#steve x

“Alright, what do you want to talk about?”

You went with the first question that’s been in your mind all night. “What’s the deal with this wedding?”

Steve scratched his beard. “An old colleague of mine is getting married to another colleague of mine. They’re both pretty good friends so it would be kinda rude for me not to go.”

“You mentioned earlier that you were going to see someone. Who is it?”

Steve sighed and cast his eyes to the ground, “An ex.”

Your mouth formed an ‘o’, “I’m sorry, you don’t have to talk about that.”

Steve smiled kindly and stepped closer to you to let someone pass him on the sidewalk. “Well, enough about me. Your story by contrast is far more compelling.”

You gave a humorless laugh and looked up toward the sky. “Oh, my turn. Okay. Uh… I’m pretty straightforward. I’m a normal girl with one brother. My husband works in finance. Who I conveniently cannot provide a photograph because my phone is broken,” You roll your eyes and Steve chuckles.

“Conveniently. How’d you guys meet?”

You adjusted your purse strap. “I was in London working at Sotheby’s.”

Steve nods, “Bigshot.”

“Yeah after a few years in London I started getting this… I don’t know. Th-the French have this word, depaysement, um, disorientation like the feeling of not being in your home country. And I had a hard time making friends in London, and…”

Steve puts his hand on his heart and chuckles sympathetically, “Aw, that’s so sad!”

You chuckled too and reached up to scratch your head. “And so my boss was like, ‘Do you want to go to Boston for this show?’ And Michael was there.”

“Right.”

“Have you ever had a feeling and just known somewhere in your bones that someone was going to play a major part in your life?” You turned to look at Steve’s now soft features.

Steve nodded, “Yeah.” You knew there was something more to that but you just let it be. If he wanted to talk about it, he would.

You cleared your throat, “Anyway, he… his wife had just left him for this guy that we know and at that point she had just taken the kids. And so the last thing he wanted was to get involved with someone.”

“Well, for the record, I can’t imagine you being the last thing any man would want.” He let his gaze linger on you for a little longer, but you were comfortable with it.

“Thank you,” you turned away from his gaze, “So I, uh, I bought the painting that my boss wanted me to get and I sent it back without me, and I haven’t been to London since.”

Steve let out a big breath and shook his head. “A lot of complications there. Brave girl.”

“The funny thing is that I remain proud of it to this day. That I was… the girl who recognized love and jumped.” You sighed, “And now my marriage is going to be over. What I need is a time machine.”

Steve’s eyes lit up. I could tell he had an idea. He sped up ahead and stopped at a payphone. “Well, we kinda have one. A few years ago they turned all these old payphones into time machines. You pick one up dial 1993, and someone will pick up and tell you exactly what was happening on that corner at that time. It was funny.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him. You loved his playful imagination. “I don’t even need to call that far back. I just need to call yesterday.”

Steve, plucky as ever, snatched the phone up, “Well, let’s try.” Steve starts pressing buttons and makes the button sounds with his mouth. You had to laugh at this dork. He stares at you holding the phone out. “What would you tell yourself?”

You mosey over to the phone with a stupid grin one your face, much like the one Steve has as well. You put the phone up to your ear and tilt your head. “Y/N, it’s you from the future,” you playfully roll your eyes and look at Steve, “She doesn’t believe me.”

“Well, of course. You have to tell her something secret, something only you know.” He smiles cheekily and you know you’re going to have to tell an embarrassing secret.

You sigh, “So you know that tiny scar you have on your forehead? The one that you tell everyone you got while hiking in Argentina,” Steve bends down to look closer at your forehead, “ But you actually got at home while dancing around because you get way too excited during the song ‘The Election of 1800’ in the Hamilton soundtrack.”

Steve cranes his head back in laughter and grabs at his heart. “This is my favorite story already.”

“Sshh, it’s collect,” you joke with him. “So whenever Aaron Burr says ‘It’s 1800, ladies tell your husbands vote for burr’ you put way too much momentum in your swing across the floor and the corner of the counter caught you as you fell. You spent the whole night in the E.R.” You could still see Steve silently laughing his ass off next to you. “Okay, oh good. You believe me now. Okay, so whatever you do, don’t talk to any strangers outside the airport,” You side-eyed Steve playfully and smirked a bit to let him know you were joking.

Steve winces, “Ouch.”

“Actually… just skip Chicago altogether. Stay home, get a movie, order takeout, have a bubblebath and go to bed. Because everything will be fine in the morning. Alright.” You hang the phone back on the hook.

“Yeah but then you wouldn’t have met me,” Steve grins at you crookedly.

You look into his eyes and search for something. Some kind of answer that you wish was that easy to find. “I still haven’t figured out if that’s a good thing or a bad thing yet.”

Steve raises his eyebrows but brushes it off quickly. “Alright well let’s continue on our way.” Steve tries to walk away.

You pick up the phone and hold it out in his direction. “Oh, no. You’re not getting off that easy.”

Steve laughs, “No, no, no. I don’t mess with the physics of space and time.”

You stared directly into his eyes, “Hamilton.”

He laughs. It’s true, he does owe you after you told him that story. “Alright, alright, give it to me. But I don’t want to do yesterday; I want to do like 2014.” Steve imitates the sounds for pressing the buttons again. “Steve, hey it’s me, you from the future.” He moves the speaker from his mouth to comment to you “He bought it, idiot.”

You laugh at him despite wanting to hear an embarrassing story of his own.

“Listen, when the San Francisco Giants make the World Series, take all your money and put it on them to win. Yes, I know it sounds crazy. Do it. Okay, Bye.” Steve hangs up the phone.

You stare at him incredulously, “That’s it?”

Steve nods, “That’s it. Everyone knows when you got a time machine the first thing you do is gamble.”

“I wasn’t aware of that.”

“And…” Steve puts both hands inside his pockets and pulls them inside out to show nothing. “Nothing. Didn’t work.”

You laughed at him and linked arms to continue walking down the street. Steve looked down at your linked arms and then looked at you. A genuine smile spread across his face.

You continued walking for a few more blocks before Steve spoke up. “What if we just call your husband and tell him you’re in Chicago? We could make up a good reason.”

Wow, he must really think you were here cheating. Or at least doing something you didn’t want him to know about. “He already knows about Chicago.”

“Well, he doesn’t need to know what you’re doing here.”

“He knows that too.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Well, then why do you have to beat him home?” You turn to look at him. “What? Is there something you have to do before he gets there? Look, whatever it is, he’s an idiot if he can’t put it past him. And you’re not the type of girl to marry an idiot.”

You sigh. It was nice to hear those words but you knew given your situation it wasn’t true. “Even if there were something that I needed to do when I get back, I’m still not going to make it on time.”

“Okay well, let’s figure out a way to make it okay that you didn’t do whatever it is that you had to do.” Steve looked at you with pleading eyes. You could tell he really wanted to help. “Look, I’m sure you’ve already thought of this, but is there maybe someone else who can do it? Whatever it is?”

Oh my god, he was right. Maybe you could call someone. Steve could tell by the look on your face that you cracked the code. “I’m out of coins are you out of coins?”

Steve looked around frantically. There was a Laundromat that was still open right in front of you. He ran in quickly and started asking the only man in there questions. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about but Steve waved you in.

~~~~~~

You were on the strangers phone waiting and praying for your friend on the other line to pick up. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.”

A groggy voice answered, “Hello?”

“Pam, It’s Y/N.” You said frantically.

“Y/N?”

“I’m so sorry to call this late did I wake the baby?”

Pam whispered, “No, no. Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know how to say this but I need a huge favor right now.”

“Of course, of course, anything.”

God bless Pam. “I need you to go to my house and in the backyard there is a key in the magnet box by the pool filter. Take the key and go in the back door. The alarm code is 4242. Go up to the bedroom. On the bed is a letter, it’s addressed to Michael. Take it home and save it for me when I get back. But listen, promise me that you won’t read it.”

“Of course I won’t. You have my word. Okay, it’s 4AM now. How much time do I have?”

“You have like 5 hours.”

“It’s as good as done, Y/N.”

You could finally take a breath of relief. “I love you. Thank you”

“I love you too. Call me later when you get a chance. Everything is going to be okay, now. I promise. Bye.”

“Bye.”

You hung up the phone and closed your eyes for a second to appreciate your friend. Steve came over to you. You walk towards him and wrap your arms against his midsection and bury your face in his chest. Steve is shocked but responds quickly and wraps his arms around you and rubs your back soothingly. He dips his head down and places a small kiss on the top of your head. Neither of you would admit it, but this felt nice. It felt right.

~~~~~~~

billy and you had been in the same biology class, and you actually didn’t mind him. he was funny, cocky, and didn’t give a fuck. you liked that mentality.

steve didn’t like him. not one bit. he didn’t like billy because he was flirting with you non-stop. you really couldn’t tell that billy was, you were too in love with steve to notice.

“good afternoon, princess. how’s my favorite girl doing?” billy smirked and lean against his car

“good afternoon, billy. i’m doing fine. how’s my favorite asshole doing?”

“tired, but my day just got better cause i’ve see you” he winked and you rolled your eyes “want my cookies? i don’t feel like eating them”

“i mean.. i do want your cookies” he said and you gasped, slapping his arm

“excuse me! i have a boyfriend”

billy rolled his eyes “yeah yeah. i gotta go play basketball with your boyfriend right now, wanna come watch?

“sure”

“but i must warn you, i’m gonna be shirtless” billy smiled and bumped you with his arm, and you rolled your eyes

“you aren’t gonna be the one i’m looking at, hargrove”

billy and steve were the ones who had the ball the most. well, billy. he kept stealing it from steve, making shots.

in one time, billy was against steve, growling something in his ear before stealing the ball and tripping steve, jumping up ad crossing the ball between his legs and making the layup.

billy started to walk towards the opposite side of the court, looking at you and doing a funny thing with his tongue.

you rolled your eyes and waved, and jumped when coach blew the whistle.

“hit the showers, boys”

you got down from the bleachers and steve wrapped a towel around his neck

“oh baby” you pout and rub his arm 

“i’m gonna go shower, i’ll see you later” he kissed your cheek and you frowned. you watched steve walk away and sit on the bleachers. it was quiet for a moment before someone whistled. you looked up and saw billy smiling

“did you see my shots, princess?”

“yeah. can’t lie and say you aren’t good”

“why thank you, pretty girl”

“you weren’t very nice to my boyfriend, though”

“we were playing basketball. i was skins and he was shirts. we were on opposite teams” he shrugged and leaned in closer

“you were being a dick”

“but you liked looking at my body”

“no, i-”

“hey!” both you and billy turned to face steve

“oh hey pretty boy” billy smirked “i was just talking to your girl. a keeper”

“yeah, i know” steve growled and got into billy’s face. you couldn’t deny that you weren’t a little turned on at how protective steve was being.

“aw, don’t get like that, steve. she’s all yours. although, i would love to get a piece of that ass myself” steve lunged forward and you held him back

“alright, billy, why don’t you get going, and we can catch up later” billy walked out of the gym and steve waited until he couldn’t hear billy’s footsteps anymore to grab your wrist and pull you away “where are we going?”

“hello?” he yelled in the locker room. when he gets no answer he takes you in

“steve this is the boys locker room i can’t-”

“like hell you can’t” he pushed you against the tiled wall, attacking your lips hungrily “you’re mine, and only mine,” he roughly pulled down your pants and you gasp when his fingers dip into your underwear “got it?”

“y-yes steve. fuck” you gasp as his fingers started to circle your clit and his teeth nip your skin. his fingers slowly entered your heat and you let out a moan but covered your mouth, only to have steve rip it away

“no no, i want them to hear you”

he pulled down his pants and boxers. you spit in your hand and start to pump him and his eyes closed and he let out a low groan. but he remembered what he was doing and pulled your hand away.

“i’m in charge here, baby girl” he lifted you onto his waist. he slid inside of you and you moaned, and steve smiled “that’s right baby girl”

he started to bounce you on his cock and you gripped his shoulders, biting his neck

“steve, fuck, steve” you whimper and steve smirks

“let the whole fucking school know who’s fucking you so good. i want to let billy know i’m the only one who can pleasure you this hard” he growled and you groaned

“steve!” he laid you on the bench and threw one of your legs over his shoulder and gripped your thigh and hip tightly, bruises already forming in finger shapes

your hands tried to grab anything to steady yourself, and you just gripped steve’s biceps, nails digging into his skin and he sighed

“god baby you feel so fucking good” he breathed and you smile at his words

your hips thrust into his and your hand snake down to your clit but steve did it for you, his thumb rubbing roughly. your back arches and you moan loudly as steve hit your g-spot

“steve, steve, i’m so close” 

“harrington! you in here?”

steve quickly picked you up and put you in the shower, turning on the water

“yeah, in the shower”

steve poked his head out of the curtain and you smirked.

“you’re still in here? what are you doing?” your hand wrapped around his cock and his body tensed

“i-i’m making sure i don’t smell, and washing again” steve said and your hand went faster

“alright, class is gonna start in 10″

“got it, thanks-s”

he watched as the guy left, and when he heard the door close, he whipped around and your smirk dropped

“you thought that was funny, huh?”

“n-no”

“you did” he backed you up against the wall, turning you around. you held the grab bar and he striked your backside with his hand, making you jump and yelp. he thrusted hard inside of you “wow baby, i can feel myself inside of you” his hand pressed at the bottom of your stomach and you moaned loudly at his words

“steve, please. please let me cum. i promise i won’t tease you anymore”

“fine. cum for me pretty girl” his hand wrapped around your throat and you moaned loudly and gripped the bar tightly as your orgasm washed over you. steve’s teeth sunk into your shoulder and his hands gripped your breasts

“are you gonna cum for me pretty boy?” you smirk and drop to the floor “we don’t have much time”

you looked up at steve and wrapped your lips around his tip, then taking him in your mouth. he head throws back and his hand makes a make-shift ponytail, bobbing your head at the pace he wants

“fuck y/n i’m gonna-” his words get stuck in his throat as his load spills into your mouth. he turns off the water and you swallow his load, standing back up and smiling “you’re going to be the death of me, princess”

you two step out of the showers and you slip off your wet t-shirt

“hey, asshole, you got a sweatshirt i can wear?”

steve laughed “sorry ‘bout that, princess” you gave him your shirt and he gave you his “Hawkins Basketball ‘84″ sweatshirt that had “Harrington” on the back and you smile, slipping it on and inhalind

“fucking love how you smell”

“weirdo”

he laughed and kissed you. the bell rang and you two rushed out of the locker room, only to be met with billy

- so every morning steve drove you to school

- bringing you a coffee and a donut too

- but when you didn’t answer the door, he got confused

- he went around to your window and peaked in

- lucky for him, you were on the first floor

- he knocked on the window and saw you curled into a ball

- you poked your hand out and did a ‘up’ motion, telling him it was open

- he opened it and climbed through, stumbling a bit because of his long ass legs

- “what are you doing? we have school in 20″

- you sniffled and peeked your eyes out

- “i’m sick”

- steve pouted and set down the drink and donut, sitting next to you

- he pulled the cover down but you snapped it back up

- “nO!”

- “lemme feel your forehead!”

- you let him feel it with the back of his hand and he sighed

- “yup, you’re sick, you’ve got a bad fever”

- you look at him and glare

- “no shit, idiot”

- he took off his jacket and closed the window

- “what are you doing?”

- “i’m taking care of you today”

- leaving you for just a few minutes to get you things

- medicine, soup, tea, he rented some movies and got some snacks, a little bear and roses

- he came back and saw you get up and he put you back into bed

- “what are you doing?! no! stay in bed”

- “steeeeve i don’t want to be bed ridden all day”

- him literally never leaving your side

- unless you had to go pee

- he’d get you whatever you need

- “baby? can you get me a warm water bottle?”

- “of course”

- you thought you were annoying him but he was so in love with you he would do anything for you

- giving you a warm bath and helping you bathe

- just letting you relax

- after the bath he got you dressed and put vapor rub on your chest and then on your feet

- giving you a thin blanket

- laying next to you and playing with your hair

- brAIDING YOUR HAIR AFTER THE BATH FSFHSD

- he’d learn to braid from his previous relationship with nancy

- he laid against the headboard and you in between his legs

- head on his thigh

- arms wrapped around it as he braided your hair

- he slept over that night

- and when he woke up, he had a stuff nose too

- you were still sick when you woke up

- you turned to steve and he coughed

“you want to go upstairs and study? because of what i’ve seen, you aren’t doing a very good job” you joke and he glares at you. you readjust yourself on the counter and take a bite of your banana 

“fine. only because i only listen to you” he smiles closed-mouth and you kiss his cheek “you gonna go out with billy again?”

“i don’t know, maybe” you reply and throw out the peel of the fruit 

“you shouldn’t” he mumbled and you scrunched your eyebrows

“why not?”

“he’s a douche. did you see what happened in the gym?” his voice rose a little

“you guys were playing a game and he kicked your ass, simple as that” you smirk but steve wasn’t laughing

“that’s not funny”

“well, it’s the truth. hargrove might replace you on the team”

“y/n, seriously, stop”

“if he’s playing, i’m definitely going to the game. maybe he will take off his shirt and we can f-” steve pushed you against the wall and wrapped his hand around your throat, getting close to your face

“stop. or i’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for weeks” he growled

you and steve are friends, but you two had sexual tension and you took care of that, so this kind of thing was normal

“i-i’m sorry”

“sorry what?”

“i’m s-sorry daddy”

“good girl” he smirked and pulled away “now let’s go study”

you two head upstairs and study for history for a couple of hours

“i’m thirsty, want anything?” you offer and get up

“a water, thanks” steve smiled. you left the room and steve got up, exploring the things around your room. he normally did this, he liked to see what was around your room.

he looked at your vinyls and smiled. he flipped through them and his breath stopped when he saw what was in front of your Elvis vinyl.

he saw Polaroids you took. your bare chest, your fingers in your mouth, your ass, everything.

he heard your footsteps and quickly grabbed the photos, putting the vinyls back in place and the photos in his bag. he sat on the bed and pretended to do his work, acting like he just didn’t see anything 

“did you get anything do, steven?” you laughed and handed him a water

“it’s confusing”

“here, let me see the paper”

he tilted the binder on his lap so you could see it and explain it. he just didn’t want to move his binder because of his very obvious boner.

steve left your house an hour later, and you noticed he was a bit flustered, and got even more flustered when you kissed his cheek

when steve arrived to his house, he went straight to his room, not saying hello to his mom. he closed his door and slid off his jacket and shirt, then his pants, until he was left in his underwear. he slid under the covers with the photos in hand. his hand wrapped around his cock, closing his eyes for a second, imagining it was you. he looked at the photo of your fingers in your mouth and his dick twitched

“oh hello y/n”

"hi mrs. harrington. is steve here?"

"yes, he's upstairs"

"thank you" you walk up the stairs silently and before you walk in, you hear soft moans and whimpers. you peak through the door and see steve's hand moving fast under his sheets.

"fuck y/n" you knock and watch as he scrambles to hide his boner "come in"

you walk in and hold up his binder "i came by to drop this off, you left it at my house" you place it on his dresser and he nods

"thanks y/n"

"you didn't happen to.. snoop around my room today, did you, steve?" you ask, already knowing the answer

"no, why?"

"well," you sat on the edge of his bed and rest your hand on his leg "i was cleaning up and noticed some vinyls out of place, and so were the photos i put in there. you didn't take them, did you?"

"no. m-maybe billy did"

"you know, you're really bad at lying, harrington" you take the sheet off him, seeing his hard dick and your photos under his leg. you laugh and grab the photos, placing them on the nightstand

"alright, we'll be back!" his mom yelled "study hard!"

"will do!" you answer back and wait until you hear the door close to pounce on steve. you undressed yourself and laid next to him, kissing him slowly. your hand traveled down his stomach and he shivered when you traced your finger along his happy trail

"y/n please" he mumbled. you laughed and wrapped your hand around him, slowly pumping him "oh fuck" you bit his lip and pulled backwards, knowing that drives him nuts “baby i need your mouth. please. ever since i watched you eat that banana”

“anything for you,” you slid down between his legs “daddy” he moans and you licked the base of his cock

“fuck yes baby” you entered him into your mouth and he places his hand on your head

you hum and his hips buck, his tip hitting the back of your throat 

“i need you on top of me baby girl” you reach for a condom but he stops you “you’re on the pill, aren’t you?”

you smiled and take off your underwear, straddling him. you unclip your bra, throwing it with the rest of your clothes. steve’s hands run up your body and cup your breasts, taking your nipples between his fingers, making you moan

“daddy” you whimper. you push his hands away and slid onto his cock, both of you moaning

“you feel so good around me baby girl” he breathed and gripped your hips “no no, i can’t do this” he slammed you on your back and grabbed your face “daddy’s in charge”

he placed one of your legs on his shoulder and slid into you again, thrusting at a fast pace

“oh fuck, steve!” you moan and grab the sheets beside you, your back arching off the bed. he rolls his hips and hits your g-spot every time “oh my god, oh god! faster!” he took your leg down and wrapped your legs around his waist, listening to your demand

“do you like what daddy fucks your tight pussy so hard, huh baby girl?” he said into your skin and you whimpered at his words

“y-yes daddy. i love it” your back arched a bit and his hand traveled down the front of your body and his finger slowly started to rub your clit

“are you close? hm?” your core tightened and your teeth dug into your bottom lip. your nails rake down his back and you bit his shoulder “cum for me, pretty girl” he growled in your ear. you tug his hair and his finger sped up and you moan loudly as you came over his cock

“fuck steve! oh my..” you body trembled as he kept rubbing your clit slowly. you pushed him to the bed and he went to touch your hair but you sat up “touch me, and i’ll stop moving and won’t let you cum”

“baby..” he breathed

“it’s your punishment for stealing my photos, steve”

“call me daddy” he growled and sat up. you got up from the bed and grabbed his belt from the floor, wrapping it around his wrists and bed posts “oh princess, please”

“what happened, steve? you were all big and bad before?” you traced your finger up his happy trail and he shutters

“please, baby” he begged and you smirked. your lips kissed down his chest and down his stomach, your tongue licking the bottom of his stomach “oh my god” your tongue licked up his balls then up the bottom of his shaft. the tip of your tongue flicked along his slit 

“you look as if you’re about to cum, pretty boy” you taunt and look into his eyes, his eyes full of lust and fire “but now you’re going to watch me cum”

you sat in between his legs, your legs spread, fully on display. you licked your fingers and steve bit his lip, watching and your fingers pumped in and out of your heat. you whimpered and closed your eyes, throwing your head back. you smirked mentally at an idea that would get him livid.

“fuck yes billy, oh god” you moaned. you felt steve tug on the belt

“y/n, you better fucking stop” he growled

“billy you feel so good” you gasped. you heard a click and felt steve’s hand wrap tightly around your throat, throwing you to the bed “steve!”

he didn’t respond, he just slammed himself into you. his nails dug into your hips as he thrusted roughly into you, the bed shaking

“fuck, steve! fuck!”

“that’s what i fucking thought” he growled “scream my name. not billy’s”

“fuck steve!”

“you feel so good around my cock baby, too bad you can’t cum”

he face fell into your neck and his thrusts become sloppy

“cum for me baby” he bit your skin and both of you moan loudly as you cum at the same time. he rides out your highs and pulls out of you, laying next to you. he rolls onto his side and looks at you, and you turn your head, too tired and sore to move your body “well, shit. those are way better than polaroids”

“you can keep those, and maybe lock your door”

“whatever” he laughed and kissed you

“hey kids, we’re home!” you scrambled to get your clothes on and you whimpered

“okay!” steve yelled and you laid softly on the bed

“i hate you” you whine and steve laughs