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I guess itâs never really over
mechanic!steve x fem!reader exes to lovers
Chapter Four -
Honey, on your knees when you look at me
The consequences of your actions hang heavy around you neck when you wake up, so you go to the shop to tell Steve this is definitely not what he thinks it is.
warnings: 18+ slight angst, confused feelings, semi public smut, fingering (fem!receiving), oral (fem receiving), body worship, praise kink, unprotected p in v smut, cream pie, fluff.
wc: 10k
authors note: This chapter has been almost two months in the making between life and writers block, I didnât think I would be here. Thank you to everyone who sent me messages about this story and about him because of you, I never gave up writing this series I was so excited about. betaâd by: @superblysubpar
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songs from the playlist that inspired this chapter: Unravel Me, If You Think Iâm Pretty, Please Donât Fall In Love With Me, Make Up, Eastside, Holy.
Streams of shining golden yellow make your lids still heavy with sleep flutter, lashes tickling the tops of your puffy cheeks as you surrender to the sunâs wishes to wake you up. The orange shag carpet in Robinâs living room slowly comes into focus, along with the rest of your surroundings as the ends of your palms rub the rest of the night from your eyes. Stretching your legs, theyâre met with warmth like the rays of sunshine peeking through the blinds still lingering on the cushions next to you.Â
šShit.šÂ
Your muscles freeze, threatening to cramp in your calf as the night floods back into your memories. How his plush pink lips slotted between yours like they should never be anywhere else, or how they made your back arch, kissing a messy path down your neck, perfect teeth nipping, threatening to bruise your delicate skin that lights up under his touch.Â
A shaky breath pushes out of your lungs as you shimmy your body deeper into the couch, fingers finding their way to your chest where you swear you can still feel his smile pressed into your skin, the tips of them hitting something smooth and warm.Â
A metal chain.
The weight of it around your neck finally registers through the sleepy fog that lifts from your brain. Looking down the slope of your nose, you nearly go cross-eyed when youâre met with the rich yellow gold that matches the sun, especially because It looks just like the one that belongs to Steve Harrington.Â
âNo, no, no, no.â
The realization that it is in fact, Steve Harringtonâs kicks in just like your feet in a silent fit, the thin throw he mustâve put on top of you before he left falling to the ground. You remember his plea for a date, and it has panic curling deep in your gut, the consequences of your actions arriving first thing in the morning before youâve even had any coffee.Â
Thereâs a little bit of pride that hides in a small space in your chest that you didnât just fold and say yes. Something you would have done in high school when he was giving you much less. Still, you didnât say no. You were just prolonging the inevitable matter of letting him down right? Itâs the self-respecting thing, itâs what you told yourself youâd always do.Â
Say no.
You twist the metal between your fingers, your eyes finding the dust particles that seem to float between the plastic of Robinâs blinds. Thereâs an ache in your heart at the fresh reminder of what it feels like to be held in his arms, something he rarely did when you were dating, at least not if it wasnât the dead of night. The sleepovers at his big empty house were your favorite until you realized how sad it was. All his whispered secrets and deep confessions that he only shared when you were lit by the moonlight - the kind that hid all the stars in the sky and that boy he was trying to hide. The ones that kept you hanging onto hope until the last bit of rope tethering you to him, cut your skin. Those were the nights that really made you have to run.Â
Youâre not sure if you could survive it again, and the end of August is only a distant friend. Pushing yourself off the couch, your eyes catch the bright bold numbers on the microwave that read 9:45 AM and you try to remember all the reasons you left in the first place. Not the way he looked at you last night in the kitchen making your best friendâs favorite snack.Â
Your flip-flops clack loudly against the hot pavement, the determination in your walk up to the shop threatening to set the street ablaze. The spaghetti strap sundress you threw on in a rush trying to be careful not to wake up Robin does very little to help cool you or your mood down when youâre met with the mugginess of the Midwest.Â
Steveâs chain bounces against your chest with each step, the gold shimmering against the sunlight in a pretty reminder that you still havenât taken it off yet. One that you choose to ignore in your huff trying to think of all the mean things he's done and not the way he begged you to make it right.
Reaching the end of the block, you notice Eddieâs van is missing from the parking lot, leaving only Steveâs BMW against the side of the shop. It stops you dead in your tracks because the buffer that would stop you from making the same mistake isnât there. Your proven lack of self-control only a few weeks into the summer has your confidence waver with nerves that try and get the best of you, but with a deep breath, you force your feet to keep moving.
Steveâs side of the garage is the only one open, the faded green metal door at half-mast to keep some of the sun away. Michael Jacksonâs The Way You Make Me Feel bleeds out of the open space, bouncing and echoing off the cars inside, waking up the butterflies and sending them soaring. Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you try not to imagine the way heâs probably singing along, or that curl that wonât stay in place, falling over his forehead as he bobs his head to the beat.
Why is Eddie not here?Â
You see his black work boots first, then the legs that were intertwined with yours just a few hours ago, now adorned by blue coveralls. Walking across the grease-stained cement, he comes to an abrupt stop, and for a second you think maybe he sees you, heart thumping wildly in your chest until he shuffles back a few steps before continuing forward.Â
He was dancing and you hate the way the corners of your mouth twitch because of it.
The smell of oil is bittersweet hitting your nose as you stop in front of the opening, silently working up the courage to duck under the door. Steve doesnât notice your sneaky entrance from where he stands at his workbench with his back facing you, completely lost in whateverâs on the paper heâs holding in black-stained hands. It gives you the few minutes you need to get your thoughts together as he bops his head to the music thatâs loud enough to hide you a little bit longer.Â
Your gaze lands on Eddieâs empty office, successfully diminishing the last bit of hope you clung onto that maybe he just didnât drive today, before your eyes catch the burnt orange of your car tucked away in the corner. A cherry red Corvette sits parked in front of it, making your face sour at the instant comparison. It outshines the car you scraped up enough money to get after moving to the city, sparking the kind of anger youâd been scrambling to cling onto walking up here. Maybe if your car hadnât broken down, you wouldnât have kissed Steve Harrington, and then maybe you wouldnât be standing here secretly wanting to do it again.Â
Clinging to that notion with everything you have, you take a deep breath, straightening your posture before clearing your throat, letting him know he wasnât by himself anymore.
âThe musicâs a little loud donât you think?âÂ
The pleased grin that spreads wide across your face canât be stopped when the sound of your voice makes him jump with a âJesus Christâ so loud you can hear it over the music, crumbling the paper in his hands.
Point one - you.
Your victory is short-lived the moment Steve turns around with his ever changing brown eyes that are somehow warmer in the daylight, reflecting the flecks of green that shine and light up even more at the realization that itâs you and not some random intruder. He runs those long fingers through his hair, trying to tame the mess on top of his head that you made, while his heavy stare fixates on the chain still hanging off your neck. Right where he left it.
Leaning over to turn the volume down on his boombox, he doesnât break eye contact, giving you that crooked smile that makes your heart skip a beat pushing up the two moles on his cheek. Raising his hands in a silent apology, you try not to think about how big they look or the way they grabbed at your hips last night. It's a fruitless effort, so you try to make up for it with a sassy tongue.
âWow, I could have easily stolen one of these cars if I had wanted to.âÂ
Crossing your arms, you suck at your teeth, deciding that standing right where you are is the best move, especially when you see the sweat that glistens, beading off of his tan skin, curling the coarse hairs on his chest thatâs hardly hidden by the sheer white of his tank top. At least his coveralls are fully on this time.
âMaybe I should report you to Eddie.â
âMost of the cars in here donât run,â Steve tuts, dark eyes roaming over your curves hugged tight by the soft cotton of your dress unashamed before meeting your narrowed gaze, âYou of all people should know that.â
âSounds like maybe youâre just bad at your job.âÂ
You ignore the uncontrollable press of your thighs that only gets worse the more his smile widens with your attitude, reading your body language like his favorite book.
âDid you come here just to pick a fight?â Steve sighs, carding another hand through his hair, threatening to punch the air out of your lungs when he looks up at you through his lashes âOr do you just want another kiss?â
Itâs impossible to sound out the word ânoâ even though itâs just two letters because watching him lick his full bottom lip before tugging it between his perfect teeth makes you wish it was yours instead. Â
âIs that it baby?â Steve taunts, pushing himself off the work bench and tossing the crumbled paper aside.
âNo,â you finally manage to get out, but the venom you had less than twenty-four hours ago is gone, and it barely stings when you try to deny with a jut of your chin and a quieter than intended, âThatâs not why Iâm here.â
The little bit of self-control youâve been hanging onto with an iron grip starts to slip from in between your fingers with each heavy thud of his boots that bring you closer to your demise as he closes the gap.
âAre you sure?â He asks with a glint in the darkening russet of his eyes that land on the gold wrapped around your neck again, close enough now to smell last night's leftover cologne.
âA-absolutely,â you stutter, taking a few steps back, the clack of your flip flops echoing, making you wince with embarrassment as you try to counteract his advances only for your back to hit the cool metal of a pickup truck.Â
âHmmm, I know what it must be then,â he hums, a faint hint of smirk twisting the corners of his full lips, big boots stopping with a scuff on the cement floor right in front of your pink painted toes.Â
Reaching up, his bold fingertips trace the smooth edges of his chain, rough calluses tickling your collar bone daring to explore a little more. The quick rising of your chest spurs him on as he tries to hold his composure, teasing the dip of your breasts, he curls his finger around the metal, lifting the chain a little before letting it fall back into place. Mischief twinkles in his stare that matches the same color staining his hands.
âYou must be here to tell me when youâll be ready for our date later tonight, huh baby?â
It takes your brain a second to catch up, the freckles that spread across his cheeks like wildfire in the light distracting you from this close.
âThe opposite actually,â clearing your throat, you try to hide the way your tongue dries when he looks at you like this, âIâm here to say that whatever happened last night doesnât change anything.âÂ
The corners of his lips twitch, his gaze getting lost in the details of your features like you werenât denying him, finally giving you the fuel you needed to make your blood simmer, the anger you thought youâd lost forever buzzing under your heated skin.
âSo!â You snap your fingers in his face, interrupting whatever daydream he was getting lost in, getting the glare you were searching for, âYou better get that out of your head right now. Weâre not going on a date.âÂ
Your words finally bite with a tone that almost seems final and for a minute it starts to feel like you have a semblance of your self-control back. Holding your head up high, you try to really end whatever started on your best friend's couch last night.Â
âWe can be friendly for Robinâs sake, but itâs never going to happen again. Iâm not your girl, Harrington.â
Steve rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek, something you canât quite put your finger on flashing behind the gold in his eyes. Leaning forward, his hand finds the chipped teal paint of the truck behind you. Caging you in, the spice of his cologne overwhelms you as it mixes with the heat in the garage, and the sweat glistening on his tan skin. The warmth of his breath fans across your cheeks that burn like theyâre being licked by a flame, thighs pressing harshly under your dress as you try not to let his gaze swallow you whole.Â
âIf thatâs how you really feel, fine.â He says cooly, seemingly unphased and it makes your blood boil more. âIâll take my chain back now then.â
 âNo.â
âNo?â He snorts incredulously at your refusal, watching the way your fingers come up to play with it. Taunting him.
âI donât even know why you put it on me in the first place,â you scoff with a roll of your eyes, channeling his nonchalance before ducking under his arm, your escape in sight.
You refuse to look back at him making a beeline to the open garage door, heart thumping wildly in your chest as you do your best not to give away the attachment you have to the weight of it around your neck that you really arenât ready to unpack yet.
âI left it!â Steve yells hot on your heels, the cracks in his confident demeanor starting to show, âI left it so you didnât think I just disappeared on you this morning because I personally have zero regrets about what happened last night.â
The sarcastic âHA!â you let out is almost comical, picking up your pace with an extra sway to your hips because you know heâs staring.
âHow about this, Steve?â You antagonize, turning around and walking backward with a smug grin that mirrors his from before, âIâll think about it.â
Steve doesnât take the bait, instead, he side-steps quickly to smash the round red button on the wall with a deadpan face. Letting the rumble of the garage door coming to life do all the talking for him.
âAre you serious?!â You shriek, watching it close faster than your feet can carry you, even contemplating a tuck and roll when you see the sunlight and any chance you have at not going back on your promise start to disappear behind it.
âItâs simple honey,â he sighs with an irritated edge, âGive me my chain and Iâll open her back up so you can go run back to Robinâs and pretend like last night never happened. Just the way you want, right?â
âThis is ridiculous. Youâre ridiculous. Let me out asshole!âÂ
A new level of stubbornness that you never thought you could reach locks you in place, facing him with arms crossed tight over your chest.
âIâm ridiculous?â Steve chuckles darkly, the steel toe of his boots echoing louder now that youâre sealed inside as he walks towards you, âLook at yourself.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â You snap despite the way your teeth gnaw nervously on your bottom lip, greedy eyes roaming his tall frame as your body betrays you for what feels like the hundredth time today when he steps into your space again.
âI know you enjoyed drama club in high school, but youâve always been a terrible actress.âÂ
âAnd youâve always had way more confidence than you should.âÂ
Steveâs nostrils flare, his gaze threatening to set you on fire.
âIâm going to get back to work, youâre free to go whenever you give me my necklace back. Iâm getting paid to be here all day baby, you arenât, so just know that Iâve got time.â He holds your stare for a second longer, sucking at his teeth before turning around. Testing you.
âCome take it off me then, Harrington, if you want it so bad.â Â
Two can play that game.
He stops in his tracks, shoulders tensing at the implication of your words, turning his head to the side, he gives you a perfect view of his sharp jawline.Â
âDonât start something you canât finish,â he warns, with a tone sharp enough to make your stomach flip.
âI said,â your shoulders square with a defiance that matches your glare, acting as if you arenât sealing your fate with the next four words, âCome and get it.â
Steveâs long strides close the distance faster than you can comprehend. A big hand grabs at your hip, grease-stained fingers digging into your curves, while the other cups the side of your face, surely leaving a mark. He's getting what he really wants.
Gasping into his mouth, the force of his kiss sends a shudder through the garage door when your back slams against it. Lost in the sensation of his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, you barely notice. Your fingers weave through the thick locks of his hair at the nape of his neck as if they were always meant to be there. A harsh tug on the silky strands earns you a groan that's deeper than you remember, and you immediately want to hear it again.
The clash for dominance ignites as your tongues collide clumsily, teeth grazing and noses pressing into each otherâs cheeks. His grip tightens on your hip in a warning before his hand trails down to where the bottom hem of your dress rests at the top of your thigh. Pushing up the thin fabric, the blunt tips of his nails skim across your soft skin, goosebumps pebbling despite the heat.
His fingers tease the edge of your panties, tracing the curve where they meet your ass, stealing your whine with a cocky grin that he kisses into your lips. He lingers just long enough to turn you needy before he hooks your knee around his waist, getting the instant roll of your hips and more of your little noises that will haunt his every waking thought after this.Â
âSteve,â you breathe, tugging your swollen bottom lip between your teeth while he starts kissing a slow, agonizing path down your jaw, tickling you with the stubble on his cheek.
He hums in between kisses, nipping at the sensitive spot behind your ear, he soothes it with a swipe of his tongue before he starts to suckâhard. Your moan bounces off the metal and concrete that surround you, echoing in your ears while your greedy fingers tug even harder at his roots. His grip on you tightens when you start to squirm as his efforts to mark whatâs his intensify, leaving a bruise youâll have to explain to Robin later.
âYeah?â He mumbles against your heated skin, the tip of his nose running along your pulse point, a saccharine smile pressing into the curve of your neck where his chain still rests.
âShut up,â you manage to get out, despite Steve leaving open-mouthed kisses on the swell of your breasts, palming roughly at the dough of your ass, encouraging another rock of your hips.
âYou're always so mean to me, honey,â Steve sighs, nipping at the supple skin, before meeting your poor attempt at a glare from under the thick hood of his lashes.
âYeah? And? What are you gonna do about it?â You bite, but it doesnât sting the way you want it to, not with the way your chest heaves in anticipation of his next move.
Steve flips you around so quickly that the change in position has you gasping, your palms meeting the warm metal of the garage door that bakes in the sun outside. Heavy work boots push your legs apart, while hot breath that rivals the summer dances across the nape of your neck. He presses himself into you, letting you feel just how hard you really have him, the tip of his nose brushing along the shell of your ear. Butterflies multiply, tickling your rib cage just like your lashes that kiss the tops of your cheeks.
âI think it's pretty obvious what I want to do,â he whispers against your neck, lips ghosting across the freshly formed bruise, âThe real question isâŠâ
The backs of his fingers brush along the sides of your breasts, goosebumps pebbling across your skin. His big hands follow the curve of your waist, smoothing down to the tops of your thighs. Taking his time, he curls them under the hem of your dress, pulling it up to rest on top of your hips, still giving you the chance to stop him. One you donât take.
âAre you gonna let me?â His words are gruff coming out next to your ear, your walls fluttering around nothing because of it.
The humid air doesnât help your sticky thighs that only get worse as two of his calloused fingers trace agonizingly slow along the waistband of the only fabric separating you now. Peppering soft kisses to all the sensitive spots that make your skin come alive, his teeth nip playfully at your earlobe, fireworks lighting up in the sky behind your eyes when he takes it into the heat of his mouth. The sensation has you mewling, jaw going slack as your toes curl into the foam of your flip flops from a feeling only Steve Harrington can give.
âI could be so nice to you, baby,â he whispers, letting you go with a pop, his fingers daring to go lower than just teasing, smirking against your cheek at the gasp you give when he drags them through your slick folds, wrapping your hands around his wrist for support, your hips chase him for more. âDonât you want that?â
Your pride has your teeth biting into your bottom lip. Refusing to answer his question loaded with too many double meanings for your head to wrap around right now, but you still spread yourself wider for him, because the last thing you want him to do is stop.
âGonna make me earn it, huh?â He breathes, biting back his groan at how you start dripping down his hand, âThatâs okay. Iâll show you Iâm worthy.â
His promise is enough to finally draw out the moan youâve been fighting, the sound making him kick up in his coveralls, while the movements of his wrist become more pointed. Your head lulls back against his broad shoulder, and his cologne smells even better with the way sweat starts to drip from his pores. Your eyes are needy, meeting the black coffee of his and you know it, especially at the furrow of his brows when he looks at you completely transfixed.
âGod, I almost forgot how soft you are. How fucking wet you get for me.â He whispers between gritted teeth, awestruck at the feeling of your silk walls begging him for more, daring him to explore, âBet you taste even sweeter than I remember too.â
Leaning down, he runs the tip of his nose along the bridge of yours, the mint that still lingers on his breath tickling your lips. Your hips roll with the rhythm of his wrist, warmth spreading across your cheeks as the sounds of just how wet you are echo in the big space. Too close to falling apart all over his fingers to care, the blunt ends of your nails dig half-crescent moons into his wrist chasing it.
âBaby, are you gonna come already? Iâve barely touched you.âÂ
His words mock you despite the sugary sweetness they drip with, every swipe against your bundle of nerves becoming unrelenting, determined even. But itâs still enough for you to take the bait and force your eyes open, meeting his hungry stare dead on and say:
âY- you wish it was that easy.â
Amusement dances across the hard lines of his face, his dark gaze narrowing before something between a laugh and a growl rumbles deep from his chest. The motions of his wrist come to a halt, and it takes everything inside of you not to cry in protest. Pulling his hand from your soaked panties, his wet fingers dig into your hips spinning you around, quick strides pushing you to the corvette that started your spiral.Â
âWhat are you doing?!â You squeal, your butt hitting the cherry-red metal of the hood that sticks to your sweat-slicked skin.
He just grins, the pearly whites of his teeth showing as grease-stained hands spread your knees apart enough for him to step between, leaving raven fingerprints in their wake before grabbing at your chin, he forces you to look at him.
âNeed you to keep your eyes on me, honey, and remember what you just said.â He pulls your bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb, watching it pop back into place.Â
Letting go of your chin, he holds your stare, fingers ghosting across the tops of your thighs as he drops to his knees like someone praying to a god. Hooking his arms under your bent legs, he tugs you to the end of the hood with a squeak. Spread wide for him to see, your calves rest on top of his shoulders that you hate to admit you wish you could see. Leaning forward, the tip of his nose traces the wet path of your covered folds, breathing you in like the sweetest summer breeze.
When his big eyes meet yours from between your thighs, just begging you to get lost in them like you used to, itâs almost enough for you to forget the game youâre both supposed to be playing. Thereâs a softness that lingers inside melting caramel that manages to shine through the black that overpowers it, and you wonder if he can hear the way your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.Â
His touch is gentle now, long fingers curling around the waistband of your underwear, silently asking you for permission to cross the line that deep down you know thereâs no going back from. Nodding your head with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you even help him, lifting your legs when he pulls them from around your ankles.
Steve stuffs the satin in his pocket ignoring the way you tell him that you want them back. His pink tongue thatâs seconds away from being your undoing wets his lips, jaw going tight at the sight in front of him. Roses bloom on his tan cheeks, and he canât help but run a hand through his hair, the reality setting in that he really has you like this. He looks completely wrecked. At least it isnât just you.
âFuck.â He breathes, the blunt ends of his nails digging into the dough of your thighs, shuffling himself even closer, his eyes glaze over.Â
Goosebumps pebble across your buzzing skin, your velvet walls fluttering around nothing as you lose the witty response you had saved on the tip of your tongue, managing just a quiet, âI thought you were supposed to show me somethinâ?âÂ
His lips twitch so close to where you need him most that you can almost feel the curve of them, your knees bending just a little more, urging him on by his shoulders.
âSo impatient,â he tsks, the vibrations of his words only making it worse, âMy girl needs me huh? She missed me as much as I missed her didnât she?â
âSteve - shut uhhhhohmygod!â
His mouth latches onto your cunt like heâs thirsty for everything youâre offering him, collecting your dripping honey thatâs sweet on his tongue. Running a broad stripe up your folds, his grip on your thighs tightens when you start to squirm, holding you in place, as he swirls messy circles on your bundle of nerves before sucking it hard enough for your head to fall back against the car. Your fingers bury themselves into the sweaty silk of his hair, pulling harshly at the roots, earning the kind of grunt that has you whimpering, dripping down the stubble on his chin as your hips buck up to meet him.
Letting you go with a loud pop, he huffs out a dark laugh at your whine, hardly giving you time to recover before pulling you even further down the hood of the car, till your ass hangs off the edge. The tip of his nose brushes against your sensitive clit while his tongue begins to tease your entrance that quivers just for him. The new angle has you practically sitting on his face, and before you have a chance to overthink it he slowly starts to work you open with his greedy mouth.
âHoly shit I -â Your eyelids droop, jaw going slack as he starts to move side to side, licking into you like youâre the sweetest prize. His nose adds just the right amount of pressure while he eats you up like a man starved, âYouâre gonna - fuck - Steve!â
His hands move from your thighs to the soft fat of your ass, encouraging your hips more, and if you werenât so far gone, youâd be scared youâre suffocating him. You dare to look down at the scene between your legs, and itâs almost enough to have you cumming all over his face. His pitch-black eyes gaze up at you enamored, completely lost and still hungry because after all these years itâs still not enough. He moans into your folds when you meet his half-lidded stare, the sensation vibrating in all the right places, making your legs shake.
The feeling of your walls pulsing tight around his tongue, knowing how close you are already has him twitching painfully hard in his coveralls. Itâs enough to ignore the discomfort of his knees, doubling down on the movements of his jaw. His name bounces off the metal and concrete, while the roll of your hips gets more and more aggressive because it feels like heâs eating you from the inside out, the tip of his tongue reaching the spot that makes you gasp.
âRight there, shit, right there, right there, Iâm gonna, oh my god Iâm gonna cum!â
Your scream is silent, body going rigid, giving into him already. The muscles in your legs tense, as your thighs squeeze tight around his head while your pussy tries to push him out but he only doubles down with a completely relentless tongue. He moans loud enough inside you to hear through the ringing in your ears, your fingers curling harshly in his thick locks, back hitting the metal of the hood again.
He ignores the first few pushes against his forehead when his kitten licks become too much before he finally listens. Sticky legs fall open releasing him from a trap he never asked to escape from, his shiny wet lips leaving kisses along your shaking thighs, tickling the supple skin with the stubble on his jaw. You feel his tongue dart out to collect everything he missed, earning the kind of sweet noises he canât wait to hear all summer long.Â
Steve stands up wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and you try to be mad at his smug grin but your body canât help its reaction to the way he struggles against his coveralls. The hard outline of dick reminds you of the stretch that you know will ruin you for anyone else, spent walls fluttering despite yourself.Â
âNow what was that you were saying a few minutes ago, pretty girl?â Leaning down, his palms find a new home on either side of your head.Â
The whites of his teeth shine at the eyeroll you find enough energy to give him, even with your legs wrapped around his waist. His nose nudges the tip of yours, the playful glint in his eyes changes into something lovesick and it brings the ache in your chest back because you know itâs going to hurt even worse walking away again.Â
âHey, whatâs going on up there?â He questions, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, eyebrows furrowing as he searches your face for answers.
You donât give him one, pushing aside the worry for when you lay awake in the middle of the night. Instead, you let your fingers wrap themselves in the cotton of his tank top, pulling him to your lips that silently beg him to help you forget. He meets you with an eager mouth, and a big hand that comes up to rest on your flushed cheek. The pad of his thumb traces the high bone while his tongue asks you for permission for more.Â
Your thighs lock tighter around his waist, granting him the access he wants, tasting yourself all over him. Shaking fingers find the zipper of his jumper, tugging down the metal, he helps your shimmy off his sleeves. The freckles that dot his shoulders like the night sky beg you to open your eyes as the top of his coveralls fall to his sides, the rock of his hips making you say his name like itâs the sweetest thing.Â
âWant you,â you whisper with a nip at his bottom lip, ankles crossing at the two dips you know are on his lower back.
âBaby,â He groans, dropping his head down, burying it in the crook of your neck as you roll your pussy over the length of him thatâs still covered by the navy blue material you canât seem to get off fast enough.
He lets you do it a few more times before his hands find both your wrists, pinning them above your head, he peppers kisses along your jaw, letting his fingers glide down the length of your body, making sure to catch his chain still hanging off your neck as he stands back up. You finally get a good look at him, and the sight is enough to know the memory of today will be etched into the corners of your mind, just like the rest of them.Â
Pink cheeks still kissed by the sun, and dark chestnut hair that matches his eyes twist at its golden ends in an even bigger mess now on the top of his head. The thick thatch of it on his chest curling from the sweat that drips down his neck, leaving translucent patches along the white cotton of his tank top, teasing even more of him to your starving gaze. His uniform hangs low on his hips, giving you a glimpse of the waistband of his boxer briefs, making you tug your bottom lip between your teeth. He grabs at the sides of your thighs, his handsome face going kind.
âYou came in here ready to tell me to fuck off,â he laughs softly, thumbs rubbing gentle circles, âI just need to know this is what you really want.â
His words tighten in your chest, forcing you to make a decision so that when you have no one else to blame but yourself when you lay awake in your apartment with a broken heart in the fall, you canât hate him anymore.Â
âI really want it.âÂ
The answer stumbles past your lips before you can think too hard about it, pulling the rest of your rucked up dress over your head, leaving you completely exposed for his heavy chocolate eyes to drink in. Despite the muggy heat of the garage, your nipples pebble under it, cheeks going hot because you always feel like the most beautiful girl in the world when Steve Harrington looks at you like this.Â
Itâs all the encouragement he needs to let you go and do the same with his tank top, tossing it to the side before shoving the rest of his uniform down the tops of his thighs. Thick, long and heavy, your eyes widen as his hard length springs free, smacking against the happy trail at the bottom of his stomach. The pink tip leaks for you, shining with precum, while his big hand wraps around it, tugging a few times and making you drip more on the hood.
âIâll go slow,â he coos, leaning down to capture your lips in something sweeter than the rest of them. âI know you can take it, honey.â
Nodding your head, you look up at him with glassy eyes, completely giving in, shutting off the part of your brain thatâs telling you that you know better. Spreading your legs wider, his eyebrows marry in the middle of his forehead, cursing under his breath at the sight of you like this. He silently thanks whatever gods or girl that got Eddie sick, because this moment shatters any fantasies that have consumed his late nights.Â
He runs the length of his cock through your slick, spreading you apart around him, earning the kind of mewl that makes him twitch in his hand. Your back arches off the corvette when he does it again only this time with added pressure to your clit. Locking your legs around his waist, you make sure he doesnât get away.Â
âSo fuckinâ beautiful baby, Jesus Christ, look at you.â Steve grunts, lining himself up with your entrance, pushing just the tip into the tightening silk of your walls before both his hands find their way back to your hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. âWanna make you feel so good. You gonna let me?â
âMmhmm,â you whimper a little high pitch and out of breath, letting go of all the control youâve hung onto for the last five years with a dirty roll of your hips that begs to suck him in.
âOh fuck, youâre still so - shit.â Steve practically whines, his jaw going hard with eyebrows that pinch together, trying to regain his composure from the way you pulse around him just nudging halfway in, the aftershocks of your first orgasm have you feeling every ridge of his cock, lighting your body up.
The stretch burns, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as flames lick deep in your gut from the feeling youâll never get enough of. His calloused fingers grab at your chin, demanding your attention. Your lashes tickle the tops of your cheeks as you force them back open, only to find his face is closer now, both his palms landing on either side of your head, black irisâs threatening to drown you, holding your gaze with the kind of intensity that makes your heart palpitate.
âI want to look at you.â He breathes against your lips as one swift thrust has you completely filled up.
âSteve!âÂ
Gasping into his mouth, it takes all of your strength to keep your eyes open, focusing on the imperfect circles of the chestnut freckles that explode across the bridge of his nose.
âYeah?â He smirks, pressing his forehead against yours, the rough hair on his chest tickling the softness of your breasts, nipples pebbling as your arms wrap around his neck.
âIt feels, you feel -â
A loud moan rumbles from the back of your throat when the tip of him hits the spot that makes your toes curl into the fat of his ass, pushing him even deeper, the ends of your nails dig pretty marks all over his shoulders.Â
âTell me, baby. Tell me how good it feels.â He grunts, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, the roll of his hips becoming a slow grind.Â
His pelvic bone hits your bundle of nerves just right while the tip of him bullies the spot that has your eyes threatening to close against his wishes, and it has you sounding like âSteveâ is the only word youâve ever known. Itâs a hazy mess inside your mind, especially when he looks at you like this. Itâs worse than before, and you donât know how youâre going to find your way back this time, something different inside of his gaze that you know is going to make it impossible.
âMissed you so much, so damn gorgeous angel, think about you all the time. All the fucking time.â Steve babbles, completely drunk off the way you flutter at his words, the angry facade youâve been putting on crumbling around him as your body lets the truth come out.
The confession makes your chest tighten with all the unresolved feelings youâve shoved down for so long, the ones you almost forgot were there until a few weeks ago. Fingers curling into the hair on the nape of his neck you lean up, capturing his lips to shut him up, rocking your hips to meet his thrust. He grunts into your mouth, cock twitching against your walls, eagerly licking into your mouth.Â
Itâs easier to get lost in him without the reminder of what used to be, teeth scraping together as the kiss gets messier. The metal of the car crunches and bends under your movements, but neither one of you can find it in you to care with noses pressing into each other's cheeks, tongues fighting for the kind of dominance your hips are at war about.
Steve is the one that breaks first, coming up for air, with eyes that seem even darker than before as he pushes himself up to stand. Big hands grab at your hips as a loose strand of hair falls across his forehead. Pulling halfway out, he takes a moment to admire the sheen you coat him, pink tongue darting out to lick his swollen lips before shoving himself all the way back in.
âOh my god!â You gasp, throwing your head back against the hood, your hands landing on top of his, fingernails digging into the tops of them.
âI wanna watch you cum again, can you do that for me, baby?â He tugs you closer, your body squeaking across the metal that tries to stick to your skin, the tip of him hitting that spot again.
Nodding your head, every hard thrust of his hips echoes through the garage, the car shaking underneath you as tires threaten to roll. He feels himself getting close, the pad of his thumb finding your clit to rub the kind of messy circles that have you saying his name just how he likes.Â
âCome on, let me see how pretty you can get, let me have it.â He coos, finding the perfect combination to make you come undone all over him.
Your walls clench hard enough to try and push him out but he just buries himself deeper, a loud groan rumbling from his chest watching the way your face contorts with pleasure. White dances behind your heavy lids that squeeze shut as your legs start to shake around his waist. You try to shove his hand away, but he refuses, remaining relentless, milking your second orgasm for everything it's worth, making you cum even harder.Â
âYeah, thatâs it, thatâs iiiiit, so fuckinâ good for me.â He praises, completely lost in the way your body responds to him and itâs enough to send him flying over the edge heâd been teetering on since had you against the garage door.
A string of curse words falls pretty from his lips, twitching hard inside you and with the last bit of strength you have, you squeeze him even tighter, relishing in the way his jaw goes slack because of it. The movements of his thumb finally end its assault so he can grab onto your sides with both hands, fingers digging bruises as one last hard thrust has his warmth filling you up.
The feeling of being so full sends your body buzzing, watching him fall apart on top of you with sweat dripping off the ends of his hair. His head drops between his shoulders, body shaking as his orgasm rakes through him. Red cheeks and skin so warm it rivals the sun, he lets himself collapse on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck totally spent, still chasing his high with a slow circle of his hips.
Your nose finds its way into his damp hair, inhaling deeply because it somehow smells even better than before. You wrap your arms around his shoulders even though you know you should leave and forget this ever happened, but it feels too good to have hands sliding up your curves as he starts to drip out of you and onto the car.Â
âGod, Eddieâs going to kill me.â He mumbles against your skin, making you squirm because it tickles, and you can feel him smile because of it.
âHowâs he gonna find out?â You giggle, the metal of the Corvette popping under your shifting weight.
âBaby.â Steve snorts, leaving a kiss on the curve of your jaw before pushing himself up on his elbows, the endearment falling too easily off his tongue in a casual way, reminding you very quickly of your reality.
Itâs harder to meet his eyes that search for yours, but you do anyway. Theyâre warm again, like a dark sand beach and it's hard not to want to lay out a towel and live inside them. Both of you wince as he pulls himself out, cursing under his breath at your walls staying greedy and trying to pull him back in.Â
He doesnât notice the shift in your demeanor pulling up his coveralls and tying the sleeves around his waist, or if he does he chooses to ignore it, grabbing your dress off the floor before offering you his hand. Thereâs less grease staining them now and you know it's because it's all over you, completely marked by him nearly head to toe whether you like it or not.Â
Sliding your hand in his, you duck your head down as you take it, legs wobbling when your feet hit the ground, not missing the smug grin that pushes up his cheeks clocking it. You go for your dress but Steve just tuts at you pulling it out of reach, ignoring your scoff he shakes it out before lifting it above your head signaling for you to put your arms up. Rolling your eyes with a smile you canât fight, you pretend not to feel the butterfly wings tickling your ribcage, turning around and doing as he asks, letting him drag the soft cotton down your body. Calloused fingertips tracing the goosebumps they create.
âLetâs go get cleaned up in the bathroom,â he hums softly, grabbing you by the hips, and pressing a kiss into the fresh bruise behind your ear.
You tell yourself youâll leave after this letting him guide you by the waist and a chin on your shoulder. You think it again when the small space of the bathroom is filled with giggles and bashful smiles as he sits you on the closed toilet seat, wetting paper towels that turn into mache in his hands. You scream at yourself to do it watching him try and fix his hair in the mirror after wiping you down the best he can, pressing kisses on both your kneecaps.Â
âIâve been using this new product, but nothing hits like Farrah. I canât believe they discontinued it. Dustin swears he can find me some, but who knows if you can even trust itâs the real deal, you know?â
Steve interrupts your inner turmoil with a face thatâs far too serious for the words that just left his mouth and the thoughts running through your head. Your mood shifts almost instantly with a laugh loud enough to turn his cheeks the color of your toes, giving you an exaggerated eye roll despite the twitch of his lips.
âI canât believe you still hang out with a middle schooler.â You tease, getting up on your feet, legs feeling a little less like jello but the reminder between your thighs only seems to intensify.
âI told you heâs like 19 - â
âWhatever you gotta tell yourself, Steve,â you grin, taking the break in the intensity of everything to try and work up the self-control to leave, wincing at the echoing clack of your flip flops that give you away instantly.
âWait, where are you going?â Steveâs brows furrow in confusion, turning around to face you, he tightens the sleeves wrapped around his waist, biceps flexing while all the playfulness drains from his eyes.
âI should go before Robin -â
âWhat? No, sheâll be fine, itâs like noon. Iâm sure sheâs not even awake yet.âÂ
âSteve.â
âHoney.â
The two of you face off in a silent challenge, stares unwavering, mimicking each other with arms crossover over your chests.Â
âDonât run again.â He pleads with a whisper thatâs barely audible against the beating of your heart in your ears, the room feeling smaller.
âIâm not running, Iâm walking.â You try to lighten the mood with a joke, the corners of your eyes stinging but you refuse to acknowledge why.
âIâm not letting you walk home.â
âItâs down the road-â
âI donât care! Youâre not walking. Let me close up and then Iâll at least drive you.âÂ
You donât argue with the hurt expression on his face, you canât.
Itâs somehow even hotter outside when the two of you sneak out the side door of the garage. A different kind of tension hangs thick in the air putting the humidity to shame, even with the sun shimmering from the highest point in the sky. His skin glows like liquid gold in its rays as he walks in front of you, your eyes following the movements of his freckled shoulders that flex with every swing on his arms. Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you hate the pit that settles deep in your gut because you donât want to say goodbye just yet. Another consequence of a choice you made rearing its ugly head.
You arenât expecting him to open the passenger door for you, the metal creaking loudly breaking a silence thatâs filled with a thousand unspoken words just hanging on the tip of both of your tongues waiting to fill up the space. His gaze meets yours from under the thick length of his lashes, the corners of his lips twisting at the way you get bashful from the gesture.
âThanks,â you whisper, catching a whiff of his cologne as you duck into the passenger seat thatâs starting to feel like yours again.
He just hums in response, shutting it quickly and trapping you inside a metal box filled with every smell that reminds you of him. It pulls at your heart, and intensifies the burn between your thighs. Your fingers come up to twist the metal that still dangles from your neck, and youâre not sure you can bring yourself to give it back after this. The already small space of the car shrinks even more when the driver side door opens and he slides in next to you with a huff, keys jingling loudly in his hand closing the door behind him.Â
His shoulders brush with yours shoving the keys in the ignition, the seat vibrating underneath you as the beemer quietly roars to life. He keeps his hand on the stick shift, sweat slick skin pressing into yours shifting the car into drive. The radio isnât as loud as you thought itâd be considering the way he was blasting it in the shop. Meatloafâs Iâd Do Anything For Love spills out of the speakers and you try not to laugh at the irony, scrambling to think of what to say to him as Robinâs apartment complex quickly comes into view.Â
But he never stops.
âSteve, what are you doing?â You sigh, crossing your arms across your chest watching the baby blue paneling of her apartments whiz past.Â
âThis is technically my lunch break, and Iâm hungry.â He shrugs, glancing at you with something mischievous in his eyes that you want to smack away because it makes your heart skip a beat, âYouâre telling me youâre not starving after that honey?â
Smacking your lips together, you roll your eyes as hard as you can, trying to hide the smile that pushes up your cheeks.Â
âWow, your confidence always just astounds me.â Shaking your head, your sarcastic laugh only makes him grin.
âI think you like it.âÂ
You canât bring yourself to deny it, fluttering your lashes at him with an attitude instead.
âBut if you really canât stand the thought of spending like another hour with me, Iâll turn around right now, honey.â You know he means it, feeling his foot slowly press on the brake in anticipation for your answer, âJust say the words.â
âSay it, say turn around Steve.â
âTake me somewhere with fries.â
When you left Robinâs house this morning, you didnât think watching Steve juggle two shakes and a large order of fries to the booth youâre sitting at with a heart so full it threatens to crack your chest, was where youâd end up at. His cheeks flush a deep shade red almost losing his footing, lovesick eyes too busy staring at you to watch where his boots land.Â
God, this was not a part of the plan.
âI got you strawberry,â his grin is proud, remembering your favorite from high school when he drops your cool treat in front of you, and instead of sliding into the seats across the table, he plops down into the spot right next to you, knees bumping underneath the wood.
âWhat if I wanted chocolate?â You tease, body turning into a lit match pressing into his side.
âThatâs what I got, and maybe, if you ask nicely,â he breathes, leaning in close enough for the tips of your noses to brush, âIâll share.â
You wonder if he can hear the way you swallow at his tone over that oldies station that plays in the Hawkins Diner.Â
âNo thanks, you can keep your cooties.â Sighing, you have to fight the twitch of your lips tearing your eyes away from him to focus on the fried potatoes in front of you.
âI think itâs a little late for that baby, Iâm afraid youâre completely covered in them.â He doesnât hesitate to press a sloppy kiss on your cheek that's loud enough to catch the attention of the girls thatâd been staring at him since the two of you walked in.
âSteve!â You try to scold, but the smile that spreads across your face gives you up, even if you wipe the kiss away with the back of your hand.
âWhat?â He smirks, grabbing a few fries and plopping them in his mouth and you try not to focus on the way his tongue darks out to collect the salt left over on his lips.
âI canât stand you.â
Itâs impossible to keep a straight face around him, even avoiding the playful gold that swirls in his gaze that hasnât stopped showering you with adoration.Â
âWhatever you have to tell yourself to sleep better at night.â He shrugs, taking a big swig of his shake, subtly scooting closer so your thighs touch.
The two of you eat in a peaceful silence for a few minutes, your head swimming with questions as your morning starts to really sink in. But your nerves make it impossible to focus on just one, especially every time you fingers brush, catching his small smirk from the corner of your eyes.
âSo tell me something,â you try, ignoring the slight shake in your voice, âHow did Steve Harrington, âking of Hawkinsâ, become a mechanic? I always thought youâd be in some big office with a suit working for your dad.âÂ
You notice the sour look that contorts the handsome features on his face at the former nickname again and you immediately feel bad for saying it. His thick eyebrows furrow, marrying in the middle as he tries to shake it off with a few harsh blinks grabbing another handful of fries.
âUmm, I did work for my dadâs firm for like six months actually.â He confesses, clearing his throat before tossing them into his mouth. âI think we hate each other even more now.â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to be rude that's not why I asked -â
âHoney, youâre fine.â He smiles warmly, a big palm finding the top of our thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting it occupy the space permanently.Â
âTurns out Iâm a terrible office manager. Iâd get super overwhelmed, which made me disorganized and weâd lose clients making my dad pissed, then one day I just kinda snapped after he laid into me in his office. Had a panic attack and then never showed my face there again.â
âSteve-â
âI knew he was going to fire me anyway, itâs fineâ he laughs, running his free hand through his hair, the other sliding down your thigh so his thumb can rub circles into the soft skin next to your knee cap.
âSo I wallowed in self pity for a month before Eddie started needing help at the shop. At first it just gave me something to do, heâd teach me a few things and turns out, Iâm actually pretty good at it. It honestly feels really fucking freeing to stop being the person everyone expected me to be.â
He smiles with all his teeth, the kind of pride radiating off of him that makes the hard brick wall youâve built around yourself start to soften, cracks forming in its foundation.
âWell, it looks good on you Harrington.â You have to look away when you say it, the butterflies becoming unbearable, because you werenât supposed to feel like this. âI guess.â
He snorts at your stubbornness, bumping shoulders with you before snatching your strawberry shake earning the kind of glare that makes him realize heâs never going to get over you.Â
Steveâs one hour lunch turns into two, almost becoming three getting lost in the kind of conversation that barely scratches the surface of everything youâve missed. Itâs all hushed tones, sweet eyes, and linked fingers that threaten to make you fold again, with the only thing saving you is the reminder of the mess you made on top of his client's Corvette, and Steve reluctantly admitting he needed to leave so he didnât actually lose his job in the morning.Â
It didnât matter though, he got his date.Â
And when he pulls up to Robinâs he doesnât hesitate to steal your breath away, grabbing you by the chin, giving you the kind of kiss over the center console that leaves you dizzy, just like in high school. He doesnât ask for his chain back, and you donât offer it, bounding up the stairs to the apartment with it shimmering against your chest.
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summary: steveâs such a goddamn sweetheart. until you convince him not to be.
contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina; âgood girlâ; teasing; oral (steve receiving); face fucking; spitting; nipple play; corruption (steve ⊠receiving?);
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You stare up at Steve from your position on the end of his bed, laying on your stomach. You kick your feet a little, smiling up at him. Your low cut top shows off your cleavage, which Steve stares at, eyes hooded and pretty lips parted.Â
He has no idea what youâre scheming.Â
âSteve,â you smile, reaching out for him. âCome here, pretty boy.â
He finally walks towards you. His cock strains against his dark-wash Levis, the gold on his belt glistening in the intimate lamp light. âYou look so beautiful,â he says softly, petting your hair. He tucks his fingers under your chin and pulls your head up to look at him. âJust gorgeous, yâknow that?â
You bite your lip, giggling. âAll for you, Stevie.â Your fingers find his belt loops and you pull him in closer, until his bulge presses against the tip of your nose. You hear Steveâs breath hitch above you.Â
âWhy donât I do something for you, hm?â he asks, running a big hand through your hair. âLet me take care of you.â
You shake your head, nuzzling his cock. âBeen wanting to taste you all night.â You bat your lashes up at him, really laying it on thick. You reach for his belt, unbuckling it swiftly and pulling his jeans down slow until heâs only in his underwear.Â
âWhat do you want, Steve?â you finally ask, looking back up at him. You already know what heâll say.Â
âWhatever youâll give me,â he says sweetly, softly, looking down at you with puppy dog eyes.Â
You nearly roll your eyes. But you have a trick up your sleeve that youâre sure will work soon enough.Â
You press a kiss to his clothed cock, smiling at the stain your lip gloss leaves on his underwear. You wore strawberry tonight, real sticky stuff that should make a mess. Your fingers find the waistband of his briefs and you finally pull them down, biting your lip when his cock springs up and bounces softly against his lower stomach.Â
Steveâs size is part of why he wonât be rough with you. Even though youâve proven to him that you can take it in as many ways as possible. Heâs far from the first person youâve ever been with, but heâs certainly the biggest. The sight of him as you drooling. Heâs so pretty - thick, long shaft that curves up a little at the top, a pink tip that weeps precum, cute little freckles, and full, tight balls.Â
You want him to make you take all of it.Â
You press a kiss to his balls first, lips twitching upwards when he lets his head fall back. He doesnât know what to do with his hands, keeps them at his sides instead of in your hair where they belong.Â
âYou can touch me,â you say softly, pressing a kiss to the base of his shaft.Â
âI know,â he replies, voice a little shaky. âDonât want to hurt you, thatâs all.â
You look up at him. Are you serious?
Steve tilts his head and frowns. âCâmon. You know Iâm a big softie.â
This isnât the first time youâve had this conversation, but it will be the first time you push him on it. âWhat makes you think you can hurt me?â
A little kiss to a vein running up the underside of his shaft makes him pause before he continues. âYou - you know. Iâm strong.â
âUh-huh,â you tease, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his cock and watching him fight off a shudder. âSuper strong, Steve.â
âI am!â
âNot that I would know.â Your tongue licks a stripe up the side of him and his eyes blink shut. âNever really got to see you be so strong, Stevie.â
He scoffs, opening his eyes. Theyâre half hooded. âThatâs total bullshit.â
You hum, flicking your tongue at the edge where his tip meets the shaft before suckling on the head. Steve sighs above you, half in relief and half in bliss, and rests one single hand gingerly on your head. âGood girl.â
You love that - when heâs sweet with you for pleasuring him. Itâs all you want to do. Christ, itâs all you think about. Being his perfect little slut, at his beck and call, letting him use you however he needs. Marked up, voice hoarse, legs shaking. Which, to be fair, Steve has that effect on you, anyway. Even when heâs soft and sweet and whispers sweet nothings to you.Â
Youâd just like it a bit more intensely.Â
You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times before pulling off. âDâyou really think Iâm a good girl?â
He scratches your scalp softly. âMhm.â
âThen why donât you give me a reward, huh?â
His brows twitch in annoyance. Itâs not often at all that you see him like this. Heâs usually good at hiding his annoyance with you. âMy cockâs right here, baby.â
Your stomach flips and you smile, giddy at his tone. âCan you help me take it?â you ask.Â
âYouâre so smart, angel,â he coos, scratching your head softly again. âPretty little brain of yours can figure it out.â
âFine. Let me seeâŠ.â
You take his cock back between your lips again. Steve moans above you, murmuring a curse. âThere you go,â he groans out. âS-see? Knew you could figure it out.â
You take him a little deeper, only a quarter of his length. He usually stops you halfway, anyway, getting nervous when you gag. But you see how his eyes grow darker when he hits the back of your throat.Â
Youâll make him work for it.Â
You drool on his cock, bobbing your head just enough, not too far. Steve still seems appreciative, keeps his hips still and feet planted on the ground. You wait until a string of saliva runs down your chin before pulling back, keeping your hands to yourself.Â
âLike that?â you ask, voice innocent.Â
âYeah, sweetheart,â he pants. âJust like that, baby.â
Just like that. You have him trapped.Â
You continue your movements, taking Steveâs cock in just like that - not very far, not far enough. You let yourself drool some more, more thick strings of saliva dripping from his cock. Enough to keep him interested. But it doesnât take long until he whimpers, his fingers tapping on your scalp.Â
âLittle more? Please?â
You look up at him through your lashes, head tilted again. âMore?â you ask, voice thick. âBut I thought I was doing good, Steve.â
He shivers. âYou are doinâ good, baby, so good, like always - just - need a little more, yâknow how.â
You blink. âI donât think I do.â
He scoffs, tongue licking over his white teeth. âWe both know you do.â
So now you take him into your throat, but you donât wrap your lips around his shaft. Itâs messy, but not tight enough. Steve sighs and his grip tightens in your hair.Â
âYouâre killinâ me,â he groans.Â
âI donât get it,â you pout, chin a mess. âIâm doing what youâre asking me to.â
âNo, youâre not.â
âThen why donât you show me?â
Steveâs jaw clenches and unclenches a few times, his eyes darker than ever as he looks down at you. âDonât know if you can handle that,â he finally says.Â
You hum, moving up onto your knees, disengaged. âMaybe you just canât handle me-â
Steve flips you onto your back so fast it knocks the wind out of you. Your head falls over the edge of his bed and you watch him upside-down, his nostrils flaring slightly, cheeks red.Â
You smile wide. Got you.Â
âThis what you wanted?â he asks, jerking himself off slowly. âWant me to treat you like the goddamn brat you are?â
âYes!â
He shakes his head. âJesus Christ. Pinch me if you want me to stop, okay? Donât wanna hurt you, just gotta show you what I told you you canât handle.â
You nod, thighs rubbing together.Â
He takes a deep breath, fingers moving to your lips and prying at your teeth. âOpen.â
You do as youâre told, choking almost immediately on his fingertips. He reaches into your throat, fucks his fingers in and out of it before pulling away and spitting down into your mouth. You gasp, thighs clenching harder.Â
âYou take my fingers well enough,â he observes, âNot sure why you wanna act like you canât suck cock all of a sudden.â
He angles your head back. You nearly giggle with glee, opening up so nice for him, sticking your tongue out to entice him when he hesitates.Â
He spits again, then slides into your throat.Â
You havenât been throat fucked like this before. You gag a lot sooner than you anticipate, right as his tip hits the back of it. Steveâs hips pull back but you grip the back of his thighs and pull him in, taking his length better this time around.Â
âFuck,â he grits, thrusting slow, a little shallow. Not the whole way. âChrist, God, youâre so n-needy. So fuckinâ needy. Spread - spread your legs.â
You do. Steve leans forward, pushing your skirt up and pushing himself further into your throat in the process. You gag but he doesnât seem to mind so much this time. âBreathe through your nose,â he instructs, his fingers running over your clothed clit. âDonât act like such a prude.â
Smack!
You moan around his cock as his hand comes down over your swollen bud. Itâs so neglected that the pain feels good.Â
âLook at you,â he coos, hips thrusting in and out of your hot, wet mouth. He lets his cock bury itself deeper, firmly into your throat now. âCanât - shit - w-wait to see how wet yâare by the end.â
He pulls out suddenly and you cough, eyes teary, looking up at him with blurred, adoring eyes. Steve leans forward and grabs your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them.Â
âLook what youâre makinâ me do,â he whines. âMakinâ such a mess of you.â
âDo you like it?â you ask.Â
He shakes his head. âToo much.â
Steve slides back into your throat and reaches forward to grope your tits. You moan and gag around him, his fingers finding your nipples and pinching them through your top. He finally shoves your shirt down, exposing your breasts, and continues pinching and tugging them.Â
âThis is what I wanted,â he pants, hips thrusting. âWanted to see these fuckinâ tits.â
You gag harder when he leans forward again, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as he takes a nipple between his bitten lips. He groans uncontrollably, hips bucking, his trimmed pubes tickling your nose.Â
âTouch yourself,â he moans lowly. âKnow yâwant to.â
You donât hesitate, letting your hands find your clit and rubbing it in fast circles. Youâre so close to cumming already just from the change of pace. From having him exactly where you need him. His cock buried in your throat, pleasuring himself, lips wrapped around your nipples, fingers pinching hard enough to make you squeal.Â
âYou do so good for me, huh?â he breathes against your chest, hands full of your pretty tits. âLetâs see how long you can hold it.â
He buries himself all the way. Your eyes cross and flutter shut while you focus on holding your breath, your throat bulging, Steveâs cock twitching. He whines and rests his hand on your neck, shuddering at the sight. He waits until youâre squirming, legs shifting and your hands finding his thighs before he finally pulls back.Â
âSpit.â
You do, right onto your own face. Itâs so humiliating but itâs so worth it when Steve groans, fisting his wet cock above you, rubbing the tip of it against the bridge of your nose.Â
âYouâre so good for me,â he pants. âYou okay? Can you keep taking it?â
You nod, heart beating out of your chest.Â
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Holy sit pizza man Steve!!! I love it
Thank you for being someone with taste! âșïž
Imagine those big hands kneading the dough? The precision and focus on his damp face as he works in the hot kitchen.
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THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (Steve Harrington's Version)
DO NOT COPY/EDIT/REPOST
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I have to know what would we do to spoil our old man on his birthday đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș
weâd spoil him rotten đ„ș
hereâs semi spicy 18+ blurb about giving our favorite old man a massage on his birthday â„ïž
(this blurb is for my au All I Really Want Is You but can be read as a stand-alone. Steve is 43 and fem!reader is 31 requested so long ago by @joekeerysmoles đ) wc:600
The rose oil that covers your hands makes your fingertips glide over his broad freckled shoulders with ease. Eucalyptus hangs thick and heavy in the warm air, crackling from the wooden wicks inside the candles that provide the only light in his room. They help the nerves that still flutter even after a year of saying âI love youâ.
Steve lays flat on his chest underneath you only in his boxer briefs, the gold Gucci emblem around the waist band shimmers in the low light. Your knees sit on either side of his hips, dipping down the plush bedding of his new king size mattress. A 43rd birthday gift to himself, while you sit in nothing but the thin red lace of the one you got for him.
Leaning forward with a smirk, your lips ghost across two of your favorite moles that dot the back of his neck, the tip of your nose tracing the shell of his ear.
âHappy birthday old man.â
Applying just enough pressure up the dip of his spine, you earn a low moan from him that vibrates deep in your core. It takes every ounce of your willpower not to rock your hips and chase it.
âHoney,â his voice comes out muffled from around the tops of his hands,âI wish there were words to describe how good this feels.â
Giggling with a chest full of pride, you catch a flash of his white teeth, stubble covered cheeks pushing up at his favorite sound. One of his big hands slips out, shoulders flexing with his movement as he reaches back to squeeze at the soft dough of your thigh before disappearing back to where it came from.
A content sigh escapes from between his pink lips as your focus shifts to his neck, your fingers digging at the tense muscles under his gold chain. The metal glistens with oil every time it catches the glow of the flickering candle, while your thumb and forefinger knead behind his ears.
âShit, baby.â
Huffing with furrowed brows, he readjusts so he can turn his head to the other side. The movement slides you forward, creating just enough friction to bite down on your bottom lip. The dull ache between your legs becomes even harder to ignore, and you wonder if he can feel just how wet you are.
âYeah, is that the spot?â You coo all sticky sweet, working it with even more focus. He sucks in a sharp breath, his teasing kisses all night spurring you on.
âGod, fuck - yeah, yeah, right there.â He groans loud enough to drown out the sounds of The OâJays vinyl playing downstairs, your thumb finally loosening up a hard knot.
His whole body melts under your touch, the hard lines of his face relaxing while the blunt ends of your nails scratch at the silver hairs hiding in the nape of his neck. Letting go of his long work week with deep breath, the movements have your hips rolling on their own, his oiled sun kissed skin making it too easy to do again.
He hums knowingly, relishing in the soft tug of his hair loving the way you squeal when he flips himself over. Big hands grab at your hips to keep you in place, the effects of your massage had on him becoming obvious nestled between your thighs.
Thereâs still no preparing for the sight beneath you, and despite seeing it almost every day, you still canât believe heâs yours.
His soft hair is a tousled mess of auburn and silver on top of his head, begging you to drag your hands through it. The five oâclock shadow that peppers his strong jaw is at your favorite length, and sometimes you think he grows it out a little longer just for you. His gold chain that hangs off his neck fits like a choker, no longer lost in the thick patch of chest hair that you swear has a few more gray curls inside of it after today. Letting your hands wander his chest, your gentle touch makes the subtle muscles of his abs twitch. Perfect teeth biting down on his full bottom lip, watching you in awe.
âYou know I hate my birthdays? Always have.â Steve hums, warm palms gliding up your thighs, squeezing at the soft dough before digging his long fingers into your hips, âNow I wish it was every day with you lookinâ like this, pretty girl.â
âWho says it canât be?â You grin, running your slick hands back up his pecs, nails scratching in the coarse hair there.
Leaning forward, you fix his chain bumping the end of your nose with his, rolling your hips slowly, you feel him twitch inside the soft cotton of his briefs.
âIt certainly feels like it,â he whispers with a smile against your lips.
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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE KEERY đđđđđđ„łđ„łđđđđđđ„łđđđđđ„łđđđđ
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âŠâŠâŠâŠ
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HES SO BEAUTIFUL OM SOBBING MY EYES OUT
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THATS MY BOYFRIEND OH MY GOD
WHO GAVE HIM THE AUDACITY TO WEAR A CAP BACKWARDS AND NOT BE MY BOYFRIEND???????
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just dreamy boyfriend things
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tramps like us
this is part of the tramps like us series, but can be read as a standalone!
Paring: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader
Summary: Gator starts something he thinks he can finish, but itâs not in the way he expects.
CW/Tags: smut, duhâ switch!gator, switch!reader, femdom, toys, PiV unprotected sex, squirting, light bondage, dacryphilia, dirty talk, objectification, language, mean!reader, edging, bratty!gator, sickeningly sweet aftercare, and (yâall Iâm so sorry) post-orgasm syncope. probably forgetting stuff but that covers most of it.
WC: 3.9k
ă series masterlist â§.âthis is a sequel to part time soulmate, full time problem â§.âlisten to the series playlist â§.âread on AO3ă
A/N: yâall kept asking for more smut, and i agree, there wasnât enough filth in this series lmao, so Iâm hoping to add more mini chapters for just smut in between the next few! hope yâall enjoy, and thanks as always for the support on this series đ«¶đ»
chapter 6â§.â
killshot (slowed + reverb) - magdalena bay
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âïœĄâȘ oh god, can you make my heart stop / hit me with your kill shot baby / I mean it so serious ⏠âË.
âJesus, youâre insatiable,â You suppress a groan while Gator lazily ruts against your ass; while trying to do your makeup in the bathroom, he couldnât keep himself off of you. âWhatâs with you today?â
In fact, heâs been greedy and needy in touches since the two of you woke up, and while you love it, youâre trying to be responsible and go to work.
âYou keep wearinâ these short dresses âround me and expect me not to touch you?â He pushes the dress up, bunching up around your hips, exposing high waisted, lace fabric; the pair accentuates the plushy curves of your ass and thighs, drives Gator wild. âCâmon, darlinâ, youâre a smart girl.âÂ
Your eyes meet his in the mirror before you push back into him with a devious smirk. âI know I am, donât gotta tell me that.â You return to blending your makeup like nothing happened, feeling his length twitch against you. âI wanna play a game.â
Gatorâs brows knit together with a slight, disapproving frown. âWeâre bad at games, yâknow. Whenever yaâ try challenging me, we both just end up givinâ in.â
âNot this one.â
Now, heâs intrigued; Gator Tillman loves a good challenge.
Even if heâs bad at winning.
As you set your brush down, his hand snakes around to the front of your throat, pulling you back flush against his chest. That delicious, dizzy sensation begins to make your head float with desire.
Gatorâs fingers toy with the pressure of your blood flow, rutting against you roughly as he savors the expression on your face through the mirror.
âYouâre so fuckinâ cute when yâthink youâre tough.â His other hand pushes the top of your sundress down, cock kicking against your backside at the absence of a bra. âOh, yâreally were gonna walk around like this all day?â
âItâsâŠâ Heâs slow, deliberate with his movements as his hand grabs a handful of your chest. Any argument you had in waiting is lost when he pinches your nipple; your head lolls back onto his shoulder with a whimper. âItâs so hot out.â
âIf I didnât like the way you looked in this, itâd be ripped off yaâ and on the floor already.â The hand around your neck is replaced with his arm snaking around into a headlock. Itâs loose, but the sight of his toned, defined arm around your neck alone makes your thighs squeeze together.
âG- Gator, câmon, I gotta get readyââ His arm flexes pressure around your neck, stealing your words.Â
âYouâre so easy, darlinâ. Just gotta say some sweet, filthy words to yaâ, choke yaâ, and you go dumb instantly.â The hand on your breast moves to tug your underwear down, then his, before kicking your feet apart. âDidnât even get to tell me âbout the game you wanted to play. Told yaâ.â
Your eyes roll back as he slips a finger between your folds, hips rolling onto his lazy touch, inwardly cursing yourself at the way your body betrays you.Â
You manage to rasp out, âOh, go fuck yourself, Tillman.â
Much to your surprise, his arm drops, hand pulls away and he backs up, pulling his boxers back on. With a shrug, his eyes meet yours in the mirror, smirk twisting onto his features while your mouth hangs agape. Your chest rises and falls roughly as your heart rate settles with disappointment.
âWhatever yaâ want, princess.â
And just like that, Gatorâs gone, leaving you a breathless, dripping wreck in the bathroom, alone.
He might like a good challenge, or bending the rules to his benefit, but youâre better at being a classic, stubborn, bratâ youâre going to make him regret pushing your buttons like this.
With the little composure youâve got, you adjust your dress and finish your makeup before heading back up to the bedroom, paying no mind to Gator smirking devilishly from the couch. He continues scrolling on his phone, not thinking twice about why you retreated upstairs.
Not until your moans float down from the loft. Not until the loud buzz of your wand follows. The sounds send blood rushing south; it was already hard enough walking away from you, all desperate and submissive, ready to fall apart instantly. But now, his dick hurts. He needs to fuck you, now.Â
âOh, fuckâŠâ
Gator rushes off the couch and towards the stairs, nearly tripping upwards as he runs. He loses his breath at the sight of you on the bed, face down, ass up while youâre teasing yourself with the plug heâs used on you before. The wandâs pushed aside, for now, lying in wait with a dildo.
âAngel, what⊠whatâre yâdoinâ?â His voice cracks as his mouth instantly goes drier than a desert.Â
âWhatâs it look like, Gator?â You take the plug in, slowly, eyes rolling back as it begins to sink into you. Breathily, you comeback with, âIf you wonât fill and touch me, Iâll do it myself.â
Gator strides over to you, but before he can climb on the bed, you command, âNo, you can sit and watch, since yaâ wanna be a fuckinâ tease.â You reach the widest curve of the plug, stinging for a moment and creating a pained look on your face.
âLemme help, darlinâ.â He pants out, sinking to the floor as he watches you from the edge of the bed.Â
âDonât need your heâ oh, fuck!â The plug finally nestles into your body, causing your eyes to roll back and cunt to clench around nothing. âSee? Didnât need yaâ.â
His hands grip the sheets, restraining himself from surging forward and taking control.Â
âN- no, you didnât.â He finds himself admitting in a daze. You throw a lopsided smirk his way before flipping onto your back, reaching for the dildo and wand next. It slides into you with ease from your own slick, making Gatorâs mouth water at the view.
Itâs not as big of a stretch as he is, but with the plug in the other hole, itâs still a tight fit. As you flip the switch for your wand, running it up and down your folds, you finally glance back at Gator; heâs a wreck, face flushed red while he bites the back of his hand, eyes never leaving the sweet, sinful movements you make along your angelic form.
âMâgod⊠youâre gonna kill me, baby.â He murmurs as he palms himself. âI- I need to touch yaâ.â
âYou had your chance, Tillman.â You manage to speak steadily, despite the way your body sporadically jolts whenever the wand hits your clit just right. âI wanted to see if you could last the whole day without touchinâ and teasinâ me, but now yâcan watch me play with myself instead.â
He whines, face burying into the mattress. âCan I come up at least?â
âSure, but yâcanât touch yourself either. Hand off your dick, right now.â
Gator groans loudly, pained. âYouâve gotta be fuckinâ kidding me.â
âIf you last until I get off, Iâll reward you.â You gasp sharply as pleasure rolls through your body. Gator scrambles up onto the bed, trying to sit still at the opposite end, but heâs already losing it over the show youâre giving him.
â⊠and if I donât?â
âCanât fuck me for a week.â
âA week?!â Gator shouts incredulously. âHow the hell are yaâ gonna survive a whole fuckinâ week without cryinâ on my cock?â
âSurvived without you for how long now, a week wonât kill meâ ah, ah, hands off.â You scold him for brushing his hand against his bulge; it was a subconscious move, but still breaks the rules regardless.Â
âWhat if I decide to break the rules and switch instead?â
âIf you know whatâs good for you, youâll be a good boy, and watch.â
You see his cock kick as you call him a good boy, restrained under the fabric.
âFor the love ofââ Gatorâs already losing it, already wants to give in and pin you down and show you whoâs really in charge here.Â
Except he knows. He knows itâs you. Heâs like putty in your hands when you flip the switch like this, and he wouldnât dare ruin a sight as sweet as this one.
Gator just sits back, hands digging into the sheets while he keeps his gaze locked on you. Heâs trying his hardest to settle his shallow breaths, but his jawâs clenched as you moan his name, hips rolling into the vibrating wand. Tears spring at the edge of your eyes; he thinks youâre closeâ
Until you pull the wand back, body twitching as it backs off from the edge of your climax. Your eyes are dark, heavily hooded with lust as both your cunt and ass squeeze the toys inside of you.
âAre you really gonnaââ
âEdge myself? If it pisses you off, sure fucking will.â
And pissed off he is; Gator glares at you, âWhat happened to going to work?â
âHave to teach a lesson to a brat first,â you murmur, wand back on your puffy clit. Gatorâs eyes follow the slick that drips from you onto the sheets below with a whimper.Â
He regains composure. Or, at least he tries to. âMe? A brat? Okay, sure, princess.â He lets go of the sheets, shifting closer to him, so you stop. He stops, too.
âIâm sorry, do I need to cuff you?â
Gatorâs face flushes as he sits back again. Your eyes fall to the dark spot on his boxers.
âOh, poor thing, youâre so worked up, huh?â
He nods, gulping.
âGood.â
You continue playing with yourself, growing close to your release just to edge yourself again. Gator whines, trying his best to keep his hips still, from rutting into the mattress.
âI canât watch you suffer like this,â You murmur with a fake pout. Gatorâs eyes light up.
âDoes this mean I can touch yaâ?â
You donât answer, just pull the toy cock out of you, licking it clean before shoving it to the back of your throat; Gator lets out the filthiest moan youâve heard from him yet.Â
âDarlinâ, please, you- youâre killinâ me, here.â His eyes are wide as you pull the toy out of your mouth, stare trailing down with the spit that slides off the fake tip.
Leaving the plug in, you flick the wand off before moving aside, nodding to the pillows you once laid on. âGo âhead, honey, strip nâ lay back for me.â
Gator tries to hide the relief flooding through him, more than ready for you to touch him, and vice versa. You reach into the nightstand, pulling out a blindfold, watching his cock twitch at the sight.
âYou gonna use that on me? I can just close my eye, yâknowâ
âUh-huh,â You straddle him before gently tying it around his face. âAnd thatâs not the same. I donât trust yaâ.â
âButââ
âArms up.â
He hears the familiar clink of metal, whimpering as you cuff his wrists to the bed frame.
âYou want me to touch you?â
âPlease, Iâll be good, promiseâ oh ffffffuckâ what- whatâs thatââ
You roll a cock ring over his throbbing length, smirking at the way he bucks into your hand. Watching Gator squirm from the pressure makes you lick your lips.
âDoesnât hurt, does it?â
âNo, but whatâ itâs soââ His hips roll desperately into empty air with a needy whine. âI thought you were gonna let me touch yaâââ
âIn your dreams, Tillman.â
His hands grip at the chains of the cuffs, gritting his teeth at the sensation; it feels good, too good. Heâs already panting, head of his length cherry red with need.
âBut Iâll touch you.â
âOh, thank godââ The airâs forced out of his lungs as you sink down onto him, pinning his legs to the bed with your own. âFuckfuckfuck.â
âJust not in the way youâre hopinâ for.â
Gatorâs too drunk off pleasure to ask what that means. A cluttered mess of your own sounds tumble out as he stretches you out, the sensation tighter than usual from the plug inside you. He clearly feels it, too, shuddering loudly as you finally take all of him in.
He knows despite the countless times the two have you fucked, you still need a second to adjust to his length; he whimpers as he waits, but the waiting just continues on, and on, and onâ
âAngel,â Gator tries bucking up into you, but you hold him in place. â⊠why arenât yaâ movinâ?â
ââCause this ainât about you, baby.â The wand buzzes to life as you lean back to tease your clit again.Â
Gator can feel the vibrations, he can feel the way you nearly squeeze him to death, with the cock ring already constricting him, the way you flutter around himâ
âThis isnât fuckinâ fair,â He whines, squirming underneath you.
âOh honey, Iâm sorry,â You feign pity, leaning forward to pull the blindfold off. Gator blinks a few times before focusing on you as you pull away again. âYouâre right, it wasnât fair to hide the show from you, mâsorry, baby.â
Youâre talking way too sweet; he knows youâre up to no good. He shakes his wrists, irritated. âJust take âem off already.â
You ignore him as you touch yourself again, dripping over his cock. Gator watches the scene before him, nearly drooling. Every so often, the vibrator slips down his shaft, causing him to cry out.
The longer this goes onâ you, only using him for your pleasureâ the more red his face turns, heat spilling down his neck and onto his chest. He pants wildly, still tugging at the cuffs while biting down onto his lip, about to break the skin.
âGator, yâfeel so good.â
Again, he tries thrusting upward, failing miserably as his body barely moves under your strong hold.
âItâd feel better if youâd let me fuck yaâ.â The way his words tumble out in whimpers does anything but make him sound like he should be in control.Â
âHm⊠not sure, baby. Youâre pretty good at beinâ a toy for me instead.â
Being objectified causes Gator to twitch and kick within you, earning a shocked smirk from you. He flushes under your stare, trying his hardest to look annoyed, but it doesnât take much more than another skilled roll of your hips forward to make him break.
âOh, so you like being a fuck toy for me?â
He moans, back arching, just barely lifting his hips under you, shoving him deeper inside. You jolt at the extra fullness.
âDarlinâ, pleaseââ
Your eyes flicker up to his, âWhat? Youâre the one always bragging that your dick is better than my toys. Might as well just become one, then.â
âFuckinâ hell, the mouth on yaâââ Gator gasps sharply, a sound you donât get to hear often, but it runs straight to your core regardless. âThisâ is thisââ He pants wildly, like heâs about to cum, but itâs not enough. Itâs almost like heâs stuck, teetering on the edge of his desired high. âThat stupid fuckinâ thing is keepinâ me fromââ
His own moan cuts him off, so you finish his thought, âThe ring? Keepinâ you from fillinâ me up? Yeah, just for now, at least. Baby, thatâs the whole point. You thought youâd get off easy?â
Every time he gets close to a climax, it only builds, never reaching that delicious, sinful high heâs craving. âJesus fuckinâ christââ
âPrettiest toy Iâve ever owned,â You murmur, leaning over him as you leave the wand pressed between both of your bodies as you grab his face. He canât stop watching the point where your bodies meld together, spellbound by the sight. âNever had one this pathetic and whiny, though. Whatâs wrong, darlinâ?â
Gatorâs eyes snap up to yours, teeth gritting together as he spits, âDonât fuckinâ call me that.â The tension loosens quickly from his jaw when your hand wanders to his throat, ghosting your grip over his neck, waiting for his permission. You donât expect him to whimper out a, âPleaseâŠâ
Slowly, tortuously slow, youâre adding pressure to the sides of his neck, playing with his blood flow just right; youâre handing over the heavenly, dizzying sensation he likes more than heâd admit. The moan that slips between his parted lips is strained as his eyes roll back.
Just as soon as Gator reaches the sweet spot, you steal it away, hand leaving his throat with ease.Â
âNoâ ughâ whyâd yâstop?â He bucks up into you as he asks pitifully, chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. Another almost-orgasm hits him rapidly, so, so close to the edge, and yetâ âBaby, baby, please, this isâ sâfuckinâ awfulââ
You frown leaning back a little with concern on your features. âYou hurt?â
â⊠No.â
âYou wanna stop?â
â⊠No, butââ
âThen yâcan take what I give yaâ, darlinâ.â He grunts at the mocking while you surge forward, mouth on his neck and wasting no time as you kiss, suck, bite, and lick along his sensitive skin.Â
He bites his bottom lip, trying to suppress more sinful sounds; thatâs when he realizes youâve lifted your hold on his bottom half with your legs, and takes advantage of the opportunity of your mistake.Â
When your lips make their way to Gatorâs jaw, then his face, to his lips, youâre about to kiss him when he smirks like a damn demon, distracting you before he plants his feet onto the bed, slamming up into you.
Itâs only once, but itâs enough to push the air from your lungs, eyes rolling back as your jaw drops. Gator flashes that smirk, that smug, arrogant, smirk heâs had his entire life. The one that both infuriates and flusters you, always has, probably always will.
âWhat was that, darlinâ?â He slams up into you again, hitting your sweet spot in just one rough motion. You canât catch the scream before it escapes you, only fueling his cocky attitude. âWhat was that, âbout takinâ what yaâ give?â
âFuck youââ
âThought thatâs what we were doinâ?â
You slip your fingers into his mouth before slamming yourself down onto him, thighs locking him back in place against the mattress. The noises he makes around your fingers are pornographic as you regain control.
âShould gag yaâ one of these days, keep that bratty mouth busy,â Youâre muttering as you start bouncing on his cock, angrily needy and begging with a pulsating sensation for release. âToys shouldnât talk anyway.â
As you heighten your pace, Gator sucks greedily on your fingers, eye heavy with lust while you drip all over him. He hums until you take the hint, pulling your hand away, leaving him a breathless mess.
Just like he left you earlier. Itâs only fair.
âAngel, mâclose.â
âYou are? You sure? You got close a few times already, but nothinâ happened.â
He throws his head back into the pillows as his back arches off the bed.Â
âJesus, youâre so fucking pretty fallinâ apart like this.â
Tears spring in his eyes, pouting and panting and shaking underneath you.
âCan I? Iâ please? Need it, need to cum inside yaâ.â
âYeah? How bad do yâneed it?â
âFeels like⊠like mâgonna die if I donât.â
âDramatic, arenât we?â You spit down towards the space where the two of you meet, just barely hitting the base of his cock, and for some reason, that is what does him in.
Gatorâs about to snap back when his entire body shakes, eye spinning back as his mouth falls open; the cry he makes is silent, at first, then pierces the quiet around you all at once as he finally spills inside of you.
âThatâs it, honey, just like that,â You praise him through his well-deserved high. âDid so good fâme⊠Poor thing, yâneeded that so bad, didnât you?â
When he thinks heâs finally coming down, heâs drained further as you constrict around him, close to your own high. Heâs overstimulated, still fucking filling you, certain his mindâs on the edge of insanity.
Beyond fucked out, Gator canât find the words he so desperately needs to say, just gives one rough thrust up into you before actually crying, name dripping from your lips in a dumb, pussy drunk babble.Â
You know whatâs about to happen, but this time, youâre trying your best to embrace it without shame. Legs shaking, body rolling in convulsions, youâre so, so closeâ
âNeeded tâget fucked dumb, didnât yaâ?â He looks exhausted, barely nodding as you finally follow him over the edge, head lolling back as you scream his name, squirting. He smirks sleepily at the sight, everything feeling dizzy and distant.Â
Without warning, Gator cums again as you, rasping out another moan, pained with overstimulation before everything fades out.
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âHey, honey, câmon- oh, oh thank fuckââ You sigh, relieved as Gator comes to, delirious and lost on your panic. You place his limp wrists to your lips, kissing the spots worn raw from the cuffs.
Itâs faint, but he smiles up at you as he rests over your lap, head still cradled in the pillows. âHi, pretty thing.â
You giggle, gazing down at him, pushing the hair out of his eyes with one hand as you set his arms back down gently with the other.
âAre you okay?â
âMâgreat, angel. You âkay?â He drawls, hand weakly reaching for yours before you pull back from his face. He presses it against his face clumsily, staring up at you with all the adoration in the world.
From the few times youâve been in control in the past, you canât deny how much you love the way he so slowly comes out of subspace, clingy and needy for your doting, sweet aftercare. Over time, heâs grown more comfortable with letting you be extra sweet outside of the bedroom, but these moments are still something you hold dear to your heart.
Thereâs just something about the way youâre able to care for the one whoâs always cared for and protected you almost your entire life.
âYou sure? You passed out,â Youâre still worried; now you know how he felt when you blacked out the time he begged you to sit on his face. âYou scared the fuck outta me.â
âMâso good at that,â He turns over, curling in towards you, hand still holding yours. âYouâre sticky.â
âYeah, the one fuckinâ time I actually liked squirting, you passed out.â
Gator tries sitting up, but heâs too quick, dizzying himself further. You lean him back cautiously as he whines, âI missed that? Fuck⊠can we try again?â He eyes up the toys, all turned off and discarded, thrown to the foot of the bed.
âNot nowââ
âWhy not? Gimme like⊠ten minutes, Iâll be brand fuckinâ new for yaâ, darlinâ.â He even sounds drunk.
âMaybe later⊠like, way later. Wanna make sure youâre okay first, and totally need to clean the both of us up⊠and the bed.â
âDonât yaâ gotta work?â He frowns, remembering and feeling guilty for throwing off your entire morning. But you just shrug it off.
âYeah⊠Iâm callinâ off.â You run your hand through his hair, scratching along his scalp soothingly. âTakinâ care of you is more important.â
The adoration the two of you have for one another only grows after each scene, and right now, Gatorâs looking up at you like youâre his entire world.Â
Because, honestly, you are, and vice versa. He canât wrap his head around the idea of moments like this being the new forever for the two of you.
Instead of sharing those feelings, Gator fumbles around for the right words before rasping out, â⊠So, that means weâre fuckinâ again, right?â
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cozy hoodieâd up and look at his hands⊠i need to be sedated
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