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Tease
Pairing: Steven Grant x reader (with hints of Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x reader)
Fic Type: Drabble (maybe shorter than that, actually...)
Summary: Sometimes when you two are cuddling, Steven reads you stories from his books about Egypt. This time, though, is different, and you’re not sure exactly how much more of this you can take... Although it seems even just one word is enough to get Steven to do what you want.
A/N: @poeticsorcery and I were talking about a totally different pic when this subject came up, but that gif only added to it.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Language. Not exactly graphic smut, but smut nonetheless. A little praise kink, professor kink? Mutual masturbation is implied. Fluff.
You were pretty damn sure you were just gonna combust at this point. Steven— somehow; you’re like 99% sure he’s taken lessons from Marc and Jake because he’s never like this— is still completely fucking calm.
You’re not even sure what he’s saying. He hovers over you, half laying on you, and caresses your face, but his attention is on the book beside your head about Egyptian mythology. He adjusts his reading glasses and flips a page, seemingly oblivious to what he’s doing to you. Did he fucking practice?
You’re being driven up the goddamn wall. You’re sure he has to know what he’s doing to you. That you’re about to fucking explode from the suspense. He’s not stupid, not even close. He brushes the ghost of a kiss on your forehead as he reads, and you know then that’s fully aware of your predicament.
Your head falls back a bit and you let out a strained whine. Steven freezes, biting his lip as he tries to hide a smirk. The fucking tease. “Something the matter, love?”
Then he stops doing anything at all.
Both of you are fully clothed (though you’re both sweating through them), yes, but Steven had you wear this dress for easier access, your legs wrapped around his hips. It’s pulled up just enough for him to be able to rut into you at that painfully slow pace he’d set, and if it weren’t for that, this would be the most comfortable, loving position you’ve ever laid in with him.
But you desperately wish he’d just actually give up on this idea. Sure, you’d both agreed to snuggle-fucking with a twist, and it’s better than when he wasn’t moving his hips at all, but for all that is good and holy.
He needs to fuck you.
Or you are gonna scream.
But your whine has made him freeze, smirking down at you mischievously. “You alright, love? We need to stop?”
“Fucking hell, no, just—“
“Then are you gonna be quiet so I can read? I’m almost finished.” You’d made a deal, kind of a game of who could last longer. It was your stupid idea, so you’re kicking yourself right now. If you interrupted his reading 3 times before he was done with the chapter, you had to get off yourself and Steven didn’t have to lay a finger on you, just enjoy the show. If he couldn’t take it, vise versa the rules. Once he was done with the chapter— without reading fast, without skipping around, without hesitating for longer than a minute— you guys could go wild. The pent-up frustration and build up should make it mind-blowing.
But why. The fuck. Did you have to suggest it?!
Steven’s having way too much fun with this. He assured you that Marc and Jake aren’t being pervs and watching or listening, but you wonder in terror if Steven would innocently suggest that you try it with them, too. Marc is already a tease. And Jake? Dear god. You’d never survive something like this with Jake if you’re barely handling sweet Steven, whose sole desire is loving, passionate pleasure for both of you. Marc and Jake might drag it out for hours, but Steven will cave sooner and give you what you want.
Usually.
His words make you lift your head and glance at the page. “Really?”
“Yeah. Only a couple of paragraphs left.” He kisses your cheek. “...It’d be a real shame if you buggered out right at the end, wouldn’t it?”
Eep.
Fuck no.
You clamp your jaws shut, determined to see this through. Steven— still smirking— continues to read almost slower than before, picking up the agonizingly gentle rocking of his hips. “That’s it, you can do it. Be a good girl for me, yeah?” Your jerky nod makes him chuckle, which only turns you on more and makes your eyes flutter shut. He taps your cheek with his knuckles. “Uh-uh. Eyes open, darling.”
He thrusts firmly into you a couple of times, face contorted in concentration and licking his lips. Your whole body arches into him when he hits that spot that makes you see stars, and he does it again, wanting this to be as devastating for you as possible. A combination of his actions and his gorgeous self almost has you over the edge right there, and you moan without meaning to. “Right there, love?” When you breathlessly nod, Steven adds, “Think you can pay attention, sweet thing? I might give you a quiz later.”
“What’re you, a professor?” It’s meant to be frustrated. But you kind of say it through your teeth as you stifle a groan when he hits that sweet spot deep inside, and he freezes again, but for an entirely different reason.
“Wha... What’d you call me?”
Oh? What’s this? A golden opportunity to get railed? You let your voice take on a sultry tone as you repeat, innocently (and breathlessly), “Professor?”
Steven hesitates. Then he chucks the book and his glasses away carelessly, messily kissing you as he starts to pull your dress over your head. “Forget the deal,” He all but growls, hooking your legs over his shoulders, “Say that again. Please.”
And so you do, because wow, you’ve never seen Steven so riled up.
The next day, when you literally cannot walk and have to call in from work, you and Steven cuddle on the couch— no, actually cuddling this time. “I’m so sorry, love,” Steven says softly, kissing the top of your head. “I didn’t mean—“
“Steven. If you apologize one more time I’m gonna kick you.”
“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?” He demands, for the five-hundredth time that morning.
“Positive,” You answer, and kiss his lips with a smirk. “I can tell you one thing, though: I’m gonna call you that more often.”
Steven flushed. He’d never gone that dominant with you before, always settling for a nice 50/50 flow with you; it was a new and unexpected side of him, but definitely not unwelcome. It didn’t help his blush that Marc and Jake have spent the whole morning teasing him about the hickeys on your neck, or the light bruises on your hips that he felt bad for.
“Steven,” you chirped, handing him the book you’d reached over to grab. “Read to me?”
He kissed your forehead and took it, pulling you flush against his side. “‘Course, love.”
With a knowing grin, you say, “Is it time for that quiz yet?”
Steven frowns with exaggeration, trying to fight an amused smile. “...I don’t think you were paying attention, darling.”
You nuzzle into his chest. “Maybe I need another lesson, professor.”
Steven’s whole body stiffens. Then he tackles you to the couch, fingers skittering all over the most ticklish spots of your body. “Think that’s funny, you little minx?! Huh?!”
Meanwhile, you’re trying to get out a coherent sentence. “GACK— attacking— a-a vul— EEK— vulnerable— AHHH! Steven!!!”
Steven eventually ceases his assault, pulling you back to his chest to tightly embrace you as you catch your breath. He plants a kiss on top of your head, giving you a squeeze. “I love you,” he whispers.
“Love you too, Steven,” You reply, giving him a peck on the cheek. Steven lets you put his glasses on and adjust them for him, smiling as you push them up the bridge of his nose. Once you’ve straightened them, he presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth before you cuddle close together, allowing him to open the book across your laps and read to you softly.
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𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - Steven Grant
this has been sitting in my drafts for months, but i finally got the motivation to finish it lmao. Happy Thanksgiving for those who celebrate! Gobble gobble bitches🦃
Warnings: mentions of The Blip, implied PTSD, a slight sprinkle of angst, and fluff. that's it, I think
word count | 4.3K🤙🏻
You never took the bus. In all your years of living in London, you had only ridden the bus a handful of times. You usually ride your bike most places, especially to work. Eco friendly, your friend called it, not that you really cared. But it just so happens, that your bike was stolen. So, your hand was forced.
You worked at a bookstore, and you liked it well enough. After being Blipped for five years, your parents decided to give you their store, they were getting old and couldn’t take care of it as much as they could before; plus, they thought it would make you happy and get your mind off being dusted out of existence for so long. And it did, to a certain extent. You were happy surrounded by books, but all the years you missed out on was still nagging at the back of your mind. Your therapist said it would get better with time. But other than the feeling that something horrific could happen at any given moment constantly plaguing your mind, you were content with life; but there was one thing still missing.
You weren’t the best at dating, never had been. Every time you thought you found “the one” or just a genuinely good person, they’d come with a serious hamartia that they were hiding, one that you usually would find out a good couple months into a relationship. But then again, you were also very picky as your parents would say, but you just had standards. You’d think living in such a big city would give you a few good options at least. But alas, you were probably doomed to live the rest of your life in solitude.
You didn’t really notice at first, often stuck in your own little world, but you finally realized that you saw the same man on your bus almost every day on your way to work. It wasn’t that big of a deal, if only he wasn’t so handsome. You never considered yourself to be much of a shallow person, knowing that personality is what really counts, but you couldn’t help yourself to gawk when this man wasn’t looking. Maybe it was his shy and disheveled demeanor that intrigued you, or maybe it was that you were being so utterly vain that his strong jawline and dark brown eyes awakened some primal force within you that drew you to him. But considering how horrid you are at making the first move, you’d never know.
Your silly little crush didn’t go away. It didn’t help that your bookstore was right across the street from the museum he worked at. You felt like a stalker, knowing where he worked and eventually learning his name when he forgot to take his name tag off one night. Steven. It suited him. You thought about visiting the museum once, but that would definitely be stalkerish behavior, but anyone was allowed into museums, right? It wouldn’t be weird if he were to visit your bookshop. Then again, if some dude were staring at you every time you got onto the bus and suddenly paid a visit, you would probably call 999.
Yeah, you decided against it.
It wasn’t until one early morning that forced you to confront this crush. Steven entered the bus with dark circles under his eyes, more pronounced than usual. He looked like he could’ve fallen over any given moment, he looked like he hadn’t slept in ages. You tried not to tense up when he took a seat next to you, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You prayed you could act like a normal human being until the bus ride was over. But then, almost half way to work, he did something you never would’ve expected. He leaned his head on your shoulder.
Your eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. It only took a couple seconds to realize that he didn’t do it on purpose, poor thing fell asleep and his head naturally lolled to the side, where your shoulder just so happened to be. You had no idea what to do. Do you wake him up? He’s just a stranger, this is weird and he definitely should not be doing this. But he looked so peaceful, and he did look like he had gotten absolutely no sleep. But would he think it would be weird if he knew you just let him sleep on you? You hoped no one else could see how panicked you looked.
You felt your face heat up as you ultimately decided to let the exhausted man remain situated against your shoulder, the bus ride was almost over anyway. You felt your nails dig into your palms, trying to focus on anything but the warm feeling that radiated throughout your body. As the bus rolled to a stop, you gently nudged the sleeping man until he sat straight up with wide eyes, clearly disoriented. He looked at you in confusion before uttering a quick apology before he made his quick escape from the awkward situation. You didn’t blame him, but you did feel a little embarrassed yourself, even though you probably had no reason to be.
You thought about that bus ride all day, your brain fogged over and distracted from your work, the bells that sounded off any time someone would enter the store being the only reality check that would snap you back from your racing mind. A part of you just wanted to buy another bike, never take the bus ever again, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to afford it, not now at least. Maybe you could just walk all the miles back to your flat…in the dark…without the proper means to protect yourself…yeah, awkward situations were more appealing than the threat of getting jumped in an alleyway.
You hoped Steven wouldn’t be on the nightly bus ride home like he usually was, only occasionally he would work late, but that just wasn’t in the works for you. How lucky. Apparently it was a busy night, people coming and going, it was a Friday to be fair. But there were no empty seats as he boarded the bus, being the last person, only one was empty, one next to you. You felt like a regular old Mary Sue. And you could tell by his expression that he was panicked, clearly not forgetting what happened that morning.
You wore a tight lipped smile as he walked towards you, the bus suddenly moving jolting him a bit forwards with a stumble, but he quickly tried to brush it off with suave. “Uh, is this seat taken?” The man asked timidly, his hand slightly shaking as he pointed to the spot next to you.
Obviously not. “No, go ahead.” You smiled, more genuinely that time, feeling that familiar heat rise up to your face as he settled next to you.
“Cheers.” He nervously smiled back, hugging his satchel close to his chest.
You couldn’t help but smirk as you noticed his eyes already started to droop shut, the man wearing exhaustion like it was second nature. It also made you a little sad. “Hope you get some sleep tonight, maybe you won’t fall asleep on me again in the morning.” You chuckled, not being able to resist teasing him slightly.
“Oh, goodness.” The man cringed at himself, turning to face you with a guilty expression. “I’m so sorry about that, miss. I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay!” You cut him off with a giggle. “You don’t have to apologize, I get it. I’m not a morning person either. Sorry if me not waking you up right away was weird, I just didn’t have the heart to when you looked so tired.” If you weren’t blushing already, you most certainly were now.
“Ah, it’s not weird. I appreciate it actually. Your shoulder was very comfortable.”
“Jeez, how awful is your bed if you think this boney shoulder is anywhere close to being comfortable?” You laughed softly, a shy smile stretching across his face. “I’m Y/n, by the way. Thought you should know considering I already know yours.” You gently flicked the name tag that was still pinned to his jacket. “Nice to meet you, Steven.”
The next morning you were greeted with Steven’s smiling face, that nervousness behind it making it more endearing. You didn’t hesitate to take a seat next to him, feeling more confident now that you’ve actually had a conversation with the man. So far, he seemed sweet, shy but sweet. He definitely seemed worth your interest, you wanted to get to know him. Hopefully he felt the same.
“A gift shop-ist? I don’t think that’s a word.” You chuckled. “Why not just a salesperson?”
Steven shrugged. “Doesn’t sound that much more appealing, now, does it? Well, what do you do? Where do you work?”
“I own the bookstore right across the street from the museum. So, I guess that makes me a bookstore-ist.” You giggled at your own joke, Steven letting out a small amused snort making you feel better about it.
“Oh, a bookworm, are you?”
“Yeah, I guess. I’ve always liked reading. The store was my parents, but they passed the baton over to me. I like it.”
“Huh, I’ll have to check it out sometime.”
“And I’ll have to check out the museum. Don’t know much about Egyptian history, but maybe you’ll be my tour guide?”
“If my boss doesn’t get on my arse about it. Well, eh, it doesn't matter. I’ll be happy to take time out of my super busy schedule to teach you all about all the pharaohs and gods and anything else that won’t bore you to death.” He grinned.
“Well, with you teaching me I’m sure I’ll never get bored.” You were thankful the bus finally arrived, the somewhat intense eye contact the two of you shared was getting a bit much for you to handle. “Well, see you later!” You waved as you started to walk to your workplace, Steven replying with a cute little “laters gators.”
It didn’t take too long before you and Steven got close, well, you thought so anyway. The two of you would always sit or stand next to each other on the bus each morning and night. Sometimes, you’d even visit each other’s place of work. You learned each other’s coffee orders, so you’d sometimes surprise each other with coffee. The first time you did it, Steven wore the cutest flustered expression on his face. So far, you two were friendly. Just friendly. You knew you wanted more, you just didn’t know if he felt the same, or even how to bring it up. You’d been out of the game for so long you didn’t even think you remembered how to kiss a person. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself or get rejected, you didn’t know if you could handle that.
Talking to your sibling about it, they just told you to get over the stupid fear and just ask the man out. Of course, it was easy for them to say, they were more outgoing and fearless. For once, you wish you could’ve turned off your introvertedness and anxiety. You got good vibes from Steven, he seemed perfect. Too perfect. And your track record showed that perfect meant they were less than perfect. You were a bit of a pessimist, you hated that about yourself, but it’s probably what had saved you from one too many toxic relationships. On the surface, Steven looked like he’d never even hurt a fly. You wondered what was underneath that timid exterior. But maybe there wasn’t, only time would tell.
It was a cold dreary morning when your feelings started to spiral out of control. You seemed to wake up on the wrong side of the bed, feeling sour for no particular reason. Just one of those days, you supposed. You had trouble hiding your mood on your face, Steven seemed to notice it immediately as soon as you boarded the bus. He had asked you what was the matter, but you just brushed him off by saying the weather dampened your spirit. Later, he had brought you a hot cup of coffee on his break, saying that days like these needed some warmth, which in turn made you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. You encouraged him to look around, knowing that he enjoyed reading as well. It was hard to concentrate on working when he was walking about with an awestruck expression, gently running his fingers over the spines of the various books that lined the shelves. “Do you have any books about Egypt?” Steven called out from across the room.
“Yeah, some. On aisle 6, along with other history books.” You pointed out, smiling to yourself as Steven walked to the designated aisle with a skip in his step. He asked about a specific author, wondering if their new book was in stock, clearly anxious to read it. “No, sorry.” You frowned sympathetically after looking it up in inventory. “I can see if it’s available somewhere else?”
Steven shook his head. “That’s alright. Wouldn’t expect it to be anywhere, the author isn't very well known and there's probably not many copies out there. But thanks for looking.”
And that’s when you got the idea. You weren’t good with words, but you loved buying people gifts. When the holidays rolled around, you were an expert at gift giving, you pride yourself on it. Maybe you could express your feelings by buying him this book he wanted so much. It was a bit pricey, being scarce and all, but you could afford it and you wanted to see the smile on Steven’s face, if just for a moment. Before you could think about it any longer, you clicked the purchase button.
And oh man, was it a long anxious wait for the book to arrive. You had to order it from a different country, so obviously it was going to take a while. But you were impatient, and you counted the seconds until you heard the sweet shrill sound of your doorbell ringing, excitement bubbling up in your chest as you opened the door to find the package exactly where you expected to find it. You hoped Steven would be as happy as you were, and you didn’t even want the book for yourself.
You were disappointed when you didn’t see Steven on the bus the next morning. He probably just slept in again. You were so anxious to give the book to him, but then you didn’t see him all day, which was unusual. He usually paid you a visit at least once on his break. Then another day went by…then another. A whole week passed and you started to get worried. He wouldn’t answer your texts or calls, you even went to his work to ask for him but he hadn’t been in. You never pegged him as someone who would just up and disappear. But then again, how could you know that? You were practically just coffee buddies. Guess you got the book for nothing…
It was another week before Steven started showing up again, but you made a point not to even make eye contact with him, not even when he greeted you warmly as he sat next to you like nothing ever happened. From the corner of your eye, you could see his downcast and confused expression and you almost took pity on him. Almost. You probably should’ve seen it coming, there was always some fatal flaw about most people, your blinding crush on Steven made you forget. It was probably for the best, you only would’ve gotten hurt. Terrible timing though, you were at a point where you really needed a friend to talk to.
That constant feeling that something bad was going to happen at any given moment was proved correct. Thankfully, it wasn’t half the universe getting blipped out of existence, but it was almost just as mysterious and frightening. One night, the sky completely changed. It looked like a Van Goph painting, but instead of it making you feel a sense of peace and comfort like viewing the painting normally did, it terrified you. Seeing the sky warp out of focus, it brought on some severe panic attacks. What did this mean? What was happening and what consequences would it have on the world? It plagued your mind. But even after getting Blipped, you never really talked about it with anyone, not even your family. You just kept all these feelings bottled inside, not wanting to burden anyone with your problems. With every new supernatural phenomena, you felt all these feelings begging to come to the surface. You couldn’t have that, you had responsibilities. But with Steven...he seemed like the type of person that you could actually talk to, if it weren’t for him ghosting you. You’d just have to keep it all inside a bit longer.
Stepping off the bus without a word to Steven made you feel hollow, cold without the coffee he usually would bring you as you both make jokes and bitched about the morning weather typically being foggy and/or rainy. It was one of those mornings, and it just made you feel worse. It was also a slow day, barely anyone coming into your store which was unusual, especially on a rainy day. You felt sluggish, not interacting with anyone made you feel like a lifeless zombie. You just wanted a customer, just one. But as soon as Steven walked in, you immediately regretted that sentiment.
You could instantly sense Steven’s nervousness as he walked up to your counter, hands fidgeting with one another and keeping his gaze fixed anywhere but you. “Hiya.” He spoke softly, an unconvincing smile on his lips.
“How can I help you today, sir?” Your bluntness made him blink in shock, obviously not expecting you to be so cold. You were being petty and you hated it, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was an annoying habit to be passive aggressive, and seeing the deepening frown on Steven’s face just made you feel worse.
He sighed. “Look, I-” He stuttered, “I know you’re probably wondering why I disappeared. And I know you might be upset-”
“Might?” You scoffed, biting your lip, trying not to let your emotions get the better of you. “We talked every day, Steven. And then all of a sudden, you’re gone. Without a word or reason why. So, yeah, sorry if I can’t help being a bit upset.” You chuckled bitterly, sighing sadly when you saw him shrinking away from your words. “And…I was worried. I thought that, I guess that I’d never see you again.”
“You were really worried? About me?”
“I mean, yeah. You’re, like, my only friend.” You blushed.
“Oh, wow, really?” He chuckled in disbelief.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just…man, you could do so much better than me. I’m just this ball of anxiety. I don’t know how being friends with someone like me could be very nice.”
You frowned, saddened by his lack of self confidence. “Come on, Steven. Don’t be so hard on yourself. But you did seriously worry me. Where did you go? What even happened?” Steven looked up at you with wide eyes, fidgeting with the ends of his jacket. He looked like he was having a conversation with himself, his gaze becoming blank and unfocused, then looking back at you like he had forgotten you were even standing there. It didn’t make you hopeful that you were going to get an answer, and the realization made you deflate with a sigh. “You’re not gonna tell me.” You stated.
Steven gave you a sympathetic frown, his eyes already pleading for forgiveness without having to say anything. “I would, truly, I would. But I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s…complicated.”
You shook your head, trying to ignore your throat tightening and your already stinging eyes. You wore a tight lipped smile, taking a deep breath and meeting his gaze once more. “You don’t have to apologize. You don’t owe me anything, it’s not like you’re my boyfriend or anything.” You chuckled bitterly, quietly excusing yourself to the bathroom before Steven had a chance to say anything else.
You hated crying, for any reason; and you especially didn’t like crying because of someone else, it wasn’t worth it. But you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as soon as you closed and locked the door to the store’s bathroom. You covered your mouth to muffle the inevitably whimpers and squeaks that escaped your lips. You prayed that Steven couldn’t hear you, if he was even still in the store. Probably not, you felt like you must’ve scared him off. But to your surprise, you froze in place when you saw him still at your register. You quickly noticed the item in his hands and your heart felt like it was going to implode.
Neatly wrapped in Egyptian themed wrapping paper, a sandy white texture decorated with gold hieroglyphics with a simple post-it note on top that read ‘Steven’, the book that you went through hell to get for the man but never ended up giving to him. A desperate attempt to get him to realize your growing feelings for him. The gesture felt silly now, you certainly felt silly as Steven looked at you expectantly. “Sorry, it’s just…it had my name on it.” He explained with a slight stutter. You cursed yourself for not just leaving it at home where it would be safe from prying eyes. Maybe you should’ve chosen a more subtle paper so that it wouldn’t stand out as much as the gold. “I didn’t want to open it without your permission.” Ever the gentleman, huh?
Despite not being in the friendliest mood and still recovering from your quick cry in the bathroom, you shrugged and motioned for him to go ahead and open it. If only he hadn’t found it, then you could’ve just given it away or something and never have to think about it again. That would’ve been easier.
You waited with bated breath as Steven gently unwrapped the gift, careful not to tear the paper too much, as if it cost more than seven pounds. You almost didn’t want to look at him as the actual book started to peek through, the title flashing in white bold font smack dab in the center of the cover. It was only when the wrapping paper was completely off did you steal a glance at Steven’s face.
Your heart pounded as Steven's face immediately lit up with pure happiness, a wide grin spreading across his face and his bright eyes glancing back and forth between you and the book. "It's the book I wanted..." He said in disbelief. "You...bought this for me?" He stuttered.
You shrugged. "Yeah, who else would it be for? There's no one else I know obsessed with Egyptian history."
"You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to."
There was a deafening silence for a moment where Steven just looked at you with an expression you could only describe as awe, like you just hung the moon and stars and how lucky he must've been to be in your presence. But of course, your insecurities told you that wasn't the case, it would never be that case.
"Thank you..." He whispered, so softly you had to strain to hear it. "This means a lot to me, really. I'll pay you back."
"No." You said immediately. "No, Steven. It was a gift. I didn't get this for you and expected anything in return."
Steven sighed, placing the book down gently on the counter, taking a step closer to you. "Look, I-...I'm not good at not being my awkward self, especially in front of such a beautiful person. I never wanted you to be angry with me. I have a lot of secrets, and I know that doesn't sound like the type of person you'd want to spend your time with. But if you let me...I'd love to take you out. And maybe we could get close enough where I can tell you all those secrets. But I understand if you never wanna talk to me again..."
You were blushing fiercely, your cheeks heating up you could practically feel your blood boiling just beneath your skin. You never expected Steven to be so bold, even though it didn't exactly sound that bold with his stuttering and slight waver in his voice. But it flustered you all the same. You rarely ever met someone and wanted to know all their secrets, but he made it sound so alluring. Tantalizing, like learning more and more about him was some incredible journey you had the opportunity to venture on. Him disappearing for a while and not telling you why was one thing, but you could sense another red flag in that speech of his somewhere. But the way he was looking at you, his pleading eyes, those big brown enchanting eyes that you wanted to get lost in. You didn't have the heart to say anything but yes.
"You really want to go out with me?" You voiced almost breathlessly.
Steven smiled wide. "Of course I do, darling. Since the first time we had a conversation, you made me feel like I could have something in my life other than chaos. You made...you make me feel at peace."
You chuckled bashfully, practically putty in his hands already. "How chaotic could the life of a gift shop-ist be?"
"Go out on a date with me and I'll tell you. What do you say?"
"Yes." You smiled. "I say yes."
jeez, finally took a break from posting only smut lmao. i miss steven, my baby boy🥺