djousetour

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.

you were dustin henderson’s old sister.

the one who spent most of her time trying to study or trying to stop your little brother from blowing up the basement.

you weren’t unpopular, exactly, but you weren’t part of the spotlight either. you kept your head down. got good grades. and tried to survive without drawing too much attention.

steve harrington was the opposite.

king steve. 

the guy who ruled the school.

he had everything — looks, money, status, and a different girl on his arm every other week. 

and you had never been on his radar.

until tommy hagan started loudly crushing on you.

tommy had clearly not gotten that memo. 

and for weeks, he had been bothering you.

every morning he’d lean against your locker like he owned it. flashing what he probably thought was a charming grin. making lame jokes. trying way too hard to flirt. he wasn’t subtle at all. 

he told anyone who would listen that he was going to ‘’bag henderson’s sister’’. it was embarrassing and annoying, especially because you had zero interest in him.

you turned him down politely the first few times. then less politely. but tommy was nothing if not persistent. 

and then steve harrington noticed. his best friend. 

one afternoon after the final bell, you were at your locker switching out books when you overheard them. steve was walking down the hallway with tommy, carol, and a couple of the other guys. tommy was being loud and obnoxious as usual.

“i’m telling you, man, i’m gonna ask her out this weekend,” tommy bragged loudly. “she’s fucking hot. she keeps playing hard to get but i know she wants it. i’m wearing her down.”

steve stopped walking.

“you’re serious?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “dustin henderson’s sister?”

“yeah, dude,” tommy laughed, puffing out his chest. “she’s quiet, but i bet she’s a freak once you get her alone.”

something shifted in steve’s expression. 

he didn’t laugh along like he normally would. 

instead, his eyes narrowed slightly, almost like he had just decided something.

then, steve started paying attention to you.

it began small.

he nodded at you in the hallway. then he started saying “hey” when he passed by. soon he was waiting by your locker in the mornings, leaning against it with that famous king smirk.

“you know tommy’s got a massive crush on you, right?” he said one morning, arms crossed.you rolled your eyes, shoving books into your locker. 

“yeah. he’s not exactly subtle.” steve chuckled, low and warm. 

“he’s an idiot. you deserve way better than that tool.”

from that day on, steve turned up the charm.

he started walking with you between classes, even when it took him out of his way. 

he teased you about the stack of books you always carried. 

he made sure to sit near you at lunch sometimes, right next to him, much to tommy’s visible annoyance. 

carol was catty at first, throwing little comments your way, but steve shut her down every single time with just a look.

tommy’s dirty looks became more frequent. steve seemed to enjoy it. 

every time tommy tried to talk to you, steve would appear out of nowhere, sling an arm around your shoulders, and pull you closer like it was the most natural thing in the world.

what started as steve stepping in to shut tommy down quickly turned into something else. 

but he never asked you to be his girlfriend. 

he never took you on official dates. 

it was a fling. a messy, heated situationship that neither of you defined. you would make out in empty classrooms, in his car after school, and sometimes in the bathrooms.

and you? you felt completely out of your depth.

you kissed a couple of boys before, but never like this. 

you always felt awkward, unsure, like you didn’t know how to kiss properly. you never took control. you just followed steve’s lead, hoping you weren’t doing it wrong.

it happened again during lunch.

steve found you in the hallway, didn’t say a word, just grabbed your hand and pulled you into the male’s bathroom near the gym. 

“steve—” you started, heart racing.

the second the door was locked, he pushed you against the sink and kissed you hard.

his mouth was hungry, tongue sliding against yours as he pressed his body into you. 

you tried to kiss him back, but you felt clumsy, unsure. you never quite knew what to do with your tongue or how much pressure to use.

steve didn’t seem to mind. he kissed you deeper, tilting your head the way he wanted, dominating the kiss completely.

steve pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark.

you moaned softly into the kiss, your hands gripping his polo shirt. 

then steve didn’t waste time. he lifted you onto the sink, stepping between your legs, his hands sliding under your sweater.

“fuck, i’ve been thinking about this all morning,” he muttered against your lips.

you let out a soft sound when his lips moved to your neck, kissing and sucking lightly on your skin. 

his body was warm and solid against yours, and for a moment you forgot where you were.

just as steve’s hand started sliding higher up your side, the door handle rattled.

“steve…” you breathed, fingers threading into his hair.

he smiled against you and sucked your upper lip while one hand squeezed your thigh under your skirt.

just as his fingers started sliding higher, a loud knock came from the door.

“harrington! you in there, man?” tommy’s voice called out. “we’re gonna be late for that thing with carol. hurry the fuck up!”

steve groaned against your chest, clearly frustrated.

“shit,” he muttered.

he lifted his head and looked at you, eyes dark with want, lips slightly swollen. He gave you one last slow kiss, deep and lingering, before pulling back.

“i gotta go,” he whispered, regret heavy in his voice. “i told tommy i was going to the bathroom and that i’d meet him and carol after lunch. if i don’t show up he’ll come looking.”

you nodded, still breathless, cheeks flushed and lips tingling. steve helped you down from the sink, fixing your sweater and skirt with surprisingly gentle hands.

he cupped your face and kissed you once more, softer this time.

“i’ll make it up to you later, okay?” he said, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “promise.”

then he unlocked the door and slipped out, giving you one last smirk before disappearing down the hallway to meet tommy.

you stayed there for a moment, with your heart still pounding, legs a little shaky and trying to process what had just happened.

later that same day, carol pulled you aside during the last period and dragged you out to the bleachers behind the school. she looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

‘’so,’’ carol started, smirking. ‘’you and steve were getting nasty in the bathroom? bold move, girl.’’

you felt your face heat up instantly.

“it wasn’t… we didn’t—” you tried, but carol cut you off with a laugh.

“relax. i’m not judging. just surprised you let him drag you in there during lunch. tommy’s been sulking all week because steve basically stole you from under his nose.”

you sighed and sat down on the cold metal bleacher. carol sat beside you, crossing her legs.

“i don’t know what i’m doing, carol,” you admitted quietly. “every time steve kisses me, i feel like i’m doing it wrong. i just stood there and let him lead. i never know what to do with my hands or my tongue. i feel so awkward and inexperienced.”

carol looked at you for a second, then let out a short laugh, blowing smoke from the corner of her mouth.

“oh honey, you really are a baby at this, aren’t you?” 

she said it not unkindly. 

“steve’s used to girls who know how to kiss back. but he also likes the whole innocent thing you’ve got going on. still… you can’t just be a passive doll forever.”

carol continued, more direct this time.

“next time he kisses you, don’t just open your mouth and wait for him to do everything. bite his bottom lip gently. grab the back of his neck or pull his hair. press your body against him. guys go fucking crazy when you do that.”

you listened carefully with your cheeks burning.

“and if he puts his hand between your legs,” carol continued, smirking, “don’t just let him touch you. push against his fingers. show him you’re enjoying it. whisper shit in his ear too. steve acts cool but he’s easy when you talk dirty.”

then you stayed quiet for a moment, processing everything she said. carol glanced at you, almost gentle for once.

“i just don’t want to look stupid,” you said softly. “i feel like he knows so much more than me.”

“you are inexperienced. own it. steve clearly likes you exactly like this or he wouldn’t keep chasing you.”

you touched your neck self-consciously and stood up, walking beside her back toward the school building.

even though carol could be sharp and mean, her advice felt strangely useful. maybe you really did need to stop overthinking and just try taking control for once.

then two days later, you were at steve’s house after school.

his parents were out of town again, so the big empty house felt even quieter than usual. 

you went under the excuse of ‘’studying together,’’ but now you were both in his room, sitting on his bed and supposedly watching movies. 

the movie was playing on the tv across the room, some action flick with loud explosions, but neither of you were paying attention for a while.

now steve was half on top of you, kissing you slowly and deeply. his body was warm and heavy in the best way, and one of his hands was resting on your waist. the other cupped the side of the side of your face. 

his kisses were confident, smooth. he tilted your head exactly how he wanted. his tongue brushed against yours in that rhythm that made your stomach flutter.

then you remembered carol’s words.

you wanted to try. you really did. you wanted to be better for him.

so when steve kissed you again, you gathered all your courage. 

you slid both hands into his hair and pulled him closer, kissing him a little harder than usual. you sucked gently on his bottom lip, then brushed your tongue against his more confidently.

for a few seconds it felt good.

steve made a low sound on his throat, almost surprised,and his hand tightened on your waist.

you tried to take more control. 

you deepened the kiss, moving your tongue against his, pressing your chest closer to his body. you even tugged lightly on his hair the way carol said guys liked.

but then the thoughts crashed in.

is this too much? am i being too aggressive? what if he thinks i’m bad at this? what if he’s just pretending to like it?

your confidence vanished in an instant.

your movements became hesitant and stiff. you didn’t know what to do with your tongue anymore. 

you pulled back slightly, breathing faster. cheeks burning with embarrassment and frustration.

steve noticed right away.

he lifted his head and looked down at you, his hazel eyes were soft but concerned. his thumb gently stroked your cheek.

“hey… you okay?” he asked quietly, voice low and careful.

you forced a small smile and nodded quickly.

“yeah… i’m fine,” you whispered.

“we can slow down if you want,” he said gently. “or stop. you know that, right?”

“no, it’s okay,” you replied, shaking your head. you didn’t want to explain how nervous and insecure you felt. you didn’t want him to know you were overthinking everything. “let’s just… watch the movie.”

steve hesitated for a second, searching your eyes, but eventually nodded.

“alright,” he said softly.

he shifted beside you, lying on his back and pulling you against his chest. 

his arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close as he turned his attention back to the television. 

the movie continued playing — loud gunshots and dramatic music filling the room — but your mind was somewhere else completely.

you lay there with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, pretending to watch the screen. inside, you felt stupid and frustrated with yourself.

carol’s advice had sounded so easy when she said it, but when you actually tried, your brain had sabotaged everything. 

you kept replaying the kiss in your head, wondering what you did wrong, why you couldn’t just relax and enjoy it like other girls seemed to.

steve’s fingers traced slow patterns on your arm. 

every now and then he would press a soft kiss to the top of your head, completely unaware of the storm happening inside you.

after a few minutes, he spoke casually, trying to include you.

“this part’s supposed to be cool,” he murmured with relaxed voice. “you like action movies, right?”

you nodded against his chest.

“yeah… it’s good,” you whispered, even though you had no idea what was happening on screen.

steve squeezed your shoulder lightly and continued watching, his hand still gently stroking your arm. 

he seemed good just holding you, completely happy with the simple closeness.

but you couldn’t stop the quiet voice in your head. you stayed quiet, curled up against him, pretending everything was fine while your mind kept spinning.

days passed after that afternoon at steve’s house. 

you tried to act normal around him, but the insecurity still lingered in the back of your mind. you kept overthinking every kiss, every touch, wondering if you were doing enough or if you looked inexperienced. 

steve noticed you were a little quieter than usual, but he didn’t push. 

he just kept being sweet and patient with you.

one afternoon after school, steve was leaning against his car in the parking lot with carol. 

tommy wandered off somewhere, leaving the two of them alone. steve pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke toward the sky.

carol leaned beside him, arms crossed.

“so,” she said, smirking slightly. “how’s it going with henderson’s sister? you two are still sneaking around like horny teenagers?”

steve let out a small laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes. he took another drag from his cigarette before answering.

“it’s going… okay,” he said. “i really like her. more than i thought i would. but she’s different.”

carol raised an eyebrow.

“different how?” steve hesitated, tapping ash from his cigarette.

“she gets in her head a lot. i can tell she’s nervous. like she thinks she’s doing everything wrong. i try to go slow but… i don’t know. sometimes i feel like i’m pushing too much.”

carol was quiet for a moment, then sighed.

“yeah, well… she talked to me the other day.” steve turned his head quickly, surprised.

“she did?”

“mhm,” carol nodded. “poor girl was spiraling. told me she feels awkward as hell when you kiss her. she thinks she doesn’t know how to kiss properly. she’s scared she’s bad at it and that you’ll get bored.”

steve stayed silent, staring at the ground as he processed her words. he took another long drag from his cigarette, clearly thinking.

carol continued, more gently than usual.

“she really likes you, steve. but she’s intimidated. you’re experienced, you’ve been with a lot of girls, and she’s… basically starting from zero.”

steve exhaled slowly, smoke curling in the air.

“fuck,” he muttered. “i didn’t realize it was that bad. i thought she was just shy.”

“she is shy,” carol said. “but she also really wants to be good for you. so maybe stop always taking control. let her lead sometimes. tell her it’s okay if she’s not perfect. tell her you like when she tries. girls like her need to hear that shit out loud.”

steve nodded slowly, looking thoughtful. he flicked ash from his cigarette and stayed quiet for a few seconds.

“yeah… you’re right,” he said finally. “i’ve been going too fast with her. i get carried away because i really like her, but… i don’t want her feeling like she’s not enough.”

carol smirked a little.

“good. don’t fuck it up, harrington”

that night your brother were out for dinner with friends and your mom was downstairs making a lot of noise with some friends.

you had your bedroom door closed, desk lamp on, trying to focus on your history notes even though your mind kept drifting.

you were halfway through rewriting a paragraph when you heard the familiar soft tap on your window.

your heart jumped. you turned around and saw steve’s face smiling at you through the glass, his hair a little messy from climbing. 

you quickly got up and opened the window.

“steve,” you whispered, half surprised.. “what are you doing here? mom is downstairs with some friends”

“i know,” he said quietly as he climbed inside, careful not to make too much noise. “i waited until i saw them all sitting down. figured it was safe enough.”

once he was inside he closed the window and immediately pulled you into a gentle hug, kissing the top of your head.

“missed you,” he murmured against your hair. “been thinking about you all day.”

you hugged him back, breathing in his familiar scent of cologne. 

after a moment you both sat on the edge of your bed. steve looked at the open textbooks scattered across your desk.

“still studying?” he asked, a hint of mockery in his tone. “you’re such a good little student, aren’t you?”

“history test tomorrow,” you sighed. “i’m trying to focus but my brain keeps wandering.”

steve nodded, then stayed quiet for a second, like he was thinking about something. he reached over and gently took your hand, playing with your fingers.

“can i ask you something?” he said, voice lower than usual.you looked at him, a little nervous. 

“sure.”

he kept his eyes on your hands for a moment before speaking.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, voice lower. “you’ve been weird the last couple days. carol told me you talked to her.”

you felt your cheeks heat up. you looked down at your lap, embarrassed that he had noticed.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” you whispered. “i just… i feel like every time we do it, i freeze up because i’m scared i’m doing it wrong. i don’t know how to take the lead or… be good at it like you are.”

steve stayed quiet, listening carefully. his thumb kept gently stroking the back of your hand.

“i keep thinking you must get bored,” you admitted, voice small. “because you’ve been with girls who know what they’re doing and i’m just… following.”

steve was silent for a few seconds. then he gently squeezed your hand.

“you’re really overthinking this, huh?” he said, smirking. “it’s just kissing, baby. you don’t have to be perfect at it. you think i give a shit if you’re a little clumsy?”

you lifted your eyes to meet his. his expression was serious but incredibly warm.

“i’m not bored,” he said firmly. “not even a little. i like kissing you. i like everything we do together.’’

you were both half-lying on your bed, propped up against the pillows. steve shifted a little closer, his body relaxed beside yours.

“if you want,” he murmured, voice gentle, “you can kiss me. however you want. i’ll stay still. no moving. you’re in complete control tonight. just… experiment. do whatever feels good to you.”

your heart started beating faster. 

you nodded slowly, nerves and excitement mixing in your stomach.

steve lay back a little more against the pillows, looking up at you with calm, patient eyes. he rested his hands on the bed beside him, clearly showing he wasn’t going to touch you unless you wanted him to.

“i’m all yours,” he whispered.

you hesitated for a second, then leaned over him. 

at first you just kissed him softly, lips brushing against his. steve stayed perfectly still, letting you set the pace. 

you kissed him again, a little longer this time, trying to relax. 

when you tilted your head and pressed your lips more firmly against his, he let out a quiet hum but didn’t move.

feeling a bit braver, you parted your lips and slowly slid your tongue against his bottom lip. 

you sucked gently on it, just like carol had suggested. 

steve’s breathing changed slightly, but he kept his promise — he didn’t kiss you back, didn’t touch you. he let you explore.

you kissed him deeper, sliding your tongue into his mouth, tasting him. 

you experimented with different pressures, sometimes slow and soft, sometimes a little harder. 

“not bad,” he said, voice teasing. “but you’re still thinking too much. you kiss like you’re scared i’m gonna grade you or something.”

then you sucked on his tongue carefully, then kissed the corner of his mouth, his jaw, and came back to his lips again.

“you’re doing so good,” he whispered, voice a little rough. “keep going if you want. i’m not going anywhere.”

but after a few more moments of letting you lead, steve couldn’t hold back any longer.

with a low, quiet groan, he finally took control.

one of his hands slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he tilted his head and kissed you deeply. his mouth devoured yours — slow at first, then hungrier, more intense. 

his tongue moved against yours with confidence, tasting you, claiming the kiss completely. 

he sucked on your upper lip, gently biting it before soothing it with his tongue, then did it again, focusing on that soft sensitive skin like it was his favorite thing in the world.

his nose brushed against your cheek and almost pressed into the corner of your eye as he kissed you, the closeness making everything feel even more intimate.

you could feel every small movement, every warm breath against your skin. 

he kissed you like he had been holding back for too long, like he couldn’t get enough.

you let out a soft, surprised sound against his mouth. 

steve used that moment to gently push you back until you were lying flat on the bed. 

he moved with you, hovering over you without putting his full weight on you, one elbow supporting him while his other hand stayed at the side of your face.he never stopped kissing you.

his lips moved against yours with slow, deep strokes, occasionally pulling back just enough to kiss your upper lip again, sucking on it softly before diving back in. 

his nose kept brushing the side of your face, warm and intimate, as he angled his head to kiss you even deeper.

you were breathless, gripping his shirt, when his hand slowly slid down your body. 

he moved patiently, giving you time to stop him if you wanted. 

his fingers traced over your stomach, then slipped under the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties.

“is this okay?” he whispered against your lips.

you nodded quickly, whispering back, 

“yes… please.”

steve kissed you again as his fingers finally reached your bare pussy. 

he groaned softly into your mouth when he felt how wet you already were.

“fuck, baby… you’re soaked,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “all this just from kissing me?”

his fingers moved slowly, gently parting your folds and rubbing soft circles around your clit. 

he wasn’t rushing.

every touch was deliberate, patient, like he wanted to learn exactly what made you tremble.

you tried to stay quiet, biting your lip hard, but a small whimper escaped when he slid one finger inside you.

“steve…” you whimpered, voice shaky and a little too loud. “oh my god… steve—”

“shhh,” steve whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “gotta be quiet, sweetheart. your mom’s downstairs. can’t have them hearing how pretty you sound when i touch you.”

he added a second finger, curling them gently, stroking that sensitive spot inside you while his thumb kept rubbing slow, perfect circles on your clit. 

his mouth stayed on yours, swallowing every soft moan you couldn’t hold back.

“that’s it,” he breathed against your lips. “feel how wet you are for me? so warm and tight around my fingers… you’re doing so good, baby.”

your hips started moving on their own, grinding against his hand. 

steve kept the pace steady and gentle, never going too fast, just enough to make your legs shake.

“i’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing your upper lip again. “let go for me. cum on my fingers like a good girl. i want to feel you.”

when your body finally started to relax, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips, licking them clean while looking into your eyes.

“you’re killing me,” he whispered, voice rough. “so fucking wet and responsive… and those little sounds you make—”

you blushed deeply, still breathing hard.

“i’m sorry… i couldn’t help it,” you whispered, embarrassed.

steve smiled softly and leaned down to kiss you again, slower this time, gentler.

“don’t apologize,” he murmured against your lips. “i love hearing you. i just don’t want your brother and his friends running up here thinking something’s wrong.”

he kissed you for a long moment, deep and slow, before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes.

“i want you,” he whispered, voice husky. “i want to be inside you… if you’ll let me.”

you nodded, heart hammering. you breathed. 

“it’s okay.”

steve groaned softly and kissed you again, harder this time. 

he helped you out of your shorts and panties, then pushed his own jeans and boxers down just enough. 

his cock was hard and heavy as he rubbed the tip against your soaked entrance.

“tell me if it hurts,” he said seriously, looking into your eyes. “or if i should slow down or whatever”

“i trust you,” you whispered.

steve kissed your upper lip softly, then pushed in slowly.

you gasped at the stretch. 

he was big, and even though you were soaked, the pressure was intense. 

steve groaned deeply. his forehead pressed against yours, his nose brushing the side of your eye as he sank deeper.

“fuck… you’re so tight, baby,” he breathed, voice strained. “so fucking tight around me… you feel incredible.”

he moved slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you. you let out a shaky whimper, gripping his shoulders. 

steve stayed still, kissing your upper lip again and again, his nose almost pressed into the corner of your eye as he tried to stay patient

.“you okay?” he whispered. “talk to me, sweetheart.”

“it’s a lot…” you breathed, “but… it feels good. keep going.”

steve groaned and started moving, slow and deep thrusts. his mouth stayed on yours, kissing your upper lip, sucking on it gently while he fucked you.

“that’s my good girl,” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough and low. “taking my cock so well… your first time and you’re already squeezing me so fucking tight.”

he started moving slowly, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in deep. every thrust was careful but firm, his hips rolling against yours. 

his nose kept brushing the side of your eye as he kissed you, focusing on your upper lip, sucking and licking it between thrusts.

“steve…” you whimpered, a little too loud.

he quickly covered your mouth with his, kissing you deeply to muffle the sound as he picked up the pace.

“shhh, princess,” he breathed between kisses. “you have to be quiet for me. can’t let them hear how good i’m fucking you.”

he thrust deeper, grinding against you with every stroke. the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filled the room. 

steve groaned quietly into your mouth, clearly struggling to stay quiet himself.

“you feel so fucking good,” he whispered hotly. “so warm and tight… i’ve wanted this pussy for so long, baby.”

you moaned against his hand as he covered your mouth again, his thrusts becoming a little faster, deeper. every time he bottomed out, his hips pressed firmly against your clit, sending sparks through your whole body.

“that’s it… take my cock,” he murmured, voice rough with lust. “such a good girl for me… letting me fuck you in your own bed while your mom’s downstairs.”

he kissed your upper lip again, sucking on it hard as he fucked you steadily, his nose brushing your eye with every movement. 

the closeness, the heat, the way he filled you so completely — it was almost too much.

your moans grew louder despite trying to stay quiet. steve kept kissing you, swallowing every sound, his hand occasionally covering your mouth when you got too loud.

“cum for me, baby,” he whispered, voice breaking. “i want to feel you cum around my cock.”

you came hard, back arching, thighs shaking as your pussy clenched tightly around him. you cried out into his mouth, the sound muffled by his deep kiss.

steve groaned loudly, hips stuttering as he followed right after you, burying himself as deep as possible and filling you with warm, thick pulses.

for a few seconds he stayed there, breathing heavily against your neck. then he slowly pulled out and sat up, running a hand through his messy hair.

he looked at you for a moment, eyes still dark, before he started pulling his jeans back up.

“shit… i gotta go,” he whispered, voice low. “your mom and her friends are still downstairs. if i stay any longer they’re gonna wonder what the hell is taking so long.’’

you watched him, a little dazed.

steve ran a hand through his hair and finally glanced at you.

“you good?” he asked, but it sounded more like a quick check than real concern. “i’ll see you tomorrow or something.”

he leaned down and gave you a quick, almost casual kiss on the forehead — nothing like the intense kisses from minutes ago.

“don’t overthink it, alright?” he said as he moved toward the window. “it was good.”

and just like that, he climbed out the window and disappeared into the night, leaving you alone on your bed, half-naked, sore, and suddenly feeling very small.

four years. that's how much time passed since the night marcus –your now ex– broke up with you.

the breakup with him didn’t happen because you were unavailable. it happened because he was a lying cheating piece of shit.

and the memory still lingered like a bruise that refused to fade completely.

you found out a random tuesday evening. a mutual friend posted a story on instagram: nothing dramatic, just a casual photo for a party the previous weekend. in the background, clear as day, you saw him with his tongue down another girl’s throat.

the same weekend he told you he was ‘’too tired to hang out’’ and needed ‘’space.’’

you confronted him the next night when you two went out to have dinner. you played your role perfectly; laughing at his jokes and leaning at the right moments.

you were good at faking. you always had been.

you wanted to talk about that, and when you did, he didn’t even try to lie.

‘’yeah. i slept with her. so what? you’re never really present anyway. you’re always halfway out the door emotionally.’’

you tried not to cry. not in public. not in such a luxurious restaurant. you were about to speak, but he interrupted you.

‘’maybe if you actually talked to me instead of acting like some mysterious untouchable girl… i wouldn’t have needed to find pleasure in someone else.’’

his words were cruel, but the betrayal burned deeper than the insult.

you had let him in more than most. you shared pieces of yourself you usually kept hidden. and he rewarded that vulnerability by cheating you and then blaming you for it. 

that night you drove home in silence, your hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight your knuckles turned white. you didn’t cry until you took a shower. 

the hot water was burning your skin as reality settled in: trusting someone backfired spectacularly.

after marcus, something inside you shifted.

you stopped believing that real intimacy could be safe. 

every man who showed interest felt like a potential traitor. every sweet word sounded like manipulation waiting to happen. every touch made you wonder what that guy was hiding behind that smile.

you still went on dates. you still flirted effortlessly and still let men take you home and fuck you. but you never truly let them close.

the second things started feeling real –the second a conversation turned vulnerable, when sometime tried to stay the night and hold you, or even when a touch became too tender– you disconnected. you left your own body and watched everything from above.

years passed like this.

a string of shallow relationships that never lasted more than a few weeks. you became an expert at keeping people a comfortable distance while making them believe they were close. 

but you never stayed. not emotionally at least.

your best friend watched this cycle repeat itself with growing worry and frustration. she was there the night you found out about him cheating. she held you while you cried angry tears. and she was tired of seeing her best friend never letting anyone in.

one afternoon, after you mentioned yet another guy who slowly ghosted you after a few dates, she sat you down on her couch with two glasses of wine and a look that said she wasn’t going to let you dodge the conversation this time.

‘’i love you more than anything in this world,’’ she started quietly. ‘’but i can’t keep watching you destroy any chance of real connection because of what he did to you four years ago. you deserve to feel something.’’

you tried to brush it off with some humor, but she wasn't having it.

‘’you need therapy,’’ she said. ‘’you’re so scared and that fear is costing you years of your life. just go to one session. if you hate it, i’ll never bring it up.’’

‘’i don’t need therapy,’’

‘’yes, you do. you think you’re fine because you can still flirt and get guys, but you’re not fine. you’re lonely when you’re with someone.’’

you let out a bitter laugh.

‘’i’m not scared. i’m smart. after what marcus did, why the hell would i let someone in again? so they cheat on me and then blame me for having trust issues? no, thanks.’’

‘’not every man is marcus. but you’ll never know that if you keep pushing everyone away before they even have a chance. you deserve to feel safe with someone. you deserve to be loved and not just desired.’’

you looked away.

‘’i’m handling it.’’ you repeated stubbornly.

‘’you’re not handling it,’’ your friend said softly. ‘’you’re surviving. there’s a difference.’’

she slid a small business card across the table toward you.

hawkins behavioral health.

you didn’t book the appointment right away.

for nearly three weeks, the small business card your best friend gave you sat in your kitchen like a quiet accusation. every time you went to drink water, you saw it. every night you came exhausted from work, it was still there.

at first, you ignored it completely.

you told yourself you didn’t need therapy. but the words felt thinner every time you repeated them.

you started researching the place anyway – mostly out of boredom, you convinced yourself. hawkins behavioral health had a clean website and good reviews. 

but one name kept appearing with particularly strong feedback: dr. steve harrington.

you read review after review.

‘’he actually sees you. doesn’t just nod and write things down.’’

‘’first therapist who called me out on my bullshit in the kindest way possible.’’

‘’made me feel safe enough to be honest.’’

you closed the browser more than once, annoyed at yourself for even considering it.

then came the date with tyler. a guy you met.

it was supposed to be casual, just drinks at a nice bar. he was charming, successful, and funny. 

on paper, he was perfect. in reality, he spent most of the night talking about himself.

when you finally opened up a little, he didn’t seem to care. but there was a specific comment that hurt.

‘’guys don’t want to deal with a bunch of emotional baggage, you know?’’

the comment stung more than it should have.

later that night, when he kissed you outside the bar and invited you back to his place, you went. but the entire time you felt hollow. you two didn’t even kiss there, just talked at night and he let you stay to sleep.

the next morning you drove home in silence. when you walked into the apartment, the little business card was still on the counter. you picked it up, turned it over in your hands for a long time, and finally sighed.

‘’fuck it,’’ you whispered.

you called hawkins behavior health that same afternoon and booked an appointment for the following thursday.

the day of your first session arrived faster than you expected. 

you spent the entire morning convincing yourself you could still cancel. you changed outfits three times and almost turned the car around twice on the way there.

but somehow, you ended up walking through the front doors of the building.

the reception area was warm and comforting, with soft lightning and exposed brick walls. behind the desk stood a woman with short brown hair and energetic presence. 

her name tag read: robin buckley – office coordinator.

she looked up and gave you a bright welcoming smile.

‘’hi! you must be the 4:30. first time with us?’’ you nodded, gripping the strap of your bag a little too tightly.

robin’s smile softened, sensing your nerves.

‘’totally normal to feel anxious. everyone is on their first visit.’’ she typed something on her computer. ‘’you’re here to see dr. harrington, right?’’

‘’yes.’’

‘’he’s really good,’’ she said kindly. ‘’a little young for a psychologist, but perceptive. something annoyingly so, but don’t tell him i told you that.’’ she gave you a playful wink. ‘’just be honest with him. he can candle the truth.’’

she printed some forms and handed them to you.

‘’fill these out and i’ll let him know you’re him. deep breath. you’ve got this.’’

ten minutes later, robin returned and led you down a quiet hallway lined with plants. 

she stopped in front of a wooden door and gave you one last encouraging smile.

‘’dr. harrington? your 4:30 is here.’’

you took a deep breath and stepped inside.

the office was nothing like you had imagined. it didn’t feel clinical or cold. warm afternoon light poured through tall windows, bathing the room in a soft golden hue. 

one wall was lined with tall bookshelves filled with psychology texts, novels, and a few personal items – like a small framed picture of a group of friends, and what looked like a tiny hawkins high keychain hanging from a shelf.

two comfortable deep armchairs faxed each other with a low wooden table between them. a box of tissues on the table and a long couch that looked untouched.

and he was rising from one of the armchairs. steve harrington.

he was younger than you expected even if robin told you before. 

much younger. early twenties, if that. 

he looked tall even if he was sitting, with messy brow hair that looked like he’d run his hand through it several times that day.

and he had warm hazel eyes. big hazel eyes you weren’t able to ignore.

he also wore a brown jacket over a button-up shirt. 

steve looked more like a handsome graduate student than a licensed psychologist.

‘’hi,’’ he said with low warm voice. ‘’i’m steve harrington. you can call me steve if that makes you feel more comfortable. come in, please.”

he gestured toward the empty armchair across from him.

‘’sit however you’d like. there are no rules in this room.’’

you gave him a small smile and sat down, crossing your legs neatly and folding your hands in your lap. you studied him from a moment: the way he moved, the way he looked at you. 

he was annoying attractive. too attractive to be doing this job.

steve sat down across from you, leaning forward slightly with his hands clasped loosely between his knees. he didn’t speak right away. he just looked at you –not staring, but truly paying attention– and it made your skin prickle.

‘’so,’’ he said gently after a few seconds, offering a small smile. ‘’what brings you here today?’’

you let out a soft breath and gave him a smile.

‘’well…. apparently i’m very good at making men want me, but terrible at actually letting them stay.’’ you titled your head a little, letting your gaze linger on his face for a second. ‘’my last boyfriend said i’m emotionally unavailable. among other things.’’

you finished with a light laugh, hoping it would steer the conversation into safer waters.

steve didn’t laugh with you.

he simply watched you with a calm and thoughtful expression. 

after a moment, he talked.

“you started with a joke,” he noted gently. “and a compliment hidden inside it. you smiled while talking about something painful. that’s interesting.”

you raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your expression light.

“are you always this direct?”

“well… i’m noticing some things. you are trying to deflect,” he replied but not unkindly. “you’re very good at it. you use charm and humor to keep things from getting serious.”

you felt a flicker of irritation mixed with uncomfortably and nervousness.

“you’re very observant for someone so young,” you said, your tone was still light but with a subtle edge. “does that usually work for you? reading people before they even say anything?”

steve’s mouth twitched into the faintest hint of a smile.

but his eyes remained steady.

“you’re doing it again,” he said softly. “shifting the focus onto me and testing my reactions.” he paused, then added. “it’s okay. we don’t have to rush. this is your space.”

you sat back slightly, studying him.

he was good. too good.

and the fact that he was young somehow made it worse. 

he shouldn’t be this perceptive.

he shouldn’t be able to see through you this easily.

steve waited patiently, giving you time. his presence was calm, steady, and strangely grounding.

those hazel eyes never left yours, but they weren’t intimidating either.

they were patient. kind. like he really had nowhere else he’d rather be.

“so,” he said again. “when you say you’re “terrible at letting people stay”… what does that feel like for you?”

you opened your mouth, ready to give another polished half-joking answer.

but for the first time in a long time, the words got stuck in your throat.

steve didn’t push. he simply waited, watching you with that calm gaze. 

the silent stretched between you, not awkward, but heavy. for once, you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t have a clever line prepared. you didn’t have a flirty deflection ready.

after a long moment, you let out a slow breath and looked down at your hands.

‘’i don’t know how to… stay,’’ you admitted quietly. ‘’when things get real. when someone starts looking too closely. i just… leave. not physically. but emotionally. i go somewhere else in my head. i smile. i say the right things. but i’m not really there.’’

steve nodded slowly, his expression soft but attentive.

‘’that sounds lonely,’’ he said gently. ‘’being with someone but no really being with them.’’

you swallowed hard.

‘’it is,’’ you whispered. ‘’but it’s safer.

steve leaned forward sightly, resting his elbows on his knees.

‘’can you tell me more about that? when did you start feeling the need to protect yourself from the others like this?’’

you hesitated. the memories of your ex came rushing back – his cruel words, the way he blamed you for his own cheating, the humiliation of realizing you tried to be vulnerable with someone who never deserved it.

‘’four years ago,’’ you said, voice quieter now. ‘’i was with someone. i thought i was letting him in. i was trying and he cheated on me. then told me it was my fault and after that… it just felt easier to never let anyone close enough to hurt me again.’’

steve listened without interrupting. you liked that. and his eyes never left your face.

when you finished, he spoke carefully.

‘’so you learned that being vulnerable leads to pain. and now, even when you want connection, your mind and body protect you by disconnecting.’’

you looked up at him, surprised by how gently he said it.

‘’you’re very young to be this good at this,’’ you said, trying to regain some control with a teasing smile.

steve’s lip curved into a faint smile.

‘’and you’re deflecting again,’’ he replied softly, but there was no judgment in his tone. ‘’it’s okay. we’ll work on that. one step at a time.’’

he paused and then asked gently.

‘’when you’re with someone now… physically… what does that disconnection feel like in your body?’’

you shifted in your seat, feeling exposed under his attentive gaze. you hadn't expected him to go there so directly, yet so kindly.

‘’it feels like… im floating,’’ you admitted. ‘’like i can do everything right but i’m not really feeling anything. it’s like automatic.’’

steve nodded slowly, processing your words.

‘’and does that bother you?’’ he asked. ‘’or has it become normal?’’

you stayed silent for a long moment.

‘’.. it bothers me,’’ you finally whispered. ‘’but i don’t know how to stop doing it.’’

he gave you a small nod.

‘’that’s why you’re here,’’ he said gently. ‘’we’re going to figure that out together. no pressure. just honestly, at whatever pace you need.’’

for the rest of the session, steve listened carefully as you spoke. he didn’t interrupt. he didn’t judge. 

he simply asked thoughtful questions and noticed things you hadn’t even realized about yourself; the way you joked when things got heavy, the way you crossed your arms when you felt vulnerable…

by the time the session ended, you felt strangely drained. but also lighter.

steve stood up when the hour was over and gave you a warm smile.

‘’you did really well today,’’ he said. ‘’i know it wasn’t easy. same time next week?’’

you nodded, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and relief. 

as you left his office, you couldn’t stop thinking about how easily he had seen through every wall you tried to put up.

then the days after your first session passed in a strange haze.

you went back to your routine: work, nights with your best friend… but something felt different. lighter, maybe. or perhaps just more aware.

you tried dating again. not because you suddenly believed in love, but because you wanted to prove to yourself (and maybe to steve), that you could try.

his name was daniel. he was kind, funny and worked as a graphic designer. 

he didn’t try too hard. 

on your first date, you talked for almost three hours about music and movies. on the second, he kissed you goodnight outside your car. 

you wanted this to work. 

you returned for the second session. you spent the entire week thinking about steve’s words.

the way he looked at you. the way he actually listened. it was unsettling how much space he was taking up in your mind.

when you walked into his office and steve was already waiting, sitting in his usual chair. he wore a blue polo shirt that made his hazel eyes stand out even more. 

the moment you entered, he gave you a warm smile that made your stomach tighten.

‘’hi,’’ he said. ‘’it’s good to see you again. come in, make yourself comfortable.’’

you sat down in the armchair across from him, crossing your legs and folding your hands in your lap. for a few seconds, you didn’t know where to begin. 

steve waited patiently, as always – never rushing you, never filling the silence.

‘’i’ve been thinking about what we talked about last time,’’ you started quietly. ‘’and… i went out with this guy named daniel. a few times, actually.’’

steve nodded slowly, giving you his full attention.

‘’tell me about that,’’

you took a deep breath.

‘’he’s really kind. patient. he doesn’t pressure me. we talked for hours and he actually listens.’’ you paused, then added more softly. ‘’i wanted it to be different this time. i want to try going somewhere serious with him. not just casual.’’

steve listened, his eyes steady on you. when you finished, he spoke carefully.

‘’that’s a significant step – choosing to try something real with someone after being hurt. how did it feel for you?’’ you looked down at your hands.

‘’at the beginning it was okay. i felt present. but then i slipped away again.’’ you let out a small breath. ‘’i hate that i keep doing that.’’

steve was quiet for a moment, processing your words with care.

‘’what you’re describing is a very common trauma response,’’ he said gently. ‘’after being betrayed by someone you tried to trust, your nervous system learned that vulnerability equals danger. so when intimacy starts to feel real, your mind protects you by dissociating.’’

you looked up at him, surprised by how good he explained it. steve continued.

‘’the fact that you’re aware of it happening is already a progress. most people don’t even notice when they disconnect.’’

his words wrapped around you like a blanket. you felt your cheeks grow warm and you bit your lip. 

‘’thank you,’’ you whispered. steve’s expression softened further.

he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.

‘’would you like to practice some grounding exercises? things you can use when you feel yourself starting to flow away?’’

you nodded. and for the next thirty minutes, steve guided you through several exercises with patience and care. his voice was incredibly calm and silky as he spoke.

he watched you practice, his eyes never leaving you.

‘’good,’’ he said when you did it correctly. ‘’that’s really good. you’re picking this up quickly.’’

every time he praised you, even subtly, you felt warmth spread through your chest. you found yourself feeling timid under his attention.

steve remembered details from your previous session and wove them in naturally.

‘’you mentioned last time that you tend to perform because you want others to feel good,’’ he looked at you. ‘’we can work on finding balance.’’

you felt exposed but safe. the way steve spoke made you feel truly seen.

when the session was nearing its end, steve looked at you.

‘’you did really well today,’’ he said softly. ‘’you were honest about something difficult. you let yourself be vulnerable.’’

his praise hit you deeply. you felt your face flush.

you left his office with warm cheeks and the confusing realization that your therapist’s gentle praise was starting to affect you far more than any touch from daniel ever had.

after that, you continued seeing daniel. the relationship –if it could even be called that yet– developed slowly and sweetly. he was consistent in a way that was almost foreign to you. 

but every time the moment leaned toward something more intimate, you gently stopped him.

daniel was always understanding. he’d kiss your forehead and never made you feel guilty. and yet, every time you left his apartment, you felt a quiet frustration with yourself.

you wanted him fully. you wanted to be normal. but something inside you still head back.

in the other way, your therapy sessions with steve became the anchor of your week. you found yourself in that office. steve seemed to look better each time you saw him. 

sometimes it was the way his hair fell across his forehead. 

sometimes it was the soft sweaters that hugged his biceps and shoulders. 

sometimes it was simply the way he looked at you.

the flirting on your part was subtle, almost unconscious. quiet and soft words while tucking your hair behind your ear. 

steve never crossed any lines. 

he remained perfectly professional. but his gaze would linger a second longer than necessary, and his voice would drop into that low silky tone when he praised you.

you told yourself it was nothing. he was just doing his job.

one afternoon, after a particularly long session, you met your best friend for a coffee. the moment you sat down, she studied your face with a knowing look.

‘’so… how are things going with daniel?’’ she asked, cutting into her avocado toast.

you smiled, a small genuine one.

‘’they’re good, actually. he’s really sweet. we’ve been seeing each other a couple times a week. we haven’t slept together yet… but i feel like i might be getting closer to wanting that.’’

her eyes lit up.

‘’that’s great! i’m really happy for you. he sounds like a good guy.’’ you nodded, stirring your coffee.

there was a comfortable pause. then she took a sip of her drink and asked casually:

‘’and how’s therapy going? you haven’t told me much about it lately.’’

you hesitated for a second, then shrugged lightly.

‘’it’s… going well, i think. my therapist is really good. he’s patient, he actually listens, and he explains things in a way that doesn’t make me feel like i’m broken. we’ve working on grounding exercises so i can stay more present, especially with daniel.’’

she raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

‘’tell me more about him. what’s he like?’’

you looked down at your cup, feeling a little shy.

‘’he’s… younger than i expected. really perceptive. he remember everything i tell him. he just helps me understand why i do it.’’

she stayed quiet for a moment. then she leaned forward with a mischievous grin.

‘’okay… i have to confess something. after you told me you started therapy, i got curious and looked him up on google.’’

you blinked. ‘’you what?’’

‘’i googled him,’’ she said, laughing. ‘’dr. steve harrington. i found his profile on the practice’s website and some pictures. girl… he’s ridiculously hot. like, stupidly attractive. i mean… i get why tour sessions feel intense.’’

you felt your face heat up instantly. you looked down at your latte.

‘’he’s just my therapist,’’ you said quickly, trying to sound casual. ‘’he’s professional. really good at his job. that’s all.’’

‘’sure. that’s why you are blushing right now.’’

after that comment, you may have started seeing steve a little bit differently. 

maybe more handsome. 

maybe with more interest.

you tried to think it was just nonsense, that your best friend’s talk was inside your brain.

while waiting in the reception area for your session, you made the mistake of checking the practice's recent google reviews on your phone.

several new ones appeared. from women in their twenties.

one in particular caught your eye:

‘’dr. Harrington is incredible. i’ve never felt so understood in my life. he’s helped me so much with my intimacy issues. 10/10, would recommend to anyone.”

there were several more like that – all women praising how attentive and emotionally available steve was.

your stomach twisted with an ugly feeling you didn’t want to name.

jealousy.

then, as you were sitting in the waiting room, the door to steve’s office opened.

a pretty brunette woman stepped out, smiling brightly. steve followed her to the door, speaking to her in that same gentle, warm tone he used with you.

“see you next week. you did great today.”

she left, laughing at something he said. you felt a sharp pang in your chest.

when Steve turned and saw you waiting, his expression softened immediately.

“hey,” he said warmly. “ready?” 

you forced a small smile and followed him into the office, trying to ignore the uncomfortable knot of jealousy twisting inside you.

you sat down in your usual armchair. steve settled across from you, leaning forward sightly with his elbows on his knees.

‘’how has your week been?’’ he asked softly. 

you hesitated for a moment and opened your mouth to give a vague answer, but steve continued you could speak, his tone calm.

‘’you mentioned last session that you’ve been seeing someone. daniel, right? how are things going with him?’’

the question caught you slightly off guard. he had remembered the name. 

of course he had.

you shifted in your seat, suddenly feeling exposed.

“they’re… going well,” you said carefully. “he’s really kind. patient. we’ve been spending more time together. we talk a lot, we kiss… but we haven’t slept together yet.”

steve listened with complete focus, his eyes never leaving your face. he nodded slowly, processing your words.

“and how do you feel about that?” he asked with a soft voice. “about holding back with him?”

you let out a slow breath.

“i feel guilty sometimes,” you admitted. “he’s a good guy. he deserves someone who can give him everything. but i’m scared. every time things get more physical, i feel myself starting to disconnect again. i don’t want to perform with him… but i don’t know how to stop doing it.”

steve was quiet for a few seconds. His expression remained calm and professional, but you noticed the subtle tension in his jaw and the way his fingers tightened slightly around his pen.

“it makes sense that you’re scared,” he said gently. “after being betrayed by someone you tried to trust, your mind and body learned that intimacy equals danger.”

he paused, then added in that low silky tone he had.

“but I also notice that when you talk about daniel, you describe him as ‘nice’ and ‘kind.’ you don’t talk about desire. about wanting him. does that feel significant to you?”

his question felt more direct than usual. you felt your cheeks warm under his steady gaze.

“i… i don’t know,” you whispered. “maybe I’m still not ready. or maybe i’m comparing how i feel with him to… other things.”

steve’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary. he didn’t push further on that comment, but the air in the room felt heavier.

you felt your face flush. you looked down at your lap, unable to meet his eyes. 

a shy, nervous smile formed on your lips as you played with the hem of your sweater and your fingers trembled slightly.

you left his office with the confusing realization that steve’s gentle praise affected you.

and no matter how many times you told yourself he was just being a good therapist. 

the feeling was getting harder to ignore.

another day that daniel texted you asking if you wanted to do something casual. you said yes before you could overthink it.

the night arrived. he was the same as always: easy to talk to, interested in what you said, and never pushy. he brought you flowers –white daisies– and remembered your drink.

when dinner was over, you ended up on his couch. the kissing started slow and sweet. his hands were careful as they slid under your sweater, caressing your back. 

for a while, you stayed present. you felt the warmth of his body, the softness of his lips, the way he whispered how beautiful you were. it felt nice.

but the moment his hand moved lower, slipping under the waistband of your jeans, something inside you tightened.

you pulled back gently, placing a hand on his chest.

‘’daniel… wait,’’ you whispered. he stopped immediately, looking at you with concern.

‘’is everything okay?’’ he asked softly.

you sat up a little, pulling your sweater back down. 

your heart was racing, but not from desire – from anxiety.

‘’i’m sorry,’’ you said quietly. ‘’i thought i was ready, but… i’m not. not tonight.’’

daniel nodded without hesitation. he sat back and gave you a kind, understanding smile.

“that’s completely fine,” he said. “we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. i’m really happy just spending time with you.”

you felt a wave of relief mixed with guilt. 

yet you still couldn’t give him what he probably wanted.

you stayed for a little while longer, talking on the couch, but the atmosphere shifted. 

when you left his apartment that night, you hugged him goodbye and told him you’d text him soon. the drive home was quiet. you felt disappointed in yourself.

by the time you got home, took a shower, and lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the frustration had built up to a breaking point.

now it has been months. months of this same cycle. flirting, dating, getting close, but then freezing or performing the moment things became truly intimate. 

you were tired of it. exhausted.

you arrived at your session feeling a mix of determination and deep embarrassment.

steve was already seated when you walked in. he wore a sweater that made his shoulders look broader. when he saw you, his hazel eyes softened with that familiar warm attention.

“hi,” he said gently. “come in. make yourself comfortable.”

you sat down. steve noticed your body language immediately.

“you seem a little nervous today,” he observed softly. “would you like to tell me what’s on your mind?”

you took a deep breath and decided to be honest.

“i’ve been thinking about what we talked about last time,” you said quietly. “about why i disconnect during sex. i… i want to understand it better. so i can try to fix it with daniel.”

steve nodded slowly, his gaze steady and kind.

“i’m glad you want to explore this,” he said. “to help you, i’m going to ask some personal questions about your sexual experiences. you don’t have to answer anything that makes you uncomfortable. but the more honest you can be, the better i can understand what’s happening and help you work through it. is that okay with you?”

you swallowed hard and nodded. steve kept his voice low and professional.

“when you’re with daniel, or with previous partners… do you feel any physical pleasure at all? or does it become purely mechanical after a certain point?”

your cheeks started burning.

“sometimes… at the beginning,” you whispered. “i feel warmth. tingling. but then it fades. i start focusing on what i should be doing instead of what i’m feeling.”

steve nodded, completely focused on you.

“do you touch yourself when you’re alone?” he asked calmly. “masturbate?”

your face went hot. you looked down at your lap, fingers twisting nervously in your sweater.

“…yes,” you admitted.

“how does that feel compared to sex with someone else?” he asked gently. “do you stay present when you’re touching yourself?”

you bit your lip, feeling incredibly exposed.

“mostly yes,” you whispered. “it’s easier when i’m alone. i can control everything. i don’t have to worry about what the other person is thinking.”

steve’s voice remained soothing.

“that’s very common,” he said. “when you’re alone, there’s no fear of judgment or betrayal. your body feels safe enough to stay present. but when someone else is involved, that safety disappears and your mind protects you by dissociating.”

he paused, then continued.

“when you masturbate… what do you usually think about? do you stay focused on the sensations in your body, or does your mind wander to fantasies?”

your face was burning now. you couldn’t look at him.

“i… try to focus on the sensations,” you mumbled. “but sometimes i fantasize. about… being wanted. being seen. not just fucked.”

steve was quiet for a moment, giving you space. the silence felt heavy but not uncomfortable. 

when he finally spoke, his voice was even softer, almost careful.

“thank you for being honest about that,” he said. “that’s really helpful information.”

he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.

“as an exercise for this week, i’d like you to try something at home. when you masturbate, i want you to focus completely on the physical sensations. you don’t have to do it every day, just when you feel comfortable.”

your heart was beating fast. the idea of doing that and then telling him about it made your stomach twist with nerves.

“and… you want me to tell you how it went?” you asked, voice small.

steve nodded calmly. 

“only if you feel comfortable sharing. this is your space. but yes, talking about it next session could help us understand what makes it easier or harder for you to stay present.”

you swallowed hard, cheeks still burning.

“okay,” you whispered. “i’ll try.”

the drive home was quiet. your hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly the whole way. 

steve’s voice kept echoing in your head. 

the way he looked at you when you spoke. the subtle way his fingers tapped against his knee.

by the time you stepped into your apartment, you kicked off your shoes and sat on the edge of your bed, replaying steve’s words from the session.

you lay back on your bed, still wearing your clothes from the day. you slid your hand inside your now pajama pants and started slowly rubbing yourself over your panties. 

you tried to focus on the sensation, on your own body like steve suggested. but after a few minutes your mind began to wander.

you kept thinking about him.

about the calm way he looked at you when he spoke.

about how low and steady his voice got when he explained things. 

about the way his hands rested on his thighs during sessions. 

you imagined those same hands on you and immediately felt a rush of heat between your legs.

you slipped your fingers under your panties and touched yourself directly, circling your clit slowly. soft sounds left your lips as you got wetter. 

every time you tried to push the thoughts away, they came back stronger. 

you pictured steve’s face, his kind eyes, the slight scruff on his jaw, the way he said your name.

guilt twisted in your chest even as pleasure built between your legs.this is wrong, you thought. 

he was your therapist. he was trying to help you and you were here touching yourself while thinking about him.

still, you didn’t stop. your fingers moved faster, sliding inside yourself while your other hand gripped the sheets. 

your breathing grew heavier. you whispered his name once, very quietly, like a secret you couldn’t keep inside.

when you finally came it was sharp and intense; your thighs shaking, a soft broken sound leaving your throat.

you felt dirty. wrong. like you had crossed a line you could never uncross. 

steve trusted you. 

he was patient and professional and genuinely trying to help you heal, and here you were fantasizing about him.

“what the hell is wrong with me…” you whispered into the quiet room.

the next few days were hell.

you tried to pretend it never happened.

you told yourself it was a one-time mistake. that it wouldn’t happen again.

but when thursday afternoon came and you walked into steve’s office, your hands were already shaking.

steve was sitting in his usual chair, wearing a soft beige sweater, looking calm and professional like always. 

he smiled gently when you entered.

“hey,” he said warmly. “how have you been since last session?” 

you sat down on the couch across from him, legs pressed tightly together.

“fine,” you mumbled.

he studied you for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees.

“did you try the homework i gave you?” he asked, voice gentle but direct. “touching yourself without pressure?”

you stayed silent, staring at the floor. your throat felt tight. steve waited patiently.

“you don’t have to share details if you don’t want to,” he continued softly, “but it would help if you could tell me whether you did it or not… and if you did, what came up for you. what you were thinking about.”

you still didn’t answer. your fingers twisted in your lap.

steve tilted his head.

“it’s okay,” he said. “you can sit over here if it feels easier to talk.” he gestured to the smaller couch closer to his chair, only a couple feet away. “sometimes being a little closer helps.”

you didn’t move.

after a few seconds of silence, steve slowly reached out and placed his hand gently on your knee, warm and steady, trying to get your attention.

“hey,” he said quietly, voice low. “talk to me. what’s going on in that head of yours?”

your heart hammered in your chest. his hand on your leg made everything worse. you felt tears burning in your eyes.you finally whispered, barely audible:

“…i did it.”

steve nodded slowly, thumb brushing lightly against your knee in a comforting motion.

“good. that’s okay. and when you were doing it… what were you thinking about?”

you stayed quiet for a long moment, shame burning through your whole body. then, in a tiny, broken voice, you admitted:

“…you.”

the word hung heavy in the air between you.steve froze. his hand stilled on your knee. 

for the first time since you’d known him, he looked genuinely caught off guard.

steve didn’t move. the air between you grew thick. 

he stayed quiet for a few seconds, processing your words, then spoke carefully.

“you need to try thinking about something like that when you’re with daniel. that kind of arousal… that’s what we’re trying to build with him.”

you finally looked up at him with glassy and frustrated eyes.

“how am i supposed to feel that way with daniel?” your voice cracked. “how do i differentiate it? how do i know what i really want with him?”

steve stared at you. his breathing changed.

the professional mask cracked right in front of you. 

for a moment he looked conflicted, struggling hard with himself.

then he leaned in slowly, cupped your face with one hand, and kissed you.

the kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, but full of months of hidden tension. his lips were warm and gentle against yours. your heart slammed in your chest.

he pulled back after a few seconds with his breathing ragged.

“fuck… i’m sorry,” he whispered. “that was completely unprofessional. i shouldn’t have done that. we can’t—”

you didn’t let him finish.

you grabbed the front of his sweater and pulled him back into the kiss, harder this time. 

steve froze for half a second before he gave in completely, kissing you back with a quiet groan. his hand slid to the back of your neck as the kiss deepened, growing more desperate.

both of you knew how wrong this was.

but in that moment, neither of you cared.

“this is so wrong…” he said. “i could lose my license. i could get fired. we shouldn’t be doing this.”

you looked into his eyes, desperate.

“i need you, steve,” you whispered back, voice breaking. “i don’t want anyone else. i only think about you.”

he let out a shaky breath, clearly fighting with himself. 

then pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, your jeans rubbing against his thighs. his hands immediately gripped your hips.

“fuck… you’re going to ruin me,” he murmured before kissing you again, deeper this time.

his mouth moved to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin as his hands worked between you. 

“ride my thigh, baby,” he whispered hotly against your neck. “just like this. with your clothes on. use me to feel good.”

you moaned softly and started rocking your hips, grinding your clothed pussy against his thick, muscular thigh. 

the rough fabric of your jeans created a delicious friction against your clit with every roll of your hips.

steve’s hands stayed on your hips, guiding you, pulling you harder against his leg.

“that’s it,” he breathed, sucking on the sensitive spot below your ear. “grind on me. use my thigh to get yourself off.”

you moved faster, rolling your hips in desperate circles, the seam of your jeans pressing perfectly against your clit. 

you could feel how wet you were getting, the fabric growing damp as you humped his leg.

“steve…” you whimpered, burying your face in his neck.

“good girl,” he praised softly, kissing down your neck while helping you grind harder. “look at you… riding my thigh fully dressed like you can’t wait any longer.”

his hands squeezed your ass, pulling you down firmer against him with every roll. the pressure was intense, the friction making your legs shake.

“does that feel good, princess?” he murmured, voice low and rough. “humping my leg like a needy girl?”

“yes… fuck, yes,” you moaned quietly, moving faster, chasing the building pleasure.

steve kept kissing and biting your neck gently while you rode his thigh desperately, the wet patch on your jeans growing bigger with every grind.

then he didn’t even wait for you to cum and unbuttoned your jeans and tugged the zipper down. his long fingers slipped inside your jeans and under your panties, finding you soaked.

you gasped as two thick fingers touched you.

“so wet already,” he breathed against your neck, kissing and biting softly while his fingers played with your pussy. “you really do need this, don’t you?”

you moaned quietly, rocking your hips against his hand as he fingered you deeper. 

his thumb found your clit and rubbed firm, steady circles while his mouth continued its assault on your neck.

“steve…” you whimpered, gripping his shoulders. “with you… i feel good.”

he lifted his head from your neck, eyes dark but full of concern. his fingers kept moving inside you, slower now.

“tell me,” he murmured against your skin, voice low and careful.“i don’t feel blocked,” you breathed, grinding down onto his fingers. “i’m not anxious… i’m not overthinking. i’m just… enjoying it. i feel safe with you.”

steve let out a shaky breath, clearly worried.

he stopped moving his fingers for a moment and looked straight into your eyes, his free hand gently cupping your cheek.

“are you sure?” he asked softly, thumb brushing your cheek. “i need you to be honest with me. if anything feels wrong or too much, you tell me immediately, okay? your comfort is the most important thing right now.”

you nodded, leaning into his touch.

“i’m sure,” you whispered. “i want this. i want you.”

steve searched your face for any sign of doubt, then kissed you again, slower this time, more tenderly. 

his fingers started moving once more, curling gently inside you while his thumb kept rubbing your clit in steady circles.

“good girl,” he whispered against your lips, voice full of care. “just relax. i’ve got you. tell me if you want it slower or deeper.” he whispered hotly against your skin, curling his fingers inside you perfectly. “just ride my fingers, baby. take what you need.”

his other hand slid under your shirt, squeezing your breast as he kept kissing and marking your neck. 

his fingers moved faster inside you, thrusting deep while his thumb pressed harder on your clit.

you were grinding desperately on his hand, moaning softly into his shoulder, completely lost in the feeling of his fingers stretching you and his mouth on your neck.

steve groaned quietly against your skin.

“you feel so fucking good… so tight around my fingers.”

you moaned quietly, rolling your hips against his hand as he fingered you with perfect rhythm. 

his mouth returned to your neck, kissing and sucking softly while he focused completely on your pleasure, always watching your reactions, always making sure you felt safe.

“you’re doing so well,” he murmured against your skin, fingers curling just right. “i just want you to feel good, baby. nothing else matters right now.”

the pleasure built quickly until it crashed over you. you came hard with a broken moan, thighs shaking, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as waves of pleasure rolled through your body. 

steve kept moving his fingers gently, helping you ride out every last pulse.

when you finally came down, breathing heavily, you reached down to palm his obvious erection through his pants.

steve immediately caught your wrist, stopping you.

“no,” he said softly but firmly, breathing hard. “not today. this is about you.”

he gently lifted you off his lap and laid you down on the couch. 

he knelt on the floor between your legs, pulled your jeans and panties down in one smooth motion, and spread your thighs wide.

steve leaned in and kissed your inner thigh, then higher, until his mouth was on your pussy. he licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, tasting you. 

you moaned loudly, your hand flying to his hair.

he licked you slowly at first, savoring you, then became more eager; sucking gently on your clit, fucking you with his tongue, then sliding two fingers back inside you while he focused his mouth on your sensitive bud.

“steve…” you whimpered, back arching. “oh my god…”

he ate you out with perfect focus, humming against you, curling his fingers deep while his tongue worked your clit in stead patterns. 

you felt completely overwhelmed in the best way.

“it’s been so long…” you moaned, voice breaking, fingers tightening in his hair. “i haven’t felt this good with anyone in so long… steve, fuck—”

he groaned against your pussy, the vibration making you shiver. 

he doubled down, sucking harder on your clit while his fingers thrust faster.

you came again with a loud cry, thighs clamping around his head as intense pleasure flooded your body. 

steve kept licking you gently through it, drawing out every wave until you were trembling and oversensitive.

he finally pulled back, lips shiny, breathing heavily. he looked up at you with dark, worried, but undeniably hungry eyes. then he slowly stood up, towering over you as you lay on the couch. 

he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at you for a long moment.

“do you really want me to fuck you?” he asked, voice low and rough. “because we’ve already broken every rule… if we do this, there’s no going back.”

you nodded, still catching your breath.

“yes,” you whispered. “i want you.” steve let out a shaky breath, clearly fighting with himself one last time.

he quickly unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, pulling out his cock. he was big — thick and long, the head already leaking. 

you stared at it, a mix of nerves and excitement flooding you.

“you have to be quiet,” he warned, voice serious. “no matter what. if someone hears us, i’m done.”

you nodded quickly. steve pulled your jeans and panties completely off, then climbed on top of you on the small couch. 

he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked pussy before slowly pushing inside.you gasped at the stretch. he was so big it almost hurt, but it felt so good. 

he covered your mouth with his large hand as he sank deeper while his eyes were locked on yours.

“shhh, baby,” he whispered, bottoming out inside you. “fuck… you’re so tight.”

he started fucking you on the couch, deep and steady thrusts, his hand still firmly over your mouth to muffle your moans. every time he buried himself completely you whimpered against his palm, eyes rolling back.

after a few minutes he pulled out, stood up and turned you around, bending you over the desk. he pushed back inside you from behind in one smooth thrust, groaning quietly.

“quiet, princess,” he reminded you, hand returning to cover your mouth as he started fucking you harder. 

the desk creaked softly with every deep thrust. steve was so big you could feel him in your stomach, stretching you perfectly.

his free hand gripped your hip tightly as he pounded into you, trying to stay as quiet as possible while giving you exactly what you needed.

“is this what you wanted?” he breathed against your ear, voice strained. “you feel so fucking good…”

you could only moan helplessly against his hand, completely lost in how full you felt and how deep he was hitting inside you.

“is this what you wanted?” he whispered, voice low and rough, lips brushing your ear. “when you were touching yourself at home… thinking about me… is this what you imagined?”

you moaned against his palm, nodding frantically.

“oh yes, steve…” you whimpered, the words muffled against his hand.he fucked you a little harder, deep and slow, making sure you felt every inch.

“you were fucking yourself thinking about my cock, weren’t you?” he breathed, voice soft but filthy. “touching that pretty pussy and wishing it was me stretching you open like this…”

you whimpered louder, pushing back against him.

“yes… yes, steve… i wanted you so bad,” you gasped against his fingers.

steve groaned quietly, pressing deeper, grinding against you.

“good girl,” he murmured, kissing the side of your neck while still covering your mouth. “you feel even better than i imagined… so fucking tight and wet for me.”

he kept a steady rhythm, rolling his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. his hand stayed firm over your mouth, muffling your moans as you trembled beneath him.

“that’s it, baby… take it,” he whispered hotly. “this is what you needed, isn’t it? my cock deep inside you while you’re bent over my desk…”

you nodded desperately, tears of pleasure in your eyes.

“yes, steve… oh god, yes…” you moaned against his hand, voice broken and needy.

steve kissed your neck again, sucking softly on your skin as he fucked you deeper, slower, making sure you felt every single inch.

“you’re doing so good for me,” he praised gently, voice full of lust and care at the same time. “such a good girl… letting me fuck you like this…”

“that’s it, baby,” he whispered against your ear, voice low and rough. “cum for me. let go.”

your orgasm hit you hard. your whole body tensed, thighs shaking as you came around his cock with a muffled cry against his palm. 

your pussy clenched tightly around him, pulsing again and again.

steve groaned quietly, burying himself deep as he followed right after you. his hips stuttered and he came hard inside you, filling you with warm pulses while pressing his face into your neck to stay quiet.

for a few seconds you both stayed like that, breathing heavily. 

then reality seemed to hit him. steve pulled out slowly and grabbed the box of tissues from his desk. he cleaned you gently first, wiping between your legs with care, then cleaned himself.

you both dressed quickly in silence. he helped you button your jeans. once you were both fully dressed, steve sat on the edge of the desk and pulled you to stand between his legs.

he looked at you softly.

“how do you feel?” he asked quietly, genuine concern in his eyes. “be honest with me.”

you took a deep breath, still a little shaky.

“i didn’t feel blocked,” you whispered. “i didn’t overthink everything like i usually do. i just… felt good. really good. safe.”

steve’s expression softened. a small, relieved smile appeared on his lips.

“that’s really good,” he murmured, sounding genuinely happy. “i’m glad you felt that way. that’s important.”

“and… is this what all your patients get?” you asked softly, half-joking but clearly a little nervous.

steve’s eyes widened. he let out a surprised little laugh and shook his head immediately.

“ohhh no, no, no,” he said quickly, almost embarrassed. “you’ve been the exception. completely. i usually stay very professional… i’ve never crossed this line before. not even close.”

he cupped your face with both hands, looking straight into your eyes, sincere.

“this has never happened with anyone else. you’re the only one.”

you bit your lip, feeling a strange mix of relief and warmth in your chest.

steve leaned in and kissed your forehead gently, then rested his forehead against yours.

“this is new for me too,” he whispered. “and probably really stupid… but i couldn’t stop myself with you.”

keys sat over his desk on the floor of soonami studios. the blue glow of his multiple monitors reflected off his glasses and the office hummed with the usual boring energy; keyboards clacking, whispers and some laughs from the break room. but keys barely noticed any of it. 

his eyes were glued to the same block of code he’d been debugging for the last hour while his leg bounced anxiously under the desk.

he was tired. not just physically –though the dark circles under his eyes told that story clearly– but existentially tired.

keys had been working at soonami studios for some years now, and he was good at this job. really good. he could debug complex systems faster than most others developers and he actually cared about clean codes.

none of that seemed to matter. every time another developer position opened up, it went to someone better at office politics, someone who knew how to shake the right hands and smile in the right meetings.

keys was the guy who stayed late fixing other people’s mistakes. the guy who got praised in private but overlooked in promotions. the guy who was reliable.

he was sick of it.

that morning meeting was the final straw. the manager stood at the front of the room with his usually fake enthusiasm and talked.

‘’we’re looking for something original. something fresh. we want innovation. whoever brings me a truly unique project that actually works…. let’s just say there will be serious conversations about promotions.’’

key’s heart started racing the second he heard those words. this was it. his chance. 

he didn’t just want a promotion – he needed one.

so he made a decision, and for the next two and a half weeks, keys barely existed outside of work and his laptop. he woke up at 6 a.m., worked fully day at the office, then went home and coded until 3 or 4 in the morning. 

he ate microwave meals at his desk and drank enough coffee to make his hands shake. he told his friends he was ‘’busy with a side project.’’

he poured everything into meetify.

it wasn’t just another dating app. keys hated the shallow nature of modern dating apps: endless swiping, the focus on pictures and one-liners. he wanted something deeper. so he built a system that analyzed hundreds of data points: communication style, values, conflict resolutions patterns. 

the algorithm didn’t just match interests. it tried to predict long-term compatibility with uncanny accuracy.

he worked on the psychological questionnaire for days, making the questions strangely personal but not invasive. he fine-tuned the matching engine until the compatibility scores felt natural. 

he added privacy features that made the whole thing feel safe: no photos unless both users agreed later and end-to-end encryption on all chats.

when he finally finished the working beta version, he leaned back in his office chair and stared at the screen for a long time. 

‘’please… just work,’’ he whispered.

the next day during his lunch break, he created a reddit account under a throwaway name and posted in several beta testing subreddits.

r/betatesters • 1h ago

need 50 serious testers for an experimental dating app (100% anonymous) hey everyone,  i’ve built an experimental dating app named meetify. instead of swipes and pictures, it uses deep behavioral analysis and psychological profiling to match people based on real compatibility.  everything is completely anonymous. i need real users to test the matching algorithm and give feedback before i pitch it internally for a promotion. first 50 people get immediate access. if you’re tired of shallow dating apps and want to try something different, dm me. serious testers only.

he hit the post button with nervous fingers and then refreshed the page obsessively for the next hour. by the end of the day, he had 47 messages. 

on another hand, you had sworn off dating for almost a year. after a series of painful relationships, you decided you were done putting yourself out there. the idea of opening up to someone new felt exhausting and terrifying. 

but one night, while scrolling through reddit to see if someone could help you with work, a post caught your eye.

a post written by a user called walternetius. it promised to be something different, and curiosity got the better of you. after everything you had been through, maybe an algorithm could do better than your own terrible judgment.

you downloaded the app and created your account with the user y/nlocked.

the questionnaire was long and surprisingly personal. you answered honestly, even the uncomfortable questions about past relationships, trust issues and what you really wanted from a partner. 

when you finished, the app paired you almost instantly. 

wmckynotes. your eyebrows rose at the high number of compatibility. you opened the chat.

wmckynotes: hey wmckynotes: so we’re both beta testers for this thing? nice to meet you, y/nlocked

you smiled a little at the polite greeting and typed back.

y/nlocked: hi. yeah, looks like it. that compatibility is crazy. did u answer the questions honestly?

wmckynotes: haha… i was brutally honest. that’s why probably most of my other matches were below 20% :/ wmckynotes: u are the first person who makes sense according to the algorithm. wmckynotes: btw, how are u finding the app so far?

you leaned back against your pillows, thinking how to answer.

y/nlocked: i mean, it’s… different. the questionnaire was really long and some questions made me stop and actually think, but the interface is calm i guess. i really wanted to try something different

wmckynotes: most dating apps just feel so shallow. 

y/nlocked: yeah. this one feels more…. intentional. but wbu, why did you join the beta? are you also tired of normal dating apps?

wmckynotes: honestly? i’m the developer of this app. i’ve been working on it for months as a side project. my company is very corporate and i wanted to show them something original. wmckynotes: i needed real users to test it. i didn’t want people to feel pressured so i created everything anonymous.

y/nlocked: wait… you’re like the creator? that’s so cool lol. so u testing your own app?

wmckynotes: yeah… pretty much hahah i’m nervous as hell actually. i want it to work, to help people find something good. don’t tell anyone though. i’m trying to stay anonymous too. 

y/nlocked: your secret is safe with me

keys chuckled softly in his apartment, running a hand through his messy hair. you smiled at the phone feeling a warmth in your chest.

wmckynotes: so… be honest with me. what do u think so far? any feedback? wmckynotes: i’m glad the algorithm matched us. even if this is just a test, it’s nice talking to someone who gets it and works at coding too.

you thought for a moment before replying. the conversation flowed naturally. you two talked about movies, music. he was funny, a little nerdy, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

y/nlocked: yeah… it really is :) good night wmckynotes

a month has passed since you first downloaded that app, and what started as a random experiment born out of boredom quietly became the best part of you every day. 

you were at your desk on nexus dynamics. the open office was loud, with ringing phones and sighs. you were on the same customer support ticket for almost forty minutes while a man was yelling in all caps about a billing error.

you rubbed your temples, feeling the familiar headache building behind your eyes. your phone vibrated on the desk, you glanced around quickly to make sure your supervisor wasn’t watching, then opened the app.

wmckynotes: survived another meeting. how’s your day going? please tell me it’s better than mine.

you smiled despite yourself and typed back quickly under the desk.

y/nlocked: well i’m being yelled at a customer rn and i need a coffee

wmckynotes: i would def teleport with a coffee if i could. black with one sugar, right?

y/nlocked: you remember. i’m impressed 

wmckynotes: i remember a lot of things about u

you bit your lip, feeling warmth spread through your face. 

across town, keys was sitting in his chair. he checked the beta dashboard obsessively for weeks. the app was working better than he ever expected – at least for you two.

keys ran a hand through his messy brown hair and bit his lip when your message appeared. the conversation continued in short bursts or during breaks. 

after that, the conversations become more and more frequent between you two. 

even so, work was killing you. today was one of those days where you had to apologize because you were busy and you couldn't talk to him.

your company, nexus dynamics, was forced to attend the same exclusive networking event as soonami studios. the rivalry between the two companies was known throughout the world. it was serious: years of stolen talent, leaked projects and public shade in interviews. 

the tension in the rooftop was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the employees from both side-eyed each other with barely hostility.

you were there representing your company, dressed in a sleek black dress and holding a glass of champagne you had no intention of drinking. you stood near the bar, trying to stay out of the way of the obvious corporate warfare happening around you.

the founder of the company who prepared all this suddenly appeared beside you with a bright smile.

‘’ah! perfect. come with me for a moment.’’ before you could even protest, he gently guided you across the room toward a small group of the other company.

“so… this is our brilliant guy, keys. one of our sharpest young talents.”

keys turned to you. for a split second, something flickered in his eyes but he masked it with a polite professional smile and extended his hand. 

“nice to meet you,” he said with a measured voice.

you shook his hand firmly, keeping your expression natural.

“likewise,” you replied in a polite tone.

“you two are some of the youngest and most promising people from your companies. i thought it would be interesting for you to talk. healthy competition breeds innovation, right?”

with that, the walked away, leaving you and keys standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. the air between you two was immediately tense. 

keys slipped his hands into his pockets.

‘’so….’’ he said with a carefully neutral voice. ‘’heard your team has been pushing up some aggressive updates lately.’’

you lifted your chin slightly, matching his energy.

‘’and i’ve heard yours has been copying quite a few of those ideas,’’ you replied. ‘’imitation is the sincerest from flattery, i suppose.’’

keys let out a short dry laugh, but there was no real humor in it. you narrowed your eyes.

‘’bold claim. though i’m not surprised. y’all always loved throwing accusations around.’’

keys studied you for a moment, giving you an intense glaze. 

‘’you seem… familiar somehow,’’ he said quietly. ‘’have we met before?’’

you shook your hand, keeping your voice cool.

‘’i don’t think so. i would remember you.’’ 

he gave a bitter smile, and the conversation remained polite on the surface but with subtle jabs. the night was long and boring. you couldn't wait to get home, talk to that app user, and have some fun.

the network finally ended and you arrived home a little after midnight. your heels gave you wounds, and you swore you just wanted to rest. the entire ride way home, your mind kept replaying the conversation with that guy with glasses.

there was something about him that felt extremely familiar and even if you didn’t know his name –the way he looked at you, the dry humor– that felt strangely familiar. you shook the thought away. 

when you finally stepped into the apartment, you kicked off your heels with a sigh of relief. you changed into an oversized t-shirt and stayed in your panties, washed your face and collapsed onto your bed with your phone.

meanwhile, across town, keys entered his apartment, loosened his tie, and dropped onto the couch. keys didn’t even wait, he opened meetify on his phone and saw you were online.

he smiled and started typing.

wmckynotes: hey. u still awake?? wmckynotes: just arrived home. long night… i met someone w your name. funny coincidence right??

y/nlocked: it’s a pretty common name. they are probably like thousands of girls with it

wmckynotes: yeah… but anyways talking to u feels so much better. wmckynotes: i was thinking about u all night

y/nlocked: oh??? and what were u thinking about?

wmckynotes: being honest… was wondering u were laying in bed like i am now. if you were thinking about me too

the tone shifted. subtly. slowly.

y/nlocked: maybe i was and maybe i still am

wmckynotes: yeah? what are u thinking about?

the room was starting to feel hot, your chest was starting to pound faster. you closed your legs to try and cool down the heat between them. 

wmckynotes: yeah? what are u thinking about rn???

y/nlocked: about how nice ur voice probably sounds in general and about ur looks

wmckynotes: only that way?

y/nlocked: do u want me to say more?

you playfully bit your lip, waiting for his response. you had no idea how far the conversation could veer.

wmckynotes: maybe i do

y/nlocked: where are u rn?

wmckynotes: well wmckynotes: i’m in my couch… why?

y/nlocked: maybe i was thinking about me and u in your couch

his answer was fast. he never left the chat.

wmckynotes: great wmckynotes: me too

y/nlocked: what are u exactly thinking about y/nlocked: let’s see if we are thinking the same

wmckynotes: i was thinking about you in my couch… what are u wearing?

you smiled at the question, biting your lip, and then looked at your body as if it weren't obvious what you were wearing. as if you didn't know, or as if you were looking for confirmation before telling him.

y/nlocked: shirt and panties

wmckynotes: k. so i was thinking about u in my couch with that shirt and in only panties.  wmckynotes: then in my thoughts i kiss u first, i think your lips are probably really soft 

you let out a slow breath and slid your right hand down your body. you slipped it under the waistband of your panties, feeling the heat radiating from your pussy. 

you didn’t go straight for your clit. instead, you pressed your palm flat against your mound, feeling how warm and slick you already were. 

y/nlocked: yeah?? what more… tell me

wmckynotes: i’d kiss u deeper… slowly sucking on your upper lip while my hands slide under your shirt. 

you kept pressing and rubbing your palm against your panties, the friction making you wetter. your hips moved slightly against your hand. meanwhile, keys ran his hand down his stomach and began slowly palming his cock over his pajama pants, feeling it thicken and harder under his touch.

then the next message appeared.

wmckynotes: can u touch yourself for me?

y/nlocked: i was already doing it

wmckynotes: you so dirty wmckynotes: good

keys squeezed his growing bulge firmly, rubbing it up and down over the fabric, feeling it twitch under his palm.

y/nlocked: are you touching yourself? y/nlocked: touch yourself and tell me more

wmckynotes: i’d keep kissing and sucking on your neck while my hand slides between your legs.. imagine your hand is mine and please rub your clit over your panties for me, baby. slow circles

you moved your fingers up and started rubbing slow circles over your clit through the soaked fabric. soft whimpers left your lips.

y/nlocked: fuck…. it’s so sensitive. are you stroking yet?

wmckynotes: not yet. just rubbing and squeezing over my pajamas. keep going princess

he continued palming himself, occasionally squeezing the head of his cock through the fabric, feeling himself get fully hard. his breathing was getting heavier as he watched the chat.

y/nlocked: i’m so wet… panties are a mess

wmckynotes: then pull ur panties aside and touch your bare pussy for me. tell me how wet u are

you hooked your fingers on the side of your panties and pulled them aside. your fingers immediately glided over your slick bare folds.

y/nlocked: my fingers are sliding everywhere

wmckynotes: fuck that’s so hot wmckynotes: start rubbing your clit directly now. slow circles wmckynotes: i just pushed my pants down. gonna touch myself for u. i’m so hard

keys pushed his pajama pants and boxers down to his thighs, freeing his thick hard cock. it slapped against his stomach, already leaking. then he wrapped his fist around the base and gave it a slow stroke, spreading the pre-cum over the head with his thumb.

you moaned as your fingers made direct contact with your swollen clit, rubbing slow, tight circles.

y/nlocked: this feels so good

wmckynotes: i’m stroking slowly. base to tip… pls push two fingers inside yourself for me. fuck yourself 

you did it. you slid two fingers deep into yourself, moaning louder. keys tightened his grip imagining that as he started stroking with long firm movements and his fist slid easily. 

y/nlocked: i’m fingering myself y/nlocked: wish those were your fingers tho

you didn’t stop. you saw him typing.

wmckynotes: fuck wmckynotes: do u have any toys?

you bit your lip, hesitating for just a second before answering honestly. you had one, you bought it when you were dating that pathetic boy you had as your boyfriend. he never made you come, and that's exactly why you bought it.

y/nlocked: yeah. i got one in my drawer

you reached over the nightstand drawer and took the toy in your hands. then you positioned yourself comfortably with spread wide legs. 

wmckynotes: rub the tip against your clit. get it nice and wet. i’m strocking faster now

you rubbed it up and down your slit, coating it with your wetness. keys was now fully focused on his own pleasure. keys’ hand moved faster. his hips were starting to buck up into his fist as he got more into it.

wmckynotes: push it inside and imagine it’s me stretching u

you did it, pressing it against your entrance and slowly pushing it in, gasping as it stretched you open.

y/nlocked: fuck… it’s thick. i need u

keys' large hand wrapped around his entire cock. he moved his hand up and down painfully, feeling that it wasn't quite enough. it wasn’t enough for him because he needed you. 

wmckynotes: fuck w it baby. nice and deep… imagine is my cock filling u up

you started thrusting the toy in and out, moaning louder with every push. your legs were already starting to shake, and your stomach was starting to feel strange.

y/nlocked: fuck… it’s thick

wmckynotes: don’t stop. i’m so fucking close baby :) i want u to cum all over the toy while i cum all over my hand

your moans turned into cries as your orgasm built rapidly.

y/nlocked: fuck… gonna cum. gonna cum so hard

wmckynotes: cum for me. fuck, i’m cumming too

you came with a loud scream. your back arched off the bed, your thighs were shaking violently as your pussy clenched around the toy. 

at the same time, keys groaned deeply, his hips buckling as thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach.

wmckynotes: are u ok

y/nlocked: fuck yeah y/nlocked: gonna clean this mess

wmckynotes: right wmckynotes: same

you got up to go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit. washed your face and drank some water before sitting back down on the bed and checking your phone.

he wrote again since the last message.

wmckynotes: since this is getting like wmckynotes: a little bit more serious wmckynotes: do u have like… discord or something?

y/nlocked: yeah y/nlocked: i use it for work sometimes

wmckynotes: can i add u there

y/nlocked: yeah ofc

you sent him your username, waiting for him to add you and it didn't take long for him to do so. but when you saw his discord profile picture, you froze. 

it was his face. and he wasn't just anyone.

he was the guy you met that very night at the work event. 

it was him. keys.

college was wearing you out, finals were breathing down your neck, and on top of that, you had extra shifts in your horrible and boring work. and that made you absolutely buried under stress for weeks. 

you were sleeping barely four hours a night, and the only thing keeping you awake was the excessive amount of coffee and the occasional nap you’d take without meaning to when you’d fall asleep sitting at your desk.

everything annoyed you. everything was too loud, too bright, and just too much for you. and unfortunately for him, steve harrington –who had been your best friend since high school– was taking the brunt of your whole situation, including your bad mood.

you had been a complete bitch to him the past two weeks, but there was one particular situation that lingered in steve’s mind more than he would have liked.

you stormed into family video. the cool air conditioning hit your overheated skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside you. your shoulders were tight, your jaw locked, and you hadn’t slept properly in days. 

between finals and extra shifts, you were one inconvenience away from snapping. 

you just wanted a movie. something spicy enough to distract you tonight when you were alone, trying –and probably failing– to relieve some of this unbearable tension by yourself.

steve was behind the counter wearing that stupid green family video uniform that somehow made his shoulders look broader and his arms look bigger. robin was a few feet away, restocking some tapes, but you could already feel her watching you the second you walked through the door.

you went straight to the small adult section and grabbed the first movie that looked filthy enough. a half-naked couple on the cover with a dark lighting and a title that screamed horny. 

you didn’t even read the back, you just wanted something with sex, moaning and heavy breathing: anything to help you when you were alone in your room.

with the tape clutched tightly in your hand, you went straight to the corner, slamming it down. steve was leaning against the register, and the second he saw the tape, his hazel eyes lit up with pure mischief. 

he picked up the tape slowly and raised his eyebrows, turning it in his hands as he examined the cover with exaggerated interest. 

‘’so… what’s this?’’ he said, his voice dripping with teasing amusement. ‘’you have a date tonight and you’re looking for ideas for later or what?’’

your face instantly heated up with a mix of embarrassment and rage.

‘’shut the fuck up, steve,’’ you snapped, glaring at him with pure venom. ‘’just scan the tape and keep your mouth closed today.’’

steve placed a hand dramatically over his chest, pretending to be deeply wounded.

‘’no, no… you don’t get to say that,’’ he replied, acting completely indignant. ‘’we tell each other everything. everything. since when are you planning spicy nights and not telling me? i thought we had no secrets. i’m… deeply hurt.’’

robin, who was pretending to organize tapes on a nearby shelf, let out a loud snort and walked closer, clearly entertained.

‘’i hope steve doesn’t tell you in detail how he keeps sleeping with half the girls in hawkins,’’ she said, glancing at you with a smirk. ‘’because apparently he’s still very much in game.’’

steve turned to her with a fake smile.

‘’hey! i don’t sleep with all of them,’’ he protested though the little smirk on his face made it very obvious he was lying through his teeth.

he turned back on you, leaning further over the counter, his voice dropping into that low teasing tone that always drove you insane.

‘’but seriously, you didn’t tell me anything. what is wrong with you?’’ your hands clenched into fists at your sides. you could feel your face burning with humiliation and pure anger. 

‘’steve, i swear to god’’ you hissed through gritted teeth. ‘’if you don’t shut up your fucking mouth right now and give me the damn tape, i’m going to throw this at your head and walk out.’’

steve chuckled softly, scanning the tape painfully slowly, clearly enjoying every second of your frustration.

‘’damn, you really are wound up today, huh?’’ he said, still smirking. robin leaked against the counter beside him.

you snatched the tape the second it was scanned, practically throwing your money at steve’s chest.

‘’you’re acting like the worst best friend in the entire fucking world,’’ you growled with your voice shaking with anger. ‘’i don’t know why i even bother with you anymore.’’

steve just smiled innocently as you turned on your heel to storm out.

‘’enjoy your movie and your date!’’ he called after you sweetly. the second you were gone, robin whistled. 

‘’you’re such an asshole,’’ she laughed. steve stared at the door you had just slammed, a stupid smile still on his face.

after that, the week went on just the same—or even worse. you still were a bitch with him; snapping at his jokes, rolling your eyes when he tried to cheer you up, giving him short answers and telling him to shut up. and steve was patient, really patient. 

but he couldn't take it anymore.

it was friday night. steve dropped robin off at her house after closing family video. you were sitting in the passenger seat of his bmw, arms crossed tightly over your chest and your jaw clenched so hard it ached.

you stared out the window like you were offended, and the silence in the car was thick and uncomfortable, almost suffocating. steve glanced at you sideways  while his fingers drummed on the stared.

the silence only lasted a few more seconds before he couldn’t hold back anymore.

‘’jesus christ,’’ he muttered while shaking his hand. ‘’you gonna keep sitting there like i ran over your dog?’’ 

you didn’t even look at him. steve let out a sarcastic laugh.

‘’wow. really mature. you’ve been acting like this for you weeks and now you can’t even speak? what, did i breathe too loud today?’’

that did it.

you whipped your head towards him, your eyes blazing with anger.

‘’god, can you just shut up for once in your life, steve?’’ you snapped with a sharp and venomous voice. ‘’you’re so fucking annoying. always poking, always talking. i’m allowed to be in a bad mood without you making it worse by being a pain in the ass.’’

steve’s eyebrows shot up, but instead of backing off, he smirked.

‘’oh, i’m the annoying one now?’’ he shot back, teasing. ‘’you’ve been treating me like shit for two weeks straight and i’m the problem? come on. you’re being so dramatic.’’

your mouth fell open in disbelief. 

‘’are you serious right now?’’ you hissed while you raised your voice. ‘’you’re such a fucking asshole. i told you i’m stressed, i told you i’m tense and all you do is poke at me like i’m so kind of joke.’’

steve’s smirk faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered, still trying to push your buttons.

‘’maybe if you stopped being so uptight and actually talked to me instead of biting my head off every five seconds–’’

‘’pull over,’’ you cut him off coldly. steve blinked.

‘’what?’’

‘’i said pull the fuck over. i’d rather walk home than listen to you right now.’’ 

steve didn’t pull over. instead, he let out a long breath and softened his tone a little bit.

‘’alright, fine. i’ll stop. just… talk to me. what’s actually going on?’’

you let out a long exhausted sight and rubbed your face with both hands, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on you. your eyes burned from lack of sleep and your shoulders felt like they were carrying bricks.

‘’i’m sorry, steve… i’m not mad at you. i swear i’m not,’’ you numbed. ‘’i’m just… really fucking tired. everything irritates me. i’ve tried everything. i went running, took long hot baths, even touched myself and nothing helps.’’

steve stayed quiet for a long moment, driving slowly through the dark streets. the only sound was the low hum of the engine. then, he let out a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the heavy mood.

‘’you know… i did some reading the other day. family video stress the shit out of me and i searched some things.’’ he said casually, glancing at you. ‘’i’ll look into it properly. give me a couple of days. maybe i can find something that actually helps you realise all that tension.’’

you didn't reply. the car fell silent again as he drove you home.

three days. those were the exact days that passed. it was monday night, just past midnight.

steve invited you to his big house. you both had been drinking for a couple of hours by the pool. nothing too strong, just a few beers.

you were sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet in the water, wearing one of steve’s old shirts over your bikini. steve was inside the pool, leaning against the edge right in front of you, shirtless, and with his hair wet and messy.

he looked up at you, water droplets running down his hairy chest and you tried not to make too much eye contact there.

‘’so… i did the research i promised,’’ he said with a soft voice. ‘’i went to the library and everything. looked in actual encyclopedias and medical books.’’

you raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. 

‘’wow. you actually went to the library and read? i’m impressed, harrington. didn’t know you knew how.’’

steve grinned and grabbed your waist with both hands, yanking you in the water. you let out a surprised squeal as you both fell into the warm water with a big splash. when you came up for air, steve was right in front of you.

‘’you asshole!’’ you laughed, pushing his chest.

the soaked shirt was now clinging to your body like a second skin, and without thinking, you grabbed the hem and pulled it over your head, tossing it onto the pool deck with a wet slap.

steve’s eyes darkened as they roamed over your body for a second before he forced them back to your face.

‘’well, you deserved that. that was cold,’’ he said, pretending to be deeply offended. 

‘’start talking before i leave to drink another beer,’’ you said.

‘’i spent actual hours reading about endorphins, oxytocin, stress hormones… all of it. apparently the fastest way to release extreme built-up tension is through really intense physical activity. multiple orgasms.’’

he was getting more nervous the longer he spoke so his usual cocky confidence cracked.

‘’i mean– you don’t have to… obviously,’’ he added quickly while his voice got softer. ‘’it was an idea. we can pretend i never said anything. i don’t want to make things weird between us. i just hate seeing you this stressed and…’’

‘’are you insinuating something, steve?’’ you asked. 

you wanted to hear an answer from him to see if they were just empty words coming out of his mouth or if he really meant it.

‘’yeah… i mean, yes,’’ he admitted. then he backtracked. ‘’no, no, nothing like that! i didn’t mean– shit, forget i said anything. i wasn’t trying to pressure you or–’’

you smiled and leaned a little closer to him. steve took it as a signal, so he cupped your face with one hand and kissed you.

the kiss started gentle but quickly turned deeper. you responded, kissing him back while your fingers thread through his wet hair. 

after some seconds you pulled back slightly, breathing a little faster, and whispered against his lips.

‘’i’ll keep that in mind.” you started to pull away, but steve gently grabbed your hand, stopping you. he pulled you back toward him.

you smiled, then leaned in and kissed him again — deeper this time, more sure. 

he froze for half a second before he melted into the kiss with a deep groan. his wet hands immediately grabbed your waist. 

steve was an incredible kisser. girls weren't lying about that.

he started by pressing his lips against yours, then focused on your upper lip –kissing it gently– then with more pressure. his mouth moved perfectly against yours, slow and deep at first, then hungrier.

his nose kept bumping into yours.

you moaned softly into his mouth as he kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding against yours. his hands grabbed your ass under the water, squeezing firmly and pulling you flush against him. you wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, grinding against the obvious bulge in his swim trunks.

steve groaned against your lips, one hand staying on your ass while the other slid between your bodies. his fingers then pressed over your bikini bottoms, rubbing slow and firm circles against your covered clit.

‘’fuck..’’ he murmured between kisses. he kept kissing you on the upper lip while his fingers rubbed gaster, pressing against your clit through the thin fabric. 

you held onto his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built rapidly.

‘’that’s it, pretty girl,’’ he whispered hotly. ‘’grind on my hand like a good girl. you’ve been so tense for weeks… you deserve this.’’

he wasn’t as shy as he was a few minutes earlier.

you whimpered, rolling your hips desperately against his fingers. steve rubbed faster, pressing harder while the water made everything slick and intense.

‘’steve– fuck,’’ you moaned. 

‘’you touched yourself so many times and couldn’t cum properly, huh, princess?’’ he growled softly. ‘’look how quickly you’re shaking for me, baby. this pretty pussy is so needy for my touch. that’s cute.’’

your legs started trembling violently around his waist. pleasure built higher as he rubbed fast circles. you were right on the edge, thighs squeezing him.

‘’steve– oh god. i’m so close, please.’’ you whimpered. 

just as you were about to cum, he suddenly slowed down and pulled his hand away. you let out a broken whimper, burying your face in his neck.

‘’not yet, baby,’’ he whispered. ‘’i want you in my bed. i want to take my time with you, princess. i want to hear every pretty sound you make when i finally let you fall apart.’’ 

he kissed one last time before carrying you out of the pool toward the house, water dripping everywhere. 

the second you were through the front door, steve pinned you against it, kissing you again like he was starving. you stumbled up the stairs together, and halfway up, steve pressed you against the railing, kissing you deeply again.

you finally reached his bedroom door, crashing through it. steve kicked it shut behind him and threw you onto his bed slowly. you landed with a small bounce, still dripping wet from the pool.

steve crawled over you, his hair was still dripping. then he moved down your body, kissing and sucking marks into your skin until he settled between your spread thighs. he looked up at you with hungry eyes. 

he hooked his fingers into your bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. he buried his face between your legs and devoured you like a man starved.

steve was completely pussy drunk. he licked, sucked and tongue-fucked you with messy enthusiasm, moaning loudly against your pussy as two fingers pumped deep inside you. 

he licked a long slow stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, moaning loudly at your taste.

‘’fuck, you taste so good,’’ he groaned, the vibrations sent you shocks through your body. ‘’so sweet and sloppy. i could eat this pretty cunt for hours.’’

‘’please– don’t stop. don’t.’’ you moaned, rolling your hips against his face. 

he dove back in like a man possessed. 

steve licked broad, flat strokes through your folds, savoring every drop of your wetness. he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, humming happily as he flicked his tongue rapidly over your sensitive bud. 

then he pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his nose was pressed against your clit. he was loud, messy and addicted. the obscene wet sounds of him slurping, sucking and moaning against your pussy filled the entire room.

his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he buried his face deeper.

‘’god, baby… you’re dripping down my chin,’’ he mumbled. ‘’such a messy little pussy. you’re soaking me and i fucking love it.’’

he replaced his tongue with his fingers again, pumping them and curling them perfectly against your g-spot while he focused on your clit again.

‘’fuck, steve… you’re so good at this.’’ you moaned.

‘’you love this, don’t you, princess?’’ he said. his chin was shining with your juices. ‘’love having your best friend eat your pussy like a starving man. bet you’ve been touching this greedy cunt thinking about me every night while you were being mean to me.’’

you moaned loudly, and steve doubled down, sucking harder and pumping his fingers faster. he was completely lost in you.

‘’steve, fuck. i’m gonna cum–’’ you cried out.

he didn’t stop, and you came hard with a loud scream. your thighs clamped around his head as you gusher on his tongue and fingers. steve moaned loudly, refusing to pull away. 

he kept licking and fingering you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive, pushing at his head.

he finally pulled back, his chin and lips shiny with your juices and his eyes glazed with pure lust. steve shoved his swim trunks down his hips, kicking them off, and his thick hard cock sprang free.

steve was huge. way too big. 

you’d had sex with other guys before, but you’d never seen anything like this.

you always heard him talk about his sexual experiences. that was the normal thing between you two as best friends. 

but you just thought he was exaggerating — that it was just an ego boost.

when robin joked about it, or steve said that girls told him it didn't fit in, you just laughed: you thought they were just jokes. 

but apparently, they weren’t.

he climbed on top of you and rubbed the head up and down your soaked folds. 

‘’look at me, princess,’’ he ordered.

and you did.

‘’i don’t know if it all fits steve. you’re so big…’’

‘’just the tip first.’’ he groaned, and then he pushed a little bit, the head stretching you open. ‘’relax for me… that’s it, good girl. you’re doing so well.’’

he rocked his hips gently, feeding you another inch. then another, watching your face the entire time.

‘’oh my god…. fuck, steve.’’ 

‘’taking me so good, baby.’’ he praised with rough voice. ‘’look how your pretty pussy is swallowing my cock.’’

then his control snapped. steve pulled back almost all the way and slammed back in hard, setting a brutal pace. the bed cracked as he fucked ou deep and rough, hips snapping against your ass with loud slaps.

‘’take it, princess,’’ he growled. ‘’take every fucking inch.’’

after a few thrusts, he pulled out, flipped you onto your hands and knees, and positioned you so you were facing a full-length mirror in the corner of his room.

the mirror was tall and elegant. 

steve had had it since his freshman year of high school, back when he was king steve: the ultimate jock who spent way too much time obsessing over his hair, clothes and appearance. he used to stand in front of it and fix his hair there, and now, some years later, he was fucking you in front of it.

steve got behind you, gripped your hips tightly and thrust back inside you again. 

‘’look. look in the mirror.’’

he grabbed your face with one hand, fingers gripping your jaw firmly but not painfully, and he forced you to look straight ahead at your reflection.

“watch,” he ordered, starting to fuck you hard again. “watch how pretty you look getting fucked by my big cock.”

you moaned loudly at the sight. the mirror showed everything in explicit detail; your flushed face, your tits bouncing wildly with every thrust, your mouth open in pleasure, and steve’s body behind you as he pounded into you mercilessly. his thick cock disappeared completely inside your pussy again and again, stretching you wide.

“steve— oh my god. look at how deep you are…” you gasped, unable to look away. “you’re so big…”

“yeah? you like watching me destroy this tight pussy, baby?” he groaned, slamming into you harder. he kept one hand on your jaw, forcing you to keep watching. “look at how well you take every inch. such a good girl for me, princess.”

he fucked you relentlessly in front of the mirror, hips snapping against your ass as the sound of skin slapped loud and filthy. his other hand reached around to rub your clit in fast giving rough circles.

he suddenly pushed two fingers into your mouth.

“suck,” he commanded, voice low and filthy. “suck my fingers while you watch yourself get fucked, princess.” you moaned around his fingers, sucking them greedily as he continued pounding into you.

“cum for me, baby,” he commanded with a low voice. “cum while you watch yourself get fucked by your best friend. gonna breed you so deep you’ll be leaking my cum for days. you want that, princess? want me to pump you full until your belly swells with my load?”

you moaned loudly around his fingers, nodding desperately as you watched yourself in the mirror. steve fucked you even harder as the same time he rubbed your clit faster.

“that’s it… cum for me, baby. let me breed this greedy little cunt.”

you came hard with a loud scream, your walls pulsing violently around his thick cock. steve followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding your pussy with thick hot ropes of cum.

he stayed buried deep inside you, both of you breathing heavily, sweaty and satisfied. then kissed your shoulder softly, still holding your face so you could see your wrecked reflection.

then his entire behavior softened. 

steve slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper at the feeling of being empty. he gently turned onto your back and lay down beside you.

‘’you okay?’’ he whispered. ‘’was i too rough or something?’’ you shook your head, still catching your breath.

‘’i’m perfect,’’ you murmured. ‘’i feel relaxed now.’’ 

steve chuckled softly, sitting in the bed to put his clothes back again.

‘’let me take care of you now, okay?’’ 

he got up and walked to the bathroom, returning a minute later with a towel. steve gently cleaned between your legs, wiping away the mixture of your juices and his cum. he tossed the towel aside and climbed back into bed. 

after a comfortable silence, steve spoke.

‘’... is this gonna ruin our friendship?’’ 

you lifted your head to look at him.

‘’no,’’ you whispered. ‘’it won’t.’’ 

steve let out a relieved breath.

‘’good,’’ he said, smiling. ‘’because next time you feel this stressed… don’t be a bitch to me again. just come to my house. the scientific method clearly works.’’

you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks.

‘’i’ll keep that in mind,’’ you said.

you and kurt kunkle had been roommates for four months. it all started when his parents finally reached their breaking point.

after the failure of being a content creator and the never-ending public humiliation he brought upon the family — they gave him two days to pack his things and get out. 

“we’re done with you,” his father had said coldly before slamming the door in his face. kurt was left standing on the porch with nothing but a suitcase, some clothes, his laptop, and the crushing weight of failure.

he was broke, anxious, and terrified of being completely alone. in a moment of desperation, he posted an ad on a local reddit forum: “looking for a roommate. quiet person is preferred. can pay half the rent. please.” 

you replied the same day. the rent was cheap, the apartment was only a fifteen-minute walk from campus, and you were tired of living in noisy student housing with people who partied until 4 a.m. 

when you met him in person for the first time, kurt was a nervous wreck. he kept apologizing for the small apartment, the old couch, the leaking faucet in the kitchen, even for the way he talked too fast. 

he was lanky, with messy brown hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, and big, anxious eyes that rarely held eye contact for long. you found his awkwardness strangely endearing. within a week, the arrangement was official.

at first, things were quiet and a little awkward. kurt kept to himself, spending most nights in his room editing old videos or driving for spree until late at night.

he was respectful to a fault; always doing his share of the chores, leaving little notes on the fridge like “i bought milk :)” or “there’s leftover pizza if you’re hungry,” and apologizing whenever he made even the smallest noise. 

over time, however, you two started talking more. he was surprisingly funny in his self-deprecating way, and you found yourself enjoying his company. he was sweet. harmless and safe.

what kurt didn’t know was that for the past three months, you had been bringing different guys home almost every weekend. it started casually. 

you’d meet someone at a party or match with them on an app, bring them back to the apartment, and fuck them in your room. the walls were paper-thin. 

you knew kurt could hear everything; your loud moans, the dirty talk, the rhythmic thumping of the bed against the wall, the guys grunting and cursing as they came. 

at first, you felt a flicker of guilt. but then you started noticing the sounds coming from his room.

soft and desperate whimpers. 

the faint rhythmic sound of skin on skin. shaky, uneven breathing. quiet, pathetic little moans that he tried (and failed) to hide behind his pillow. 

kurt was listening to you getting fucked by other guys, he was jerking off to it… and it turned you on more than anything else ever had.

tonight was the same. you had brought home a guy from your economics class. he was tall, had a big dick, and fucked you hard for about ten minutes. 

you moaned loudly on purpose, knowing kurt was listening next door. but the guy was selfish. he came fast inside the condom, groaned like an animal, and immediately pulled out.

“sorry babe, i gotta go. early class tomorrow,” he said, already getting dressed. you didn’t even bother pretending to be satisfied.

you just lay there on your bed, legs still spread, pussy throbbing and aching with frustration as he left your room and closed the door behind him.

the apartment fell silent. you let out a frustrated sigh. your body was still buzzing, needy and unsatisfied. you reached into your nightstand drawer and pulled out your thick pink vibrator.

you turned it on, the low buzz filling the room, and pressed it firmly against your swollen clit. a loud, relieved moan left your lips immediately.

you spread your legs wider, pushing the toy inside your dripping pussy, fucking yourself with deep, slow strokes while your other hand played with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples. 

you moaned louder on purpose.

“mmm… fuck… yes… right there…” that’s when the faint creak of kurt’s bedroom door opened just a crack. 

his eyes on you through the small gap. he was watching. you moaned filthier, rolling your hips against the vibrator, pushing it deeper inside you.

“ahh… fuck… so close…” a soft, broken whimper came from the hallway. then the unmistakable sound of him stroking his cock; fast, desperate, shaky strokes. pathetic little gasps and quiet, needy moans that he couldn’t hold back.

you kept fucking yourself with the toy, moaning louder, putting on a deliberate show. you arched your back, spreading your legs wider, letting the vibrator buzz loudly against your clit while you fucked yourself with it.

you opened your eyes just enough to glance at the door.

kurt was standing right there in the dark hallway, pants and boxers shoved down to his ankles, one hand frantically pumping his hard, leaking cock while his eyes were glued to your pussy. 

his mouth was slightly open, cheeks burning red, and quiet, pathetic little moans kept slipping out of him every time you moaned.

you smiled softly to yourself but continued the show. you spread your legs even wider, arched your back, and fucked yourself deeper with the vibrator, letting wet, filthy sounds echo through the room.

kurt’s hand moved faster. his breathing became ragged. a particularly loud moan from you made his knees tremble. you finally turned your head and looked straight at him.

his eyes flew open in pure terror when he realized he’d been caught. kurt froze instantly, eyes wide with terror. 

his hand stopped moving but stayed wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock, pre-cum dripping down his fingers.

“fuck.. i– i wasn’t… please don’t. i’m so sorry.” his face was burning red. he looked completely mortified. “please don’t hate me… i'm disgusting. i know i’m a fucking perv… i'll move out tomorrow, just please—”

you sat up slowly, turned off the vibrator and placed it aside. Your voice was calm and gentle.

“kurt… come here.” he looked like he might cry from shame, but he slowly stepped inside your room, pants still around his ankles, cock standing hard and leaking between his legs.

you stood up and walked over to him. you gently cupped his burning face with both hands and looked into his anxious eyes.

“i'm not mad at you, i know you’ve been watching me, kurt,” you said softly. “for months. every time i bring a guy home, you stand here jerking off like a desperate little virgin, don’t you?”

kurt’s breath hitched.

“you… you knew?” you nodded.

“i’m sorry… i’m so fucking sorry… i tried not to… but you sound so pretty when you moan… i couldn’t stop myself… please. i’ll stop, i swear…”

“I just think it’s unfair that you only watch… when you could have me instead.” kurt’s eyes widened, a broken whimper escaping his lips.

you leaned in and kissed him softly.

the kiss started gentle, but quickly grew deeper. kurt moaned into your mouth, shy and desperate, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air until you grabbed them and placed them on your waist.

you took his trembling hands and placed them firmly on your breasts.

“touch me,” you murmured against his mouth. “squeeze them. they’re yours tonight.” kurt let out a broken, needy sound and started groping your soft tits with both hands, squeezing gently at first, then harder as he grew more confident. 

his thumbs brushed over your hard nipples, making you moan quietly into the kiss.

you kept kissing him deeply, tongues sliding together, while he played with your breasts. his cock twitched and leaked against your stomach. after a long, heated kiss, you pulled back slightly and sat on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs for him.

“get on your knees, sweetheart.” kurt dropped to his knees immediately, staring at your wet pussy with pure hunger and nervousness.

‘’i… i really want to eat you,” he confessed, voice small and embarrassed. “but i’ve never done it before… i don’t know how. i’m scared i’ll mess up…”

you smiled warmly and stroked his messy hair.

“it’s okay, baby. i’ll teach you. just listen to my voice and do exactly what i say. alright?” he nodded eagerly. you gently guided his head between your thighs.

“start by kissing my inner thighs… good boy… now use your tongue. lick me slowly from the bottom all the way up to my clit… yes, just like that…”

kurt moaned loudly the second his tongue touched your soaked folds. He licked you reverently, following every instruction you gave him with sweet, desperate enthusiasm.

“focus on my clit now… slow circles… flatter tongue… perfect. now suck on it gently…” he wrapped his lips around your swollen clit and sucked softly while his tongue flicked against it.

you moaned softly and gripped his hair, rolling your hips gently against his face. “a little harder… yes, baby, you’re doing so well…”

“now push your tongue inside me… good… curl your fingers and stroke upwards… right there— fuck, yes…” kurt pushed two fingers inside you, curling them exactly how you told him while sucking on your clit. 

he was moaning and whimpering against your pussy the entire time, completely lost in your taste.

“you’re making me feel so good, kurt,” you praised breathily. “such a good boy…”

it didn’t take long. your thighs began to shake around his head as a deep, warm orgasm washed over you. 

you came with a long, soft moan, gently grinding against his tongue while he kept licking you through every pulse.

when you finally relaxed, you pulled him up and kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. kurt was breathing hard, face shiny with your arousal. you pushed him gently onto his back on the bed and crawled between his legs. 

his cock was painfully hard, flushed dark, and dripping steadily.

you looked up at him with a soft smile.

“my turn, baby.” you started licking him slowly — all the way up his throbbing shaft, then swirled your tongue around the sensitive head, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. kurt’s entire body jerked.

“oh my god…” you took him into your mouth, sucking him wetly and deeply, bobbing your head while stroking the base with your hand. 

kurt was loud and pathetic; whimpering, moaning, whispering your name. when he started trembling and warning you he was close, you pulled off, straddled his lap, and slowly sank down onto his cock.

kurt’s head fell back with a loud, broken cry as you took him all the way inside.

“fuuuuck… you’re so tight… so warm… i’m inside you… i can’t believe it…”

you leaned down, pressed your body against his, and started riding him slowly while kissing him. kurt kissed you back desperately, moaning into your mouth with every roll of your hips.

“you feel so good,” he whimpered between kisses, voice cracking. “i don’t deserve this… i’ve been such a pathetic perv… jerking off to you every night… and now you’re riding me… i’m so lucky…”

you kept kissing him tenderly as you rode him deeper, your hips moving in a smooth, sensual rhythm. 

“you feel so good inside me, kurt,” you moaned against his lips. “your cock fills me up so perfectly… do you like how my pussy feels?”

“yes, yes— it feels incredible… i don’t deserve this…” he whimpered pathetically, voice cracking. you kissed him deeper, riding him harder, your ass slapping against his thighs.

“you’re such a good boy… taking my pussy so well… you’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?”

kurt’s hands stayed on your breasts, squeezing them gently while he moaned and whimpered against your lips. when he got close, his breathing turned ragged.

“i’m gonna cum. i’m so close— can i cum inside you?” he begged, voice shaky.

“cum for me, baby,” you whispered, kissing him again. “fill me up.” kurt cried out into your mouth as he came hard, hips jerking up while thick, warm ropes of cum flooded deep inside you. 

“fuck. i’m cumming— don’t stop, kurt. yes, baby!”

he kept moaning and twitching, pumping every drop into your pussy until he was completely spent. you rode him slowly through his orgasm, then finally stopped, still full of his cum. 

you stayed on top of him, gently kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, and his lips.

you carefully lifted off him and lay down beside him, pulling kurt into your arms. he immediately curled up against you, hiding his face in your neck, still breathing heavily.

you stroked his hair and rubbed his back in slow, soothing circles.

“you were amazing tonight,” you whispered softly. “i loved every second of it.” kurt sniffled quietly, overwhelmed with emotion. you kissed the top of his head and held him tighter.

you carefully lifted off him, feeling his warm cum leaking out of your pussy and down your thighs.

“i’ll be right back, baby. stay here.” you went to the bathroom, cleaned yourself up properly, wiped the cum from between your legs, and freshened up. 

when you returned to the room, kurt was still lying there, looking shy and a little anxious.

“i thought you were going to kick me out…” he mumbled against your skin.

“never. you are the guy i want, kurt.” you both stayed like that for a long time; naked, warm, and tangled together.

you kept caressing his hair and back until his breathing became slow and peaceful.

“can i sleep here with you tonight?” he asked shyly. you smiled and pulled the blanket over both of you.

“yes, kurt. of course.”

The party at Steve’s house was meant to be a proper farewell for the Byers before they headed to California the next morning. Dustin had spent days nagging Steve into hosting it.

‘’Come on, Steve–’’ Dustin said on a random Friday before summer ended. ‘’It’s their last night here. Will deserves one good memory. And Jonathan… he and Nancy broke up a couple weeks ago. Long–distance doesn’t work.’’

Steve paused, almost surprised. 

‘’They’re really done?’’

‘’Yeah. So maybe you’ve got another shot with her tonight. You’ve been single all summer and your flirting has been pretty rough lately.”

Steve laughed. Nancy was single again. Maybe tonight was his chance.

''First– It wasn’t rought. That’s how girls flirt.'’ he took a short pause. '’But Fine… I’ll do the party. But if anything gets broken, you’re cleaning it up.”

That same night the house was full. Music thumped through the speakers and the whole group was there: Mike, Lucas, Max, El, Will, Robin, Nancy, and others.

You arrived with Jonathan. You met him at Tina’s Halloween party last year and stayed friends, even though you were very different. He had asked you to come, and you didn’t want to miss his last night in Hawkins.

You and Steve knew each other from the group, but you weren’t close — just occasional short conversations at the mall or when everyone hung out.

Nothing deep, and you even thought it was weird to go to his house, not sure he didn’t even know you were going.

Steve noticed you as soon as you walked in. He was behind the drink table pouring drinks. His eyes lingered on you for a second —the way your denim skirt sat on your hip — before he looked away, reminding himself he was supposed to talk to Nancy tonight.

The flirting between you and Steve started slow and subtle, but the tension was undeniable.

You went to the kitchen for ice and Steve was already there.

“Hey,” he said casually. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

You shrugged, grabbing some ice. “Jonathan invited me. Figured I should show up.”

Steve nodded, adding ice to his cup. “Makes sense. You two seem to get along.”

“We do,” you replied. “He’s easy to talk to.”

Steve gave a small smile. “Unlike some people?”

You glanced at him. “You calling yourself out?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled quietly. “I’ve been told I can talk too much sometimes.”

There was a short pause.

“You look nice tonight,” he added, voice low and offhand. “That skirt suits you.”

“Thanks,” you said, keeping it light. “You don’t look too bad yourself when you’re not running around after the kids.”

Steve laughed softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The night continued like that for hours. Small conversations. Lingering looks. His hand brushing your lower back when he passed by. Your fingers grazing his arm. Later, while you were standing near the living room, Steve passed by with drinks. He stopped for a moment. 

“Having a decent time?” he asked, not too close.

“Yeah, it’s loud but it’s okay,” you replied. “Everyone seems happy.” He gave a small nod and kept moving.

The exchanges continued like that — subtle, nothing obvious. When you went back to the drink table later, Steve handed you a fresh cup without being asked.

“Didn’t want you fighting through the crowd,” he said simply.

“Thanks.” Your fingers brushed his for a second. “You’re playing bartender all night?”

“Someone has to,” he replied with a slight smirk. “You holding up okay? You seem like you’re actually enjoying yourself.”

“I am,” you said. “Surprisingly. You’re not as bad at hosting as I thought.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Was that almost a compliment?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, Harrington.”

“Too late,” he muttered with a quiet laugh.

Around midnight, after several drinks and many stolen glances, Steve found you standing near the bottom of the stairs. The music was thumping, but he spoke low enough that only you could hear.

“I’ve been single since everything that happened at the mall,” he admitted, leaning against the wall beside you. “My attempts at flirting this summer have been pretty terrible.”

You turned toward him.

 “That sounds frustrating.”

“It has been,” he said with a small laugh. “Maybe I’m just out of practice. Or maybe I’ve been talking to the wrong people.” His gaze flicked to you meaningfully. “You’re easy to talk to. Even if we don’t know each other that well.”

You smiled faintly. “I try not to make conversations painful.”

Steve chuckled. “You’re doing a good job.”

Another short silence.

The air between you felt heavier now. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, he spoke again, voice even quieter.

“If you want to escape the noise for a while… my room’s upstairs. No pressure. Just somewhere cooler and quieter.”

You held his stare, feeling the alcohol and the slow-burning tension of the night push you forward.

“Okay,” you said.

You both slipped upstairs quietly, hearts beating faster with anticipation. Steve closed the bedroom door behind you. He didn’t lock it right away.

He turned to you, keeping a little space. “So… what were we talking about?”

You could feel the tension between you two because of the alcohol, his gaze locked with yours as you nervously bit your lip. 

Then Steve approached with stealthy steps. You let the silence fill the room until you answered by stepping closer.

And then you kissed him.

The kiss started slow and soft, almost tentative. Your lips moved together with a lazy kind of curiosity, tasting a mix of different types of alcohol on his tongue. Steve hummed quietly against your mouth, one hand gently cupping the side of your face while the other rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

‘’Steve…’’ you breathed, tingling your head.

He tilted his head and deepened the kiss gradually, but instead of rushing, he broke away from your lips and trailed hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. Whe he reached your neck, he lingered there. His mouth was warm and wet as he sucked gently on your skin, then harder, clearly intending to leave marks.

‘’Been wanting to do this all night’’ he murmured against your throat with a low and rough voice, before sucking another dark hickey just below your ear.

‘’Fuck– you’re going to leave marks,’’ you whispered, but there was no complaining in your voice; only arousal.

‘’Good,’’ Steve replied, biting down again. ‘’I want everyone downstairs to wonder who the hell has their mouth on you.’’

Your breath hitched, fingers threading into his hair as he continued biting slowly. 

Steve finally pulled back and without warning, he grabbed your waist and tossed you onto the bed. He climbed over you, settling between your spread legs, and kissed you once more on the lips before going lower.

His hands pushed your skirt up to your hips and looked down at your soaked panties with hunger.

Steve pushed your panties to the side and slowly slid two fingers through your slick folds, coating them in your wetness.

‘’You’re fucking dripping,’’ he said with hoarse voice. ‘’all this for me?’’

Before you could even answer, he slowly pushed both fingers inside you.

‘’Oh my god–’’ you moaned, back arching slightly at the stretch. 

Steve groaned at how tight and wet you felt. He started pumping his fingers slowly, curling them gently inside you and exploring every inch of your walls with deliberate care.

‘’Shit, you’re so warm,’’ he breathed, watching his fingers disappear inside you. “And so fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing me.”

He kept the pace slow but deep, curling his fingers upward with every thrust and searching for that perfect spot. When he found it, your whole body jerked.

“Right there?” he asked, a smirk in his voice as he rubbed that spot again.

“Yes— fuck, right there,” you gasped, hips rolling against his hand.

Steve’s fingers moved faster, fucking you with steady wet sounds. He kept curling them perfectly against your g-spot while his thumb found your clit and rubbed tight circles over it.

“Steve… I’m close,” you whimpered, gripping the sheets.

You were panting when Steve started kissing his way down your body. He pressed wet kisses down your stomach, licking and sucking lightly on your skin.

He kissed your hips, then moved to your inner thighs, teasing you mercilessly. 

He kissed and bit the sensitive flesh there, getting closer and closer to your dripping pussy but never quite touching it.

“Steve… please,” you begged, voice shaky. “Stop teasing me.”He chuckled darkly against your thigh.

“So needy already?”

Finally, after what felt like torture, Steve hooked his arms under your thighs, spread you open even wider, and buried his face between your legs with a deep, satisfied groan.

His tongue was hot and eager —long, wet licks from your dripping entrance up to your clit– then sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. Two fingers pushed back inside your tight cunt, curling and stroking your inner walls while he devoured you.

“Fuck… your pussy tastes so good,” he groaned against your wet folds, the vibrations making you shiver. “So fucking wet. You’re dripping.”

He ate you out with filthy enthusiasm, licking, sucking, and fingering you relentlessly. Every time you got close to the edge, he slowed down, edging you cruelly until you were whimpering and desperate.

Just as his tongue started flicking rapidly over your clit again, the bedroom door opened.

Jonathan stood in the doorway, completely frozen.

He had come upstairs drunk, looking for the bathroom, and walked straight into the obscene sight: Steve on his knees between your spread legs, face buried in your pussy and his fingers buried deep inside you.

Jonathan didn’t leave. He stayed rooted in place, breathing fast and shallow. His hand moved almost unconsciously to the front of his jeans, palming the obvious bulge there before slowly pulling his long, hard cock out and starting to stroke himself as he watched Steve eat you out.

Steve lifted his head, lips and chin glistening with your juices. 

“What the fuck, Byers? You’re just gonna stand there watching like a total fucking pervert?”

Jonathan’s face burned red. 

“I… shit, I was looking for the bathroom. I didn’t mean to—”

Steve kept his fingers slowly pumping in and out of your soaked cunt, making you whimper. 

“Yeah, sure. But you’re not leaving, are you? Look how hard you are just from watching me tongue-fuck her.” his voice dropped, low and aroused. “So here’s the deal. Either get the fuck out right now… or come in, close the door, and stay. Choose fast.”

You were panting, body throbbing with need after being edged for so long. The hungry way Jonathan was staring at your exposed pussy sent another rush of wetness through you. 

You looked at him and gave a small, needy nod. Jonathan stepped inside and locked the door with a shaky hand.

Steve smirked and gave your clit one last slow teasing lick, making your thighs tremble. He finally stood up, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. Without hesitation, he kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself on him.

Then he turned to Jonathan, who was still stroking his cock, eyes dark and fixed on your spread legs.Steve smirked, voice low and filthy. 

“Look at you… jerking that cock like a desperate little perv while I finger-fuck her. Bet you’ve never seen a pussy this wet before. You want to try her, Byers? Want a taste of this sweet pussy?”

Jonathan’s breath hitched, clearly thinking Steve was offering him the chance to eat you out. But Steve had other plans.

He grabbed Jonathan by the collar, yanked him forward, and kissed him hard. Jonathan moaned in surprise as Steve pushed his tongue into his mouth, letting him taste your wetness directly. The kiss was rough, possessive, and messy. Jonathan could clearly taste your pussy on Steve’s tongue, and the realization made him groan loudly into the kiss.

Steve pulled back with a wicked grin. “That’s what I thought.”

He turned back to you, eyes burning with pure lust. Standing at the edge of the bed, he finally reached down and started undoing his jeans. He popped the button open slowly, then dragged the zipper down, the sound loud in the room. He pushed the denim down his hips along with his black boxers, letting them fall to his ankles.

His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, and painfully hard. The swollen head was already leaking precum that dripped down the length. It bobbed heavily between his legs, clearly throbbing with need after months of being untouched.

“Such a greedy fucking hole,” Steve growled, rubbing the thick head of his cock up and down your folds. “Been dripping for me all night, hasn’t it?”

Steve kicked his jeans and boxers off completely, standing fully naked now, his muscular body on full display — broad shoulders, defined chest, and that thick cock pointing straight at you.

“Been waiting too fucking long for this,” he growled.

Steve grabbed your hips, flipped you onto your back, and spread your legs wide open. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness.

“Beg for it,” he growled.

“Please, Steve,” you moaned, hips lifting toward him. “Fuck me. I need you.”

With a deep, satisfied groan, Steve lined himself up and slammed his thick cock into your pussy in one brutal, deep thrust.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned loudly, burying every inch inside you. “This pussy is so fucking tight… so warm and wet. I’ve been dying to stretch you open for months.”

He didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you with hard, deep, powerful strokes, his hips slamming against your ass. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock plunging into your creamy cunt filled the entire room

“Yeah? You like feeling every inch?” He grabbed your thighs and pushed them back toward your chest, folding you in half. The new angle let him sink even deeper. “Take my cock like a good little slut. This pussy was made for me tonight.” 

While he railed you mercilessly, you turned your head to the side. Jonathan was kneeling beside the bed, stroking his long cock faster, eyes glued to the sight of Steve’s thick shaft stretching you open.

“Come here,” you gasped. “Let me suck you.”

Jonathan moved closer. You turned your head and took his cock into your mouth, sucking him eagerly, drooling around his length while Steve continued pounding into you.

“Fuck… look at that,” Steve groaned, hips never slowing. “Sucking his cock while I destroy this greedy pussy. You love being used by both of us, don’t you? Such a dirty fucking girl.”

Jonathan was breathing hard. 

“Steve… shut the fuck up.”

Steve laughed breathlessly, still thrusting hard and deep.“Why? You don’t like hearing how wet her cunt is? Listen to it, Byers. That sloppy sound is her pussy begging for more.”

Jonathan growled in frustration. He suddenly leaned forward, grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, and kissed him hard to shut him up. Their mouths crashed together messily above you, tongues sliding aggressively while Steve kept fucking you without mercy.

You moaned loudly around Jonathan’s cock, the vibrations traveling through him as you watched the two of them making out sloppily. Steve broke the kiss just enough to speak against Jonathan’s lips, still pounding into you.

“Shit…” Jonathan gasped, his voice hoarse and surprised. “Your mouth feels so fucking good… so warm and wet.”

Jonathan’s hand gently tangled in your hair, not forcing you, but guiding you as you sucked him deeper. “Just like that… fuck, keep sucking me. Your throat is so tight… you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

Steve laughed breathlessly, still railing you hard. “Hear that, baby? He’s already losing it because of your mouth. Suck him harder.” 

You obeyed, taking Jonathan even deeper, gagging wetly as his cock hit the back of your throat. Drool ran down your chin and dripped onto your tits as you sucked him with sloppy, eager enthusiasm.

You pulled off Jonathan’s cock for a second, gasping for air.

“Steve… I’m so close— fuck, I’m gonna cum—”

“Cum for me, baby,” Steve growled, slamming into you even harder. “Cum all over my cock while Jonathan kisses me. Let him hear how loud you scream when I fuck this greedy little cunt.”

Your orgasm crashed through you violently. You cried out around Jonathan’s cock as your pussy clenched hard around Steve, gushing wetly all over his thick shaft. 

Steve groaned loudly and buried himself as deep as possible, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum.He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing heavily, then slowly pulled out. His cum leaked from your stretched hole.Steve moved to the side, kneeling beside you. 

He wrapped his hand around his still-hard cock and started stroking himself slowly, watching with dark eyes.

“Your turn, Jonathan,” he said, voice rough. “Fuck her. I want to watch you fill her up too.”

Jonathan positioned himself between your legs.

“You sure?” Jonathan asked you, voice low and slightly shaky with arousal.

“Yes,” you moaned, spreading your legs wider. “Fuck me, Jonathan. I want you inside me.”

He rubbed his long cock against your cum-slick pussy, then he pushed in slowly at first, savoring every inch. His cock slid into your cum-filled pussy with a wet, squelching sound.

“Fuck…” Jonathan groaned, eyes closing for a second. 

“She’s so full… so warm and sloppy with your cum.”

He started fucking you with deep, steady strokes. You moaned loudly, still sensitive.

Steve stroked himself faster, eyes fixed on where Jonathan’s cock disappeared inside your creamy, cum-filled pussy.

“Does it feel good?” he asked you, voice rough. “Tell me how I feel inside you.”

“So good,” you moaned, hands gripping his shoulders. “You’re so deep… fuck me harder, Jonathan.”

Encouraged by your words, Jonathan started fucking you with more force, his hips snapping against you. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock plunging into your cum-filled pussy grew louder.

“That’s it, Byers,” Steve said, voice low and filthy. “Fuck her nice and deep. Feel my cum inside her? You’re sliding through it. Such a messy fucking pussy now.”

“She feels so good…”

You whimpered, gripping the sheets. 

“Jonathan… harder… please…” Steve smirked, jerking his cock steadily. 

“Hear that? She wants it harder. Give it to her. Pound that cum-filled cunt.” Jonathan obeyed, fucking you with longer, more forceful thrusts. The wet, squelching sounds were even louder now with both their cum inside you.

Steve kept talking the entire time, his hand moving faster. Jonathan obeyed, gripping your hips and fucking you with long, powerful strokes. His breathing was ragged.

“Look at her face… she loves being passed around. You gonna fill her up again, Jonathan? Gonna add your load to mine?”

Jonathan’s breathing became ragged. He leaned down and kissed you messily as he fucked you harder.

With a broken groan, Jonathan buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum into your already overflowing pussy.

Steve stroked himself faster, watching Jonathan fill you, and came again with a low moan, shooting his load across your tits and stomach. The three of you finally collapsed in a sweaty, sticky, exhausted pile on the bed.

Steve gently cleaned you with a towel, wiping between your legs and your chest with surprising care. He pulled you against his chest and kissed your forehead softly.

“You okay?” he whispered. You nodded, still trembling. 

“Yeah… I’m good.” Jonathan lay on your other side, gently brushing hair away from your face.

Steve smirked tiredly.

“Best party I’ve ever thrown.”

You had been dating Steve Harrington for six months, and you were convinced that no one in the history of Hawkins had ever been as hopelessly in love as he was with you.

He showed it in every action he did. 

The way he memorized your coffee order. The way he’d show up at your house at 2 a.m. when you couldn’t sleep. The way he looked at you like you hung the moon and stars, even on your worst days. 

Steve loved you deeply, openly, and with his whole heart. But lately, something else has taken over your mind completely.

It was the Family Video uniform.

The green vest. That stupid cheap green vest that somehow looked criminal on him. It stretched perfectly across his shoulders and chest, hugging every line of muscle he’d built from years of basketball and fighting monsters that no one else believed. 

The polo underneath clung to his body, the short sleeves tight around his biceps and it made your mouth water.

Every time he reached up to grab a tape from the top shelf or leaned over the counter to help a customer, the fabric pulled tight across his chest and your brain went straight to the gutter.

You had been ridiculously, shamefully turned on by that uniform for weeks. You tried to hide it. You told yourself it was silly.

But every time you saw Steve wearing it, your pussy throbbed, your thighs pressed together, and your mind filled with filthy thoughts about him fucking you in the back room while still wearing it.

Today, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You walked into Family Video a little after 5 p.m., telling yourself you were only there to drop off the new horror tape for Robin. That was the official story. The real reason became obvious the second you saw him.

Steve was on the phone behind the counter, looking unfairly hot. The green vest fit him like it was made for him.

It stretched across his shoulders and chest, accentuating every muscle. 

His hair was still perfectly styled despite the long shift, a few strands falling over his forehead. When he laughed at something the customer said, that warm, charming sound went straight between your legs. 

You walked up to the counter slowly, eyes shamelessly dragging over his body. Steve noticed you immediately. His hazel eyes locked onto yours and his professional smile turned into something softer, more intimate.

“Yeah, we’ve got three copies left,” he said into the phone, but his gaze never left you. “We can hold one for you until tomorrow… No problem at all.” He hung up without saying goodbye, dropping the phone on the counter with a clatter. 

He rounded the counter in three long strides and pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck.

“Missed you,” he murmured against your skin. “Been thinking about you all day.” You melted into him, breathing in his familiar scent mixed with the faint smell of the store.

“I missed you too,” you whispered. “Steve… Can we talk in the back for a second? I need to tell you something” He pulled back, concern flashing across his face. 

“Everything okay?” 

Before you could reply, two girls who looked like they were home from college walked up to the counter, giggling loudly.

“Hi Steve,” the blonde one said, twirling her hair with a flirty smile. “We need help finding a movie for date night. Something romantic… or maybe something that sets the mood, you know?”

The brunette leaned on the counter, pushing her chest forward. “We always trust your taste. You always know exactly what we need.”

You felt a sharp twist of jealousy in your stomach. These girls flirted with him shamelessly every single time they came in.

Steve was too nice to shut it down harshly, but it still annoyed you. He gave them his polite customer-service smile. 

“Sure. What kind of vibe are you going for?” The blonde batted her lashes. 

“Something that makes you want to get closer to someone. You know… something steamy.” You crossed your arms, biting the inside of your cheek.

Steve noticed your expression immediately and his smile turned just a little smug as he glanced at you.

“Actually,” he said smoothly, “my girlfriend has great taste in movies. Babe, you want to help them pick something?” The girls turned to look at you, their smiles fading slightly. 

You forced a sweet smile and recommended a movie, keeping your voice polite but cool. The moment they left with their tapes, Steve leaned over the counter toward you, voice low and teasing.

“You jealous, sweetheart?” he asked, eyes sparkling with amusement.You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“They were practically throwing themselves at you. Again. The way that brunette was leaning over the counter and pushing her chest out….” Steve chuckled, low and warm. 

He reached out and gently brushed his thumb along your wrist under the counter.

“They’re just customers, baby. You know I only have eyes for you.” You huffed, still feeling the sting of jealousy. 

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it. They do this every time. Flirting with you like I’m not standing right here.” Steve’s expression softened. He leaned closer, voice dropping even lower.

“You know you’re the only one I want, right? No one else gets me like this.” He squeezed your hand. “Come on. Let’s go to the back so you can help me with work.”

Steve’s eyes darkened. He took your hand and led you through the employees-only door into the small storage room at the back.

The moment the door clicked shut, he had you pressed against the wall, mouth crashing into yours.

“Tell me what’s going on, baby,” he whispered between kisses, hands sliding under your sundress. “You’ve been looking at me like that for weeks. What’s got you so worked up?” You moaned softly, fingers gripping the green vest tightly.“

"This is ridiculous to say," you said nervously, afraid he would make fun of you. "I mean, it's embarrassing."

"Darling, I would never think such a thing about what you say or think." He ran a hand along your cheek. "Tell me."

‘’It’s this uniform,” you admitted, voice shaky with need. “Steve, I can’t stop thinking about it. You look so fucking hot in it. The way it fits your shoulders, your chest, your arms… I’ve been soaked for weeks just thinking about you wearing it while you fuck me.”

Steve groaned, pressing his hips against yours so you could feel how hard he already was.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed. “You’ve been suffering because of this stupid green vest? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He kissed you harder, tongue sliding against yours as his hands roamed your body. “I love you so much,” he murmured. “I’d wear this vest every day if it makes you this desperate for me.”

His hand slid into your panties, fingers finding you dripping wet. He groaned low in his throat.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. You’re soaked. All this just from seeing me in the uniform?” You nodded.

Steve didn’t waste another second. He spun you around and pressed your chest against the cold metal shelves, yanking your sundress up to your waist with one rough tug. 

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your thighs, letting them pool at your ankles.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.

You obeyed immediately, widening your stance. Steve’s hand moved between your thighs from behind. 

His fingers teased your soaked folds for a moment, spreading your wetness, before he pushed two thick fingers inside you in one smooth, deep thrust.You gasped sharply, gripping the shelf in front of you.

“Steve— fuck— yes… I can’t help it. You look so good in this uniform. It makes me want you so bad…” He started pumping his fingers slowly at first, curling them upward to stroke that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.

His thumb found your clit and rubbed slow, firm circles around it.

He leaned in, pressing his chest against your back, lips brushing your ear as he fingered you deeper.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and dominant. “So fucking desperate for me. You came all the way here pretending you wanted to see Robin, but we both know you just wanted my cock while I’m wearing this uniform.” You whimpered, gripping his shoulders.

He added a third finger, stretching you wider. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you filled the small storage room.

“Listen to how wet you are,” he growled, moving faster. “You’re making such a mess on my hand, baby. So fucking sloppy for me.”

Your legs started shaking. Steve wrapped his free arm around your waist to hold you up, still fucking you with his fingers.

“You’re clenching so tight around my fingers,” he said, voice full of dark satisfaction. “You gonna cum already? Just from my fingers? That’s how desperate you are for me?’’

”Yes— Steve. I’m so close...” you moaned, voice breaking.He curled his fingers harder, rubbing your clit faster with his thumb.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers. Let me feel it.”

You came hard with a broken cry, walls clenching rhythmically around his three fingers. Your thighs trembled violently as pleasure crashed through you.

Steve didn’t stop, continuing to pump his fingers through your orgasm, drawing it out until you were whimpering and oversensitive. 

When he finally pulled his fingers out, they were shiny and dripping with your arousal. He brought them to your mouth.

“Open,” he commanded.You parted your lips and he slid his fingers inside. You sucked them obediently, tasting yourself while looking up at him with hazy eyes.

“Good girl,” Steve praised, voice rough. “Taste how sweet you are for me.”

“Please, Steve. I need you…” He kissed you deeply, tasting you on your own tongue, before dropping to his knees again.

“Now let me taste you properly.”

Steve buried his face between your thighs without hesitation. His tongue dragged slowly from your entrance up to your clit in one long, wet stripe. You gasped, legs shaking as you gripped the shelf tighter.

“Steve— oh my god.” He groaned against you, the vibration sending shivers up your spine.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbled. “So wet and sweet for me. Been thinking about this pussy all day.” His tongue was relentless.

He licked broad, flat strokes through your folds, savoring every drop of your arousal, then focused on your swollen clit with firm, precise circles. 

He sucked your clit into his mouth, humming happily as your thighs trembled around his head.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly. You moaned loudly, one hand flying to his hair, gripping it tightly.

“Steve— fuck... your mouth feels so good… don’t stop, please.” He slid two fingers back inside you, curling them against that perfect spot while his tongue worked your clit faster. 

The wet, filthy sounds of him devouring you filled the small room; loud slurping, his groans of pleasure, and your desperate moans.

“You’re dripping down my chin, baby,” he groaned, looking up at you with dark eyes, lips shiny with your arousal. “Such a messy, needy girl. You love when I eat this pretty pussy, don’t you?” 

“Yes— yes. I love it,” you whimpered. “Steve, please. I’m so close...” He sucked harder on your clit, fingers pumping faster. 

His free hand gripped your ass, spreading you wider so he could bury his tongue even deeper and your thighs started shaking. 

“Cum for me,” he growled against you. 

“Cum on my tongue, baby. Let me taste it.” You came hard, crying out his name, hips grinding against his face as pleasure crashed over you. 

Steve didn’t stop, licking you through it, drawing out every last wave until your legs were trembling. When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were glistening. He stood up, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

“You taste so fucking good,” he whispered. “But I need to be inside you now.” 

He spun you around, pressing your chest against the shelves. He pushed your dress up to your waist, lined up the thick head of his cock at your entrance, and rubbed it slowly up and down your soaked folds.

“Steve…” you whimpered, pushing back against him desperately. He gripped your hip with one hand and leaned in close, lips brushing your ear.

“You ready for me, baby?” he asked, voice dark. “I’m really fucking hard… and I’m not gonna go slow.”

Before you could answer, he thrust forward, pushing the thick head of his cock inside you. You gasped sharply at the stretch. 

Steve was big —thick and long— and the sudden fullness made your eyes roll back.

“Fuck— Steve… you’re so big,” you moaned, gripping the shelf tighter.

He groaned deeply, pushing in another inch, then another, stretching you open slowly but relentlessly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Steve groaned, gripping your hips. “This pussy was made for me.” He started fucking you deep and steady, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast while the other held your hip.

“Yes— God, Steve… you’re so…you’re so big…”

“Quiet, baby,” he warned, pounding into you harder. “Don’t want anyone hearing how well I’m fucking you while I’m still in uniform.” You tried, but it was impossible. 

One of his hands moved up to your mouth.

“Open,” he ordered. You parted your lips and he slid two thick fingers inside, pressing them against your tongue.

“Suck,” he commanded, still pounding into you from behind. “Suck my fingers while I fuck you.”

You moaned around his fingers, sucking them obediently as he fucked you harder. His other hand gripped your hip tightly, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust.

Steve felt too good. He reached around and rubbed your clit in tight circles, mouth against your ear.

Steve leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, fucking you deep and rough.

“That’s it,” he panted. “Suck my fingers like a good girl while I ruin this pussy. You love it when I’m rough, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, sucking harder on his fingers.

“You’re clenching so tight around me, you gonna cum for me again? Gonna cream all over my cock while I’m wearing this uniform?”

You moaned loudly around his fingers, nodding desperately. Steve pulled his fingers out of your mouth, replacing them with his lips in a messy, desperate kiss as he kept fucking you hard.

“Yes— Steve— I’m so close—”

“Cum, baby. Let me feel it.” You came hard, clenching around him. Steve didn’t stop. He pulled out, spun you around, lifted you onto a stack of boxes, and thrust back inside you.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum. You want that? Want me to breed you right here while I’m wearing this uniform?”

“Yes— please, Steve. Fill me up. I want it so bad.” Steve fucked you harder, hands gripping your thighs.

“Gonna put a baby in you one day,” he panted. “But right now I’m gonna fill this pussy until it’s leaking down your legs.” You came again, crying out into his mouth. 

Steve followed right after, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you with a deep groan, filling you with hot, thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside you, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.

“Best… day… ever,” he whispered. You smiled, still feeling him twitching inside you.

“I love you, Steve.’’

He kissed you once more, slow and sweet, before carefully pulling out.

You both rushed to make yourselves look somewhat presentable; you fixing your dress and smoothing your hair, Steve tucking himself back into his pants and trying to straighten his wrinkled green vest.

Just as Steve leaned in to steal one last kiss, the door to the storage room swung open.

Robin stepped inside, holding a plastic bag from the diner across the street and a drink carrier.

“Hey dingus, I brought you — oh. Oh wow.” She stopped dead in her tracks.Her eyes slowly scanned the scene: Steve’s flushed face and messy hair, the very obvious hickeys on his neck, your disheveled dress, and the unmistakable smell of sex in the small room.

Robin’s expression went from surprise to pure, dramatic disgust in record time.

“Oh my God,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“You have got to be kidding me. In the storage room? While I was gone for fifteen minutes getting lunch? Really, Harrington? You couldn’t keep it in your pants for one afternoon?” You felt your face burn bright red. You hid against Steve’s chest, mortified.

Steve tried to play it cool, but his ears were pink. 

“We were… restocking.” Robin let out a loud, sarcastic laugh.

“Restocking. Sure. That’s what they’re calling it now? Because from where I’m standing it looks like you were restocking her uterus.”

She shook her head, walking further into the room despite her complaints.

“I swear, I leave for ten minutes to get you a burger, and you decide to turn the storage room into your personal love den. Classy. Really classy.”

You peeked out from Steve’s chest, face still burning.

“Sorry, Robin…” you mumbled, embarrassed. Robin looked at you and her expression softened just a tiny bit, but the sarcasm remained.

“Oh don’t apologize to me. Apologize to the poor boxes that are never going to be the same. I’m never eating lunch in this room again. Ever. I’m scared for life.”

She pointed at Steve with one of the drink cups.

“And you. Fix your vest. You look like you just got railed by a very enthusiastic girlfriend. Which… you did.” Steve laughed, pulling you closer to his side.

“Worth it,” he said, grinning.Robin rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful.

“Disgusting. Both of you. I’m going back to the front before I throw up. And Steve? If I see one single suspicious stain on any of these boxes, you’re cleaning the entire store.” She turned to leave and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Steve let out a loud laugh, burying his face in your hair.

“We are never living this down,” he mumbled. You groaned, still blushing furiously, hiding your face in his chest.

“Kill me now.” Steve kissed the top of your head, arms wrapping tighter around you.

“Worth it,” he whispered again.

Chapter 2

The second day started with a low tension that still stuck to your chest at night in the bar. 

You arrived at the hotel a little before noon, the boys probably had breakfast and were waiting for you, so you rushed as much as possible.

The first thing that happened as soon as you arrived was that the boys received you with two kisses as a greeting, which they seemed to have learned in the last few hours since they had arrived.

You were a little surprised when it first came by Joe, who put his hand on your back bringing his cheek closer to yours, and you were so surprised that your cheeks blushed.

'Do you guys have any idea where you want to go today, or do you trust my decisions blindly?' you asked when you parted from the other hugs. 

They looked at you for a moment, seeing who would speak first. So the first to speak was Javi.

"Take us to somewhere useful," he said, taking off his cap. "We’ve been talking and need new clothes for at least the sideshow. Some new t-shirts, maybe a jacket or two. I thought maybe you knew a place where we wouldn’t be mobbed and things looked really good."

You nodded slowly, already thinking. 

"I know a vintage house on the Palermo and I think it’s perfect for stage shit." 

"Sold," Joe said immediately. The others agreed without much argument.

You called a taxi to make the trip more covertly. And as soon as it arrived; Wes and Javi started to jump in like a race. Although it didn’t make sense, because everyone knew the front seat would be for the manager. 

The rest of the team took another taxi. 

"Shotgun!" Wes shouted, claiming the front seat even though no one listened to him.

You and Joe stood on the sidewalk by the second cab. Joe looked at the car, then at you, already smiling as if he knew what was coming.

Wes rolled down the window from the first taxi and yelled back, grinning. “You two figure it out!”

Joe turned to the group with a raised eyebrow, his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear but still casual. 

“Wait, you guys are really not gonna let her sit comfortably? There’s three of us. One of you lazy fucks can squeeze or take another, or even sit in my lap.” Wes leaned out further, laughing. 

“Hell no. I’m not sitting on anyone’s lap. My legs are too long anyway.” 

“Yeah, man. I’m not doing it either.’’ Now Javi talked again while he sat inside the car. “Dude, she’s smaller. It makes more sense if she just sits on you. We’re not moving.”

Joe shook his head. “You’re all seriously gonna make her sit on my lap because you’re too lazy to share properly? She’s our guide, not some furniture.”

“Exactly. She’s the professional here. She can handle it. I’m sure she trusts you enough.” Wes shrugged dramatically.

“Come on, Joe. Stop being dramatic. It’s just a short ride’’ Javi laughed louder. Joe glanced at you, his eyes were sparkling with amusement. 

“Are you hearing this shit?” 

“Oh yeah– I am.” you crossed your arms, trying not to smile.

The first taxi driver honked impatiently. Joe looked at you again while his voice was dropping just for you.

“Are you okay with this? I don’t want you feeling weird.” He said. You shrugged, keeping it light even though your pulse had already kicked up. 

“I’ve dealt with worse. Let’s just go before they leave us here.” Joe exhaled, still pretending to be annoyed at the band. 

He slid into the backseat first. You followed without making a big deal about it, climbing straight onto his lap, then you adjusted your legs draped across his thighs. The door clicked shut. 

Joe’s hands came up immediately: one landing lightly on your hip and the other resting on the top of your thigh. The contact was warm and constant and in every small bump in the road, he pressed you closer against him. 

"Are you comfortable?" he asked softly, so the driver wouldn’t hear it.

You looked down at him, faces close enough that you could see the mustache and the green in his eyes catching the passing light. 

“At least– you’re comfortable.”

He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest into your leg. 

“High praise.” the taxi merged into Palermo and every bump in the road jostled you against him. 

His hand on your hip tightened just a fraction when the driver hit a pothole, fingers spreading slightly like he was making sure you didn’t slide off.

“Are you always this bossy about taxis?” he murmured, thumb brushing with a small absent circle on the side of your thigh through your jeans.

“Sometimes.” you shifted your weight deliberately, settling more fully onto his lap. “Besides, you don’t seem to mind.”

His eyes flicked up to yours. 

“I don’t.”

The car stopped. You were hyperconscious of each point of contact and his beanie was slightly twisted by the movement, with some curls escaping from the nape.

You raised your hand without thinking and you pointed it.

"This again. It’s like twenty degrees outside and you’re dressed for winter 

 "It’s a habit. Hides the hair when it’s messy."

"Messy looks better," you said lightly, but your voice sounded a bit lower than you wanted. "You must be dying of heat." 

He smiled, his hand still on your hip. ‘’Is it part of your job to be a fashion consultant and hairdresser, or do you just offer to do my hair too?" 

"Maybe."

The air in the backseat became thicker with things unsaid. When the taxi finally stopped in front of the shop, you slowly got off his lap. 

Joe’s hands were on your waist for a second longer than necessary to help you. On the sidewalk, he adjusted his beanie but didn’t take it off completely. 

"We need something different."

Inside the store, the shelves were filled with jackets, shirts, and camouflaged pieces. 

The boys dispersed quickly, but before that, they showed up with the store owner, who seemed quite happy with the boys' presence.

You translated the entire conversation for them, doing your job, and then Joe stopped at a military-style shirt shelf and pulled out an olive green t-shirt with striking white letters on the chest: BUENOS AIRES and some other words. 

He held her against his body and turned to you and the boys. 

"What do you guys think? For the show?"

"It looks good. The graphic is strong, it will stand out under the lights. And there’s something about Argentina there, people will like it." said Wes as he looked over the other clothes.

"Much better than the winter clothes you have. Seriously, Joe– beanie and jacket in this weather? You are going to melt on stage." you laughed in a low, warm voice. 

"You’re really on my ass about the layers."

"Because it’s ridiculous." you crossed your arms with a sarcastic smile."At least take off the jacket or the beanie while we’re inside. One of them– for my sanity."

He ended up buying that military shirt and some other things. While he was paying, you were waiting near the door. 

When he came out with the bag, he stopped right in front of you and took off his hat dramatically, putting it in his jacket pocket. His hair was messy and slightly damp. 

"Better?" he asked, touching it a little bit. You nodded slightly.

"The jacket is still on the list." you were going to talk again until the boys did it first.

"Food," Wes declared immediately, throwing his new jacket over his shoulder. "I’m starving. I need real food." Javi nodded his head, already checking his phone.

‘’Yes, something local. I want what normal people eat around here." you checked the time and pointed down a quieter side street. 

“There’s a small place two blocks away. Nothing fancy, just good grilled meat, decent wine, and locals eating there. Sounds good?”

“Yeah. Sounds perfect.” Joe said.

The walk was short and relaxed. Wes and Javi kept the energy high the whole way, bouncing off each other like always.

Wes walked backwards, facing the group. “Okay, real question— how do we not embarrass ourselves ordering in Spanish?”

Javi laughed and shoved him lightly. “Just let her order and we’ll point at stuff.”

Joe walked beside you, quieter than the other two but clearly listening. Every now and then his shoulder would brush yours when the sidewalk narrowed, but he didn’t make a big deal out of it.

Wes turned to you. 

“What’s the move? Should we just say ‘bring us this’ or is there a smart way to do this?” you smiled. 

“I’ll order.” Wes grinned. 

“Bring it. I’ll try anything. Except all this sitting on someone’s lap in a taxi thing. That job is officially Joe’s from now on.”

Joe shook his head with a small laugh. 

“You two are never going to drop that, huh?”

Javi smirked. “Never. You handled it like good though. Very professional.”

The restaurant appeared at the corner: modest front, faded sign, wooden tables with red-and-white checkered cloths, and the smoky scent drifting out. 

Only half the tables were taken — mostly locals talking loudly. The grill was visible at the back, an older man flipping cuts of meat over wood flames.

You greeted the waiter  and got a big table near the back, away from the windows for a bit more privacy.

Once seated, Wes immediately grabbed the menu even though it was in Spanish. 

“Alright, translate everything. I want to know what I’m getting.”

The meal passed comfortably; plates coming and going, wine, stories and the table getting louder as the bottle emptied. 

As you stepped out onto the sidewalk, the late afternoon light hit differently. A small group of fans —about two girls— had somehow spotted the band. They were waiting politely near the door, phones already out, a couple of them holding signs and small gifts.

The fans were excited but respectful: no screaming, just nervous energy and quick Spanish mixed with English.

“Can we get a photo?” one of them asked shyly, stepping forward.

You glanced at Joe and the band, checking if they were okay with it. Joe gave a small nod.

“Sure,” he said with a calm voice.

The next few minutes turned into a quick photo session right there on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. Wes and Javi jumped in immediately posing with their arms around the fans.

One girl handed Javi a small gift she had made; he took it with a big grin and immediately posed for a selfie with her.

After a few more individual photos and some quick hugs, the fans dispersed happily, already checking the pictures on their phones and waving as they walked away.

Wes exhaled dramatically once they were gone. 

“That was cute. But I’m officially tired now.” 

“They were sweet. One of them came just for tomorrow. Wild.” Javi was still grinning.

The Boca match happened the same afternoon. You had pulled strings the night before at Uptown and again after the restaurant lunch, calling in every favor you had with the Boca press office. Four tickets.

Production almost had a heart attack when you told them, but you promised you could handle the chaos. 

Wes kept saying “this is gonna be insane,” Javi was already practicing for his screams and Joe… Joe was quieter, but you could see the curiosity in his eyes every time he looked at you.

You snuck them out of the hotel the same way as always — service exit, quick sprint through the kitchens, tinted van waiting in the alley.

This time there were already a few fans lingering near the hotel, so the adrenaline was real. 

Joe ended up right behind you in the van, his knee brushing yours the entire ride to the match.

He didn’t say much, but every time the van hit a bump he steadied you with a light hand on your arm.

La Bombonera rose up like a blue-and-yellow beast as you approached.

The streets were already packed — flags everywhere, drums echoing off the buildings, the smell of cheap beer mixing with cigarette smoke. 

You led them through a side gate production had cleared, but once inside the popular stands it was pure madness: concrete stairs steep as hell, bodies pressed tight, the roar hitting you like a wall the second you stepped into the light.

You found your spots halfway up— perfect view of the pitch, right in the middle of the singing section. The air was electric even before kickoff. 

Wes’s eyes were huge. 

“Holy fuck. This is louder than any show we’ve ever played.”

You laughed and corrected his pronunciation, leaning in so they could all hear you over the noise. Joe stood right beside you, shoulder to shoulder and beanie on again.

While the crowd continued singing in the stands and the stadium vibrated, a reporter from Boca Juniors' sports channel approached with a camera for a quick mini-interview.

The reporter asked him about the experience. Joe, still buzzing from the match, answered with complete honesty:

“Joe, thank you for being here. I think it's your first time in Argentina, so welcome.”

“Thank you very much for having me. Yes, thank you.”

“Okay. Well, you've just lived like the first half of the match. Do you think like La Bonbonera is like rock… a rock concert?”

“It does make me feel like that. I don't think I've ever been in a sports atmosphere that is as electric. It feels almost like church or something. Everybody's singing, everybody's participating. It's amazing. Yeah, it would be amazing to be up there in the singing section.”

‘’Of course, you have a show tomorrow and it's sold out. So the crowd will be amazing.’’

‘’Yeah, we've been getting hyped up about all the fans and being at this event has made me even more excited to see the crowd and play the show. Very excited.’’

You let the interview finish, staying to one side and watching him as he answered each question with subtle strategy and calm.

Joe adjusted the bag on his shoulder and started walking next to you as the group headed toward the main street to catch taxis back to the hotel. 

He didn’t say anything right away, but when the others were a few steps ahead he spoke quietly.

“Thanks for handling that smoothly,” he said. “Didn’t expect fans outside the restaurant.”

You shrugged. 

“It happens. You guys were good with them.”

“Still glad you were there.” he gave a small smile while his eyes flicked to you for a moment. 

The afternoon became long —shopping, the restaurant, and those unexpected photos— but it felt good. Back at the hotel, everyone split off to rest before the next day.

As Joe headed towards the back door of the hotel, he looked back once with that half-smile on his face he used to have.

“See you tomorrow,” he said simply. You nodded. 

“Bright and early. Don’t be late.”

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chapter 1

The arrival at international airport was the same as always: baggage claim and the boys who seemed to have jet-lag but seemed nervous about stepping into a new country. 

You were there early, with a clipboard in your hand –even though you were barely looking at it– The team with whom you usually worked told you everything: Joe keery and the whole band had a C Art Media show the night before the main stage of Lollapalooza on March 13. 

They told you that you would need to keep them as discreet as possible, show them the city, –which was your main role– and to handle any fan chaos, as well as help them with translation. 

You saw them first; Joe Keery leading alongside the manager, wearing a beanie and sunglasses even though he was inside the place, that typical half-smile as if he had already had fun with what was about to happen. 

Wes was yawning and Javi carried a trunk that seemed too heavy for just one arm. The other two boys followed, quieter.

You took the lead, professional but warm. 

"Hi guys. Nice to meet y’all." you were a bit nervous, and you introduced yourself with your name. ‘’I’m your guide for the next few days. Welcome to Buenos Aires. Let’s get out of here before people find out and start tweeting about that."

Joe shook your hand first –firm and quick– and his eyes met yours for a while longer than necessary. 

"Thank you. I heard that you’re the only one who knows where to go and where not." you blushed at his words. 

"Oh, it’s nothing... I just know where to go that won’t end up on every fan account in ten minutes."

After that, you introduced yourself to the others, but you especially felt the look of Wes, Joe, and Javi on you.

The van was waiting on the sidewalk, with tinted windows, no logos and totally black. You gathered them quickly, sliding into the copilot seat in the front area and leaving them behind.

Through the rearview mirror, you caught Joe seeing the city –the lights of Puerto Madero began to turn on at dusk– and he seemed delighted with that.

Once you arrived at the hotel: the check-in was smooth. You made a quick summary in the lobby: schedule for the sound test, Lolla the day later, free hours and plans for those. Wes immediately got excited.

"So... what’s the plan for tonight? We can’t just sit in the room and do nothing."

You looked at the group. They seemed tired but restless: the post-flight energy that makes people want to do something stupid.

‘’I was thinking about Palermo Soho. We can go to bars there to relax tonight. Are you guys in?" Joe nodded first.

"Yes. Lead the way." 

You gave them thirty minutes to drop off the bags and change. When they came back down, Joe had swapped one beanie for another –which you didn’t understand because it was so hot– a dark jacket and jeans. 

You took them down the kitchen service exit, past the laundry carts, through a side door to an alley. This time you weren’t running, just quick steps to the waiting van a block away. 

"Wow, nice strategy" Joe muttered as he sat next to you in the middle row, and he was close enough that his knee would graze yours when the van hit a bump.

First stop was UpTown BAR Subterraneo. Down the steep stairs, the first cold air hit immediately with a metallic touch of concrete and recirculating vents. Bulbs flickering above like old fluorescent lamps from the subway. 

You moved forward and they turned their gaze freely.

Then the replica of the subway car: walls of white tiles with selected graffiti, fake ads for non-existent products, roof straps balanced by hidden fans. 

You made them follow you until the doors after a small path opened, but they seemed fascinated with all sorts of decorations along the way.

The group paused inside, absorbing it.

"What the fuck." said Wes surprised while Javi continued speaking for him.

"This is... insane."

Joe didn’t speak. He took a step behind you, his eyes looking over the details, and when he finally spoke, he was amazed, almost breathless.

"This is unreal." Inside: the soft lighting and cocktail menu on heavy paper was already familiar to you. The waiter greeted you with your name.

You glanced back at him. "Thought American guys might appreciate the subway style."

The waiter asked you if you wanted the usual, you answered yes, and when he asked you about them, you made him wait.

Joe slipped next to you –enough for his knee to chew your knee again all night–. The others on the other side, who were already taking subtle pictures of the decor.

'Ordering rule,' you said, leaning to avoid the sound of music. ‘’The menu is like an MTA map: they put celebrity names and down a drink named like a song. Or even with directors or painters. Do some research and look at the drinks."

You moved your body closer to Joe’s to point out something in the Menu, and he didn’t seem uncomfortable with it.

Joe scanned the paper in front of him and then looked at you.

"What’s your choice?" you pointed to the bottom of the list.

"I usually order Lost in Manhattan." he nodded.

"I think I’m going to order the It’s up two you. To Frank Sinatra, a classic man."

Joe turned his gaze to the boys, who sounded much more distracted than he did.

''And you guys...? Do y’all know?'’

When the waiter returned, you tried to help the boys order in Spanish, but the slightly awkward accents and lack of pronunciation made you start laughing a bit, causing the boys to smile and giggle.

The drinks arrived –decorated with tiny things– and Joe took his first sip slowly. 

No cough and no reaction. Just a measured breath.

"Better than the plane’s alcohol," he said. You laughed and the conversation calmed down.

Wes and Javi debated about the decoration in the place, but you and Joe ended up in a quieter conversation. He leaned on his back, with his arm along the couch and his fingers at the top near your shoulder, not touching you but close enough to feel the warmth.

"Do you come here often?" he asked. 

"Enough. It’s good for nights when you want to have fun."

He looked around again—the shadows on tiles giving you some atmosphere. 

"This place feels like a movie set."

"That's the point." you made a pause. His knee bumped yours again—first accidental, then deliberate. and he stayed there.

"Appreciate you skipping the tourists spots," he said quieter. "This feels... right."

"You don’t seem to have faith in me." He held your eyes for too long. The line landed in a soft tone, the closeness, the way his gaze tilted to your mouth for a fraction before returning

that constant buzzing, amplified by the closed space was interrupted by Wes, bowing down. 

‘’We have to take photos in the train before going. For the memories." 

Joe turned his eyes but stood up. "OK. Quick. No faces if anyone’s watching." 

You saw them heading towards the entrance, Joe’s loose walking, with his beanie down and his hands in his pocket. He looked over his shoulder, caught your attention through the dark room and nodded softly. 

''Just so you know, I’m not going to get drunk because tomorrow we have things to do, but once the lollapalooza is over, I think we deserve it.' announced Javi as he gave them a little kick in the back, smiled, and spent what was left of the night with them. 

The journey in the van was totally quiet, everyone was somnolient and tired except you. At the hotel entrance, Joe stopped before walking inside.

"Tomorrow we have a lot to do," he said.  

''At noon sharp. Don’t sleep late or I’ll drag you." He smiled wearily.

''I wouldn’t miss it. Good night." 

"Good night, Joe." you turned to the others who were just getting out of the van. ''Good night, guys.''