I mean, it became popular when I made it popular."

Nancy rolled her eyes. "I'm pretty sure you took me there a couple of times."

Steve looked at her, and you're pretty sure that your heart sank into your stomach with the look he gave her. "Well yeah, I only take the really special girls there."

"Oh, so I was special?" Nancy's eyes glimmered.

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't not say it."

You cleared your throat to remind them you were still there, and also because it was killing you a little. "Alright, Dustin. Me and Steve will come and get you."

"Actually," Nancy said. "Why don't you go ahead and pick Dustin up? Me and Steve can grab the ammo and catch you up?"

"I mean, usually me and Steve team up together, that's all."

"It's cool, Y/N. I'll hang back with Nance." Steve said. "I'll see you later."

That quick dismissal was like a knife to your heart. Almost immediately, Steve had turned his attention back to Nancy. Because of course he had. Nancy was his first love, the one that got away. How could you not see it before? Steve was still in love with her. And even though she was your best friend, it was hard not to feel resentment towards her in that moment.

"OK, whatever." You said, turning to leave. "Guess I'll see myself out."

***

You sped down the road to pick up your brother, trying to will away the tears pricking at your eyes. The thought of Steve and Nancy alone together made you feel sick. Nancy didn't know about your feelings, you worried she would feel betrayed if she found out. Now you wished more than ever that you had told her.

Turning up the radio, you tried to drown out your thoughts, hoping to calm the storm inside you. No matter how hard you tried, all you could think about was his stupid hair, his stupid smile and his stupid eyes and the way they'd just looked at your best friend. It was no use. Tears welled up.

As your vision blurred, you wiped your eyes furiously and decided to pull over. You climbed out the car to get some fresh air, hoping to compose yourself. As you did so, you grabbed the walkie from the passenger side to try and contact Dustin. However, as you were preoccupied with the device, you didn't see the other car approaching a little too fast.

***

"So, how far away are we?" Nancy asked, as she and Steve drove on.

"Not too far." Steve said. "It's been a while since I was there, but I'm pretty sure I still know the way."

Nancy raised her eyebrows. "Really? So you haven't been seeing anyone?"

Steve shook his head, eyes fixed on the road. "Not for a hot minute. I might have lost my touch, you know."

"So there hasn't been anyone that you even thought about?" Nancy pushed. Steve shuffled uncomfortably.

"Hey, Nance. You know I care about you, but I don't really see you that way anymore."

Nancy rolled her eyes. "You're such an idiot, Steve. I'm not talking about me. I'm talking about other people, maybe people that you see every day and enjoy hanging out with?"

Steve could tell she was hinting at something but he didn't have time to respond as his car was brought to an abrupt halt. There was a police barricade up on the road, and one of the officers made his way over to them.

"Sorry, son. You'll have to turn around, this way's blocked off."

"What happened?" Steve asked.

"Car accident, we've just been called out. Guy was distracted and side-swiped a girl out on the road. She's just been taken to the hospital."

Steve was about to reply when Nancy's voice rang out. "Oh God, Steve. Isn't that Y/N's car?"

Steve surveyed the wreckage and immediately picked out your scrappy little car that you loved so much. And just like that, his soul left his body. He could swear time slowed down, and his head started to swim. It was you. You were the one who had been taken to hospital.

Without warning, he threw the car into reverse and turned around, speeding away from the scene. Nancy was saying something to him, but he wasn't listening. He just needed to get to you.

***

At the hospital, Steve sprinted up to the front desk, Nancy not far behind him. "I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N. She was brought in here not too long ago."

"Are you her family?" The receptionist asked.

"Yes." Nancy lied. "I'm her sister. Can you tell us when we can see her."

"She's out of surgery and in recovery. I'll keep you updated, if you'd like to take a seat over there." The receptionist pointed to the waiting area.

The two of them wandered over to take a seat, and Steve put his head in his hands, legs shaking nervously. Nancy did her best to comfort him.

"Hey, she'll be OK." She assured him. "She's taken on demogorgons before and come out fighting. This is nothing."

"I should have been with her." Steve said. "I'm always with her. We're a team."

"It was an accident, Steve. You couldn't have known this would happen." Nancy reminded him. "Don't start blaming yourself."

"I know, I just-" he stopped himself short, trying to sort out the jumble of thoughts in his head. "I can't lose her, Nance. She's my favourite person in the world."

Nancy's face lit up with a soft smile. "I get it." She nodded. "Maybe when you see her next you should tell her that."

"Yeah, right." He laughed.

"I'm serious." Nancy insisted. "Trust me."

A moment of silence washed over them before Nancy stood up. "Dustin. I should go get him, he'll probably be worrying where she is."

"Are you sure? I can go."

"I think out of the two of us, I'm probably in a better shape to drive. Mind if I borrow your car?" Steve shook his head and tossed her the keys. "Keep me updated."

With that, she hurried off and Steve was left alone with his thoughts. His mind drifted back to a few weeks ago, when there had been a distinct shift between the two of you.

***

"Hey, Steve." You said through the phone. "Are you busy right now?"

"Free as a bird." He responded. "Why, what's up?"

"Would you be able to come and get me?" You asked. "I think I might have just been stood up."

Steve was there within ten minutes, leaning over to open the door for you and you slid into the passenger seat. "Thank you, Steve. You're my hero."

It was a chilly March evening and you pulled your sleeves further down your arms. Steve noticed, because he always did. "Here." He took his jacket off and handed it to you. "You look really cold. How long have you been standing out there?"

"About an hour." You admitted. "I was meant to meet Corey for dinner but he never showed."

Steve tightened his grip on the steering wheel, clearly annoyed. "He let you stand outside in the dark and the freezing cold, and didn't even shoot you a text?"

You didn't want to dwell on it too much. "Can I ask you another favour? Can we maybe go back to your place? Dustin knew I had a date tonight and I can't deal with all the questions about it right now."

"You know you're always welcome at my place." He told you as he began to drive. You pulled your legs up onto the seat and wrapped your arms around them. Steve looked over at you and smiled.

"What?" You asked him.

"Nothing. I just like being the one you call when you need help."

"Yeah, I guess I know you won't judge me for being so pathetic." You laughed.

"Hey, you're not pathetic." Steve told you. "That jerk Corey is. You deserve so much better than that. Like a guy that would drop everything to spend some time with you."

"Oh yeah? Like who?" You tested the waters, praying that he would take the bait. He kept his eyes on the road, giving nothing away.

"I'm probably not the best person to ask for dating advice, given my track record."

You twisted in your seat so you were fully facing him. "You deserve that as well, Steve. Someone who would always put you first."

He finally looked over at you, and there was something new in his eyes. Would you dare to call it hope? You decided to really push the boundaries, and you reached over to take his hand. He traced your skin delicately with his thumb. "Thanks, Y/N. I'm lucky to have a friend like you."

***

"Excuse me, sir." The receptionist broke him from his thoughts, and his head snapped up. "She's still in recovery at the moment, but she's awake and talking. The doctors said you can see her."

Without hesitation, he jumped up and followed her into one of the hospital rooms. Immediately, his heart broke when he saw you lying on the bed. Your leg was in a cast and there were a few scratches on your face.

"Oh my God, Y/N." He rushed forward and came to sit by your bed, taking your hand. "What happened."

"Totally ironic." You croaked out. "All the monsters we've faced and a God damn car is what nearly takes me out."

"You're still making jokes on a hospital bed. Typical Y/N." Steve smiled. Then it disappeared. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. If I had come with you this might not have happened."

"It wasn't your fault, Steve. It was mine. I shouldn't have pulled over on a blind bend and got out the car. I just needed to stop crying-"

"Why were you crying?" Steve asked. He'd always had the opinion that if you had a problem he could fix, then he would. "Did something else happen?"

"Oh, no. It was nothing." You insisted. But then you considered. Maybe it was time for you to just be honest with him. At least you could let yourself off the constant spiral of misery. "Actually, if I'm being honest, I was a little upset. And maybe a bit jealous."

"Of what?"

Well, here goes nothing. "You and Nancy."

Steve's face furrowed in confusion, and you wanted to laugh. Was he truly such an oblivious idiot? "Nancy?"

"I know she's my best friend, and I love her so much. But it's hard seeing the two of you together, knowing that you'll always hold a torch for her, and knowing that I can't have you. Because I'm in love with you, Steve."

He took in your words, letting them settle under his skin. Then he smiled. "You thought me and Nancy were a thing?"

You frowned. "I mean, I don't know. I guess."

"Nancy means a lot to me. But she isn't the one I call when I've got good news. And she isn't the one I love to go on late night drives with. And she isn't the one I'd literally stare down death with. That's all you." He said. "And nothing will change the fact that when I realised you were here, I literally thought my life was over. Because I don't even want to think about a world that doesn't have you in it."

"You don't?"

"No." His eyes were a little glassy. "You're my favourite person in the whole world. And I'm sorry it took me so long to catch up. But the truth is, I don't want to just be your friend, Y/N. If you're done waiting around for jerks that stand you up, I'm right here."

If you couldn't feel his hand holding yours, you could almost swear he was a vision brought on by your pain meds. But no, he was right here, and saying all of this to you. And finally, it was like things were falling into place.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I love you, Y/N."

Now you did sob. "I love you too." Your bottom quivered little. "This isn't exactly where I wanted to be when I told you."

"Hey, it's OK." Steve leaned forward and kissed your forehead.. He hovered for a little and then went for your lips, kissing you gently as if he was afraid you might break. When he pulled away you whined a little, which made him laugh. "Don't worry. I promise that won't be the last time I do that." He tucked himself on the edge of the bed, careful not to move you too much, and tucked an arm around you.

"Where's Nancy?" You asked, resting your head on his chest.

"She went to get Dustin, figured he'd want to see you and know you were OK."

"We were supposed to find Eddie, I messed everything up." You felt a sense of guilt, but Steve was quick to dismiss it.

"We'll still find him. You didn't ruin anything." He said softly. "I'm sure Dustin and the others can still track him down."

"And you?"