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"surely there's somewhere you really wanna go?"

you were sprawled half over gators naked body, your own covered by the thick quilt of your bed. his fingered played absentmindedly with the strands of your hair that had fallen free from your braid.

it was the last night of summer break before senior year, college applications had been sent, final exams were pending. the last day of pure freedom you spent with gator

speaking about random topics you were only half engaged in, your focus was more on the steadying thump of his heartbeat. it was warm, natural, comforting. so unbelievably fucking complicated.

"the beach maybe, i've never been"

"what?!"

"yeah.. i think that's where i'd go"

you dreamt that night of the beach, of you and gator at the beach on some sunny day far into the future. where getting out of leigh was a possibility, something guaranteed.

you and gator had a confusing relationship during the last two years of high school. you weren't dating officially because god forbid he'd be seen with you.

and honestly, you had a rep of your own and didn't want to be seen with him either. but that didn't stop you both from being so unbelievably drawn to one another.

your crowd and his didn't mix. he was a jock; disgustingly popular and a massive bellend. you were a nerd; quite and reserved with only a close circle of similar type friends.

everyone thought you hated each other, you had an almost famous rivalry in your school. he drove you up the walls, you pushed his buttons, your arguments were explosive until one day they just fizzled out between your sweat slicked bodies, crammed together in a random bathroom at a house party.

from that day, you fell in love. you managed to see the true gator for who he was, and the last 18 months of school became the best months.

but no one knew that you and gator saw something in each other. you saw a quiter, vulnerable side to gator. he equally saw a louder, more outgoing side to you.

you were career driven, desperate to get away from leigh and everything that attached itself to that place. gator on the other hand didn't care, he had a stable job reserved for him, one that he could flex and boast about and not have to go to any lengths ready, waiting for him the second he graduated.

in the silence of the nights that you spent together you saw that frail boy who was just desperate to be loved, to be seen, to be wanted. needed.

each time you lay, skin to skin under his cool cotton sheets, you peeled away his tough exterior piece by piece. and it was fair, because he did the same with you.

so much you quickly ended up as each others life line, the only person who know every thing, the first person to hear about a new thing.

but again no one knew, and that made it so much more complicated that it needed to be. because it was great that no one knew, it was just yours, something so delicate and personal that no one could take away or hurt.

however then came the pressures, the hiding, the secrets, the arguing. his friends hated you, your friends hated him. you were constantly stuck in a cycle of arguing at school because you had to, then only a few hours later making it up to each other in the back of his car.

it was the perfect mix, which is exactly why it couldn't work. not in that moment anyway.

even though it was never labeled, you broke up with him a few days before you left for college.

it ruined him. the one person he let in, the one person he could be true with, the one person who put up with his bullshit who was always there and understanding when he just wanted to let out his anger. she left.

the 'breakup' was messy. but you wanted it to be. you wanted to be angry, even though you felt you shouldn't, it felt wrong. after all there wasn't technically anything to break up.

it was more breaking the news to gator that you were leaving.

"two states away.." you whimpered, bracing for gator to go mental, silent tears already rolling down your cheeks.

you'd gone to his like normal, but you didn't step foot actually in the house. he looked like a kicked puppy when you didn't kiss him the second you arrived. and that moment you knew this was going to be one of the most difficult things you'll ever do.

"two states!"

"i have to go"

"sugar ya can't leave?"

"yes i can- unlike you i have dreams" you provoked him, needed him to be angry at you, as if that would make this easier.

"you'll never get out of here- no one does"

"you don't know that!"

"yes i do" he laughed. "your books and your college and your confidence don't change nothing"

"well maybe you just don't have dreams" you retaliated.

"we're all stuck here- you'll find out soon enough"

after a long hour filled with tearful begging from gator, you left him crying on his porch that night, destroyed yourself, without saying a proper goodbye, and didn't call. it killed you to do so, you missed him so much the second you turned away.

and you couldn't even tell anyone or confide in someone else over your heartbreak because they didn't know.

until you finally arrived at college a couple days later. this was the fresh start you'd been dreaming of for years. it was hard to swallow the fact that gator wouldn't be there.

because that tiny part of you had hoped he would be here too, getting a fresh start for himself with you. the first night was heartbreak all over again, so bad you phoned him and left a shaky voice mail when he ignored your call. a voicemail he never had the guts to listen to.

then came your roommate. someone you didn't know, a new person. someone you luckily got on with straight away.

after only a week you were best friends, and she knew everything about you and gator.

finally you were able to grieve.

and she was there after each holiday when the heartbreak would happen again.

because going back home during the holidays meant seeing gator, and that meant all your previously suppressed feelings came rushing back because you'd never ever fallen out of love with him.

especially when you woke up in bed next to him countless times after you'd both assured it was the last time.

"gate we can't keep doing this" you said between kisses the christmas of your first year

"just this once, let me have you just once more please" he begged, eyes glassy and desperate.

"you said that the last two times- this isn't healthy"

"i need you, it's all i think about"

"we should talk gator about us"

"don't need to sugar- just let me have you tonight"

despite your words, it happened again, and again, but you couldn't resist. plus stepping into the police force meant each time you came home he just got fitter and fitter.

which your roommate definitely didn't think was a valid reason, her being the one to deal with your reignited feelings, doubled and worse. especially when in your last year he ended up back in your regular phone list.

she had a point, you were basically torturing yourself with sleeping with him every time you went home just to leave him all over again and cause yourself agonising pain.

but the pain was addictive. and only he could sooth it.

after three years, graduating college should have been a celebration, a fresh beginning full of hope and pride.

but there was one thing in your mind; gators words. gators words from three years ago that he said just to make you angry.

"you'll never get out of here"

because in the few weeks you'd been back home, that was starting to seem more and more true.

no jobs relating to your degree came up in the area, or the surrounding areas. hell there were barley any regular weekend jobs in your area you could get.

no job, no money, no way of getting out.

you moved back in with your parents only a few streets away from the tillman ranch where gator still lived with his dad.

despite the fact you'd been home for over 20 days, and gator knew, you were yet to see him. you hadn't seen anyone from school really, having distanced yourself from pretty much everyone as soon as you could.

he haven't even text you. which was weird because for the last year he'd message at least once a week. links to social media, memories from your school years, random things just to piss you off.

sometimes, always later in the night it would be "i miss you".

he was normally high, fresh of a fuck from some girl he'd met at the bar, a girl he didn't know the name of but knew she looked like you.

you'd not mention it again even though it made your heart ache and your stomach hollow, tears seeping into your pillow as you slept. ignoring the messages from the guys who were interested in you, the guys you just couldn't bring yourself to be fully interested in back.

but that was the past now. now you were back home, now you had a chance to make things right with him, to talk.

you weren't planning on actually doing that tonight, definitely not but sometimes the universe has a way of pushing you into doing something it knows you were procrastinating.

the bar was dimly lit, pretty quiet for a friday evening but you didn't mind, if anything you preferred it like that. made it feel like there was less people there to possibly judge you.

but then the door opened and you just knew. you could tell by the shift in the air, by the way the door opened, by the sound of the boots on the hardwood floors, the sound of his voice at the bar.

gator.

before you could think about it, you stood slowly stepping towards the figure out the bar. He was standing away from you forearms pressed onto the edge of the counter, his shoulders tight and guarded, hair loose and falling into his eyes.

sliding next to him, you rested your arm next to his close enough you could feel the heat of his hand radiating onto yours. turning your head you face him, gators eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is set tight, back teeth grinding together and a habit that you knew all too well.

"gate?" you say quietly, cautiously, just loud enough to be heard over the dull hum of the radio.

his head turned so quick you thought it may fly off, brows shooting up in shock as he took a slight step back when his eyes focused on you.

you looked prettier than ever, slightly tired and kind of soft around the edges, one maybe two drinks in gator assumes by the flush on your cheeks that's starting to seep across to you ears.

"sugar.. you" he stutters.

"you knew i was home"

"yeah i did.. i thought maybe ya wouldn't want me botherin ya, now yer a college grad an' all that"

"i was waiting for you to call, fuck i thought you'd come round" you laugh, a tired almost disappointed laugh.

"though bout it, what ya doin 'ere anyway"

"same as you i can imagine"

on the bar counter, his hand inches closer, hardly enough to even see it. your eyes stay locked on one another, having already run out of words. well you could think of a million words to say, you could definitely think of three words to say but the weight of the small space between you crushes them.

but when the edge of his pinky finger grazes yours, neither of you can hold back. your gazes don't even drop to one others mouth before youre on each other, lips crashing together in a kiss that has already said more than you could piece together in your mind.

your hands leave the bar, wrapping around gators neck and anchoring him down as his arms cradle your whole body, pulling you so close to him you'd assume he was trying to smother you.

inside your chest, your heart beats dangerously fast, finding and matching gators like they've not been working properly without one another.

"gate" you whimper against his mouth.

"i'm here" he pulls back just enough to talk properly, your noses still touching.

"take me home"

"your place?" he confirms, already reaching to grab his keys.

"no. yours"

he looks at you for a moment, then smiles and kisses you again before dragging away from the bar and to the door, out into the cool air of the july evening.

throwing yourself into the passenger side of his cruiser, you reach over the console to grab gators jaw and pulling him in for another kiss.

now you've had the taste you can't stop, like literally need his warm lips against yours like you need oxygen in your lungs.

"princess, cmon i gotta drive"

"i've missed you”

"i know i missed ya too, fuck yer killin me"

he pries you off him, reaching over to secure your seatbelt for you in an excuse to steal another kiss, which you give over without a fuss.

your fingers lace together and rest on your thigh as gator drives to the ranch, a short drive that you were shocked he even drove to in the first place having been able to walk.

headlights flood the gravel ground of the ranch, illuminating the house and stables and fields you knew all too well, the porch that hosted the worst night of your life.

"gate" you interrupted him as he got out the car.

"what?"

"can we.. go in the back"

as if he knew, he nodded and helped you out the car, sealing his promise with a short, passionate kiss. his arm snaked around your waist as you walked around the house to the back door, the one that opened out into the kitchen across from the stairs.

"is anyone home?" you ask as the door opens to an eerily quiet house.

"nah- dads got the campaign next week so he's took the family to some place outa town"

"why are you here" you followed up as gator guided you up the stairs.

"that doesn't matta, 'ere with ya ain't i- that's better than anythin with them"

you smiled and linked your arms around his neck, kissing him deep as he walked you blindly into his bedroom.

that's when your hands began to messily rip away gators clothes, his doing the same to you. the mixed lot of fabric fell in random piled strewn out across his room, until you were both left completely bare.

gator was the one to break the kiss, instantly dropping his lips to your neck, sucking and biting marks into the skin before moving to your chest. he licked over your swell of your tits, pulling your peaked nipple into his warm mouth.

arching into him, you let out a content sigh, hands threading into his hair as his head travelled further and further south. licking over your belly, he dropped to his knees face to face with your burning core.

heat simmered low in your belly, turned up a notch from the pure sight of gator on his knees, looking up at you like you were the only thing in the world.

his hands pushed your hips to sit back on his bed, the mattress springing slightly under your weight. once you settled he pushed apart your thighs, drinking in the sight of your slick-shiny cunt.

inhaling through his nose, gator pressed his lips to your inner thighs, switching between them as he breathed in your scent, the scent he's been craving since the last time he saw you, since the last pair of your panties he stole had lost theirs.

"gate" you carded your fingers through his hair, so desperate and achy for him now.

gator buried his face in your pussy, eating you out like a man starved, in the way he knew you loved so much, in the way you had taught him to. the wet heat of his tongue pressed against your slit before his lips enveloped your sensitive clit.

the sounds coming from his mouth were wet and lewd, almost inaudible by the sounds coming out of your mouth, high, breathy moans and whimpers getting more desperate as you tumbled closer to your climax.

"oh fuuuck- yeah gate just like that- ugh that's so good, baby you’re so good" you choked out.

your praise made gators heart pull and his cock twitch almost painfully, bringing two of his fingers up to prod at your entrance, sliding in to the knuckle and curling at your sweet spot.

"gate- oh fuuuuck i'm so close"

falling down on the mattress, your back arched, pushing your hips up as you began to practically hump gators face. he moaned into your core, the vibration sending you over the edge, your pussy gushing and fluttering around his fingers as your clit throbbed against his flicking tongue.

gently, he rode out your orgasm, bringing you to the point just before overstimulation, hungry for more.

"taste so sweet, fuckin addictive she is" he stood, easing his fingers out of your hole and sliding his whole hand up your pussy.

"get up here" you demanded.

pushing on his shoulders, gator fell onto his own bed watching as you swung your leg over his hip, straddling him. his hands settled on your wait as he pushed himself up against the headboard so he could look at you.

look at you properly, the way he's been wanting to look at you for years.

"go on sugar, make yourself feel good on me, i ain't goin anywhere- 'm all yours" he whispered against your forehead as you watched your hand traced between your bodies.

wrapping your fingers around gators cock, you stroked him from base to tip, catching his precum with the pad of your thumb and bringing it back down his soft length.

he’s warm and heavy in your hand as you held his cock to your dripping pussy, letting your arousal cover him in a shiny layer of wetness.

guiding his head to your entrance, you move your head so you can press your forehand against gators, both watching when he disappears into your welcoming heat, filling you up with that familiar stretch.

whining against his mouth, you sink down all the way until your ass if flush against his thighs. you sit for a moment, re connecting your lips together before testing a shallow roll of your hips.

"fuuuck" gator moaned, his grip on your waist tightening for a second.

raising up until his tip was just grazing your entrance you slammed back down, setting a quick pace where gators cock kissed your cervix with each bounce.

his hands slid to your hips, helping your movements as your lips latched onto his throat, sucking a dark hickey into the skin covering his pulse point.

"shit gator- aah" you moaned and mewled into his shoulder hearing his own breathy groans above you and feeling the rough patch of hair on his chest brush against your sensitive nipples.

"god i missed ya"

"missed you so much" you slurred, overwhelmed by the feeling of gator just everywhere.

he sat forward, pushing his chest flush to yours as he started to shallowly fuck up into you, meeting your movements half way. the new angle sparked a fire in your belly, a second release close in sight.

throwing your head back, your arms wrapped around his neck as his locked around your waist, holding you so close as he mouthed at your throat.

"baby- feels so good, you’re so good f'me gate"

your praise again made gators cock twitch inside you, swelling slightly as he tried to hold back from cumming right then.

"yeah good- i'm good- just fer you" he repeated your words like a prayer as his lips found yours again in a messy kiss full of tongue.

"im so close gate- right there fuck"

you ground your hips down into him frantically as he continued to buck his up and meet you, the course patch of hair at his base creating the perfect amount of friction against your pulsating clit, just enough to snap the band in your lower belly.

"aaah- fuuuuck"

you arched and threw your head back, pressing your chest into gators as you shook in his arms, pleasure blooming from your centre and shooting up to all your limbs.

letting out a chest groan, gator followed behind you, pulling your down onto him and cumming hard inside you, filling you up until he felt his own spend dripping out onto his thighs.

"oh my god" you panted, collapsing forward onto gators chest.

"i love you" he whimpered above you, just as breathless.

"really?”

he hummed in confirmation, sliding his and your body down the bed until you were laying flat over him, your head resting over his heart.

"i love you gate"

you felt him exhale in relief underneath you, holding you closer and starting to rub soothingly over your back.

you fell into a brief moment of quiet, something reassuring but also so terrifying. the realisation that you'd confessed to loving each other crashing down along with the fact that was the softest sex you'd ever had with gator.

"what yer plans then, gonna leave me again, like always" he grumbled, trying to blur the tone back into how it normally is after you'd slept together.

"don't say that i had to go back"

"well ya don't have to go back anymore so what? ya always know"

"i don't.." you swallowed back the tears that were threatening your waterline. "i don't know"

"ya must know something"

"i know i really don't want go without you"

"go where?"

"anywhere, we could get out of here.." you whispered into his shoulder

"it always pissed me off but this is one of the things i liked about you- you always believed you could do something great"

"why don't you believe you can too"

"cuz sugar im realistic"

"that doesn't have to be the reality"

he scoffed and continued tracing patterns against the soft skin of your back.

"we could get out, together" you lifted your head up, finding his eyes.

"you really think so" he asked, a small glimmer of hope behind his eyes that you'd only seen maybe once or twice.

"you just need to belive a bit harder"

you shifted to settle on his front properly, resting on your elbows beside his head, cupping his jaw in your palms.

"we can go anywhere you want. say the place we'll go right now" you nudged your nose against his, watching his eyes flutter shut.

he thought about his job now, how he just walked into it and never gave anything else the time of day. opening his eyes, he looked to the door that was still open, having had no need to shut the emptiness out.

"really?" he whispered looking away from the empty house and back to you with glossy eyes.

"we're adults now gate, this isn't wishful thinking anymore"

a flashback to this exact same conversation 4 years ago crossed your mind, only a few days before your first day of senior year. even though you seemed confident this whole time, you knew you were still a kid at the time, and nothing was a promise.

but not anymore.

"there's no one stopping us- i was always gonna come back for you"

"the beach" he whispered against your lips. "can we go to the beach?"

"Fuck.. Steve"

you were sat on your small bedroom desk, pushed between the wall and Steve's body, your legs apart wrapped tightly around his waist pulling him closer, his hands flat on the table beside your ass.

your dad was at work and El was at Max's so fortunately for both of you, you could be as loud as you wanted. which Steve loved.

"Oh god"

the wooden table was creaking under you in time with Steve's rhythmic movements, the back of it hitting the wall every time.

your school work was long gone, in a messy pile on the floor, crushed by your makeup bag which spilled out products all over the carpet.

that was not on your mind right now.

as your hands reached up around Steve's neck, you pulled on the hair at the bottom of his head, forcing a deep groan from his throat.

throwing your head back, you gave him a fresh patch of skin he was yet to claim with this mouth. he immediately jumped at this opportunity, latching onto your neck, sucking and biting at the flesh until purple marks blossomed under his lips.

"Fuck—"

the more you pulled on his hair the faster his hips moved, causing the heat in your lower stomach to grow.

one of his hands moved from the edge of the desk to grip onto your hip, helping you to meet each of his movements.

"fuck yes baby" He breathed into your neck, his lips pressing into the sensitive spot under your ear sent you over the edge.

you let out a choked moan, tightening your legs and arching your back causing you to slightly lift up off the desk beneath you subsequently causing Steve’s climax.

you dropped your head down onto his shoulders as his movements died down and his other hand came up to cradle your neck, holding your close to his body.

your chests rose and fell in sync as you started to come down from your highs, sweat slicked bodies pressed together trying not to move and spread the mess between your legs.

but unfortunately that sweet moment of quiet bliss was cut unexpectedly short.

the sound of the front door aggressively slamming shut made you both throw your heads up and look to your slightly open bedroom door, Steve almost dropping you with shock.

"shit is that—"

"can't be- he's at work"

as your desk, where you sat naked infront of steve, was inline with the door, Steve quickly and instinctively carried you away, reluctantly separating himself from you as he did.

"[Y/N]?" Hoppers voice echoed loudly into your room.

"shit it is"

"what do we do"

Steve dropped you down into your bed and scrambled at the floor, getting his jeans back on.

your heart was racing as you do the same, grabbing a stray pyjama shirt from your bed and pulling on your underwear.

"[Y/N] ARE YOU HOME?"

"why does he always sound so angry—"

Steve was awkwardly fumbling with his jeans as you found his polo shirt, lifting it up and pulling it over his head, helping him to get decent as quick as possible.

you step away and head to the door, shushing Steve and pointing to the window urging him to prepare to escape out of it.

"yeah I'm here.." you finally emerge out of the door and are faced with your dad right by your bedroom.

"is someone else here?" he questioned immediately, voice thick with suspicion.

"what no?" you squeaked, wincing at your own attempt at a lie.

"I thought I heard"

"no."

he tried to peer around your body to look into your room, instead you stepped out further and shut the door on him, smiling up awkwardly when he furrowed his brows in confusion.

"why is there loads of stuff on the floor?"

"what?"

"it looked like all your desk stuff was on the floor"

"oh right, yeah I needed space for a project I was doing earlier, just haven't cleaned up yet..."

you tried to stay as calm as possible, inching past your dads huge body and into the kitchen as if that's what you came out to do anyway.

"why are you home so soon?" you attempted to change the subject.

"I left my hat"

"oh no, your hat"

"I know.. heartbreaking" his tone softened to match yours, causing your heart to calm slightly.

".. you should really get ready and go outside at some point today" he continued as he picked up his hat from the couch

"oh yeah.." you muffle as you shove some bread into your mouth. "yeah definitely"

you weren't sure what you were doing but you just wanted to look busy and focus on standing up straight, like your secret boyfriend didn't just fuck away your ability to think or stand straight.

"slow down with that" he pointed to the loaf of bread in front of you. "we need it for tonight" he said cautiously, squinting his eyes with definite suspicion.

you slowly look down at the piece in you had in your hand and turn around to see your dad approach the front door.

"I'll be back about 5, but im picking up El from maxs”

“okay, yeah see you later!"

“your shirts inside out by the way”

and with that he was out the house, door shutting harshly behind him, leaving you in silence. slowly, your peer down to your tshirt and notice that one, it’s steve’s shirt and two, it is inside out.

brilliant.

you drop the bread and run back to your room, bursting through the door just hoping that Steve hadn't ran away during the events that took place outside.

instead of seeing him half out the window like expected, he was standing at your desk re-organising everything that he had previously pushed off.

"Steve.."

"close call right.. I'm guessing he didn't say anything" he awkwardly laughed.

"no.. but I really thought he was going to for a second"

"safe for another day..”

he let go of the last book and turned to face you properly, stretching his arms out asking you to take them.

you step forward quickly but are stopped by steve’s hand on your shoulder, his brows furrow and he tilts his head looking at your shirt.

“yes i know.. dad pointed it out”

pulling you into his embrace with an amused smile, he runs his hands down your back and over your bum, giving it a playful squeeze.

"so... he's definitely gone now?"

you look up and are met with a cheeky smirk which you couldn't help but match, and you didn't even have time to answer before he was guiding you over to your bed and undressing you once again.

praying not to be interrupted.

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Fingers 🔥

Little look 🔥

5 months ago you fell pregnant, and gator could not have been happier.

in the last couple weeks, your belly had gone from being bloated to an actual baby bump, and it was driving gator crazy.

he wanted to fuck you every time he saw you, bend you over, throw you down, pound into you relentlessly, fuck you stupid, thank you physically for being able to fulfil his fantasy.

all under the disguise of “easing your aches”

and as much as you wanted that, like really wanted that - hormones running wild and eveything - you couldn't, stressing to him that he had to be gentle.

gentle, being a word that wouldn't be your first choice to describe gator. but he was gentle, so heartbreakingly careful.

even though the words out of his mouth were far from.

"fuuuck yeah angel- ya look so fuckin good so full of me- so fuckin full of sin" gator groaned against your lips as he fucked his cock into you, deep and slow.

"gate- so good" you whined, sprawled on the mattress with gator on top of you hardly processing his words as his cock made your head fuzzy.

a pillow was resting under your hips, one that gator had spent about 5 minutes making sure was in the right place, not too soft or firm.

your head was thrown back where gators forearms pressed into the mattress, one hand curling around one of your own, his other stroking your hair line with devastating softness.

since becoming pregnant he had to adjust and keep himself from pushing down on your lower stomach like he usually likes to do, switching to fisting the sheets or lightly rubbing your full belly.

"seeing ya walk around everyday, 'nd now yer proper showin.. fuuuck"

you cry out when gators cock hits that spot deep inside you with an extra bit of force, his own words urging him on.

the chain of your cross necklace clinked against the metal headboard of your bed where it now lives with each movement from gators hips.

his cock twitches inside you, leaking from the swollen head as the sight of his pregnant girl below him clouds his mind.

"yer so pretty- so fuckin pretty all mine, i can't believe yer mine" he whimpers into your skin as his lips kiss over your face.

"'m all yours gatey"

kneeling back on his calf's, gator carefully takes your right leg, pulling it up and bending your knee over his shoulder, his left arm wrapping around your thigh and holding it tight to his chest. all without changing his rhythm.

"aah fuuck" you moan, the new angle allowing his cock impossibly deeper.

his other hand rubs over the swell of your belly in the direction of your core, before settling over your mound, his thumb slipping over the sensitive, puffy nerves of your clit.

"that the spot babygirl?" gator chuckled under his breath, feeling your walls squeeze around him at the sudden, extra stimulation.

"mffh yeahhh" you mewled, back arching as much as your belly allowed.

your hands scrambled to find gators, one settling under your stomach the other laced with the fingers that pressed into the plush of your thighs.

gators eyes tracked the way your tits bounced upwards with each of his thrusts, already swelling with pregnancy, slowly filling up ready for 4 months time.

leaning forward slightly, gator let go of your leg, placing your hand there to keep it up and taking his hand to your chest.

under his big palms, your boobs move like water, softness spilling out between his fingers which he finds and rolls your peaked nipples between.

"ngghh baby" you whined, eyes rolling back.

"can't wait for these to be filled with milk, overflowing fer me- all big and soft"

you raised onto you elbows, dropping your leg and pushing your chest up so that gator was able to lean further over and latch his mouth onto you.

he moaned into your tits, hand pushing them together and sticking his face between the two, biting sucking licking and spitting.

around gators back where you locked your ankles, your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, heat bubbling over deep in your core.

"gate!"

"gonna cum sweets? cum all over my cock, i can feel ya so close"

he kissed up your neck, finding your lips as you fell apart underneath him, your organs crashing over in a warm wave of pleasure.

with a couple more frantic thrusts, gators brows furrowed and he released inside you with a chest groan, straining on his arms to keep him hovering above you and not collapsing onto your belly which he could feel gently press up into his own stomach.

"god i love you"

you grumbled into his mouth, a mix of 'i love you too' and 'don't say that word' closing you eyes and making no attempt to get gator to pull out of you.

"you okay? feel okay?" he whispered after a moment.

"i'm good, i need to get off my back though"

"shit of course"

slowly, so carefully he let his softening cock slip out of you, watching his hot spend leak out of you.

he pulls the pillow from behind you, holding your hands to pull you to sit up before helping you lay down on your side, slotting the same pillow under your bump.

"do you want a bath?" he murmured against your belly, pressing his lips over the stretched skin.

"mm that would be nice"

looking up at you from your middle, he pressed one last, long kiss to your belly button then jump up to go to the bathroom, ready to drop everything to pamper you.

everyone assumed you and steve hated each other, even the both of you. well they used to.

because now the whole of hawkins was locked down and you were all forced to spend every minute of every day together in a dimly lit radio station basement, the feelings of hatred were beginning to blend into something more.. grey.

now, all your friends were telling you that you had feelings for steve. like sexual attraction kind of feelings, which you denied every time.

but each denial made your gut fill with something that felt weirdly similar to guilt. guilt for denying your feelings that were clearly very obvious.

still they didn't let up, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore them.

each time you were in the same room with steve your heart rate sped up, you avoided eye contact even though you spent the whole time looking at him waiting for him to notice you. which was all the time, because he did notice you, because he was in the exact same situation.

you had nancy and robin on your ass all the time about it. "you need to just kiss him, be honest about your feelings"

steve had jonathan and eddie on his ass all the time. "why don't you two just fuck already?"

even the younger kids had started to catch onto it, that's when it got impossible to ignore.

you both denied it to your friends, to yourselves, but no words could successfully deny the tension that simmered between you two.

the only way you could push aside the chest aching feeling of want for steve was to argue with him, was to try and force him into making you mad enough to forget your attraction.

because that's all it was right? attraction. pure, physical unadulterated lust because he was good looking, really good looking.

but it wasn't. because if it was the idea of sleeping with him to get over it would settle your nerves. if it was just attraction you wouldn't find yourself hyper focusing on the small details of his personality. if it was just attraction you wouldn't feel nauseating jealously when he so much as breathed near another girl.

the only thing that made you not feel like a massive bitch for this was that you knew steve was the exact same. robin had told you, and it was just kind of obvious.

so why not just be honest? why keep up this tiring game of pretending to hate each other when inside the ache for his full attention was eating you alive.

you think you're just in too deep, the possibility of being honest is too far gone, and maybe it's gotten to the point where you like the pain that the chase gives you. maybe that's just what you wanted.

well tonight, that was the exact question on steve's mind, and he was determined to get an answer. wether it was the one he desired or not.

another overnight planning, another night without sleep, another night arguing with steve.

but you weren't feeling it. the lack of sleep in the past few days was catching up to you, having spent most nights awake thinking of steve and every interaction you'd had that past day, micro analysing his words, expressions, the one time his knuckle brushed yours and you though you were going to pass out.

a dull ache crept up on you, through your neck and into the sides of your head, pushing against your skull with tension that hardly came close to what was festering between you and steve.

"you just always have to have the last word don't you harrington" you huffed over the planning sheet that had been the start of another, familiar, empty argument.

"well you always give me the perfect opportunity to" he smiled, knowing he was pushing you to the limit.

"you know what i just-" you leaned back in your chair, pressing your fingertips into your temples in an attempt to push back the achy pressure siting there.

"i don't have the energy for this" you kicked back your chair with a shrill scraping sound and stormed off up the stairs into the kitchen.

everyone fell silent, even steve, not used to you giving up on an argument with anyone let alone him so soon.

"did i- go too far" steve choked out, looking between the faces of all the older teens sat around the table you just left.

"no more than usual" nancy shrugged.

"cmon that was literally nothing you're normally strangling eachother by now" jonathan observed.

"pretending they don't wanna kiss" robin added.

"oh my god! you fucked!" eddie screamed.

"NO!" steve shut down, standing up from his chair. "i'm gonna go after her"

"is that a good idea" robin asked.

"she might appreciate it" nancy agreed.

"go kiss her" eddie said flatly, holding his hands up innocently when everyone looked at him.

"i doubt that's what she needs right now" jonathan said.

steve didn't play into it, mainly because in his head he was agreeing with eddie. this was getting too out of hand and one more 'argument' like this then your chances of anything good were going to be gone quicker steve's will to live during these crawl plans.

as you were digging around the emergency first aid for some paracetamol, you hear the door open. somehow you just know, like your body can sense him even when you can't see him or don't want to accept it.

"are you okay?”

the sincerity in his voice makes your heart ache, makes you want to scream and cry and hit him and collapse in his arms and let him take care of you.

"headache" you say instead, keeping your back to him and your face as straight as possible.

"can i ask you something?"

you shrug in response, trying not to listen to the way his footsteps get close and closer behind you.

"darling?"

you hated how much you loved hearing that word fall from his lips. he normally said it in a patronising way just to wind you up, which it did, but this time it was softer, more directed actually for you rather than at you.

"ask me then?" you turned around.

it all happened quicker than a single breath. steve's hand wrapped around your wrist, the warmth of his fingers against your rapid pulse point make your legs weak.

then, he lunged forward, pulling on your arm to get you to meet him half way, and kissed you.

not hard, but not soft. desperate. his lips moved against yours releasing months of unspoken feelings, and you.. kissed him back.

"jesus steve what are you-" your mind caught up with what was happening and you freed your wrist to push him away from you.

both gasping for air you stared at each other for a beat. his cheeks were flushed a pretty pink shade, his lips already slightly puffy and shiny with your spit. you stared into his blown out pupils with your own wide eyes.

"tell me this isn't what you want-" he whispered. "tell me to stop and i'll walk away and i’ll never speak to you again but i know you don't hate me. i know you want-"

you cut him off with your lips on his, fingertips digging into his neck where your palms held his head still.

your mind was racing but you pushed it aside to just revel in the moment of steve's warm mouth locked on yours.

and in that moment you realised this was the feeling that you've been chasing after for months. all the arguments, stolen looks, touches you pretended never happened, sleepless nights crying over him, touching yourself over him.

this was it.

you whimpered into his mouth, his hands gripped your waist tight, your teeth clashed, your fingers pulled at his hair, your tongues twisted together, your back hit the counter.

"ah!"

"shit"

you broke the kiss, pulling your faces away far enough to focus your eyes on each other, close enough to be breathing the same breath.

"steve"

"i know"

"i need you so bad"

"im all yours, always been yours"

you rack your brain for somewhere to go, somewhere right now, when you remember the broken radio booth.

the one at the end of the hall no one ever went into because you couldn't get signal from in there and it was too far away from the record shelf's.

"cmon" you take steve's hand and pull him out the kitchen, down the hall, past his and robins booth, past the spare, round the corner, then.

"get in" your hands push at his shoulders, he stumbles back into the space

"sure no one will come in?"

"i'm sure- but i don't even care"

there's a sofa sat against the back wall, the one that you all had hopper swap out for a bigger one when you first took over the station. infact all of this booth is used for storage, random lamps, bits of furniture.

steve falls onto the sofa first, you follow him down, settling on his lap, your thighs bracketing his hips.

you reattach your lips, pushing your tongue against the seal of his. he opens, allowing you into explore his mouth on your terms.

your hands hold his jaw tight, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as his hands remove his own belt, throwing it aside then palming your ass through your jeans.

feeling his request, you reach down and unbutton them, awkwardly shimming out of them whilst trying to keep kissing him and stay on his lap.

"hey sweet girl, let me"

standing slightly, he pushed your jeans to your knees, his own to his mid thigh leaving your both half undressed from the waist down. you watched, trying to ignore the way his words gave you butterflies that were so strong it almsot hurt.

you sat back down, your hand palming his bulge through the fabric of his underwear as his fingertips brushed over the damp cotton of your panties.

"so wet baby"

"want you so bad, please"

he pulls the fabric aside, fingers dipping into your slick at the same time you pull at the waist band of his boxers, his cock jumping out.

he's thick and heavy against his lower stomach, tip flushed pink and leaking with want. you wrap your hand around him, looking small against his length and he lets out a shaky breath.

slowly, you lift up, dragging his shaft through your wet folds, making the skin of his length shine with your arousal.

you rub his head against your clit, then down to your hot entrance, when he grabs your jaw and forces your head up.

"you sure" he asks

"so sure"

with a kiss you sink down, whimpering as his cock stretches you out the further you force him in.

"slow down- fuuuck" steve holds your hips, fingers pressing bruised into your skin.

"steve god you're so big" you bit his bottom lip, making his cock twitch against your walls.

"you feel so good darling, fucking made for me"

you nod, sucking his bottom lip between yours, starting a slow, soft kiss as your ass meets his thighs.

feeling so full, you roll your hips in a circle, getting that last bit of stretch to fade into addictive pleasure.

"baby- if you can please move, need to feel you

steve's hands stay on your hips as you lift up and drop down, starting a rhythmic bounce on his dick, sticky wet sounds already forming from each time he disappeared into you.

whining and mewling into his mouth, your hands held onto steve's shoulders, nails digging crescent shaped marks.

"you're so warm, feel so good around me- shit i don't think i can last long"

"neither- fuck- you fill me up so good"

"been dreaming of this for so long- too long"

"me too, wanted to feel you like this for months"

you kiss his neck, sucking marks into his soft skin as he attempts to do the same. your bodies are tangled on this shitty sofa in a random radio booth, desperately chasing release and looking to claim one another in any way you can.

heat bubbles in your abdomen, your hips burning and stuttering in their pace.

"no keep going darling"

"im trying" you breath out, your sweat slicked forehead falling against steve's.

holding your hips, steve begins thrusting up into you, his gummy head hitting deeper than before. you feel him kiss your cervix once, twice, three times, then your walls clamp down on him, fluttering around his twitching cock.

"steeveee i'm- gonna cum"

"fuuck cum with me"

his hips are erratic under you, fucking up into you with pure desperation, meeting your bounces half way until you both still at the same time.

your thighs are trembling as the bubbles overflow in your belly, spreading warmth throughout your bones. you fall against steve's chest, hips rocking shallowly against his as he spills his spend inside you, painting your walls with his hot cum.

you feel the groan that comes from his chest under you, your own moans being muffled by the skin of his neck.

wrapping his arms tight around your waist, steve presses a kiss to your temple.

"you okay?"

"mhm" you let out, nuzzling into his neck, not wanting to break the moment and return back to your reality.

"darling?"

"what do we do" you whisper, scared that the moment will hear you and break itself.

"take it slow.. it's all we can do"

"but how do we go from hating eachother to.."

"did we ever actually hate each other?" he asked, a tone of vulnerability in his shaky voice.

"i don't think so" you replied, sighing as you let the truth come out.

"i knew everyone said you liked me but- i don't know a part of me was scared you genuinely did just hate me" steve confessed quietly, his hands running up and down your back.

"i didnt, i couldn’t- i wanted to i don't even know why..." you began. "i thought it would be easier to hate you than to be in love with you but it made it worse and i just got so caught up in trying to hate you i couldn't find my way back out"

your voice was shaky as you cut yourself off, feeling your eyes begin to sting at the corners.

"i know that makes literally no sense" you laughed, shaking your head finally lifting it off steve's shoulder to look at him, your hands holding steve's neck.

"no i get it- i completely get it i felt the same until i just... realised i really wanted to love you more than i wanted to hate you" he looked tilted his head slightly, looking at your beautiful, glassy eyes.

"do you.. love me?" you whispered, eyes widening at his words.

"if i didn't, none of this would have happened"

"the sex?"

"everything, starting from the hating" he admitted. "i love you"

a tear overflowed and fell down your cheek, which steve lent forward to kiss away without thinking.

"been wanting to do that every time i saw you cry"

you let out a watery laugh, nudging your nose again steve's.

"i love you" you whispered against his mouth, closing the small distance in a kiss that you hoped would be the first of many "i love yous"

“everyone’s gonna be unbearable”