What Am I Even Doing?

reader getting themselves in danger when steve specifically told them to stay in the castle and to not go anywhere near the perimeter of the grounds. there are rising tensions with a neighboring kingdom and steve is highly aware that capturing the princess — you — would be too good of an opportunity for the opposition to pass up.

and you’re so annoyed because he can’t tell you what to do! he isn’t your father! and you’re really pissed off at him, even after he explains that he’s speaking for your father. because if your father knew about your stupidity, you’d literally be locked up in your tower.

but the one night steve isn’t outside of your door, the one night he’s patrolling the grounds, you somehow sneak past him and escape. you aren’t taking his warnings seriously at all. you’re sick of being stuck in the castle, and you’re sick of being treated like a child, especially by steve. so you sneak out partly just to feel something and partly just to piss him off.

but of course you get caught. and of course steve followed you, because he has a sixth sense when it comes to you. he just knew you snuck past him, and he just knew you were in trouble.

you’re thrown against a tree by him, air knocked out of your lungs. and you watch with wide-eyed terror while he obliterates them - using hand-to-hand combat before being forced to slash each man that had cornered you.

you’ve never seen death before. and you’ve never seen steve look like this. only now do you really understand who he is at his core - a knight, sworn to protect his kingdom by any means necessary.

panting, he walks towards you, blood dripping off of him, his knuckles bruised and bloody, his sword dirty. it drops beside him and he grabs your arms, hard enough to hurt, shaking you.

his voice cracks as he asks, “what on earth were you thinking?”

it scares you. genuinely. and you’re rubbing your fucking thighs together, breath hitching, eyes still wide, your body shaking.

yet you want to patch him up and hold him and apologize. but this is your fault, and there’s nothing you could do to make it better.

there’s galloping nearby. another knight grabs you swiftly and pulls you up onto the saddle. there’s a commotion as more knights appear, but steve’s eyes don’t leave yours. his expression is pained, angry, lovestruck, terrified, frantic.

“take them back to the castle,” he commands. “tell their father.”

you feel like you’ve been struck by lightning.

“steve, please —“

“go,” he says, turning away from you, spitting blood onto the ground and wiping his brow.

holding your tears back hurts. makes your jaw ache. you feel incredibly sick, but you’re so, so happy that the knight with you doesn’t say a word.

the only thing he says as you dismount, your parents running to you, is, “never scare him like that again.”

you know he means steve.

you want to scream.

but you’re ushered inside, already being berated, the tears that welled in your eyes spilling over. and still, you know that the scolding you’re getting now isn’t going to hurt you as much as steve’s disappointment in you.

and as he predicted, you’re locked in your room with a different guard at your door. you wonder if he’ll ever come to see you again. and you wonder, too, why you ache between the legs, flashes of steve’s angry and determined expression flashing through your mind. the look that he gave you after the last man fell, like he could kill you, too. how his body pressed against yours while he glared at you, his hands brushing your soft skin.

He looks good tonight, chestnut hair clear of product, soft and bouncy as it hangs slightly at his forehead. Uniform long discarded and replaced with a simple plaid flannel left open with a snug black tee underneath and wrangler jeans that hugged his ass just right.

Even from your vantage point the boredom is evident across his features as his gaze slowly sweeps the room, eyes finally landing on you. His face lights up, sending a lopsided grin and wink your way as he straightens his posture, puffing his chest out. You roll your eyes but grin despite yourself.

Blondie doesn't notice that his attention is now drawn elsewhere, still prattling on, popping her gum as she speaks but he follows your movements as you slide through the crowd occupying the living room making your way into the kitchen.

It was less cramped, giving you a chance to breathe and look around. Roy would kill him if he saw the current state of his home. Red solo cups litter the counters and old oak dining table, leaving sticky residue and water rings on every surface. There was enough liquor and beer to keep the party going until morning, which you hoped wouldn't be the case this time.

He only did this on the occasion he knew his old man would be out of town for a few days. Gator was a burnout, the glory days of high school and his failed football career were long in the rearview but he still had a few high school buddies that would come around, especially for nights like these bringing with them a younger crowd that you didn't care for.

You mix a stiff drink in the cleanest cup you can find, taking a sip as strong arms snake around your middle, a warm and gentle pressure spreads across your back, his chest expanding with a deep breath before he speaks.

“Hey sugar.” He hums lowly, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear sending goosebumps across your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“Gator,” you reply, tone laced with a feigned cold indifference as his lips meet your skin, planting a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Missed ya, baby.” He murmurs against you, lips still peppering kisses wherever he could reach, fingertips grazing your skin as he moves the loose strands of hair away from your neck.

“Didn't look like it.” You scoff, his movements pausing, met with a scoff in return accompanied with an eye roll you couldn't see as he pulls back to give you an incredulous stare, eyes boring into your profile.

“Don't.” He warns.

“Don't what?” You tilt your head to finally look at him with clueless expression, batting your long lashes.

“Don’t start that bullshit…” He murmurs with a hiss, voice lowering an octave. The grip around your waist loosens as his hand drifts to your hip and tightens harshly. “I can’t pin a sign to my goddamn chest that says “off limits,” ya know?”

“Now, that’s a thought.” Your grin grows, shifting in his grasp so you can face him fully, throwing your arms around his neck, while his grasp on your hips pulls you into him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He replies, eyes rolling once more with a huff. “M’sure you’d like that, huh?” Tongue darting out, wetting his lips, trying to hide a faint smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.

“I would actually.” You hum, eyes dropping to his lips and back up. “At least they’d back off.”

“She would’ve gotten the hint…eventually. Maybe if you’d shown up on time, she wouldn’t have talked to me. Ever think of that, darlin?” He grins wide, proud of his retort.

“Oh, so it’s my fault that blondie was hanging all over you?”

“Hey. I didn’t say that and she was not all over me.” He sighs, not yet exasperated but his frustration is beginning to show. You love pushing his buttons like this.

“Who knows what would have happened if I hadn’t shown up.” You pout, pushing your lower lip out in dramatic fashion.

“Nothin’ and ya know it. Ya want me to confess my undyin’ love for ya right here and right now? Ya know I will.” He threatens with a devious grin.

You don’t have the chance to respond before he's grabbing your hand and yanking you into the living room, stopping short at the bottom of the stairs. Your eyebrows marry with confusion, as he takes a deep breath.

“Hey everyone!” He shouts, but you quickly clamp your hand over his mouth before he can continue. He looks surprised but there’s an amused twinkle to his eyes.

“Stop.” You hiss, looking around to see a few curious onlookers but his loud ass mouth hadn’t made much of a disturbance.

He lifts your hand revealing a wide grin before he laughs, “What? I told ya I would.”

He licks his lips, leaning in and pulling your hips flush to his as you let out a surprised squeak, his forehead resting against yours.

“Better yet,” he lowers his voice, as if the music wouldn’t drown it out, “I don’t have to tell them once they hear how good I'm making ya feel. Hmmm?”

His words send tingles down your spine and sparks immediately flare at your core, your breath catches slightly and he knows he has you. His hand slides down to your ass, griping it possessively, leaning in further to whisper right in your ear.

“Never been the quiet type, huh, darlin? Don’t go quiet on me now.”

He pulls back just enough to see your flushed expression and parted lips but doesn’t allow your body to move from his, letting you feel the semi he’s sporting against your lower stomach with a smirk.

“You’re awfully full of yourself.” You retort, trying to regain some sense of composure but it's too late.

“Baby, ya can't help yourself from screaming my fuckin’ name when I'm inside that tight little pussy and don't act like ya aren't wet right now.”

“Shut up.” You giggle, playfully swatting at his chest, hating that he's right. You were already painfully aware of the growing damp spot in your panties.

“See, there ya go getting all cute and shit.” He says before suddenly pulling away and gripping your legs before you realize what's happening, he’s hosting you over his shoulder with a small grunt.

“Gator!” You yelp, as his hand comes down across your ass making you squirm. You grip his belt at the back of his pants to steady yourself against him as he turns to head upstairs. Whistles and cheers from down below echo around the room making your cheeks heat with embarrassment.

He laughs, carrying you effortlessly up the stairs. You still your body from any further protests realizing there’s no use in fighting him at this point, taking one last glance back at the crowd, spotting blondie in the corner sulking as you send her a slight wave, wiggling your fingers as you both disappear around the corner.

He takes even, measured steps making his way to his room at the end of the hall, throwing his door open and kicking it shut behind him, quickly ushering you inside and over to his unkempt bed. Your body lands with a bounce as he tosses you rather unceremoniously but not harshly, onto the worn mattress making a soft giggle escape you.

“Jerk.” You say breathlessly, with no real malice as he toes his boots off by the bed, shrugging the flannel from his shoulders then coming to wrap a calloused hand around your ankle to help ease your shoes off just the same, dropping one by one to the floor with small thuds.

“Mhmm. Just a big ole jerk, with a big ole dick.” He murmurs, before he’s crawling onto the bed overtop of you, settling between your parted thighs, caging you in, holding himself up with his elbows. You huff a laugh at his statement, that quickly turns into a low moan when he grinds his hips into yours, his growing bulge sliding deliciously against your clothed core.

“S’that all it takes to render you speechless, darlin?” He hums with a mirth of amusement watching the way your eyelids flutter shut.

A slow smile spreads across your face as you look up at him, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him further into you. His hazel eyes now a mere ring of color outlining his dark, lust blown pupils.

“Thought you were gonna make me scream your name, baby?” You question, grinding your hips back into his for retaliation. He sucks in a sharp breath, hips bucking back of their own accord.

“You play dirty, sweetheart. But don’t worry, we’ve got plenty o’time to make that happen.” He murmurs, leaning in, lips ghosting over yours but pulling away at the last second, causing you to chase after him with a small whine. It was embarrassing how easily he could get you worked up, ready and pliant for his affection.

A smirk splits his face when your eyes find his once more, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he caresses your cheek, leaning in again crashing his lips to yours in a sinful and needy kiss. He tilts your jaw to his liking, deepening the kiss as his tongue slips in, mingling with yours. He tastes of the cheap beer he’d been nursing, a flavor you had grown accustomed to, but something undeniably underneath was all Gator.

It quickly becomes messy and heated when you wrap your arms around his neck, tongues sliding against each other with practiced ease. He finds the hem of your shirt, fingertips meeting your bare skin, brushing against your stomach, drifting past your ribs and stopping at the underside of your breast when he reaches the edge of your bra. Your back arches into his touch giving him all the permission he needs, slipping underneath the lacy fabric. It sends sparks shooting through you as he squeezes your supple flesh, letting his thumb brush over your nipple, immediately causing it to pebble under his touch as you moan into his mouth.

It’s only then that he breaks the kiss, panting, “God I love the sounds you make.” He nips at your lower lip, sucking it softly before letting it go with a soft pop, continually kneading your breast as he grinds his now hard length down against you, catching your clit deliciously through your jeans making your cunt ache all the more.

“Fuck,” he growls, “let me get you out of this.” His hand leaves your breast making you pout the tiniest bit but he makes quick work of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Too impatient, your hands fly to the clasp of your bra to undo it hastily and get rid of the offending garment, tossing it into the floor.

“Fuck me.” He pulls back to look at you spread out beneath him. “Fuckin’ perfect tits.” He huffs, groping and pushing them together, his thumbs finding your already pert nipples. Your back arches when he presses his face between them, tongue darting out to taste you. His focus turns to one nipple lapping and sucking it into his mouth before he lavishes the same attention to the other.

“Gator!” You whine, cradling his head to you. He tries to ignore the way his cock strains painfully against his jeans, begging for attention but when your hips grind up again, it's too hard to ignore.

He groans, pausing his ministrations and laying his forehead to your chest when his length kicks up against his jeans, begging for any sort of relief.

“Christ.” He murmurs between your tits, breath hot against your skin, before he begins trailing kisses down your sternum and lower still. His touch continues down, reaching for the button of your jeans and popping it with practiced ease, slipping skilled fingers underneath the waistband of your panties and finding your wet center.

“Fuckin' knew it.” He rumbles, voice gravely and lust laden, easing back up until hip lips are right by your ear. “Goddamn soaked f’me.”

“Uh huh,” you sigh out, eyes fluttering shut, unable to formulate a snarky comeback when his middle finger sweeps over your clit. You grip his shirt pulling at the hem watching through hooded eyes as he takes the hint, removing his hand briefly from your mound, sitting up and quickly pulling it over head and throwing it somewhere across the room.

You smile up at him, biting your lip when your gaze roams over his exposed skin. His smirk widens as he catches you staring, which only further inflates his ego, flexing his pecs.

He immediately works your zipper the rest of the way down.

“Lift up f’me.” He commands softly, helping ease your jeans and panties down your thighs when you oblige him.

He all but growls staring down at you, finally bare and wanting. He takes a few moments to appreciate the site before him, the already blissed our expression with soft parted lips, kiss bitten and swollen. Your breasts rising and falling with each breath and your pussy… His breath slightly hitches, God, your bare pussy glistening and waiting for his touch or his cock. He'd never get tired of seeing you like this.

Your fingertips move down his stomach, momentarily knocking him from his lust fueled daze, the muscles flexing under your soft touch, nails lightly scratching as they trace down his happy trail.

His hips thrust forward when you palm at his bulge, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, relishing the feel of your touch with a low moan as he squeezes your thigh, pushing your legs further apart.

“Fuck. I need t’be inside that pussy baby.” He hums, eyes meeting yours once more, finger tracing down your slick slit. “Ya need more teasing or—” He doesn’t finish that thought as he parts your sticky lips, dipping his finger into your sweet nectar and circling your puffy clit, watching the way your entrance clenches around nothing, cunt aching with unrelenting need.

“Just want you baby.” You finally manage to rasp out with a gasp, mind beginning to turn hazy from the little pleasure he was allowing.

He curses low at your breathy statement. The sound of his belt clinking open has your eyes snapping open in time to see him pushing his jeans and boxers down his muscular thighs just enough to free his thick cock. It stands at immediate attention, slapping against his lower stomach, a strand of precum connecting the ruddy tip to his skin for a moment. It twitches with a renewed vigor before he’s wrapping his hand around his throbbing member to give himself a modicum amount of relief, stroking slowly, as your hips grind up toward him, pussy weeping, begging to be filled.

He jerks his clothes the rest of the way down, leaning over you to kick them completely off, his motions displaying an internal desperation that matches your own.

Sliding back up the bed, his knee nudges your thigh up, hand quickly wrapping back around his cock. The fat tip ruts in-between your soaked lips, gathering the wetness before bumping your clit. Your hips jerk upward, seeking the relief your body craves.

He notches himself at your entrance, not yet breaching, pausing briefly as if seeking your permission that you eagerly give with a jerky nod.

He enters slowly, his tip carving its way through your tight walls, girthy cock deliciously splitting you open in the best way.

“Goddamn,” he huffs, releasing a shuddering breath. “Always so fuckin' tight.”

You moan in response, as he captures your lips, tongue tangling briefly with yours, swallowing the sound. His length sinks further in, inch by inch, all patience quickly dissolving when your pussy flutters around him, his cock driving deeper with a sudden snap of his hips.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, the sensation of being completely filled overwhelming your senses, his head falls forward burying itself in the crook of your neck, releasing a harsh breath to steel himself. He stays like that for just a moment, telling himself it's for you to adjust, but he feels just as wrecked, cock twitching with anticipation, pent up and ready to explode.

He kisses your neck once, pulling out slowly, letting you feel every single inch leaving just the tip. He lifts his head, looking down at the space between you, his warm hand suddenly pushing your thigh further against the bed, so he can see himself disappear when he pushes just as slowly back in. He smirks at the whine you make, throwing your head back as he splits you open.

He's big and knows it. It doesn't matter how many times you find yourself on your back for him, there was always a subtle burn before it gave way to immense pleasure. You've learned to relish it, the way his cock hits every deep spot that no one else ever could, sometimes feeling him for days long after you've given yourself over to him.

“Goddamn, takin’ me like a good girl.”

And there it is. Words that make your tummy flip, your body keening upward to meet his next thrust. He maintains a slow rhythm, sliding in and out, his eyes locked onto the way your pussy sucks him in a little deeper each time.

You dare to glance at him, hair softly bouncing at his forehead with each unrushed movement of his hips. His eyes are still glued to where the two of you meet as if mesmerized by the sight. Your palm meets his cheek, drawing his attention back to you. You're already blissed out, all soft gazes and flushed cheeks, head fuzzy with nothing but thoughts of the way he makes you feel.

He nods knowingly, the look in your eyes giving him the go ahead to pick up the pace. The grip on your thigh loosens, moving to hike your leg higher around his waist, warmth spreading across your hip to pin you down instead.

Your moans grow louder with the new position, fingernails dragging across his back.

“That's it baby… Let me hear those sweet sounds. Tell me how good this cock makes you feel.” His chest fills with pride knowing he was the one doing this to you.

“Gator!” You cry out when his length drags along the spot that makes you see stars.

“Right there.” He smirks, maintaining the same path in and out of your slick walls.

A switch flips in your brain; it was too much and not enough. Your nails dig into his back, making him hiss, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips, locking your heels at the base of his spine.

He hums, leaning down to lave his tongue hot across your nipple, sucking harshly with the next snap of his hips.

“Harder!” You cry out, finding your voice, making his eyes darken with a newfound desire. He sinks his teeth lightly into your pert nub, before popping off with a wicked grin.

“Fuck, there she is. Unlock your legs baby.” He commands, pausing his movements momentarily, shifting back as you do so, pulling out, making you whine at the loss.

He chuckles at your impatience, gripping under your thighs to push them up toward your chest, leaving him with the perfect view of your pussy open and wanting.

“Look at that pretty little tang. All f’me.” He praises, watching your cunt clench around nothing, your puffy clit aching with need.

“Gat— ahhhh!” The words die on your tongue as spit lands directly on your core, followed by the head of his cock nudging at your clit and back down.

“Keep those legs up baby.” He murmurs, gripping the base of his throbbing cock, feeding it back into your greedy cunt. He's done with the pleasantries, you're both needy and craving release.

He immediately pulls back and starts pounding into you, heavy balls slapping your ass, the sound of skin slapping skin echoes around the room. His large hands keep a firm hold on the back of your thighs, fingers digging so hard into your flesh you know you'll have bruises in the morning.

“Take it— fuckin' take it like a good girl.” He grits out between heavy thrusts. At this angle it feels like he's going to split you in half, he's hitting every nerve ending imaginable, hurdling you incredibly fast toward the precipice.

You cry out, gripping his forearm, eyes closing against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through your veins. He knows you're close, knows your body as well as his own and also knows you need that little extra push.

He releases one thigh, quickly finding your swollen and needy clit, thumb coming down to press tight circles against you. Your free leg jolts against his thigh, the sensation almost too much. He growls hearing your loud, unfiltered moans, past the point of coherent words. He loves seeing you like this, mindless, drunk on pleasure. All because of him.

“Go on, come f’me. Cream this fuckin’ cock.” He urges, your belly tightens and spine tingles, pussy fluttering with your impending high. He angles upward, his next push sending you over the edge when he hits that place that has those fireworks burst behind your eyelids.

It's an implosion, a tidal wave of pure ecstasy washing over you at full force. Your pussy clenches around him, pulsing over and over, ripping a pornographic cry from your chest.

“Jesus… fuck…” He hisses, trying but failing to keep him composure, as his balls tighten. A few more sloppy thrusts and he's spilling inside you. Thick, hot ropes of his sticky spend coat your insides, your pussy milking every last drop.

He collapses forward onto your chest, pressing you into the mattress, dick still twitching inside you. “Holy shit…” He pants heavily, body slick with sweat, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You manage to murmur a low hum of agreement, your body boneless and exhausted.

“Did I break you?” He chuckles breathlessly, gently kissing your neck making you squirm.

“I don’t know yet.” You giggle, then hiss as he pulls his softening cock from your sensitive cunt.

“M’sorry,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek, lying beside you. “Ya sure you’re okay?” He adds teasingly, knowing damn well he just fucked you senseless, his fingertips ghosting over your mound, dangerously close to your core causing you to shudder, now oversensitive and hyperaware of every little touch.

“See? Broke.” He chuckles once more at your reaction. Leaning down to kiss your collarbone, he whispers, “Ya look fuckin’ beautiful like this, ya know that?” His fingertips continue to trace slowly over your exposed body causing an eruption of goosebumps.

“Mmmm, I love you.” You hum out, curling into him, giving him those soft doe eyes he can’t resist.

His heart soars, as he cups your cheek tenderly. “Love you too, baby. Fuckin’ hell.” His lips move to kiss your forehead. “You’re wrecked though.”

“Thouroughly.” You grin, spent and satiated feeling safe and warm in your afterglow. He roughly pulls his sheets up to cover the both of you as the party below still rages toward dawn.

“We got a lot of cleaning up tomorrow. When does Roy get back?” You softly murmur, eyes already shut, body succumbing to sleep.

“Shhh… We’ll worry about that tomorrow. Old man doesn’t get back until Sunday, we got plenty o’time.” He coaxes you closer, turning so he can wrap an arm around your middle, kissing your temple with a heavy sigh.