nicole 𝜗ৎ

you and joe were sprawled out together in the middle of your huge couch, halfway through a new film you'd both been dying to watch.

it had your full attention, your head resting in joes lap with his fingers in your hair, playing absentmindedly with the soft strands.

that was until your phone rang, vibrating loudly against the wooden coffee table.

"jesus"

you sat up from joes lap, the sound making you jump so much your heart rate tripled. reaching over you saw your friends name in big bold letters across the screen.

"shit, can you pause this baby?"

"who is it?"

"just dan"

"oh right"

you answered the phone, immediately greeted with a frantic rush of words from the other side.

"woah dan slow down!"

joe looked over, brows furrowed in a silent question of 'what's he saying'. you shook your head at him, going to say something before being cut of by dan

"dan... he's right here" you mumbled.

joe huffed, dropping his body back against the sofa as you stood up, heading for the kitchen to talk on the phone without interruptions.

twenty minutes later, you came back dropping back onto the sofa and immediately reaching over to joe.

instead of reaching back for you, he stiffened up, not putting his phone down.

"joe.."

"hmm"

"joe what's wrong?”

"nothing"

"well there's something"

he didn't answer, pushing himself further back into the sofa pillows, his frown deepening.

"baby.." you crawled closer, putting on a sickly sweet voice for him.

he finally looked up, only for a second but it was enough to catch your eye as you stalked closer, eventually climbing up and settling on his lap.

"joe baby talk to me what's wrong"

talking his phone out of his hands, he finally looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face, but you knew what he was thinking.

"just-" he started

"just what?"

"dan" he mumbled under his breath, dipping his head down to avoid eye contact with you.

and there it was.

"baby" you cupped his cheeks in your hands, forcing his to look back up.

"don't-"

"there's nothing to worry about.

"but he's been calling you all the time recently, every time you leave, don't let me hear any of it.. makes me think there's something with you two" joe rushed out, his voice quiet and vulnerable.

your heart sank.

"i promise it's nothing, nothing personal"

"but princess-"

"i know, but you have to understand there's nothing going on with us, you're the only one for me, always will be"

gradually leaning in as you spoke, your lips brushed against joes at the end of your sentence.

"let me show you" you whispered, finally kissing him properly.

joe melted into the kiss straight away, laying under you completely dazed, allowing you to lead and deepen the kiss.

as you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, you began to roll your hips gently against joes, slowly feeling him harden against you.

threading your fingers through his hair, his hands found your hips, gently slipping under your shorts to rest his palms on your soft skin.

speeding up your hips, joe let a soft moan slip out into your mouth, fingers pressing into your hips.

breaking the kiss, you trailed your lips down joes jaw to his neck, kissing and sucking over the skin.

"i love you joe" kiss "there's no one else" kiss "i'm all yours" kiss "only yours"

you pulled back, slipping your hands under his tshirt, bunching it up by his armpits, scratching your nails up into the hair on his chest.

he leant forward, allowing you to take it off completely, throwing it blindly across the room. you dipped your head down, licking and kissing over joes chest and down his stomach.

"princess, please"

joe was squirming underneath you, guiding your hips down to rut against his hard, aching bulge.

you sit back, taking joes hands in your own and moving them off your hips to push them into the sofa pillow above his head.

with one hand you held joes, the other pulled at his sweatpants waistband, freeing his cock.

you watched it practically fly out of the confinements of his underwear, falling heavy against his lower stomach, pre cum leaving a shiny line on his skin.

"keep your hands up there" you said, in which joe nodded submissively before you'd even finished speaking.

taking his cock in both hands, you pumped him slowly, letting your thumb brush gently across his slit.

"fuck" joe breathed out, pupils blown wide, locked on the movements of your hands.

opening your mouth, you lean over, a glob of saliva falling from your tongue onto the head of his cock.

your thumb caught it, dragging it down with the rest of your hand, coating his length with a shiny layer of wetness.

his hips bucked up, fucking his cock in your fist before you let go, warning him to stop moving.

"please, need your pussy- stop teasing"

his hands flew to your body, holding anywhere he could until you took them in your own.

"hands to yourself"

"no- please"

"you need my pussy baby?"

"so bad"

you nodded slowly, staring into his pleading eyes as you shimmied out of your shorts, leaving you bare from the waist down.

"need me to show you who she belongs to"

"uh huuh" joe whimpered.

lifting onto your knees you drop your bare core down onto his length, gliding it through your slick folds, gasping when his head nudges your clit.

your hands braced on his shoulder, joes awkwardly gripping onto the arm of the sofa behind his head.

"gonna let me show you how much i'm yours"

"yeah, show me i need it"

you shifted on joes lap, lining his cock up with your entrance and sank down slowly until your ass met his thighs again, stretching around his fat length.

"fuuuuck" joe groaned, eyes slipping shut.

you could see his biceps flexing by his head, restraining his need to touch you, to buck his hips up into yours.

just to get his eyes open, you squeezed your cunt around him, rolling a shallow circle with your hips.

"oh- so tight- princess please"

very slowly, you peel off your tank top letting your boobs fall free into joes face. his eyes widened, hips attempting to thrust up and force some friction.

"you wanna touch me?"

"god yes"

he sat up and turned to rest against the back of the sofa, hands hovering over your waist as you enjoyed the feeling of being so full.

"go on- i'm all yours, only yours"

in an instant joe lunged forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, feeling all over your back, up your spine and down to the curve of your hips.

"please move, need to feel you"

you couldn't tease anymore, how could you when joe was looking up at you with the most beautifully pleading puppy eyes you'd ever seen.

your hands came up to his neck, pulling joe in to kiss you as you raised up until only the tip of his cock was still inside you.

as you dropped down, joe gasped against your mouth, giving you an opportunity to shove your tongue in, tasting every inch of him.

you set a slow deep pace, bouncing carefully on joes cock in time with your kiss. each bounce made your ass ripple under joes hands, his fingers pressing bruises into the skin.

joe broke the kiss, chest heaving and gasping for air as you quickened your pace on his dick.

"oh god"

foreheads pressed together, you both look down and watch him disappear into you over and over again for a minute, sharing the same breath, moaning against each others lips.

"like that baby?" you whisper.

"yeah- fuck- just like that"

joes lips made their way down your neck, placing hot open mouth kisses in a trail towards your chest.

as he got to your chest he was practically just licking and mouthing at you, over the swell of your tits until his mouth found your pebbles nipples.

you arched your back as he suckled on your sensitive nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through your whole body and a wave of arousal to your already dripping cunt.

"shit-"

the new angle made joes cock drag against your spongey walls over and over, hitting deep in your stomach.

"joe- fuck"

he moaned into your boob, pulling off your nipple with a lewd pop, leaving it wet and puffy just to switch over to the other one.

the coil in your lower stomach was tightening rapidly, each time joes cock kissed your cervix mixed with the stimulation of his mouth on your chest.

"you're gonna make me cum- feels so good joe, so good for me" you mewled, hips moving erratically, chasing your release.

"yeah- gonna- so close" joe blabbered into your chest, mouthing and biting it.

your hands tightened in joes hair as the band snapped and you came undone on top of him, pulling his head back to kiss him and whisper against his lips.

"cum for me baby- want you to fill me up, mark me as your own”

the way your cunt was clenching around him and the filth of your words pushed him over the edge, his hips bucking up to force his cock impossibly deeper inside you.

you felt him spill inside you, flooding your walls with his hot cum as his head dropped onto your shoulder with a deep groan.

"joe" you whispered into his ear, kissing his neck just under.

he looked up at you, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, sheen of sweat on his forehead. the sight made you melt completely.

"i love you so much" you nudged your nose against his cheek, which you felt tighten when he smiled.

"i love you, 'm sorry for getting all jealous"

"it's okay"

"it's not like i don't trust you”

"i know- shows you care"

you kissed him again, a soft press of your lips against his.

"cmon let's go upstairs"

carefully, you finally lift of him standing up infront of joe, reaching your hands out to take his and pull him up off the sofa.

grabbing your phone but leaving your clothes all around the living room and the tv on standby, you guide joe up the stairs into your bedroom.

pushing back the duvet, you jumped into bed on your back, holding your arms open for joe to collapse right into.

his head rested on your bare chest, cushioned by the curves of your boobs as his hands found your waist.

after only a few minutes, joes breathing evened out and his body became heavy on top of yours as he fell into sleep.

you looked down at him, fingers on one hand threading into his hair making your chest tighten as your other hand picked up your phone.

venue all sorted for joes birthday, you've done well with this- he's lucky to have you. — dan

Steve had you pressed into the couch, hovering over you, one arm wrapped around your waist, while the other held his body up from crushing you.

Not that you would have minded.

His lips are firmly planted against yours, practically devouring your face with how hard he was going.

Your hands were wrapped around Steve’s neck, fingers looping in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging softly at the strands.

Steve groans.

The sound vibrates against your lips, you whine in return, arching your back into him.

“Sounds pretty” Steve mumbles.

The words are shared between your lips, breathy and low, his words meant for you and only you.

“Stevie” You sound just as breathy, more high pitched and whiny.

The arm around your waist loosens for a moment, Steve’s hand wandering up the sweater you’re wearing, palms scraping against your warm skin.

With the skills of a man who knows what he’s doing, Steve smooths his palm over your ribs, fingers gliding over the expanse of your skin, you shiver in delight, gasping as his nimble edge at your bra.

Those long fingers fiddle for a moment, following the seams of your bra, before he reaches the clasp at your back, with a subtle flick of his wrist, it comes loose, hanging around your chest, useless.

“I don’t know whether to be turned on, or worried, that you’re so good at that” You breathed, using one of your hands to reach beneath your shirt and maneuver the bra off your body, throwing it down on the ground.

“Turned on” Steve nodded, a smug smile on his lips. “Definitely turned on”

You rolled your eyes, pulling Steve back into your embrace, kissing his smug smile right off his face.

You left one hand twisting and hugging at Steve’s hair, while the other traversed down his back, gripping the back of his shirt in a tight fist, pushing down slightly, wanting him to be closer.

Steve followed your subtle direction without much coaxing, his hips slotting right against your parted legs.

His jean clad thighs brushed up against your bare legs, your skirt hiked up around your waist.

Steve grinds his hips down, the hardened bulge in his jeans brushing right up against your core.

“Shit” Steve moans, pressing his forehead against yours.

He does the motion against, grinding down on you a little harder, right down on your dampened underwear.

You let out a deep sigh, biting down on your lip as your hips buck up to meet Steve’s motions.

“That feels good Stevie” You whimper.

“Yeah” Steve’s grinning now, sliding his jean clad bulge up and down, over and over your center. “You like that sweetheart?”

“So much” You nodded quickly, eyes slipping shut.

Steve hums softly nudging your face with his nose, placing gentle kisses against your cheeks, down the slope of your neck.

The kisses are hot and wet, his teeth biting down softly on your skin, tongue lapping at the fresh bites, soothing the marks.

The hand under your shirt was now pressing against your stomach, reaching up to cup one of your breasts on his large hand, squeezing it.

“So fucking pretty” Steve mumbles into your neck, biting down a little harder this time.

You back arches again, pressing your chest right into his open palm, fingers tugging harshly at his hair in retaliation.

Steve moans at the feeling.

“Please Stevie” You say, your hand slipping beneath his shirt now, clutching at his muscled back.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart” Steve breathes the words against your skin, peering up at you with hooded eyes. “Use those pretty little words”

Your lips part, ready to demand Steve to fuck the ever loving life out of you, but you don’t get the chance.

Because, your front door swings open.

Hinges groaning with the force, door slamming against the wall.

And Robin comes storming in.

“I need your help, desperately, like you don’t even know how much I need your help right now” She comes in like a whirl wind, talking a mile a minute.

She’s so busy trying to talk her way into the apartment that she doesn’t even know what she’s interrupted.

You and Steve freeze, his face is still pressed into your neck, one hard gripping tightly at your breast. Your hand is shoved up his shirt, the other is holding onto Steve’s hair like your life depended on it.

Not to mention, you were spread out on the couch, with Steve grinding down on you like there’s no tomorrow.

“I asked Vickie on a date, like a real life actual date and I have no idea what I’m doing, and I'm so freaking nervous…and you know what I'm like when I'm nervous, I can’t shut up” Robin is still talking at super human speed, pacing the floor of your living room, tugging harshly at the strands of her short hair.

You feel hot all over, and not in the way Steve was making you feel hot mere seconds ago, this was pure embarrassment.

Steve wasn’t doing much better, he refused to look at Robin, refused to look at you, his face was beat red, ready to explode.

“I need you guys to talk me down, cause right now, I’m ready to throw myself off a really tall bridge, well not a really, really tall bridge, just tall enough that I get like, a little hurt…not like kill myself worthy, you know?” Robin continues to talk, but for the first time since she barged into your apartment, she looked directly at you and Steve.

The position was compromising to say the least.

“Oh god!” Robin shouted, covering her eyes with her hands. “Gross guys, you have a bedroom specifically made for stuff like this”

“You kinda barged into our apartment, without warning” You mumbled, finally finding the courage to push Steve off you.

Steve went willingly, situating himself on the total opposite side of the couch, not touching you at all.

You rigidly sat up, smoothing down your shirt, but realized that your bra was on the floor. You kicked it under the couch and crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide the fact that you currently weren’t wearing a bra.

Steve tugs his own shirt down, tugging at his jeans, trying to rearrange himself into a suitable position to hide the bulge in his jeans, but he settles for putting a cushion over his lap.

Completely mortified.

“But do you have to do it on the couch?” Robin whined, still covering her eyes. “We hang out on that couch”

“It’s our apartment” Steve’s voice is stilted, annoyed. “We can do it wherever we want”

You look at Steve, his face is still flushed, you can feel the embarrassment radiating off him. Your skin feels tingly, hot to the touch.

“You can uncover your eyes” You mumble quietly.

Robin peeks past a gap in her fingers, looking between you and Steve, when she deems that you guys are in fact decent, she removes her hands.

“I need help, you guys need to help me figure out what I’m gonna say” Robin says, she looks like she wants to situate herself on the couch between you, but she decides against it, with a wrinkle of her nose.

“How did you even get in?” Steve asks, ignoring Robin's pleas for help. “The door was locked”

“I have a key” Robin waves his concerns away.

“How do you have a key?” Steve asks, still confused.

“Dustin gave it to me”

“How does Dustin have a key?”

“He made one, dingus, can we get back to my problem now?”

Steve groans, throwing his head back against the couch, slouching down.

You sigh, butting yourself into their argument, knowing that if you don’t, they would be talking in circles for hours.

“You wanted help with your date with Vickie” You nodded at Robin.

“Yes,” Robin nods. “I need you guys to run fake date scenarios with me, so I know what to do, and what to say, so I don’t sound like a total dingus…like Steve”

“Hey!” Steve’s eyes snap open, glaring directly at Robin.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

TWO ― DUSTIN

Steve’s car hums softly as he drives back to your apartment.

He had taken you out to dinner. To a nice restaurant, five star dining, on his parents dime, because you both deserved it.

A long overdue date night, he had insisted, after what happened with Robin last week, you and Steve had been on edge.

But tonight, he was working the Harrington charm, trying to wiggle his way into your pants, and cementing himself into every crevice of your heart.

And he was thoroughly succeeding.

You turned your body to face him, Steve plants his hand firmly on your thigh, driving with one hand, occasionally peering at you, a wide smile on his lips.

You feel yourself smiling, warm and fuzzy feelings spreading across your chest.

“Tonight was nice” You murmured, not wanting to break the soft atmosphere in the car.

“Really nice” Steve agreed.

The roads were empty, driving past street lights and houses with their lights dimmed or completely off, it was just you and Steve out tonight.

It was nice.

And you were fighting the urge to jump Steve right here and now, if he wasn’t currently driving, it would be a game over.

Steve squeezes the meat of your thigh, long fingers digging into the flesh, palm warm against your already heated skin.

You place your hand on Steve’s, slowly trailing your fingers over each of his knuckles.

“I can’t wait to get you home” Steve hums, looking at you for a moment, before turning his attention back to the road.

You feel a burning in your stomach.

“Yeah?” You question. “What are you gonna do to me?”

Steve squeezes your thigh again.

“I’m gonna kiss the freaking crap out of you” Steve starts tame, but you know him too well, and by the smirk spreading across his lips, you know what’s coming.

“I’m gonna strip you down, and bury my head between your thighs until you’re shaking” That warm feeling in your stomach is tenfold now. “Then I’m gonna fuck you, slow and deep, because that’s what you need, isn’t it sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Stevie” You nod. “I want it, I want you”

Steve’s responding chuckle is deep, throaty. It sends a shiver down your spine, like a forewarning about what’s going to happen.

“I know you do,” Steve glances at you again. “I want you so much, you have no idea”

You slide Steve’s hand further up your thigh, pushing his fingers past the hem of your dress.

Steve’s breath hitches, but he says nothing.

So you continue to push his hand further up your thighs, the tips of his fingers brushing up against the soft cotton of your underwear, you let out a sigh at the feeling.

Steve moves his fingers on his own accord, slipping a single finger under the hem of your underwear, brushing up against your wet cunt.

“Oh, sweetheart” Steve groans, head tilting back slightly, eyes still trained on the road before him.

“Stevie” You whimpered, feeling the pad of his finger sweep up, catching right on your clit. Your hips bucked involuntarily, trying to entice him in further.

Steve gave you what you wanted, another finger slipped beneath the hem of your underwear, joining his first finger in brushing up against your most sensitive spot.

“You’re wet already” Steve murmured, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “That’s all it take huh, dinner and a little dirty talk”

You whimpered as his fingers started drawing slow circles around your clit.

“Only for you” Your voice is airy.

Steve groans.

You guys are close to your apartment now, but you didn’t have it in you to wait much longer, and it seemed neither did Steve.

His fingers continue their slow circles, your hips move with his movements chasing your pleasure.

Steve pulls into your street, parking on the road right outside your apartment. He slides his fingers from inside your underwear, eliciting a whine from you.

You watch as Steve brings his fingers up to his lips, and sucks them completely clean, groaning around the appendages.

“Fuck, sweetheart” Steve looks at you with hooded eyes.

And suddenly, you're not in your chair anymore.

Your body moves without really telling your brain what it’s doing, wrapping your legs around Steve’s waist, gripping his shoulders with a rough grip, pressing your chest against his as you kiss him.

Steve’s hand rests on your waist, pulling your body down on his lap, there’s very little space for you to work with, but that just means you guys are pressed together, neither of you are complaining.

Steve’s tongue licks at the edge of your lip, you part your lips, letting him wedge his tongue into your mouth.

You moan against his lips, your hips press firmly down on his lap, nudging the forming tent in Steve’s slacks.

“Can’t even make it into the apartment” Steve shakes his head.

You are not really listening to him.

You trail your lips down his cheek, down his jaw, feeling the remnants of the stubble Steve’s let grow out, down, down, down his neck, pausing at the meeting point of his neck and his shoulder, you tug at his button up shirt, pulling the collar, but to no avail.

You reach up to un button the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing more of his skin, and the hair that decorates his broad chest.

Your lips continue their assault, kissing his warm skin, biting down softly on his shoulder.

“Shit” Steve’s head tilts back, allowing you the space to mark him up, however you want to.

Steve uses his hand to move your hips, gliding you across the smooth fabric of his slack, the glide is easy and the friction pleasurable.

“Touch me Stevie” You whisper.

Steve follows your command, slipping one of his hands beneath your dress, not bothering with your underwear, slipping right underneath the fabric, heading straight for the goods.

Before anything can really get underway, a loud knock slams against the passenger side window.

You jump in Steve’s lap, her head banging against the roof of Steve’s car. While Steve is trapped under your body, not that he’s complaining, but he whipped his hand out from under your dress, he uses his other hand to cup the back of your head, soothing the slight bump.

You both turn, looking through the slightly fogged up window, you see a figure standing outside the car, looking less than pleased.

You sighed, leaning back over and falling into the passenger seat, before winding the window down.

Dustin Henderson.

“Come on Henderson” Steve groans, head leaning against the head rest, eyes squeezed shut, as if it would make the boy disappear. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Movie night” Dustin said sternly, holding a VHS in his hand, giving you both a pointed look. “But you guys were too busy feeling each other up, to notice me”

You felt heat licking up your spine.

If Steve felt embarrassed, he didn’t let it show, he looked more annoyed if anything.

“Dude, seriously!” Steve cried out, throwing his hands up in the air, exasperated.

“You promised!” Dustin accused, pointing a finger at Steve.

“We’re busy” Steve motions between the two of you. “Clearly”

“Yeah” Dustin spat, looking more disgusted than you’ve ever seen him. “I’ve seen more of you than I have ever wanted to”

“Then go home!” Steve shouts.

“It’s dark, you expect me to bike home in this shit!” Dustin shouts back.

You worry about the neighbours hearing you.

“Okay” You settle, sitting up in your seat, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. “Let’s take a beat guys”

“You biked here, you can sure as hell bike back!” Steve continues to shout around you, looking Dustin square in the eyes.

“You suck Harrington!” Dustin is pouting now, eyes narrowing in a menacing glare.

Dustin throws his hands up in the air, turning his back to the both of you, storming his way over to where he’s left his bike.

You sigh loudly.

Looking at Steve.

Who looks like he’s ready to start another fight.

On any other occasion, you would have enjoyed dragging him upstairs and getting his anger out in a way that made you both feel good, but you could really do that now.

Not when you would feel guilty.

Steve looks at you, and he starts to shake his head.

“No” Steve says firmly. “Not happening, he’s going home, and we’re gonna get back to where we were”

“We can’t let him do that” You deny. “It’s dark and it’s late”

You know your guilt tripping him.

But the moods been ruined, once again.

Steve sighs heavily.

He looks at Dustin through the windshield, who’s hovering around his bike, looking like he’s waiting for something.

“Stupid little shit” Steve mutters, admitting defeat.

“You love him, I know you do” You smile, leaning over to kiss him, once, twice, before pulling away.

Steve huffs.

“I love you” He corrects, slapping his palms against his thighs. “He’s lucky you care”

“Sure” You nod to appease him, but you both know that Steve really does care about Dustin, even when he’s driving him up the wall.

You and Steve hop out of the car.

“Don’t make me regret this” Steve mutters, you both walk up together, Steve’s arm is around your shoulders, yours is around his waist.

“Come on” Steve called out to Dustin, nodding at the front door.

Dustin is beaming now.

He throws his bike down, running up to the front door, talking about the movie in his hand.

You smile.

Steve huffs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

THREE ― NANCY + JONATHAN + ROBIN

Steve’s new job at the WSQK radio station, The Squawk, meant he was spending a lot of his free time there. Which, in turn, meant that you were spending a lot of your free time there.

It was a base camp for the crawls.

The trips to the upside down.

Looking for Vecna, under the guise of running a radio show.

It wasn’t all bad.

The building was pretty cool. There was a wall of shelves that went from floor to ceiling, records upon records sat on the shelves. Anything that you could think of, was hidden on those shelves, even the ones so obscure that not even Jonathan knew them.

And you liked watching Steve work the sound effects on Robin’s show, so focused on finding the right sounds, and playing them at just the right moment.

The way his brows would furrow, swinging back and forth between the machine and the pile of tapes with labeled sound effects. The way he would grab his cup of coffee, taking quick sips of the sludgy liquid, watching the way his throat boobed with the motion.

You were a wreck.

Steve drinking coffee was turning you on.

It was getting bad.

Steve wasn’t much better, which made you feel a little less bad.

Steve watched you from his post, stretched out across the couch, flipping through a pile of records as you spoke with Robin, soft flow of music playing through the air.

The show wasn’t supposed to start for another thirty minutes.

And just having you on the couch, was doing things to Steve, things he really shouldn’t be thinking about in the confines of the booth, his place of work.

“This one?” You asked, holding up a Cyndi Lauper record, to which Robin shook her head, nose scrunching.

“We played her songs way too much last week” Robin explained, flipping through another stack. “We need more variety”

You huffed.

Steve felt his heart clench.

“There, uh, there are some more records in the basement” Steve stumbled over his words, drawing your and Robin’s attention to him. “We could grab a couple of those, see if they’re any good”

“Yeah, I think I saw a Prince album down there last week, could be worth a look” You agreed, placing the record in your hand back on the stack.

“Sure” Robin shrugged.

“I’ll go down and have a look” Steve nodded, looking at you, giving you a slight quirk of his eyebrow. “Wanna help?”

“Okay” You nodded.

Robin shuffles her chair closer to the desk, sparing you both a strange look.

“Keep your hands to yourself down there dingus” She warns, pointing a finger in Steve’s direction. “This is a place of business, not your love nest”

“Why are you telling me!” Steve exclaimed. “Why don't you tell her that?” Steve pointed an accusatory finger at you.

“She has more self control than you” Robin replies, shrugging her shoulders.

“No she doesn’t” Steve denied.

Robin looks at Steve, deadpan and unbelieving.

Steve scoffs loudly.

You are so glad that Robin can’t hear your inner monologue right now, because she would have to turn her judgment onto you, because right now, you were ready to climb Steve like a freaking tree.

“Whatever” Steve rolls his eyes, opening the door to the booth, motioning you to go first.

You gladly make your escape, feeling heat spreading across your neck. Steve takes your hand in his, gripping it tightly, leading you to the secret door to the basement.

The basement was drafty, empty and completely quiet.

This was normally the place everyone met up to get ready for the next crawl, there were blueprints and town maps strewn across tables, colour coded texts and blocked maps, a projector was sitting in the middle of the room, awaiting use.

But the basement was also a holding place for all the older and underused records.

But you and Steve were clearly not here for that.

You pulled Steve to a halt, pushing his tall frame against the nearest wall, he’s surprised, but takes it in his stride, large hands gripping your hips, long fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt.

A shiver ghosts your spine, his fingers are cold against your warm skin. You lean in to kiss Steve. The kiss is frantic and quick, a little sloppy, the lack of intimacy making you and Steve loose control.

You pressed your hands against his chest, feeling his heart thudding beneath your palm. Steve bites your lip, harder than you think he was meant to, caught up in his excitement.

“Sorry” Steve breathed out.

“‘s fine” You murmur, using the lapels of his jacket to tug him back into you.

Steve grunts, going right back to kissing you.

His hand reached around, pressing deep into the back pocket of your jeans, palms cupping your backside in a harsh grasp.

“Steve” You whisper, back arching, pressing your chest against Steve's.

“I know” He breathes.

He pulls his hand from your pocket, wrapping his large hands around your thighs, lifting you with an astounding amount of ease.

You let out a soft giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulder, digging your fingers into his soft hair.

Steve laughs, turning your bodies around, now he was pinning you against the wall.

Steve pauses a moment, taking you in.

“Hi” You smile, it’s soft and warm.

Steve feels a hot sensation building in the pit of his stomach, it spreads through his chest as you run your fingers through his hair, he really loved when you played with his hair.

“Hey sweetheart” Steve smiles back.

That smile has your heart fluttering, a tingle of warm zinging right through your body. Steve’s gaze is piercing, like he can truly see all of you, he wants to see all of you. His love for you bleeds through every glance, those warm honey brown eyes, a pool you’d love to swim in.

Steve kisses you again.

It’s a little slower now. A little warmer.

Steve holds your body, hands digging into the meat of your thigh, your back is up against the wall, cold cement chilling you through your top.

Your tongue slips past Steve’s lips, he groans loudly, lips parting, tongues brushing.

“Guys, Nancy and Jonathan are here, there’s gonna be a--Seriously!”

The door to the basement is slid open, Robin bounding her way down the stairs with Nancy and Jonathan coming in behind her.

Steve drops your thighs, your legs slam down very gracelessly, you wince as your boot clad feet smack against the concrete. Steve spares you a sorry glance.

“Again!” Robin exclaims, standing on the stairs, hands on her hips.

Nancy and Jonathan are struggling to muffle their laughter, taking in Steve’s flushed cheeks, and your down cast eyes, not feeling brave enough to lock eyes with Robin.

“I told you to keep your hands to yourself Steve!” Robin exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Steve scoffed.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t the one who started this” Steve muttered, motioning between the two of you with a waggaling finger.

“Steve!” You cried, slapping his arm.

“Ow! Sorry!” He said, clutching his arm, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Okay, keep it in your pants you guys” Nancy joked goodnaturedly.

“The radio station, that’s what gets you going huh?” Jonathan snicked behind his hand.

“Shut up” You mutter.

“I can’t believe this” Robin is running her fingers through her hair. “I thought Steve was the menace in your relationship, turns out I was wrong”

You rolled your eyes.

“Can you blame me?” You say, but it’s quiet, and lacks the confidence your candance normally carries.

“Not in our place of work!” Robin chastised, like you and Steve were a pair of dogs she was training.

“All right,” Steve waved her off. “We get it, we can’t do it at the station, or in my car or in our own freaking apartment, just let us know where and when then”

Steve puts his hands on his hips, looking expectantly at Robin, whose cheeks are a soft shade of pink.

“Not the time or the place lover boy” Nancy cuts in.

“It’s crawl time” Jonathan finishes the statement. “So both of you, behave”

Maybe next time, you’d finally get it right.

FOUR ― THE PARTY

Steve buys tickets for the first movie on the list, not interested in watching anything in particular. You are waiting on the sidewalk, hands in the back pockets of your jeans, swaying from heel to toe.

Steve grins.

You are so goddamn pretty.

“Two tickets for the lovely lady” Steve muttered softly, coming up behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist, while the other hand waved two tickets in your face.

You giggle softly, taking your hands out of your pockets, wrapping one hand around his wrist with the tickets on hand, while the other rests against the large hand pressed against your stomach.

“What’re we watching?” You asked.

“No idea” Steve shrugs, though you can’t see it, you feel the motion against your back. “It’s a dark theater, away from everyone we know, I couldn’t care less what the movie actually is”

You laugh, turning your head, looking at Steve over your shoulder.

“Let’s go inside, before you jinx it”

“Why would I be the jinx here?” Steve asked, bewildered. “They come looking for you, not me”

You take Steve’s hand from your waist, winding his fingers around your own. You let his other hand go, turning on your heels, facing him. Using your now free hand, you press softly against his chest, nudging him to the movie theater.

“Can’t help it if I’m your better half” You sigh, like it was a tough job.

Steve scoffs, but there is a smile on his face, using your conjoined hands to swing his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Don’t I know it”

You and Steve enter your designated theater, the room was fairly empty, only a few people milling around the small room.

You and Steve take a seat in the very last row, right in the middle of the row. You nestle down in your seat, Steve’s arm still around your shoulders, as he sits in the seat beside you.

“It’s a rerun of some movie” Steve whispers in your ear. “They’ve been showing it for two weeks now, there’s no chance they’re gonna be here”

“What movie is it?” You ask, tilting your head.

“Who cares, are you actually gonna watch it?” Steve asks, tilting his head, mirroring your actions, making you smile. “While all this is sitting beside you”

Steve makes a sweeping motion with his hand, trailing from head to toe, as if him just sitting next to you, was temptation enough.

And right now, it was.

It was driving you crazy, just being this close to Steve.

Just having his arm around your shoulder was sending you into overdrive, the soft smell of his aftershave clinging to his sweater, feeling his warmth pressed to your side.

The interruptions to your alone time were seriously messing with your nervous system.

You and Steve have never gone this long without…well doing anything really, you didn’t have room to breathe around each other, before someone was knocking on your door, or walking into something they really shouldn’t have seen.

And, it seemed, it was affecting Steve just as much.

He was leaning into your personal space, more than usual, like he had to have a hand on you at all times, it was the most action he had seen in weeks.

“What movie?” You asked, playing dumb, leaning further into Steve.

And he grins like the cat who caught the mouse.

Steve unlaces your fingers, using the hand around your shoulders to press against the back of your head, tangling in the strands of hair, holding your head gently as he presses his lips against yours.

His lips are persistent, hungry, looking for the one thing he’s wanted.

You aren’t much better.

You meet his lips with just as much enthusiasm, pressing one hand against Steve’s thigh, using it as leverage to push your body closer to his, though the arm rest was digging into your stomach, you paid it no mind.

Steve groaned softly at the feel of your hand against his thigh.

“God” He mumbled against your lips, kissing between his slightly slurred words. “I feel like a horny teenager again”

Steve muffles your laugh with his lips, not giving you the space to part from him.

You and Steve kiss like this might be the very last kiss you’ll have.

You feel Steve’s teeth bite down on your lip, it’s harsh, and you wince a little, but the shiver that runs down your spine is a good distraction.

“Steve” You whimper softly.

Steve’s fingers, which are wrapped up in the strands of your hair, tighten, liking the sound of his name on your tongue.

He wanted to hear that and only that from your lips from now on, until the day he dies.

You guys really needed to fuck before you both combust.

Making out in a movie theater was not a new concept for you and Steve, you’d done it before, recreationally. It was always a little bit of daunting fun, doing something crass in public.

But now…

It was the last place you and Steve had thought of, because everywhere else had been invaded.

And you guys loved your friends, you really did, but right now, you hated them very much.

You just wanted to jump Steve’s bones.

Steve’s other hand had wound itself around your waist, his forearm digging into the arm rest, but that was the least of his concerns.

He was currently trying to find a way to super glue your body to his, in the most nonchalant way.

You use your other hand to grip Steve’s sweater, the fabric smooth and warm beneath your clenched fist, you want to yank him right out of his chair and on top of you.

And you might have just done that.

If you hadn’t heard a crowd of familiar voices.

“What the hell Harrington!”

Steve’s groan is immediate, annoyed right to his core.

He, very reluctantly, pulls away from your kiss. He looks over his shoulder, to see a very annoyed Dustin.

He had a rather large popcorn clutched in his arms, looking at Steve like he had betrayed him.

Behind Dustin stood Max and Lucas, who were enjoying the agony on Steve’s face way more than they should be. And next to them, Mike is smirking from ear to ear, El clutching his hand with a gentle smile. Will is standing beside Dustin, looking like he wished he was anywhere but here.

“Fucking Henderson” Steve muttered, hanging his head, pressing his face into your neck, as if that would get the teenagers to disappear.

You patted the back of his head, as Steve grumbled into the softness of your sweater.

“I tried calling you like a million times” Dustin continues on, not missing a beat. “You could have at least told us you were gonna be here tonight, we needed a ride”

“I didn’t tell you idiots on purpose” Steve muttered against your neck, his breath fanning across your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake.

“Mike’s mom had to take us” Dustin grumbled, making his way down the row, intent on berating Steve up close and personal. “Could have saved us the trouble”

You run your fingers through Steve’s hair, tugging softly at the strands of brown hair, making Steve’s breath hitch, the hand he had resting on your waist, tightens its grip.

“Dude” Max scoffs, she lingers somewhere behind Dustin, further down the row. “I don’t think they wanted your company”

“Shut up” Dustin mutters, throwing himself down in the seat beside Steve, spilling popcorn in his lap in the process.

“What are you guys even doing here?” Dustin asks. “You guys know this is a Star Wars rerun right”

“Oh my god” You whisper, feeling Steve tense, you stopped tugging at Steve’s hair.

“Yeah” Lucas's smug voice joins the ranks, leaning over in his seat. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Shut it, Sinclair” You mutter, tossing a mean look over at the boy, who sat back in his seat, snickering with Max beside him.

“I didn’t know you were a Star Wars fan Harrington” Mike chimes in, and you’ve never wanted to smack a bunch of kids before, but they were making it really difficult right now.

Steve pulls his head away from you, snapping in the direction of the six teenagers filling up the row, he scowls at each and every one of them.

“I’m gonna kick your ass Wheeler” Steve points a finger at Mike, who grins even wider, nudging El with his elbow, and she smiles at the way the vein on Steve’s forehead becomes more pronounced.

And Will, god bless his sweet soul, send you a very sorry look, his cheeks were a bright red.

You smiled gently at him.

At least one of the six of them was decent.

The light starts to dim around you, and the kids are nice enough (for now) to leave you and Steve alone.

“I can’t believe this is the movie you picked” You hissed the words between you and Steve, not willing to speak any louder, less one of the little gremlins heard you.

“I wasn’t paying attention” Steve whined, looking back at you with those soft brown eyes, the very ones you had trouble saying no to.

“The name Star Wars didn’t tip you off?” You questioned, tugging at his hair, a little harsher than you meant to.

Steve winced, cheeks flushing, flustered over being found and humiliated by the very people you had been avoiding.

“I’m sorry”

He looked kind of pitiful, and you really couldn’t stay mad at Steve. It did help that you were already annoyed that you guys had been found, once again, you and Steve were sharing this ruin.

You sigh, leaning over to smack a kiss on Steve’s cheek, loudly and over the top. Dustin looks over at the pair of you, mouth full of popcorn, and disgust clearly written on his face.

“Don’t worry about it” You shook it off, settling back in your seat, Steve followed you down, resting his head against your shoulder. “We’ll get it right eventually”

Steve sighed.

FIVE ― ALONE AT LAST

You and Steve were determined.

Robin was out with Vickie. Nancy and Jonathan were at the Wheeler house looking after Holly. Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max were at the arcade.

You were finally, finally, alone.

And you were taking advantage of it.

You pulled your top off, throwing it somewhere around Steve’s bed, reaching back to unclasp your bra, sliding it down your arms, throwing it down with your shirt.

Steve follows suit, tugging off his thick brown sweater, kicking off his sneakers and un-buttoning his jeans, his checkered boxers peeking out of the waistband.

“Come here sweetheart” Steve motions you over.

You go willingly, slipping your hands around his waist, his skin flushed and hot. One hand lands at the back of your head, fingers buried between strands of your hair, the other hand is cupping your cheek, thumb caressing slow sweeps over your cheekbone.

“You gonna kiss me or what Harrington” You teased, all breathy and like, leaning into his hand.

Steve smirks.

He plants his lips on yours.

You breathe a sigh of relief, like he’s your lifeline on a sinking ship.

The kiss isn’t inherently desperate, but there’s an underlying feeling of need, wanting each other, needing to feel his skin on your skin, without barriers or interruptions.

Steve stumbles you both to the edge of his bed, lowering you both onto the plush mattress, feeling his cool covers gliding across your back.

You sigh against his lips.

Steve lets go of your hair, maneuvering his hand down to the waistband of your jeans, undoing the button with ease, sliding the zipper down, until his fingers are brushing over the smooth cotton of your underwear.

He doesn’t waste any time, slipping his fingers inside, rubbing circles directly on your clit. You were wet, turned on and ready.

Your back arches, inviting his fingers to slip in a little further. Steve takes the initiative, sliding his fingers down until they prodded at your entrance. You clench around nothing but the thought of Steve’s fingers, buried deep inside your pussy.

“Yes” You whisper, nodding your head, biting your lip.

Steve slips a single finger inside your pussy, feeling your wall clenching around the appendage.

“Like this?” Steve murmurs the words in your ear.

His finger slides out, you keen loudly, pleading for him. Steve grins, slipping his finger back in, repeating the motion, before slowly easing a second finger inside your wet heat.

“Just like that” It’s a breath sigh, words barely finding their way out of your lips.

Steve’s fingers work wondering, and to make a pleasurable situation better, his thumb reaches up to rub circles on your clit.

“Want to fuck you sweetheart” Steve’s voice reaches your ears, it’s low and grumbled, his hips rutting against your thigh, you can feel his hardened cock beneath his jeans. “You gonna let me fuck you?”

“Yes, yes” You nod so quickly, Steve wonders how you haven’t given yourself whiplash.

Steve pulls his fingers from your pussy, wiping them on the back of his jeans, before he reaches down to tug your jeans from your legs, leaving you in a pair of red cotton underwear, with a pretty white bow.

“So pretty” Steve sweeps his hair away from his eyes, brushing his knuckle over the damp spot on your underwear.

Your hips arched, pussy aching for his touch.

“Take your jeans off Stevie” You say, reaching a hand out to brush his jean clad thigh.

Steve shuddered, coming to stand at the end of the bed, shucking his jeans off his legs, kicking them away, standing only in his boxers.

“Those too” You pointed to his boxers.

Steve smirks, pulling his underwear down his legs, slowly, watching you watch him, enjoying your eyes on him.

Steve’s boxers fall around his ankles, his cock standing proud, tip a ruddy red colour, weeping slightly, standing tall against his stomach. His large hand comes around the base of his cock, jerking his hand up and down the length, slowly, torturing you.

“Please” You whimper.

Steve crawls his way up the bed, up your body, his cock brushes the length of your leg, until it settles right between your legs, the tip of his cock barely touching your center.

“You want my cock, don’t you sweetheart” Steve pressed his lips to your neck, lathering you in slow, open mouthed kisses.

“So much” You say.

Steve reaches between the two of you, grasping his cock once more, sliding this tip up and down your pussy, tip catching on your clit with every brush.

You moan loudly, hands grasping Steve’s broad shoulders. Steve shuddered at the feeling of your essence coating his cock, slipping through your folds with ease.

Steve lips his cock down, until the tip was nudging at your entrance. He pushed, gently, slowly and watched as the tip, just the tips, slipped easily into your wet heat.

“Fucking finally” He breathed out, feeling like he was finally where he should be.

“Oh” You gasp, as Steve pushes his cock further into your pussy, the stretch mouthwatering.

You’re warm and wet, practically gushing around Steve’s throbbing cock, clenching around him.

“So wet sweetheart. So tight” Steve groans, head bent, watching every inch of his cock slip inside your weeping pussy.

You know Steve’s cock is big, you’ve known it for as long as you guys have been together, but it feels bigger now, longer somehow. You peer down, seeing about half of Steve’s cock buried inside you, and you already feel full to the brim.

“Shit, Steve”

Your nails grind down into Steve’s smooth skin, crescent indents in their wake, but it only urges Steve on, the sharp pain eliciting a loud groan, pressing his head against your sternum.

His hips buck suddenly, pressing his length further inside your wet heat.

You shudder.

Steve moves his hips, until your pussy is flush against his pelvis, cock buried deep inside, throbbing against your clenching walls.

“So fucking deep” You breath, biting your lip, head thrown back, eyes fluttering closed.

“Pretty pussy sucking me in so good sweetheart” Steve hums, lips pushing hot air against your skin, his sweaty forehead sticking to your chest. “Wanna be buried in you, fucking forever”

Steve pulls his hips back, before snapping forward in one sharp thrust.

The sound of skin on skin, wet slapping sounds, your breathy whimpers and Steve's sharp groans reach every inch of the room, echoing in your ears, bouncing around your brain.

Steve places both his hands on your hips, sitting up on his knees, keeping his cock buried deep in your pussy. He spreads his knees, situating himself, giving him the perfect view of his cock inside sliding in and out of your wet heat.

His hips pick up their pace, pistoning back and forth, cock slipping in and out of your pussy, your wet heat fluttering at the new pace, gut clenching, mind shattering.

“Yes, Steve!” Your back arches further, barely touching the bed at this point, head burning into the soft cushions.

“That’s it sweetheart” Steve mumbles, words low and raspy. “Take it, take all of it”

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

The wet sounds have you clenching around Steve, who groans, throaty and deep.

His fingers are digging into the fat of your hips, leaving little indents, marking your skin for days to come, little finger shaped bruises.

Your hands are clenching, one grasping the soft sheets, while the other clenched around your tit, tugging at your pert nipple, twisting and pulling, pleasure shooting through you from head to toe.

“Want you to come” Steve huffs, sweat pearly on his skin, slipping down his focused face. “Want you to come on my cock sweetheart, you gonna give it to me?”

“Uh-huh” You agreed, nodded your head quickly, words seemed foreign on your lolling tongue.

Steve’s hip snapped up, his hands gripping your hips, raising you up until your hips were hovering off the bed and resting on the edge of Steve’s knees, snapping back and forth.

You were dripping, his cock shiny with your essence.

Your fingers tightened around the sheet.

Your eyes flutter open, looking up at Steve, lids droopy, lips parted, sharp breaths of air.

Steve looks in his element.

Brows furrowed, skin shimmering with sweat, biting down on his lips so harshly, you might have been worried about him bleeding. But you couldn’t quite think past the feeling of Steve’s cock throbbing inside your pussy.

“Stevie”

Your guts coil, your thighs start to shake, brain turning to absolute mush.

Steve keeps his pace steady, watching as the pleasure eats at your body, taking over every thought, every movement, every shudder and shake.

“I’m--I, shit, Steve--”

You clench around Steve, together than before, wall fluttering, juices squelching.

“That’s it sweetheart” Steve groans.

You feel like a wave of white washes over your vision, ringing bells in your ears, you feel like your stomach is on fire, your toes tingle and twitch, your thighs shake, heels digging into the mattress.

This orgasam is unlike any other you’ve had.

Your voice is loud, moaning out Steve’s name as you come. You can feel your pussy gushing around Steve’s cock, slick, wet, sloppy.

Steve groans.

It’s the first thing you hear, as your mind tries its best to ground you.

“So fucking pretty” Steve nods, letting your hips fall back onto the bed, pressing his body over yours, forehead resting against your temple, lips brushing your heated cheek.

You bite your lips, body jittery, riding out the pleasure.

“Gonna come inside you” Steve mumbles, you can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears, but you nod your head, lips pouted, whimpering softly. “Right inside this pretty pussy, my pretty pussy huh sweetheart”

Steve’s hips are losing momentum, his sharp thrusts have lost their stamina, his rhythm is off, titering on the edge.

Your hands press into Steve’s hair, holding him to your body.

Steve’s hips slow, until they come to a shuddering stop, burying his length deep in your pussy, legs quivering as he comes. His eyes are screwed shut, nose nudging your cheek, breaths coming out staggered, shaky and hot.

“Fuck” Steve whispered, the word hot on your skin.

Steve’s body is heavy against yours, his skin pressing against yours, there isn’t a part of you that isn’t touching him, you can feel his heart beat against your chest.

“We finally did it” You murmur softly, still trying to catch your breath.

Steve chuckles, sounding just as breathless.

“Took us a minute” Steve mused softly, voice shaky. “But we got there, and it was fucking worth it”

You sigh happily.

“But let’s not wait so long next time”

Steve agrees, burning his face in your neck. You kiss the crown of his head.

It took a while for you and Steve to find each other, alone, but it was certainly worth the wait.

the italian sun was merciless that summer.

the sun beat down mercilessly on the sprawling set outside, where hundreds of crew members worked to bring an ancient egyptian empire back to life. 

you had been on location for three weeks already, filming what the studio was calling the biggest blockbuster of the decade. 

massive sets, thousands of extras, and enough gold paint to blind someone.

and then there was sean lockwood.

he was lounging in one of the shaded actor chairs like he owned the entire production, legs stretched out, script barely touched on his lap. 

to everyone else on set —directors, crew, even the other lead actors— sean was the same effortlessly cool, slightly cocky guy he always played. 

laid-back to the point of almost not caring.

quick with sarcastic comments even if he was a really good actor.

and never one to take anything too seriously.

but with you? it was different.

the moment you walked out of your trailer in full costume — linen robes, intricate gold jewelry, and your wig styled — sean’s eyes found you instantly. 

he sat up straighter with a small genuine smile tugging at his lips as he watched you approach.

“here she is,” he said with a warm voice, only for you. “finally. i was starting to think they’d stolen my co-star.”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide your smile as you dropped into the chair beside him. 

“missed me that much in two hours?”

sean leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours. 

“you have no idea.” his tone was teasing, but there was something heavier underneath it — something that had been growing for months now. 

an obsession he hid behind friendship and playful banter. 

in the distance, a new group of extras was being herded toward the set by the assistant directors. 

among them, a girl with striking features — mimosa — stood quietly, looking a little nervous but excited to be part of the massive production. she was hired by josephine’s petition.

or that’s what you heard.

sean barely spared them a glance. his attention stayed fixed on you, like it always did.

after the director called cut on the long intense scene, the entire set exhaled in relief. 

the heat was brutal, and everyone was exhausted. you let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from your brow as the crew began resetting for the next shot.

the heavy linen and gold jewelry of your costume felt suffocating in the heat. you were about to reach for a water bottle when Sean approached you, his steps confident but unhurried.

he stopped right in front of you, closer than strictly professional, and gave you that soft, crooked smile he only seemed to reserve for you.

“you were incredible,” he said, his voice was low and warm, meant only for your ears. “seriously. amazing.”

his praise made your chest feel warm despite the exhaustion. he kissed your cheek, and before you could respond, your gaze drifted past his shoulder.

mimosa was standing a short distance away, half-hidden behind some equipment. 

she was staring directly at sean. 

her expression was intense, almost longing, and even from where you stood you could see her eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

one tear finally escaped, rolling slowly down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand. 

still, she didn’t stop watching him.

a sharp, unpleasant feeling twisted in your stomach. 

you didn’t like it. 

not the way she looked at him, and not the quiet discomfort it stirred in you. 

but you said nothing. you simply forced your attention back to sean, who was still looking at you with that soft, focused expression, completely unaware — or unbothered — by mimosa’s gaze.

the dressing room was full of noise and movement. 

some girls — extras and minor cast members — were chatting animatedly while changing out of their costumes. 

laughter and gossip filled the air as they helped each other with zippers and talked about the long day of filming.

you stood in front of the clothing rack, freshly out of your heavy egyptian costume, wrapped in a silk robe. 

you pulled out a few dresses, holding them up one by one, but none of them felt right.

“i don’t know…” you murmured, frowning at a deep green gown. “this one feels too formal. and this one… maybe too simple?”

mimosa, who was still struggling with her own costume nearby, glanced over. 

a couple of the other girls noticed your hesitation and came closer, offering their opinions with excitement.

“that silver one would look amazing on you,” one of them suggested.

then the dinner with rufus, josephine, and the others was elegant but exhausting — full of polite conversation, studio politics, and too many glasses of expensive wine. 

you smiled and played your part well, sitting beside sean, who kept stealing glances at you throughout the night.

after dinner, the group moved to an exclusive club in the city for drinks. the music was loud, the lights low, and the atmosphere much more relaxed.

josephine had taken mimosa under her wing. when they arrived at the club, josephine introduced her to everyone with a bright, theatrical smile.

“this is sandy,” she announced, gesturing to mimosa. “my new favorite discovery. isn’t she stunning?”

mimosa — now apparently going by “sandy” — smiled shyly and nodded along, though she looked a little overwhelmed.

after a while, the conversation grew louder and more business-oriented. sean quickly grew bored. 

he leaned toward you, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured.

‘’i need some air. coming?”

you didn’t hesitate. 

you excused yourself politely and followed him outside to a quiet terrace at the back of the club. 

the night air was cooler, a welcome relief after the stuffy atmosphere inside.

sean pulled a pack of cigarettes from his suit, lit one, and took a slow drag. 

after a moment, he offered it to you. 

you took it from his fingers, your lips brushing the same spot where his had been, and inhaled deeply. 

you passed it back and forth between you in comfortable silence for a few moments, the smoke curling up into the night sky.

sean leaned against the railing, watching you with that lazy, intense look he always saved for you.

“you looked bored in there too,” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips. 

he took another drag before handing the cigarette back to you. 

“or were you just looking for an excuse to follow me?” you smiled, exhaling the smoke slowly as you stepped a little closer to him.

“maybe i just wanted some fresh air,” you replied teasingly, your voice soft. “or maybe i just like being alone with you.”

sean’s smirk deepened. 

he took the cigarette from your fingers, but instead of smoking it, he kept it between his fingers while his other hand lightly brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

‘’you know… you’re really dangerous when you play along like that,’’ he murmured while his eyes dropped to your lips for a second. ‘’makes me–’’

the air between you felt thick, charged with something neither of you wanted to name.

sean’s hand slowly moved to rest on your waist, his thumb tracing small circles over the fabric of your dress.

before you could reply, the terrace door opened.

mimosa –or sandy– stepped outside, looking flustered. 

the moment her eyes landed on sean, her cheeks flushed and became visibly nervous, fidgeting with the hem or her dress.

‘’um… sorry to interrupt,’’ she said, her voice shaky as he glanced quickly at sean and then away, clearly intimidated. ‘’josephine is asking for you inside. she wants you to ask you something.’’

you looked at her confused.

‘’looking for who? for sean…?’’ you asked.

‘’no. for you.’’ you nodded, trying to hide your disappointment.

‘’thanks, mimosa. i’ll be right there.’’

sean’s hand lingered on your waist for a second longer, reluctant to let go. his fingers gave you one last gentle squeeze before he finally released you.

“go ahead,” he said quietly, his voice still low and intimate. “i’ll stay out here a little longer.”

you gave him a small smile and turned back inside. as you walked away, you could feel sean’s eyes on your back the entire time.

inside the club, josephine immediately waved you over to her table with a bright smile. 

she was sitting with a tall, handsome young actor— one of the rising stars in the supporting cast.

“darling, come here!” josephine called. “i want you to meet him. he’s been dying to talk to you.”

the guy stood up with a charming grin and shook your hand. 

he was smooth, confident, and clearly interested. 

the two of you started chatting easily while drinking cocktails. he complimented your performance on set, made you laugh with funny stories from previous films, and leaned in closer every time he spoke. 

the flirting was light but noticeable — lingering eye contact, playful teasing, and the occasional touch on your arm.

“you were mesmerizing today on set,” he said, leaning in closer, his arm resting on the back of your chair. “the way you move in front of the camera… it’s almost unfair to the rest of us.”

you smiled, taking a sip of your drink. 

“flattery already? we’ve only just met.”

he chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. 

he shifted even closer, his knee brushing against yours.

“i'm just being honest,” he replied with a low voice. “though I have to admit… i’ve been looking forward to this dinner mostly because i knew you’d be here.”

you raised an eyebrow, amused. 

“careful. someone might think you’re trying to charm me.”

“is it working?” he asked with a playful smirk, his fingers lightly tracing the back of your hand. “because i can keep going. tell me more about you. what does a woman like you do when she’s not ruling ancient egypt on screen?”

you laughed softly, leaning in a little closer as well, your shoulders nearly touching. 

“i try to survive the italian heat and avoid dramatic co-stars.”

he grinned, his face now very close to yours. 

“well, if you ever need someone to help you survive… i’m excellent company. especially at night.”

you were enjoying the attention when sean finally walked back into the club. his eyes scanned the room until they landed on you and that boy. 

his expression changed instantly.

his jaw tightened, and a dark look crossed his face.

“want to dance?” he asked, voice smooth.

mimosa looked stunned, her cheeks flushing deep red. 

“m-me? oh… sure,” she stammered, clearly nervous but excited.

sean took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. he pulled her close.

not too scandalous, but close enough. 

one hand rested on her waist while the other held hers. 

as they moved to the music, he leaned down slightly to speak near her ear, flirting subtly.

“you look beautiful tonight,” he murmured, giving her one of his famous half-smiles. “josephine was right… you really stand out.”

mimosa looked like she might faint. 

she smiled shyly, clearly affected by his attention, while sean kept glancing over her shoulder toward you and the boy, his jaw still clenched.

you noticed.

you took a long sip of your drink, then another. 

the alcohol burned down your throat as you watched them. 

the way sean was holding mimosa, the way he leaned in close to her ear… it made something unpleasant twist in your chest. 

when you saw him tilt his head slightly, his face inching dangerously close to hers as if he was about to kiss her, you’d had enough.

you stood up abruptly, muttering a quick excuse to the guy you didn’t even know his name, and walked away without looking back.

sean noticed immediately. he pulled back from mimosa right before their lips could meet.

“sorry, sandy,” he said quickly, flashing her a brief, charming smile. “i have to go. we’ll dance later, yeah?”

he didn’t wait for her answer. 

he left her standing in the middle of the dance floor, looking confused and disappointed, and went after you.

you pushed through the crowd, the alcohol and irritation making your head spin. 

you needed a moment away from everything. you slipped into a side room that had been turned into a private lounge.

the moment you entered, the atmosphere shifted. 

the lights were dimmer, the music muffled. 

a small group of people were gathered around a glass table. white lines were neatly arranged in a silver plate, and a couple of them were already leaning down, taking hits.

you froze for a second. not because you weren’t used to cocaine.

because you just didn’t expect that.

before you could even process it or turn around, sean entered right behind you, closing the door. he scanned the room quickly, his jaw still tight from what he’d seen outside.

one of the guys at the table looked up and grinned. “lockwood! come join us, man.”

sean walked further into the room, acting completely casual. he greeted a couple of the guys with a nod and a quick handshake.

“hey, you got any left?” sean asked, his voice relaxed, as if this was completely normal. “i could use a line.”

you turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise and irritation. 

you opened your mouth to ask what the hell he was doing, but he was already focused on the table, waiting for someone to offer him the cocaine.

one of the guys passed him a rolled-up bill. 

sean leaned down without hesitation, inhaled a clean, sharp line in one smooth motion, and straightened up, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. 

almost immediately, his eyes looked brighter, his movements more confident.

he turned toward you, ignoring the tension between you two like it didn’t exist. 

he stepped close, one hand sliding around your waist as if you hadn’t just walked away from him on the dance floor.

“come here,” he said casually, voice low and smooth, like nothing had happened. 

he gently pulled you closer to the table. 

“your turn. Inhale. it’ll help you relax.”

you were still annoyed –angry, even– at the way he had danced with mimosa just to get back at you. 

but the mixture of alcohol, jealousy, and the chaotic night made you given in. you let out a frustrated breath and leaned down.

you took the rolled bill from his fingers, inhaled the line quickly, and felt the sharp chemical burn hit. 

almost instantly, a wave of warmth and numbness spread though your body, dulling the irritation just a little.

sean stayed close behind you, his hand resting now on your leg. he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured.

‘’see? feels better already, doesn’t it?’’

you didn’t answer. 

sean turned toward the guy still sitting on the coach.

‘’hey, you got a bag i can take with me?’’ he asked casually.

the guy smirked and tossed him a small plastic baggie. sean caught it easily and slipped it into the suit pocket.

one by one, the others in the room started leaving, saying their goodbyes and heading back to the party.

soon, the door clicked shut, leaving just you and sean alone in the dimly lit lounge.

the silence lasted only a few seconds before you turned into him, arms crossed.

‘’what the hell was that with mimosa before?’’ you asked. ‘’you were practically about to kiss her on the dance floor.’’

sean leaned back against the couch, looking at you with that lazy, arrogant smirk he always wore when he knew he had your attention. 

he didn’t look guilty at all.

“it was nothing,” he said smoothly, shrugging. “she looked nervous. i was just being nice.”

“nice?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “you were all over her.”

sean let out a low chuckle. 

he shifted closer to you on the couch, his hand sliding slowly up your thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin. 

“come on, baby,” he murmured, voice low and coquettish. “you really think i want her? i was just messing with you… making you jealous.” 

his hand moved higher on your leg, slipping under the hem of your dress as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your neck.

“you know i only want you,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “even when you’re letting some idiot flirt with you all night.”

his touch was confident and teasing, fingers slowly sliding higher up your thigh under your dress.

you turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze with a small, playful smirk despite still being annoyed.

“oh, so now you’re jealous?” you teased back, your voice low and flirtatious. “that’s cute, sean. i thought you didn’t care.” you said sarcastic.

he let out a soft chuckle, his eyes darkening as he looked at your lips. 

“i care more than you think.”

a heavy silence fell between you. the air felt thick, charged with tension and unspoken desire. 

neither of you moved for a few seconds, just staring at each other.

then sean suddenly cupped the back of your neck with one hand, pulling you in as his other hand stayed firmly on your thigh. 

he kissed you hard.

his lips immediately locked onto your upper lip, sucking it gently before deepening the kiss. 

he tilted his head and slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with slow, hungry strokes. 

the kiss was possessive and intense, his fingers tightening on your nape as he pulled you even closer. 

for a few long seconds, the only sound in the room was your shared breathing and the wet sound of your lips moving together. 

his tongue moved against yours with purpose, claiming your mouth as if he needed to remind you who you belonged to.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. both of you were breathing hard. 

his eyes were dark, pupils dilated, a dangerous mix of cocaine and raw want burning in them.

“i have an idea,” he murmured, voice low and husky.

you swallowed, still dazed from the kiss. 

“what?”

sean didn’t answer right away. instead, he kissed you again — slower this time, deeper, more teasing. 

his tongue brushed against yours lazily before he pulled back just enough to speak against your lips, his breath hot.

“i want to snort a line off your tits.”

the words hung in the air between you, filthy and bold. 

he watched your reaction carefully, his hand sliding up from your waist to trace the neckline of your elegant champagne dress. 

his fingers brushed over the soft skin just above your breasts, teasing.

“you look so fucking good in this dress,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl. “i’ve been thinking about peeling it off you all night… but this would be even better. let me do it. one line. right here.”

he leaned in and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the top of your cleavage, then looked up at you with that cocky, charming smirk he knew you couldn’t resist.

“come on, baby,” he whispered, his thumb gently stroking your skin. “let me make you feel good. let me use you a little.”

you hesitated for just a second, heart racing.

‘’okay.”

sean’s smirk widened into a satisfied grin. 

you leaned back against the couch, your body relaxing as he moved over you. he kissed you deeply first, slow and hungry, his tongue sliding against yours as if sealing the deal. 

when he pulled back, his hands moved to the thin straps of your champagne dress. 

he slowly slid them down your shoulders, tugging the fabric lower until your breasts were exposed.

“fuck… look at you,” he murmured, eyes dark with lust.

he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the small baggie of cocaine. 

with careful, almost reverent movements, he poured a thin, neat line along the curve of your left breast.

he then grabbed a glass of champagne from the table, took a slow sip, and leaned down to kiss you again, passing the cold, bubbly liquid from his mouth into yours. 

you swallowed the small drops, feeling the chill mix with the heat in your body.

sean pulled back slightly, his lips brushing yours.

“careful, baby. don’t move too much.” he whispered.

he kissed you one last time — deep and possessive — before lowering his head to your chest. 

he pressed one nostril shut and inhaled the line in one smooth, sharp motion off your breast. 

a low groan escaped him as he straightened up, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, eyes half-lidded from the rush.

for a moment he just stared down at you, breathing harder, clearly enjoying the view of your bare tits marked with the faint white residue.

“fuck… that’s perfect,” he murmured, voice rough.Without giving you much time to react, Sean leaned down again. 

he carefully poured a second, slightly thicker line along the curve of your right breast, this time closer to your nipple. 

he took his time, making sure the powder stayed in place.

“stay still for me, baby,” he whispered, one hand firmly holding your waist.

he lowered his head once more. 

this time he took it slower, savoring it. 

he inhaled deeply, the sharp sound of him snorting the cocaine off your soft skin filling the quiet room. 

when he finished, he let out a pleased groan, his breath hot against your chest.

‘’fuck, sean…’’ you said.

instead of pulling away completely, sean stuck his tongue out and began licking the remaining powder from your breasts. 

he dragged his tongue slowly and deliberately over your skin, collecting every last trace. 

he licked across the swell of your tit, circling your nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, tasting the bitter chemical mixed with the taste of your skin.

“mmm… you taste so fucking good,” he groaned against your chest, voice muffled. “even better with a little extra.”

he continued licking and sucking lazily, making sure he didn’t miss any residue, his hands squeezing your breasts as he worshipped them with his mouth.

after a few moments, sean lifted his head and kissed you deeply, letting you taste the faint bitterness of the cocaine on his tongue. 

the kiss was slow and messy, his tongue sliding against yours as he groaned into your mouth.

sean moved over you, settling between your legs. he started kissing down your body — first your neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, then lower to your collarbones.

his mouth traveled across your chest, kissing and licking your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples. he sucked one into his mouth while his hand massaged the other, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

at the same time, his free hand slowly slid up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress higher, fingertips teasing the soft skin dangerously close to your core.

“you’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured against your skin, voice low and rough. “i can’t get enough of you.’’

you reached up, your fingers working on his tie. 

you loosened it and pulled it off his neck, then started unbuttoning his shirt. Sean let out a low chuckle, clearly pleased by your initiative.

sean pulled back just enough to tug your dress down your body. 

with smooth, eager movements, he slid it completely off you, leaving you in nothing but your panties. he tossed the dress aside and looked down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

‘’lie down, baby,” he ordered softly.

you obeyed, lying back fully on the couch. 

sean reached for the bottle of champagne on the table, poured some into his mouth, and then leaned over you. 

he let the cold liquid spill slowly from his lips onto your stomach, creating a small, glistening pool just above your navel.

“don’t move,” he warned with voice low and commanding. “stay still for me.”

you shivered as the cold champagne hit your warm skin. 

“it’s cold…” you whispered, biting your lip.

sean smirked. 

“good. i like watching you squirm.”

he lowered his head and started kissing down your body, from your breasts to your stomach. 

his tongue traced slow, deliberate paths over your skin, licking up every drop of champagne while keeping his eyes locked on yours the entire time. 

the eye contact was intense and filthy.

“mmm… tastes even better,” he murmured against your stomach, licking lower. “so fucking sweet.”

you let out a soft moan, your hands threading into his already messy hair. 

“sean… fuck…”

he continued kissing lower, his mouth moving teasingly over your lower belly, then even lower. 

he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside.

he settled between your thighs, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your center. 

his breath was hot against your sensitive skin as he looked up at you again.

“look at me, baby,” he whispered. “i want you watching while i eat you.”

sean’s hands caressed your inner thighs, spreading them wider for him. 

he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your soaked pussy, groaning at your taste. then he slid two thick fingers inside you, curling them perfectly as his mouth latched onto your clit.

you moaned loudly, your hips jerking against his face.

‘’fuck— sean!” you cried out, one hand gripping his hair tightly.

“that’s it, baby,” he groaned against your pussy, voice muffled and filthy. “let me hear how good i make you feel. suck a noisy girl for me.”

he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue while his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling against that perfect spot with every thrust. 

the wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out filled the room.

‘’you taste so good,” he growled, looking up at you again, his chin shiny with your arousal. “you’re such a good girl for me… letting me bury my face between your legs like this.”

your moans grew louder and more desperate as the pleasure built fast. 

sean didn’t let up. 

he sucked harder on your clit, fucking you deeper with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.

“cum for me, baby,” he demanded, voice rough. “i want to feel you queezing my fingers while you cum on my tongue. be a good girl and cum for me.”

the combination of his words, his fingers, and his relentless mouth pushed you over the edge. 

you came hard, back arching off the couch as a loud, broken moan tore from your throat.

“sean— fuck! i’m cumming!”

your thighs shook around his head, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. 

sean kept licking and sucking you through it, groaning in satisfaction as he drank every drop of your release.

he didn’t stop until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess, whimpering softly.

when he finally pulled back, his chin was shiny with your arousal. 

he looked up at you with a cynical, satisfied smirk, clearly proud of the state he had put you in.

“look at you,” he murmured, voice low and cocky. “such a pretty mess for me.”

he moved up your body and sat on the couch, pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling one of his thighs. his hands gripped your hips firmly.

“ride my thigh, baby,” he ordered, that smirk still on his lips. “i want to feel how wet you are.”

you obeyed, grinding slowly against his muscular thigh, your soaked pussy sliding against the fabric of his pants. 

the friction made you moan softly.

sean reached for the bottle of champagne again. he poured some slowly between your breasts, watching the golden liquid run down your cleavage. 

he leaned in and licked it up greedily, his tongue dragging between your tits as you continued humping his thigh.

“mmm… fuck,’’ he groaned against your skin, sucking lightly on the curve of your breast. “keep moving, baby. use my leg like the needy little thing you are.”

you moaned louder, rolling your hips faster.

your hands gripping his shoulders for support as he continued drinking the champagne from your chest, licking and sucking every drop while his eyes stayed locked on your face.

“sean— fuck, i’m cumming!” you cried out.

you moaned louder, riding his thigh harder. 

your hips moved faster, grinding down with more pressure. the feeling was filthy and intense. 

sean flexed his thigh beneath you, giving you even more friction exactly where you needed it. your breasts bounced with every desperate roll of your hips as you chased your pleasure.

sean’s cock was rock hard and pressed against your other thigh, twitching every time you moaned.

he leaned in, sucking on your neck and squeezing your ass while you kept humping him.

after a few minutes, your movements became more frantic. you came, arching your back.

sean suddenly grabbed your hips, stopping you.

after a few moments, he growled low in his throat and lifted you off his thigh. 

he stood up just long enough to push his pants and boxers all the way down, kicking them off along with his shoes. 

his hard cock bobbed heavily between his legs as he pushed you down onto the couch, laying you on your back beneath him.

he spread your legs wide and settled between them. 

without teasing, he lined up and pushed inside you in one deep thrust.

“ahh— sean!” you cried out loudly as he stretched you open, filling you completely.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, eyes rolling back for a second. “such a perfect little pussy. made for me.”

at first, he moved slowly, savoring the feeling. 

long, deep strokes that made your back arch off the couch. 

your moans were shameless and loud, echoing in the small room with every thrust. but the slower rhythm didn’t last.

sean’s control snapped. 

his hips suddenly snapped forward harder, fucking you with deep, intense strokes. the sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder as he drove into you relentlessly. 

he grabbed one of your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you.

“yes—! oh my god, sean!” you cried out, voice high and needy. 

your moans turned into loud, broken whimpers with every powerful thrust.

“that’s my good girl,” he growled, eyes burning into yours. “let me hear you. be loud for me, baby.”

he leaned down, biting your neck as he slammed into you harder, his pace brutal and possessive. “you take me so fucking well… such a perfect, noisy for me.”

your moans only grew louder, shameless and unrestrained, as he fucked you deep into the couch.

your body jolted with every powerful thrust, breasts bouncing, back arching. 

your hands couldn’t stay still — they moved frantically over his back, nails digging into his shoulders and scratching down his skin, then gripping his hair, pulling desperately as pleasure overwhelmed you.

sean breathed heavily against your ear. 

his voice came out low and serious.

“stop moving your hands, baby.”

you tried. 

you really did. 

but the overwhelming pleasure made it impossible to control yourself. 

your fingers kept gripping and scratching at his skin, desperate for something to hold onto as he drove into you.

“i can’t… sean, i can’t stop,” you moaned, voice shaky and desperate.

he let out a quiet, frustrated growl.

“i said stop.”

when you couldn’t obey, sean made the decision. 

without slowing the rhythm of his hips, he reached for his tie lying nearby. 

in one fluid motion, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them firmly above your head.

you watched him with wide eyes, breathing hard. 

“sean… what are you—?”

before you could finish, he wrapped the silk tie around your wrists, tying them together tightly, then secured them to the armrest of the couch. 

the restraint was firm. You instinctively tugged against it, but it didn’t give.

“sean…” you breathed, voice trembling with both nerves and arousal. 

“i… i can’t move my hands.”

“i know,” he said quietly, looking straight into your eyes as he sank deep inside you again. 

“that’s the point.” a loud moan escaped your lips as he resumed fucking you, harder this time. 

with your arms tied above your head, you could only arch your back and take every powerful thrust.

“oh god… sean!” you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. “it’s so deep… fuck—”

he groaned at your words, his rhythm becoming brutal and possessive. one hand held your hip, the other braced beside your head as he drove into you relentlessly.

“tell me how it feels,” he demanded, voice rough but serious.“it feels… so good,” you moaned loudly, gasping between words.

he leaned down and kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as he fucked you even deeper.

he leaned down and captured your mouth in a sloppy, hungry kiss. 

his tongue slid against yours without restraint, wet and messy. 

the kiss was deep and desperate, strings of saliva connecting your lips every time he pulled back slightly to breathe. 

you could barely keep up with the intensity of it while he continued fucking you hard, his hips snapping against yours.

a soft moan escaped into his mouth as he kissed you even sloppier, tongues gliding messily, saliva coating your lips and dripping slightly down the corner of your mouth.

without warning, his hand moved from your hip to your ass. he gave it a firm, controlled spank, the sound sharp but not too hard. 

then another, a little softer, as he kept pounding into you.

you gasped loudly against his lips.

“sean—!” you cried out, voice breaking as another slap landed on your ass, warm and stinging in the best way.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead pressed against yours, a thin string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips.

“you like that?” he asked, voice low and husky, thrusting deep and slow for a moment.

“yes… fuck, yes,” you moaned shamelessly, tugging uselessly against the tie around your wrists. “don’t stop… please.”

sean groaned at your desperate words and kissed you again, even messier than before. 

his tongue explored your mouth as he resumed his brutal pace, fucking you hard while his hand continued to spank your ass softly.

your loud moans and whimpers filled the room, mixing with the wet sound of your sloppy kisses and the constant slap of his hips against yours.

the pleasure built fast and intense. 

your wrists pulled helplessly against the silk tie as your body tensed beneath him.

“sean… I’m close,” you gasped desperately against his lips, voice shaky. 

“i’m gonna cum—”

‘’cum for me,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. “let me feel you.”

afew more deep, punishing thrusts pushed you over the edge. 

you came hard around him, crying out loudly as your walls clenched tightly around his cock. 

your whole body trembled and shook beneath him, moans breaking into sharp, breathless whimpers.

the feeling of you pulsing around him sent sean over the edge right after. 

he buried himself deep inside you with a low, guttural groan, hips stuttering as he came hard, filling you with hot, thick pulses. his breath was sharp and broken against your neck, body tense and trembling as he rode out his orgasm.

for a long moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy, ragged breathing. 

both of you were trying to catch your breath, bodies slick with sweat and still connected.

sean stayed buried inside you for a few seconds longer, then slowly lifted his head to look at you. his voice was low and hoarse when he spoke.

‘’that was the best sex of my life,” he confessed seriously, eyes locked on yours. 

you could only nod weakly, still breathing hard, cheeks flushed.

he glanced over at the watch on his wrist and cursed softly under his breath.

“shit… it’s late. we have to go.” he gently pulled out of you and sat up. “we need to get dressed. we can go back to my hotel. it’’s closer and quieter.”

he leaned down and kissed you once more — slower this time — before starting to untie your wrists with careful fingers. 

his touch was surprisingly tender after how rough he had been just moments ago.

“come on, baby,” he murmured, helping you sit up. “let’s get out of here.”

season 5 steve would definitely be such a brat tamer. he’s always slightly annoyed, ready to snap at the smallest of inconveniences because of the never ending crawls and his ongoing feud with dustin.

and he loves you soo much. you’ve never had to doubt that for the entirety of your long relationship. he treats you better than you could’ve ever imagined. he loves you loudly and unapologetically. he’s the literal epitome of your very own prince charming from those cheesy movies he used to always take you to see.

but with everything happening lately, he’s just always so on edge and so pent up. and you’d caught him on a particularly bad day.

the night before was an absolutely terrible crawl. dustin had been running late, steve had been forced into the van with jonathan, they’d gotten lost, then caught shit about it from dustin and hopper for hours after.

it was safe to say his fuse was extremely short the next morning at the station.

and so was yours.

robin had been on one all morning, clearly not having a great day either. she’d been hurling insults practically every five seconds out of pure frustration. usually a shift like this would be filled with lighthearted banter and giggles, not sideways glances and snappy comments.

and sitting in the muggy sound booth was like literal hell. the atmosphere was akin to a live wire waiting to be set off any seconds.

and robin had really pissed you off now. and unfortunately for steve, he was catching the brunt of it.

“steve, wrong button!”

“dude, you missed your cue!”

“can you stop chewing so loud?!”

“are you even listening to her at all?!”

“god, do i have to do everything myself?!”

you should’ve known to just shut up when he’d gone eerily quiet. he didn’t snap back with some crude insult— he never did— but he usually had some sort of comment. whether it be a quick “sorry,” or “my bad.” he always had something to say nowadays.

he just leaned back in his chair, deathly silent and cold.

and the moment you got into your shared apartment and into your bedroom, he was sitting down and bending you over his lap. your soft, flowy skirt was bunched up around your hips and your bare skin was on perfect display for him.

“you think you can just yell at me like that? because what? you’ve had a bad day?” and his heavy, big hand would come down onto the supple skin with a loud smack, making you jerk against his thighs. “hm? think you can get all mean and expect things to go back to normal?”

there’d be zero sympathy in his voice because everyone has truly been pushing his buttons for the last 48 hours.

his calloused palm was sooth over the reddening skin slowly, giving you that false sense of relief that made you think it was over.

smack.

you’d cry out brokenly, your legs kicking up at the sharp sting. “stevie—“

he’d cut you off immediately because he knows where you’re going with this. he always knows. “not today, baby. can’t sweet talk your way out of this one.”

smack.

the tears prickling in your waterline would begin to finally trickle down your cheeks, leaving trails of dark mascara to smudge. your bottom is starting to burn now but you know it’s far from over.

“you done bein’ a little brat to me? or should i keep going?” he asked mockingly, squeezing at the fat of your ass. you couldn’t help but whine in pain. “you gonna apologize to me? tell me how sorry you are? how this won’t happen again?”

and when you try to start pleading your case and beg for it to be over, promising it won’t happen ever again and you’ll be so nice, he’d kinda chuckle to himself and be like, “hmm, it’s funny ‘cause i think that’s exactly what you promised me last time.”

and his heavy hand would come down on the untouched side of your ass with another loud smack, making you choke out a sob. he’d stop if he truly thought he was hurting you, but he knows you better than anyone. and he knows how much you fucking love it.

“count ‘em up, honey,” he’d command, his hands kneading the flesh as he geared up for another spanking. “you know the rules. miss one and i start over.”

and he’d make you count all the way to 14 including the previous 3, an even number on each cheek. by the time he was done, your skin would be red, irritated, and literally on fire so when you went in the station tomorrow and had to sit for the long hours, you’d be uncomfortable and restless. it’d be a long reminder of your behavior and it’s consequences.

you’d be all teary and blabbering out apologies, begging stevie to forgive you. you swear it’ll never happen again and you’ll make it up to him.

after smoothing over your burning skin, he’d have you face down on the bed with your ass perched up into the air, drilling all the of attitude out of you. he’d be sooo transfixed on your creamy little cunt just fucking sucking him right back in and leaving a milt ring around the base of him.

“this what you wanted, baby? just wanted to be punished like a little slut?” he’d coo, his hands holding your waist in a bruising grip, pulling you back to meet each thrust. “fuck. pretty pussy’s just fuckin’ cryin’ for it, huh?”

he’d be so mean and teasing, leaning over you so he was buried impossibly deep. his hand would be pressing the side of face down into the sheets as you cried, fingers bunching at the blankets uselessly to try and ground you.

his hips would be moving so much slower, rolling against yours and making a new home in your guts. you could practically feel him in your throat. and you’d be mumbling out absolute nonsense. begging for more? maybe begging for mercy? he could never decipher it.

“the fuck are you even saying right now?” it came out as a breathy laugh, that lazy, confident smile splaying across his face. the hand on the side of your face moves to your hair, tugging the the roots gently before sliding around to hold your neck. he’d pull you upright so your head was back against his shoulder and his arm was looping around to splay a big hand over your stomach, feeling the head of him bulging against your tummy. one particularly hard thrust would have you screaming and arching away from him. “c’mon. be a good girl and use your words. tell me what you want.”

a choked scream spilled past your swollen lips, biting down hard to stop yourself frim letting out another when you felt a deep punch of his fat tip against your cervix. “wanna cum! hmph! please, stevie. right— right there! yes, yes, yes!”

he’d reach around to rub at your puffy, neglected clit until your jerking against him and crying out in pleasure. even when he was pissed off at you, he’d always ensure that you came first.

“that’s it, pretty baby,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear, repeatedly abusing that sweet spot inside of your gummy walls. “taking my fat cock like a fuckin’ champ. you were made for this, weren’t you?”

your nails would be digging so brutally into the forearm around your throat that was almost keeping you in a headlock, but he’d be so lost in the tight warmth of your cunt that he wouldn’t even care. he’d fucking eat it up every time. in the same way that you loooved his firm bicep pressing against your neck. if you were a little more conscious, you’d surely be taking a big bite of them.

with your shaking, spent body, he’d finally lay you back down and slide a pillow under your hips before pressing his full weight on top of you from behind. he’d push himself so far up your guts that you’d be genuinely seeing stars. and his arm would be locking around your neck again, his lips neck to your ear as he moaned lewdly.

“shit. i fuckin’ love when you get all bratty with me,” he’d admit in a low purr. “love getting to have you all dumb and pretty on my cock. hearing you beg me to let you come— oh, fuck. and deep down, i know how much you love getting this little pussy punished. can feel how tight she squeezes me, how fuckin’ wet she gets the minute i get inside you.”

“oh— oh, stevie! please, feels so good,” you cried, jolting forward with the force each hard thrust. “i love it! mmph! love when you punish me!”

and he’d be sooo fucking cocky about it, biting and nipping at your ear as he chuckled. “yeah? tell me how much you love it, baby. tell me how good i make you feel.”

you’d be crying, shaking beneath him, barely able to form another comprehendable sentence when he begins rolling his hips into you, so deep and slow that you feel like you’re suffocating. and steve’s scent, the expensive cologne and his natural musk, is all around you. it’s so entirely him that you’re literally drunk off of it.

when he knows you’re close again, mostly because you can’t say a single intelligible word, he’s rubbing at your clit with his free hand and snapping his hips into yours a little quicker. you can’t even scream when the coil in your stomach snaps, you just have to lay there and take the immense pleasure running through your blood.

and he’d finally start to get all soft on you when he thrusts a few more times slowly before feeling his balls draw up, fully emptying himself inside your dripping cunt. “there you go, honey. yeahhh, just fucking’ take it,” he moaned sweetly into your ear, peppering the side of your sweaty face in loving kisses. “such a good girl for me. fuck, i love you. love you so much, pretty.”

and steve would certainly keep you stuffed full for a few minutes while you caught your breath, kissing all over every inch of your skin. he’d sit up and away from you just to gently paw at your ass, placing the most tender kisses along the bruised skin all while muttering about how much he loves you and how good you were for him.

he’d gently spread the skin apart so he could watch his fat cock pull out from your messy pussy, loving the way his thick cum slowly gushed out of your hole. just to tease you a little, he’d sometimes run the tip of him down your slit to collect his seed and shove it back inside of you, making you let out a choked gasp and grip the sheets beneath you.

his lips would find the space between your shoulder blades, kissing all over you and then pulling out for good.

and steve looooooves aftercare. so of course he’d be rolling you over, pecking your pretty lips and running a soft, warm towel along the stickiness between your legs. he’d be kissing all over you the entire time, praising you, mumbling “i love you, honey,” over and over and over.

you knew steve harrington for what felt like forever now. 

it all started back when dustin first dragged him into your orbit after the chaotic demodog incident. 

at first, steve was just your annoyingly popular friend; the former king of hawkins high who somehow ended up babysitting a bunch of kids and fighting monsters alongside them. 

but over time, that reluctant acquaintance changed into something much deeper.

steve became one of the most important people in your life. 

he was the person you called when you couldn’t sleep.

the one who remembered your favorite snacks after a rough day.

the only one who could make you laugh even when the weight of the upside down felt crushing. 

the two of you shared an effortless closeness that went far beyond normal friendship. 

you spent countless nights talking in his car, shoulders brushing, exchanging quiet confessions under dim streetlights. 

he knew your fears, your dreams, and the way you liked your drinks. 

you knew his insecurities, his regrets, and the parts of him he hid from the rest of the world.

and yet… you weren’t together. 

not officially.

there were no labels, no dates and no promises. 

just a deep, tender bond that everyone around you seemed to notice except the two of you. 

or at least, that’s what you told yourselves.

steve had been completely honest with you about nancy. 

one quiet evening, months after their breakup, he told you everything; the good moments. the painful fights, the way he had failed her, and how much it hurt when things ended. 

he spoke openly about his guilt and the lingering sadness, but he also made it clear that he had moved on. 

the feelings were no longer romantic; they were just memories now. 

still, he trusted you enough to lay it all bare, something he rarely did with anyone else. 

you listened without judgment, and that night only pulled you two closer.

robin, of course, found the whole thing endlessly entertaining. 

she never missed a chance to tease you both. 

whenever she caught steve staring at you a little too long or noticed how his hand instinctively rested on your lower back when you walked together.

“you two are so gone for each other it’s actually painful to watch.” she’d smirk and say.

she loved poking at steve specifically, grinning.

“just admit you like her. the way you look at her is embarrassing. even the kids have noticed.” 

steve would roll his eyes, cheeks slightly pink.

“shut up,” but he never actually denied it.

after that, you became close friends with nancy and Robin. 

or that’s what you thought.

one crisp afternoon, the three of you –you, nancy, and robin– were walking through the woods. you were supposed to be gathering information about some gates, but the conversation drifted into more personal territory.

steve was a little further ahead, scouting with eddie, but every so often he would glance back over his shoulder, his eyes finding you almost instinctively.

he’d give you that soft familiar half-smile before turning his attention back to the trail.

and nancy noticed it immediately. she let out a small bitter-sounding laugh as she pushed a branch out of her way.

‘’god, look at him. he can’t even go five minutes without checking on you.’’

you looked at her, thinking the words to talk.

‘’it’s actually kind of impressive how attentive he is… when he wants to be.’’ nancy continued.

robin raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, sensing the shit in tone. nancy continued again, her voice was sweet but laced with something sharper.

‘’must be nice having someone glued to you at these days.’’

you felt heat rise your cheeks. laughing nervously, you shook your head and tried to brush it off.

‘’oh, come on, nancy. it’s not like that,’’ you said quickly, forcing a smile. ‘’steve’s just… protective of everyone. he’s not that attentive with me specially. we’re just close friends, that’s all.’’

nancy turned her head to look at you, her expression unreadable but her smile thin.

‘’right,’’ she replied, the word dripping with disbelief. ‘’just friends. of course.’’

she looked forward again, eyes landing on steve’s distant figure as he once more glanced back toward your group.

towards you.

robin cleared her throat, trying to cut through the tension, but the damage was already done. 

you swallowed hard, heart racing, and kept walking in silence, painfully aware of steve’s eyes still lingering on you from afar.

that same evening at the wheeler house, the group was crowded around the large dining table covered in maps, newspapers clipping, and half-empty mugs of coffee. 

steve stood directly behind you, his tall frame leaning over your shoulder as he pointed at a particular route on the map.

his chest pressed warmly against your back, and one of his hands settled naturally on your waist, his fingers splaying possessively over the fabric oof your shirt.

the touch was innocent enough to anyone glancing over. but the way his thumb began to move –slow, deliberate circles against your side– was anything but.

you felt his breath ghost over the side of your neck when he spoke.

a low and intimate voice.

‘’right here,’’ he murmured, his lips dangerously close to your ear. ‘’this is where we need to be careful.’’

your breath hitched. without meaning to, you leaned back into him, your hips pressing subtly against his front.

steve’s grip tightened instantly, pulling you closer for just a second.

the heat between your bodies was undeniable.

his fingers flexed against your waist, and you could feel the tension in his arm, like he was fighting the urge to do more.

the air around you felt thick, charged with something heavy and unspoken.

steve’s other hand brushed against yours on the table, lingering far longer than necessary, his pinky slowly tracing the side of your hand.

you bit your lip, trying to focus on the map while your heart hammered in your chest.

from across the table, robin smirked but stayed quiet. 

nancy, however, watched the entire interaction with narrowed eyes, her pen frozen in her hand.

eddie, never one to hold back, groaned loudly and threw his head back in exaggerated disgust.

‘’oh my god, seriously? can you two stop eye-fucking each other for five minutes? we’re trying to plan how not to die and you’re over here practically dry-humping each other in front of everyone!’’ 

he waved his hands dramatically.

steve didn’t move away immediately. 

instead, he let out a low chuckle. his hand gave your waist one last possessive squeeze before he finally straightened up.

but the heated look he gave you over your shoulder made it very clever this moment was far from over.

you felt your cheeks burning as you avoided nancy’s sharp gaze. 

but she said nothing.

after the group finally finished planning their strategy to confront vecna, everyone slowly dispersed. 

leaving you and steve completely alone in the dining room.

the tension in the air was immediate and thick.

steve leaned back against the table, his arms crossed over his chest while he watched you with that cocky little smirk.

‘’so…’’ he started, giving you a low voice full of sarcasm. ‘’you gonna keep pretending in front of nancy that you aren’t completely obsessed with me? or are we still playing the game?’’

you turned to face him, trying to keep your expression neutral even though your heart was racing.

‘’you’re the one who can’t keep his hands off me in front of everyone,’’ you shot back, raising an eyebrown. ‘’real subtle, harrington.’’

steve let a low chuckle and pushed off the table, slowly stalking toward you.

‘’oh, i’m sorry. was i being too obvious when you were practically pushing your ass back against me earlier?’’ he stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could smell his cologne. “don’t act like you didn’t love it.”

you rolled your eyes, even as heat crawled up your neck. 

“you’re so full of yourself.”

“and you,” he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. his fingers lingering on your jaw, “are a terrible liar.” 

his thumb brushed slowly over your cheek. 

‘’you’ve been looking at me the same way i’ve been looking at you all day. don’t think i didn’t notice.”

the tension between you was electric. 

steve’s eyes dropped to your lips.

then back up to your eyes.

he looked at you hungry.

‘’you drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured. “acting all innocent in front of the others while you know exactly what you do to me.”

your breath hitched. 

“maybe you just need better self-control.”

steve smirked, stepping even closer until your bodies were nearly touching. 

“or maybe you should stop pretending you don’t want me to lose it.”

for a second, you both just stared at each other, the air heavy with unspoken desire. 

then steve cupped your face with both hands and kissed you.

it was deep and urgent from the start. 

you kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers sliding into his hair and tugging. 

steve groaned softly against your mouth, one hand dropping to your waist to pull you flush against him. 

the kiss grew hotter, tongues meeting, bodies pressed together against the table as weeks of hidden tension finally spilled over.

‘’fuck… i hate hiding this,” steve whispered with husky voice.

before you could respond, the door swung open.

“oh, for the love of god—” robin stood there, holding two mugs of coffee, eyes wide. “again?! i can’t leave you two alone for five minutes without you attacking each other!”

the next day, you, robin, and nancy spent the afternoon at the hawkins public library.

you three were tucked away in a quiet corner surrounded by stacks of old newspapers, town history books, and anything that might give you new information about vecna.

for a while, the conversation stayed focused on research. 

but eventually, nancy closed the book in front of her with a soft thud and looked directly at you.

“so… are you and steve actually together?” she asked, her voice calm but pointed.

you felt your stomach drop. 

robin glanced up from her notes but said nothing, choosing to stay silent for now.

nancy leaned forward slightly, continuing before you could answer. 

“because the tension between you two is impossible to ignore. it doesn’t look like friendship. it looks like something more.”

you shook your head quickly, forcing a nervous smile. 

“no, nancy. we’re not together. i promise. steve and i are just really close friends. that’s all.”

nancy let out a small sigh, tilting her head as she studied you. 

“look, i know steve. i dated him for a long time, remember? i know exactly how he acts when he’s into someone. it’s kind of his thing when he’s flirting.” she paused for a moment, then added, “and honestly? it’s fine. it doesn’t bother me. steve and i are friends now. i’ve moved on.”

you felt your cheeks heat up. you shook your head again, more firmly this time. 

“no, really. we’re not like that. we trust each other. there’s nothing romantic going on.”

nancy gave you a small, knowing smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

“of course,” she said softly, her voice sweet but edged with something sharper. “you two are just… very close. i understand. it’s sweet, really.”

the comment hung in the air, light enough to seem innocent, but pointed enough to sting.

you couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“nancy… are you jealous?”

the question slipped out before you could stop it. robin’s head snapped up from her notes, eyes widening slightly.

nancy blinked, clearly caught off guard, but she recovered quickly with a soft laugh. 

“jealous? no, i’m not—” 

before she could finish, robin cleared her throat loudly and interrupted.

“okay, ladies, as fun as this is, we should probably get back to investigating,” she said, tapping the newspaper in front of her. “vecna isn’t going to defeat himself, and we’re running out of daylight.”

nancy pressed her lips together for a second, then nodded. 

“you’re right,” she said, standing up and smoothing her sweater. “i’ll go check the history section on the second floor. maybe there’s something useful there.”

she gave you one last lingering look before walking away toward the stairs.

the moment nancy disappeared between the shelves, robin turned to you with a knowing smirk.

“alright. she’s gone,” robin said, leaning closer. “i know there’s something going on between you and steve. and before you try to deny it again — i’ve literally walked in on you two making out. twice.”

she raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“so… how long has this been going on?”

you let out a long sigh, glancing around to make sure nancy was still out of earshot. 

“a few weeks,” you admitted quietly. “it just… happened. we’re not officially together or anything. it’s kind of a mess, honestly.”

robin nodded slowly, a small smirk on her face. 

“i figured. you two have been acting weird for a while. it was only a matter of time. just be careful, okay?”

you smiled weakly. 

“yeah… i know.”

the rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of research. 

when you finally got home that night, you were exhausted.  you had just changed into your pajamas when the phone rang. 

without thinking, you picked it up.

“hello?” a familiar low chuckle came through the line.

“hey, baby… it’s me.” you smiled, lying back on your bed. 

“steve. i didn’t know it was you.”

“yeah, i figured,” he said, voice warm. “how was the library? did you find anything useful, or was nancy giving you a hard time?”

you let out a soft laugh. 

“a bit of both. we found some old records that might help with vecna, but nancy kept pushing about us again. she’s convinced we’re together.”

steve hummed. 

“let her think what she wants.” hs tone shifted, becoming slower and deeper. then the quiet was made, until he talked again. “i miss you. been thinking about you nonstop since yesterday.”

“i miss you too,” you whispered.

steve’s voice dropped even lower. 

“yeah? i keep thinking about that kiss… how you pulled me closer. fuck, i wanted to lift you onto that table and take my time with you right there.”

your breath caught. heat spread through your body as you squeezed your thighs together instinctively. 

your free hand rested on your stomach, fingers twitching as you fought the urge to slide them lower.

“steve…” you breathed, voice shaky.

“i’ve been all day remembering how you sound when you’re turned on,” he continued, husky and teasing. “i want you so bad, baby. i want to kiss down your neck, push your legs apart and—”

your fingers hovered just at the waistband of your pajama shorts, heart racing, breath coming faster. 

you were so close to giving in—

“honey!” your big sister’s voice suddenly echoed from downstairs. “dinner’s ready! come down before it gets cold!”

you froze, letting out a frustrated sigh as you pulled your hand away.

“shit… i have to go,” you whispered, cheeks burning. “my sister’s calling me for dinner.”

steve groaned deeply on the other end. 

“worst timing ever. alright… go eat.” he paused, then added with a smirk in his voice, “but tomorrow i’m coming over early.”

the next afternoon, you had just stepped out of the shower, steam still filling your bathroom. 

you wrapped a towel tightly around your body and walked into your bedroom, hair damp and skin still warm. 

you were supposed to meet up with nancy, robin, eddie, and the rest of the group in less than an hour to go over the final details of the plan against vecna.

you were reaching for your clothes when you heard the familiar sound of your window sliding open.

you jumped, letting out a startled gasp as steve climbed through the window like he used to do back in the day. 

he landed quietly on your floor, brushing off his jeans with a smug little smirk.

“jesus christ, steve!” you whisper-yelled, one hand clutching the towel tightly against your chest. “you scared the hell out of me!”

he straightened up, eyes slowly dragging down your body, taking in the sight of you in nothing but a towel. 

his smirk deepened.

“sorry, baby,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “couldn’t wait until later.” he took a slow step closer, his eyes dark with heat. “and damn… this is a much better view than i imagined.”

you felt your face heat up as you took a small step back, still gripping the towel. 

“steve. i have to get ready. we’re meeting everyone soon and i’m not even dressed.”

he ignored your protest, closing the distance between you until he was right in front of you. 

his fingers lightly traced the edge of the towel near your collarbone, not pulling it, just teasing.

“you sure you don’t have five minutes?” he murmured, voice low and flirty. “because you look way too good in just this towel.’’

before you could answer, steve’s hands slid down to your waist, gripping you firmly as he pulled you flush against him. 

you didn’t resist. 

the second his lips met yours, you melted into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck.

the kiss was hungry from the start. 

steve kissed you like he’d been waiting all day, tongue sliding against yours as one of his hands stayed firmly on your waist and the other cupped the back of your neck. 

you kissed him back just as eagerly, fingers threading into his hair and tugging lightly, exactly how he liked it.

“fuck, i missed this,” steve breathed against your lips between kisses. “missed tasting you… missed the way you sound when i kiss you like this.”

you let out a soft moan into his mouth as he deepened the kiss again, his tongue exploring yours with slow, heated strokes. 

your body pressed tighter against his, the thin towel the only thing between you.

steve walked backwards until he reached your bed and sat down on the edge, never breaking the kiss. 

with a gentle but firm tug, he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. 

the towel rode up your thighs as you settled over him, and his hands immediately gripped your hips, holding you in place.

“steve…” you whispered breathlessly, forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath.

he smirked, eyes dark with want, and gave your hips a light squeeze.“What?” he teased, voice rough. 

“you said you had to get ready… but you’re not exactly pushing me away, baby.”

you laughed softly, still a little dizzy from the kiss, and leaned in to kiss him again, slower this time. 

steve groaned quietly into your mouth, one hand sliding up your back under the edge of the towel while the other stayed firmly on your thigh.

“we really don’t have time,” you murmured against his lips, even as you kissed him once more.

“i know,” he replied, nipping at your bottom lip. “but fuck… you make it really hard to care.”

you kept kissing him deeply, straddling his lap as the kiss grew hotter and messier. 

your hips rocked slowly against him without thinking, and steve’s grip on your thigh tightened, pulling you closer. 

his tongue moved against yours hungrily, one hand now fully under the towel, caressing the bare skin of your back and waist.

soon you felt him getting hard beneath you. 

his cock pressed against your core through his jeans. you smiled against his lips and rolled your hips deliberately, grinding down on the growing bulge.

“mmm… already?” you teased, voice breathy and playful. “i thought you were supposed to behave.”

steve let out a low, strained groan, his hips buckling up slightly to meet your movement. 

“you’re the one sitting on my lap in nothing but a towel,” he muttered with a rough arousal voice. “what did you expect?”

you smirked and leaned in, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down his neck. 

you sucked lightly on the sensitive spot just below his ear, then gently bit down, earning another deep groan from him.

“fuck, baby…” steve hissed, tilting his head to give you better access. 

his hands gripped your ass under the towel, squeezing as you continued grinding against his now fully hard cock. 

“you’re gonna kill me.”

you kissed and licked along his neck, enjoying the way his breathing got heavier every time you rolled your hips. 

“maybe i should stop then…” you whispered teasingly against his skin, even as you pressed down harder against his erection.

“don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, one hand sliding higher up your thigh, dangerously close to where you were both aching for contact.

steve pulled you even tighter against him and captured your mouth in a deep intense kiss. 

his hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers threaded into your damp hair as he held you in place, kissing you harder. 

his tongue slid against yours with hunger, dominating the kiss completely.

you moaned softly into his mouth and started rocking your hips, grinding slowly but firmly against the hard bulge in his jeans. the friction made you both breathless. 

steve groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your lips as he pushed his hips up to meet every roll of yours.

he kissed you like he was starving, focusing especially on your upper lip — sucking it into his mouth, licking it, biting it gently before soothing it with his tongue. 

he kept returning to it over and over, obsessed. 

he was pressed so close his nose kept brushing against your cheek and almost poking the corner of your eye with every tilt of his head, but neither of you cared enough to pull away.

“fuck, baby…” he panted between kisses with a rough voice. “you feel so good grinding on me like that.”

you answered by rolling your hips harder, dragging your covered pussy along his clothed cock in slow deliberate movements. 

steve’s grip on your neck tightened as he kissed you even deeper, sucking on your upper lip again while his other hand squeezed your ass under the towel, guiding your movements.

the dry humping became more urgent. 

the towel had ridden up completely around your waist, and only his jeans separated you now. 

every time you rocked forward, his hard length rubbed perfectly against your clit, making you whimper into his mouth.

steve’s nose pressed against the side of your eye again as he angled his head to kiss you even more desperately.

tongue sliding deep.

lips locked on your upper lip like he couldn’t get enough of it.

without warning, steve gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back on the bed. 

you gasped as he moved over you, settling his body between your spread legs. the towel had completely fallen open, barely covering anything anymore.

steve leaned down and kissed you hard again, then moved to your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin as he pressed his hard cock against your bare pussy through his jeans.

“fuck, you smell so good,” he groaned against your neck, inhaling deeply. “fresh out of the shower… all warm and soft. i could eat you up right now.”

you whimpered, arching your back and rolling your hips up against him. 

“steve… please…”

he lifted his head, eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you. 

“please what, baby? use your words. tell me what you want.”

“touch me… please. i need you or your fingers.” your cheeks burned, but the ache between your legs won. 

steve smirked, clearly pleased. 

“that’s my good girl.” he brought two fingers to your lips. “first, suck.”

you obediently opened your mouth and took his fingers in, sucking them slowly while looking up at him. you swirled your tongue around them, getting them nice and wet.

steve groaned at the sight, his cock twitching against you.

“fuck, look at you…” he muttered, voice thick. “sucking my fingers like you would my cock. so fucking pretty.”

after a few seconds he pulled them out with a wet pop and immediately slid them down between your legs. 

he rubbed your soaked pussy slowly, teasing your clit before pushing two thick fingers inside you.

you moaned loudly, back arching off the bed.

“shit, you’re so wet already,” steve breathed, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. “this pussy is dripping for me. you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

“yes…” you gasped, hips moving to meet his fingers. “steve… faster, please.”

he leaned down to kiss you again, sucking on your upper lip while his fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

“greedy girl,” he whispered hotly against your mouth. “you want more? want me to make you cum before i fuck you?”

you could only moan in response, nodding desperately as his fingers pumped faster, curling and rubbing against that sensitive spot inside you. 

steve kept kissing you deeply, occasionally breaking away to suck and bite your upper lip while his thumb circled your swollen clit.

“that’s it, baby,” he growled against your lips. “fuck my fingers like a good little slut. you’re so fucking wet… i can hear how much this pussy needs me.”

your hips bucked wildly against his hand. 

the pleasure built fast and intense until it finally crashed over you. 

you came hard around his fingers, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name. 

steve didn’t stop, working you through your orgasm with slow, deep strokes until you were trembling and breathless.

he finally pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while staring down at you with dark eyes.

“delicious,” he murmured.

steve then tugged the towel completely off your body, tossing it aside. 

he started kissing down your neck, your collarbones, sucking on your tits and swirling his tongue around your nipples before continuing lower. 

he kissed and licked down your stomach, taking his time, until he settled between your legs. he looked up at you, eyes locked with yours as he spread your thighs wider. 

without warning, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your soaked pussy.

you arched sharply, a loud moan escaping your lips. steve groaned against you. 

“fuck, you taste even better than i remembered.” he buried his face deeper, nose pressing against your clit as he licked and sucked eagerly. 

his nose kept brushing and nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves every time he moved, adding to the overwhelming sensation.

“look at me,” he demanded, glancing up at you while his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit. “i want to see your face while i eat this pretty pussy.”

you could barely keep your eyes open, but you tried, one hand gripping his hair tightly as he devoured you. 

steve sucked your clit into his mouth, humming in satisfaction, then pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his nose continued rubbing against your clit.

“you’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned between licks. “such a needy little thing… cum on my tongue, baby. i want to feel you falling apart again.”

the combination of his tongue inside you and his nose pressing rhythmically against your swollen clit quickly pushed you over the edge. your legs shook violently around his head as you came with a loud, broken moan, thighs clamping around him. 

steve kept licking you through it, savoring every drop until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess.

when he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were shiny.. 

you were still catching your breath when you pushed yourself up, moving onto your knees in front of him on the bed. 

your hands reached eagerly for his belt, fingers working quickly to undo it.

steve watched you with dark, hungry eyes, but just as you started to pull the belt open, he grabbed your wrists gently but firmly, stopping you.

“not yet,” he murmured.

he cupped your face with both hands, tilting your head up. 

then he leaned down and kissed you deeply, making sure you could taste yourself on his tongue. the kiss was slow, filthy, and possessive. 

you moaned into his mouth as you tasted your own wetness on his lips and tongue.

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily.

“go ahead, baby,” he whispered, voice rough. “now you can take it out.” he released your wrists, letting you continue. 

your hands immediately returned to his belt, unbuckling it with shaky fingers before working on the button and zipper of his jeans.

steve groaned deeply, hips twitching forward into your touch. 

“fuck… baby, please,” he rasped. “don’t tease me. i’ve been hard for you since i climbed through that window.”

you smiled up at him, continuing to stroke him slowly over the fabric, feeling him throb under your hand. 

steve let out a low desperate sound, his head falling back slightly.

“shit… your hand feels so good. please, just touch it already.”

encouraged by his begging, you finally slipped your hand inside his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his hard cock. 

he was hot, heavy, and hard. 

you stroked him a few times, your thumb brushing over the leaking tip.

steve moaned, louder this time. 

“that’s it… just like that. fuck, your hand—”

you didn’t wait any longer. 

you pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. without hesitation, you leaned forward and took him into your mouth, sucking on the head before sliding down as far as you could.

“fuuuck—” steve groaned, his hand immediately going to the back of your head. “just like that, baby. good girl… sucking my cock so well.”

he gathered your damp hair into a makeshift ponytail, wrapping it around his fist.

you bobbed your head, taking him deeper, your tongue swirling around him as you sucked. 

steve’s grip on your hair tightened, guiding your movements as he gently fucked your mouth.

“look at me,” he breathed, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “i love watching you with my dick in your mouth.”

his other hand caressed your cheek as you worked him, occasionally pushing a little deeper, making you gag softly around him. 

steve’s groans grew louder, his hips moving in shallow thrusts as he held your hair firmly in his fist.

you took him deeper, sucking harder, your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock while your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

steve’s breathing became ragged, his grip on your hair tightening.

“fuck— baby, i’m close,” he warned, voice strained. “gonna cum in that pretty mouth if you keep going like that…” you didn’t pull away. 

instead, you moaned around him and sucked harder, looking up at him with watery eyes. 

that was all it took. steve let out a deep, guttural groan as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling into your mouth. 

“swallow it,” he growled, still holding your hair. “all of it, baby. good girl…”

you swallowed every drop, looking up at him as you did. 

steve watched you with pure lust in his eyes, breathing heavily. he pulled you up and kissed you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue, before gently pushing you onto your back.

he settled between your spread legs, his still-hard cock resting heavy against your soaked pussy. 

he was very big —thick and long— and he knew it.

steve looked down at you, his eyes dark. 

“gonna go slow, okay baby? i don’t want to hurt you.”

he laced his fingers with yours, pinning your hand beside your head, and squeezed gently. then he slowly started pushing inside you.

you gasped as the thick head stretched you open. steve groaned deeply, forehead pressed against yours.

“fuck… so tight,” he breathed, his rough with pleasure voice. “look at you taking my cock so well. such a good girl for me.”

he pushed in another inch, slow and careful, watching your face the entire time. 

“that’s it… breathe for me, baby. you’re doing so fucking good. taking every inch like you were made for it.”

you whimpered as he kept sinking deeper, stretching you wide. steve kept whispering praises.

“so fucking pretty when you’re full of me… you feel that? feel how deep i am?” when he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside you, he stayed still, letting you adjust. 

he squeezed your hand tighter, fingers still perfectly interlaced with yours.

“you okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly, kissing your lips. “you’re so tight around me… gripping my cock so perfectly. i could stay like this forever.”

he started moving then — slow, deep thrusts, rolling his hips carefully as he kissed you again.

“such a good fucking girl,” he praised between thrusts. “taking all of me so well… i’m so proud of you, baby.”

steve kept your fingers tightly interlaced, squeezing your hand as he fucked you. 

at first his thrusts were slow and deep, letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open. the wet sound of him sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filled the room.

“fuck, Steve…” you moaned, squeezing his hand back. “it feels so big… right there…”

“that’s it, baby,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “right there? you like it when i fuck you deep like this?”

he gradually picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. the bed started creaking beneath you. 

steve’s grip on your hand tightened as he drove into you with more intensity.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he panted, voice rough. “this pussy was made for my cock. look at you taking every inch like a good little slut.”

without warning, steve pulled out of you, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. 

he grabbed your thighs and easily lifted you up. you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you across the room and pressed you against the desk.

the wood creaked under the impact as he pinned you there. steve lined himself up and pushed back inside you in one slow, deep thrust, groaning loudly at how tight you felt.

“fuck… yes,” he growled against your neck.

he started fucking you against the dresser with slow, intense strokes. 

every thrust was powerful and deliberate, his hips rolling deeply into you. the dresser shook with each thrust, the mirror rattling softly behind you.

he started fucking you against the dresser with slow, intense strokes. 

every thrust was powerful and deliberate, his hips rolling deeply into you. the table shook with each thrust.

steve kept one hand under your thigh for support while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave marks. 

he buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting as he fucked you passionately.

“you feel so fucking good like this,” he groaned, voice low and rough. “pressed against the desk… taking my cock so deep. such a perfect little fucktoy for me.”

you moaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders. 

“steve… oh god, it’s so deep—”

he growled in response and picked up the rhythm slightly, still keeping each thrust slow and intense, making sure you felt every single inch. 

the angle was perfect, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside you with every roll of his hips.

“look at me, baby,” he demanded, forehead pressed against yours. “i want to see your face while i fuck you like this.”

you kept your eyes on his, moaning with every deep, powerful thrust. 

steve fucked you harder against the dresser, his hips snapping forward as he chased his pleasure. 

his grip on your thigh was almost bruising, the other hand still holding yours tightly.

“fuck, i’m so close,” he groaned, voice strained. “you’re gonna make me cum so hard, baby…”

you were both right on the edge when the bedroom door suddenly swung open.

nancy stood there, eyes wide with shock.

for a second, everything froze.

steve was buried deep inside you, your legs wrapped around his waist, both of you completely naked and sweaty. 

nancy’s mouth fell open.

“what the—?!” she gasped, her face turning bright red. “oh my god!” she immediately turned around and slammed the door shut behind her, but not before muttering a stunned “what the fuck…”

steve groaned in frustration, forehead dropping to your shoulder. 

“shit…”

you were both breathing hard, hearts racing. 

he slowly pulled out of you, setting you down on shaky legs. 

your knees nearly gave out, but he caught you, holding you against his chest for a moment.

“we have to get dressed,” you whispered urgently, still flushed and trembling. “they’re probably all waiting for us.”

steve nodded, kissing you quickly on the forehead. “yeah… fuck. bad timing.’’

you both rushed to get dressed — you throwing on whatever clothes you could find, steve pulling up his jeans and fixing his shirt. 

the air was thick with frustration and leftover arousal.

once you were both decent, you took a deep breath and opened the door. 

steve followed right behind you.

the moment you stepped into the hallway, the atmosphere shifted. 

nancy was standing a few feet away, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

her face was still flushed with embarrassment, but now it was mixed with clear annoyance and discomfort.

she looked at both of you, her jaw tight.

“everyone’s waiting in the living room,” she said, her voice colder than usual. “we’ve been ready for twenty minutes.”

her eyes flicked between you and steve, lingering a second longer on him. 

steve cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. 

“yeah, sorry about that. we… got distracted.”

nancy let out a sharp humorless laugh. 

“distracted. right.” she looked at you again, her expression unreadable. “you might want to fix your hair before we go. it’s a mess.”

it was a warm saturday afternoon in late spring.

your parents finally decided they needed help watching your hyperactive little brother after school and on weekends. 

your brother was eight years old at the time. loud, chaotic, messy, and completely obsessed with video games. 

your parents worked long hours, went on trips, and you were busy with your things. 

so they put an ad out for a babysitter.

kurt was a little bit older than you, maybe two years older. 

years had passed since he used to babysit your brother. 

back then, kurt was an awkward teenager your parents hired a few times a week.

he was good with your brother. patient, and never complained. but you weren’t especially close to him.

now, everything felt different.

now your brother was twenty, and kurt twenty-three.

he spent more than your parents wanted to admit playing video games. streaming them, and yelling at his teammates.

then your brother met bobbybasecamp, a year younger than him and probably his best friend. 

bobby was an asshole to kurt, not to your brother.

he was constantly mocking kurt, talking shit about him and humiliating him in front of everyone, including streams.

your parents still worked for hours, so they were relieved when kurt started showing up at the house again. 

but not as a babysitter, but as someone who he apparently invited over.

at least, that’s what kurt told them.

because your brother tolerated kurt more than he actually liked him as a friend. 

kurt would show up some afternoons, claiming both were going to play games together. 

your brother would just roll his eyes but let him in anyway, mostly because kurt brought snacks, and bobby and him really needed those.

you noticed kurt’s presence a little bit more.

he changed a little bit since those babysitting days. 

he was still lanky. 

still wore those ugly hoodies and worn-out sneakers.

but there was something more intense behind his eyes.

the first time you interacted with him after those years was on a friday evening. you came home from a hangout, tired and ready to collapse on the couch.

kurt was sitting in the living room with bobby and your brother. the three of them on the floor in front of the tv.

when you walked in, kurt’s head snapped up immediately,

his reaction was instant.

his cheeks flushed a deep pink. he sat up straighter and his hands started fidgeting in his lap as he tried –and failed– to look casual.

‘’h-hey,’’ he stammered with his voice cracking. ‘’i remember you. i mean… yeah– from before.’’

you smiled, surprised by how nervous he still got around you.

‘’yeah. good to see you again, kurt.’’

he nodded quickly, ears burning red.

‘’yeah. good to see you too. really good.’’

from that day, kurt started coming over more frequently. 

he always made sure to mention he was your brother’s friend, even though he mostly ignored him and treated him like an annoying old brother figure.

kurt didn’t seem to mind that behaviour. 

he was there for one reason, and it wasn’t your brother or bobby.

it was you.

every time you walked close or into the same room, kurt would get visibly nervous. he always did the same thing.

first the would straighten up. wherever he happened to be.

then he would run a hand through his hair.

and finally, he seemed to forget where to put his hands.

if you spoke to him directly –even something simple– he would stumble over his words and his cheeks would turn to that familiar shade of pink.

‘’you look.. really nice today,’’ he once yelled after you came downstairs in casual clothes. 

then he immediately looked horrified at himself, and added.

‘’i mean– not that you don’t always look nice. just… god, ignore that.’’

you found it oddly endearing.

he was clearly not used to being around girls. he had zero game. 

no smooth lines, just raw and awkward sincerity.

when you laughed at something he said, his whole face would light up like he’d won the lottery.

when you sat down to watch a movie between him and bobby, he’d keep stealing glances at you.

but then bobby, who was nineteen years old, started trying with you. started flirting too much.

something that made you feel a bit uncomfortable. 

it started when you went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. bobby came up to you. tried to flirt and show off his followers, as if that were going to win you over.

he was close, and that made you uncomfortable.

kurt froze mid-step. the bag of chips crinkled loudly in his suddenly tight grip.

for a moment, his expression went completely blank, like someone had punched him in the stomach.

then he forced a smile, completely fake.

‘’oh– hi,’’ he said with a quieter voice than usual. ‘’sorry for interrupting.’’

he tried to play it off, but you saw it. 

the way his shoulders slumped. the way his eyes lost their spark for the rest of the night. he stayed quieter than usual, laughing less at bobby’s jokes.

after that night, the shift became more noticeable.

kurt still came over. he still claimed he was there for your brother.

but his eyes followed you more. he’d linger longer when saying goodbye. he’d ask subtle questions about bobby and you. 

you didn’t really talk about it, and his jaw would tighten just slightly. he never said anything outright. 

he was too shy, too gentle, too afraid of ruining whatever small connection he had with you.

but deep down, something was growing inside him. quiet, desperate, and all-consuming.

you were the first girl who had ever been consistently kind to him. the first one who smiled at him like he mattered.

and kurt was starting to believe, in his own silence, that you were supposed to be his. even if you already belonged to someone else.

but then, you and your friends fought. 

it happened on a saturday night. you were out with your friends, trying to enjoy.

instead, you found out they hated you for a weird reason. 

you drank more than you should probably have, and by the time the uber dropped you off at home, it was past midnight.

when you walked through the front door, kurt was still there.

he stayed late at home with your brother, who was already in bed. kurt was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone.

the second he saw you –with red eyes, makeup smudged and walking a little unsteadily– he stood up immediately.

‘’you… you okay?’’ he asked with a soft and concerned voice.

you shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping you. 

‘’do i look like i’m okay…?’’ you said sarcastically. ‘’my friends are so fucking fake. they talk shit behind my back.’’

kurt’s expression changed. his jaw tightened. something dark flickered in his eyes for a brief moment before he stepped closer.

‘’oh. fuck,’’ he said. ‘’i’m really sorry. you didn’t deserve that. i mean… no one deserves that, but you? way less.’’

you were drunk enough to not care about anything. so you walked straight up to him and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest.

kurt froze completely, his arms hovering in the air like he didn’t know what to do with them. 

he was scared to touch you, even if he really wanted to. but then, slowly, he wrapped them around you.

his heart was hammering against your cheek.

‘’you’re so nice, kurt,’’ you mumbled against his hoodie, still a little bit tipsy. ‘’why can’t more guys be like you?’’

kurt’s breath hitched. his arms tightened around you just a little more. you could feel how warm he was, how hard he was trying to stay calm.

when you pulled back slightly, you were still very close. the alcohol made you bold. you looked up at him with a small, sad, flirty smile and lightly ran your fingers down his arm.

‘’you’re cute when you get nervous, you know that?’’ you teased softly.

kurt’s face turned bright red. he looked completely overwhelmed, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

‘’i…um,’’ he stammered, completely lost for words.

you laughed quietly, tipsy and sad, then patted his chest before heading upstairs to your room.

you thought nothing more of it.

but for kurt, that night broke something inside him.

he drove home with his hands shaking on the steering wheel. the feeling of your body pressed against his, soft and warm. 

the way you smelled, like sweet vanilla perfume mixed with alcohol. the way you smiled at him even if you were hurting and the way you touched his arm and called him cute. 

all that, replayed in his head the entire drive, over and over again.

when he got home he couldn’t sleep. he lay at his bed staring at the ceiling with his heart racing.  he kept touching the spot on his arm where your fingers had brushed him.

the memory made the heat pool down in his stomach. the memory slowly moved lower, slipping under the waistband of his sweatpants.

he closed his eyes and imagined you again – the way you hugged him, the way you felt against him, the way you looked at him with that flirty little smile.

his hand wrapped around himself and he started stroking slowly, breathing shaky. he pictured you saying his name, touching him more, letting him hold you longer. 

the fantasy grew hotter until he came hard with a quiet groan, spilling over his hand while whispering your name.

after that, it became a nightly ritual.

every night he would replay the memory. every night he would touch himself thinking about you; sometimes more desperate, imagining you wanting him the way he wanted you. 

he felt guilty afterward, but he couldn’t stop.

he told himself he was making sure you were safe.

he told himself he was protecting you.

sometimes he would whisper your name under his breath.

during the day he was still the same shy awkward kurt. 

he brought your favorite snacks “just because.” he stayed longer, finding excuses to talk to you. 

when you mentioned something related to bobby staying at your house when kurt wasn’t there, his eyes would darken with something intense and possessive before he quickly hid it behind his shy smile.

you thought him listening to you was sweet.

but you had no idea how completely kurt kunkle was becoming with you.

he lived for the moments you smiled at him. he replayed every word you said. he touched himself every night thinking about you. 

kurt wasn’t dangerous.

he was just completely, quietly, hopelessly in love with you.

the weeks after those nights blurred together in a haze for you. your friends kept texting, showing up at your place or at places they knew you’d be, kept making you feel watched and unsafe. 

you tried to ignore it, tried to move on, but it wore on you. 

kurt, on the other hand, became a constant steady presence.

he started offering you rides home after nights out with friends. “it’s not a problem,” he’d say with that shy smile when you accepted. “i’m already out driving anyway.”

one night you called a spree after another tense evening with your friends. when the car pulled up, it was kurt behind the wheel. 

he looked surprised but happy to see you.

‘’hey,’’ he said, almost as if he were about to throw up, ‘’rough night?’’

you gave him your best smile, looking a bit tired from the long night. then you sat in the passenger seat and rested your head against the window while nodding.

‘’my friends showed up in the bar.’’ you said, with a headache. but anyway, bobby was at the bar with my brother. he was helping me out a bit."

kurt's hands tightened around the steering wheel when he heard about bobby. his knuckles turning white.

he was annoyed. he wanted to get rid of him. and he wanted that for a long time ago.

but kurt spoke, carefully, like he wasn’t mad at all.

‘’if you ever feel unsafe… or if they show up somewhere… you can call me. anytime. i’ll come get you. no questions asked.”

you gave him a tired smile in the rearview mirror. 

“you’re really sweet, kurt. thank you.”

he blushed deeply, ears turning red, and mumbled something about it being no big deal.

that night, after he dropped you off, kurt didn’t go straight home. 

he parked down the street from your house and sat in the dark for almost an hour, watching your bedroom light. 

when it finally turned off, he stayed a little longer, just to make sure you were safe.

he told himself it was protection.

he told himself he was just making sure your friends weren’t around.

but the truth was simpler: he needed to know you were okay. 

then bobby turned streaming into his full-time personality, and his favorite victim was kurt. 

bobby knew about kurt's crush on you, and just watching him lose his mind while flirting with you was absolutely hilarious.

every time kurt came over, bobby and your brother would live almost immediately.

‘’yo chat, look who decided to grace us with his presence again. kurt virgin spree driver!’’ 

bobby clacked into his mic, the camera swinging to kurt sitting awkwardly on the edge of the couch.

a quiet night, your brother was in his room, so the house was unusually calm. 

the only sounds were the distant hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the soft ticking of the clock on your nightstand. 

you were in your room, wearing your favorite oversized t-shirt and your underwear.

you were pacing slowly back and forth as you talked on the phone with bobby —your brother’s best friend– who loved teasing you almost as much as he loved streaming.

“yo,” 

bobby’s voice came through the speaker, loud and playful, full of that annoying confidence.

he didn’t even let you talk first.

“you free later? i could sneak out and we could have some real fun. we could grab snacks, watch a movie, i’ll let you pick this time.”

you laughed, rolling your eyes as you paced around your room, the wooden floor cool under your bare feet. 

“bobby, go to sleep before i tell my brother you’re trying to flirt with his sister again.”

bobby kept teasing for a minute, throwing in more exaggerated compliments and fake pickup lines, his laughter echoing through the speaker. 

you shook your head with a fond smile, used to his harmless antics by now. 

“fine, fine, i’m hanging up,” he said dramatically. ‘’but think about it, okay? i’m the full package.”

you set the phone down on your nightstand, shaking your head with a soft laugh.

“he’s ridiculous.” you murmured. 

you stand up, going to the bathroom. opened the door and noticed kurt standing in the doorway of your room.

he had been listening to you the whole time.

you froze mid-step, heart skipping a beat. kurt’s face turned bright red the instant your eyes met his. 

he stepped back quickly, nearly stumbling over his own feet, one hand gripping the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

“kurt…? what are you doing?” you asked with surprise and growing anger.

kurt’s mouth opened and closed several times before any sound came out. 

his cheeks were burning crimson, ears flushed, and he looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

‘’i— i was just… i thought i heard something,” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper. “i was checking if you were okay. i didn’t mean to— i swear i wasn’t— i just…”

you stared at him for a long moment, anger still simmering but mixed with confusion. 

kurt looked so genuinely panicked, so ashamed, that part of you softened. he had always been awkward around you, always nervous, always trying too hard. 

maybe he really had just been worried. 

maybe it wasn’t as bad as it looked.

you let out a slow breath, lowering your arms. 

“okay… i believe you. but next time just knock, alright? spying on me while i’m on the phone is creepy, kurt.”

kurt nodded quickly, relief flooding his face. 

“i’m sorry. i won’t do it again. i promise.”

you gave him a small, tired smile. 

“good. now go home and get some sleep. it’s late.”

he left shortly after, mumbling another apology as he slipped out the door. 

the next day, bobby didn't show up to your house. your brother said he was probably filming a video.

kurt did show up, and he ignored you for most of the time—even at night.

he was staying over in the guest room tonight after spending the evening playing with your brother.

you were lying in bed, wearing a shirt and lace panties, while talking on the phone. the house was completely silent.

you tried to modulate the tone of your voice so you didn’t wake up everyone.

you heard a faint noise on the other side of the door. you apologized, hung up, and opened the door.

kurt was standing there. again. uncomfortable.

he stepped back quickly, nearly stumbling over his own feet, one hand gripping the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

“kurt…? what are you doing?” you asked like last time, with a slow voice.

you crossed your arms, eyes narrowing as you took a slow step closer. 

your anger bubbled up fast. 

“you were watching me on the phone? listening to my private conversation? are you serious right now, kurt?”

kurt looked mortified. his hands fidgeted at his sides, fingers twisting the hem of his jacket. “no! i mean– yes. i didn’t mean to— i just… i saw you laughing and i… i couldn’t help it. i’m sorry. i know it’s weird. i’m weird. i shouldn’t have—”

the tension in the room was palpable. you stepped even closer, voice rising with frustration. 

“you shouldn’t have? that’s an invasion of privacy! i thought you were better than that. why were you really there, kurt? tell me the truth.”

he swallowed hard, eyes darting everywhere but at you; the posters on your wall, the books on your desk, the rumpled sheets on your bed. 

his breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling quickly. finally, the words tumbled out in a shaky desperate rush.

“because… because i thought you were talking to bobby.” he whispered.

you stared at him, heart racing and anger mixing with confusion.

“bobby’s always flirting with you and it drives me crazy. i hate it. i hate that he gets to talk to you like that. i hate seeing him get your attention. i… i want to be the one who makes you smile. and while he is a big streamer, i’m just the awkward spree driver who hangs around your brother’s friend.”

kurt’s eyes widened, hope flickering in them. 

“you were listening to me because you’re jealous of bobby? i’m not interested in him at all. why would you even think that? and instead of talking to me like a normal person, you sneak around and watch me? that’s not okay!”

the tension between you crackled, heavy and unspoken, both of you standing inches apart, hearts racing. kurt flinched at your raised voice, looking even more panicked.

“i know, i know— i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to invade your privacy. i just… i get so jealous when bobby flirts with you. i’m sorry. i’ll stop. i swear i’ll stop. please don’t be mad at me.”

you crossed your arms tighter, voice rising with frustration. 

“mad? of course i’m mad! you were listening to my conversation, kurt. besides, the only person i’ve been thinking about lately is you. i like you, kurt. i actually like you. but you’re making this so damn complicated by sneaking around instead of just talking to me!”

kurt’s eyes went wide with shock. his mouth opened, but no words came out at first. 

he looked completely stunned, face burning red, breathing fast.

“you… you like me?” he whispered, voice cracking with disbelief and hope. “like… really like me?”

you nodded, still angry but the warmth in your chest won out.

“yes, you idiot. i like you. that’s why i defend you every time bobby talks shit about you. but you spying on me? you can’t do that.”

kurt looked completely overwhelmed. he was shaking, eyes wide and a tiny smile starting to form on his lips.

‘’i… i didn’t know. i thought… i thought you could never like someone like me. i’m sorry. i was stupid. i was so jealous and scared that bobby would take your attention away. i won’t do it again. i promise.’’

the tension between you crackled, heavy and electric.

you stared at him, with your heart racing. 

without thinking, in a rush of impulse and emotion, you closed the distance and kissed him.

kurt froze for half a second, eyes wide with shock. 

then he kissed you back. shy at first, hesitant and gentle, like he was afraid you might pull away.

but the kiss deepened quickly, full of all the longing and affection he had been holding inside for so long. 

his hands trembled slightly as they rested on your waist. insecure about that.

he was insecure about that. about how obvious his nervousness was, how much he was shaking, how completely out of his depth he felt.

he had dreamt about this moment for so long. but now that i was happening, he didn’t know what to do with his hands, where to look, or how to breathe properly.

you noticed. you always noticed how nervous he got around you.

you leaned in again and gently bit his lower lip. a soft nip that made him gasp against your mouth.

the sound sent a thrill through you. 

you reached behind you without breaking the kiss and pushed the door shut. it clicked closed with a soft sound, sealing the two of you in your room.

kurt’s breathing hitched. 

he was completely overwhelmed and his face was flushed deep red.

you kissed him again, deeper this time, guiding him backward until the back of his legs hit the bed.

you both sat down together, still kissing, your hands on his shoulders.

you pulled back just enough to look at him. kurt was breathing hard, his lips slightly swollen, his eyes wide and uncertain.

his hands were still hovering awkwardly near your waist, unsure where to settle.

you smiled softly and with a low and gentle voice, you talked.

‘’kurt… do you want this?”

he nodded quickly while his cheeks were burning.

“y-yes… i want this. i want you. so much. but i… i’ve never… you know. i don’t know what i’m doing. please… don’t laugh at me. i want to be good for you”

his voice was shaky and pleading, full of raw vulnerability. You could feel him already rock-hard beneath you, his body trembling with nerves and desire.

you smiled, a soft, dominant little smile, and slowly rocked your hips against him, grinding down on the obvious bulge in his pants. 

kurt let out a broken moan, hands gripping your thighs instinctively.

“i won’t laugh,” you whispered, kissing along his jaw. “i like that i’m your first. i’m going to take care of you, okay? just relax and let me lead.”

kurt nodded frantically, breathing ragged. 

“please… i want you to. please touch me. i need you so bad.”

you kissed him again, deeper, your tongue sliding against his as you rocked your hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. 

kurt whimpered into your mouth, hips bucking up instinctively to meet you.

“like that?” you murmured against his lips, one hand sliding down to palm him through his pants. 

he was rock hard, throbbing under your touch.

kurt moaned, head falling back slightly.

“Yes… fuck, yes. please don’t stop. i’m so hard it hurts. i’ve been like this for days thinking about you.”

you squeezed him gently through the fabric, stroking him slowly. 

“good boy. tell me how it feels.”

kurt’s voice cracked with desperation. 

“it feels so good… your hand is so much better than mine. i’ve jerked off thinking about you every night. please… i need more. i need you.”

you smiled, dominant and pleased, and pushed him back gently onto the bed. 

you straddled him fully, grinding down harder as you kissed him again. 

kurt’s hands finally settled on your hips, gripping you tightly but still letting you lead.

“please,” he begged between kisses, voice needy and trembling. 

“i want to feel you. i want to be inside you. please let me have you.” you rocked against him, feeling how desperately hard he was. 

“you will. but not yet. i want to enjoy you first.”

you leaned down and kissed him again, slow and deep, your tongue sliding against his as your hand slipped between your bodies.

you palmed him through his pajama pants first, feeling the thick, throbbing heat of him.

kurt moaned softly into your mouth, the sound needy and desperate. you squeezed gently, stroking him through the fabric until he was panting against your lips.

“shhh,” you whispered, smiling against his mouth. “you have to be quiet. my brother is in the room next door. we don’t want him to hear you falling apart for me, do we?”

kurt nodded frantically, biting his lip hard to stay quiet. 

his hips bucked up into your hand, seeking more friction.

you slipped your hand under the waistband of his pajama pants and wrapped your fingers around his bare cock. 

he was rock hard, hot and heavy in your grip, already leaking steadily. 

you stroked him slowly from base to tip, thumb circling the sensitive head, spreading the precum.

kurt’s head fell back against the pillow, a choked whimper escaping him. 

he slapped a hand over his own mouth, eyes squeezed shut, trying so hard to stay silent. 

his cock twitched in your hand, throbbing with every slow stroke.

‘’good boy,’’ you murmured, kissing along his jaw. ‘’so hard for me already. you’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?”

kurt nodded desperately. 

“y-yes… every night. please… faster…”

you stroked him a little faster, twisting your wrist on every upstroke, squeezing just right. 

kurt’s hips jerked, another muffled moan slipping out. 

his free hand gripped the sheets tightly, turning his knuckles white.

you kissed him again, swallowing his quiet sounds as you worked him with your hand. his cock was slick, veins pulsing under your fingers, the head flushed dark and leaking. you could feel him getting closer, his breathing ragged and desperate.

then you slowed down again, teasing him, edging him right on the brink.

 kurt whimpered pitifully behind his hand, hips twitching helplessly. 

“please… i’m so close… don’t stop…”

you smiled against his lips and kissed down his neck, then his chest. 

kurt had a light dusting of hair there.

you kissed lower, over his stomach, feeling his muscles tense under your lips. when you reached the waistband of his pajama pants, you tugged them down slowly, freeing his cock completely.

it sprang up, thick and flushed, the head glistening with precum. you wrapped your hand around the base and looked up at him with a teasing smile.

kurt was a mess; face flushed, eyes glassy with lust, hand still clamped over his mouth to stay quiet. 

“please…” he whispered desperately behind his fingers.

you leaned down and took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head first, tasting him. 

kurt’s hips jerked, a muffled groan escaping. you took him deeper, sucking slowly, teasingly, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head.

kurt’s free hand tangled in your hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needed something to ground him. his cock throbbed in your mouth, leaking steadily on your tongue. 

you worked him with long, slow strokes of your mouth and hand, bringing him right to the edge again.

when you felt him start to tense, thighs trembling, you pulled off completely with a soft pop, leaving him throbbing and denied.

kurt whimpered desperately, hips bucking up into nothing. 

“no… please… i was so close… i need to come… please let me come…”

you smiled up at him, lips shiny, voice low and teasing. 

“not yet. i’m not done enjoying you.”

kurt looked wrecked; breathing hard, cock twitching desperately in the air, eyes pleading.

“please…” he begged. “please let me touch you. i need to feel you. i’ve dreamed about this for so long. let me make you feel good. please…”

you smiled, dominant and pleased by how desperate he sounded. 

“okay. come here.”

you lay back on the bed, spreading your legs for him. kurt moved between them like he was in a trance, eyes dark with lust and nerves. 

you took his hand and guided it between your thighs. his fingers brushed the lace of your panties; delicate white lace that was already soaked through.

“you’re wearing lace…” he whispered. “fuck… you’re so wet i can feel it through them.”

“that’s because of you. touch me here first,” you said. “slow circles.” kurt obeyed, his fingers clumsy at first but eager. 

when he found the right rhythm, you moaned softly, hips rolling against his hand.

kurt obeyed, his fingers clumsy at first but eager. he rubbed slow circles over the lace, right over your clit. 

you moaned softly, hips rolling against his hand.

“good boy, fuck.” you praised. “now push them aside and slide two fingers inside me.”

kurt hooked the lace aside with trembling fingers and pushed two inside you slowly, his eyes wide as he felt how wet and warm you were. 

he curled them instinctively, searching for that spot. 

when he found it, you gasped, gripping his wrist.

“oh, fuck. right there… keep doing that.”

kurt’s confidence grew. he pumped his fingers steadily, thumb rubbing your clit in perfect circles through the lace. 

you were moaning quietly, thighs trembling.

then, without asking, kurt slid down the bed, pulling your shorts and lace panties off in one nervous but determined motion. 

he settled between your legs, looking up at you with nervous but hungry eyes.

“can i… taste you?” he asked.

you nodded, spreading your legs wider. 

“yes. go slow at first.”

kurt leaned in and licked a broad stripe up your folds, tasting you, and moaned against you like he had found heaven. 

he didn’t need instructions; he devoured you with perfect instinct, tongue flat and broad, then pointed on your clit, sucking gently, then harder. 

two fingers kept curling inside you, hitting that spot with every thrust.

you gripped his hair, moaning louder than you meant to. 

“fuck, kurt. just like that… you’re so good at this… don’t stop…”

kurt whimpered against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body. 

he ate you out like a man starved, tongue working your clit while his fingers fucked you deeper. 

you came hard, thighs shaking around his head, biting your lip to stay quiet as pleasure crashed over you.

kurt kept licking you through it, gentle now, until you were oversensitive and trembling.

you pulled him up, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“now,” you whispered, pushing him onto his back. “i want you inside me.” you straddled him, pulling his pajama pants down just enough to free his cock. 

he was rock hard, leaking, throbbing with need. 

you lined him up and sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. kurt’s head fell back, a choked moan escaping him. 

“oh my god… you’re so tight… so warm… i can’t– fuck…”

you rode him slowly at first, savoring the stretch, the way he filled you completely. kurt’s hands gripped your hips, trembling, eyes locked on where you were joined.

“you feel so good,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “please… don’t stop. i’ve wanted this for so long.”

you rode him harder, hips rolling, taking him deep with every movement. kurt was moaning softly, trying to stay quiet, but his control was slipping.

“faster… please…” he begged. “i need more. i need you.”

you leaned down, kissing him as you rode him. 

“you’re doing so good, kurt. such a good boy for me.”

kurt whimpered, his hips bucking up to meet you. 

“i’m gonna… i’m close… i can’t hold it…”

you kept riding him, chasing your own pleasure. kurt came first with a broken moan, burying himself deep inside you, filling you with hot spurts. 

he kept thrusting through it, desperate to make you come too.

you followed seconds later, clenching around him, moaning his name quietly.

even after he came, kurt didn’t stop. 

he flipped you onto your back in a surprisingly confident move, sliding back inside you in missionary. 

he fucked you deep and steady, still hard, still needy.

“i want to make you come again,” he whispered against your neck. “please let me. i need to feel you coming around me.”

you wrapped your legs around him, moaning as he hit that perfect spot with every thrust.

“harder, kurt,” you gasped. “fuck me like you mean it.”

kurt obeyed, hips snapping faster, dirty talk spilling out between moans. 

“you feel so good… so tight… i love being inside you. i love you. i’m yours. please come for me again.”

you came hard a second time, nails digging into his back. 

kurt followed right after, filling you again with a quiet, desperate groan.

he collapsed on top of you, breathing hard, still inside you, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

“i love you,” he whispered again with a soft and sincere voice. “i’ve loved you for so long.”

you smiled, kissing his forehead. 

“i know. i love you too.”

after you had both cleaned up in silence, kurt stayed beside you in bed. breathing heavily. thinking about what he had actually done.

not that he had slept with you. not that he had kissed you.

about the first night you caught kurt listening to you while you talked to bobby.

about how long the night had been.

because once kurt arrived home, kurt couldn’t sleep.

the memory of your voice on the phone with bobby kept replaying in his head — the way you laughed at bobby’s teasing, the way you sounded so comfortable with him. 

jealousy burned hot in his chest. bobby was always flirting with you. always trying to take your attention. always making you laugh.

kurt couldn’t take it anymore.

he got dressed in the middle of the night and drove to bobby’s house. he knew the layout from the few times he had been there with your brother. 

he knocked on the front door.

bobby opened it, surprised and annoyed. 

“what are you doing here?’’

kurt looked nervous, holding his phone as he appeared to be continuing a live stream.

‘’i- i think we should talk,’’

but bobby began completely ragebaiting kurt until the subject of you finally came up.

kurt’s voice was calm, almost gentle.

“i need to talk to you.” 

bobby laughed, leaning against the doorframe.

they tried to talk, but it was more like bobby mocking kurt. humiliating him like he always did.

“dude, you’re obsessed. you have zero social skills, bro. no wonder you’re still a virgin spree driver at your age. twenty-three, virgin and a loser? come on, bro. pick a struggle."

kurt didn’t answer with words. 

after what he did, he stood there for a moment, his heart pounding.

the next night he returned to your house like nothing had happened.

he listened at your door again until you caught him.

that same night you two fought. the tension exploded, and then you kissed him.

it was the night kurt had dreamed about for so long — his first time.

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

Joe groans. The sound is so dramatic that you finally glance up from your book. His curls have completely surrendered to the humidity. They are sticking out in approximately six different directions, falling into his eyes every few seconds. Normally you love his hair. Right now it looks like he's been electrocuted.

The worst part is that he's somehow still attractive.

Hot, sweaty, and very, very attractive.

Unfortunately, Joe appears to be suffering from a similar problem.

Specifically, you.

More specifically, the shorts.

They aren't special. They're old. Faded. Tiny, admittedly, but only because everything else feels unbearable. The weather has reduced your wardrobe to whatever involves the least amount of fabric possible. Any reasonable person would understand this.

Joe understands it perfectly.

That is the problem.

You notice him noticing around lunchtime. Not because he's subtle. Because he's terrible at being subtle. You walk into the kitchen looking for ice and immediately find him leaning against the counter staring at you with the concentration of a man trying to solve a particularly difficult equation.

"Joe."

His eyes snap back to your face. "What?"

"You were staring."

"I wasn't."

"You absolutely were."

His gaze flickers downward for approximately half a second before returning. The man has the audacity to smile.

"You make a compelling argument."

You throw a tea towel at him.

He catches it.

Still smiling.

The traitor.

The thing about long-term relationships is that attraction becomes part of the furniture. People always talk about the beginning. The butterflies. The first kiss. The excitement. Nobody talks about what happens afterwards. Nobody talks about waking up one random Tuesday and discovering you're still just as distracted by the person you've been living alongside for years.

Nobody talks about standing in a kitchen discussing absolutely nothing important while suddenly becoming aware of how much you love somebody's laugh. Or the shape of their hands. Or the fact they've stolen your favourite glass again. The attraction doesn't disappear. It settles. Deepens. Becomes woven through everything else.

Which means that by the fifth day of the heatwave, both of you are becoming increasingly aware of each other.

Not intentionally.

You'd love for it to be intentional.

At least then somebody could be blamed.

Instead, it's just happening.

A glance lasting slightly too long. A hand resting somewhere for a moment longer than necessary. The increasingly dangerous realisation that Joe keeps looking at you like that.

The first near-disaster occurs in the kitchen.

You are attempting to make iced coffee. Joe is supposed to be helping. Instead, he's leaning against the counter watching you.

"You're staring again."

"I'm looking."

"That's the same thing."

"No, staring is rude."

You narrow your eyes. "And this isn't?"

Joe considers. "Maybe a little."

You laugh despite yourself.

Which turns out to be a mistake.

Because the moment you laugh, Joe smiles.

And the moment Joe smiles, something goes catastrophically wrong with your ability to think.

The kitchen suddenly feels much smaller. The air feels heavier. Joe takes one step closer. Then another. The grin fades slightly.

You know that look.

You have known that look for years.

"Joe."

"What?"

"It's ninety degrees."

"I know."

"We're both sweating."

"I know."

"The fan is literally pointed at us."

"I know."

You stare at him.

Joe stares back.

Neither of you moves.

Then, "Come here."

You immediately start laughing. "Absolutely not."

The laugh only makes things worse.

Joe drops his head back dramatically. "You're killing me."

"Joe, it's too hot."

"It doesn't feel that hot."

"That is the most obvious lie you've ever told."

He gestures vaguely at the room.

The room, unfortunately, is proving your point. Somewhere behind you the ice in your drink cracks loudly. The fan continues making noises that suggest it may not survive the summer.

"You know what your problem is?" you ask.

"What?"

"Delusion."

"I think you'll find it's devotion."

You nearly choke on your coffee.

The problem is that Joe keeps forgetting.

Every cold shower seems to reset him. For approximately fifteen glorious minutes afterwards, he becomes a functional human being again. Rational. Reasonable. Capable of holding conversations without staring.

Then the temperature creeps back up.

Then you walk past.

Then suddenly he's back to square one.

By evening, this has become a recurring issue. Joe emerges from the bathroom with damp curls and renewed optimism. Water still glistens along the back of his neck. He looks cooler. More relaxed. Like somebody who has finally remembered what comfort feels like.

You take one look at him.

He takes one look at you.

Ten minutes later he's attempting to convince you that the heat isn't actually that bad.

"Joe."

"What?"

"It is literally that bad."

"Maybe we're being dramatic."

You laugh so hard you nearly spill your drink.

The man looks genuinely hopeful.

As though optimism alone might lower the temperature.

Later, you're both lying on opposite sides of the bed beneath the struggling fan. The fan is losing its battle spectacularly. The room is still too warm. The sheets are unbearable. The air feels thick enough to chew.

Joe rolls onto his side.

You immediately know that expression. "No."

"I didn't say anything."

"You were about to."

His grin widens. "You know me so well."

"Unfortunately."

Joe inches closer.

You push him away with one hand against his shoulder.

Not because you want him further away.

Because you're trying to preserve what remains of your sanity.

"It's too hot."

"You're breaking my heart."

"It's too hot."

"You're so mean to me."

"It's too hot."

Joe flops dramatically onto his back. The mattress bounces. You laugh.

He points accusingly at you. "This is your fault."

"My fault?"

"Yes."

"How?"

Joe gestures vaguely.

At you.

At the room.

At existence.

His argument appears to end there.

The funniest part is that neither of you is actually frustrated with each other.

You're frustrated with the weather.

With the temperature.

With the fact that the entire apartment feels permanently five degrees warmer than should be legally permitted.

Because every time Joe reaches for your hand, you take it. Every time he drapes an arm around your shoulders, you lean closer. Every time he kisses your forehead while passing through the kitchen, your heart still does that stupid little thing it has always done.

The heatwave hasn't changed any of that.

It's simply made everything slightly ridiculous.

Which is why, sometime after midnight, you find yourselves sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor sharing melting ice cream straight from the tub. Neither of you can sleep. Neither of you can cool down. Neither of you can stop smiling.

Joe nudges your foot with his.

You nudge him back.

The exchange continues for several minutes.

Eventually he reaches over and brushes a loose strand of hair away from your face. The gesture is completely ordinary.

The look that follows isn't.

For a moment neither of you says anything.

Then Joe sighs a long, suffering sigh. "Oh my God."

You immediately start laughing. "What?"

"This heatwave is ruining my life."

His expression is so genuine that you nearly choke on your ice cream.

"You'll survive."

"Will I?"

"Yes."

Joe studies you for a second.

Then smiles.

Slowly.

Fondly.

Hopelessly.

"Probably."

And somehow, despite the temperature, despite the lack of sleep, despite the fact you're both slowly being cooked alive by the hottest summer in recorded history, you find yourself smiling too.

Because the heatwave will end eventually. The weather will break. The nights will cool. Life will go back to normal.

For now, though, there is something strangely lovely about this. The iced coffees. The open windows. The ridiculous shorts. The endless teasing. The simple fact that even when neither of you can sleep, you'd still rather be awake together.

Joe reaches across the floor and takes your hand.

Warm.

Familiar.

Home.

The fan rattles uselessly in the corner.

Joe squeezes your hand once.

For now, that seems like the more effective solution.