80s Band Imagines

💜Steven #10- Past

Angst

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It had been a rough few weeks. Steven and I both knew that something was off, but I didn't know how to bring it up. So here we were, fucking like nothing was going wrong because, at this point, this was the only thing we could do right.

"Shit- Steven. Right there- fuck!"
I cried out, clawing up his back. 

"Shit, June. Y'feel so good, baby- fuck."
Steven groaned into my ear, kissing my neck.

"M'gna cum, Steven!"
I said, throwing my head back as I felt my legs begin to shake around his waist.

"Come on, beautiful. Cum for me, cum on my cock."
Steven demanded, thrusting deeply.

"Fuck!"
I missed out, burying my head in his neck.

"Good girl, being such a good girl, baby. Shit! 'M cumming, baby."
Steven groaned, throwing his head back before stilling inside me.

Steven and I both panted and tried to control our breathing. He pulled out and laid down on the side of me.

"Steven?"
I asked, looking over at him.

"Yeah?"
He asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"What happened to us?"
I asked, my voice cracking with unshed tears.

"What d'you mean?"
Steven asked, still not looking at me.

"You know what I mean."
I cried.

"No, I don't. We're still June and Steven."
He said harshly.

"No, we aren't. You don't love me anymore!"
I sobbed, picking my clothes up off of his bedroom floor.

"I do love you, June; don't you dare act like I don't!"
Steven said, finally sitting up to look at me.

"But you don't. Ever since I told you I ran into John, you've acted like I'm some disease you don't want."
I cried, slipping on my sweats and t-shirt.

"Because I don't want you around him. And if you wouldn't blatantly disrespect our relationship and my boundaries, maybe I'd want to be around you more."
Steven yelled, silencing me.

"Well, if I'm so fucking disrespectful, then why didn't you just fuckin' break up with me?"
I countered.

"Because that isn't something I want for us."
He gritted, mimicking my movements and standing up.

"Then what the fuck do you want? Because right now, it seems like it isn't me."
I said loudly in his face.

"I do want you, June. But Jesus, you make it so hard sometimes."
Steven sighed.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
I asked.

"I mean, I want to be with you, but I can't trust you. I told you how I felt about you being around him and him touching you, and what's the first thing you do? You see him, and not even two seconds later, you're all over him and-"

"Back the fuck up. First off, I told you I ran into him at the market, it's not like I invited him here. And second, I gave him a side hug that lasted all of two seconds."
I explained, trying to stay calm.

"It's the fact that you knew how I would feel, and you still disrespected my boundaries. Ones that we've had in place for years, almost a decade now."
Steven rebutted.

"But they're boundaries special just for him, and I don't get wh-"

"Don't tell me you don't get why. Because you know damn well it's because of your history."
Steven cut me off.

"History that happened when we were 15 and 16, for fuck's sake."
I yelled, growing frustrated with the argument we seem to constantly have.

"You loved him, June."
Steven gritted.

"Loved, Steven, past fucking tense."
I bit back.

"You fucked around with him for two years. I remember, y'know why? Because for two years I had to hear every single, 'He's so hot', 'I wish I was his girlfriend', 'We're going to 'cruise' this weekend', and the fucking 'He has a girlfriend, but he's fucking me on the side; isn't that fucked?' Is it so hard to understand why I don't want him around you?"
Steven exclaimed.

"You still can't get over it."
I whispered, shaking my head.

"Don't do that."
He sighed.

"You still can't get over it, Steven. I've been with you since high school, I was 'with' him, yes. But that was years ago. You got me, you won. You're the better man, the better person, and way better to me than he ever was. And you still can't get over what I was."
I rambled, a tear sliding down my cheek.

"It would've been easier had you not slutted yourself out for two years."
Steven said, causing me to stumble at the harsh words.

"Wait- I'm sor- that's not-"

"I'm sorry that you can't get over the fact that I was a 'slut' for two years. I loved him, Steven. But I fell in love with you, and it was over. I've never stopped loving you, and I don't regret the choices that I've made. None of them. And if you're too insecure to get over my past, then I don't know what we're doing together."
I rambled, slipping off my promise ring and putting it in his hand before walking out of our bedroom door.

"Don't just walk away."
Steven yelled, chasing me out of our house to my car.

"I am! And I'll come back when you get your insecurities and jealousy under control."
I snapped, getting into my car and revving the engine.

"June."
Steven said, knocking on the window.

"Get out of the way, I will not hesitate to run you over."
I said rolling down my window just enough before speeding out of the driveway.

I wiped the tear the fell from my eye with the back of my hand and drove to my spot by the lake. I parked and sat on the grass, trying to think over everything.

"I knew you'd be here."
Steven said, startling me and causing my to scramble to my feet.

"What do you want?"
I asked softly, looking at my torn-up converse.

"To apologize."
Steven said walking towards me.

"Stop. Do-n't to-uch me."
I stuttered, biting my lip and backing up as he got closer.

"I'm sorry. I know that you're done with him. But, June, baby- fuck I love you so much. And hearing that he was around you, touching you. I can't do that, June. I can't even think about it."
Steven rambled.

"S-o we'r-e do-ne?"
I asked, looking at him through blurry eyes as tears ran down my face.

"What? No! No, let me finish. I know that you've always been friends with everyone even if they don't deserve it. And I love that about you. I love you. So, I want to say I'm sorry and tell you that you can do whatever. As long as you come back to me."
He said, his voice breaking as his eyes filled with unshed tears.

"I'll always come back to you, Steven."
I cried, leaping forward and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Thank you."
He sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tighter against him.

After we broke away, we went home and got into bed. That night, for the first night in a week, I dreamed about mine and Steven's future, the past remaining just a memory.

So this may or may not be based off of a true story. Let me know what you think! Happy reading❣