Warnings: sneaking around kink, protected sex, rough sex, public sex, single-mom, teen pregnancy, language
I sat in the stands, my eyes on the coach. My son and I moved to Hawkins for a new start the summer before he started his junior year of high school. We were well aware of what happened here about 10 years ago, but things were back to normal.
During our first week, my son met some of our neighbors' kids and immediately hit it off with them. He ended up spending the night with a few of them and playing basketball. While he did that, I needed to blow off some steam. After a whole week of moving, cleaning, and setting up our new house, I decided to go to a bar on Saturday night. Usually, when I go to a bar, I drink alone at the counter. That night, I met someone.
I started talking and flirting with a gorgeous guy my age named Steve Harrington. Four drinks later, we were making out in the bathroom. We were interrupted so we finished in his car. Before I left, he asked me for his number.
We spent the next week flirt-texting each other. When I texted the guy from the bar, I felt like a teenager again. That weekend, he practically begged to see me again. Not that I minded. I was dying to see him again.
Things went like that for a month - flirting all week followed by a heavy weekend where we fulfilled everything we promised while sexting. After that month, Steve told me he wanted more than just a hook-up.
I told him about Johnny and my concerns about dating a guy and he was completely understanding. We started dating but kept it "lowkey". I use quotes because nothing was lowkey about what we did when we were together. We just didn't tell anyone.
When the school year started, Johnny joined the basketball team. He came home talking about his awesomely funny coach, Coach Harrington. I was stunned. The guy I've been sleeping with all summer was now coaching my son's basketball team.
I freaked out to him, but he instantly reassured me. He said that we could keep dating without anyone, especially Johnny, finding out. I wasn't sure at first, but after the first game, I realized one very special thing - sneaking around was incredibly hot.
As the team ran into the locker room, I walked over to the sidelines. I waited until he passed me before moaning, "Good game, Coach."
"Fuck," he moaned as he froze. He looked over and bit his bottom lip as he scanned my body. "I want nothing more than to take you under these bleachers and ravish you until they call the cops because of all the screaming."
"Calm down, hot stuff," I smirked. "Can't have one of your players see their coach fucking one of their moms."
The butterflies in my stomach went crazy because of the way he was looking at me. He chewed on his bottom lip and scanned my body. He took a step closer to me, no longer caring about anyone seeing us.
"There's something I need to show you in the back of my car," he said, his voice low and dark.
"You know," I paused, "Johnny did drive himself."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the side door. I had to jog to keep up with him as he led me through the empty employee parking lot. He unlocked his car and I climbed in. I laid on my back as he crawled in.
I couldn't help but giggle as he closed the door behind him. Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to me. Steve smirked before crashing his lips onto mine.
We let out moans as we undressed each other. I caused Steve to groan as I tore off his polo. He kept himself as close to me as possible and pulled my shirt over my head. He glanced over my chest and moaned.
He didn't go back to kissing me. Instead, he tore my skirt down to my knees. I smirked as he sat up, letting me kick it the rest of the way off. Without breaking eye contact, Steve yanked my underwear down. As he took off his pants and boxers, I reached into the pouch behind the front seat and pulled out our hidden supply of condoms.
Steve sat back and waited for me to put it on him. He loved it when I put the condom on him. He leaned his head back, moaning as I slipped it on. The second I was done, Steve crashed his lips to mine. I ran my fingers through his hair as our bodies rubbed against each other.
I arched my back as Steve roughly pushed into me. He broke the kiss and smirked when he saw my face all scrunched from the pressure.
"Oh, Steve," I moaned. He cut me off by leaning down and smashing his face between my breasts. I let out a girlish giggle as he slipped his tongue under my bra.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. I gasped when he pulled out of me and sat up, quickly bringing me with him. Steve grabbed me and roughly brought me onto his lap. He guided my hips until he was making me ride him.
"Holy shit, baby," I moaned as I arched my back.
"Why does it feel like it's been forever since we. . ." He cut himself off when I brought my hips down rougher.
Our orgasms built the longer I was on top of him. He pressed his hands to my shoulder blades as he brought my chest to his face. I moaned as he did what I loved - licked me.
"Baby," he growled. I gasped when he laid us down without pulling out of me. He took back control instantly. The longer he had control, the closer we got to finishing. Until my phone started ringing.
"Shit," I gasped. "That's Johnny's ring."
Steve sighed and pulled out of me but didn't pull away from my breast as I answered my phone.
"Hey, sweetie," I greeted, trying to sound normal.
"Hey, Mom," Johnny said. I almost didn't hear him because I was focused on Steve paying extra attention to my chest. "I'm heading over to Mike's house. I just wanted to call you since I didn't see you after the game."
"Sorry," I said, forcing myself to look away from the veins sticking out of Steve's neck as he chewed on the skin peeking out from under my bra. "I needed to run a few errands while I'm out."
"Okay," he said simply. "Well, I'm heading to Mike's."
"Thanks for letting me know, baby. Have fun with Mike and make sure you're home before tomorrow night. Your grandparents want to take us to dinner."
"Will do. Love you."
"Love you too."
I hung up the phone and looked at Steve. "Good news," I smirked.
He hummed as he slowly pulled away from my chest. I moaned as he started rubbing his chest against mine.
"What's the news, baby girl?" He asked under his breath as he started kissing my neck.
"Johnny is spending the night at Mike's house," I said shakily.
"Which means you're going to be all alone," he grunted.
"Mmhmm. Care to accompany me?"
Steve crashed his lips down roughly onto mine. I instantly slipped my tongue into his mouth, exploring as much as I could. He bit my lip and sucked on it before slowly breaking the kiss.
"Can't leave a gorgeous woman like you home all alone."
* * * * *
The second I opened the door, Steve spun me around and pulled me into his chest. We backed into the house, never pulling out of the kiss as we made our way inside. We didn't stop until Steve pushed me up against the handrail that led up the stairs.
With a grunt, Steve broke the kiss and picked me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist. As he carried me to my room, I turned my attention to his neck. He moaned as I chewed on his veins that always poked out when he got turned on.
I smirked when Steve roughly dropped me onto the bed. I chewed on my bottom lip as he instantly climbed on top of me. Steve started chewing on my neck, switching between kissing and licking, as he started grinding his body down onto mine.
In minutes, our clothes were scattered around the room. We tucked under my covers as we wrapped up the foreplay and got into things. Something felt oddly familiar as we switched from him being on top to me being on top. That, of course, didn't last long though. Steve hated not being in control. He could only handle it for so long. And I loved it when he took control.
I gasped as he quickly rolled us over so he was on top again. Steve roughly pushed into me, both of us moaning.
"Fuck, Steve," I moaned. "I love it when you get rough, baby."
"Holy shit, sexy," Steve moaned as he pushed further into me. "This is exactly what I needed."
There it was again - that feeling of familiarity.
I pushed it aside as I focused on moaning his name and doing the other things he liked in bed to help keep him going.
"Give in, baby girl," he groaned through his teeth. "I know you want to."
"Sounds to me like you're the one who wants to. . ." Steve made me choke on my words when he leaned down and wrapped his mouth around my nipple.
"Fuck, Steve," I moaned as I arched my back, pushing my chest further against his face. I felt him smirk as he started to suck on me.
"Moan for me," he growled against my breast.
"Oh, Steve!" I repeated his name as he pushed further and rougher into me. "Keep going, Steve."
"Perfect, baby," he growled. "Do it again."
"Oh, Steve!"
We let out matching moans as we both gave in. Steve leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips before gently pulling out of me and lying next to me. Steve slid his hand under my body and pulled me into his side. I smiled as he fixed the blanket around us. I fell asleep to Steve gently rubbing my bare back.
The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining through the small crack in my curtains. The second I was awake, that familiar feeling came back. I tried to push it away, but it kept bugging me.
For some reason, something about our hook-up last night brought back some memories. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve asleep next to me. I carefully got out of my bed and searched for my clothes. I was slipping on my underwear when all of a sudden, it hit me.
De jà vü.
I quickly got dressed and spent the rest of the morning doing random chores around the house. I was loading the dishwasher when I felt him wrap his arms around my waist. I bit my lip when he started sucking on my neck.
"Last night was fun," he moaned against my shoulder. All I could do was moan in response. "But I'm kinda mad at you."
"Why?" I whispered. Steve grabbed my waist and slowly spun me toward him. We were suddenly in an intense staring contest as he grabbed my thigh and wrapped my leg around his waist.
"I'm mad," he groaned, "because I hate waking up alone."
"Sorry," I gasped as he started nibbling on my ear. "I was. . . I woke up and. . . Fuck."
Steve laughed as he picked me up and carried me to the couch. We spent the rest of the morning in a heavy make-out session. He slid his hand under my shirt and started massaging my breast as our tongues danced.
"Steve," I moaned into his mouth. "Baby."
"What?" He pouted as he broke the kiss.
"Johnny will be home soon," I said, out of breath. The lust in Steve's eyes slowly went away. He reached down and moved some hair out of my face.
"You're right," he whispered. "I should get going."
Steve hesitated before finally climbing off of me. He grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. Without letting go of my hand, Steve walked to the front door. He turned around and pulled me into his chest. I smiled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we got into the kiss. Steve finally broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.
"I'll call you later," he whispered.
"Not tonight," I said out of breath. "My parents are taking me and Johnny to dinner."
"Okay," he smiled. "What about tomorrow?"
"Johnny and a couple of other boys from the team are going to see that new movie," I smirked.
"That gives us two hours."
"Three, actually."
"Three hours?" He asked.
"They're going to get burgers before the movie."
"Perfect," Steve smirked as he pulled me in closer. "Three hours of privacy for us to do naughty things."
"Naughty things?" I chuckled.
"Adult things," he changed.
"Adult things," I repeated as I struggled not to laugh. "I know you spend your days talking to teenagers, but angsty Harrington isn't really sexy."
"Fine."
I gasped when Steve pushed me up against the door and started kissing my chest. I leaned my head back against the door as he used his tongue.
"Steve," I stuttered. He licked up my chest, across my collarbone, and up my neck.
"Three hours for us to fool around, make out, massage each other," he listed off, "and my personal favorite; fuck."
* * * * *
As much as I tried to resist it, I couldn't. I had to talk to him about this. It was too big.
With it being Monday, I knew that Steve didn't have practice. He wanted his players to start the week off without having practice to distract them from school. I also knew that Johnny went to his lab partner's house after school on Mondays to get a headstart on their weekly chem packet.
I got to the high school right as the bell rang. I didn't bother to wait for the students to clear out. I got out of my car and headed to his office. When I got there, I stopped.
How would he react to this?
It could go really well, but it could also go horribly wrong and I could lose the one person who has made me happier than I've been in years.
"Y/N? Is everything okay? Where's Johnny?"
"He's fine," I stuttered a little taken aback by the panic in Steve's voice. "He doesn't know I'm here."
"Oh?" Steve asked as he stood up. "Then what are you doing here?"
"I need to tell you something," I said under my breath as I stood in his office doorway.
Steve quickly walked over and closed the gap between us. He grabbed my hands, pulling me more into his office, and shutting the door. "What is it, baby?"
"I figured something out."
Steve locked his office door before pulling me over so we were sitting on the couch. "What did you figure out?"
I looked up at him, unable to approach the topic. "I was thinking about the night I got pregnant with Johnny," I started.
"Okay," he said, reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "What about that night?"
"It was a Halloween party," I explained. "I was drunk and so was Johnny's dad. It turns out. . . He had gotten into a pretty bad fight with his girlfriend that night. So bad they broke up."
My heart beat against my chest as I waited to see if he was figuring it out.
"What umm. . . What costume was he wearing?"
Yep, he was figuring it out. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
"Joel Goodson from Risky Business."
"Oh," he whispered. I bit my lip, trying to stop the tears as Steve focused on something on the other side of his office.
"You're Johnny's dad, Steve," I said, my voice breaking, "I just want to say that you don't have to get involved. In fact, the only reason I'm telling you is because I figured you had the right to know. But, again, I don't expect you to get involved. If you need some time then take it. Call me when you're ready to talk."
I started to get up, but Steve pulled me back. The second I was sitting, he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as he pushed me back, instantly hovering over me. Our lips and bodies began our usual routine of pleasing each other.
Steve broke the kiss before things could get too heated. He leaned back but stayed close to me.
"I'm glad you told me," he whispered. "I know there are a lot of logistics to figure out, but there is one thing I can say right now to help relieve some of your stress."
"What?" I asked with my stomach basically in my throat.
"I want to be involved."
"You do?" I stuttered, my voice breaking. Steve smiled at me as he moved some hair out of my face.
"Of course I do, baby," he whispered. I let out a small moan as Steve kissed me again.
"There's one more thing," I said, stopping things before they could get started.
"What is it, baby girl?"
"Johnny deserves to know who his father is. All his life, I've said that I didn't know who it was, that it was a one-night stand. But now that I know, now that you know, and now that we're together, he deserves to be involved. I mean. . . We're a family, Steve. I want us to be one. At least, I want us to try."
Steve leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to mine. When he broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead to mine.
"I want us to be one too," he whispered. He smiled as he added with a small chuckle, "He's my son. Johnny is my son. Of course I want to be involved, Y/N. You've done an amazing job but you shouldn't have to do this on your own. Whenever you're ready to tell him about us and me being his father, I will be there."
* * * * *
After a lot of discussion and debate with Steve, we figured that Johnny was old enough to handle his mom sleeping with his coach. He definitely deserved to know that his coach was actually his father. We just needed to be gentle about how we told him. I decided that it was probably best for me to tell him alone. Steve didn't fight me on it. He told me to call him and let him know how it goes.
After a lot more debating with myself, I decided to tell him at dinner. I was going to start by telling him about me and Steve secretly dating. Depending on how he responded to that, then I'd tell him what I figured out about Steve.
"Hey, Mom?" Johnny called from the other room. "What's for dinner?"
I looked up when he walked into the family room. "Actually," I cleared my throat, "I was thinking we'd go out for dinner."
"What?" Johnny laughed. "We never go out unless it's a birthday or something. Are we celebrating something?" I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself. "Mom? Is something wrong?"
"No," I said clearing my throat. I let out a small laugh when my son looked at me like he knew there was something I wasn't telling him. "Alright," I sighed, giving in. "There is something I need to talk to you about. It's nothing bad. We just need to talk about it."
"Okay," he said slowly. "I'll go grab my coat."
Maybe going to Johnny's favorite restaurant was a little overkill. We were halfway through our entrées when Johnny couldn't take it anymore.
"Mom," he sighed, putting his fork down. "Can you just tell me what's going on already? It's. . . It's killing me."
"I'm sorry," I sighed. "There are a couple of things I wanted to. . . Needed to talk to you about. They aren't bad, just. . . Complicated."
"Okay," Johnny said, shifting in his seat. "Can you just blurt it out? Might be easier on both of us."
"I've been seeing your basketball coach," I said quickly. I held my breath waiting for his reaction. He looked down at his food as he processed it. Nervous, I began to explain myself. "Look, I didn't mean. . . When we first got together, I had no idea he was your basketball coach. We met at a bar and immediately hit it off. We dated all summer. At first, I kept it from you because I wasn't sure how you'd react to me dating. And then, when I found out Steve was your coach, I knew how you'd react."
"No, you don't," he said, sounding like he was still thinking.
"What?"
"You don't know how I'd react," he said, finally looking at me.
"I don't?"
"Don't get me wrong," he said with a teasing smile, "it's weird. Like really weird. But can I ask you one question?"
"Of course, baby," I said quickly. "What do you want to know?"
"Does Coach Harrington make you happy?"
My heart jumped into my throat at his question. "He does," I said, my voice dropping. "He has made me feel things I haven't felt in a long time."
"Ew," he teased.
"That's not what I meant," I said quickly.
"I know," he laughed. "I'm just messing with you, Mom. But, honestly, I'm glad he makes you happy. You've spent my entire life taking care of me. If Coach Harrington takes care of you, then I'm okay with it."
"You're amazing," I gushed.
"Mom," he groaned.
"Sorry," I chuckled. "I mean it, Johnny. Most teenagers would hate the idea of their mom dating their coach. It really doesn't bother you?"
"No," he shrugged. "I like Coach Harrington. He's awesome."
That was extremely reassuring.
"That's good to hear," I whispered, "because there is something else I need to tell you."
"Okay," he said as he went back to eating his dinner.
"You know how I wasn't sure who your father is," I started this news slower.
"Yeah," he shrugged.
"Well. . . I know now."
Johnny's head snapped up. "You do?" He stuttered.
"I figured it out," I said, my voice soft.
"Who is it?" He asked, scooting closer to the table. I smiled at him, suddenly nervous to tell him.
"It's Coach Harrington," I whispered.
"What?"
"It was Steve that I met that night at the Halloween party," I further explained.
"Wait," Johnny stuttered. "So you're saying. . . Coach Harrington is. . . My dad?"
"He is."
He cleared his throat before asking, "Does he know?"
"He knows," I smiled, my eyes filling with tears. "In fact, I was with him when I figured it out. He offered to be here when I told you but I thought it would be better. . ."
"Does he want to be involved?" Johnny cut me off. He cleared his throat before asking, "I mean. . . Does he want to be a part of our family?"
I reached over and gently placed my hand on his. He looked up at me and my heart sank when I saw the tears threatening to spill.
"That is exactly what he wants, sweetheart," I whispered. "If you want that too."
* * * * *
I walked into Johnny's basketball practice, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw my son talking to Steve. It felt hard to breathe as I watched them talk. I wrapped my arms around myself, not wanting to interrupt them. Steve caught me over Johnny's shoulder. He said something to him before nodding my way.
"Mom!" Johnny yelled as he ran over to me. I laughed as he wrapped me in a hug.
He's never done this. He's never been affectionate with me. Especially somewhere his friends could see him hugging his mother. Ever since I told him about Steve being his father, he's been like this more with me. He's also been eager to go to practice.
"How was practice?" I asked as I returned the hug.
"Awesome, as always," he laughed. Suddenly, his smile dropped. "Umm. . . Mom?"
"What is it, hun?"
"Can we. . . I was talking to Coach. . . I invited him over for dinner," he finally got out. "Is that okay?"
"Of course, baby," I smiled.
His demeanor changed as he got nervous. "I just thought it would be good for him to join us at dinner a couple of times since he's. . ."
"Your father," I finished for him. "How is that, by the way? I mean, how are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess," he shrugged. "It's a little weird but I've always liked him. It might take me some time before I'm ready to call him Dad."
"You don't have to start calling him that," I said quickly. "At least not right away. Take your time, sweetheart."
"Hey, you two."
"Hi. . . Coach," Johnny said, glancing at me.
"What are you guys talking about?" Steve asked glancing at me.
"Johnny was just telling me that he invited you to dinner tonight," I said. "Anything sound good to either of you?"
"Pizza," Johnny said instantly. Steve and I shared a look.
"Nothing homemade?" I offered.
"Nah," Johnny said before jogging to the locker room. I couldn't help but follow him with my eyes. I gasped when Steve stepped up behind me.
"He's okay," he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Is he?" I didn't bother to turn around.
Steve grabbed my waist and spun me around. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. He glanced around the empty gym before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. He broke the kiss and kept his face inches from mine.
"He's fine," he reassured. "I talked to him before practice. Or should I say, he talked to me."
"He did?" I whispered. "What did he say?"
"He told me that you told him about us and about me being his father," Steve explained. "All he said was that he wanted to make sure that I would be around for a while."
"And what did you say?"
Steve smiled as he pulled me closer. He leaned down and pressed his lips delicately to mine. I moaned softly as I deepened the kiss. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily.
"I said that I would be in his and your life for the rest of mine."
"What did he say?" I asked as I played with the collar of his shirt. I looked up to see him smiling at me.
"He said that he wanted me to be in your life for the rest of his life," Steve whispered. "And he said that he sees how happy I make you and how he would get me fired and destroy my life if I ever broke your heart."
I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry," I giggled. "He shouldn't have threatened you like that."
"It's okay," he shrugged. "It's kinda sweet how protective he was of you."
"He's a good kid," I blushed.
"He's a fantastic kid," Steve chuckled. His smile softened. "All thanks to you. Y/N, you did an amazing job with him. And I hope you know that I will do everything I can to give you and Johnny a good life. I know I wasn't there to help you through the hard years, but I'm here now and I want to be here for the rest of my life. I love you, Y/N."
My breath got caught in my throat. Overcome with happiness, I grabbed his face and smashed my lips onto his. I felt him smile as he tightened his arms around my waist and deepened the kiss. I broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.
"I love you too, Steve."