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He just never could get on board with the whole religion thing because if God was real and he was supposed to be a savior, then why had he not saved him from his parents? What did he ever do to deserve to grow up in such an unloving household? God never showed him any mercy, if anything he was cruel to him. 

Steve hasn’t been inside a church in almost seven years, but when he passes by one of the many churches in Hawkins, with a sign out front that has some bible verse on it, he thinks about stopping and going inside. 

Steve Harrington wasn’t a religious man, but for you he could be. 

If all it took for you to be safe, for this curse to be lifted off of you, was him marching into that church and praying on his hands and knees for God to help you. Then Steve would be in those pews every damn Sunday morning like he was a devout Christian. 

But deep down Steve knows if God had never answered his prayers before, what was going to make him answer them now? Fate, prayers, luck— none of it had ever been on his side. Recently he had thought that maybe for once the universe was granting him happiness and allowing him his greatest wish, yet here he was getting that taken away from him too. He could pray to God or whatever higher power might be listening, but what use was that when the only savior he’s ever had in his life is sitting in the passenger seat next to him right now? 

So, Steve drives past the church without a second glance and squeezes your hand in his a little tighter. 

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It had been a soberly quiet drive from the school to your house. Lucas had arrived shortly after the bombs had dropped in Ms. Kelley’s office and after a brief catch up for him everyone had decided to stay at the Wheeler’s tonight to watch over Max and you and try and brainstorm a plan. 

The idea was nice and honestly you’re glad Nancy had offered, especially for Max so she wasn’t alone, but spending the night in her basement was the last thing you wanted to do right now. You just wanted to be with Steve and so when everyone files out of the school you flat out tell them that Steve and you are staying at your house for the night. You reassured everyone that you two would be right next door if anything happened and after a very long and repetitive conversation with Julie that she should stay with Max and that you’ll be alright— the group finally separated.  

Steve hasn’t spoken a word to you since before he found out about Vecna marking you for death or at least that’s what everyone thinks is going on with you. As soon as you two got into the beamer his hand had found yours and even though he’d not spoken a word, his touch alone let you know that he was still here, even if he couldn’t find the right words to say. 

This was never how you wanted him to find out, but you didn’t want him to find out about your suicide note or your journal like he had either. You guess this is the universe's way of letting you know that you should be more honest with the man you love, but you haven’t necessarily been dealt the cards of someone living a normal life.

These secrets weren’t anything like a gambling or drinking problem, things everyday people struggled with, these secrets were ones you yourself had trouble even comprehending. Issues that if you hadn’t already dealt with all the upside down stuff multiple times and everything with El you surely would have been checked into a mental asylum already.

You can feel him glancing over at you every so often, checking to make sure you’re still here right beside him in the passenger seat. It’s a cruel fate you two have been dealt and you know it’s only going to get worse from here. The sane part of you knows you should be the one to break the ice, to reassure him or at least try and explain things, but it’s easier said than done. You’ve hurt Steve more times than you’d like to admit and you know telling him about what is actually going on, revealing that you’ve been keeping even more from him, it’s going to hurt him again. 

The headlights of the beamer illuminate the garage door as Steve parks the car in your driveway. He sits there for a moment, eyes straight ahead, like he’s trying to work up the courage to come inside and a flash of worry sprouts in your gut at the idea of him not staying here tonight. You gently squeeze his hand in yours as a reminder to him that you’re still here and that gets him to finally look over at you. 

You wished he hadn’t. 

His normal big round puppy dog eyes that always sparkled when he looked at you were so devoid of life it didn’t seem like Steve was sitting next to you. He was hurting, scared, tired, he was wearing all of his emotions on his sleeve and you hated that you were the cause of it. That Vecna had decided to not only ruin your life, but your life with Steve. 

The two of you have been through hell and back together, but you’re scared that this time your luck is going to run out, and you know Steve is thinking the same thing. His silence is all telling and you know he wants to talk, but talking about it all will make it real and even if you aren’t marked by Vecna the same way Max is— your death is somewhat inventible.

And even though you’d accepted taking your own life, that was on your own terms, well at least majority of it was. But you aren’t ready to talk about your life being taken at the hands of someone else and knowing that there’s nothing you can do about it. Only because you know Steve would try anything in his power to take your place and you think he’s suffered enough on your behalf, you can’t let him do this too. 

So, you do the only thing you seem to be good at— avoidance. 

“Come on, let’s go to bed.” 

Steve turns off the ignition and accepts your invitation without any pushback. He knows that you two should talk about what was just revealed back at the school. It’s been eating away at his brain since he read that file and he wants to be mad, wants to cry and scream and punch a hole in the wall, but that’s not what you need right now. It’s not what he needs either.

He may be feeling that way inside and he may feel like the little bit of hope he still had tucked away that you two would make it out of this darkness that’s been surrounding you two since last summer has just been crushed. But all he wants to do is hold his girl. That tough conversation can wait until tomorrow when the morning sun can bring maybe a more hopeful perspective instead of the dark cloud that’s consuming his mind right now. 

He’s also wrestling with the gut feeling that you know more about all of this than you’re leading on. Steve can read you like a book and for someone who found out they’ve been marked for death by some evil wizard guy from another dimension you sure didn’t seem surprised or that scared. Maybe you were in shock back at the school, but he can’t help but feel like you’ve known about all of this before tonight and it puts an ugly feeling in his chest for a multitude of reasons, but the one that hurts the most is that you’re keeping things from him– again. 

If he did only have a limited amount of time left with you though, then he wasn’t going to waste it talking about Vecna tonight or you not being honest with him. As much as he wanted the truth from you and to discuss what this meant for the two of you– the both of you have never been good with communication or learning how to address things early on instead of letting them sit there and fester. So, even though he knows he shouldn’t, just for tonight, he was going to hold you and live in that perfect bubble you two have created within the four walls of your bedroom. 

Steve Harrington loved you with every fiber of his being and if tonight was his last night with you he didn’t want it to be wasted on anything other than loving you. 

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It’s glaringly obvious as you two walk into the pitch black house that your parents aren’t home. It’s only nine, but it’s also a Sunday, which is not like them to be out late on a Sunday night, but the note you find on the fridge explains everything. 

Girls, 

Your Dad and I tried to get ahold of you two, but no one knew where you were. Grandpa Paul took a nasty fall today and from what Grandma told us he’s in pretty bad shape. Your Dad and I are making the trip to Indy to visit him at St. Vincent’s. We won’t be home tonight or probably tomorrow. We don’t know what the extent of his injuries are and you girls may need to come up here to see him if they are that bad. We will call in the morning with updates. 

Love you both. Be good. 

-Mom

Lovely. Just what you needed– the possible death of a grandparent on top of everything else going on right now. Although what’s one more death to add onto your plate? As horrible as it sounds you don’t even think it would really phase you at this point. 

The note is tossed onto the counter and Steve grabs it, his eyes quickly skimming over your Mom’s immaculate handwriting. A slight frown forms on his face as he sets the note back down on the counter only to find you leaning against the kitchen island, your arms out in front of you holding you up, your head hung low. He wants to tell you that everything is going to be alright, but he knows his words wouldn’t mean anything right now, sure he could say them, but what you just need right now is him. 

He slowly moves around the counter until he reaches you, his hand ghosting over yours that lays flat against the cool countertop. He can sense some of the tension easing out of you at just the tiniest bit of contact and when he presses a kiss to your shoulder a sigh escapes past your lips, like just his touch alone had that much of an effect on you. 

There aren’t any words spoken, but you know just by the feeling of his big hand gently wrapping around your wrist that he’s telling you to let him take care of you. To follow him up the stairs and just be with him instead of the dark thoughts in your head and because he knows you better than you realize sometimes you let him guide you up the stairs and down the hall to your room. 

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The door shuts behind you with a louder than usual click and you don’t know if it’s because the house is dead silent or if it’s because you’re so on edge, but you stand still against it, like it’s not even your room you’ve stepped foot in. You watch as Steve opens your dresser, grabs one of your oversized sleep shirts, tosses it onto the bed, and then makes his way back towards you. His hands are outstretched and immediately intertwine with yours, pulling you away from the door and over towards your bed. 

The little lamp on your desk that Steve had turned on as soon as he walked in gives your room a soft warm glow and as he stands in front of you the light wraps around the edges of him, illuminating him in a way that you could only describe as angelic. 

And as his hands make quick but gentle work at aiding you in getting undressed you think that in many ways he is your angel. The feeling of his soft warm palms skimming over your skin as your shirt comes off and then your bra, the ease of popping open the button of your jeans and him letting you use his shoulders to steady yourself as you kick them off into the corner of your room. The way he already has your sleep shirt bunched up so all you have to do is stick your head and arms through their respective holes in the soft cotton fabric.   

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Steve’s wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb and then pressing chaste kisses to your cheeks like his lips could heal all. You’re not sure if you’re crying because of everything that’s happened or if you’re crying over how sweet and tentative Steve is being even after everything happened. It’s probably a mixture of both and you never would have thought Steve helping you get ready for bed would bring you to tears, but it meant more to you than he’ll ever know. 

He really was your sweet angel boy. 

Steve goes to take off his jacket, but you stop him, your fingers wrapping around his wrists. 

“Let me.” You whisper into the already silent air. 

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, but he nods anyway. Your hands are shaking as you slowly push his jacket off his shoulders, your hands sliding down his arms as you follow the falling fabric until it pools around him on the floor. Underneath the jacket is one of his polo shirts, in fact it was your favorite, the navy blue one with the white stripe across his chest. You’ve always loved him in polos, the way the cuff on the sleeves are always a little tight around his bicep, thus the fabric straining against his skin when he does something as simple as moving his arm.

You smile a bit to yourself when you realize just how often Steve’s been wearing them recently and from the look on his face he knows exactly what he’s been doing. Your palms lay flat against his solid chest for a moment and you can feel the heat radiating off of him through the cotton fabric, how his heart is pounding against your palm like a steady drum. 

Steve’s looking at you with such an intense gaze that it’s hard to not squirm a little, to feel a hot blush creep up your neck, but you’ve always been one to match his intensity and when his hands come up and grip your wrists you still don’t break eye contact with him. It’s not until he slowly guides your hands down his chest, across his soft little bit of belly, and then eventually stopping at his belt buckle, that your eyes break away from his and your breath hitches in your throat. The feeling of the cool metal beneath your fingers is a stark contrast compared to the heat that has creeped into every corner of your body. 

It’s hard to ignore the charged energy that’s bloomed between the two of you and it’s even harder to ignore the way Steve’s breath comes out ragged when you slowly start to undo his belt. The leather is soft and pliant in your hands, broken in from the years of use, and it slides out of the buckle with ease. Your fingers grip the silver button of his Levi’s, but they don’t move to undo it. Instead your gaze shifts back up to Steve’s now wide as saucers eyes, silently asking for permission, and a kert nod from him is all you need to continue. 

Steve kicks off his sneakers haphazardly as your hands grip the now free polo that had been tucked into his jeans. His eyes are pleading for you to take it off of him and he’s not above begging, but you of course can read him better than he thinks and before he even realizes it he’s raising his arms, aiding you in taking off his shirt. It gets tossed onto the floor and Steve’s left standing there with his jeans loose around his hips and his bare chest on display for you. The chest that since last summer now dons a patch of dark hair and if your eyes travel a little further south you’ll find a smaller lighter patch that leads down past the waistband of his boxers. 

He steps closer, closing the gap between the two of you, and his belt digs into your stomach as he presses himself against you. Your eyes are still damp with tears and a new wave of emotions wash over you as Steve wipes away the tears that have yet to fall from your eyes. You’d never thought undressing each other could be so intimate, and not necessarily in a sexual way, it’s just the both of you taking care of each other. At least that’s what you tell yourself while trying to smother the fire that’s ignited low in your stomach. 

Steve knows it’s wrong to be feeling the way he is right now. His intentions were nothing but pure and loving when he’d helped you get undressed and ready for bed moments ago, but then you’d returned the favor and put your hands all over his body and now he’s all flustered. It feels incredibly wrong to be turned on right now considering the things he’d just learned a couple hours ago, but lord help him he can’t help his body’s natural reaction to you feeling him up– innocently or not. And alright maybe he’d egged it on a little by quite literally guiding your hands to his belt, but the feeling of your hands running over his torso made his heart nearly leap out of his chest. 

He loved you so much and he wanted to show you how much he loved you, but this wasn’t the right time. So, he presses his lips to your forehead and lingers there for a moment, feeling how your hands have found a home back on his chest. 

“We should go to bed.” He finally whispers, trying to smother the fire in both of you. 

It works for the twenty seconds it takes for you to climb into bed and for Steve to take off his jeans and watch that now sits on what you both consider his bedside table. He should have known though that as soon as he climbed under the covers that you’d cling to him like a magnet. His eyes flutter shut when you start to delicately trace along the moles and freckles that cover his biceps and torso and he should be used to it, you do it almost every night, but it was winding him tighter and tighter tonight. 

The moment he feels your soft lips press against the little trio of freckles he has on his shoulder he tries to control his breathing, but he can’t help the breathy sigh that escapes past his lips. He knows you’re just being affectionate, seeking out comfort from him after everything, but the feeling of your body pressed against his and your lips on his skin is making it harder for him to control himself. 

You don’t know if you’re being overly affectionate for the right reasons right now, maybe you just wanted to love on Steve, have him hold you because he’s the only thing you can find comfort in right now. Or maybe deep down you had ulterior motives, ones that would satisfy that craving that’s settled into your bones and possibly take you out of your fucked up head for however long he could help you. 

When your legs suddenly find themselves on either side of his waist and your hands are splayed out across his hairy chest it’s very obvious it was the latter. 

Steve’s eyes shoot open at the sudden movement and the feeling of you settling onto his lap. “Baby…” He says with a warning tone, but it only emboldens you more. 

There’s the thinnest layers of fabric separating the hottest parts of both of you and Steve nearly loses his composure when you move your hips the slightest bit. As if on instinct his hands run up along your bare thighs and up under your sleep shirt until they land on your hips. The sudden intrusion under your shirt has caused it to raise up just enough in the front that Steve can see the little bow on the front of your underwear and it has him biting back a groan. He can feel himself growing harder by the second and he knows you have to be feeling him underneath you, just your thin panties and his boxers separating the two of you. 

Steve knows there’s still time to stop this, but you’re making it increasingly harder, especially when you lean forward and press your lips to his. It’s one of his many weaknesses when it comes to you– your kisses. He swears he gets drunk on you and what starts out as sweet and simple kisses turns heavy and hot fast. 

You grind down onto Steve’s already throbbing cock and you whimper into his mouth over just how good it feels. The feeling of his tongue on yours, the way his hands are gripping so tightly onto your hips that he’s practically moving you against him, it's all consuming and the feeling in your stomach is way past butterflies. 

It’s carnal. 

Both of your faces are slick with each other’s spit. Steve practically has his tongue down your throat and still he can’t seem to get close enough to you. It’s filthy and Steve’s never been more turned on in his life, but even through the haze in his brain, even with you climbing into his lap and tugging on his bottom lip, he needs to make sure that you want this as much as him. That you two aren’t making a mistake– if you’re letting lust cloud what’s really going on. 

He reluctantly pulls away and the sight of you looking down at him as you straddle him. Slightly out of breath with a slight pout on your wet and red swollen lips. It has him wanting to flip you over onto your back and worship you in ways he’d only dreamed of, but he needed to hear you say you wanted this. 

“Are you sure…” Steve’s breathless, his lips still tingling and his chest heaving slightly from your actions seconds ago. “Are you sure you want to do this?” 

“What do you not want me?” You reply immediately, doubt and shame starting to creep in, wondering if you’d just made a fool of yourself. If you’d been too eager. 

Steve lets out a sound that’s half laugh, half disbelief. Never in a million years would he not want you and if there ever came a time where he didn’t then you might as well just take him out back and shoot him. 

“God, no–” Steve chokes out, still in disbelief that you could think that while quite literally sitting on his rock hard dick right now. “Babygirl, I want you so bad it hurts.” 

Babygirl. 

The term of endearment goes straight to your core and it’s embarrassing how badly you want to hear him say it again. 

“I just–” He removes his hand from your hip and brings it up to brush your already messy hair out of your face. “I need to know that you actually want this. Today has been a lot and I just don’t want you to regret this.” 

In his own way Steve realizes he might be using this as a way to cope, that he wanted to be with you in the most intimate and loving way possible after just finding out that he may very well lose you at the snap of Vecna’s fingers. Although this wasn’t just about getting off for him, it was about showing his devotion to you. 

You reach out for his hands and intertwine them with yours, letting them rest on your thighs. “I want this Steve. I want this so bad. I want you.” 

His pupils are blown and hearing you say how much you want him, how much you want to perform this act of love with him, it makes his insides twist into endless knots. He leans his head up slightly wanting to capture your lips in his again, the craving already coming back, but then you start talking again and the words that come out of your mouth quite literally make his brain short circuit. 

“I need you. Please baby. I want to forget about everything for a while. My brain is so loud all the time, but you can give me peace for a little bit. Make me forget Steve. All I want to think about is you, fill me up with nothing but you.” 

The words slip off your tongue with desperation and Steve feels his dick twitch, straining against the cotton fabric of his boxers, and your wet heat. You were begging him to take care of you, to make you feel so good that it invades every inch of your brain, and Steve can’t say no to that. 

He abruptly sits up, the mattress creaking under him at the sudden shift of weight, and wraps his arms around your torso, holding you flush against his chest. “You want me to take care of you?” 

His lips ghost over your neck and heat pools in your tummy, your desire growing stronger by the second. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, feeling like you need to steady yourself even though he’s got you in such a tight grip you can feel his heart beating fast and steady against you. 

“You know I need to hear you say it pretty girl. Use your words.” 

His voice vibrates against your neck, but he still hasn’t given you the satisfaction of actually doing anything yet. 

“Yes.” 

It barely comes out above a whisper, but he hears it, and finally presses his soft lips to your sensitive skin. 

He starts out slow, presses chaste kisses along the column of your neck, but then he deepens them and when he finds the spot below your ear that lets the first little moan of the night slip out you can feel him smirk as he continues his assault. You rock your hips slightly, trying to relieve some of the pressure that’s been steadily rising, but it only seems to make you more desperate, practically clawing at Steve as he moves back to focus on that sweet spot. 

“You want me to show you how much I love you?” He asks, voice dripping with desire. 

“Please.” 

It comes out as a broken whimper and it goes straight through Steve, igniting something in him that borderlines obsessive and primal. In one swift motion he’s got you flipped over onto your back and it steals the air from your lungs for a moment, surprised by his sudden movements. 

The covers are thrown halfway off the bed as he kisses his way down your torso and settles in between your legs. He wants you to see every little single thing he’s doing. 

The anticipation is nearly driving you to the brink of insanity. The feeling of Steve’s big warm hands running up and down your thighs, holding you open for him to just look at, it’s all becoming too much. Even with your legs spread your big t-shirt provides only a teasing view of your surely soaked panties and so if Steve wasn’t going to make the first move, you’d have to play your hand. 

Your hands slowly reach down and bunch the hem of the fabric in your grip. Steve’s eyes follow your movements as you teasingly pull up your shirt exposing your skin inch by inch until you reach the waistband of your underwear. He thinks you’re stopping there, a way of telling him what you want, but then you continue to pull the fabric up until your tits are exposed. The way you were splayed out on the bed right now, tits out and soaked panties, god you looked sinful. Steve can feel his self restraint fraying and when you stick two fingers into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you suck on them, then swirl them around your already hard nipples an animalistic groan emits from him. 

“Fuck baby you’re killing me.” 

“Then do something about it.” Your words come out breathy, the stimulation to your nipples doing way more for you than you would have ever thought. 

And when you command he listens. 

His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, quickly pulling them down your legs and tossing them over his shoulder before he gets settled in for something he’d been craving since the other night. Your pussy is glistening, slick with your own arousal, and it strokes Steve’s ego more than he’d like to admit that you’re this worked up over him. With his index and middle finger he parts your lips and his mouth waters at the sight of your pretty pussy. Your hole clenches around nothing and Steve’s chest heaves over the idea of sinking his rock hard cock into it, but he can’t get too ahead of himself, he wants to savor this moment with you. 

The first swipe of his tongue through your folds sends a jolt of electricity through you and you’re already reaching out for him, your hands tangling themselves in his hair. He’s so fucking good with his mouth and with every flick of his tongue against your clit you can feel the heat bubbling low in your tummy. 

Steve quickly finds himself getting lost in eating you out, your whimpers and tugs at his hair only pushing him closer to becoming pussy drunk. He revels in the way your body contorts underneath him, how when you start to squirm too much he has to pin you down with his arm. The more he gets into it the messier he gets and his cock throbs over knowing his face is covered in your slick mixed with his spit. It’s filthy and Steve loves it. 

You can feel your orgasm creeping up on you and with just a little something more you know you’d be tumbling over the edge. But Steve already knows what you need and it makes your head spin more than it already is. He teases you slightly, circling two of his thick long fingers around your entrance a couple times before finally sinking them into your tight wet heat. A wanton moan slips past your lips and it’s music to Steve’s ears and it only encourages him more. His fingers work in tandem with his mouth and when his fingers curl up and find that spongy spot it has you a babbling mess. 

“Oh my god Steve, baby don’t stop.” 

They’d have to pry his dead body from you for him to stop. He was a man deranged with only one goal on his mind and that was pleasing you. His fingers continue to hit that spot that has you withering against the sheets and he didn’t care if his jaw was starting to ache, his mouth wasn’t leaving your cunt anytime soon. 

You’re so close, your walls clenching around his fingers as they piston in and out of you, and when you look down at him to find his big hazel eyes already staring up at you it has the butterflies in your stomach nearly breaking free. 

“You gonna come for me pretty girl?” He asks, pausing his relentless assault on your clit just long enough to egg you on. Something that sounds close to a yeah slips past your lips but it’s basically just a whimper. “Go on, come for me baby. Make a mess all over my face.” 

Your head tips back in pure ecstasy as he re-attatches his lips to your clit. It doesn’t take long at all after that for that all consuming feeling to wash over you and your legs twitch as you grip onto Steve’s hair so tightly he’s groaning into your cunt. Your orgasm hits you hard and Steve doesn’t let up at all, he works you through it and it has you seeing stars. 

You’re chanting his name like a broken prayer and it’s then as he devotes himself to you while he’s between your thighs that he realizes he doesn’t need a God when you’re the altar he prays at. 

He keeps going until you’re physically pushing his head away from you, mumbling something about it being too much. You’ve never had an orgasm like the one Steve had just given you and you feel like you’re still floating, body twitching with aftershocks. You feel spent already, but when Steve lays his head on your thigh and looks at you with the most fucked out expression on his face that’s also covered in your slick it reignites that fire deep within you. 

“Come here.” You command and Steve’s hovering over you before you can blink. 

You capture your lips in his and you can taste yourself on his tongue. It has you moaning into his mouth, already bucking your hips up against his painfully hard cock that’s still confined in his boxers. 

“Need you Steve. Please, just wanna feel you.” You’re clawing at the waistband of his boxers, fingers already digging in to pull them down. The desire to have him inside you, to be as close to him as you can, the need– it’s making you a little delirious. 

Hearing you beg for him like this, it will never not send Steve spiraling. He likes hearing how badly his girl needs him, how you need him to make you feel good. 

“You’ve got me baby. Go on, take what you need.” He coos, his lips pressing against yours once more. 

His boxers are off in what seems like lightening speed and you audibly moan at the sight of his hard cock slapping against his stomach. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing how big and thick he is and you can feel yourself clenching around nothing, already imagining the feeling of him stretching you out and filling you up. 

Your hand reaches out and wraps around his shaft, slowly stroking him, your thumb rubbing over his tip on the upstroke. Steve’s head falls forward with a throaty groan as his hips buck into your hand. 

“Want you to fuck me. Show me how much you love me Steve.” 

A broken whimper escapes from him and he swears he might come before he even gets inside of you if you keep talking to him like that. 

“Gonna make you feel so good babygirl. Love you so much.” His voice is a little more unsteady than he’d like, but god you had him so wrecked already. 

He reaches over towards his bedside table for the condoms he’d stashed in there just in case, but your hand wrapping around his wrist halts his actions. He turns back towards you, worried that maybe you’d changed your mind, but the look on your face tells him nothing of the sort. 

“Wanna feel you– all of you.” 

Steve feels like he’d died and gone to heaven, especially when he remembers the slightly awkward conversation the two of you had last month when you mentioned something about your Mom making you get on birth control if Steve was going to be basically living here now. You two hadn’t even been having sex then, but now he’d never been more grateful for it. 

“You sure?” He asks anyway because Steve always wanted you to be the one in control. 

“Please.” 

Your wish was his command. 

He positions himself back between your legs and grabs his dick, rubbing the head between your folds as he gathers your wetness. Just that simple act has both of you sighing and your stomach flips with anticipation at how it will feel when he actually enters you. His fat tip nudges at your entrance and he hesitates for a moment, eyes glancing up at you. 

“I want you to watch me stretch you open baby.” 

Your stomach flips again and all you trust yourself to do is nod as your eyes lock onto the sinful scene. 

Steve pushes into you slowly taking his sweet time and you didn’t realize how hot it would be to watch your hot wet cunt suck him in inch by inch. The feeling of him stretching you out and the fullness that consumes you as he bottoms out is overwhelming in the best way possible. 

It takes Steve a couple seconds to compose himself once he’s fully inside you. You’re so damn tight and warm around him it’s making his head spin. He grips your thighs, lifting them slightly allowing for you to wrap your legs around him and then he moves. If you thought the sight of him entering you for the first time was hot, the image of him pulling out his dick covered in your arousal and then pushing it back into you was 10x hotter. 

“Holy fuck.” You moan out, eyes still locked onto his dick moving in and out of you. 

“I know baby. God, you feel so good.” Steve sighs. 

He’s fucking you nice and slow and you can feel every ridge and vein of his dick as it drags through your velvet walls. It’s making you feel so warm and fuzzy, the pleasure coursing through you like a drug you could easily find yourself becoming addicted to. 

Steve takes his hands off your shoulders and interlaces them with his, pinning them to the bed near your head. You squeeze your hands in his, the action making your heart flutter, because even with him being inside of you he still wasn’t close enough to you. He moves slightly, leaning more over you and it allows you to easily press your lips against his and you try to convey how much this actually means to you without actually saying it. 

You shift your hips and the new angle allows for him to fuck you even deeper. It has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, especially when he starts to pick up the pace, and you can hear the sound of his balls slapping against you. 

“You’re taking me so well. Think you were made for me.” 

His words have you clenching around him and moans come tumbling out of him. Your pussy was going to be the death of him and he was perfectly content with that. 

The sounds that echo between these four walls of your room are downright sinful. The squelching wet sound of him pounding into your cunt combined with your shared moans could make the biggest pervert blush.

You’re so blissed out and all your brain can think about is Steve. 

Steve. Steve. Steve. 

His name, his body, the feeling of him inside you– it consumes your brain and you never want to stop feeling like this. 

“I love you Steve. I love you so much.” You babble, already feeling fucked out. 

Steve’s movements falter for a split second, not expecting you to be so affectionate all of the sudden, but it does more for him than he realizes and now he’s even more locked into showing you how much he loves you. He shifts slightly and hits that spot inside you that has you clinging to him, your wanton moans filling the room. 

“Love you too baby. My sweet girl.” 

Your orgasm sneaks up on you and you find yourself back at that edge faster than you expected, but when Steve keeps hitting your g-spot with every thrust you shouldn’t be surprised. “Fuck. I’m close. I’m gonna come.” 

Steve removes his right hand from yours and trails it down your body until he reaches that sensitive bundle of nerves and rubs small tight circles against it. “Come on pretty girl. Come for me, let me make you feel good.” 

The most euphoric feeling washes over you not even a second later and your body spasms as the pleasure courses through your veins. “Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m coming. I love you.” Your words are barely coherent and you aren’t even really sure you’re in your body anymore, your vision has gone white, and your ears are ringing. This was even more intense than your first orgasm and you’d thought that one was intense. 

The sight of you falling apart underneath, clenching down around his dick, it spurs on Steve’s own orgasm. His head drops down into the crook of your neck, barely able to hold himself up anymore as the pleasure overwhelms him too. Thick white ropes of his cum paint your velvet walls and Steve’s hips involuntary buck, pushing his seed further into you. 

You’re both a panting mess, heads spinning, and body’s limp from what was undoubtedly the best thing either of you have experienced. It wasn’t just sex though, it was both of you devoting yourselves to each other, taking care of one another, expressing your love in one of the most intimate ways. 

“You with me baby?” Steve asks when he notices you’re still a little dazed even after the two of you have long since come down from your orgasms. 

You glance over at him, a lazy smile stretching itself across your face. “I’m with you. I think you might have fucked me a little too good though. My brain feels like mush.” 

Steve was still sheathed inside you and your words have his dick twitching slightly. “That was the point wasn’t it?” He questions with what could only be described as a cocky smirk on his face. There was nothing that could stroke his ego more than hearing his girl say he’d fucked her too good. 

“Yeah…” You sigh, your head lolling onto his shoulder. “Thank you though, you made me feel so good, made me feel safe.” 

His hand reaches up and cups the side of your face, his thumb gently brushing against the apple of your cheek. “I’m glad, you know I’d do anything for you.” 

“I know.” 

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “We should really take a shower.” 

“You’re gonna have to take your dick out of me first Harrington.” 

He rolls his eyes at you, but slowly pulls himself out of your wrecked cunt. You whine slightly at how sensitive you are, but also at the sudden emptiness, and you find yourself clinging to him to try and fill the new found void. Steve forces himself to bite back the moan that so badly wants to escape him at the sight of his cum leaking out of you and if your limbs weren’t absolute jello he’d be asking if you wanted to go again. 

“Come on, I'll wash your hair for you.” Steve states as he practically carries you to the bathroom. 

After a very long and hot shower that consisted of Steve doing everything for you, the both of you climb back into bed. You tuck yourself into Steve’s side as soon as you get under the covers and he presses a chaste kiss to your temple. After the events that had just transpired you should be falling asleep with ease, but the euphoria induced brain fog had started to wear off towards the end of your shower and now you’re laying here staring up at your ceiling with those all too familiar thoughts and worries filling your brain. 

You’ve just given Steve a part of you that you can never get back and maybe this will ruin what should be a special night for the two of you, but you can’t keep lying to him when you’ve let him in like this. He thinks he has all of you now, but he doesn’t, and even if it is ugly you know you’ve got to tell him. 

“Steve?” You whisper, testing to see if he’s awake or not. 

“Hmm?” He mumbles out, just on the cusp of sleep. 

“I need to tell you something.”