Minors DNI, NSFW, AFAB Reader

Minors DNI, NSFW, AFAB reader

Consider this: surprising Steve with naughty Polaroid's.

You knew you wanted to start off with a few tame shots; see Steve's reaction before you thought of taking it any further. The first couple of pictures were of a new lacy bra cupping your breasts underneath your unbuttoned blouse and your legs clad in sheer thigh high stockings, glossy nails toying with the hem.

You didn't want to just walk up to him and hand them over. That felt too unexciting. Instead, you hid them in a place you knew he was sure to look.

Seated in the parking lot of Family Video, he'd find the first set of pictures inside of an envelope tucked into the visor of his car. Instantly, he would know it was from you, recognizing the faint scent of your perfume coming off of the baby blue stationary.

You'd given him letters in the past, earnest and heartfelt writings that he'd collect and peruse on days he missed you. This felt different. He thought it was strange that you hadn't handed it to him in person like the others. It made him wonder what made this gift unlike the others. Accidentally ripping the envelope, the contents spilled onto his lap, snapshots of lace and soft skin pooling on his thighs in an enticing mess.

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When your phone starts to ring you take a moment to exhale, readying yourself for the call you'd been waiting for since slipping the pictures into Steve's car.

There's no time to greet him first when you pick up the phone, his voice carrying through the line in an excited ramble. "Baby, baby, your envelope- I found it it my car- oh my god".

"Did you like them?", you ask, voice all hopeful.

"Like them? you gave me a boner at work. I'm going to be hard all day", he answers, not sounding upset about it in the least.

You laugh, a mix of relief and something more washing over you. "You better do something about that, Harrington", you tease.

"Oh I plan to. You better be ready for me because I'm coming over the second my shift ends".

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Since then you'd get more creative with your little gifts, getting more bold with how you dressed up (or down) for him in your pictures.

The next set of pictures started with a side angle of you in just your panties and a white crop top as you sat on your bed with your legs folded underneath you, the curve of your breasts just below your nipples visible underneath the cut of your top.

Positioning your camera on top of your dresser, you're able to take a few more while dressed only in one of Steve's shirt's. The first few has you on the carpet with your legs folded again, camera pointed at you in a downward angle by slipping a thin stack of your envelopes underneath the back of it. Your thighs are spread with your hands planted between them, chest pushed out so that your nipples strain against the cotton.

The next few required a little stretching beforehand in order to capture your vision. Crossing your ankles, you bend over in front of the camera until you're able able to reach your toes, the hem of Steve's shirt riding up high so that your ass is visible. You make sure that the thong you're wearing is light in color, not wanting him to miss the wet spot dampening the thin material.

The last few are full body shots of you laying in bed. Steve's shirt and your thong are are in frame and discarded near your feet to imply that you're nude underneath. You're careful with how you conceal yourself with your satin sheets, not ready to bare yourself on camera just yet. You pull the buttery material between your thighs and up to your chest so that your legs, hips and some of your stomach are visible but your cunt remains covered. You cover your breasts as well, allowing a bit of your right nipple to remain partially visible.

Over the course of the week you hid the pictures in different places - a single shot tucked into his wallet, another envelope slipped into his locker at work, a couple underneath his pillow. It was a fun little game that got the both of you worked up always ended in sex. Sloppy, messy, less than gentle sex during which he never failed to mention how much he enjoyed your pictures.

"D'ya play with yourself when you took them? slip under the covers and fuck yourself while you thought of me? Shit, baby- I came all over my fist looking at that picture- imagining what you were doing underneath those sheets"

"I could see how wet you were- you look so pretty like that, sweetheart. Bent over, ass out. S'that how you want me to fuck you?"

"You looked so good in my clothes. Think you'd look better in them if you lost the panties, don't you think? 'be easier for me taste that perfect pussy"

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When the time came to plan for your latest batch of pictures, the nude shots you were now ready to pose for, you felt you needed to add another layer of surprise - a new setting perhaps. And you had just the place in mind.

Steve finds the next set of pictures in the same place you'd hidden the very first envelope, only this time there's two envelopes instead of one. After making a cursory glance around the empty parking lot, he opens the one marked 'open first', cock already stirring in his jeans.

The first picture shows you in a matching lingerie set posed on top of a desk. Taking in the way the lace and straps cling to your body, it isn't until a minute later that he realizes that it's his desk you're perched on top of.

The thought of you dressed like that in his own room has his mind swimming.

The next couple of pictures show you posed in his bathtub, water filled just below your completely exposed tits.

A few others show you seated in his desk chair, towel barely draped around your still damp body with your legs spread, pussy glistening with slick.

The last has his eyes nearly popping out of his head - you, completely nude on his bed, fingers sunk inside your cunt.

He wills his unsteady fingers to cooperate as he rips at the second envelope, breath catching in his throat at what slips out. It's the panties you were wearing in the first picture while perched on top of his desk - a little note tucked in with them and stamped with a kiss in your favorite shade of lipstick which read, "I'm waiting".

Needless to say, he didn't clock in for his shift that day.

Take You For Granted Ch.1

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

status: in progress

Wordcount: 11.3K

summary: 

Out of sight, out of mind. Is what you always reminded yourself after you moved away from home. No longer under the watchful eye of your childhood bully, and free to live your life the way you wanted. A semi-successful career, monthly get-togethers with the girls from college. Free to date any and every man that walked into your line of sight.

Until you find yourself in the predatory gaze of a stalker, hungry for anything you have to offer.

Now your childhood bully is in charge of protecting you from a danger you never saw coming. Pro hero or not, the last thing you want or need is Katsuki Bakugou back in your life. Forcing you to come to terms with the fact neither of you knew how to handle your feelings, even as adults.

warnings: General warnings for fic.

Bully Bakugou Katsuki, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Forced Bonding, Bodyguard type Romance, Blood and Violence, Drinking & Talking, Home Improvement, Bonding, Manhandling, Roughhousing, Rough Kissing, Forced Eye Contact, Mutual Masturbation, Pet Names,Bullying, Sharing a Bed, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Play, Daddy Kink, Light BDSM, Domestic Fluff, Childhood Friends, Flashbacks, Idiots in Love, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Dirty Talk, Breathplay, Breeding Kink, Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Angst, Smut

They had always been there, as far as you can remember, Leaking like a busted pen into the crevices of your memories. Leaving purplish black stains you couldn’t erase, no matter how hard you tried. You were glued to their sides, just as much as they were yours growing up.

Always a little older, faster, and stronger than you in every aspect.

Whisking you away on grand adventures. Through the enchanted forests of the nearby park. Equipped with Long skinny sticks that served as swords. And pockets full of gray rocks that were able to cast powerful magic. They taught you the ways of the make-believe world they created.

One where Dragons soared through the skies. And monsters laid in wait to snatch up helpless maidens. Knights and wizards were in a constant battle to rule over lands that had yet to be discovered. A place that gifted you with endless possibilities to seek a grand adventure of your own.

But as always you were shunned to the role of a lonely princess.

Locked away in a tower, waiting for your knight and wizard to aid you in escape. The story was something close to being locked away by an evil step-parent. Who promised you to a prince before you were born. And your only chance at escape was the blond hair knight and a curly green-haired wizard. Two people who should be mortal enemies.

But willing to work together to rescue the princess.

And every time you played this game, it was always the same outcome. They did it, but only for you. Your call was enough for them to put aside petty differences long enough to free you from the tower in the sky. Willing to fight off those dragons and slimy monsters, all in a race to be the first one to rescue you.

From what you remember, to win your hand in marriage.

On, those days your tower wasn’t just the largest rock Katsuki could find in the park. But it was the highest tower in the deepest parts of the enchanted woods. Protected by a river of lava and goblins who lived under the bridge to the castle door. Ready and waiting to tear anyone who was dumb enough to get close to shreds.

You vividly remember the way you wanted to have a turn at being a knight, ready to rescue a maiden in waiting.

Only to have your idea laughed at by the blond-haired boy.

Because you were a princess and you needed to be saved. Or so that's what he told you. That you were too much of a scardy cat to fight an actual dragon or kill off a goblin. You couldn’t even be a wizard, because that was what Deku was supposed to do.

No, your job was to wait around and yell for help until they found you.

As much as you felt disappointed in his words, you still played along because you just wanted to be included. Playing the part of the helpless princess and waiting for your heroes to save you.

Not much longer after that argument you could hear your mother calling the three of you back home for lunch. Your game was on pause until you could eat a proper meal. She sat the three of you up just under the shade of the massive tree in your backyard. The sturdy towering oak. Large enough to support the weight of the new swing your parents had just bought you. While providing a nice place to relax and enjoy your lunch in the summer heat.

They were the reason for most of your childhood memories, but he was the sole reason behind most of the trauma.

Because lurking just underneath those wonderful memories of fighting dragons. And playing make-believe in the park. when you were five, you also remember the way he pulled your hair. Tugging harshly on the pigtails your mother put you in that morning. You can remember the way his laugh carried around the open park. As tears welled up in your eyes from the pain on your scalp.

He called you a crybaby when you brought up his roughhousing. Taking his frustration by being called out on you once again. Pushing you backward, and stealing the biggest bite of your strawberry cream sandwich. Laughing once again at the way your mouth hung open in disbelief.

He only pretended to be sorry when you ran inside and told your mother what he had done. Huffing and puffing like a real-life dragon when he had to apologize to you in front of everyone. His face was red and his hands balled into fists at his side. His mother slapped the back of his head as punishment. He gritted the words out, but you could tell he was still angry at you. His new mission was to make your life as miserable as possible as long as he was around.

Because it only got worse from then on out.

The endless family dinners,birthday parties. And even sleepovers he made sure that you cried at least once. He would always say something that would hurt your feeling. Calling you silly childish names that stung like a mortal wound at your age.

He would go out of his way to steal your favorite plush animal you snuggled into bed with. nd throw it across the room for no reason other than to hear you whine. Or if you were at dinner, he would pinch your arm and wait for you to cry out. Just so he could make fun of you and run off to play with Izuku before you could blame him for anything.

To be a knight, he was really mean to the princess he liked to save.

But after a while, he wasn’t satisfied with just bullying you anymore.

Izuku was kind, unlike his blond haired friend.

He had more than enough time in his day to show you kindness when Katsuki wouldn’t. He let you nap in peace, let you snuggle up under his baby blanket, and stayed quiet when you were sleeping. His mom made you both your favorite snacks, and he let you pick out the games you played together. He even let you play with his super cool All Might figure, that even Katsuki couldn’t touch.

But those lazy afternoons at Izuku’s came to a halt as soon as Katsuki figured out you like playing with Izuku more.

Suddenly he was there, stirring up the same trouble you thought you were rid of. He started to bully him too. Dead set on taking out everything from his anger to using poor Izuku as practice for his quirk. He had to a point to prove you assume. To show you both that he was the superior choice as a friend, and you both were dumb to choose each other instead of him.

Making sure that you knew he was the strongest around. Even if he had to fight with a bunch of fifth graders to prove it to you.

One of them had called your dress stupid, and he tried to fight all four of them.

He won, because of course he would. He had already burned it into your young mind he was the best even at his age. He was willing to defend your honor in order to prove just how great he was. He was the only one who was allowed to mock how silly your outfits were, or how your hair was done each day. You could see the way he had tears in his eyes by the end. Sniffling and sulking at the new set of bruises and cuts he endured to save your pride.

But he did it for you.

None of the bullying stopped just because you started actual school either. If anything, it got worse. His teasing, the way he refused to call you by your actual name. The only way he would refer to you was your title from when you were kids.

Princess.

He said it in such a derogatory way that you felt the sting of it each time it hit your ears. Like it burned his mouth each time he had to mutter that word to gain your attention. Sitting heavily on his tongue and he had to spit it out, or he would choke.

But as time went on you tried to ignore him as much as you could. All the way into his last year of middle school you found your own ways to combat his abusive behavior.

When he tried to pull on your hair when you walked to class, you simply keep your hair down and out of the way. He started tugging on your skirts. Threatening to show your underwear to the entire school. You started wearing leggings underneath everything. When he called you princess, you acted clueless about who he was referring to. All but ignoring his words and tactics to set you off.

But what you couldn’t ignore was the way he still picked on Izuku. Or play fighting as your parents saw it. But they never saw the way his eyes would turn feral at the chance to fight.

The first and only time you gathered enough courage to stand up to him. Was the last time he ever openly bullied Izuku in front of you again. You lashed out pushing him back as hard as you could manage, throwing your arm back. And swung at him with all the power you could muster. It managed to bust his nose, throwing his head back at the force you used against him.

But all he did was laugh at you.

Deep and vibrant crimson leaking from his nostril he laughed. He wiped at the blood before it made its way down his neck. Staring at it on his fingertips as he decided on how to handle your outburst.

He took you up on your challenge and you were once again on the receiving end of his anger.

The only problem was it was never a fair fight against him. He outweighed you, and his ability to dodge and punch was a lot faster than your own. Each swing you tried to take after that first one never landed. He was quick to dodge and smack your hand away.

You left your first lesson on how to fight leaning on Izuku for support. He let you use him as a crutch to help with the ankle you twisted in your scuffle. The new and proud owner of ugly-looking bruises and a pair of scraped knees. Running the last pair of good leggings you had in the possess.

You made it home in one piece thanks to your green-haired friend.

But it seemed like Katsuki was faster to make it back to your house than you were. Your mother scolded you as you limp in the doorway. A smug-looking ash blonde hanging out on your couch. Apparently, he told your mom that you had picked a fight with an upperclassman, over a boy.

He conveniently left out the part it was him who you fought against.

But of course, being a good friend he graciously offered to help bandage you up. Your mother was clearly to upset by seeing you in a messy state that she didn’t want to deal with helping you.

He threw you over his shoulder like you were nothing more than a sack of potatoes and carried you upstairs. Once he rounded the corner into your bedroom. He didn’t sit you down until your ass hit the counter of your bathroom sink.

He says nothing to you until after he finds the first aid kit you kept in the drawer next to the sink.

“It was stupid to fight me, princess.” He tells you once he wipes the dirt from your hands with a wet cloth.

He was meticulous as he whipped the dirt and dried blood from your face and knees. Taking extra caution on the raw patches of skin on your palms and knees.

His actions were too gentle to be coming from his explosive hands. Heated skin against yours as he works. Soothing over the injuries he caused in your scuffle.

You were still upset and had every right to be. Nobody was brave enough to at least try to put him in his place. You may have lost, but you showed him you weren't willing to back down with a fight.

“You’re nothing but a bully Katsuki!” You spit back with a hiss, as he rubs ointment into your skin.

He couldn't look you in the eye, instead, he keeps up his work. Grazing his hand over the hole in the knee of your leggings. He didn't do it on purpose, but it still caused you to whimper out from the pain of the raw wound being messed with.

“Yeah? How so?” He asks you, never stopping his work.

He didn’t give you the option of fighting against him as he pulled your leggings away from your body. The mangled fabric catching on the bloody mess still on your knees. Swatting your legs apart so he could go after cleaning them with antiseptic.

“You don’t fight girls!, and you shouldn’t try to fight Izuku either.” You scold him.

And all the while he continues on with his task in silence. Cleaning your cuts and bandaging them up as he goes. It was the first time in the existence of knowing him he didn’t start another petty argument with you.

Instead, he mumbled out a small apology as he worked on fixing you up.

He fixed anything that he saw. Swiping a clean cloth against your cheek to wipe away the dirt. Wrapping your injured ankle in a brace. And he was silent as he left you waiting for a minute while he searched through your clothes. bringing you back your favorite set of pajamas, all without even asking him to.

“Yell when your changed,” He says before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

And it took a little effort on your part to keep weight off your sprained ankle, but you did it. Sliding your pajama shorts over the injury and onto your body. Fumbling out of your school uniform and into the tank top he brought you.

“I’m done.” You say cracking the door open just enough to peek inside your room.

He was staring at one of the posters on your wall. Occupied with trying to figure out why you liked that band so much, or at least you thought.

When he finally turned his attention to you, he had a much softer look on his face. One that you rarely ever got to see. His lips were almost a frown, and his eyebrows weren't raised. He looked almost sad if you had to guess an emotion for how he looked.

Without a word, he walks over to you and pushed the door open. Scooping you up into his arms and carrying you like a bride over to your bed. Setting you down softer than you were sure he meant to. Leaning up he adjusts your blankets over your body and admires his work for a moment.

What you didn’t expect from him was the hoodie he wore to be tugged off his body and shoved at you.

“You’ll freeze to death if you wander around half-dressed like that.”

Is the only thing he gives you as an explanation. You didn’t want to ruin his mood, so you threw it on quietly. It was so unlike him to do something like this for you. This was his favorite hoodie, You remember his mom got it for him last year on his birthday. You thought it was the coolest hoodie ever. A limited-print All Might hoodie that you had tried and failed to steal from him before.

So why was he giving it to you now?

“You wanted a fight, and I gave it to you.” He says as he leans back into your personal space.

You meet his eyes and you can see there was so much swimming around in his mind. A million questions he wanted to ask, but refused to ask them. He looked like he was all but defeated by your actions today. Like maybe you had actually gotten through to him that what he was doing was wrong.

“You don’t have to be so mean to everyone Suki.” You say his nickname softly, hoping that he would understand what you were saying.

But you watch as his lip curls up into a snarl at your words.

“What makes him so special, huh? That you’d choose him over me?”

He didn’t give you any real time to think over what he asked before he huffs and pulls away. Leaving you halfway laying in bed, his hoodie draped over your lap. You hear his footsteps in the hall as he stomps down the stairs. Closely followed by your front door opening and closing behind him.

Boys were weird, and apparently, you had a knack for attracting the mean and rude ones.

With a sigh, you flop back onto the bed. Opting to spend your afternoon napping instead of going down for dinner. There was just too much to unpack emotionally that you thought it better to sleep.

But after that day it was different.

He wasn’t out to make your life miserable anymore. While he still called you princess and teased you, it was nothing compared to what it had been. But he started directing his anger toward other people. Mostly the boys who were brave enough to spare a glance at you.

His yelling and threats of violence only grew more frequent. The longer they paid attention.

You tried to argue with him once that they were only staring because they had never seen him be nice to anyone. But that only earned you a light shove before he pulls you back into his side.

And those last few months before summer break you stayed by his side. Next semester he was going to UA, leaving you behind to finish the rest of your time in school by yourself. He walked you to all of your classes, even if they were in the opposite direction of his. He forced you to eat lunch with him. And even started packing an extra lunch for you because he needed to make sure you were eating a proper meal.

In his mind, he was the only one that could make fun of you. And Izuku was the only other boy who could talk to you if he wasn’t around.

But all that changed when he left for UA, well both of them did.

Leaving you for the first time in your life to fend for yourself. You no longer had the overwhelming presence of Katsuki in your life. He was busy at school, becoming a hero. Izuku close on his trail you heard from the weekly dinners you were still forced to go to with their parents.

You were free, free to gossip with the other girls about who you thought was the cutest boy in school was. Free to make friends with people you actually had something in common with. You were even talking to boys and going out on group dates!

Everything was great!

By the time you had graduated and sneaked off to college, you were just a normal girl. You had successfully been Katsuki-free for three years at that point. Ignoring his texts and calls. Too busy with taking on a part-time job and earning a degree that you never made it home for the holidays.

Your mother even stopped trying after the first year. Instead, she filled you in on how life at home was. And how your childhood friends were fairing in the world as new heroes. You ignored almost everything she said about your bully and would always find an excuse to end the call.

And it went on like this for years.

Eventually, you graduated and started a career of your own. Working in the finance department of a new start-up company. You managed the backend of big corporations. And made sure they kept track of where their money was being spent. Offering detailed reports on missing money and where cutbacks could be made. You were a semi-successful adult now. Who went out to party with her college friends and went on dates with shitty men.

But all that came to a crashing halt about a month ago.

When you were heading home from your monthly night out with the girls. You somehow found yourself in the middle of a pack of villains. And you say pack because they all looked like a surly gang of wolves. Ears pointed and sitting high on their heads, Tails swaying behind them as they spot you. Their teeth sharp and waiting to tear into your flesh.

Hungry and violent.

The only thing that saved you in your drunken state was the lone hero who rushed in to save you. She fought off their attack on you long enough for you to run away. Only for you to be snatched up by your arm and jerked into the dark alley nearby.

And even with the double vision you had going on, you could still see the way he smiled at you. In, the same sadistic way that your childhood bully use to. His eyes were a brilliant blue and his height dwarfed you in the alley. Silver ears, and hair sticking out enough for you to tell what he was.

A predator.

You couldn’t see it well in the dark but you swore he smiled at you. His teeth almost chattering with anticipation at what you might taste like. His claws dig into your arms are you try to free yourself from his grasp.

You don’t remember a lot after that, you just know you woke up in the hospital. Bandages around your arms, and a headache that rivaled an earthquake. The lights were too bright, and the noises were too loud. Everything in the small room surrounding you was setting your nerves on fire.

From what you remember the doctors telling you this was a setup.

You were targeted because they had been following you. All the way from the nightclub you visited past the train station. To where they found you on the street just outside of your home.

When the hero who saved you showed up and gave her your eternal gratitude. She wasn’t without injuries herself, but she somehow still saved you. She offered to sit with you during the time the investigators interviewed you. And you relayed the information that you could remember to them.

It wasn’t a lot of help in solving who they were, but they thanked you all the same.

You had to plead with the hospital to not call your mother. The last thing you needed at the moment was for her to be up in arms because you got attacked. But even then it didn’t take long for the news to break about what happened.

By the time you left the hospital, you trudged your way back to your apartment. Set on throwing yourself into bed and sleeping until you had to get up for work. All the news reports had was that a nameless woman almost fell victim to a trafficking attempt.

You were free to return to work and easily explain away why you were absent for a week. And life returned to normal, for a while. Your friends were none the wiser, and still eager to make plans for the next weekend. And your job kept you busy until you noticed a pair of sapphire-colored eyes watching you from a distance.

AT first, you thought you were going crazy, seeing things that weren't there. But each day it was like you could feel the heat of his stare getting closer. Watching and lurking in the shadows just waiting for the right time to attack again.

You were weary, like who wouldn’t be?

But that weariness quickly turned to full-blown fear and panic when you come home one night. Your apartment door busted open, and the place looked like it was ransacked. Your furniture was turned over, the freezer door was hanging open. And when you finally ventured into the bedroom, it looked even worse. Your pillows were torn to shreds and your blankets were tossed aside into a rumpled mess on the floor.

The only thing that remained unharmed was a small piece of stationary. Hanging from your broken vanity mirror.

‘I’ll be back to collect my prize’

The words sent a chill down your spine and made the air heavy. They had invaded your home with no other intention than to send you into fight-or-flight mode. And you did the dumbest thing you could think of.

You called your mother.

That single phone call was just the start of a chain of events that lead you to where you are now. Standing in the living room of your childhood home. Bags packed full of clothes and watching your mother entertain guests in the kitchen.

There were two people sitting around the island counter and one of them could see easily. Best Jeanist, who used to hold the number four rank in popularity. Little older now, but no less dashing. The only one of them who bothered to turn and greet. You was the person you sincerely wished you would never have to see again.

It was Katsuki.

Mother fucking Katsuki Bakugou was leaning back in his chair. Looking like a cat that just caught the canary. Carmine eyes, set on you.

“Bout time you showed up princess, was worried that wolf bastard got you already.” He says smugly.

And his voice carried a raspiness you don’t remember from your youth. Almost like the smoke from his quirk forced the tone of his voice to drop from years of repeated use. He seemed too eager to stand from his seat and walk towards you. Standing to his full height you understood what your mother had been talking about all this time.

Standing at least a foot taller than you, and built like he was carved out of the side of a mountain. Muscles sitting upon powerful muscles in his exposed arms. His mask was pushed above his eyes and resting on his forehead. Left you an uninterrupted view of how much he had changed over the years.

He looked so much more intimidating now than when you were kids.

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be here,” You say, talking around him to your mother.

But your mother doesn’t miss a beat as she happily pulls her attention away from the other pro in her tiny kitchen.

“Honey, good news!” she looks over and ignores the sour look on your face. “Katsuki here is going to watch over you until they catch this stalker!”

Why did she have to sound so happy about it?

“I think I’ll take my chances with getting eaten.” You deadpan, looking up to finally acknowledge Katsuki.

But all that got you was an argument with your mother. Her friendly demeanor quickly vanishes in the blink of an eye as she excuses the both of you to another room. Once the door closed, she tried to do the thing where she stays quiet, but still yells. Her hands waved around as she tried to plead her case to you.

“I know the two of you had a bit of a falling out when he left for high school.” She starts, but you are quick to butt in.

“I really thought you would respect my wishes and keep him as far away from me as possible.”

“He has grown up! And so have you, I think he misses you honey he asks about you all the time.”

It annoyed you to no end how much your mother was advocating for your bully. It didn't matter though how much she claimed he was strong and handsome. Or how much he had changed; you wanted nothing to do with him.

Already just being in the same place as him left it hard for you to breathe. You had made it just fine this long without him, you could just as easily manage on your own.

"I don't care! Why push the subject?" You bark at her no longer trying to keep your anger in check.

The thin walls of your home did little to muffle your heated argument. But then again, this wasn't the first time you had to have this kind of conversation with your mother.

"I don't want you to get attacked again! I'm not going to live forever and I would like to meet my grandchildren someday!"

And there it was.

"So this isn't about me, but what you want?"

"Stop twisting my words!" She barks back.

"That's what you just said!" You snap back, refusing to back down from her.

It was one thing for her to only think of herself. But it was another to try to force you as a grown-ass adult into a situation that you did not want to be a part of. There were hundreds of other heroes who would be more than capable of filling the role of bodyguard.

"I don't mean to interrupt." Came a soft knock at the cracked door.

Pushing it open was best Jeanist. Ducking his head down so he could enter the doorway and enter the room where you and your mother were.

"But this is the best option for your safety. Dynamight is one of the strongest heroes at my agency and I would put all my faith in him to keep you safe." He looks at you while he talks, gesturing out toward the living room to where Katsuki was still lingering.

"I understand you may trust him, but I do not. I would fare better finding this guy and fighting him myself." You snap.

Your mood soured by the events of the past month was finally catching up to you.

"The villain who has been stalking you is extremely violent, it is in your best interest to listen to our advice."

Before you even had the chance to reply. You hear the door behind the tall blond slam open, banging against the wall as Katsuki made his way inside. His face told you he was angry, but you weren't afraid of him anymore. He pays no mind to your cries as he picks you up and slings you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. Your hands beat on his back as he refuses to let you down.

"I've got better shit to do than listen to her be a brat all day." He says to Jeanist smirking as the older pro shakes his head at his crass behavior.

But Katsuki turns to your mother and talks to her in a much nicer voice than he ever cared to take with you.

"I'll take care of princess here, call my mom and have her stay with you." He says to her.

And walks out of the bedroom with you kicking and yelling to be let down. Bending down once he hits the living room to pick up your bags and carry them in one hand. While he kept his other firmly on your lower back.

The trip to his car was nothing short of dramatic on your part. You wanted the entire neighborhood to know that this was being done against your will. With a skill, you didn't know he possessed he opens the car door and tosses your bags in the backseat. Sitting you down with a little more force than necessary. Slamming the door shut before you had a chance to try to run away.

And when you tried the door handle, it moved but it would unlock. That bastard put the child lock on your door!

He rounds the car and takes his spot in the driver's seat. Looking smug as he watches you try the handle again out of spite.

"Let me out of the car Katsuki!" You yell, and your voice reverberates off the interior of the sports car.

He completely ignores your tantrum as he pushes the button to start the car. Letting his foot Rev the engine high enough to drown out your complaints. Of course, he was going to be childish about the entire ordeal. He only stops once he sees the will to fight him leave. Finally letting the engine have a slight break from his antics.

“Put on your seatbelt.” He orders, staring you down with a frown on his face.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” You snarl and turn away from him.

It had always been like this.

He brought out a side of you that you had all but made disappear over the years. Combative and loud, just like he still seemed to be. It wasn’t like you wanted any of this to happen, you only wanted to continue to live your life as you had been. There was nothing special about you, that made you a victim of a stalker.

“Suit yourself.” He snips before you feel the car being thrown into gear and he speeds off down the street.

You hate the way you cry out as he merges into traffic a little recklessly. One hand on the gearshift, and the other still planted on the steering wheel.

It was a scramble to fight against the belt as he abruptly stops the car at a red light. Forcing your body to fall forward and then almost violently being pushed back into the seat.

“Are you crazy?” you yell at him, but he only smirks at you in response.

“You gonna put your seatbelt on? Or do you want me to do it for you?” he asks sparing a glance at your shocked face.

And apparently, you took a little too long for his liking. His hand finally leaves the gear shift to reach over your body and grab the seatbelt by your shoulder. Pulling it forward and across your body with no effort, letting it snap into place.

"You are such an asshole!" You yell, crossing your arms across your chest, and sink back into the seat.

"Yeah, head that a time or two." He says before he puts his foot on the gas and starts back down the street with the rest of the traffic.

And you wanted nothing more than to hate him for his dangerous driving. But other than that original peel out from your house, the rest of the car ride remains uneventful.

There was no filler noise of the radio or light conversation as you got closer to where his home was. Nestled right on the outskirts of the city. You pull into a well-maintained housing complex. Where all the lawns were the same. And the fences were bright white.

Kids played with their dogs running along the sidewalks. People tending to their flowers in the front yard, it was all so picturesque. Definitely not something you thought of when Katsuki was involved.

If anything, you assumed he lived under a bride like one of those nasty trolls from the games you used to play as kids.

But what surprised you was when he pulled into a house. Sitting nestled back a little way from the property line, Robin's egg blue, with white shutters. It was small looking from the outside, and definitely in need of a little repair cosmetically.

"What is this?" You ask rather dumbly.

Slowly craving your neck a little so you could see the home better. It was cute, with a little swing on the porch and a nice little door.

"My house?" He says back confused.

It would be ridiculous for him to take you anywhere else. But you choose to ignore him in favor of getting out of the car to have a proper look at this place.

You hated to admit it was cute. Something you would have picked out for yourself given you had the time and money to put into making it a home. It was small but more than enough for what you would need. Being single and having no family or friends who lived with you. From the outside, it looked sturdy despite being neglected by proper care for a while.

Following the small path to the deck, you only have to climb three stairs to stand on the front porch. Idly looking around at the paint and small chipped parts of the railing. The boards creaked under the pressure of standing on them, but you didn’t worry about falling through. Instead, you wondered how long he had owned this place because it didn’t look like he was here often.

Speak of the devil.

He was close behind you, your bags in hand as he pulls his keys from his pocket. Unlocking the door and stepping inside. Leaving you to wonder what his interior looked like.

Awkwardly debate for a moment if you wanted to actually step inside. Could you actually force yourself to spend who knows how long with your childhood bully? Tucked away in some home on the outskirts of town?

You had no work to focus your time on or any hobbies that you could bring with you. So, what could you do for the time you were here?

“You gonna stand out there all damn day?” He barks from inside the house.

Pulling yourself from your thoughts. You make your way through the threshold and finally step inside.

It didn’t look as rough on the inside as its outward appearance would suggest. The paint was a delicate cream color; they complimented the wood floors. All the fixtures in the home had been updated and were nice and new. The kitchen you could tell just gone through a renovation, But it was well worth the trouble you could tell.

Despite the house being on the smaller side. It offered a spacious floor plan. The kitchen was set up with Fancy top-of-the-line appliances. And shiny new marble countertops. I beautiful bay window gave you a pleasant view of the backyard. And from what you could see. Katsuki had spent some time back there trimming and planting new life into the barren soil.

A small garden shed, and a few neat rows of plants were set up along the fence. The back deck was small, but it was covered with a new awning, and you spot the patio furniture off to the side.

It felt more like a home than your tiny apartment did.

A thud from outside the kitchen catches your attention turning your head to find the source of the noise. Walking back to the hallway you follow another soft thud down past an office space, and a closet. At the end of the hall, a door was open and you could see a shadow playing against the wall.

By the time you make it to the door, a bedroom greeted you.

Katsuki’s bedroom to be exact. His bedroom furniture is almost too large for the older room. His bed takes up most of the space, along with a dresser and two nightstands on either side of the bed. The walls were painted charcoal gray matching the black furniture. A high-backed chair sat in the corner, with a small table and lamp. There were no decorations hanging on the walls. Or random pops of color, something that you felt the urge to change.

Even if the only thing it would do would be to set him off.

“You pick a color and run with it don’t you,” You say absently walking further into the bedroom.

He barely looks up from his task, which you realized was unzipping your suitcases. And started pulling out clothing to organize and put away. Opening the dresser behind him as he acknowledges your presence.

“Hah?” He offers you in response. But you immediately rush to his side and push him out of the way of your suitcase before he digs any deeper. “The hell is wrong with you?” He barks as you push yourself between your suitcase and him.

“I can put my stuff away, just tell me where it needs to go!”

If he kept pulling out clothes, he was going to grab a handful of your panties. The ones that you blindly grabbed for and shoved in the rolling case. You wouldn’t know what exactly you packed and what you didn’t until you got to put them away. But the last person you wanted playing around in your intimates was him.

“You trying to hide something, princess?” He smirks as you use your hands to push against his chest. “We don’t keep secrets in this house.”

He does everything with the point to prove a lesson to you. So when you feel his strong arm wrap around your shoulders, blocking you from being able to move he smirks. Trapping your arms between your chest and his massive pecs. He uses his free hand to reach around and fish until he finds what he is looking for. Hooking his finger around a scrap of fabric and pulling it into view.

“I’d be embarrassed if someone saw these too.” He nods towards his hand but refuses to let you move.

He was enjoying watching you squirm in his hold. No doubt living in the way your body heat rose from embarrassment. He chuckles lowly and squeezes you to him. Pushing his dominating presence even further into your face.

"Stop being so immature!" You huff with annoyance at his antics.

Time really changed little when it came to him. The only difference now was that he had more of a massive build to back up that smart mouth he had.

But holy hell, you could feel just how solid he was beneath your hands. Even pushing with all your strength was doing absolutely nothing to budge him. And he only had one hand wrapped around you.

He wasn't struggling like you were and kept a stupid smirk perched on his face. You wanted nothing more at that moment to strangle him for it.

He holds you immobile for a moment longer until you shuffle your legs, trying to turn the best you could. And all at once he releases you, laughing as you fall backward and bounce onto the bed.

And dangling from his finger was your oldest pair of panties. A beige pair of cut briefs, the ones you only wore when you were on your period. They were ugly, but they got the job done. Stained and the elastic broke in the hem, but you still kept them around.

"Now I see how you got a stalker." He snides.

Sitting up you try to grab your underwear from him. But he simply holds them out of your reach, enjoying the way you struggle.

"Give them back Suki!" You struggle and fail every time to snatch your underwear back from the massive blond.

All he has to do is swat your hands away with his free hand and push your legs wider with his hips. Until he has your lower half pinned to the bed, leaving you immobile.

"So defensive." He tsks but stares you down.

He was thinking of this as a game, but it was more than that for you. His hand is holding you down. While he throws his weight around to keep you stuck between the soft bed at your back. And the firm pressure of his lower body pressing into you.

He chuckles as you struggle to force him back with your hands, pushing as hard as you can against his chest. But it was easy for him to use your movements against you. Shutting down your movements into nothing more squirms beneath him.

It was embarrassing having someone make fun of your underwear. But it was an entirely unique feeling when it was Katsuki that was doing it.

There bubbling just underneath the surface of your anger and embarrassment. Were unresolved issues. And you called them issues because that's all they had caused you over the years.

He wasn't just a bully and an asshole, but he used to be a friend once upon a time. Back when he was still somewhat normal and barking at other people, but no longer directing his anger at you.

He made amends with Izuku, but it was almost like you dropped off the face of the earth for him. No longer concerned with your feelings or if you were ok. He was a busy person who didn't have time for you anymore.

You hated the way his eyes lingered on you whenever you would enter the room at first. You loathed how he used to walk you home, even if he had to walk four blocks out of his way just to do so.

Or the way he would show up when you actually needed it. Always the first person who would be there to show up and dry your tears. Or how it felt when he would wrap an arm around you and let you use his shoulder to fall asleep on.

Wait. No, you weren't going back down this train of thought.

Because every time you did you had to talk yourself out of the most embarrassing fact of it all. One that you refused to admit when you were in school or even well into your adulthood. When all your girlfriends would drink in the back of those clubs. And gossip about teenage crushes.

When they had their first kiss. Who it was with and even rattle on about when they lost their virginity in the backseat of their boyfriend's car.

Because your teenage crush had left you to go chase after his dream.

You liked to think that was why you were so relieved when Katsuki left when he did. It gave you time to get over his constant presence in your life.

You no longer had to worry why when his fingertips grazed yours. On those walks home from school you felt butterflies in your stomach instead of dread. Or how those late nights he spent tutoring you under the soft light of the back porch. When you leaned into his warmth. How his arm would pull you closer to him as you drifted off to sleep, your head laying on his shoulder. Before he would carry you inside.

Or how what was happening right now, was forcing one of the last memories you shared with him to come flooding back. Being in this same position. But instead of a smirk on his face, he was fighting off a blush.

Awkward teenage hormones. Raging and curious about if your bully was ever really a bully, to begin with.

It was your senior year of high school, finally an adult by legal terms. But you still were very childish in everything that you did. Over summer break it was the first time you were forced to spend time with your childhood friends.

Both Izuku and Katsuki had come home for a while. A year after kicking ass and making a name for themselves in the world. And your combined families had a huge dinner.

It was the first time in what felt like forever. Seeing him stirred up those feelings you shoved away into the depths of your brain.

And the entire night you fought against even looking at him. Convinced that he was nothing more than a stranger now.

But he had other plans for you.

After dinner, he catches you in his bedroom. Looking around taking in the nostalgic memories you had from spending time there. The way it hadn't changed much since you were kids, and still had a dark and moody atmosphere about it.

"The fuck you doing in here?" He asks from the bedroom door.

Dressed in a black pair of joggers and that stupid skull t-shirt he has worn since he was a teen. It fits a lit tighter on his frame now, almost to the point he was going to be forced to retire it soon.

"Just lookin, why?" You ask softly, refusing to look at him for longer than a couple of seconds.

His heavy footsteps bring him to stand by your side, and you could feel the heat of his stare on you.

But you still kept your eyes focused on the old All Might poster that was tattered on the ends. Smiling softly at the memory of being fed useless information about the retired pro. From his biggest fanboys.

"You haven't even talked to me since I came home." He grunts at you, bumping you lightly with his hip.

"And?" You ask bitterness laced in your simple reply.

He didn't give you much time to react before he moves at a speed faster than you can track. Bending down and grabbing the back of your thighs, lifting you into the air.

Leaving you to squeal as you Fling your arms around his neck, his hands guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. Giving you no other option now but to acknowledge him.

"And I wanna know why." He barks, moving you around gently.

You try to fight him off. Slinging your body around forcing him to adjust his hold on you. But all it did was cause him to throw you onto his bed with a thud. Quickly taking both your hands into one of his massive ones and pin them above your head.

He pushed your legs open, crawling to sit between them. He paid no mind to the salacious manner in which your sundress rode up.

"Get off me!" You hiss as try to move away.

But he uses his free hand to grab your chin, giving you little room to fight him.

And for the first time in two years, you stared into his carmine eyes. They weren't angry like you expected them to be. Instead, there was something else, something you couldn't quite explain.

"Stop fighting me." He says. And it was then that you were able to figure out what that look was.

Longing.

He missed you, but he didn't want to say it. And it was at that moment that you thought about how you missed him too in a strange sense. How you kissed the heat he expelled and sent to you. How much his hands had calloused from repeated use of his quirk.

Even the way the freckles on his stupidly handsome face had faded. Into almost nothing from how often he wore his mask now.

It was even more noticeable as he leaned down closer to you. Closing the short distance until your senses filled with every piece of him.

The way his cheeks were turning a dusty rose color as he dipped his head down. So close that you swore you could feel his lips touch yours as he spoke.

"You didn't miss me?" He asks softly against your lips. "Not even a little princess?"

Before you let your mind wander about it any longer you snap yourself back to reality. Dropping your hands away from pushing on his body you panic. Using your feet and hands to push yourself away from him and up the bed.

Focused on putting space between the two of you before you said or did something you would regret.

"The hell is wrong with you?" He snaps grabs your ankle and pulls you back down the bed.

And you know that if he really wanted to stop you, it would have been too easy for him. But he simply lets go when he sees you trying to kick your foot free of his hold. The smile on his face dropped into a frown at your change in mood.

“I’m over this already.” You yell at him.

Rolling off the bed you grab what you can from your bag. Making sure you grab a pair of pajamas before you leave the room. You finally snatch the pair of panties hanging from his hand. Shoving past his massive figure and into the hall. Rounding the small corner into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

You throw back the curtain to the shower and spin the knobs. Letting the sound of rushing water takes up space in the small room before you turn to the mirror. Looking at your reflection you can’t help but notice your hair is a mess, and you look a little sweaty. Your skin was already feeling overheated from the close encounter in the bedroom.

You wanted nothing more than to wipe the memory from your mind. And as soon as the water was hot, you tear off your clothes with a frustrated huff, letting them fall to the floor. Once you were inside the shower you pulled the curtain closed. Ready to let the hot water wash away the sudden feeling of dirt covering your skin.

You soaked in the hot water for as long as you could stand it. Taking your time under the scalding temperature. All in an attempt to wash away the horrible mood he left you with.

But nothing was quite aiding you in wiping the feeling of having him so close. Your mind. The way he felt, was solid and heavy as he bared his weight on you. Or how his hands were still just as rough as you remember.

You refused to let him plague your mind any more than he had already managed to. This was only day one, and you already wished you were back home. Anywhere but in Katsuki’s house. Or in his shower, forced to use his stupid shampoo and body wash.

Even if it smelled good, you wanted nothing to do with it.

If you spent half an hour or three in the shower you don't know. But by the time you finally shut off the water and pull back the curtain, you can't help but feel overheated and dizzy.

It was a bad habit you have always done. Made your showers too hot and then spent forever soaking in the warmth. The only problem was that it dried out your skin and left you feeling lightheaded by the end.

The air in the bathroom was thick with humidity as you wrap the towel around your body and step out of the shower. Swiping a hand across the mirror, only to watch it instantly fog back up.

With a huff, you crack the door and let some cooler air into the small space. And it felt nice when the chilled air of the home hit your heated skin. Finally allowing you to take a deep breath and stop your head from spinning out of control.

You work on fixing your hair, now more manageable that it was wet. Placing it in the normal style you were so used to doing, you start your nighttime routine.

Moisture, moisture, moisture. Every inch of skin. It was time-consuming, but worth it for the results. You then set about finding the blemishes on your face and putting cream on them. The painful pimples would hopefully be gone in a day or two thanks to the new patches you placed over them.

Then the last thing you did was finally put on your pajamas. Slipping into the well-worn and loved set you made sure you grabbed. The stupid set comforted you, even if the world around you made you uneasy. You've had them for so long that they really should be thrown away. It had holes everywhere and was almost see-through. But you just couldn't force yourself to part with them yet.

And by the time you finally leave the bathroom, the house was quiet. More than you thought it should be with the foul-mouth anger machine. Lurking around somewhere. It was evening now, with the sun finally settling on the horizon. The house was bathed in the golden glow of the sun saying its goodbye for the day.

It made the older house that was your temporary home look that much more charming. The creaky floors and old style of the wallpaper seemed like a lovely reminder. This house was loved at one point. Probably filled with the laughter of small children. And family dinners gathered around a large table.

A place that someone called home before Katsuki bought it.

As you walk down the hallway you see the light in the kitchen shining brightly. Dimming the glow of the fading light from the uncovered windows. The smell of strong spices and the quiet bang of pans drew you closer to the area.

You are met with the pleasant surprise of Katsuki cooking. Wrapped up in his tasks of chopping vegetables and stirring food in a pan. Lost in his own little world unaware of the way you lingered in the doorway and watched him.

Wiping his hands clean and throwing the small towel to lie on his shoulder before he picks back up the spatula. Gently stirring the sizzling food, he takes a moment to pick up his phone and reply to a text.

He looked so calm, and in his element in this kitchen. It was a rare sight to see, nothing obscuring his face other than a faint smile. You remember the way he used to cook for you when your mother had to work late. Coming over to your house and raiding your fridge to make a meal just for the two of you.

Working just like this, but keeping a small conversation going on with you. Falling into a weird domestic situation, like you were playing house or something.

"Grab plates and make yourself useful." He says as he locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket.

He doesn't look over at you, and you feel a shutter of uneasiness creep up your spine. How the hell did he even know you were there?

But you shake off the feeling and push yourself off the doorframe. Heading into the kitchen to help as much as he would allow. Taking an educated guess. That this kitchen was set up very close to what his mothers was, where he kept everything. And you were right mostly.

The entire kitchen was laid out almost identically to the one at his childhood home. Which brought up more questions for you as you pull two plates from the cabinet and set them beside the stove. Taking the time to find the cups and filling them with a nice cold drink for you both.

"Did you really organize your kitchen like your mom's?" You ask giggling at the thought.

"Who the hell do you think organized her kitchen in the first place?" He snaps back while he picks up the first plate and slides a portion of food onto it.

By the time you had filled the cups and pulled out the utensils to eat. He was already sliding both plates onto the table. Not bothering to wait on you to sit down before he takes his seat. The two of you eating in a skyward silence to start. Unwilling to be the first one to open your mouth and say something to him. Nothing but the soft hum of the refrigerator filling up with ice. And the birds chirping in the evening sky made noise.

That was until he decided to speak up.

“There are rules while you are here.” He says in a casual tone, finally looking up from his plate to meet your eyes.

You had assumed that he would have some basic rules he would want you to follow while you were here. But if you knew Katsuki, then you also knew that he was strict when it came to people following the rules he had.

“What would those be?” you ask with the same tone. Unwilling to let him crawl under your skin for the millionth time today.

“Rule one.” he holds up a finger. “You are not to leave this house unless I’m with you.” Holding up a second finger he rattles off another demand. “Rule two, I’m not your maid so you better remember how to clean up after yourself.”

“I’m not messy!” you snap at him, but all he does is roll his crimson eyes at you.

“Rule three, give me your phone.” He stops long enough to hold out his hand waiting for the device still in your pocket.

“No,” you answer firmly, you weren't going to be locked in a house with this man with no way to talk to anyone else.

But he doesn’t take your answer well. In an instant, he stands from his seat on the other side of the table. And walks calmly over to you, hand still open and waiting for you to drop the device into it. But you just as quickly jump from your seat and try to use the chair as a buffer.

“Rule four.” he snaps quickly, knocking the chair out of the way and invading your space faster than you can blink. “You do as I fuckin tell you to, I won’t repeat myself.”

The worst part about this entire situation was the fact he wasn’t raising his voice. He didn’t have a single ounce of anger gracing his face. He was calm and talking normally. And for some bizarre reason that scared you more than any villain ever could. Given the fact, you stood no chance of winning a fight with him. And how he already knew every way he could push your buttons.

You still wanted to push.

“No, you're not cutting me off from the rest of the world Katsuki.”

You stood your ground, despite the fact your legs were starting to feel like jelly. You were a grown-ass adult. He had no right or reason to try and take away your belongings like you were some spoiled child!

“You have until the count of three.”

The look on his face is anything but threatening, but that is what makes this entire thing worse. You knew what to expect and how to react when he was angry. It gave you a chance to jab at him and make his anger spike. More times than not you would be able to argue with him. Enough that he would storm off and forget what the original point of the argument even was.

But you had no clue how to handle this.

“One.” He says low, waiting for you to cave already. “Two,” He counts once again.

You force your body to move before your brain has a chance to talk you out of it. Quickly bolting for the door and running down the hall, his heavy footsteps on your trail. There wasn’t even a huff or yell of frustration leaving him as you rush your way into his bedroom. And jump onto the bed, crawling your way across the mattress to create some much-needed space.

“Three.” You hear him growl from the bedroom door.

You feel him on you before your eyes ever see him. Already throwing you back onto the bed with a harsh thud. At least it didn’t hurt when he manhandled you here. The memory foam of his mattress makes a perfect pillow to cushion your body. The room was bathed in darkness, the only light that could be seen was filtering in from the hallway. Casting an almost eerie glow into the room.

But you could feel him, as he crawled his way onto the bed, holding you still as he crept closer. Each time you struggle you sink further into the mattress. His extra weight only dipped your body lower into it. It was useless to try and fight against him, but you refused to go down without a fight. Shoving your hand into your pocket before he has a chance to reach his in to brag about your phone.

“Stop Katsuki!” you plead, letting that tiny pang of fear take over.

But he doesn’t listen, instead, he grabs your arms and forces your hand out of your pocket. Your phone still clutched in a death grip between your fingers. It takes no energy for him to subdue you. Rending your motionless underneath him. His strong legs straddle your smaller frame. One hand on yours prying your phone away as his other hand snatches your face up. His thumb digs into your cheek as he holds your head still. His massive fingers spread out over the other cheek in a grip you couldn’t ignore.

“Why do you always have to act like a fucking brat?” He asks in that same calm tone, and you can’t ignore the way the goosebumps cover your skin. “I’m trying to protect you, idiot.”

Once you open your eyes again they finally adjusted to the low light around you. Giving his towering figure a shape along with the blazing red irises that were locked onto you. Without breaking eye contact he takes your phone and powers it off. Before sliding it into his pocket, the soft clack of your phone hitting his as he lets go of it.

“I’m not a little kid anymore! I don’t need you to save me!” You feel the hot sting of tears welling up in your eyes as you yell in his face.

This wasn’t fair! You never asked for this, any of this to happen. Your life was going great until that fucking wolf came along and decided to set his sights on you. You had a life, a career! Everything you could have wanted. And the best part was that it was hundreds of miles away from the smart-ass pro hero. Who used to bully and belittle you as a kid.

“Like it or not we are stuck together until this fucker is locked up. And I refuse to break my winning streak of taking down these lame-ass villains, not even for you. So be a good girl and do as I fucking tell you to.” He dips his head as he speaks his face hovering just above yours. And you swear that you can feel the heat of his body rise the closer he gets to your face.

“Fuck you Katsuki,” You whisper, but even in the low light, you catch the way his lips twist into a smile.

“Here’s the thing.” He starts, his voice carrying the smug tone you hated so much. “Princesses like you always need to be saved. So instead of fighting me as you have all your life. Maybe you should start being a little fucking thankful I’m willing to risk my life. To make sure you're comfortable.”

He rolls off of you without another word, finally giving you a moment to breathe. Rolling his shoulders as he stands from the bed. Walking over to the dresser and rifles through a couple of drawers. Before slamming them shut, and walking out the door. You only catch his shadow playing on the wall as he turns the light on in the bathroom and slams the door shut. A moment later the sound of running water could be heard.

You didn’t care what he said.

Rolling over you scoot to the furthest possible side of the bed facing the wall. Pulling the covers up and over you as you get comfortable. If the first day was already this bad how were you ever going to make it a week? Closing your eyes you let your silent tears fall. Refusing to let him hear the way your heart was already sinking at the feeling of being trapped here with him.

This entire day just proved to you that he hadn’t changed a single bit in the years you spent apart. You were nothing more to him than someone he thought he needed to protect. And he was still the biggest bully you would ever know.

You only hope that this wolf guy was dumb enough to get caught quickly. So you could go back to a normal, Katsuki-free life.

THE MOST UNBECOMING OF AFFAIRS (6.5k) - ; GENERAL BAKUGOU KATSUKI x PRINCESS F!READER (royalty!au)

✎ᝰ unfulfilled by the many noble suitors that come your way, you truly had given up on the prospect of loving anyone. that is until you're made aware of general bakugou and suddenly, the idea of being in a relationship starts to fall fondly on you.

࿄ ! warnings — so much plot but so much porn, piv, unprotected sex, breeding, virginity loss?, cunnilingus, boobjob, corruption, bkg is lowkey a perv but we love him for it, both characters are aged up 20+

/ note. i had to repost this again & idk why this took me so long to write and IT WONT POST. was going through some stuff and i procrastinated >:| sorry. hope you guys enjoy! hopefully i’ll get on a way better writing schedule.

being a princess and the only heir to the throne was not for the weak bodied or the feeble-minded. sometimes, you believe that you were made for this role…

sometimes.

being that you are a young woman, a lot of controversy arose on the precedent that you would once take over the royal duties someday. your parents, while moderately middle aged, were still getting up there - if the crow’s feet, bunions and sore muscles were of any indication to that. this meant that they were constantly harassing you with endless streams of suitors - ranging from trust fund princes to high ranking military dukes.

to say you hated it would be an understatement. much to your dismay, it would be another evening of a suitor’s ball: held in your honour, of course, and you were sat in front of your vanity mirror yet again as your ladies-in-waiting doted all over your face, hair and body.

“i hear from the baker’s shop that the todorokis’ son is looking for an heiress to share his throne with also,” comments one of the maids offhandedly as she runs her fingers through your hair.

“i have no interest in rubbing shoulders with mr todoroki,” you say matter of factly, looking straight in the mirror at your deadpan face. the maid just laughs in jest at your words, as if you were making a silly joke.

“well, good news is that the king’s consort of guards will be also back today! i have heard through whom i shall not name that bakugou will be in attendance,” sighs one of the girls, sifting through your dresses and judging them accordingly.

“bakugou?” you ask curiously with an arched brow and she nods with a smile that takes all over her face, while pulling out a pale blue, velveteen dress.

“he’s the highest ranked military official in the kingdom - probably in the whole province! i’m surprised you don’t know about him, your royal highness. i think you two would get along,” and one of your more mature mistresses stinks up a fuss at the sentiment and huffs disdainfully.

“hush with that nonsense! you should not corroborate that to her majesty! it would be the upmost tragedy to her father if she was in cohorts with a royal guard, who doesn’t even have noble backgrounds, no doubt,” and the rest of the ladies are in unanimous opinion. it’s a mighty good thing you’re not a part of the collective.

thanks to all of the gossiping chit chat from the ladies, you’re now curious to who this “bakugou” character is. granted, your father never let you intermingle with his work regarding his village exploits or the occasional feudal war happening over yonder. it never really bothered you; you doubt that most children could even feign a slither of interest in what their parents’ work entails. but, with the way the women in your room were gushing over him, bakugou must be something special. then again, most of the time they never take into account a man’s looks or personality and most of your ladies in waiting would gush over any man if he had the status and power to back it up. suddenly, the idea of bakugou seeps away from your mind like that of a hydrogenic gas and it’s like you were never informed of his existence.

the ball has finally commenced and it’s the usual suspects: rivers of familiar faces from past parties and dinners bobbed up and down like a current, and the half smile you had strewn across your painted lips was now a disinterested, thin line. both your mother and father had introduced to many suitable men (by their standards) but they were met with a slight of the hand and a deep disinterest laid across your features.

now that you made way back to your table (thanking your lucky stars that no one except royalty was able to come to your section), you half contemplated whether or not you should make a swift escape to your chambers, but a chime of a champagne flute echoed through the ballroom, knocking the chance of whatever escape plan you had out of action.

“if you all would give me a moment of your time out of this wonderful evening, i would like to take a moment to honour the brave and marvellous men who fight for this kingdom! my highest gratitude to you, general bakugou katsuki and your men, for all that you do for your country,” exclaims your father proudly and your eyes finally lock onto the person that is “bakugou katsuki.”

an atonal breath hitches in your throat as you see him. he’s all tan, with spikes of wheat-blonde hair resting on his head and he’s kitted in a black suit with numerous medals on his breast pocket and your father moves to add another underneath the mighty collection on his chest. just from where you’re standing can you see his carmine eyes and the smirk that accompanies his face.

by the time you break out of your admiration fuelled stupor, your legs are moving before you can every register what you’re doing. bakugou humbly accepts the congratulations and praises with a small grin and puffed up chest and that makes your heart strings pull. this time, you’re sure it’s not the tight bodice pressing into your breast cavity.

it's instantaneous when you eventually approach your father and bakugou that the modest speech is over and everyone is back to mingling and socialising. it’s remotely pathetic that you try to make it seem like you’ve just absentmindedly wondered into their conversation as you eventually catch up to your father, who seems to be deeply enamoured with bakugou and for once, you can see why. when you get close enough to intrude into their discussion, you lock eyes with bakugou before tapping the shoulder of your father in feign innocence.

“father, i woukd like to go up to my chambers now,” you hum, with a saccharine lilt to your tone, still staring at the general, who looks at you stonefaced but oh, so gorgeous.

“of course, darling, give me a moment - oh! i don’t think you have both been formally acquainted as of yet,” and you turn to angle your head slightly to face the hulk of a man. he’s much, much prettier up close and you can’t help but fawn over the freckles resting on his cheeks and the scar that sits delicately on the bridge of his nose.

you have to bite back a smile to stop yourself from getting too giddy at the thought of being introduced to the man named bakugou and you mentally thank your ladies in waiting for making his existence known to you.

“bakugou, this is my daughter, princess y/n. y/n, this is bakugou, my next in command.”

in all of your faux shyness, you lift up a ring-clad hand and bakugou raises a tentative brow before deciding on taking your much smaller and manicured hand in his calloused, rough one and placing the pout of his lips onto your soft knuckles. you have to bite back the whimper that sits at the precipice of your throat.

“pleasure to be acquainted with you, princess,” says bakugou and the tone of his deep, gravelly voice ruminates through your bloodstream like oxygen.

“i hope that i will see you more often, then, sire,” you breathe out and the general bakugou notices how you’re looking at him so unlike how a woman of your stature should and it’s making him feel heavy under his suit.

your hand is still halfway in his grasp when he sets it down and your father clears his throat, disrupting the order of your formal communion.

“well then, y/n, you’re dismissed to your room. have a good night. i will speak with you tomorrow,” the king nods at you and this breaks you out from the intense eye contact held with the general. you curtsy at the pair and look at bakugou one last time before strolling away.

unbeknownst to both the men, in your mind, that settled the conversation of who you wanted as your suitor.

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it’s slightly amusing that once you are made aware of bakugou’s existence, he’s somehow around every corner, every room, every space and it's intoxicating. it's strange how you've never noticed that he’s always working in the pleasaunce of the estate, training his many men or that he eats dinner in the communal dining room at exactly 7:30 in the evening; amongst the many personnel living and working in the castle. sometimes, you loathed the fact that you were of such high nobility because you haven’t been able to talk with the man privately since that day. every time in which you tried to get close to bakugou, one of your mistresses would usher you away to the drawing room or one of bakugou's lackeys would be leering close by. and while you may be a tiny bit selfish to your desires, you most certainly don’t want to get him in trouble with your parents, lest you get him fired and ran on into the streets. not that you would ever allow that to happen, but still.

it would be almost a week when you notice the mop of blonde hair peaking up from behind the pillars. much to your delight, he was to his lonesome self, this time reading a book in the pleasaunce and relaxing in one of the many lounging chairs. you look around apprehensively before closing in on the man, tapping him lightly on his shoulder.

“excuse me, bakugou, sir?” he turns round immediately, all frowny faced and almost threatened, before realising it was just you and his jaw falls slack as he pulls down the square frames from his face.

“you shouldn’t be wandering around and speaking to me so freely, princess,” he sighs, massaging at the bridge of his nose, as if you were a nuisance. which, to bakugou's defence, you kind of were.

“am i not allowed to familiarise myself with the one who my father speaks of so highly? i don't believe that to be a crime,” you say indignantly and bakugou raises his brows, looking up at you standing above him.

“i don’t think it would fall favourably on me if i was in cahoots with the kingdom’s pride and joy,” he grunts and you roll your eyes.

“i’m a grown woman. i know what i want.”

“oh, yeah?” and the general stands up to his full height at your words, towering over you, “and what exactly do you want?”

“you. and just so you know, i never have trouble getting what i want.”

bakugou’s adam apple bobs in his throat at your blunt admission and he sits his glasses on his collar before standing closer to you.

“i don’t think you know exactly what you’d be getting yourself into, princess. ‘m not one of those little, fairy princes who’d bend at your will,” he responds gravelly, looking down at you with those fierce eyes of his and it's having the opposite effect of scaring you away from him; in fact, it prompts the ache between your thighs even more.

“you misunderstand me if you think i enjoy the presence of those foolish boys,” and you look around before getting on your tiptoes to press your glossy lips against the corner of his mouth:

“like aforementioned, i know exactly what want and what i’m getting myself into, general.”

you pull away and a smug little smirk rests on your mouth and bakugou has to fight the urge to press you into the garden chair and ravage you silly.

“i hope you know i'll be away for many days and nights for my next mission. you'll change your mind by then,” objects the man and you ponder for a moment before a sultry giggle escapes your throat and bakugou watches the way your throat swallows.

“so i will see you later, perhaps. until then, sir,” you curtsy and turn away to head back inside the building. bakugou drops down into his seat and rubs at the pink, peach-smelling gloss sitting on the edge of his lips. he’s way too distracted to go back to reading his little hemmingway novel and the chub that was growing in his dress pants was indicative of how distracting of a succubus you were.

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surprisingly enough, bakugou's flirty exchange with you seeps out of his mind: the constant warring and business on his time away rendered him forgetful to the wager that he placed on your shoulders. the general returns to the estate only less than two short weeks later, and his much-anticipated arrival is when the night starts to fall and a biting chill overcomes him and the streets become lit with an orange hue of artificial lighting. he is cold and exhausted, to say the least, and the cheers of pedestrians and workmen in the streets and pats on the back do nothing but exacerbate his tiredness. the general is dreading the hours-long assemblies that will come after his travels but he is able to swiftly get into the castle and manoeuvre past everyone trying to get a pass at him: that is until a shroud, young maid rushes up to him and prods him on the chest.

“the princess y/n is expecting you. she awaits you in her chambers,” nods the woman and before bakugou can protest, she runs off, leaving the blond man confused in her wake.

bakugou contemplates going to you for a second, weighing the pros and cons of entertaining your demands at this ungodly hour; before ultimately deciding to go to your room, and his face twitches slightly in feigned indifference.

the man grumbles to himself on the treacherous journey to your quarters and he's wondering what you have to tell him at this time of day that is so important. could you not at least wait till he got some rest?

bakugou chuckles to himself slighlty at the implication because he still angles himself around every corner to your room. the man was always so drawn to your fierce spirit and suddenly every part of him was clenched, more specifically his fists and jaw. truth be told, he was battle-worn and weary, but with a heart full of longing for you - though he's not sure his heart would allow him to admit this to your face.

he found himself standing outside of your chambers, his heart pounding in his chest. he's still unsure as to why you've called on him so soon. did you want to let him down when he was at his most worn out state? would you welcome him with open arms? the uncertainty gnawed at him, but he knew he had to take the risk.

bakugou knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet corridor like a blaring alarm and he cowers slightly, just in case anyone who could see him so boldly knocking on your door at this time of day.

“you can come in!” you shout, and bakugou burns at the sound of your voice.

one deep-inhaled moment later, bakugou opens the door, engulfed with sweet-smelling perfumes and the heat of your bedroom. his jaw clenches and eyes ablaze in lust-filled awe as he sees you standing at the front of your bed, donning beautiful and expensive but flimsy silks. you were always so devastatingly gorgeous but here you stood in front of him, essentially in all your vulnerability and bakugou's tongue sits like a dry weight of sandpaper in his mouth at the sight of you. the man quickly shuts the door behind him, not really wanting anyone else to see you like this, dressed up all for him.

“katsuki...” you whisper, your voice filled with a mixture of relief and flirtatious joy and bakugou takes this as a sign to drop his heavy clothing and armour: the whole baggage, both figuratively and physically, before stalking to your much smaller figure but you stop him with a palm to his chest. the strong look on your face makes him shrink slightly, thought it doesn't mean much when he's almost a foot taller and you hold back a whine at the fact that the man stopped out of respect for you.

“bakugou katsuki,” your voice was firm, but there was a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. “did you forget what you said to me many nights ago, before you left on your journey across lands?”

the general's eyes widen at your words, and the bated breath that he was holding in escapes when everything begins to add up in his foggy, fatigued head and he chuckles, all breathy.

he takes a step closer, his voice overflowing with genuine desire as he places one large hand on top of your manicured one that rested on his sternum. “...'m sorry.”

your gaze softened, if only for a second before the fire in your eyes reignites from a flicker of fervour and a scoff erupts from your throat. “is that all you can say?”

bakugou closes his eyes and just up close can you see the dark circles that sat under his deep carmine eyes. even though you're supposed to be pulling his ear, telling him how wrong he was for thinking you'd ever choose some random noble boy over him, you cannot help but long to touch and kiss at him. you're barely chastising yourself for giving him such a hard time after what was supposed to be an awful expedition but really, it's only because you care for him so. and the man knows that, which is why it's hard for him to articulate himself to you.

bakugou opens his eyes to see that yours were brim with unabashed lust and a modest amount of hurt and it causes a stabbing in his gut - far worse than any knife sheathed into him could cause. seeing the desire and loving for him in your eyes makes him heat up so he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek to then squish both your cheeks together. the squeak you let out causes a soft smile to encroach itself on his face

“you were right. i was wrong. you gonna keep giving me a hard time over this or you gonna let me kiss you?”grumbles the man and you giggle, the sound making bakugou buckle in his pants.

your arms reach up to wind around bakugou's neck, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your saccharine scent, “just wanted to hear you admit it, is all.” the tension that had built up between them over the past few days melted away, replaced by a thick hunger that burned deep within their souls.

bakugou pulls apart from you after what feels like hours and, with a mixture of hesitance and determination, he leans in, capturing your lips in a gentle, passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with earnest longing, a silent promise.

“you don' know how much i missed you,” mumbles bakugou ardently into your lips. you hum, pressing a ghost of a kiss over his cupid's bow.

“humour me,” you challenge, moving your lover's hands over the expanse of your almost-bare body and bakugou gropes at every curve and smooth part of your skin he can, biting back a moan at the feeling of your ass in his palms.

“tell me how badly you want it and i'll humour you all you want,” bakugou breathes out, nosing at your jaw before plopping wet- bitten kisses on the planes of your neck and clavicle.

you whine, wrapping your arms tightly around bakugou's neck again, “you know, you shouldn't tease when you want me just as badly,” and bakugou chuckles into your skin.

“you're gonna tell me you didn't dress up all f'me? that you weren't waiting f'me to return so i could press you into your bed and fuck you?” mumbles bakugou, biting into your neck and his words let a whimper slip out of your plump lips.

“katsuki... please,” and bakugou wants to laugh at how easy you've submitted to him but he decides against it, with the way you're so susceptible to his touches, he doesn't want to ruin thr rhythym you've got going on. besides, the weight of his cock begins to stir heavier in his drawers and he wants to make you beg for him.

bakugou guides you closer to your bed, carrying you to the middle of the mattress as he crowds over you. the man is left only in his undershirt and dress pants - but your mouth waters slightly when two tanned, hefty arms lean over to crowd over your much smaller frame. you don't get to ponder on his figure much because his lips meet yours in a passionate, desperate kiss, as if trying to convey all the unspoken words and emotions they had kept hidden for far too long.

the first of your clothing (if you could even call it that) were shed and you were left in a delicate, translucent slip, your bare nipples pressing against silky material as the barriers between the both of you began crumbling under your intense desire. bakugou began worshipping your body with his hands and lips, leaving a trail of heated kisses and whispered declarations of love along your skin.

“you're a real fucking tease,” bakugou growls into clothed breasts and all you can do is take in his dark, lusty gaze while he palms at the fleshy roundness of your boobs peeking out of the slip. you hum as a thick finger slips under a strap, coaxing you to shimmy out of the negligee.

bakugou's pulls up the dress and an, “oh, baby,” tumbles out of his lips before he can comprehend it. from the sensitive flush of your nipples to the smoothness of your belly and all the way down to the barely-there pale blue panties resting over your heat. bakugou swears that if he focuses his eyes, he could see the pulse of your pussy and the outline of your puffy cunt lips against the material and - oh. he's going to devour you.

he heaves himself over your weighty, plump breasts and presses unsuspecting bites all over the skin, all bruising and wet so that they'll leave an indefinite mark. you mewl when bakugou places his lips over the hardness of your sensitive nipples and they pebble up at the constant ministrations of his rough tongue. his attention on your body doesn't do much to quell the thirst you have for him - in fact, you can feel your panties begin to dampen with desire and excitement.

bakugou pulls away to press kisses down your body and reaches the destination spot. one hand pulls the material to the side so he can get a proper look at all of you while another spreads you apart and you can't help but cover your reddening face in shyness.

“don' hide from me now, princess. i want you to see how much i wan' to taste you,” muses bakugou and he doesn't move a muscle until both your hands are no longer hiding the embarrassed but carnal look on your face.

“good girl,” bakugou grunts and he presses a noisy kiss onto the hood of your clit and your legs already start to cave in around the wheat-blond mop of his head. bakugou's large fingers pad into the thin strings of your underwear, pulling them down and he doesn't even bother to hold back a moan when he sees wet strings break apart from your cunt hole and panties.

“p-please go slow,” you're more than flustered, uttering those words under your breath - which bakugou can just make out. his face softens at what you're trying to insinuate so, to lighten the mood, bakugou shamelessly stuffs your undergarment into his nose to drink in the scent. it doesn't do much to simmer your shyness but at least you're no longer uneasy when you squeal at the man.

“katsuki!” you cry out while he laughs at your expense, though not for long, because he pulls your legs apart again to attack at your pussy. embarrassment long gone from the scope of your mind - this time, you're crying out when bakugou lifts up the hood of your nub to suckle at it, all wet and sloppy, working you up to climax that's already beginning to rumble at the bottom of your belly.

bakugou's name falls from your lips like a mantra and your body being so responsive to him makes him ache in his drawers. wanting to see you come apart even faster for him, he gently slips a pointer and middle finger into your walls and bakugou can feel you spasming and contracting against his digits already.

you're basically riding them at this point and when bakugou angles them so that his blunt fingerails and the pad of his tips press against that gushy, cakey part inside you and your eyes roll back in an unprecedented orgasm, a hand resting in his hair.

“katsukiii, i-i- right there, ohhhhh, don't stop!” you gasp, legs locking around his shoulders and soft thighs locking his head to your pussy. not that bakugou was complaining though, because he carried on slurping and fucking you through your climax, even though his breath supply was becoming more and more limited and shockwaves were practically overtaking your body, akin to a demon possessing you.

it's no surprise that you go limp, loosening your grip on the man's hair and pushing him away pathetically when the pleasure gets too much for you. bakugou obliges, sitting up with a soaked lower face and a sinister, carnal smirk to match.

“taste exactly how i expected,” rasps bakugou and you can only look up at him, awestruck and eyes lidded. you bite back a snarky remark and instead crawl over to between the blond man's thick and bronzed legs and return back the smile. there's no way you'd let him make a frenzied, sex-driven mess out of you without paying him back tenfold.

“how about you let me give back to you?” you hum sensually, playing with the waistband of his dress pants while on your knees. bakugou's brows rise marginally before he plays into your request and gets up from the bed to strip down into nothingness.

within a few seconds, bakugou is virtually naked, save for tight briefs resting over his hefty cock and you can appreciate just how gorgeous your man is. he's all tanned muscle and scars - down from his broad shoulders to his solid chest with a faded cicatrix diagonal to his solid abs and lean waist, following the happy trail of golden hair dipping into his deep v-line and the weight of his appendage pressing boldly against the material. you want him so bad, it's making your gut tense.

bakugou strides back to where he was on the bed and gestures to allow you the honours of pulling down his undergarments and who would you be to deny yourself of the privilege? the man watches you with deep-set eyes, and he's grabbing at the bed sheets to stop himself heaving loudly when your fingers pull down the shorts to reveal everything and you tug your bottom lip under your teeth at the sight of him. bakugou lifts his hips to help you pull the briefs all the way down before you throw them somewhere around the room. you make a mental note to tidy up before you allow anyone else to come in here after your subsequent romp.

slowly, you set a hand on bakugou's upper body to push him down till he's resting on his forearms and you take the chance to sink in between his legs again, your attention all on hardened erection: from the dark pink, almost red cockhead to the thick vein crawling down his shaft to his hefty balls. bakugou looks at you tentatively, curiously watching what you're about do.

he doesn't anticipate for when you squeeze at your breasts to sandwich them around the girth of his cock and a strangled groan emits from his throat.

the weight of your fleshy tits suffocate his dribbling tip, and the movement of your breasts allows you to spread pre all over his length, acting as a lubricant as you surrounded his cock with your pretty tits. bakugou's breath started to get heavier as the sound of your soft flesh squished over him goaded him to buck against your movements. bakugou can't help but frown in bliss and arousal - how did a girl like you, a woman of your calibre, know to do something as vulgar - as sexual as this? either way, the thought expels itself from his mind as he can feel the tightness of his balls clench when you press your lips against the leaky head of his dick and he unknowingly ruts into you.

“fuck, you look so gorgeous like this,” bakugou pants, grinding his hips to meet the tightness of your breasts, “gonna bust all over you if ya don’t stop.”

you raise a brow with a smug lilt to your lips before lifting yourself off of him and something of a discontented and irritated noise emits from him.

bakugou’s about to protest when you slide a finger through the fat of your breast and suck at the taste of his precum, “i think i’d prefer if you’d do it inside instead,” you mewl seductively, squeezing at your now bruised breasts and bakugou groans when he sees the purple blooming on where last laved his mouth.

“who knew you were so dirty, princess?”

bakugou pushes you back further up the bed until your in the plushness of your pillows and he’s crowding over you again.

“full of surprises, aren’t ya, pretty? gonna tell me who taught you half those moves?” hums bakugou as he lifts one of your legs to sit across the back of his waist.

you smile at the hint of jealousy lain across bakugou's voice and wrap both your arms across his toned shoulders. "can a lady not teach herself a few things?"

bakugou gets as close as he can to you, your breasts pressed on his own pectoral while he's muttering under his breath at your declaration.

“nothing ladylike about that but 'm not complaining. as long as you'll only ever do that for me,” states bakugou, voice all gravelly. your reply is the push of your hips so that your sex faintly brushes against his own and bakugou hisses at the feeling of your wet snatch on his stiffness.

“y'know what is ladylike? using your manners when you wanna ask for something,” rasps the general and he leans back ever so slightly to grab at his heavy cock and he groans when it pulses in his hand. your jaw is practically unhinged and you can already tell from the teasing glint in bakugou's eyes that he's not going to make this easy for you.

“katsuki.”

“y/n.”

you pout adorably and bakugou is helpless with the way he angles down to plop a kiss over your lips.

“you know what i want,” you hum lowly and you look up at bakugou, all doe-eyed and pleading without saying anything and it would be criminal to leave you when you stared at him like he had the world in the palm of his hands.

“you're lucky you're cute,” bakugou sighs and you're about to ask him what he means but the tapping of his cockhead against your cunt hole makes you clench involuntarily.

“you're ready f'me, sweetness?” bakugou says, a small purr to his tone and you spread your legs even more to accommodate his hulking build.

“please, katsuki. want you,” you whisper and the man takes this as the green light to intrude past your tightness.

bakugou knew it would be a squeeze but, fuck, he didn't know you'd be this tight and warm - and your puffy pussy sucks him in so easily and he could cum just from how you fit so perfectly around him, like you were made for just him. he overcrowds you with his body once again as he feeds his cock to stuff you so intensely and if the dig of your nails into his shoulder blades is anything to go by, he knows you can feel just how deep inside he is. the blond waits for a sign of protest or discomfort but when you wrap your legs tighter around him, he languidly pulls out before rolling his hips forward to set a pace.

you arch your back, a breathless moan escaping your lips as bakugou's lips find their way to your neck, peppering kisses along your sensitive skin. the combination of his lips, teeth, and tongue with a drag of his cock in your walls sent shivers down your spine, your body quivering with anticipation.

your cries of pleasure filled the room, your voice a symphony of delight as bakugou worshipped your body. he somehow knew every curve, every angle of his hips, every secret, gooey spot that brought your pleasure, and he used that knowledge to drive your to the edge of bliss.

bakugou eats you up with another sloppy kiss when he can see the clench of your eyes and the drop of your mouth with every thrust and stroke he drags into you.

meanwhile, a choked sob flings out of you and bakugou watches as a tear slips out of your eyes and he presses his lips to lap it up.

“tell me how it feels, pretty girl,” pants the man above you and he hisses when you drag your fingernails across his back to ground yourself below him and bakugou shudders, knowing that he's going to have a new set of markings decorate the broadness of his back.

“i-i, feels so, so good,” you warble, the heels of your feet pressing into his waist and you both can feel the way your walls flutter around the length of his cock.

the rhythm he established was primal, and even though bakugou was trying his hardest to be gentle for you, with every tearful whimper and sob of “katsuki!”and “more,” he was rendered useless to his innermost desires, wanting to fill you up more and more till all you could breathe and think about was him.

the room was filled with the intoxicating sounsd of your rapid breaths and passionate moans as you both rode the waves of pleasure, bodies locked in a dance of ecstasy. bakugou could tell he was about to hit his peak - and with the way you were already spasming and contracting uncontrollably, he knew you were close too.

“you gonna come for me, princess? gonna let everyone hear who's making you feel this, fuck, fucking good, huh, pretty? only i can fuck you like this, yeah, princess?” coos bakugou, almost mockingly and you can barely reply to whatever he's rambling on about, so you choose to just chant his name like it's the only word you've ever known.

“katsukiii, 's always yo-you, katsuki, oh-oh, 's too much!” you plead, eyes rolling back as you grind your hips to meet the weight of his thrusts.

“come on, pretty, you gotta come f'me now. you can do it - just one more f'me, yeah? gonna come inside and give you everything i've got, jus- just for you,” purrs bakugou and his words would be sweet if he hadn't leaned one arm down to thumb at your swollen bud and the way you shatter is almost instantaneous, seizing as bakugou pushes you over the edge.

you're seeing stars, and your vision goes from black to white as your mouth opens in a silent moan, walls contracting over bakugou's girth. he doesn't fall too far behind as he watches you convulse, knees buckling to chase his impending orgasm and you've slightly come to your senses a little, still jittery but desperate for bakugou to spill himself inside you.

“wan'- want you to come inside me, p-please,” you plead, all watery and shakey from the aftershocks of your orgasm and bakugou's gut tenses at your words, before he howls out strangled moan and inevitably comes undone from the way you continue to milk his cock for every last drop of his seed, riding out both your climaxes.

as you both reached the pinnacle of your passion, your bodies shuddered in unison before bakugou collapses as a crescendo of exhaustion washes over him. he clings to you, your bodies trembling from the aftermath and a weight of satisfaction mingling in the air, as you shared a moment of pure, uninterrupted and unadulterated bliss.

you and bakugou lay entwined for a moment, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat before he decidedly pulls out his softening cock from your cunt, covered in both your expenses and he gets up to find his shirt.

your heart drums harder against your chest, vulnerable and worried slightly but bakugou dispels any fears you have when he uses his undershirt to clean at the mess between your thighs and you tremble at the softness. bakugou frowns when he feels the subsequent trembling, looking up from cleaning you.

“you doing okay, princess?” and you can't help but lovingly lean up to pull him down and kiss at his face and the man's nose scrunches up in faux discontent, grumbling all over again.

“don't worry me like that, woman. had me thinking i did something wrong,” rasps bakugou and you giggle, slightly croaked and breathless.

“well, in my defence, i thought you were getting up to go get dressed and leave,” you hum, a little off handed but woeful and a flash of shock sets across bakugou's eyes before he looks at you seriously.

“don't take me for one of those shithead princes you might deal with, princess,” mutters bakugou and you smile at him genuinely.

“you're right, i'm sorry. i don't think any of those boys could measure up to you,” and bakugou plays into your hand like a mouse led to cheese and you can't stop the laugh that leaves you when his chest puffs up, all earnest and prideful.

“you're a fast learner, aren't you, princess?” and you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss and fawn over him and you don't anticipate the large man lifting you up and holding your waist to his body.

bakugou sees that you're about to protest but he stalks off to the direction of your en suite and huffs. “if i'm gonna be with the princess, i'm gonna take advantage of all the perks. first thing bein' the bloody bath!”

you couldn't wait to tell your parents who you found as your new suitor and you remind yourself to thank your father for introducing you to the man that is bakugou katsuki.

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it’s golden, like daylight

dilf!neighbour!steve x babysitter!neighbour!reader

summary: when moving to hawkins the last thing you expected to find was any sort of love. especially not from the single dad who lived with his daughter two doors down. after offering to babysit for steve when he’s in a bind, it becomes a regular thing. through weeks of stolen glances and secret whispers, your feelings for each other bloom into something more. with both of you unsure of how the other feels and wondering if any of this is right, things are bound to get tangled up. after a particularly confusing night, you and steve find yourselves with no where to look but at each other.

word count: 17.4k

warnings: 18+ content,singledad!steve and his daughter whose name is daisy, age gap (reader is in her early twenties and steve is in his early to mid thirties), lots of back and forth pining and flirting, so much miscommunication, minor angst that gets resolved, mentions of blood (reader cuts her hand on broken glass, nothing serious), steve patching up the reader ( but it is not described graphically), steve being the sweetest, smut, dirty talk, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, size kink, reader struggling to take steve, reader getting teary eyed during sex, happy ending

authors note: hello again! i know some of you are wondering where the third chapter of invisible string is, and i promise it’s coming, but this is what i’ve been working on the past three weeks. this is the longest fic i’ve ever written and so i’m feeling very proud of it and of myself. this idea is one i’ve had for months but finally got inspired enough to finish. i want to announce here that because the love i feel for this fic is so strong, i am making this an au! here on my blog! that means you can request fics or send asks about this story as well as i will be writing more for it in the future! i hope you all love it even half as much as i do! i need to give some attention to some amazing people as i post this. a big thank you to @mysticmunson for creating the header for this and for listening to me talk through every idea i had. another big thank you to @bejeweledmunson @petal-veined and @moonmistt for putting up with this being all i’ve spoken about for week! i love you all so so much. also… @loveshotzz here she is, the glorious dilf fic i promised and i’m so sorry it’s probably a lot softer than you were thinking!

The quaint town of Hawkins was nowhere near as bad as you had prepared yourself for it to be. Moving into small towns like this could be difficult, considering everyone knew each other and most inhabitants had lived there for their entire lives. 

Living in the city you were used to most people being relatively rude to strangers, everyone always having somewhere to be with no interest in small talk of any kind. You were pleased to see that the few people you had met were nothing short of kind and made you feel right at home. 

The weather of the town was much nicer than you were used to. The sun beamed down brightly, the sky a bright blue with fluffy clouds scattered throughout it. This fact had you forgetting about your unpacked boxes on your first day there. Instead you rushed to the nearest florist, buying different already bloomed flowers to plant in the front, making the rental home feel more like your own. 

You had only been living there for a week, your boxes all finally unpacked and you were comfortably settled. The neighbourhood you lived in was cozy, green grass on each lawn, mailboxes all looking freshly painted, and sidewalk chalk covering every other driveway. 

You were seated in your front window, enjoying your morning coffee as you flipped through a few pages of a book. Your mind was wandering to what you needed to get done, jotting down a few things as you spotted something out of your window. You looked once more after the first time, realising that it wasn’t something you were seeing, rather someone, a small someone. 

There was a small girl in your garden, looking around it as she carefully walked beside it. She couldn't have been older than seven, her steps still wobbly despite the attentiveness to each step she took. 

She had dark brown hair that was in one french braid along the back of her head, a few small clips holding any loose pieces of hair back. A pair of denim overalls sat on top of a light pink t-shirt, her little white shoes covered in dirt all over. 

You were unsure of what to do. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, but truthfully you didn’t want her destroying the garden that you had just planted days ago. You got up off the windowsill, making your way out your front door quietly, not wanting to startle the tiny girl. 

“Hi there.” You said sweetly as you walked down your front steps, watching as she slowly walked over to where you were. 

“Hi!” She lifted a hand close to her body, waving it shyly. Her voice was slightly frightened, but she was putting on her bravest face. You didn’t look all that intimidating, a fact that you were hoping would play to your favour in this situation. 

“I like your overalls.” You pointed to them, kneeling down next to her. “They’re very snazzy.” 

She giggled at your words, freckled nose scrunching up as she smiled. Her cheeks were a little red from the sun and what you assume playing outside in the heat. 

“I like your flowers.” She replied, looking back at them before turning to you again. “They’re very snaz-snazzy!”

You laughed at her attempt to use the word you just did, making her laugh a little harder this time. You wondered if it was normal for kids here to approach strangers the way she did, if the parents of Hawkins just trusted that no one here was a bad person. 

She held out her hand, a pile of beaded bracelets on her wrist. You took her hand in yours, her whole hand nearly fitting into your palm. 

“I’m Daisy.” She hummed, aggressively shaking your hand. “I live down there.” She pointed down your street at a big white and blue house. 

“Like the flower!” You gasped excitedly. “I’m Y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you Daisy.” As she let go of your hand she began to play with her fingers, her mind searching for the correct words to say. 

“I was wondering…” She trailed off, looking everywhere but your face. “If-If I could have a few of your flowers…but they aren’t for me!” She exclaimed as if it would make her question sound more believable. 

“Who would they be for, sweet Daisy?" You inquired, lifting one of your knees from the ground, the hard pavement beginning to make it hurt. 

“For my dad!” She said happily. “It’s Father’s Day a-and I forgot to get him a present.” She winced, squinting as you copied her facial expression. “He never forgets my presents, and I feel not good.” 

Your heart was aching so hard your teeth were hurting. You were positive you had never met a kid this cute, nevermind this thoughtful. There was no way you could tell her no and send her away, knowing that it would weigh on your chest for the rest of your life. 

“I’ll tell you what.” You whispered, standing up fully but still bending so she could hear you. “I’ll help you put something together for your dad if you let me have one of those pretty bracelets.” 

It was not a fair trade in the slightest, but you weren't about to tell her that, not when she squealed with excitement, jumping up and down on your grass. 

“Thank you! Thank you!” She sang, grabbing your hand and dragging you to your garden. 

You let her pick whichever flowers her little heart desired, not surprised when she chose a few daisies as her final touches. You grabbed some newspaper and ribbon you had inside, putting the arrangement in the middle of it and tying it up to look somewhat presentable. 

“Do you know how to write?” You asked her, taking a pen and a small piece of construction paper. 

“Not very well.” She grumbled, making you let out a breathy laugh. “My dad lets me write while he helps!” You take her word for it, placing the paper on the wood of one of your stairs, leading her hand along the paper with yours as you write. 

“To dad.” She mumbles to you, telling you what she wanted the note to say. “I love you, from Daisy.” You see her nodding her head, content with her word choice. 

You finish the poor attempt at a note up, it being painfully obvious that she helped you write it, the words being barely legible. You were sure her dad wouldn’t care, you weren’t even positive he would care as much as she thought he would, a thought that made you worry this might have been a bad idea. 

As you finished putting it together, you watched her reach behind her neck, unclipping the beaded necklace and showing it to you. It was pink and white, with a flower charm sitting in the middle of it, a daisy. 

“Do you like that one?” Her eyes were hopeful. “It’s pink like your dress but you can pick a bracelet instead! No mean feelings! It matches so I thought it would be a better choice for you!” 

You assumed she meant ‘no hard feelings,’ which made you bite back a laugh. She was great at speaking for someone her age, but still struggled to pick the right words.  

It had a childproof clip on it, the odd one that you sort of just push together which really did make it easy for you to put on. It sat right between your collarbones, the size of it not quite being big enough for an adult, not that you minded. 

“This one is even more perfect than a bracelet, thank you, Daisy.” You tell her, handing her the bouquet. “Think it would be okay if I walked you home?” 

You thought it might be a good idea to take her home. You didn’t want her dad to think she was with a freaky stranger, but rather a neighbour, who was also a stranger, but one with no harmful intentions. 

“That sounds very okay to me!” She smiled at you, nodding her head as she reached for your hand. “I think my dads gonna love this with all his heart.”

“I sure hope he does.” You followed behind her, eyes widening as she began to run.

“Dad!” You heard her yell as she disappeared onto the property. 

The house was only two down from yours, their driveway being one of the many with chalk all over it. As you stepped onto the driveway you saw a man kneeled in front of her, his back turned to you. 

“They're beautiful, sweetie.” You could faintly hear his voice over the sound of someone mowing their lawn. You watched her explain something, hands flying all over the place. “Yes, I love them so much, best Father’s day ever.”

You walked up the driveway a bit further, still keeping a healthy distance. 

He engulfed her in a hug, holding the flowers behind her so that they wouldn’t get squished. When they separated he whispered something to her, the question making her look over his shoulder, pointing to you happily. 

His head turned to look at you, staring for a moment before he handed the flowers back to her, muttering something. She ran off into their backyard with the flowers, giving him a moment to stand to his full height. 

You had no idea what you were expecting Daisy’s dad to look like. Maybe someone much, much older than you, someone who wasn’t very attractive and who was possibly going to curse you out for talking to his child without him present. 

You were dead wrong. 

He wore a faded grey t-shirt, the words on it so worn out that you couldn't read them. His blue jeans had grass stains on them, only getting dirtier as he rubbed some dirt on the thighs of them as he approached you. He looked like he had been doing yard work of some sort, throwing the gloves he was wearing by the stairs that led to his side door. 

His hair was a pretty shade of brown, dark in most places but lighter in areas where the sun was kissing it. It was clearly long, but styled in a way that made it lay perfectly on the top of his head. The gold rimmed glasses that sat on his nose suited him well, complimenting the colour of his skin in a way that was extremely flattering. 

There was no way around admitting that the nameless man in front of you was the most handsome person you had laid eyes on in a very long time. 

The two of you stared at each other for longer than normal, not a word being exchanged as he stood in front of you. Each time you went to speak your words escaped you, only being able to smile brightly at him. 

It wasn’t everyday Steve found himself staring at anyone as breathtaking as you, nevermind having someone that enthralling standing on his driveway. 

The powdery pink dress you wore hugged you in all the right places, going all the way down to your ankles. The straps on the top of it were barely there, leaving the top part of your chest exposed. 

Everything from the bridge of your nose to the ends of your hair was radiant, leaving him speechless. He didn’t know if it was the sun's fault your skin looked so glowy or if you always carried such beauty with you. 

He wasn’t ignorant to the fact that you were seemingly younger than him, hoping that his staring wasn’t coming off in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable. 

You weren’t ignorant to the fact either. The only firm indication you had that he was somewhat older than you was the scruff that adorned his chin and the beginnings of wrinkles that formed when he smiled. 

“I’m so sorry about her.” His voice was as thick and smooth as honey, the sound sweet to your ears. “We were outside together and she wandered off… and I didn’t even realise until a moment ago, and now you probably think I’m a horrible parent.” 

His lips curved into a smile, freckled cheeks pressing into his eyes. 

“No! No…not at all.” You shook your head. “She didn’t stray too far anyway, I live a few houses down.” You pointed with your thumb before holding your clammy hands in front of your body. 

Your voice only made you prettier, a powdery pink haze filling his mind. 

It really was the best Father’s day ever. 

“She didn’t cause too much trouble did she?” His voice was slightly panicked, his fingers combing through his hair. 

“There was no trouble, she’s honestly the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.” You beamed. “I found her in my front garden, she thought my flowers would make a good gift for you.” 

Peeking behind his shoulder you checked to see if Daisy had come back. There was no sign of her as you looked back at the tall man in front of you. 

“She felt terrible she didn’t have a present for you, so there was no way I could say no to her.” 

He shook his head, a smile forming on his lips. As much as he didn’t love the thought of Daisy hanging around strangers, he was happy that she was at least sweet about it. 

“That… uh, that was very kind of you. Thank you for being so sweet to her.” He spoke, placing a hand in his back pocket. “Is there any way I can repay you?” 

You held your hands up, disagreeing immediately as you reached to grab a hold of the beaded necklace. 

“She already took care of it.” You could tell by his expression he was slapping himself internally. “Think I might’ve ripped her off though.” 

Steve couldn't remember the last time someone made him genuinely smile this much. He felt a bit stupid considering the fact he had been smiling from the moment he laid eyes on you, but he could and would blame that on you and the fact that you were wearing the necklace his daughter loved most. 

“I’m happy to hear that.” He shrugged. “I was worried her cuteness might’ve looped you in. Happens to me more than I’m willing to admit.” 

“Almost.” You tilted your head. “Her sob story nearly got me, but I toughed it out.”

He took his hand from his back pocket, once again wiping it on his jeans before holding it out to you. As you took his hand it was apparent his hand was much larger than yours, his hand feeling much firmer than your own. 

“I’m Steve.” He told you, shaking your hand gently. 

“Y/n.” You replied, letting his hand go after a moment. 

“Y/n.” He repeated your name. “Pleasure to meet you, thank you again for taking care of her.” 

As the words left his mouth he realised that was exactly what you did. You took care of her and looked after her, even making sure to walk her the short distance home. His chest was consumed with an unfamiliar feeling, like something was twisting and pulling at his heart. 

“It was nice to meet you too, Steve.” You backed away slowly. “I’ll see you around I’m sure.” 

“Yeah.. yeah I hope so.” He commented. “Welcome to Hawkins.” 

You walked away wearing a saccharine smile, trying to not let him catch sight of your face as you turned off his driveway. 

Steve knew for a fact you weren’t just new to the neighbourhood, he would have definitely remembered your face if he had ever seen you in town. 

Turns out, you’d be running into Steve more often than you thought. 

The first few times were when you both were crossing paths. He was leaving as you got home, or you were both heading out at the same time. 

This cycle of small talk and running into each other continued for a few weeks, neither of you daring to push the conversations much further. 

That was until one early morning around 5am. You were sitting on your front steps, a blanket wrapped around your body, a steaming cup of coffee keeping your hands warm. You were tossing and turning all night, finally giving up and deciding to start your day early. 

The sky was halfway painted with a pastel orange colour, the clouds and run rising with it. The air outside carried that crisp freshness that only the morning could bring. The grass had been tricked with dew overnight, the droplets of water beginning to clear up. 

The silence was enjoyable, the sounds of birds chirping made you feel less alone, their presence being welcomed by you. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake this early, mainly because you would never willingly wake up this early. 

Your silence was interrupted by the sounds of feet hitting against the ground. Your eyes searched for the source of the sound, not finding it right away. Turning your head a little further to the left, you were met with the sight of Steve. 

His face was flushed, a light shade of crimson sitting on top of his cheeks. He was wearing nothing but a pair of running shorts, his grey shirt hanging from his arm. Your eyes dragged down to the patch of thick hair that rested on his chest, the view of it making you pull on the skin at the back of your neck. 

Everything he did, every move he made, every piece of him you got to know more was only making him more attractive. You couldn’t fathom how you happened to move in two houses down from a man who invented the concept of dads being hot. 

You considered running into the house before he saw you, painfully aware of how you looked this early in the morning. Your hair was a bit of a mess, eyes dressed with bags, and you knew for a fact your face was still swollen with sleep. 

There was no time left to put that plan in action as he looked over at you, pushing the headphones off his head. 

“You really shouldn’t be out here all alone at this time.” His husky voice spoke as he stopped at the bottom of your stairs. 

“I could say the same about you.” You replied, clearing your throat to try and make your voice sound better. 

It was then, from the close proximity you noticed the deep spots under his eyes. He had the look of someone who was stressed out beyond belief, a certain rigidity to his whole body. 

“I’m clearing my head.” He yawned, leaning onto the wood. “What’s your excuse?” 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You told him honestly, catching his yawn after you spoke the last word. “Is something going on?” 

It might have been weird to ask him that, but you hoped he wouldn’t be taken aback by the question. 

“Ah.” He let out a deep sigh, licking his lips. “I’m gonna have to call off work for the second time this week, which you can imagine I’m not thrilled about.” 

Steve had mentioned in passing he was a paramedic. The job normally would have come with unforgiving hours, being called in at any time of the day or night. However, in a town this small, that wasn’t the case. He explained that he rarely got called in, telling you how happy he was to have a job he loved so much with hours that worked well for him. 

“Are you not feeling well?” You sounded concerned, raising your brows with worry. 

“No no, I’m okay.” He reassured you. “Daisy really hated daycare when we tried it. So usually I get one of her aunts or uncles to take her or come over and watch her, but…” Running a hand over his face he continued. “Everyone’s been so busy lately which puts me in a bit of a bind.” 

“Your wife works when you do?” Your question was genuine for the most part, an ulterior motive may have been present. Steve’s eyes widened before he smiled slowly. 

“It’s just Daisy and I.” He spoke. “Her mom’s not in the picture anymore.” 

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head, feeling embarrassed but relieved at the same time. “I had no idea.” 

“That’s okay.” He chuckled, kicking your stair with the tip of his shoe softly. “I’m sorry for dropping this all on you, I’m sure it’s the last thing you wanna hear this early.” 

The idea swirled around your head before it left your mouth. 

“I could help…if-if you wanted, that is.” Your suggestion did make his ears perk up, mouth falling slightly open. “I’m always home anyway, don’t really have a lot going on.” 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, Y/n.” There was a tenderness to his voice, one you had never had the pleasure of hearing before. 

“You didn’t ask me.” You quipped. “I offered, Steve.” 

You could tell he liked the idea, he was just contemplating whether to admit it or not. It would make his life a lot easier, and you had proven that he could trust you with his child. 

“Are you gonna let me pay you?” He asked. “Because if you try and do it for free I might just lose what’s left of my mind completely.” 

Babysitting Daisy was a breeze. 

She seemed to like you a lot which made the time you spent with her a lot easier. The two of you got up to everything from playing outside to sitting on her bedroom floor while she showed you her books for what felt like the tenth time. 

At first, Steve only called you when he exhausted all other options, not wanting to burden you constantly. 

That quickly turned into you watching her each time he worked.

Daisy had expressed to him how much she enjoyed being around you one night when Eddie showed up to watch her instead of you. 

Eddie was incredibly offended by his niece's words, not understanding why her and Steve both seemed more keen about you coming over. That was until he had the pleasure of meeting you as he came to pick Daisy up from your house one evening. 

You opened the door a few seconds after someone had knocked on it. On the other side of the door was a man who looked extremely rough around the edges, his face and clothes covered in oil. 

“Eddie, right?” You asked him, voice a little hesitant. You wanted to make sure you weren’t handing Steve’s daughter to a complete stranger and by the looks of the man in front of you, you weren’t entirely sure this was the right guy. 

“I must have the wrong house.” He froze. You were way too pretty to be Steve’s babysitter, at least much prettier than he was anticipating. Even if you were actually the babysitter, he had no idea how Steve managed to get out more than one word to you. “You’re Y/n?” 

“In the flesh.” You tried to hide your confusion at his reaction. Daisy came to save the day, running into Eddie’s legs hard enough for him to let out a groan. 

“Uncle Eddie!” She screamed, hugging one of his legs. “Are you here to get me?” 

Her little mind was going a mile a minute, not even saying goodbye to you as she walked down the front stairs. She was young so you understood how her mind sometimes flew from one place to the other with no regard. 

“Thanks.” He nodded in your direction. The longer he thought about it, the more he understood why Steve was such a fan of you. Eddie imagined if he had such a pretty babysitter he’d want her around all the time too.

As you closed the door you could hear the pair bickering. Eddie let out a laugh, telling Daisy to stop pretending like she was happy to see him. 

You hoped not all of Steve’s friends were as strange as Eddie. 

Slowly, you began watching Daisy at Steve’s house more often. It was easier for you to be there so she didn’t have to bring a bag and all her toys with her. 

You had begun to pick up on housework while you were there. Doing the dishes, keeping everything tidy, and making dinner every night you were there, leaving more than enough in the fridge for Steve when he retired home. You usually only washed Daisy’s laundry, but on occasion you found yourself washing the dirty laundry that he was too busy to get around to. 

He was paying you way too much for you to just sit around and watch her anyway, so you insisted this was how you made things even. 

Steve would make a fuss about it sometimes, but he would be lying if he said he had a problem with it. It was nice to not have to worry about certain things after long days or nights at work.

He liked having you around, probably more than he should have. 

There was a tension growing between you and Steve, one that could only be ignored for so long. It was the kind of tension that was created when two people were obviously and painfully attracted to one another. 

It started with Steve having to watch you move around his kitchen, knowing where everything was placed, knowing exactly how he liked it. It progressed with the pride you felt each time he commented on how well you did something, your body burning with a sensation that only Steve could bring to you. 

Many stolen moments shared between the two of you continued to make the tension thicker. 

The short dresses you wore around him made it hard for him to breathe, his eyes not being able to leave your figure no matter how hard he tried. When you bent over to grab something the dress would rise up the backs of your thighs, exposing your body to him more than he thought he deserved. 

Reluctantly, he’d drag his gaze away before you turned back around, focusing on calming himself down and getting rid of the twitch in his cock. Part of him hoped you did it on purpose, that these moments weren’t a series of accidents that he happened to bear witness to. 

Steve didn’t make it easy for you either. 

He would always place a hand on your hip as he squeezed behind you, his front brushing against your ass as he moved. His hot whisper of ‘sorry, honey.’ played through your mind for hours each time he said it. 

You never missed the way he stared at you when you arrived at his house. His eyes examining you for a moment too long, making their way back up to yours where he would smile at you softly. 

You weren’t much better, the sight of him in his clothes for work had you in a tight grip, making it impossible to look anywhere but at his arms in that shirt that was a size too small. 

These moments were why you were shocked and hurt in a strange way when Steve called you one afternoon, asking you if you could come watch Daisy. 

“I thought tonight was your night off?” You frowned a bit, hating that he kept getting called into work last minute. 

“It is.” He felt a lump in his throat, the hand that wasn’t holding the receiver was on his hip. “I uh…I have a date tonight.” 

You never thought that four short words could leave you feeling so many things at one time. There was a pain biting at your heart, its teeth sinking into your skin hard enough to make your entire chest throb. 

The root of the pain was unidentifiable. There was jealousy and betrayal present, playing their roles together to leave you feeling like a fool for thinking that a man like Steve would ever want anything to do with you. 

You were his babysitter, nothing more. 

“Oh.” You sounded surprised. Steve could picture the ways your lips were curling in, a hand coming up to smooth your shirt down to cover up the fact that something was bothering you. 

Steve was only doing this as a poor attempt to resolve whatever feelings he was having for you. He thought there was a chance seeing someone else could work out and he would maybe be able to stop thinking about waking up next to you on slow mornings and kissing you each time he walked through his front door. 

Through this all, he found himself refraining from thinking about how things could have been between the two of you if this one small detail had been different. He knew there was no good in dwelling in what could have been, but he wondered if these thoughts ever crossed your mind. 

“Yeah, yeah I can come watch her.” You cleared your throat. “What time did you want me over?” 

He had never heard you like this. Choked up. Like there was something wrapping around your vocal chords, not allowing you to say what you really wanted to. 

“How’s seven?” He asked, the thought of cancelling the date bouncing around his head. 

“Whatever you need.” You tried to sound happier, but you failed miserably. Your remark came off caustic, leaving Steve with a sour taste in his mouth the rest of the day. 

You wanted to cancel on him last minute, ruining any prospects of his date going well. However, you didn’t have it in you to do something cruel to Steve when he was the last person in the world who deserved it. 

So, you went to watch Daisy at seven. 

Steve told you he would be home by ten and he didn’t lie. Right at ten he unlocked the door, seeing you sitting on his couch watching some random movie. 

He was relieved to see you, a faint feeling of happiness lingering within him as he stepped into his house. His date was nothing short of horrible and he had spent the majority of the time counting down the minutes until he could return home again. 

“Hey.” He whispered. “Is she asleep?” 

“Of course.” You hummed, standing up and gathering your things. You didn’t want to have to be around him for longer than you needed to. Pushing your feelings down was only going to work for so long, and looking Steve in the eye would have been what made them come right back up. 

“Thank you, I know it was short notice.” He walked closer to you, sensing this new kind of tension, one that he wasn’t so fond of. Steve grabbed his wallet, reaching for what he owed you plus a little bit extra. 

“It’s not a big deal.” You smiled softly, grabbing the money from him and putting your shoes on. “I’ll talk to you soon.” 

And with that you left. There was no goodbye, no asking him about his time out, and for the first time since he met you he didn’t get to hear your laugh as he made some stupid joke.

With that, he couldn’t help but notice the dishes weren't done and Daisy’s toys still scattered around the floor, left for him to clean up. It wasn’t like you had to do those things, but you always did. The fact that you didn’t do them should have had Steve running out the door after you, begging you to tell him what was wrong. 

But he didn’t. He stood there alone in his living room, frozen in place. 

For the first time in months, Steve’s warm and lively home went back to feeling like a cold and lonely house. 

Steve going on dates became a regular thing. At least once a week he was taking out some woman who he barely had any interest in, hoping he might like her more than the last. He felt like he was fresh out of highschool again, looking for someone to mend the hole in his heart that Nancy Wheeler had left behind. 

Only this time, he wasn’t trying to fill the hole someone else put there, he was trying to heal the wound in his heart that came from the knife he twisted. The job to fix it this time wasn’t easy, not when the women he was seeing were all dull and boring, not being able to make him feel a fraction of the way you did. Steve felt old again, like the single dad that couldn’t land more than a shitty one night stand. 

Part of you felt bad that all of his dates were going terribly.

He never went into the details much with you but you could tell by the way he looked that he was happy to return home after each one. He looked more drained than he did before he left, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he hung his jacket up. 

Steve was always home before 10pm, walking in either a few minutes before or right as the clock struck the hour, he was never a minute late. You were caught between thinking he did that to leave the dates earlier and to keep his word true, not wanting to make you feel like your time was something he would throw away.

Slowly, you grew to tolerate him going on dates. Swallowing down the poison that threatened to spill out of your mouth and stopping the tears that sometimes burned the back of your eyes. 

You both noticed that everything shifted back to how it was before that first date. From the extra work you did for him to the stolen intimate moments the two of you shared like a secret, whispering in the late hours of the night under the covers of a bed.  

That was until one gloomy Friday night. You made the short walk to Steve’s house, pulling the baby blue cardigan you wore over your body further, the wind being extremely unforgiving.​​ The white dress you wore was bright looking compared to the dark conditions outside. The clouds were a mean shade of grey, preparing to let out their anger in the form of cold droplets and cracks of thunder. 

You rarely knocked on the door anymore, letting yourself in with a faint greeting to anyone who may have been close by. As you walked onto the carpet at his front door you weren’t met with the usual sounds of Steve and Daisy singing, or the television being a little too loud as she sat in front of it, barely watching it as she played with her bead kit. 

Daisy was sobbing her little eyes out, whole body shaking in Steve’s arms. You were immediately panicked, heart dropping to the floor as you tried to understand what was happening. She didn’t cry often at all, in fact this was only the second time you had ever seen it happen. 

“Sweetie.” Steve sighed defeatedly, his white button up covered in her tears. “The sky is only a little dark, I’m sure it’s only gonna be a little rain, I promise.”

“Don’t go.” Her voice wobbled with fear, small hands clinging to the collar of his shirt. “Daddy I-I don’t want you to go.” 

You knew that might have just done him in completely. Daisy had that man wrapped around her tiny little finger, knowing exactly what she needed to say to get Steve to give in. She never did it in a bad way, only ever using her power to guilt trip him when absolutely necessary. 

Steve lifted her up, rubbing her back in soft circles as he turned around to see you. He gave you a sad look, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’. You only shook your head, coming closer to him and craning your neck to look at her tearful face. 

“Sweet Daisy.” You frowned, wiping one of her tears. “What’s going on?” 

“T-there’s gonna be a storm.” She breathed. “I don’t like thunder…I need Dad to stay and protect me.” You nod your head, thinking for a second. 

“I see.” You hummed. “That’s a real shame…because I had a really important secret to tell you once he left…” You sighed dramatically. “But I guess if I can’t protect you from the thunder…” 

“No!” She gasped, leaning off of Steve’s chest. “You promise you’ll save me from the thunder?” Her eyes were wide with excitement, the idea of getting to know a secret taking over whatever bad thoughts she was having. 

“I promise!” You held your hands up, “Wouldn’t let anything hurt you.” She squirmed in Steve’s arms, shouting something about changing into her pyjamas so she could be comfortable while you told her the secret.

He let out a painful noise as she ran up the stairs to her room. 

“I should stay here.” He shook his head. “If it actually starts to storm I’m going to feel like the worst.” 

“Steve.” You smiled sadly. “You’re far from the worst and she’s really lucky.” You whispered, noticing how handsome he looked right now. His hair was pushed back, one single strand of hair not getting enough gel, hanging in front of his face. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, releasing his pink lips from the tight line they were in. 

“I’ve got her if anything happens okay?” You hum. “She’s gonna be just fine with me here.” 

Steve was looking at you with nothing but adoration. His friends who he considered family all loved Daisy and cared for her greatly. But he was yet to find someone outside that circle, someone whom he wanted in a different way who cared for his daughter as much as you did. 

The way he was looking at you was making the lock that kept your feelings away come undone, letting them trickle out of their hiding place slowly. 

“Okay.” His voice was soft. “I trust you.” 

“Good.” You bit back a smile. “Because your collar looks absolutely horrendous.” Without thinking you reached up for it, smoothing the stiff fabric down. 

“Are you nervous?” You were trying to calm him down from what just happened, really not caring to know much about how he was feeling about a date that was with someone who wasn’t you. 

“Not really.” He watched as you fixed his shirt for him, your eyes focused on what you were doing. He noticed the way your nose twitched when you were focused, scrunching up when you were really trying to get something right. “I haven’t seen her since highschool, so it should be interesting.” 

You tried to avoid thinking about the fact that this person might not have been a total stranger to Steve, making the chances of this being a good date slightly more probable. 

Reaching behind his neck you smoothed the fold of his collar down. He didn’t know what to do with his hands as you worked at making him look presentable. Did he hold them in front of his body? Did he put them behind his back? Did he rest them on your hips like he so badly desired to? 

“Oh my, since highschool?” You breathed. “That was what? Forty years ago?” 

Your eyes flicked away from his shirt to look at him. He was still looking at you, nodding his head as he chuckled. 

“Forty years!” He laughed, making you let out the giggle you had been holding in. “I see how it is!” 

You lost track of what you were supposed to be doing, your hands resting flat on his shoulders as you both shared a playful string of banter through fits of laughter. Steve had more fun in those three minutes than he had on the hours he had spent out on dates combined. 

Your touch, your smile, your laugh, they filled his body with so much joy that for a second he forgot that you weren’t the woman he’d be seeing tonight. 

Once the sounds of laughter died down you removed your hands from his body, backing away a bit as you gestured to his shirt. 

“You’re all ready to go.” You told him, looking towards the stairs as you heard Daisy trampling down them as fast as she could. “And I think she’s ready for you to leave.” 

Your suspicions were proved correct when Daisy began basically shoving Steve out the door, saying goodbye to him as fast as she could. His exit was a rushed mess of him trying to bargain with her for a hug, but not being surprised when she barely gave in.

Next came the part of the routine that never changed. 

“I’ll be back before ten!” He shouted as he closed the door. 

11:47pm. 

You had been staring at the clock that hung in the middle of Steve’s living room for so long that you could barely read it anymore. 

You checked it once, then twice, then finally you ran to the kitchen to check the clock there, not believing what you were seeing. 

11:49pm. 

“What the…” You whispered under your breath, a hand making its way to your head. 

Steve was never late, nevermind nearly two hours late. Your mind ran rampant with terrible thoughts, anxiety serging through your veins as each new idea formed. You tried your hardest to not let yourself think that something bad had happened to him despite how badly you wanted to believe it. 

Daisy had fallen asleep a half hour ago, but not after she asked you a plethora of questions about where Steve was. It felt impossible to try and calm her nerves when your own were burning at the ends, the sparks catching on each dendrite, setting everything on fire from synapse to synapse. 

The worry you felt was intense, making your jaw tense, your teeth grinding together. Your nails dug into your palms, the dread trying to claw its way up your throat and take you under completely. 

As you searched through the notepad that was hung on the fridge for Robin’s phone number, the phone that sat on the end table by Steve’s couch began to ring. The buzzing of the phone scared the life out of you, putting you even further on edge. 

Your shaky hands grasped the receiver, bringing it to your ear. 

“Hello?” You tried to sound a bit more lively than you felt, not wanting the person on the other end to know something was wrong. 

“Shit, Yn.” He uttered. “I didn’t even realise the time, I’m so sorry.” 

Your heart felt heavy, like a large rock that had been thrown into a body of water. You were relieved to hear his voice, to know that regardless of what happened he sounded like he was okay.

“Steve.” Your voice trembled, your fingers squeezed the coiled wire of the phone. Before you could ask a question, he was speaking again, obviously being rushed for a reason that was unknown to you. 

“I called Robin, and she’s gonna come and pick up Daisy.” He spoke. 

“What? Why?” Your confusion was like a thick fog, covering everything around you and making it hard to see. 

“It’s late and I feel bad for not calling.” His speech sounded distracted, as if he was trying to listen to the chatter behind him as he spoke. “I don’t want you to be waiting around for me.” 

You didn’t know what to say, so you said nothing, waiting for his voice to fill the silence again. 

“Steve! Let’s go!” You heard the voice of a woman from his end, all high-pitched and filled with giggles. 

You felt sick to your stomach. 

You thought that something bad had happened to him. You were genuinely worried that the reason he wasn’t home and hadn’t called was because some unfortunate event took place. Not once did you consider the notion that Steve might have just been having fun and for once enjoying himself on a date. 

You felt so stupid for believing any of the lies you were feeding yourself. You got worked up over nothing, your worry turning into a burning feeling of betrayal. 

“I’ve gotta go, okay?” His voice was a little louder now. “I’ll come by tomorrow to pay you.” 

The line went dead. 

Steve was never this short with you, nevermind not doing as little as saying goodbye to you. 

It hit you slowly, putting together the pieces that told you exactly why Robin was picking up Daisy and why Steve insisted you head home. 

He probably wasn’t going to be returning home alone. 

The house felt dark, the ghosts standing in the room with you were the only things keeping you company. Everything was too quiet in contrast to the beating of your heart, throbbing against your chest like it never had. 

Robin showed up not long after, helping you peel Daisy from her bed. Luckily her sleep was enough to stop her from asking too many questions, her little eyes barely being able to stay open as Robin carried her downstairs. 

You had met Robin on a few different occasions, and given the way she was looking at you, she knew something you didn’t. 

Truly, she was sick of listening to Steve talk about you and do nothing about it. So, to see you in his house looking like a sad puppy made her want to kick him right in the ribs. 

After she had left you felt even lonelier than before, the absence of Daisy allowing you to experience your emotions even heavier. You decided to quickly clean up before you left, thinking that this might be the last time you babysit for Steve for quite some time. 

This tug of war with your heart was getting hard again, slowly becoming unbearable. For the first time in the months you knew him, the flirting and moments you shared didn’t seem intimate at all, they seemed like a really good way for him to string you along and win himself more favours. 

You refused to cry about something like this, not here, not in the four walls of his house. 

The sound of the water running as you washed dishes almost covered up the sound of the front door opening. Your ears perked up, listening to hear if he was alone or not, getting ready to awkwardly excuse yourself. You didn’t expect him to be home within an hour, not by the way he was talking over the phone. 

You didn’t hear any voices, no noises that would have signified someone was with him. There was only the sounds of him kicking his shoes off, feet padding to where you were. You kept your back turned to him, focusing on finishing up with the four items you had left to wash. 

“Honey…” His voice was thick with regret. He didn’t think you would have bothered to stay a moment longer than you needed to. 

But of course you did. 

You didn’t respond, not even acknowledging his existence. Your silence was deafening as well, causing a ringing in his ears the longer he listened to the sounds of water hitting the bottom of the sink. 

“Y/n.” His voice grew closer, his feet taking a soft step in your direction. 

You placed a plate in the dish rack, reaching and grabbing a dirty glass. 

Steve felt a lump growing in his throat, a lump made up of worry and fear, similar to the one that lived in your throat as you waited for him to come home. He would understand if you were mad at him for not calling, maybe you had plans after being here tonight and he ruined them, or maybe you just wanted to go home and- 

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” You seethed, wiping the outside of the glass, not turning to look at Steve. 

His face grew softer, the wrinkles on his forehead smoothing out. 

“You’re never late and that would have been fine if you just called sooner.” He could see how tense you were, shoulders moving ridgeley with every syllable. 

Oh. 

“I thought something happened.” Your voice cracked. “I thought you got into an accident or got hurt.” The cloth slid into the glass, your hand cleaning the inside of it. “Do you know how fucking scary that was?” 

Oh. 

You weren’t mad at him, not in the way that he was anticipating. You were worried about him, the kind of worry that made you anxious and restless. He had to fight every urge to come and grab your face, to kiss you so softly that you forgot why you were worrying, being blissfully reminded that he was standing right in front of you. 

“God, Steve.” Your eyes close, head tilting back slightly. “I was so relieved to hear your voice for a second.” You looked at him, hurt etched into your usually glowing irises. “But then you made me feel like an idiot for worrying in the first place.” 

“Hey now.” He stepped toward you, reaching a hand out to hold your shoulder. 

“Don’t!” You barked, going to step away from him. Encapsulated in your sadness, you forgot about the glass around your hand, slamming it against the sink. 

The glass shattered, the debris flying all around the sink. The sound of it was loud, louder than the frustration that was booming in your head, pulling you back down to earth. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt something tearing at the skin of your palm. 

You pulled your hand back from the sink, your other grabbing your wrist and holding it tightly. 

“Jesus, Y/n!” Steve bellowed, grabbing the kitchen towel from by the stove. He reached for your hand again, unhappy to see you pull away from him. 

“It was an accident!” You trembled, the blood dripping from your hand onto the wood floor beneath your feet. You hated how upset he sounded, your face burning with embarrassment over what you just did. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft spoken, his warm hand finding safety on your forearm. “I didn’t mean to raise my voice, but you’re hurt and you need to let me help you.” 

His hazel eyes searched yours for forgiveness, not only for yelling, but for everything that had gone wrong tonight.

“Okay.” You put your guard back down, letting him in again. He took your injured hand and wrapped the towel around it, placing your other hand back on top to hold it there. 

Steve guided you upstairs and into the bathroom, rinsing your hand off as gently as he possibly could. He stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back as he made you keep your hand under the water. 

The close proximity made it hard to breathe. The smell of his cologne filled your nose, notes of cedarwood and bergamot dancing around you. The scent was one that over time you began to associate with him, goosebumps growing along your skin with each whiff of it you got. 

What nearly pushed you over the edge was the way he was whispering words of encouragement to you as he poured alcohol onto your wound. 

“Just a little longer, okay? You’re being real strong.” “Breath for me, you’re okay.” “I’ve got you, honey, I’m right here.” 

The winces you were letting out weren’t all from the pain of your cut, but rather the sting that each thing he said was leaving behind.

Once he got the bleeding to stop enough, he took you into his bedroom. You had been in his room only a handful of times, coming in to grab his laundry without taking time to really look around. 

It was exactly what you expected his room to look like. The walls were all a plain cream colour, nothing on them. The floors were carpeted unlike the hallway, the brown material feeling nice on your feet. All of the furniture in the room was wooden from his bed frame to the thick walnut desk in the corner. The desk and the shelf next to it were covered in framed pictures. Most of them were of him and Daisy but the other few were of his friends whom he considered family. 

“Sit up here.” He tapped the desk lighty. You manoeuvred your way onto it the best you could without putting much force onto your palm. Steve opened a few different drawers, grabbing the various supplies he needed to help you. 

“My job comes in handy a lot more than you’d think.” He set everything down next to you, turning the lamp on the desk on. A yellow glow illuminated his face, extenuating his features in a way that made him somehow look better than he did before. 

“I can imagine.” Your voice was softer than before. You felt yourself retreating, opening the curtains again for him. He slipped himself between your legs, fixing the end of your dress so it was covering your knees. 

Steve was doing everything he could to make you feel comfortable, like he always did. You were hurt by his actions, but felt like a child for how you handled the situation. A swift feeling of regret filled you, making your gaze shift to his face. 

“Gonna bring your hand up, yeah?” He waited for some sign of you agreeing before lifting your hand closer to his face. “I can see a few pieces of glass in there, so I’m gonna take them out and then we can wrap it up for you.” 

“Okay.” You were trying to keep calm as he grabbed a pair of tweezers. His eyelashes fluttered as he plucked out a small shard of glass, dropping it into the small bowl of water he placed beside you. 

Steve looked so focused, barely breathing each time he brought the tweezers to your hand. The feeling was bearable at first, but the stinging quickly became a lot to handle. You let out a sharp squeak as he had to push the tweezers a bit deeper. 

“I’m sorry.” He glanced up at you, staring at you as he let you settle from the pain. “You should try and distract yourself, it’ll hurt a lot less.”

“How should I go about doing that?” You asked. 

“Talk to me.” He offered plainly, raising his eyebrows for a second. 

You knew he wanted to discuss the events of the night, so you decided to dip your foot into those waters hoping they weren’t going to be as cold as you anticipated. 

“I take you had a good time tonight.” The comment was seemingly genuine, but there was something bitter about the way it rolled off your tongue. 

Steve avoided eye contact after you said it, not replying as he sucked in a deep breath. 

“No, I really didn’t.” He spoke finally. “I had a pretty terrible time.” 

To say you were confused was an understatement. Nothing about the way the evening played out implied that he had a bad time from returning late to the laughter of the woman who was rushing him off the phone. 

You tilted your head quizzically, watching every small twitch on his face. 

“What happened?” You blurted out, wishing you had taken an extra second to think of something better to say. 

He continued picking the glass from your skin, glancing up at you for not even half a second. 

“We went to dinner, and it was fine.” He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders. “Then she suggested going to this bar.” His voice trailed off as he shook his head slightly. “And we ran into a few people…Eddie and Dustin and a few other people from highschool.” 

There’s a hint of pent up frustration in his voice, a tone so deep that its thickness was built up by an ongoing feeling of resentment. 

“She got really drunk.” His nostrils flared. “And by that point the date was more than over. She found someone else to entertain her. When I called you I was about to drop her off at home, which was probably the best part of the whole date.” 

He wasn’t rushed on the phone so he could run off with his date. He was rushed because he was uncomfortable, wanting nothing more than to leave and be home. 

Steve was a lot of things, but most of all he was a really good person. Of course he wasn’t going to leave her drunk at a bar, he was going to be the one to take her home and make sure she got in safe. Even if she made his night horrible, he wasn’t the type of man to storm off and leave her to fend for herself. 

“I’m so sorry.” Your words dripped with guilt. Steve wouldn’t meet your stare, keeping his eyes directed on your hand. 

“Don't be sorry…the dates are always the same.” He muttered. “I show up and they talk about themselves the whole time.” A sigh falls from his lips. “They have no interest in me or at least it dies off pretty quickly after they find out I have a kid.” 

After his fourth date with a different woman, you began to wonder why he never made it to a second date with any of them.

“But I guess I'm no better.” He pushed his glasses off his face, letting them sit on his head where they look like they’re about to fall off. You felt the burn of the alcohol seeping into your cut, the sensation making you bite back a wince.

“What makes you say that?” You reached with your free hand, taking his glasses off his scalp, placing them on the top of the shelf next to you. 

“Because the whole time they’re talking I’m thinking about someone else.” His gaze flicked up to yours, eyes locking like magnets. 

You felt paralyzed, not one part of your body daring to move in a way that might be even a little bit noticeable. Trying to process what you heard, you remained speechless. You thought you were out of the woods for a brief moment, the guilt you felt being accompanied by selfish relief. 

“Someone else?” You blinked rapidly. 

Steve couldn’t help but to be amused at your innocence regarding the subject. His lips were being tugged at the edges as he fought off the smile he so badly wanted to show you. 

“Someone else.” He confided. “Someone who listens to me, and cares about what I have to say. Someone who cares about my daughter almost as much as I do.” 

Your heart was working incredibly fast, beating in large thrums as it pumped your blood through your veins. The blood rushed through your body, making a pulse appear in every place where one could form. 

Steve cut and measured a bandage, the metal scissors making a clicking noise as they hit the desk. As he wrapped it around your hand, he kept talking. 

“I can’t stop thinking about her.” He released, securing the bandage by placing it around your hand a few times. “

“I can’t get the smell of her vanilla perfume out of my head and I really can’t stop wondering if that lipgloss she loves so much is anywhere as sweet as she is.” His voice was as soft as the silk of your pillowcase, keeping your face and hair safe as you slept. 

Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it, the sound filling his ears the same way it filled yours. 

He was talking about you. He was talking about the vanilla perfume you sprayed on each morning you left your house, making sure to put it in places it would stick. He was referring to the lip gloss that sat on your lips as he spoke, the strawberry flavour filling your mouth more than it ever had. 

“And sometimes I think about those nights when I come home and find her asleep on my couch…” Steve places your hand down in your lap, never letting go of it. 

“I never wanna wake her up.” His fingers reach out, pushing a small piece of hair from your face. “I wanna put a blanket over her and let her sleep soundly… or carry her up to my bed and let her sleep comfortably next to me.” 

Steve looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever set his sights on. Your beauty was intoxicating, making it hard to concentrate on anything but the way your smile was visible on your entire face. 

Steve thought he would have noticed the day that his innocent fondness for you grew into something more, but he didn’t. 

Maybe he would have if he was paying more attention, but he was too busy loving every moment he got to spend with you. He was hypnotised by how much he liked you to realise how hard he was falling for you. He was too distracted by the constant voice in his head telling him this was wrong to notice that you felt the exact same way. 

Your stomach contracted, nerves forming there and balling together. The hairs on your body stood on end, the air in the room feeling ice cold. 

Though it was obvious who he was talking about, you played along with the idea that you had no clue. 

“Why don’t you take this someone else out?” You put forth, not moving your hand from where it rested in his. There were freckles on his cheeks, spreading down his neck like the stars in the sky, making you want to reach out and touch them. 

“I’m not sure she sees me like that.” He said honestly, looking from your lips back to your eyes. 

“You won’t know for sure until you say something to her.” You hum, the pain that lived in your hand faded into the background, along with the hurt you were feeling earlier. 

“It’s more than that.” He shook his head. “I’m worried she might find this whole thing inappropriate and think I’m a terrible person.” His face held a genuine concern, one that you had yet to see from him. He was afraid of disappointing you and making you think of him in a way that was all too familiar with his younger self. 

“I promise you.” You sat up further, a begging look on your face. “She could never think anything negative about you.” 

Steve wanted to accept what you were saying as the truth, but a small part of him was still ridden with some kind of worry. 

“I’m still not sure it’s the best idea.” He whispered, his large hand cupping your cheek like it was a snowflake, delicate and light, melting if he touched it too roughly. 

“Steve.” You begged, his heart aching so strongly he felt it in his back. You pushed into his touch, rubbing your cheek on the palm of his hand. 

Slowly, you moved further to the edge of the desk, pressing your thighs into the sides of his. Your dress rode up, the edge of it sitting in the middle of the doughy part of your leg. You felt him move closer, pressing himself into the wood. 

“Tell me this is okay.” He whispered, both hands holding the base of your jaw up to your cheeks. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you either…no matter how much I try.” You breath, your hands wrapped around both his wrists. 

The longer he stared at you, feeling your breath fanning his face, the softer his expression got and the closer he got to giving in. 

“Please.” You say so quietly he almost didn’t hear it. It was the final push he needed to allow himself to give in to the thing you both so badly wanted. 

Steve rested his forehead on yours for a second, resting there as he attempted to ground himself. You stayed there peacefully, soaking it up just in case it was the first and last time you were going to be this close to him. 

After what felt like a lifetime of waiting, he tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a kiss so sweet that happiness threatened to spill from your eyes. 

Steve took his time with you, kissing you so slowly that it felt like your heart was going to give out on you. His lips moved against yours like they had been there before, knowing each curve of them and exactly what to do to make you feel like you were floating. 

Your lips were softer than he ever imagined, and your lip gloss was just as sweet as he was hoping it would be. Everything about you from the tickle of your breath to the smell of your hair was making a warm sensation blossom in Steve’s chest, taking over all of his senses. 

Every inch of you was lit up with an incandescent glow, a garden blooming in your stomach, its roots travelling to intertwine around your heart. Steve’s hands on your face, his lips on yours, they were lighting you up in a way you never experienced before. 

Your hands travelled down his arms, curving down his neck to rest upon his chest. Right there, a little adjacent to where his heart lived, you could feel it beating against his chest so hard it felt like it was trying to escape from his ribcage. 

“You okay?” You grinned against his lips, not being able to stop it no matter how hard you tried. The feeling of your hand resting on his chest made Steve dizzy, making him feel like he was a lovesick teenager again. 

“Barely hanging on here.” His smile was impossibly large, causing a giggle to fall from your lips. 

Hesitantly, he moved a hand, pressing it onto your chest, over your dress, and above your left breast, holding it there flat. Your eyes were inviting him in, a silent and unspoken way of telling him this was still okay. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered with a smile, feeling your heart beating against your chest. 

“Hanging on.” A whispered giggled was pushed from your diaphragm. “By a thread.” Your comment was meant to be a playful push back at what he said, only it was the truth. 

He rubbed the tip of his nose on yours, the back and forth motion sending a tickle straight through you. The action was filled with care, but within it there was the promise of something more, telling you this wasn’t where he planned on leaving things. 

“Have you thought about this before?” He asks. The question would have been innocent if it weren’t for the heat emitting off his body, making the knots of sexual tension between the two of you come undone. 

“Many times.” You admit, your fingers playing with the top button of his shirt. Steve leaned into your touch, his hands moving to rest on your covered thighs. 

“Is this how you imagined it?” Though his breath is hot against your face, the chill that creeps down your back is cold. 

“Sometimes yeah.” Your eyes meet him as you pull the button out of the fabric, fingers carefully moving to the next one. “Usually there’s a lot more kissing.” 

Steve laughs softly, planting a kiss on your cheek, then another, and one more after that. He leaves a chaste kiss on your lips, one that has you longing for more. 

Another button pops undone, dark brown chest hair peeking out at you. 

“Have you thought about this?” You ask him, leaving a sticky strawberry scented kiss on his freckled cheek. 

His fingertips glide down, coming in contact with the bare skin of your knee as they creep under the fabric of your dress. 

“Many times.” He whispers, his own body suffering from the pain that anticipation brings. 

“Is this how you pictured it?” Your voice is gentle as you take out the fourth button, leaving Steve’s chest exposed. 

“Normally I’d have you in my bed by now.” He smiles at the noise you let out, a mix of a hum and a whine. 

There’s a syrupy smile on your face, a kind of smile you wear when you finally get something you want and are able to hold it in your hands finally. 

His hands are up on the dough of your thighs now, thumbs rubbing soft back and forth motions there. The whole thing is intimate and sweet, confessions being spilled between two people who yearn for each other. 

As you undo the final button your hand pushes against this bare torso, encouraging him to step back. 

Of course he does, letting you know that you’re in control as much as he is. His blood runs cold for a second as you slide off the hard desk, careful to not put much pressure on your hand. 

His brain runs crazy with the idea that something is wrong, like the reality of the situation just settled into you and you’re about to go home and never speak to him again. 

Steve is too stunned to speak, body turning slowly as he watches you for the first time ever rest your body against his bed. The white of your dress stands out against the darker colours in his room. Your being there added a lightness to the room, a gentle beauty that he alone could never bring into the space. 

“Now I’m in your bed.” You mused. The way he was staring at you was making you nervous, palms growing clammy as you waited for him to make a move. 

He hides a smile as he nods, walking over to where you’re laying. You feel the bed dip beside you, one of Steve’s knees pressing into the mattress between your legs. He rests a forearm onto the pillow beside your head, his face inches from yours. 

“And now you’re in my bed.” He beamed, kissing you slowly. 

The kiss was a bit more rushed this time but still as gentle as it could possibly be. Your lips parted slightly, allowing him to slot his tongue into your mouth, earning a soft moan from you. 

You pushed the wrinkled fabric of his shirt off his shoulder, pleased as he tried to work it off his body without removing his mouth from yours. Once it was off you ran your hands along his naked shoulders, ending your movement at the back of his neck where you scratched his skin kindly. The sound that leaves his throat is a groan that he tried to swallow, the noise getting caught in his throat. 

His palm smoothes over the skin of your thigh, fingers bringing the light fabric of your dress up, exposing your panties to him. He doesn’t break away to look at your body, instead letting his fingertips explore the new land that was your skin. 

Steve’s fingers trace where the lace rests on your hip, making his way around to where it rests below your tummy. There’s butterflies growing everywhere he touches, fluttering their wings against you where the feeling of his fingertips linger. 

There’s an ache that starts in your stomach, extending down to where you need him most. 

Right when you think he’s about to give you the satisfaction of a small touch, his hand makes its way back around to your thigh, squeezing your skin. 

“I’m gonna take these off, baby.” It’s both a statement and a question as he hooks a finger under the band of your panties. 

“Okay.” You say, reeling at the sound of him calling you something so sweet. You lift your hips for him, making it easier for him to slide your panties down your legs. 

He rewards the action with a kiss to your knee, a silent ‘thank you’. 

You didn’t realise how wet you actually were until the sticky lace was pulled from your core, a string of slick falling onto the sheets below you. You would have been embarrassed in any other situation, an apology forming on your tongue but quickly fading as you hear a guttural moan from Steve. 

“God, you’re beautiful.” He spreads your thighs open, leaving you on full display for him. His thumb runs along the edge of your dripping cunt, his mouth ajar as he watches how easily you open up for him. 

“Steve.” You whine, his mostly unintentional teasing becoming unbearable. Your hips jerk up off the bed, searching for his touch. He firmly presses them back into the bed, his hand holding them down as he eases down to lay beside you. 

“I’m right here.” He hums, holding your thighs open. “I’ve got you.” 

Before you can take another breath you feel his fingers gathering some of your slick, dragging it through your folds up to the bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt. He rubs your clit slowly, circling it with just enough pressure. A sharp sound of pleasure falls from your parted lips, eyebrows knitting as you relax into this feeling. 

Steve’s face is above yours, his elbow propping him up over you slightly. He’s watching every move of your face, enjoying every small sound you’re making while he strokes your cunt. Your body is still slightly rigid, he can see how hard you’re trying to stay still. 

“Sweetheart.” He whispers, moving toward you so that his body is resting against your own. He lets himself rest on his forearm again, pressing it above your head. “Breathe for me.” 

You move as close as you can get to him, turning your body so you’re facing him, a leg resting over top of his. You let out a shaky breath, holding his face loosely with your hand. His fingers and moving down every so often, the tips of them dipping into you before pulling back up to your clit as if he was playing an instrument. 

He kisses you delicately, pink lips moving against yours with tender care. His middle finger slides into you with ease, your body accepting it greedily. You keep kissing him, small hums vibrating through your body as he works his finger in and out of you. When he slips in a second finger, you break the kiss, moaning right into his open mouth as he curls the digits deep inside you. 

“That feel good, honey?” He asks with a smile, lips ghosting over yours as he continues the exact same motion. 

“Uh huh” You mewl, letting your swollen lips brush on his. You can barely think with his fingers inside you, the feeling of them blurring your thoughts almost completely. 

“You wear such pretty dresses when you come over.” His voice is deeper than before as he looks from the material back up to your eyes. “Are they for me?” 

There’s a new confidence in his voice, comfort and trust settling in, allowing him to say everything he’s wanted to for months. 

His fingers physically can't get any deeper, so he brings his thumb up to brush against your clit. You’re giving him the sweetest sounds he has ever heard and he hopes he can remember them forever. 

“They’re for you.” You manage to say at the end of a deep breath. “Wanted…” A whine rips through you. “Wanted your attention.” 

“That’s real sweet, baby.” He presses a long kiss to your forehead. The kiss is filled with love rather than lust, your words making Steve burn with the urge to care for you. 

He moves his hand a little faster, the sticky sounds of your cunt hitting against his hand filling the bedroom. He’s still managing to curl his fingers inside of you, your nails scraping against the slope of his shoulder. 

“You always have my attention, hm?” He tells you truthfully, feeling you arch into his hand. You can’t reply, only gasping at the feeling blooming in your lower abdomen. 

“Think about you the whole time I’m out.” He murmurs. “Come home early just to see you again, I can never help myself.” 

Your head is leaning against his shoulder as you sob out an obscene noise, your eyes shut tight. You’re clenching around him hard, your walls closing with every word that leaves his mouth. 

“S-Steve.” You swallow, breath ragged as the feeling below grows stronger. “I want you…I want you inside me.” 

Your words make his cock harden in his pants, straining against the black material uncomfortably. He so badly wants to let you have him, but he knows better than to try and fuck you without making you cum atleast once. 

“Need you to cum for me.” You’re rolling your hips against his hand, searching for more friction. “You’re so fucking tight, honey. You won’t be able to take it if you don’t cum for me.” 

“Can take it, Steve.” You pull your face from his arm, a weepy look on your features. “Please let me have it.” 

You’re desperate for him and you’re desperate to cum, the combination making you relentless to get what you want.  

“You gonna be good for me?” He looks at you, eyes gente but stern as he speaks. “Be good for me, sweetheart, come on.” 

The thrusting of his fingers keeps up, giving extra attention to the skin over your clit. Your thighs are shaking slightly, the muscles getting tight as you try and focus on letting yourself go. Steve whispering something to you that you can’t make out over the ringing deep in your ear. He’s doing everything he can to help you get there, his lips kissing your cheek repeatedly. 

There’s a high pitched whimper of his name as you tip over the edge, unable to control any of the noises you make. Your body feels heavy then light again, toes curling and calves aching as a delightful feeling spreads through you. You know Steve is gonna have red marks on his shoulder from how hard your nails are digging into it. 

“That’s it.” He praises. “There’s my good girl.” You can feel him smiling on your skin, his voice dripping with pride. 

Slowly he moves his hand from your cunt, your face pulled together as you adjust to the uncomfortable emptiness. You close your thighs around his hand, trying to make the shock waves of pleasure slow down.  

“Steve?” You breath raggedly, suddenly aware of how hot you are, your dress feeling suffocating. He can sense that you’re uncomfortable, a few lines of worry forming on his forehead. 

“Yeah, honey?” He looks at you sweetly, noticing the thin layer of sweat on your forehead. 

“Can you take my dress off?” You request, leaning into him so that you can kiss his stubbly chin. 

“I can do that.” He says, pulling his hand from your wet thighs. “Think you can stand up for me?” 

Steve’s making his way across the bed and onto the floor beside it before you can answer, reaching out a hand for you. He looks incredibly handsome right now. His tan skin is glowing more than you had ever seen in the past, styled hair now a bit rustled up but you know he could care less right now. The thick patch of hair on his chest makes you throb with need again, your eyes unable to look away. 

He sees you staring, a breathy laugh leaving him as he watches you slowly getting off the bed with your eyes attached to him. 

“You’re really handsome.” You whisper as you settle in front of him with your back turned to his chest. It makes his cheeks glow a soft pink as he kisses your shoulder softly, happy that you can't see his face. 

“And you’re the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen.” He hums into the shell of your ear, thick fingers working to pull the zipper of your dress down. 

“I am?” You ask as he pushes the fabric down your shoulders, watching it cascade down your body. His hands are rubbing your back soothingly as the dress finally falls to the ground. He kisses your naked back a few times, a gesture that makes everything ache from your lungs to the space between your legs. 

“You are.” He confirms, his touch running down your sides before pulling your body into him. “Too beautiful for this world.” 

You feel something hard against your ass, pressing into you with need. You moan quietly, placing your hands over his as he moves them around your body. 

He urges your head to the side, tilting it so that your neck is on full display for him. 

“Too beautiful to let just anyone touch you, honey.” The first few kisses on your unclothed neck are innocent, starting by your ear and travelling to your shoulder.

To let anyone but me touch you. Is what he really meant, afraid to let the words fall out.

The kisses that follow are darker, his lips sucking on each spot of your neck they stop. He finds a spot he likes, biting at the skin there tenderly, his tongue running over the spot after each bite that is harder. 

“Feels like a dream to be this close to you, can’t believe it’s real..” Your mouth is open but there's no sound coming out, jaw slack at the bliss you feel. 

His hand runs over your tummy, greedily trying to get a feel for every inch of your body as he sucks and bites at your sensitive skin. The urge to touch him is overwhelming, it was completely tangible, yet it took everything to pull yourself out of the moment. 

“S-Sit down.” You request, secretly wishing he would never stop kissing you. “Please, Steve.” 

He reaches to hold your hand, not wanting to be away from your touch. Backing up slowly he sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes alight with elation as he pulls you closer to him. You couldn’t help but notice how much softer his eyes got whenever he looked at you, the golden hazel colour becoming a comforting light brown that felt like a warm drink on a cold day. 

“What’re you doing, baby?” He’s amused but curious, hands grabbing the backs of your thighs once you get close enough for him to do so.

You stand between his legs, bending down so you can kiss his toned shoulder. 

“Showing you this is real.” Your voice is angelic, light and golden as you whisper in his ear. 

You kiss along his tan shoulder, taking the time to kiss each freckle that adorns his skin. Your breath along his skin was amiable, heating him up both physically and mentally. The open mouth kisses you trail up and over his Adam's apple are wet and a little sticky from what barely remains of your lipgloss. 

His hand moves to the back of your neck, not to hold you there but to massage you and remind you that this was all okay. Somewhere along his neck your kissing turns into a gentle nipping, biting into his skin enough to make his pulse quicken. 

When you pull away you look at his skin, the beginnings of broken blood vessels present, but nothing that will leave much of a mark, unfortunately for you. 

“I don’t know how all of those women didn’t fall at your feet, Steve.” You run your fingers down the hair of his chest, your thumb running down to above his belly button. 

You duck your head down again, kissing the soft skin of his tummy. 

Steve groans like you’ve never heard. It starts out as a choked out word, transforming into an inaudible sound of disbelief. He sounds like he’s stuttering, trying to form a sentence but the pleasured noises from his diaphragm keep cutting him off. 

You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, the sight above you is so intense you have no choice but to kneel into the ground between his legs. 

His chest is heaving heavily, cheeks a burning red colour, beginning to look the way they did that morning when you saw him on his run. The way he’s looking at you is something you had never experienced. It’s hungry and sinful, but at the same time it’s gentle and beautiful, two things you were sure only lovers experienced together. 

Humming softly you close your eyes, continuing to leave feather-like kisses on his stomach.

Steve felt as if he was about to have a heart attack. He didn’t find himself in bed with people often, and when he did he was always left emotionally unsatisfied, even physically sometimes. 

But this was putting him into overdrive, all of his senses being overloaded at the same time to create a feeling that was burning him to his core. He feels energised but completely weak at the same time. He wants to give you everything right now, but for the first time since the fall of 1984, he’s okay with the idea of letting someone, you, love on him for a moment. 

“Steve.” You whisper, the sound causing his eyes to blink open again to look at you. Your hand is on the button of his pants, thumb rubbing over the small details on the front of it. “Can we take these off…” 

“Of course.” He sits back up from where he was leaning, cradling your chin in one hand. “Go ahead, my girl.” 

My girl. 

Your stomach twisted into a knot, heart beating in your ears so persistently that you were sure you must have misheard him. His words are so gentle, stare so intense, but instead you decide not to dwell on words that were most likely created by the heat of the moment. 

The button pops open, the zipper coming open slowly. You can’t pull them down anymore without help, looking at him with the beginnings of a pout on your lips. 

“Come up on the bed, honey.” He kisses you once you stand to your full height, guiding you onto the bed. 

You kneel into the middle of the firm mattress, shamelessly watching as he starts to take his pants and boxers off. He shakes his head as you make eye contact one last time, your lips turned up into a soft smile.

He pushes them down completely, stepping out of his pants and coming onto the bed next to you. You aren’t even looking at him, gaze caught on how his hard cock rests on his stomach when he lays down. 

The tip is bitten pink, one thick vein running down the side of it, he easily has the biggest cock you’ve ever seen, the size of it alone makes your stomach twist with need. The longer you looked at it the more you understood his persistence on making you cum before he fucked you. 

“Steve.” You swallow thickly, face struck with disbelief. There’s a hint of fear in your voice, a sound that he doesn’t like. 

“What’s wrong?” His eyebrows twist along his forehead, placing a hand on your thigh. 

“I’m not…I can’t.” You shake your head and place your gaze back to him. “I can’t do it…you’re too big I can’t take it.” 

Steve can’t help but smile, clicking his tongue in his mouth as he rubs your thigh. 

“You can do it, sweetheart.” He whispers, pulling you into his lap. “You’re such a good girl, I know you can do it.” 

“I can try.” You whine, melting in his arms like it’s nothing. “But I’m sorry-” 

“None of that, no sorries.” He kisses your cheek gently. “We’ll go so slow, yeah? Stretch you open nice and wide for me.” 

Your uneasiness fades into nothing, being replaced by the need to be close to him. You can feel yourself dripping on his abdomen, the slick connecting your cunt to his body. You feel hot, like if you don't get him fast enough you might just start crying. 

“Can I be on top?” You ask him, hands already locked around the back of his neck. 

“Yeah? You wanna fuck yourself onto me, baby?” He teases, managing to sit up a little bit with you on top of him. “Are you sure you can do it? Be a big girl for me?” 

Steve takes notice of how hard you whine when his words are a little condescending. Your focus drifting away, eyes closing as you smile gently and nod your head, trying to find the words to say to him. He never would have expected you to like it so much, but he’s not complaining whatsoever. 

“I can do it.” You nod, trying to find a stronger voice. “Need to feel you.” 

You placed your knees on either side of him, your hurt hand holding onto his shoulder. The feeling of the gauze there makes Steve feel it off him, checking that the bandage was still okay. 

He only looked at you, checking in on you silently the same way he did when your car broke down and he took it to Eddie’s shop for you. The room was loud and busy but even through it he gave you that reassuring look, reminding you he was right there if you needed him. 

“It feels okay. I promise.” You say quietly, earning a squeeze on your arm as he places your hand back down on his shoulder. 

You reach a hand between your bodies, taking his cock in your hand. It feels even bigger now that you’re holding it, one of your hands not being enough to wrap fully around the top half of it. Steve hisses when you rub your thumb over the slit, pushing the clear liquid leaking out around his burning skin. 

“Lift your hips a bit for me.” He suggests, opting to hold the back of one of your thighs to support you through it. You guide the tip of his cock to your entrance, the mere prodding of it against you makes you moan. 

You sink down slightly, letting his cock into you just enough to catch him there. Already your cunt is burning from the stretch, the wind being knocked out of you as you manage to fit the tip of his cock into you. 

“Look at you, baby.” He praises. “Already takin’ me so well, aren’t you?” 

The noises you were trying to conceal break free after that, a loud shaky whimper that has you opening your eyes to see his reaction. He’s staring at you the same way he always does, like you’re what makes the world turn on its axis, causing the sun to set and rise again. 

You try to sink down further, the burning sensation only getting worse. Steve can feel how much you’re stretching around him, your walls so tight around him that he’s moaning pornographically. He’s about halfway inside you now and you already feel full, having no idea how you’re meant to fit the rest of him inside. 

“Oh god.” You whine, pussy clenching around him tightly. “It’s s’big, you’re so big.” 

“I know, honey, I know.” He was rubbing your skin in any way he could, doing anything to ease the pain you were in. 

Your voice is almost as weepy as your cunt, dripping down his shaft more with each huff of air you let out. 

A little bit more of him pushes in, making your whole body tense in a way that has you pouting in discomfort. Steve knew this was bound to happen, never in his life had anyone taken him with ease on the first try. He hated knowing that this was hurting you, and by the choked up sounds you were making, he knew it was becoming a lot for you to handle. 

“I can’t.” You say, feeling embarrassed. “It’s too much, I can’t.” 

You had never had anything this big inside of you, your walls not knowing how to with it. The frustration bubbled up with the realisation that you wanted to move, to take him fully, but it felt impossible for a second. 

“Hey hey.” Steve whispers quickly, sitting up so he can tug you into his chest a bit. Firm hands rub your naked back, trying to calm the repeated whimpers you let out. 

“So brave, hm?” He tells you, letting you tuck your head into his shoulder. “Why’re you embarrassed, baby? I’m so proud of you, doing such a good job.” 

He feels you relax into him, shoulders untenseing, your gummy walls opening up for him once again. Steve chuckles as he hears you whine, pulling your face from his neck and looking at him again. Even though it's the first time you’re having sex with him, he knows you well, he knows what you want.  

“You were so sure of yourself with my fingers in you.” He taunts, feeling you sliding down his cock at a painfully slow rate.. “Not so tough anymore, huh? My cocks too much…what did I tell you, honey?” 

Your head falls back, a loud sigh escaping you when you’re able to take more of him, making Steve groan. He reaches to tug on one of your nipples, the sensitive bud hardening under his fingertips almost immediately. 

“I can do it.” You argue, walls fluttering around him with need. “Want it all.” 

You let out one last shaky breath, relaxing your body as you take the last bit of him. The fullness you feel is overwhelming, making it seem as if he was in your stomach. You’re gasping as you let him sit in you fully, trying to remember how to breathe properly. 

“That’s it, there you go, sweetheart.” Steve grunts. “You feel so good for me, your pretty pussy keeping me nice and warm.” 

“Oh my- mmm” You pant, fingernails scraping the back of his neck. Your head is a mess, thoughts floating around so fast that you can’t catch them. 

The burn of the stretch begins to fade slowly, clit aching with how much you need to move on him. He’s so big, but you know it’s gonna feel heavenly when you start to bounce on his cock, letting him really split you open. 

You try to move, try to lift your hips and move back down onto him but you can’t. Your thighs are shaking, buzzing with a cramping sensation with every move you make. Your hands move to his chest, trying to get leverage but they end up clenching into fists. 

“Oh you poor thing.” He teased. “Never been fucked this well have you? Don’t even know what to do with yourself.” 

“N-No.” You shook your head. “I need you to help me, Steve, please.” 

He’s grabbing one of your legs and untucking it from where you kneel, telling you to wrap your legs around him. It’s a bit awkward trying to manoeuvre your body when he’s inside you, every movement making you wince. The new position has the tip of his cock hitting deep inside your channel, rubbing on that sweet spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back into your head. 

It’s a sticky mess between your bodies, your slick coating everything below it from your inner thighs to Steve’s balls. Once you're seated fully on him, you can't stop moaning, feeling every single inch of him pressing into you. His thick arms wrap around you, practically hugging you as he kisses you over and over again, letting you whine into his mouth. 

Slowly, he begins pulling your body into him, moving his cock inside you for the first time. It’s sinful how easily your bodies slide together, the motion happening with no struggle at all. His chest hairs are brushing against your breasts, tickling your nipples each time you’re pulled back into his body. 

“O-Oh.” It’s a high pitched whimper. “You’re so…you’re so deep.” The way his cock is nudging against your cervix has you reeling, toes curling harshly. 

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, honey.” He murmurs, his nose nudging against your throat. “Feels so good around me.” 

His hair is a mess now, sticking out a few different ways, his lips are swollen a mean red colour, cheeks stained with a rosy blush. You wondered if he only looked this good when he was inside you, something you intended on putting to the test in the future. 

You move against him, not caring how much your legs hurt. The way his cock is sliding in and out of you is too good for you to not try and chase more of it. His fingertips are digging into your hips, holding you there as if he was afraid you were going to try and escape. 

“You hear that?” He whispers, looking at you with soft hazel eyes. “Hear how much she likes me?” 

He’s talking about your cunt, and it makes you dizzy. The lewd sounds from it are intense, a sticky squelching that fills the room every time his cock thrusts in and pulls out again. It’s delicious, and fuck does it feel good. 

Your moans have turned into sobs of pleasure, they’re desperate and breathy, begging him to not stop. It’s too late before you realise how fucked out you are, your emotions getting the best of you as you begin to mumble something that Steve can’t quite make out. 

“What is it, baby?” His fingers trace your spine, scratching lightly. 

“Am…Am I..” You choke out. “Am I your girl?” 

Steve’s face softens, pulling you back into his chest as he shushes you sweetly. Practically hugging you he starts whispering to you, not wanting you to be embarrassed for needing reassurance. He thinks you might be overwhelmed with pleasure, needing to hear him talk to you. 

“I’m right here.” He breathes. “You have me, I'm right here.” 

He can feel you shaking your head on his neck, fighting his biceps to let you look at him again. There’s a hollow feeling in your heart, a worry that he avoided your question for a reason. 

“Steve…Am I your girl?” Your eyes are glossy, lip caught between your teeth. “You called that earlier and…” You trail off, looking at him as you try and fight off the moans that threaten to spill. 

“Shh.” He whispers, one hand leaving your back to hold your face. “You’re my girl, honey. Ever since I saw you on my driveway you’ve been my girl.” 

He watches your expression soften into relief. 

“You’re so sweet and so perfect.” He tells you with confidence. “I don’t want anyone else.” 

With your bodies intertwined like this and the words leaving his mouth, Steve can’t stop feeling like maybe he had been wrong about love all this time. Maybe it wasn’t hot and cold or black and white. 

Loving you was warm, it was golden, like daylight. 

Both of your arms tighten around him, hanging onto him like your life depended on it. His fat cock is still dragging in and out of you, only adding to the immense love you’re feeling for him. He knows you’re content with his response by the long whiny sigh you let out into his ear. 

Steve can’t help but to reach down and search for your clit, rubbing the still sensitive bead as delicately as possible. The feels makes the pressure in your stomach grow faster, all the pain you felt before dissolving into a sugary sweet bliss. 

“Feels…feels good.” Is all you can get out, making Steve chuckle. 

“I bet it does, my pretty girl.” He growls, his cock twitching inside you. The same feeling is growing within Steve, his balls begging to drain with each thrust of his hips. “Can feel you tugging me in, know it must feel good.” 

You know you’re done for when you reach down and press a hand into the space above where your pubic hair would grow. You can feel the head of his cock against your hand, tapping it each time Steve pushes into you. 

“I-I…oh my fucking god.” You sob out. “I can feel you…” 

Steve’s hand is replacing yours before you can think to show him, licking his pink lips as he laughs. 

“Shit, baby.” He mocks, pressing his hand into it. “Can feel me in your tummy, huh? Pretty pussy…she's swallowing me whole.” 

Everything feels snug right now, from the fit of Steve’s cock in you to the space between your bodies. The bliss growing in your stomach is nearly tipping over the edge, making it hard to breathe in a normal pattern. The sound of Steve moaning and growling your name is making it impossible to keep off your orgasm, teary eyes dragging to look at him. 

“S-Steve.” You vibrate, body shaking again as you try and blink the tears away. 

“Yeah? Crying over my cock, sweetheart?” He’s taunting you again, knowing the impact it carries. “Just so bent out of shape, huh?” 

You don’t get a moment to think before you’re cumming again, white hot pleasure pulsing through your veins. The sob you let out is a scream, followed by several smaller ones back to back to back. You swear your ears are ringing, only being able to hear the small whispers from Steve. 

“There’s my good girl.” “Cum on my cock, that’s it.” “So sweet for me aren’t you?” 

As you come down your fingers tangle in his brown locks, letting him bite on the skin of your neck again as makes it to the finish line himself. He goes stiff against you with one final hard thrust, staying there as he paints your walls with his release. He thrusts a few times after that, letting his cock cool off from the overload of bliss. 

You stay tangled together for sometime after, catching your breath while you draw patterns into his skin. There’s a lingering fear in the air from both of you, not knowing what’s gonna happen when you lift your heads and see eachother again. 

He feels you move a hand over his heart once again, feeling it beating. 

“Are you okay?” You smile softly just how you did earlier. 

“Never been better.” He places a hand over your heart once more, feeling it for a few seconds. 

“Are you okay, honey?” He asks you. 

“Hanging on…by a lot more than a thread.” You whisper, letting your forehead fall against his before kissing him with the same gentleness as the first kiss you shared tonight. 

You felt at peace for the first time since you met Steve, not having to guess how he felt about you through shared glances and stolen touches. He was finally letting you in the way he dreamed of, feeling less scared of the idea of being loved by someone in this way. 

“Stay the night.” He whispered as he broke the kiss.

Your chest burned with happiness, your eyes smiling as well as your lips. 

“Is this to make up for all the nights you didn’t let me sleep here?” You asked with a light laugh. 

“Mm, yeah.” He nodded, pulling you closer. “And you know…you are my girl after all, right?” 

“Yeah…yeah, I am.” You whispered, looking at him fondly.

The way you call me "Baby" - S.H 

Steve Harrington x female!reader 

A/n: Steve’s been so patient with his girl but he just can’t take it anymore and neither can she, soft!Steve, hopelessly in love, smut

Warnings: 18+, strong language, virgin!reader, penetration (unprotected), use of 'baby and good girl', light choking

Word count: 2.4k

She’d always been Steve’s girl, even when she wasn’t, that’s just what he would call her. He knew in his heart the second he met her he didn't want or need anyone else, he just wanted to be able to call her his. 

Steve had waited so patiently, waited so long for their very first kiss, he knew she wasn’t as experienced as him so he took everything slow but now he was starting to lose his mind a little bit. The weather got warmer which meant short skirts and flowy dresses that were tricking him into thinking about her all the time. 

It was another hot July day and he was just laying there, on her bed with her, her feet kicked up behind her, some book that was too heavy and Steve often carried for her keeping her busy. She was only wearing his shirt, she had said it was too warm to actually get dressed today so she just borrowed it. 

“Steve.” Her sweet voice broke him out of his stare. He looked rather flushed, his cheeks were stained red and he pulled at his shirt collar, she had opened a window but it obviously wasn't enough. “Are you okay?” She sat up, leaning over to press the back of her hand against Steve's head. He was sweating for sure, She pushed some of his curls back, smiling at how he relaxed into her touch. 

“I’m fine, just a little warm.” He took her head away, pressing a kiss to her open palm like he used to even before she was his girlfriend.

“Do you want to go to yours, we could swim.” 

“Baby?” Steve ran his hands up both her thighs. “I think I just want to stay here.” He fell on top of her crowding her completely, he gazed down at her, her pretty lip gloss still perfectly on her lips, not yet smudged by him. Her hair not yet touched by his hands. He didn't know why he didn't just smother her when he first got there, it must've been the damn shirt that distracted him from how beautiful his girl was today. 

“Stevie.” She placed her hands on his shoulders as he bent down to cover her neck in soft kisses, she tilted her head to the side to allow him better access, feeling her chest tighten at the feeling of him smiling against her skin.

He hummed something incoherent against her skin, refusing to give up on her bruising neck until he found that one spot that made her whimper. 

Steve's teeth grazed just under her jaw, feeling her hips lift slightly under him he knew that he had found what he was looking for. He attached his lips, sucking at the one spot that made her throw her head back. He loved how sensitive she was, it was like anything Steve did was too much, he loved making her feel good, it made him feel even better. 

He pressed his hips into hers, moaning against her skin at the friction his jeans caused. She took her bottom lip in between her teeth at the feeling. This is always when Steve would stop, when he'd pull back leaving her breathless and dizzy and he'd be so sweet with her but she didn't want him to stop. 

"Steve?" He pulled back,at the sound of her voice, leaving her skin sore and bruised. She sounded nervous, and Steve instantly worried that something was wrong. 

"Want me to stop." He held himself up by his arms, hovering above her with flushed cheeks and wet lips, he looked so dreamy right now she felt all her words catch in the back of her throat. 

"No." She practically whined, clawing at his shirt. "Want you." She nuzzled her nose against his neck, placing sweet kisses along his jaw. 

Steve struggled to keep upright, letting out a shaky breath he tried to control himself. "Baby, we don't need to do anything until you're ready." He didn't want her to think they had to do anything but then he opened his eyes, having shut them at the feeling of her lips on his skin, and he saw the way she was looking at him. She looked needy and it made Steve's head spin. 

"I'm ready Steve I swear." She pulled him down but the collar of his shirt to kiss him, reminding Steve of how sweetly she had asked to kiss him that first time. "I feel like I can't think straight around you anymore, I just need you." She whimpered, grinding her hips up into his, her words went straight to his cock, straining against his jeans. 

He wanted so badly to take things slow with her, to take their time but right now he wanted to give her anything she asked for.

He shook his head. "Baby-" 

Her chest tightened at the pretty nickname.  

"Please Stevie." She kissed him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth just like he had taught her. 

"Fuck." Steve's eyes were drowning in want, his pretty shade of brown only reflecting the lust between them. He ran his hands up and down her sides. "Now?" She nodded so quickly he almost laughed but he'd never be so cruel to her. "You're sure."

"I'm sure." She adored how Steve's gaze softened for a moment, wanting to make her feel as safe as possible.

"Just tell me if you want to stop okay, just say the word and we'll stop yeah." 

"Okay." 

"Can I take this off?" His hands gripped the loose material of her shirt, trying to ignore the way it had slipped up her thighs revealing her pretty lace underwear. 

"Please." She sighed with frustration. Steve couldn't really remember his first time but he knew what the frustration and pent-up feelings felt like, he had it all with her. 

Steve pulled the hem of her shirt over her head, he felt his jaw tighten when he saw that she wasn't wearing anything else. She'd been wandering around all day wearing nothing but his shirt. "Good girl." He muttered. 

His hands soothed the skin along her ribs, he wanted to touch every inch of her if she'd allow. His hands cupped her breasts, watching the way her eyes rolled back at the feeling, no one had ever touched her like this and it was making her a mess under him. 

He lowered his head, kissing the top of her breast, leaving wet kisses along her skin, biting just light enough to leave a mark. "So pretty." He mumbled, still kissing while his other hand began massaging her left breast. 

Her hand tangled in his hair, trying not to tug but also needing to hold onto something. Everything Steve did felt like heaven, he just knew how to touch her, knew exactly what to say. 

He lifted his head for just a second to remove his shirt, quickly reattaching himself to her body. She still got flustered every time she saw Steve without a shirt, her hands hesitated over his shoulders, feeling his hot skin under her touch.

"It's okay sweetheart, you can touch me." He knew she needed to hear that, her nails ran along the back of his neck and he bit down partially hard making her softly moan his name. 

His thumb brushed over her nipple, pressing his hand harder against her breast as his other hand slipped into the waistband of her underwear that sat on her thighs.

He pulled back, lips now swollen, kneeling between her legs, he pressed a kiss to her knee, then the other. His hand ran up and down her thigh comfortingly, while his other toyed with the tiny bit of lace surrounding her waist.

"Now these are about the prettiest thing I've ever seen, yet." He grinned as she covered her face with her hands. "Hey, none of that. Want to see my girl's face when I'm complimenting her." 

She pulled her hands away, watching as Steve played with the pink lace, he always said he liked her in pink. His fingers gripped the material, slowly pulling it down her thighs and then off her ankles. She didn't miss how Steve placed her underwear in his pocket before tugging his jeans off. 

She went to ask why, slightly turned on at the idea of him just needing to have them but then Steve removed his own underwear. 

She sat up and Steve instantly pulled her in for a kiss, kissing felt different now they were both naked, it made her heart beat quick and her breath shorter. 

Steve ran his hand over his cock, letting a few soft moans slip from his lips, he was kissing his dream girl and touching himself at the same time, it was impossible to be quiet. 

She whimpered against his mouth and Steve felt like he was going to pass out at any second. "Lay back down for me baby." He separated her legs further, biting his lip at just how wet she was. "So fucking pretty for me." 

"Steve." She whined again, pushing her hips up desperate for him to do anything. Steve stopped his movements on himself, smiling at just how worked up he'd gotten her, he placed both his hands on her thighs, pushing them aside so he could press himself against her. "What is it sweetheart?"

Her hands instantly tanged in his hair again, needing him impossibly closer. She tried to press her hips up again but he was pinning her down now. 

"Need you." She messily kissed him, teeth clashing as she struggled for breath. "Please. Do. Something." She spoke between desperate kisses.

She glanced between them, seeing Steve's cock pressed against her thigh, if she could just move slightly he'd be right against her cunt. 

"What do you want?" His hands gripped her hips tighter, he just needed to hear her say it. He needed to hear his sweet girl beg for him. 

"I-I want you to fuck me Stevie." 

"Good girl." 

Steve's hand reached between them, he ran the tip of his cock between her folds, she shivered at the feeling, hands tightening their grip in his hair. Her eyebrows furrowed together and Steve never thought she looked more perfect to him then she did right now. 

Steve's lips attached to her neck again, trying to distract her from the sting of pain he knew was coming, she gasped as he sucked at her skin again, rubbing himself against her cunt.

She felt a sharp sting as Steve slowly entered her, she tightly squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on Steve's lips against her neck. 

"I know, I know baby." He mumbled into her skin, feeling her body tense as he pushed inside her. "Relax, you gotta relax." He soothed his thumb over her hip bone, trying to not come at the feeling of her tightening around him.

His jaw tightened finally completely filling her, he let up on her neck, bringing a hand to her cheek to make sure she was okay as he let her get used to the feeling of him inside her. 

Her thighs burned, knees bent as his hips laid between her. She whimpered looking down to see Steve's cock filling her completely, how his patch of hair rubbed against her so perfectly, if he moved he'd hit her clit.

"Please move Steve, it hurts." She threw her head back, aching for him to move. He slowly rutted inside her, keeping himself deep in her cunt, brushing the same spot over and over that her fingers never quite reached. 

Steve didn't care about himself at this moment, all he wanted to do was make her feel good. "Is that good baby?"

Her soft moans and sweet whines mixed with Steve's heavy groans, his hand falling from her cheek to wrap around her neck. She tightened around him at the feeling of the light pressure he applied around her throat. 

Steve kept his eyes on her, watching how her face contorted in pleasure, watching her eyes roll back every time he brushed against her clit. Everything became hazy and all Steve could think about was her sweet moans. 

He continued to thrust himself inside her, slowly and steadily, letting himself feel every part of her against his cock. Steve pressed his forehead to hers and lowered himself onto his forearms, rolling his hips harder as she let out uneven breaths. 

Both of them began to sweat, bodies sticking to each other in the summer heat. It just made everything so much more intense, she felt like her body was burning all over. 

He lifted her leg around his waist, letting himself hit deeper inside her and brush her clit with every thrust. His body tensed at the sound of her soft moans that were turning into cries. 

He didn't look away from her, he couldn't. "That's it baby, I've got you, good girl." His words kept her eyes on him, she wanted to be good for him, hearing him call her a good girl sent all the blood rushing to her head. 

Steve didn't stop as her leg tightened around his waist, as she screamed out his name and clenched hard around his cock, letting herself cum around him so hard her eyes rolled back  

"That's it baby, that's it. Cum around my cock." He gripped the sheets beside her head, coaxing her through her own climax as he reached his. Cumming deeply inside her and pushing himself up until he knew she was full of him. 

His body fell into hers. Breathing heavily against her neck, she ran her hand through his sweaty hair as he kissed her shoulder. She kept her leg tight around him, wanting to keep him close.

"I love you sweet girl." He lifted his head to press a heavy kiss against her lips. She was still trying to catch her breath but she smiled against his lips anyway. 

He brushed his thumb over her lip, feeling her shaking breath against it, she kissed it softly. "I love you too Stevie." 

As You Wish - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: When Eddie isn’t appreciated like he should be, his babysitter feels the need to step in and comfort him.

Note: This was intended to be a short little spicy blurb. Yet here we are. Babysitter!reader just might be my ultimate weakness. Reader is 20, Eddie is early to mid 30s.

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), babysitter!reader, infidelity, language, older!eddie, praise kink, breeding kink, I think that’s it?

Words: 10k

“Ryan, did you finish your homework?”

Small dark eyes peek out at you from behind the curls that fall into his eyes. 

“No.”

Thankfully, this kid is honest to a fault. The day you first catch him in a lie you’ll be afraid he’s turning into his bitch of a mother. 

“And why not?” you ask. 

“I need help,” he says quietly. His voice sounds ashamed, and it etches a crack in your heart. 

“Then you ask.” You sit down next to him at the kitchen table and push his hair out of his eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with asking for help, okay? Everyone needs it sometimes.”

Ryan nods his head and pulls a folder out of his backpack. While he shuffles some papers around, you hear his younger brother on the other side of the couch, making car honking and crashing noises as he plays with his Hot Wheels. 

“Luke, are you hungry?” 

“No!” comes the response in between fake automobile sounds.

Ryan slides a piece of paper in front of you and your eyes glance over it. You’re not surprised it’s his reading homework again. He’s often gotten embarrassed about being behind the other kids in his class. 

“Okay, we got this,” you tell him. “Oh, I know you know this word.” Ryan stares at it, brow pinching in concentration. “Come on, sound it out.”

“D…dif.” Ryan pauses to let out a sigh. “Differ. Differen. Different. Different!” 

“You got it!”

A smile brightens his face as you wrap your arm around his shoulders. He looks so proud of himself, and it warms your heart. 

Luke gets up and walks over to you at the table. Even though you’ve been watching him for over a year now, you’re still shocked at how much Eddie’s youngest son looks exactly like him. He’s a miniature Eddie with blue eyes. Luke rests his head against your shoulder, and you wrap your other arm around his shoulders. 

“What’s up?” you ask Luke.

“Bored.”

“Bored?” you ask. “You were just playing.”

“Now I’m bored,” Luke says. 

The front doorknob turns and both boys’ heads snap in that direction. Luke’s gone from your side before Eddie even has a chance to step one boot inside the threshold. He’s expecting it though and swoops his youngest son up in his arms as he steps inside. 

“Hey, what’s up, rugrat?” Eddie asks. He kicks the door closed behind him and manhandles Luke until he’s holding him upside down.

“Ahh! Daddy! Put me down!”

“You sure? Okay.” Eddie holds him over the couch and drops him on his back onto the soft cushions. He kicks his boots off in the doorway of his bedroom and tugs the hair tie from the back of his head, setting his wild curls free. The dark blue coveralls still adorn his legs, the arms of the jumpsuit tied around his waist, and his plain white t-shirt is smudged with dirty fingerprints. 

“Hi, Dad,” Ryan says, front tooth missing, making his smile even more adorable. 

Eddie presses a kiss to the top of his head as he walks by, pressing one to yours next, shooting you a playful smirk as he walks into the kitchen. He’s only messing around, so why are your cheeks heating up so much?

“How was work?” you ask.

“Same old, same old,” Eddie says. He walks over to the table, popping the cap off a water bottle and chugging down half its contents in one go. The way his Adam’s apple bobs as he drinks catches your attention and you can’t seem to tear your eyes away. When he pulls the bottle away from his mouth, you turn your eyes down to Ryan’s worksheet, so you’re not caught staring.

“How’s work for you?” Eddie asks. 

“Pretty good,” you tell him. “You saved me though because a certain little someone told me he was bored.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns to look at Luke on the couch. 

“Bored? Again? Really?”

Luke shrugs and runs around the couch to launch himself at his dad. Eddie catches him with one arm, not spilling a drop of water from his bottle in the other. It’s hot, really, how effortlessly strong he is. You’d been by the garage he works at twice when your car was acting up, and the way Eddie looked bent over the hood or slid underneath the car had you thinking of ways to sabotage your own vehicle. 

Ryan tugs on your sleeve and points down at his homework again.

“Right,” you say, shifting in your chair to look down at the paper again.

“I can help him with his homework,” Eddie says. You glance up and shoot him a smile.

“It’s no problem. Looks like you’ve got your hands full anyway.”

Luke lets out a war cry as he hangs onto his dad’s arm, little legs kicking dangerously close to Eddie’s crotch.

“Watch the goods,” Eddie warns him. You’re forced to look back down at Ryan’s worksheet and try desperately not to think of said goods. Not like you haven’t thought about them every single day since you met him.

“Enormous!”

“What?” Your head jolts up to look at Ryan, cheeks heating up and eyes wide.

“That’s the next word! I know this one!”

Letting out a deep breath, your eyes see the next word on the page is indeed “enormous.” 

“Very good,” you tell him.

“I know it ‘cause it’s in my favorite book,” the seven-year-old tells you with a proud smile on his face. 

“You’re such a smartie,” you tell him and ruffle his hair. He kicks his legs back and forth under the table and his tongue pokes out of his lips as he looks at the next word on the paper. Both boys have the same habit of sticking out their tongues when they’re concentrating, just like their father. 

Ryan is able to sound out most of the remaining words on the list on his own, only needing your help once or twice. He happily puts his homework away, excited to show his teacher tomorrow how well he did. When he goes off to play in his room, Luke following behind him, you stand up and grab your bag. Eddie’s leaning against the doorway in the kitchen and your eyes catch the clock over his shoulder. Usually, Brittany’s home by now. You must make a face at the thought. Either that or Eddie can read your mind – which you really hope isn’t the case.

“Said she’s working late,” Eddie says. 

“Mm,” you hum. That’s bullshit and you both know it. You don’t trust yourself to say anything about her without insulting his wife to his face, so you keep your mouth shut. 

“What do you want for dinner tomorrow?” Eddie asks.

“Anything as long as you’re not cooking it.” Your teasing smirk has him pushing off the wall and knocking his shoulder into you as he walks past.

“Oh, you’re so funny,” he says dryly as he opens the fridge and grabs a beer.

“Whatever the kids want,” you say, answering his original question. 

Eddie snorts as he opens his beer. He turns back to you and your eyes involuntarily track the bottle up to his lips and the way his throat moves when he drinks. You really have to stop staring at him when all he’s doing is simply taking a drink.

“They’ll eat anything, you know that,” Eddie says once he’s taken a sip. If he noticed the way you were looking at him, he doesn’t let it show. “You’re a pickier eater than they are.”

You scoff and reach out to swat his arm, making him chuckle. 

“I am not,” you say. He raises his eyebrows at you and sets his beer down on the counter. 

“So, should I pick up sushi on the way home from work tomorrow?”

“Oh, come on,” you whine. “That’s like, the one food I don’t like.”

“Uh huh,” he says, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “I’ll leave money for pizza, then.”

“I can afford a pizza, Eddie,” you say. When you’d first met, he’d almost winced when you called him “Mr. Munson.” He’s just been Eddie ever since.

“You’re not paying for a pizza my kids are going to eat most of,” he says. “S’bad enough you’re working outside of your usual schedule.”

“Eddie,” you say, taking a step towards him. “I’m your babysitter. It’s literally my job to watch your kids when you’re not going to be home. My schedule is whenever you need me.”

“It’s a Friday night, you should be going out,” Eddie says with a shrug.

“I could’ve said I was busy, and I couldn’t watch them. But I wasn’t, so I am. Besides, it’s your anniversary.” At this, Eddie gives a quick roll of his eyes which you politely ignore. “I wasn’t going to just bail on you. Besides, I didn’t have a date or plans with friends or anything.” You think you’re imagining the spark of fire in his eyes when you mention a date, but you secretly hope you’re not. 

“Which is ridiculous,” Eddie says. “Don’t understand how you’re not constantly hanging out with friends or dating or stuff.” He shrugs and takes a step closer to you. “You work too hard. At school and work.”

“But I’m passing my classes,” you tell him. What you don’t tell him is that you’ve turned down invitations to hang out with friends, frat parties, and even dates because you’d rather watch Ryan and Luke just to see Eddie for the brief moments before he left and when he got home. You’ve never admitted that to anyone, actually, because you know it’s pretty pathetic to be so enamored with the father of the kids you babysit. 

“Of course you are,” Eddie says. He smiles and reaches out to tug on a lock of your hair. “You’re ridiculously smart. Can be anything you want to be.”

Your wife, you think before mentally smacking yourself. He’s married. And celebrating his anniversary tomorrow. Even if his wife is a cheating, lying bitch.

“I’m working on it,” you say. Speaking of which, you have a paper due tomorrow so you probably should leave. As much as you really don’t want to. “I should head out.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You will.”

Eddie walks you to the front door and you grip the strap of your bag so hard your knuckles are turning white. It’s not fair, this effect he has on you. It’s maddening.

“Get home safe,” Eddie says as he opens the door for you.

“Thanks.” You give him a small smile as you step outside. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

When you step up to the Munson door the next day, you can already hear Brittany screaming at one of the kids somewhere in the house. For as long as you’ve known the family, the kids have never once given you a reason to scream at them, nor have you seen Eddie ever get above slightly raising his voice at them. Before you lift your fist to knock, you let out a loud, long groan, releasing all the tension already in your body since you’re about to be given more.

Brittany answers after a long minute of you waiting. Half of her dirty blonde hair is up in curlers and there’s a mascara wand in her hand. She looks crazed, which isn’t too far off, you think. 

“Oh. Aren’t you early?” No hello, no greeting. 

“Um, I don’t think so. Eddie told me five.”

“Oh.” She walks away from the door, leaving it open behind her, and you know that’s the closest thing to an invitation inside that you’re going to get. Taking advantage of being alone in the entryway, you roll your eyes as you toe off your shoes and close the front door. Luke’s laying on the couch, watching Lady and the Tramp, so you plop down next to him and squeeze his ankle.

“Hey, you,” you say.

“Hi,” Luke says, eyes never leaving the animated dogs on the screen. His five-year-old mind is clearly immersed in the story, so you decide to leave him alone and head into the kitchen. There’s a pizza menu on the table, along with a twenty-dollar bill. You huff a laugh and go to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

“Hey, have you seen my…” Eddie comes around the corner, only in a pair of fitted black pants, and stops short when he sees you. A smile appears on his face as he looks at you though, which only causes your stomach to flutter more than it already was at seeing him shirtless. You refuse to take your eyes off of his because you know you wouldn’t be able to help yourself from gawking at his chest and soaking in every little detail of his pale skin. “You’re not my wife.” Yeah, I fucking know, you think. Don’t remind me. 

“Maybe I could still help,” you say. “Have I seen your what?” Your voice sounds scratchy, so you take a large sip of water, hoping he’d only think you sounded off because you’re thirsty. And you are. In multiple ways. 

“I didn’t hear you come in,” Eddie says. 

Yeah, because the bitch was screaming, you think.

“Brittany let me in.”

“Honestly, you can just walk in whenever you get here,” Eddie says. “You’re family at this point.”

Say I’m like a little sister to you and I will cry.

“I’ll remember that,” you say. “Now, what can’t you find this time?”

He throws you a teasing glare as he walks over to the counter, shuffling through the clutter there.

“I’m looking for a small blue bag. I thought it was in my coat pocket, but I can’t find it.”

“You sure?” You’re admiring his naked back as he searches, eyes trailing down to his ass in the beautifully flattering pants, but your eyes snap back up to his as he turns around.

“Listen, my sunglasses were on my head once when I lost them.” “And your wallet was in your hand that one time you were looking for it,” you tease him.

“Okay, Miss Smartypants,” Eddie says as he walks closer to you. He wraps one arm around your shoulders and digs the fingers of his other hand into your ribs, making you let out a loud squeal as he tickles you. Instinctively, you go to push him away and your hands rest on his bare chest. You swear you can feel physical sparks under your skin as you touch him. 

“Eddie!”

The yell coming from his bedroom has Eddie dropping his head forward and letting out a sigh. Reluctantly – you’d like to think, anyway – he lets go of you and shoots you half a smile as he makes his way down the hall. Your head is filled with a dizzying excitement and the urge to cry all wrapped up in one. Turning to walk back towards the living room, you catch sight of Eddie’s coat draped over a kitchen chair. With a smirk on your face, you walk over to it and slip your hands into the pockets. Unsurprisingly, you pull out a small blue paper bag from the left pocket. 

“You adorable scatterbrain,” you mumble to yourself as you put it back where you found it.

Ryan runs down the hallway and almost bumps into you. He slides to a stop on his socks and grins as he pounces on you. His arms wrap around your middle, and you chuckle as you hug the boy back.

“Missed me, huh?” you ask.

“Yes! And guess what?”

“What?” you ask, pulling back to look at him. His head tilts up to face you, a smile identical to his dad’s beaming up at you.

“I got an A on my spelling test today!” “You did? Oh, I’m so proud of you!” You pull him in for another hug and kiss the top of his head. He chuckles and squirms out of your grip.

“Dad says I get to pick a new book at the store this weekend.”

“That’s amazing, buddy,” you tell him. “I told you you’re a smartie.”

“We gonna get pizza?” Ryan asks, eyes catching the menu on the table.

“We are,” you tell him. “What kind do you want?”

“Sausage,” he says, not to your surprise.

“And Luke will want pepperoni,” you say.

“Wow, you’d think you’ve been here before,” Eddie says as he comes back into the kitchen. If it was possible for a voice to smirk, his would be doing it now. Unfortunately, when he enters this time, he’s in a shirt. It’s a nice shirt, though. It’s a beige color with razor-thin black stripes going vertically down. The sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, showing off your favorite of all his tattoos: the bats. You’ve spent far too much time thinking about those seven inked bats.

“Heard you’re taking a trip to the bookstore this weekend,” you say to Eddie. A proud look comes to his face as his eyes shift to his son. It’ll never cease to make your heart soar, seeing how much he loves his children. 

“Sure are,” Eddie says. “And he gets whatever he wants.”

Ryan’s grin grows and he walks over to his dad who musses his hair before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Oh, I found your missing bag.” A smug smirk comes to your face as you cross your arms over your chest. Eddie’s eyes shoot up to you.

“Where?” he asks.

“Your pocket,” you say through a laugh.

“Are you shitting me?” Ryan shoots his dad a dirty look and Eddie just shrugs apologetically at him. He makes his way over to his coat and lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls the bag out. “I could’ve sworn I checked there. Jesus, you’re a lifesaver.” Eddie opens the bag as Ryan leaves the kitchen, going to join his brother in the living room. There’s a small black velvet box in Eddie’s hand and his eyes flit up to yours. “Want to see?”

“Duh.” 

Inside there’s a diamond necklace with a delicate silver chain. You gasp as your eyes take in the piece of jewelry. It’s gorgeous. Eddie smiles as you lean in to take a better look. The charm is the silver outline of a heart with a diamond right in the middle. It’s the perfect size and you can basically feel how it would rest against your skin. But, of course, it’s not for you. It’s for the woman who’s cheating on him. The thought has you pulling back from the necklace, and you clear your throat.

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him. “She’s going to love it.”

“You think?” Eddie asks as he closes the box.

“How could she not?” you ask, a small, forced smile on your face. How could she not love the necklace? How could she be such a lying bitch all the time? How could she cheat on such a wonderful and gorgeous husband? You’d never understand how her mind works. 

Eddie replaces the gift in his pocket just as Brittany walks into the kitchen, hair and makeup now complete. As awful as she is, you can’t deny that she’s pretty. Her heart-shaped face framed by long wavy hair, and bright blue eyes underneath thick, dark lashes. She’s wearing a dark red dress that hugs her curves and you feel suddenly self-conscious in your jeans and t-shirt. It’s obvious why Eddie would fall for her when they were teenagers, but it’s not as obvious why he’s stayed with her all this time. 

“Ready?” Brittany asks.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie says. He grabs his coat from the chair and shrugs it on his shoulders. 

“Make sure they take a bath,” Brittany says as she snatches her purse up from the counter.

Before you can answer, Eddie steps in.

“Britt, she knows,” Eddie says. You give him a grateful smile. You’re pretty sure that you’ve gotten her kids to take more baths than she ever has. At least they like and listen to you. 

You follow both of them into the living room where Brittany snaps her fingers at her sons to get their attention. It’s like she thinks they’re the dogs they’re watching on the television.

“We’ll be back after you’re asleep.” The boys are hardly paying attention to her. “Listen to her more than you do me.” 

Her. Not even your name. But they’re always great for you, something you’d love to rub in her smug face. 

Eddie actually goes over to give his sons hugs and kisses goodbye, which they both return wholeheartedly. Brittany checks her watch as Eddie gives Luke one more kiss.

“Be good,” he tells them, to which they nod. “Thanks again for watching them.”

You wave him off as you follow them to the front door. Brittany strolls out, heels clacking on the pavement outside as she marches to the car. Eddie gives you one more smile before he digs his keys out of the pocket and follows after his wife. With a sigh, you shut and lock the door behind him. God, what you wouldn’t give to be in Brittany’s place. 

When the pizza’s been ordered and delivered, you and the boys sit on the couch and watch The Muppets. You’re not paying much attention to the show, but Ryan’s question takes you by surprise.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

You almost choke on the piece of cheese that just slid down your throat. A glance at the television screen shows Miss Piggy and Kermit on a romantic date, which makes you realize Ryan’s train of thought.

“Oh, no, I don’t,” you tell him.

“Mom wants you to,” Luke says, eyes never leaving the screen. Your head turns so quickly that you hear your neck crack. 

“What?” you ask.

“We heard Mom and Dad talking,” Ryan says in between bites. “Mom said you should have our Uncle Dustin as your boyfriend.”

“O-Oh?” You shift in your seat, the room suddenly feeling hot. Part of you knows you’ll regret it, but you need to know. “What did Daddy say?”

“He said no,” Luke says matter-of-factly. 

The way your heart soars is ridiculous, and you know that, but you can’t help it. 

“Did they say anything else?” you ask, voice cracking. 

“Daddy told Mom that she shouldn’t start you up with anyone,” Ryan says. Your brow furrows in confusion as you think for a minute.

“You mean ‘set me up?’” you ask.

Ryan shrugs and takes another bite of his pizza. 

“Then Mom yelled at us to go back to our rooms,” Luke says. 

Your head is spinning but you can’t exactly grill the children or ask them what they think this means. All you can do is pretend to watch The Muppets and finish your pizza as your thoughts circle around your mind. 

The boys take their baths with no problem and Luke only asks for one extra bedtime story, which is good for him. Once you’ve checked that they’re both asleep, you pad down the hallway towards the living room. It’s chilly in the house and you rub your hands over your bare arms. An idea strikes you and your head swivels in the direction of the master bedroom. They wouldn’t be home for hours, so what’s the harm of wearing one of Eddie’s hoodies? You slip into the room and aren’t surprised to find it messy. You could count the number of times you’ve been in here on one hand and it was usually trying to find something with the boys.

With them asleep and you having the time, you let your nosey nature take hold of you and look around the room. There’s a television tucked into one corner, balanced precariously on a small end table. The comforter on the bed is a pea green color that you hardly think Eddie would've picked out. Photo frames dot the white walls, most filled with smiling pictures of Ryan and Luke from infancy to the present day. There are only a few photos that have both Eddie and Brittany in them, and hardly any of just the two of them alone. The one exception is their wedding photo hanging on the wall opposite the bed. You smile at younger Eddie looking at the camera. He looks so handsome in his black tux, bowtie looking so foreign around his throat. Brittany looks stunning in her gown and if you didn’t know her, you’d think they make a cute couple. But you sneer at the bride looking at you from the other side of the glass and turn away from the picture. 

A black hoodie rests on top of a pile of clothes next to the bed and you swipe it up. Slipping it over your head, you smile at the warmth and scent of Eddie that fills you. You make your way back to the living room and wrap your arms around yourself as you walk. Grabbing the remote from where it sits on the coffee table, you settle in on the couch. There’s nothing good on as you flip through the channels, so you decide to get up and pop The Princess Bride into the VHS player. 

When it’s a little more than halfway through, you hear keys jingling at the front door and you sit up, watching as the doorknob turns. Eddie walks in, alone, and tosses his keys down on the small hall table near the door. You watch him with a frown on your face as he strips off his coat and hangs it up on the coat rack with a sigh. There’s a dejected look on his face as he kicks his shoes off. He turns to you and gives you a sad smile before coming to sit down next to you.

“What’s wrong? Where’s Brittany?” you ask.

“According to her?” Eddie asks with a disbelieving laugh. “Her sister’s. Probably one of her boyfriends’ places though.”

“One of?” Your eyebrows shoot up and Eddie shrugs.

“I’ve lost count,” he admits. It was never said out loud between you and Eddie, but you both knew the other knew that Brittany was having an affair. Or affairs, apparently. Eddie fishes the small velvet box containing the diamond necklace out of his pants pocket and tosses it on the coffee table. “She, uh, got mad when I gave her the necklace.” 

“Mad?” you ask. “Why the hell would she get mad?”

Eddie rubs a hand over his face and shakes his head. He looks so exhausted; it makes your heart ache for him.

“Apparently the diamond is too small for being married for nine years.”

“What the fuck?”

It just slips out of your mouth, but it makes Eddie laugh. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says with a sigh. “What the fuck?”

“That’s really shitty,” you tell him. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie shrugs and you notice he doesn’t look all that sad. Or surprised. 

“How were the kids?” Eddie asks.

“Angels as always,” you tell him. “They’re good kids.”

“They are,” Eddie says with a fond smile on his face. 

“Because of you.” You nudge your shoulder against his and he smiles wider.

“Thanks – hey. Is that my hoodie?”

“Oh,” you say, looking down at it. “Uh, yeah, sorry. I was cold. Do you want it back?”

“No, no.” Eddie waves you off. “It looks good on you.” 

Your face heats up at his words and he seems to notice. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips and he nudges your shoulder with his own in return. You lick over your lips and don’t give yourself time to contemplate your next words.

“Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

He turns his head to look at you, eyes roaming over your face, trying to see the meaning behind your words. Heart hammering against your ribs, you decide to bite your lower lip; you can either play it as an attempt at sexy or an innocent gesture, depending on Eddie’s response. 

“I always feel better when you’re around.” He speaks softly and it only adds to the intimacy of his words. 

Unable to help the smile that comes to your face, you look down at your lap before looking back at Eddie from underneath your eyelashes. He’s watching you, lips parted, eyes darkening. Heat pools down to your core at the look. You situate yourself so you’re facing him on the couch, one elbow perched on the back of it, arm propping your head up. 

“Can I ask you something personal?” you ask quietly. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, though.”

“You can ask me anything.”

His words send your stomach flip flopping, and you unconsciously lean in towards him.

“If you know she’s cheating on you, why are you still with her?”

Eddie sighs and looks down to his lap. A sad smile is on his face when he looks back up to you. “She’s pretty awful, isn’t she?” He winces as he says it, like it’s the first time he’s admitted it to anyone besides himself. You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place though because she’s still his wife and you don’t want to say anything bad about her. Even if it is all true. When you stay quiet, Eddie shrugs his shoulders and starts to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. “I don’t know. Guess I’m afraid.”

“Of what?” you ask, voice laced in concern.

He leans his head back until it’s resting on the back of the couch, and he runs his hands over his face. 

“Oh, God,” he says. He drops his hands back to his lap and tilts his head to look at you. “I guess there’s this voice inside that keeps saying ‘who else would want me?’”

“That’s not true,” you say without hesitation. You lean forward and bring your hand up to rest on his shoulder. “Don’t say that. Any woman would be lucky to have you.”

“Yeah?” The self-deprecating smile he’s giving you fills you with ire. How dare this woman make Eddie feel like he’s unlovable. That he’s unwanted. You’ve known from the moment you met him that Eddie was special, and this bitch has had him over ten years and is still too blind to see it. 

“Eddie,” you say as you give his shoulder a squeeze. “You’re really fucking awesome.”

He chuckles at that, and the way his eyes crinkle in the corners has your heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings. 

“You’re pretty fucking awesome, too,” he says. 

“You clean up nice, too,” you tell him as you reach for the buttons on his shirt. The two top ones aren’t fastened, so you let your fingers linger on the third, right where a sparse patch of chest hair starts to peek out. It feels like a game of chicken. Both of you wanting to toe over that line between friendly and too intimate for friends, but neither sure how to make that final push. 

“While you look hot in an old sweatshirt,” Eddie says. That was definitely a step over that line, you decide. Face turning pink, you move forward and lift one leg over Eddie’s lap until you’re straddling him. His hands immediately rest on your hips, and you give him a shy smile as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“This okay?” you ask. 

“Very,” Eddie says and pulls you forward by your hips until your chest is up against his. “Shit, I shouldn’t want this.” His beautiful brown eyes are searching your face, taking in every little feature that he finds adorable, that makes you you. “But I have wanted it. For so long.” Your mind is having trouble comprehending that he’s wanted you. Smoke is probably coming out of your ears because he’s short circuited your brain. Realizing you’re just staring at him dumbly, your face flushes.

“Me too,” you admit. Even through the material of all the layers between you, you can feel the hardness your core is resting up against. Giving an experimental rock of your hips over it, you let out a whine. Eddie shudders and his eyes fall closed. How long has it been since Brittany’s made him feel good? Slept with him? Touched him? Even looked at him in a way that would please him? How she’s not constantly on her knees for her husband is incomprehensible to you. 

You trail your hands from his neck to his shoulders, slowly moving them to rest on his chest. Under your right hand his heart is beating so fast and the thought that you’re the one doing this to him feels wild. You lean and press a soft kiss to his cheek. From there, you move up to whisper in his ear.

“I want to make you feel good.” 

Eddie shivers from your words and a soft moan leaves his lips. You trail soft kisses down his jaw, taking your time – it’s agonizingly slow in Eddie’s opinion. Stopping when you’re just shy of his mouth, you pull back and nuzzle the tip of your nose against his. It’s all Eddie needs before he’s cupping your jaw in his large hand and bringing your mouth down against his. The moment your lips touch his, everything feels right. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave five little bruises behind. The kiss starts slow and sweet, but quickly becomes a mess of tongues and breathing into one another’s mouths as you try to taste every part of each other. You slide your hands up to cup Eddie’s neck as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. It causes you to whine and roll your hips down against Eddie’s. 

“Shhh,” Eddie says as he pulls back from your lips. His eyes are blown, his mouth is kissed bruised, breaths are shallow, and you think he’s never looked more beautiful. “Don’t want to wake the boys.” 

You nod and rest your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath. 

“Y-Your room?” you ask shyly. 

“Really?” Eddie asks, seeming surprised. “Are you sure?”

“Eddie,” you say with a laugh. “You think I would’ve climbed on your lap and shoved my tongue down your throat if I didn’t want to?”

That’s all the answer he needs. He stands with you still in his lap, and you let out a muffled squeal as you hide your face in his neck and wrap your legs around his waist. Eddie blindly reaches down and grabs the remote from the coffee table.

“Princess Bride, huh?” Eddie asks and you can hear the teasing in his tone.

“It’s a great movie,” you say. “Now are you going to take me to your room?”

The television clicks off and the remote lands on the couch with a thud.

“As you wish.”

You almost melt on the spot with those words. He carries you down the hall, your lips attached to his neck the entire time. Your tongue glides over a particularly sensitive spot and a moan slips free of Eddie’s mouth as he steps in his room. Kicking the door shut behind him, Eddie takes you over to the bed and lays you down on it. Quickly locking the bedroom door, he’s about to crawl on top of you when you slip out from under him and kneel at his feet on the floor.

“Please?” you ask, bringing your hand up to rub over his clothed erection. “Can I please suck you off?”

“Fuck,” Eddie mumbles as his hands fly to his belt. As he works with that buckle, you pop the button open on his pants and pull down the zipper. You help him shove his pants and boxers down until they’re pooled around his ankles, and you let him use you for balance so he can step out of them entirely. Even semi hard his length is ridiculously impressive. Definitely bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, and you feel yourself getting wetter just from imagining how he’s going to stretch you open. 

“Such a pretty cock.” You don’t even realize you’ve said the words until you see his dick twitch and a whimper comes from above you. Spitting into your hand, you reach forward and wrap your hand around the base and jerk him a few times. When you look up at him you see that his eyes have drifted closed and he’s biting his bottom lip. A bead of precum forms on his slit and you lean forward to lick it off. 

“Shit,” Eddie swears quietly. After a few more kitten licks to the tip, you engulf the whole head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge of his tip. You bob your head a few times, taking him further and further each time you come back. When you have as much of him as you can possibly handle, you keep jerking the rest with your hand and hollow out your cheeks. 

Eddie’s moans are so beautiful that you’re pretty sure you could cum just listening to him. You have to squeeze your thighs together to give yourself some relief as you keep your head moving at a steady pace. Making it your personal mission to get him to hit the back of your throat, you dig your fingers into Eddie’s thighs and pull them in towards you. It works, and Eddie’s chanting your name like a prayer as you gag, tears streaming down your face. You pull off with a pop before dipping down and running your tongue over his balls.

“You’re going to kill me,” Eddie says with a breathy laugh. His cock, covered in your spit, keeps bumping against your face as you mouth at his sack. When your nose bumps into his shaft, you pull off of his balls and run your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. You swirl your tongue around the tip a few more times before you let him fall from your mouth.

“I want you to cum in my mouth. But I want you to cum inside me even more.”

Eddie’s entire chest is flushed, and you grin in satisfaction. He looks too blissed out to speak so you start at his knee and press sweet kisses up his leg. When you get to his hip, you pull back to inspect the artwork there. The tattoo is right in the dip of his hip, below the V that leads to his dick. It’s a crescent moon made from what looks like thorns and twigs. One of the twigs is hanging longer than the rest so that it almost looks like the moon is a sickle and the long branch it’s handle.  You press a few soft kisses against the inked skin before slowly running your tongue over it. 

“Any other surprise tattoos I’m going to find?” you ask with a smirk as you stand up. 

“Only one way to find out.” Eddie grins and pulls you against his body to attach his lips to yours. His grip on you is firm, but never too tight. Like you’re delicate, not fragile. 

Eddie backs you up until the back of your knees hit the bed and you only break the kiss to crawl up towards the pillows. Eddie undoes the button on your jeans, and you lift your hips to help him slide them off. He tosses them to the floor and picks up your ankle in one hand. The open mouth kisses he starts pressing against the skin of your ankle and up your calf has you trembling under his touch. His kisses continue up until he’s kissing the inside of your thigh. When he gives the gentlest of bites to the meat of your leg, he runs his tongue over it to soothe the skin. His nose nudges the edge of your panties, and he looks up at you with his impossibly alluring eyes.

“Wanna taste you so bad, baby. Can I?”

Your hips buck at his words and you’re nodding your head, unable to speak. 

He hooks his fingers on the elastic of your purple cotton panties and slides them down your legs until they’ve joined your jeans on the floor. Before leaning back down between your legs, Eddie undoes the buttons on his shirt and slips it off his shoulders. Standing completely bare in front of you, you’re not sure which is throbbing harder, your heart or your pussy. 

You go to reach for the hem of the hoodie that you’re wearing, but Eddie stops you.

“Wanna lick your pussy while you’re wearing my clothes.”

You’re forced to throw a hand over your mouth to stifle the whine that leaves your lips. How you’re going to survive this without making any noise, you have no idea. 

Eddie situates himself between your legs and a shyness suddenly comes over you and your legs start to close.

“Nuh uh,” Eddie tuts. “Come on, let me see you.”

Face burning, you open your legs back up and are rewarded with the hottest groan you’ve ever heard. “Fuck, baby.” Using his large hands, he spreads your legs a little wider to give him a better view. You whimper as he stares at your sex, feeling vulnerable in a way you’ve never felt before. 

“God, you have such a pretty pussy, baby.” He slides a finger through your folds and you’re already so wet that it makes a schlick sound as he collects your arousal with his hand. “So, so wet. This all for me, baby?”

“You,” you pant out. “All for you. Only for you.”

His thumb finds your clit and your back arches off the bed, hips cantering as you try to hold back a moan.

“Shit baby, I can’t wait to hear those pretty noises you make.”

He can’t wait? Does this mean he wants to do this again? Somewhere where you’re the only two there so you can be as loud as you want? A particularly tight circle over your clit yanks you out of your head and back into your body that’s experiencing nirvana. His head dips down and he runs his tongue flat from your hole up to your sensitive little button. He does it again and his nose catches your clit on the way up, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. 

Eddie’s tongue is long. You’ve noticed it many, many times over the year, and you often wondered just how talented that large muscle was. Now that you’re finding out, you know that no other tongue could ever compete. His tongue goes from flicking over your bundle of nerves to teasing your hole. 

“You taste even better than I imagined,” Eddie says into the crook of your thigh. His words go straight down between your legs. “Fuck, watching your hole flutter is about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It wants you so bad,” you whine. 

Eddie answers your prayer and slips a thick finger inside of you. It’s not nearly enough but you’re too busy focusing on the fact that part of Eddie is inside you. It’s something you’ve thought about almost every night for a year now. 

A second finger slips in beside the first one and you bite your lip as his fingers explore. He crooks his fingers up and you’re seeing stars as he presses into that magical spongy spot inside of you.  

“Close,” you whine out. “N-Need your mouth.”

“Anything for you, princess.” 

If the nickname wasn't enough to have you teetering on the edge, his tongue flicking and sucking your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot every time was doing the trick. 

“Shit, Eddie,” you say as quietly as you can. “I’m – fuck – I’m coming.”

“Come on, baby,” Eddie encourages. “Cum on my tongue.”

Once Eddie feels your walls spasming against his fingers, he quickly replaces them with his tongue so he can lick you through your orgasm. You throw your head to the side, muffling your moans into a pillow next to you. They’re still loud but stifled enough. 

Eddie crawls up your body, the lower half of his face covered in your slick. 

“You taste so fucking perfect, baby,” Eddie says. “Pretty sure I’m addicted now.”

“I’ll give you your fix for as long as you want it,” you say. 

His grin is feral as he leans down and captures your lips with his. Eddie licks into your mouth and you moan into him as you taste yourself. Breaking away for air, he smirks when he sees he’s smeared your slick on your own face. He reaches down and wipes it away with his thumb, the act so soft compared to the tantalizing kiss. 

“Can I take this off now?” you ask, squirming in the hoodie. “I’m hot.”

“Hell yes you are,” Eddie says, hands slipping under the sweatshirt and helping you take it off. Your t-shirt is next, getting tossed somewhere behind Eddie. Left only in your black silky bra, Eddie cups your breast in his hand, making you arch your back up into his touch. Taking advantage of your body coming up off the bed, he reaches around and unhooks your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms. A whine escapes you as his thumb flicks over your nipple. You slip the bra fully off and tangle your fingers in Eddie’s hair as his mouth attaches to the nipple on your other breast, tongue swirling over the hardened bud. 

Eddie’s hips rock against yours, his hard cock rubbing against your folds for friction, catching against your clit with every other thrust. He pulls off your nipple with a pop and trails his hot tongue over your collarbone and up your neck. A shiver runs down your spine as Eddie blows against the wet stripe on your neck, the contrast in temperatures making you tighten your hold in his hair. When you give a little tug, a soft moan slips from Eddie’s lips. 

Hands trail down your sides as Eddie attaches his mouth to the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. You’re sure there’s going to be a mark there tomorrow and the thought fills you with pride. You’ll gladly show off your marked body from Eddie, looking in the mirror every time you need a reminder that this night happened. 

“Need you inside me, Eddie,” you whisper. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” Eddie says against your neck. He reluctantly pulls his mouth from your skin to lean over to his nightstand. You grab his wrist before he can open the drawer though.

“No,” you say. “Want to feel you. All of you.”

Eddie looks down at you, hand coming to cup your face. 

“You sure, sweetheart?”

“M’on the pill,” you say as you nod your head. “Please, Eddie.”

There was nothing Eddie wouldn’t give you, especially when you asked so politely. 

Not sure if this would ever happen again, you wanted to make sure you got the full experience. 

Eddie reaches down and grabs his cock, gathering your slickness as he rubs in between your folds. Your hips are rocking and you’re letting out small breathy whines, driving Eddie absolutely crazy. A gasp escapes your lips as the head of Eddie’s cock presses against your entrance. He swallows the sounds with his mouth, bracing himself on one forearm as he pushes into you. 

Your fingers grip Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging into the soft, warm skin. 

“Shit,” Eddie mumbles against your mouth, letting your delicious wet warmth pull him in. “You’re so fucking tight.” 

“S-So big, Eddie,” you whimper against his cheek. You’re not just blowing smoke either; the thick head of Eddie's cock stretching you in the most pleasurable way you’ve ever experienced. You keep thinking there can’t possibly be more for him to give you, but he just keeps filling you. When he finally bottoms out, you feel like you could burst from how full you feel. 

Eddie presses his forehead against yours as he stills, giving you a moment to adjust. All your whimpering and whining has him twitching inside of you, reveling in the grip of your cunt. 

“Please…please move.” You’re already looking up at him with such a fucked out expression that Eddie isn’t sure he’s going to last long. The only pleasure he’s gotten has been from his own hand for months now, so going from that to your perfect pussy has him feeling like he’s a teenager again. Granted, most of the time he had himself gripped in his fist he was thinking about you, but the real thing is much, much better. 

He pulls his hips back and you moan into Eddie’s shoulder as you feel every little drag of his cock against your walls. You’d never been with anyone like this before; there’s always been a condom before. But this was Eddie and everything you’ve ever wanted. 

Once he’s pulled almost all the way out, Eddie slides back in, hips starting a steady pace. He drops his head down into your neck and groans, the sound making you clench around him. You wrap your legs around Eddie’s hips, clinging to him in every way possible. Every inch of your skin is pressed up against Eddie’s, unable to tell whose sweat is whose. 

“You feel perfect,” Eddie murmurs against your neck. “Such a perfect little pussy.” 

When the head of his cock hits just the right spot, you gasp and dig your fingers in even harder to his shoulders. Your eyes are rolling back in your head as Eddie keeps the same angle, hitting that spot over and over again.

“Fuck, Eddie. Making me feel so good.”

He pulls back to look at your face and your fucked out expression has his hips picking up their pace. Sweat shining on your skin and pieces of hair sticking to your face, Eddie thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful.

“Feels good?” Eddie asks, to which you nod dumbly. He smirks and his hips start to fuck into you faster. “Such a good girl, for me. Pussy taking me so well.”

Looking at him through heavily lidded eyes, your mouth hangs open as he fucks all the thoughts from your head. 

“Wanna be your g-good girl,” you manage to get out.

“Oh, you are,” Eddie says. “My sweet, perfect girl.” He leans down and attaches his lips to your jaw. 

Eddie calling you his girl has you forgetting you’re supposed to be quiet, and a breathy moan escapes you.

“Shhh, baby,” Eddie says. “The boys are sleeping.” You nod and a smirk comes to his face. “You want me to fill you up, sweetheart? Get you all nice and knocked up?”

The way your face crumbles in pleasure has Eddie realizing he’s found another sweet spot of yours.

“Aw, you want my babies, princess? Want me to fuck you full of my cum? Shit baby, you’d look so gorgeous: round stomach, tits full.”

“C-Close, Eddie,” you whisper, voice giving out on you. 

Eddie dips his two fingers into your open mouth, and you instinctively swirl your tongue around them. The sensation has Eddie closer to his peak as well. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and reaches down to rub at your swollen clit. 

Eddie leans in to devour your pulse point, licking and sucking and your forehead drops forward to rest on his shoulder. When you pick your head up, your eyes land on the wedding photo on the opposite wall. Eddie starts to rub your clit faster and you feel the tension in your muscles reaching its height. You let go of Eddie’s shoulder with one hand and raise it up to stick your middle finger up at the bitch watching you from the picture frame. A smug smile comes to your lips as you relax back against the pillow, Eddie’s mouth still moving against your neck. She might have a ring on her finger, but her husband is currently fucking you on their marriage bed on their anniversary. 

“Eddie,” you moan, and hearing his name fall from your lips has his hips stuttering.

“M’close too, baby,” Eddie says. “Cum with me.”

“Uh huh,” you breathe out and Eddie leans in to take your lips with his. His hand increases pressure on your clit and the dam breaks, your orgasm crashing over you like being drowned by a tidal wave. Sparks dot your vision and your pussy clenches around Eddie, sending him over the edge right alongside you. Your cunt milks his cum from him, making sure to get every last drop. 

Eddie’s dizzy as his high comes to an end and he drops down next to you, immediately burying his face in your hair, nose nuzzling against your ear as he attempts to catch his breath. 

“Wow,” you breathe out, making Eddie chuckle.

“Yeah,” he says, pressing a kiss right below your ear. “Wow.”

You’re staring up at the ceiling and Eddie is staring at you. When you close your eyes, Eddie smiles at the way your eyelashes brush against your skin, how your cheeks are rosy from the exertion. You blink your eyes open and turn your head to the side to look at Eddie.

“Hi,” Eddie says, a dopey smile on his lips. It makes you giggle.

“Hi.”

He reaches over and slides his hand along your jaw, pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“Look,” Eddie says as he pulls away from your lips. “What I said about h-having my babies, I…”

“It was hot,” you say with a smile, cutting him off. “I liked it.” The blush on your face gives away just how much you enjoyed it. And I actually want it, you think, but would never say. 

You turn on your side to face him and Eddie scoots closer until his nose is right up against yours. 

“I should feel guilty,” Eddie says after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “But I don’t. I felt guiltier about wanting you all this time than I do about having sex with you.” 

“You’ve wanted me all this time?” It feels like the smile is never going to leave your face. 

“How could I not?” Eddie asks. “You’re pretty fucking amazing.”

A blush blooms on your face and Eddie reaches over to pull you into his arms. Taking full advantage of the opportunity, you wrap your arm around his waist and nuzzle your face into his neck. 

“You’re pretty amazing, too,” you tell him. “That’s why I’ve wanted you all this time.”

“Did you mean what you said before?” Eddie asks in a quiet voice. “About any woman being lucky to have me?”

You frown and pull away to look Eddie in the eye. 

“Yes, Eddie. You deserve so much better than her. Shit, if I were your wife, I’d be waiting to jump on you every time you walked through the door.”

Dread pools in your stomach as you realize what you’ve just said. Eddie only smirks at your blush though, tucking you back into his side.

“I love how you make me feel,” he says softly.

“Daddy?”

The doorknob twists back and forth and you thank God that Eddie had the foresight to lock the door. You – reluctantly – slip out of Eddie’s arms and crawl around on the floor, gathering your items of clothing.

“Where are my jeans?” you whisper to Eddie as he slides a pair of sweatpants up his hips. He shrugs but tosses you the hoodie that he’d stripped from your body before. You hide on the floor on the other side of the best, trying to slip back into your underwear as Eddie opens the door, stepping into the hallway to talk to his son out there.

“What’s up, Luke?” 

“Where’s Mom?”

“Uh, she’s at Aunt Sandy’s.”

You hear Luke ask where you are as you slip on the rest of your clothes, sans the jeans. There’s a pair of Eddie’s pajama pants on the floor that you grab and slide into.

“Oh, I think she’s in the bathroom,” Eddie says to Luke. “What’re you doing up, buddy?”

“Bad dream,” he says, and you don’t need to see him to know he’s pouting.

“Wanna go watch some tv?”

Their footsteps disappear down the hall and you stand up from the other side of the bed. Your eyes are searching the room for your jeans when Ryan steps into the room, rubbing his eyes.

“Whas going on?” he asks with his sleepy voice.

“Oh, hey, Ry,” you say, forcing a smile to your face. “I think Luke just had a bad dream. That’s all.”

He holds his hand out to you and you’re forced to leave the mystery of your jeans behind as you go over to hold his little hand in yours. He tugs you into the living room where Eddie is sitting with Luke on the couch. Ducktales is playing on the television in the dark room, the flickering lights casting shadows on Eddie’s bare chest as he sits with his son. Luke is curled up on a pillow between Eddie and the arm of the couch, already halfway back to sleep. 

You sit down next to Eddie and Ryan sits on your other side. He lays his head in your lap and you card your fingers through his soft curls. Eddie tilts his head to give you a smile and you feel a strange sort of warmth spread through your tummy. The four of you tucked onto the same couch makes you want to cry, and you’re not sure if it’s from longing or happiness that it’s currently happening. 

After a few minutes, the soft snores of both boys can be heard over the low tv, and Eddie presses a kiss to your shoulder. He leans forward and swipes something off the coffee table before you can see what it is. In the light of the television, you see Eddie open the black velvet box that holds the diamond necklace intended for Brittany. His careful fingers remove it from the box, and he tosses that back onto the table. He unhooks the small silver clasp and looks up at you. When you don’t move, he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Gonna leave forward so I can put it on you?”

“What?” you ask, eyes going wide.

“I want you to have this. If you do, that is,” Eddie says. “To be completely honest, I was thinking of you when I bought this.”

At your shocked expression, a bashful look creeps onto Eddie’s face.

“The sales lady asked what I was looking to buy for my favorite girl.”

“That’s…me?” you ask in a breathy voice.

“Who else would it be?” 

His smile is so genuine that you can’t help but lean forward and press your lips against his. Eddie hesitates at first, but at the snores coming from either side of you, he kisses you back. When you pull away, you lean forward, and Eddie drapes the silver chain around your neck. Once it’s secure, you lean back and look down at where the heart rests over Eddie’s black sweatshirt. 

“It’s perfect.”

“It’s yours.”

The look in his eyes as he says it leads you to think he’s talking about more than just the necklace. Your eyes get misty, and you rest your forehead against his.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“I should be thanking you,” Eddie answers just as quietly. He lets his head fall down to your shoulder and you press a kiss into his curls. You turn your attention back to the ducks on the screen, and before you know it, Eddie’s soft snores have joined those of the two boys. 

About an hour after Eddie falls asleep, you hear a key clanging in the front lock. The door opens and Brittany steps in, quietly taking her jacket and heels off. It’s clear she doesn’t know anyone is still up. She turns towards the living room and her eyes widen as she takes in the image of you on the couch, Eddie’s head on your shoulder, and both boys sleeping on the two of you. You let your eyes rake over her, taking in the smeared makeup, disheveled dress, and bra hanging out of her purse. All you can do is chuckle to yourself when she shoots you an icy glare. Let her prove you did something wrong. 

You watch as her eyes take in you wearing Eddie’s pajama pants, his hoodie, and they widen most comically of all when they land on the necklace hanging around your neck. Her nostrils flair and she stomps down the hallway. You can hear her tossing stuff around the master bedroom and when she lets out a mix between a huff and a groan, you know she’s found your jeans.