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I Love You, But The World Is Ending: Zombie Apocalypse AU with Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader; you can find it on my AO3!
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, No Y/N in this household!
Summary: The world ended six months ago, that's a fact.
Except, you know there's more to the disease that wiped out more than half the world, maybe more.
Your parents are gone. You're on your own.
That is, until you meet Steve Harrington, popular in high school until graduation. You haven't seen him in years, you weren't sure he was still in town when the world was sent into chaos.
But you have a secret you can't tell him or his six little nuggets.
A secret that might just save everyone's life.
I'm writing the zombie apocalypse AU nobody asked for because I needed it. Above images are just one of my inspired collages to get this fic on the road!
This is set post season 5 age-wise because I don't want to be writing about little kids but rather them as teenagers. It will be a work in progress, but I will finish this within the year because I'm setting it as one of my goals!
I Love You, But The World Is Ending: Zombie Apocalypse AU with Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader; you can find it on my AO3!
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, No Y/N in this household!
Summary: The world ended six months ago, that's a fact.
Except, you know there's more to the disease that wiped out more than half the world, maybe more.
Your parents are gone. You're on your own.
That is, until you meet Steve Harrington, popular in high school until graduation. You haven't seen him in years, you weren't sure he was still in town when the world was sent into chaos.
But you have a secret you can't tell him or his six little nuggets.
A secret that might just save everyone's life.
I'm writing the zombie apocalypse AU nobody asked for because I needed it. Above images are just one of my inspired collages to get this fic on the road!
This is set post season 5 age-wise because I don't want to be writing about little kids but rather them as teenagers. It will be a work in progress, but I will finish this within the year because I'm setting it as one of my goals!
STEVE HARRINGTON would 100% be the most pathetic, drooly, pussy-drunk mess the second he gets between your thighs after rolling a blunt.
heâd start off trying to be cocky about it, all âyouâre gonna love this, babyâ smirks and teasing licks, but two minutes in? that bravado evaporates. now heâs just moaning into your cunt like heâs starving, big hands gripping your thighs so hard youâll have bruises tomorrow, spreading you open wider so he can get deeper. nose buried, tongue working sloppy, desperate circles, sucking your clit like it personally offended him that he canât live inside you 24/7.
and the soundsâgod. wet, obscene, filthy noises every time he drags his tongue through your folds. heâs not even trying to be neat anymore; your slick is smeared across his chin, dripping down his neck, catching in the collar of his shirt. every time you buck or pull his hair harder he just groans louder, rutting his hips against the mattress because heâs so hard it hurts but he refuses to stop until youâve come at least twice.
then when you finally do come on his face? he fucking whines. full-on pathetic, muffled, âfuckâfuckâgive it to meâ into your pussy while he laps up every drop like heâs scared youâll take it away. chin glistening, lips swollen, looking up at you with this dazed, blissed-out expression.
after? heâs not moving. just stays there, face still pressed between your legs, breathing hard against your oversensitive skin, occasionally giving lazy kitten licks.
Hey, about some of the stuff I said earlier, I just⌠Itâs fine, itâs okay. No, just⌠Itâs not okay. Eddie⌠He saved your life. Our lives. And I know what he meant to you. I canât even imagine how hard itâs been. But instead of just being there for you, I just⌠Well, I got angry about it. I guess I got angry because things were different.Â
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eren : eren fucking you in a skirt , mutual masturbation, ride him just like that, slow and hard backshots, he missed you so much, he feels so good like this huh?, he thinks you're so cute when he overstims you, angry sex
armin : armin fucking you in his dorm , nerdmin getting his first blowjob, tying him up and making him please mommy , letting him feel mommy's pussy , reverse cowgirl , pegging your good boy for the first time! , distracting him from studying , making him watch you ride it
jean : picnic date with jean got out of hand , making out + jerking him off , he loves making you cum on his fingers first , he likes how small your hand looks wrapped around his cock in this pic , just take it , he can always make your legs shake, he can't control himself around you , they don't call him horseface for nothin
reiner : all those muscles won't stop him from being such a pathetic boy, sitting in his lap always ends up like this, he loves eating your pussy, fucking you on his desk, fucking his cum back into you, he promised he'd make it fit, who knew such a big man could be so whiny? shh its okay, he's got you
connie : he loves thrusting in your mouth like this , he loves when you use his cock like this, you're so pretty with a mouthful of his cock, you never knew connie could fuck you like this, he can go so deep like this, prone bone with connie, this is why he loves when you come over, you wore his favorite thong
levi : "even when you're like this, there's no reason for you to be sloppy." , slow easy morning sex, ask nicely and you might get what you want, this is what happens when you can't stop squirming, hands behind your back, you just couldn't wait until the two of you got home, could you? standing sex, cuddle fuck!
erwin : you disrupted him while he was at the office, feel each and every one of his thrusts, it's okay he knows you can take it, fucking you in front of the mirror, he didn't say turn around, did he?, one of his favorite ways to stretch you out, maybe this will make you listen to him next time, how you welcome home your commander after a long day
a/n : i literally got sick a day after my bday pls accept this while i nurse myself back to health </3
The alternate ending to stranger things season 5 because duffer brothers did a terrible job.
â RECAP â
The fight. It was too quick. Too easy. For years of this building up, it shouldnât have ended so quick.
Joyce stood over Vecnaâs decapitated body panting like she just ran a million marathons, and maybe in her mind she did.
âWell.. that was oddly easy.â Steve muttered under his breath, scratching the back of his neck. Behind him, Dustin groaned loudly and ran up, kicking Vecnaâs body. âPIECE OF SHIT!!!â He yelled, a loud squelching sound echoing through the Mindflayer with each swing of his shoe.
âOkayâ! Okay heâs dead!â Lucas spoke awkwardly, walking up behind Dustin to guide him away.
It was eerily quiet now. The kind of quiet that settles in the pit of your stomach. But it was over now. All that was left was to get out of here. And so they did.
â
The Upside Down began to rupture. The Military catching them. Eleven sacrificing herself as the portal closed.
It was simple really.
The future came quick. Perfect. Everyone seemed to move on. Everyone except Mike. He would find himself waking up in the middle of the night with cold sweats, hearing Jane. Feeling her. Sometimes heâd wake up screaming. It just seemed everyone was doing so well and he just.. couldnât let go. Hopper was engaged, Dustin became valedictorian, Max can walk again, Will discovered his identity.
And Mike? He was still at the restaurant.
â PRESENT â
Mike groaned as he walked into his room, peeling off his t-shirt and tossing it across his room into a dirty laundry pile that he had been avoiding for weeks. Then, he flopped onto his bed, burying his face into the sheets. There was no point in sleeping despite how exhausted he felt. Sleeping was worse than staying awake. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw her. Jane. Disappearing. It didnât feel right. Nothing did anymore.
He noticed small things that didnât add up. Robins girlfriend Vickie? Nobody mentioned her since. He hadnt seen her since. But maybe it was just a bad breakup? The Military let them go too which was.. surprising to say the least but maybe that was just luck. Objects seemed to go missing constantly or people would seem so confused when he mentioned certain things that he SWORE he spoke to them about.
He let out a deep sigh into the blanket before rolling onto his back, the sheets rumpling around him. Then again, he might just be overthinking. He tends to do that a lot.
Slowly, Mikes eyes begin to flutter close with each slow breath he takes. The abyss slowly claiming his mind.
Itâs the same dream everytime. But this time? Itâs different.
Mikeâs vision slowly focuses. Heâs in a black void, dark everywhere. The floor is wet beneath his feet like heâs walking on water. Heâs.. been here before.
âEleven?!â He calls out, his voice bouncing off the abyss, echoing back to him as if mocking him. God.. he knows sheâs here somewhere, but where?
His feet start to pad against the ground as he bursts into a sprint. âEl!!!â He shouts again, more desperate this time as his voice breaks.
âMike.â
He stops in his takes, spinning around. Nothing. âEleven?? Elevenâwhereâwhere are you??â He asks, words tumbling one over the other. He turns around again and there she is. Standing there infront of him. He can hardly believe it. He lets out a breath he didnât know he was holding and smiles, wrapping himself around her. His arms squeeze her tight around her waist, face buried in her neck. This moment felt.. perfect. Like it could last forever. Until she speaks again.
âMike. You need to wake up.â Her voice is stern as she gently places her hands on his shoulder to guide him back to meet her gaze. Her hands are cold. Too cold. âW-what?â He breathes, brows furrowing in confusion as his hand drifts up to cup her face. âBut youâre real.. right? Youâre real and youâre coming back?â
âYes. But I canât come back. This isnât a dream. But your world? Thatâsââ
A clock starts ticking.
His head turns to see where the noise is coming from. As soon as he looks back, sheâs gone. He blinks before shaking his head. âNoâEl?!â He breathes before breaking into a sprint again. âELEVEN!â
He wakes up. Heart racing, pupils blow wide as he catches his breath. Sweat runs down his back. Cold. Gross. Slimy. The type of sweat that makes you feel sick to your stomach.
A cough catches in his throat, a black bile dripping down his chin as her rolls to his side. Coughing it up while it splatters on his sheets, dripping down onto the floor.
Then he falls. He falls for what seems like forever before he gasps loudly, eyes flicking open. Itâs hard to breathe.. god why is it hard to breathe?
Itâs dark out, foggy. Heâs not in his bed anymore. No. This? This is different. But this isnât the Upside down. Itâs Hawkins.
His body shakes as he pushes himself up to a sitting position. Around him, everything is in ashes. The world split open as smoke swarms the air. Cars flipped, Stores demolished. Heâs downtown. His body is throbbing his pain as if he were hit by a train. It was hard to think, to process. What.. Happened?
let's hear it for the boy! || steve harrington x reader
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Word Count: 10.9k
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Best Friend!Reader
Warnings: SMUT (solo masturbation, dry humping, f!receiving oral, handjob, premature ejaculation, p in v sex), language, sexual references, Steve is very oblivious, Steve can't get it up (unless it's for you), porn WITH plot, slow-ish burn
Summary: set before s4. steve has a problem. he can't cum unless he's thinking about you. except you're his friend and he definitely doesn't have any romantic feelings towards you. at least, that's what he tells himself.
âSeriously? Katie Frey doesnât do it for you?â You asked, sitting atop the counter at Family Video. Steve shrugged, embarrassment welling up in his chest at your words, and the general topic of conversation.
âI was as surprised as you are now,â he said, twirling a company branded pen between his fingers and hoping the fidgeting would take his mind off of how absolutely mortified he was. âBecause, like, Katie is hot.â
âAbsolutely. Smokinâ hot.â Your voice was muffled around a twizzler, framed by perfectly made-up lips.
He made a face at your interruption, staring at you with narrowed eyes until you mimed zipping your mouth shut.
âAnd like, sheâs got these great tits. Huge.â Really huge, fucking perfect tits. Not that he was a perv about it, but it was hard not to notice them. âAnd sheâs pretty. And, you know, we were going at it at her apartment after our date and I swear I was into it. ButâŚâ He stopped twirling the pen so he could bury his face into his hands, mumbling the end of the sentence. âI couldnât⌠cum, you know? I had to just fake it.â
âFake it? Were you convincing?â you asked, brows furrowed. He peered up at you through the spaces between his fingers, at the quirk of a smile on your lips. âMaybe you should show me. Iâm a visual learner.â
He threw the pen at you and groaned in frustration. âYouâre an asshole, you know that right? This is serious.â
You did your best to adjust your expression and be empathetic. âOkay, well that didnât happen with Sheryl, did it?â He shook his head. âMaybe youâre still stuck on Sheryl.â
He shrugged, letting himself relax a little. âEh, not really. She was fun, but clingy.â
You sighed, leaning forward like a scientist observing him under a microscope. âOther than like⌠the finale, was the sex good?â
âYes! And the date was perfectly fine too.â He sat up straighter, crossing his arms across his chest. He was telling the truth⌠mostly. It wasnât bad, it wasnât amazing. It was just⌠fine. He gave you a half-smile. âThanks for letting me talk to you about this. Robin would be all weird about it.â
You smiled teasingly. âOh, Robin wouldâve bailed the moment you said the word cum.â You altered your voice into a shockingly accurate impression of your friend. ââEw, Steve! I donât want to hear about the details of hetero sex. I faked mono during sex-ed for a reason.â
âShe wouldâve agreed about Katieâs tits, though,â Steve insisted. âSheâd pretend to be mortified that Iâm objecting women or whatever, but sheâd agree.â
You laughed and shook your head at his words, and he felt a tiny tug in his chestâ some sort of like, stirring, big feeling.
He didnât get it. The two of you had been friends since Freshman year, when you moved next door to Carol and she dragged you to every hangout, big and small. He always sort of figured that Carol was trying to set you up with him, but neither of you ever made a move.
He wasnât sure why he felt that uncomfortable ache in his chest when you smiled lately. There had never been any feelings there in all the time heâd known you, right? Sure, he thought you were hotâ thatâs why he had to give you dating advice all the timeâbut that was different.
"Maybe you just need to find the right girl, or something,â you said earnestly. âLike⌠maybe your dream girl is right in front of you, and even if your brain doesnât know it, your body does.â
You tucked your permed hair behind your ear and it made his stomach drop like he was on a roller coaster. And he was confused about how such a tiny sensation could feel so overwhelming when he heard the bells above the door ring.
The girl approached the counter with big brown eyes and hair that looked a little fried by bleach and perm solution. He did love curls, though.
âI called this morning,â she said, her voice low and sultry. He liked sultry. âSome guy named Keith set aside Footloose for me? Should be under Rebecca Martin, or Becky, maybe.â
Steve smiled and turned on the charm.
Becky wasnât the hottest thing to moan during sex, but Steve Harrington wasnât a quitter. Heâd just⌠avoid names in general.
Steve was a gentleman. Theyâd gone to dinner a few nights prior, and heâd been polite and kissed her at the front door. It had gone well enough to tell Robin about, which was saying something. He liked her sense of humor, she was sweet, and her perfume was so nice that it was practically addicting.
The second date wasnât as formal. Movie at his place, stealing his parentsâ fancy wine out of the cabinet like a high schooler. It started innocently enough that he wasnât even sure if he should go any further, keep things cool, really see this one through this time.
But, Jesus Christ, did she have other plans. Pretty, pink manicured nails traced along his thigh, dimpling the fabric of his jeans, which were already tight enough. She played coyâ eyes on the movie, a satisfied smirk on her lips as her hand paused just below where he wanted it. He squirmed, just slightly, feeling his dick stir with interest. She batted big doe-eyes at him and furrowed her brows in a very practiced manner.
âSomething wrong?â She asked, and he could see the amusement in her gaze as her hand wandered up, cupping the bulge that was swelling in the front of his jeans. She sprung into action after he captured her lips in a hungry kiss, making quick work of the button and zipper so she could wiggle her hand beneath his boxers.
Her hand was deliciously soft, and he liked the soft gasp of surprise that escaped her when she took him into her hand and gave a testing stroke. It was dry, and a little uncomfortable until she spat into her hand and started over. It felt good. She felt good.
âDo you wanna go to your room?â Her words were damp against the column of his throat, no doubt leaving pink stains from her lipstick.
âYeah,â he said softly. âYeah. I want to.â
ââ
His cheeks were burning as he watched Becky redress, hurriedly tugging her panties up her legs. Her annoyance and disappointment was blatant in her features, and it made his chest ache with mortification.
âThat doesnâtââ He shook his head. That doesnât usually happen sounded like a stupid excuse, especially considering that his last hookup had ended similarly. This time had been worse. âI donât know why that happened.â
She shrugged, shimmying into her denim skirt. âItâs whatever, Steve.â
âNo, no I mean it,â he said, trying to fight the frown on his lips, trying to seem at least a little⌠casual about it all. Heâd gone down on her until she came apart right on his tongue, then he took his time to get her stretched out and ready for him until she couldnât take anymore and begged for him.
He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to feel her around him, warm and tight and pliant, blinking prettily up at him while she moaned and gasped. So why wouldnât his body let him do it?
What the fuck?
âItâs fine, really. Donât worry about it.â As soon as he heard the pity in her voice, he nearly wanted to die. âIâm only in town to visit my aunt anyway.â
âThis really never happens to me,â he insisted. The look on her faceâ the subtle mix of disbelief and scornâ made him feel like he was a bug under her shoe.
He didnât bother redressing more than just tugging on his boxers as she left, and he was grateful she at least let him walk her to the door after the worldâs most disastrous hookup attempt.
He groaned in annoyance as he closed the door behind him, running his hands through his mussed-up hair. He was at the phone before he even realized where he was walking, dialing the number through sheer muscle memory.
âHello?â Your voice crackled along the line, sounding sleepy. What time was it?
âHey,â Steve said, leaning against the wall where the phone was mounted. He didnât need to worry about calling directly from his personal line when his parents werenât home. Besides, he was sweating, smelled like sex, and there was something comfortable about the cool, empty room downstairs. âAm I bothering you?â
âNuh-uh,â you hummed, and he heard something shuffle on your side of the phone. âJust painting my nails. Whatâs up? I thought you were busy with Becky tonight?â
His heart thumped uncomfortably and he wished he hadnât called. âYeah, uh, she left.â
âOh,â you replied, and he could picture the look of soft concern you would be wearing. âYou sound disappointed. Did it not go well?â
Steve scratched at his chest, the hair there still a bit tacky with sweat. âPermission to overshare?â
You paused. âHmâŚâ Another beat. âUh, I guess so. Why not?â
You were quiet as Steve recounted the experience with you, right down to the horrific realization that he couldnât stay hard and their night had to be cut short. He waited as soon as he explained Becky's departure, waiting for you to laugh or tease him.
âThatâs tough, but it happens, Steve,â you said softly. âMaybe your heart wasnât in it.â
He groaned again, pressing the heel of his hand into his forehead. âI donât care if my heart was in it. I wanted my dick to be in it.â He paused. âThat wasnât on purpose, but you know what I mean. My heart has never been a problem before.â
âWell, stress can impact performance,â you explained. âEspecially if youâre psyching yourself out about whether or not youâre going to get off. Permission for me to overshare?â
He sighed and ran a hand through his mussed hair. âYeah, yeah, whatever. Permission granted.â
âLast year when they hired me at The Gap at the mall and made me a manager for no reason, I was so fucking stressed out that I couldnât get myself off for weeks. Like, I tried everything. You know what finally helped?â
Steve swallowed. Hard. âW-what?â
âI turned off my brain for a few hours. I just let my hands wander a bit, figured out what felt good, and explored that for a while before moving on to the next spot. Eventually, I made myself cum without even realizing what I was doing.â You paused, and he heard a nervous laugh slip past your lips. âUm, that's just, like, a suggestion.â
The mental image was enough to make his cock twitch beneath the thin material of his boxers. He swallowed, trying to block out the images of you; naked, hand between your thighs, writhing in pleasure. His length throbbed again, because despite his best efforts, the image didnât go away.
âIâm just trying to explain that itâs super common to have issues getting off, and itâs not weird!â You said, the silence clearly making you antsy. âDid that help at all?â
âMhmm,â he hummed. âRobin would say this is a sign from the universe that I should just be single for a while.â
âMaybe.â You paused. âGive yourself some time, alright? Youâve been through a lot, Steve. Stuff like that is bound to catch up sooner or later.â
You were waiting for him by your next shift, sneaking past Robin to pull him aside. âDid you try it?â You asked, blinking up at him.
âWhat?â He furrowed his brows until you mimed jerking off and his cheeks fucking burned. âOh, no. I wasnât up for it.â He groaned. âI didnât mean it like that either.â
âI know, I know,â you assured, a pretty smile on your lips. âSo, do you think that Beckyâs notâŚâ
âYeah, I donât think Iâll be seeing her again, which blows.â
You shrugged. âScrew that. You can find someone way better, alright?â He wanted to roll his eyes as you grabbed his shoulders in your hands, making him look right at you. When he tried to look away, you repeated yourself. âAlright?â
He sighed. âYeah, yeah, alright.â He wriggled out of your grip. âCan you just hand me the returns cart so I can shelve them?â You shrugged and passed him the cart, eager to offload your tasks if he was willing to take them.
He needed a distraction. Because you were wearing a black miniskirt with your dumb family video vest, and a fucking Star Wars shirt he wouldâve found dorky if you werenât perfectly endearing.
You were giggling and smiling, fighting with Robin over a copy of some movie you both were dying to see before the other. He sighed as he shelved a copy of A Christmas Story, wondering why someone wouldâve rented that in August.
He got the cart shelved, helped a nice old lady find a Hitchcock movie sheâd liked when her late husband showed her, and even reorganized the snack counter before he finally came upon a hitch in his day.
âSteve!â Your voice was barely a whisper, coming from Keithâs office. He looked around at the store, where Robin was sitting unfazed at the main counter, and slipped past the door.
Oh fuck. You were bent over Keithâs desk, legs sprawled awkwardly, tugging hopelessly at where your shirt was caught on a screw pinning it and you to the wall. He couldnât even fathom how youâd gotten into that positionâ maybe reaching for something that had fallen behind the bulky desk?
Worst of all, that stupid mini skirt. Bent over the desk, he saw the baby blue cotton of your panties. His mouth went dry. Heâd forgotten why heâd walked into the room in the first place.
âSteve! My shirt is stuck on one of the screws,â you explained, squirming slightly with impatience. âI got this when Empire came out, itâs irreplaceable. Just pull the desk out so I can move.â
It took a few seconds for his brain to comprehend what was asked of him. âYeah. Yeah, I can do that. Easy-peasy.â He grimaced. Why the fuck did he say that?
âSteve, hurry.â He tried not to look back at your ass as he approached the desk, giving it a slight tug so you were no longer pinned. You stumbled a bit before standing and tugging your skirt down, giving him a sheepish smile. âJesus, that was so stupid. I dropped my time card clocking in from my break. Thanks Steve.â
With the desk pulled out, you grabbed it easily and waved it in front of his face. He gave a weak heh as you patted his shoulder and sauntered back out.
He leaned against the wall, relishing in how cold it was against his weirdly hot body. He wasnât dumb. He knew you were attractive. He thought you were fucking stunning. But you were his friend, not someone he was trying to fuck around with.
Imagine his surprise when he found himself already half-hard just from barely even a glimpse of your panties when he couldnât even get it up for the girls he was actually trying to sleep with.
âGod fucking damn it,â he muttered, adjusting himself as best as he could before stepping out of the office. As soon as he hit the floor, Robin grabbed his arm and tugged him towards a box of new releases.
âHey, Stevie, do you mind putting out the pornos? I would but⌠you know. I donât really want to.â
Better and better. âYeah, what would Gloria Steinem think if she knew you saw a VHS sleeve that showed tits?â He raised a brow and took the new box, boasting salacious titles likeâ Slutty Slumber Party and Cock Fight III.
She pinched his cheek with a grin and patted his back. âYouâre the best, Steve.â He rolled his eyes. He knew that already.
You caught up to him before he could pass the privacy curtain that partitioned the triple X section from the rest of the store, peering down into the box.
âLet me help you put these out,â you offered, already scooping up as many titles as you could carry from the box. It was his worst nightmare come to lifeâ an inconvenient boner, his cute friend, and a million sets of tits and dicks everywhere the eye could see.
It was blissfully quiet as he focused intensely on alphabetizing the titles. You helped him do stuff all the time, no need for him to make it weird just because you were shelving movies like Hot Groupie Fuckfest 2.
âMaybe you should sneak one of these home,â you finally said, turning the title in your hand towards him. âIt could help.â
âI donât need tapes to get off,â he insisted, maybe a little too defensively. âI like magazines better anyway. Classier.â He swore internally, realizing he had revealed something extremely private that he hadnât shared with anyone.
You shrugged and continued shelving. âMagazines are cool,â you replied, rather awkwardly, like you were walking on eggshells. âVery classy.â
âNothing is wrong with me,â he finally said. His mortification had gotten the best of him and the words just came out. âIâm fine.â
âOkayâŚâ you replied, a furrow between your brows. âI never said you werenât, Steve. Iâm justââ
âTrying to helpâ I know butâŚâ he groaned, raking a hand through his hair. âLetâs drop it, alright?â You nodded in agreement and he sighed, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
The two of you stood there for a moment before you nodded back to the crate. âOkay, weâve got, like, three dozen more to stock, so letâs just get it done.â
He hated that heâd upset you, or offended you, or made you feel any way towards him other than perfectly happy. But what was he supposed to do? The entire ordeal was utterly humiliating.
And you seemed totally unbothered as you read the back cover of some girl on girl flick, interest in your eyes. Were you into that stuff? Was that what you liked thinking about? Why was he even concerned about what you think about?
You shelved the movie and moved onâ grabbing your next pile, one that took you across the room to the shelf of more taboo, kinky stuff. He stared as you got onto your knees, bending over to stock the bottom shelf. And there he wasâ greeted by another tiny flash of your panties under the fluorescent lights just before you tugged your skirt down.
His cock stirred with interest, toeing the line between half-hard and impossible to ignore. Jesus. Were you doing it on purpose?
âHm? Doing what?â you asked, glancing over your shoulder. âBecause if you mean stocking the weird shit on the bottom shelf, thatâs a yes. No one wants to walk in and be eye-level with Fist Fest II.â
There was something about your smile thenâ sweet, like you had no idea the torment you were putting him through. He wanted to cry. âIâll be right back.â
Robin ignored him as he practically darted past her and into the back rooms. He didnât even bother clocking out for his break before he ducked into the employeeâs only bathroom and locked the door behind himself.
He wasnât an animal. Typically, he had self control. But a week of being unable to get off combined with your obliviousness as to what you were doing to him had him ready to jump out of his skin.
He fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking echoed off of the tile walls as he practically ripped it off. He made quick work of the button and zipper of his fly, practically moaning with relief at the lack of restriction. He spat into his hand before he shoved it into his briefs, crying out in relief before he thought better of it and bit onto his fist to keep quiet.
This, he realized as he grew frustrated with the lack of mobility and pulled his dick out at work, was a new low for him. Teeth cut into the meat of his palm as he fucked his hand in earnest, muffled moans coming out strangled and desperate. There wasnât time for teasing, for drawing it out like he usually did when he was alone. It felt like his body was a rubber band, stretched and poised to snap.
And, god help him, he was thinking about you. Of you bent over Keithâs desk, legs gangly and awkward, ass in the air, wriggling to try to free yourself before caving and asking him for help. Steve was a gentleman. He only spared one look of shock before averting his eyes. But fantasies didnât hurt anyone.
Fantasies about you doing it on purposeâ arching your back and wiggling your hips invitingly because you wanted him to see you like that. In another world, where you wanted him and he wanted you, he wouldâve relished in that scenario. Of you teasing and entrapping him in some game of cat and mouse. Of fucking you over the stupid squeaky desk and covering your mouth so Robin didnât hear. Biting into your shoulder to keep himself quiet.
He came thinking about you, a guttural, desperate moan cutting into the air despite his best efforts to stay quiet. He hadnât realized how much heâd needed a release until he was coming down, his hand sticky and warm, cum painting the tile in front of him.
âJesus fuckingâ goddamn it.â His voice wavered, most of his energy sapped. He felt pathetic as he stuffed his softening length back in his briefs and tugged his pants up, wincing at the sensitivity. And he felt even more pathetic as he grabbed paper towels from the dispenser and cleaned up his spend from the bathroom wall at his fucking workplace.
A sudden loud knock sounded on the door, nearly making him yelp. âAre you okay in there, dingus?â Robin asked, her genuine concern masked by the sarcasm that dripped from her tone. âYou ran past like you needed to shit, or something, so I wanted to check.â
He sunk onto the gross bathroom floor and banged his head against the wall. Dying, he decided, would have been less painful than whatever this was.
It had been days, and he had yet to cum unless you were at the top of mind. It had to be a coincidence, like heâd Pavlov-ed himself into only getting hard if he thought about you.
No. That wasnât exactly true. He could get hard, he just couldnât cum unless he thought about you. There was a big difference, and it meant he wasnât totally broken after all. It meant he could fix it.
The most inconvenient thing about it was the fact that he had to jerk off before any shifts with you or heâd have to repeat that first bathroom session, which was something he really, really wanted to leave in the past.
There was a possibility that there was something to the situation at handâ that the reason for his bodyâs reaction to you was beyond just physical. But that was dumb, and every time that tiny voice in his brain told him to consider it, Steve just shook it off.
His phone rang at his bedside and he sighed, tossing the book heâd been trying to read for the past hour with no avail.
âYeah?â He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He really needed some glasses, huh?
âHey, Steve, itâs me.â Your voice was like music over the phone, and he sat up quickly, like you were there to witness his lazy, slouchy morning. âI was just calling to ask if you could cover my shift this afternoon. I know itâs a big ask since itâs so last minute, but I can totally pay you back double sometime.â
He scratched the back of his neck. Fucking Keith was on the schedule tonight, and they hated each other. Then again, it wasnât like he had any plans. He couldn't risk another failed hookup, or word might get around that he was a limp dick loser. âMhmm. Shouldnât be too bad,â he lied.
You sighed with relief on the other end. âYouâre a lifesaver, Steve. I thought I was gonna have to cancel my date.â
His heart stuttered for a few moments before he recovered and tried to act casual about it. âDate? I didnât even know you wereâŚâ He trailed off, unsure of how to even finish that sentence. His voice was higher than usual, so he cleared his throat to brush it off.
You laughed. âYeah, I know itâs been a while. I figured I should stop waiting around for something to fall into my lap and just put myself out there, or something. You know, just⌠casually, nothing too serious.â
Oh. He didnât have the right to feel disappointed, and yet⌠He wanted to tell you not to go, to stay home like normal, and keep things like they were already. He didnât want to imagine you with some random Hawkins asshole right now, especially when he couldnât think of a single person in city limits who might be worthy of your time.
It was crazy. Heâd set you up on plenty of dates and coached you through even more. He didnât have any reason to feel weird about it now.
âSteve? Did I lose you?â You asked softly. âI know youâre still dealing with⌠you know, everything. I donât have to talk about it if you donât want me to. God, hearing you talk about getting laid while I was having a dry spell used to make me want to rip my hair out.â
âItâs fine,â he insisted. âGo have a good date, and donât let him have all the fun, alright?â
You laughed, and he could picture you wrinkling your nose the way you always did when he said something dumb. âI would never. Thanks again, Steve.â
You were giddy at work the next morning, a pretty glow about you, an unusual chipper attitude that you shared with every single guest. You werenât even being particularly snarky with him or Robin.
âGood night?â He asked, despite not really wanting to know. God, it was like there were two halves of himself constantly working against the other.
You smiled brightly, and he almost winced. âIt was so good. I think you know himâ Andy from Varsity baseball in â84. He graduated a year earlier than us and goes to Purdue. Heâs living at home while heâs doing an internship for some financial firm.â
âWhat happened to just being casual?â Steve asked, brows furrowing as he looked at you.
You laughed in lieu of a response and grabbed the box of merchandise for the latest new releases. He stood there dumbly until Keith knocked into his shoulder.
âBack to work, Harrington,â he said in that stupid, asshole voice of his. âThese returns arenât going to shelve themselves.â
ââ
âYouâre glowering.â Robin whispered into his ear a few days later, so close it made him jump out of his frustrated stupor and back into reality.
âIâm not, I'm just focused,â he insisted, even though his eyes were burning holes into the back of Andyâs head. He hit stop on the tape he had successfully rewound and put it back into the case, then back into the cart for shelving.
It was the sort of monotonous task that gave him time to ruminate. And to glower.
Why was Andy even there? Just to distract you from work and charm his way into your pants? Again? Youâd been shelving the same tape of The Outsiders for twenty minutes, at least.
God, he sounded like Keith. Wasnât that terrifying?
âDo you remember him from high school?â Steve finally asked, sparing a glance back at Robin. She shrugged, and he whipped his gaze back to the two of you. His hand was on your hip, dangerously close to grabbing your ass. Classless, asshole college guy. âYeah, I figured. He graduated in â84. Third baseman.â
Robin snorted. âI bet.â
âCute. Very charming, Robin,â Steve sighed, shaking his head. He stopped the tape and slipped the cover back on. âWhatever. He just doesnât seem her type, thatâs all.â
Robin rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand before he could reach for the next tape. âSteve. Andy is exactly her type. Sweet guy, athletic, charmingâŚâ She raised her brows, like she was trying to make a point. But to Steve, the only point she seemed to be making was that Andy was the total package and he was a loser.
âIâm not glowering,â he repeated, if only to prove it to himself. âIâm just trying to finish up the rewinds since weâre down an employee.â He gave a lazy gesture towards the front of the store, where you and Andy were making eyes at each other.
Not jealous. Not jealous at all. Just⌠sexually frustrated. That was an easy fix.
His Rolodex was filled with girls who heâd fooled around with. When he got home, he flipped through the remaining names, each eliciting vague memories.
Deanna was hot⌠she had a weird laugh though. Not like you. Your laugh was a nice, warm sound. He liked your laugh more than anything. As a friend. Of course.
Maybe Kelly? She was sweet, pretty. Not as pretty as you were, obviously, but who was?
He tried calling a few, but most of them wanted nothing to do with a guy whoâd forgotten to call for a few months. After his third rejection, he gave up entirely. He didnât really have it in him to lead another girl on, anyway.
Maybe there was something there he should acknowledge. That itching, stirring feeling of want that had started to fester months ago. Gnawing at the edges of each interaction he had with you. Maybe it had always been there and his dumb body was making him do something about it, just like youâd said.
He was in a mood for the next week. He hadnât felt this pent up since after graduation, when he had to wear a sailor uniform and perform a public humiliation ritual for minimum wage.
You sidled up to him at the register at closing, where he was getting a sick sort of satisfaction in checking on all of the late charges about to hit the overdue rentals.
You were dressed like you were going to go on a date laterâ with one of your favorite tops and that goddamn mini skirt. Even worse, you were smiling a pretty smile like you wanted something, which made the itch of irritation claw at his tongue. âIâm not taking another one of your shifts so that you can go out with Andy,â he said sternly, with a narrowed glance at you.
Your brows raised and you gave him a look that told him he was being an asshole, which he already knew. âOkay, one, I wasnât going to ask you to take one of my shifts, and two, who pissed in your cereal this morning?â
He just huffed. âSorry, long day.â Long month. âIâm being a dick.â
You smiled and nodded. âYeah, you are⌠but I forgive you.â You brushed your hair back and leaned imperceptibly closer. It probably wasnât on purpose, but your arm pushed against his and you were so warm, and you smelled like the Avon perfume your mom always bought you. âLetâs hang out tonight. I feel like I only ever see you at work lately. Iâll rent us a movie, grab some dinner on the way⌠itâll be just like old times.â
The realistic part of his brain told him it was a bad idea. Heâd been plagued with graphic, explicit images of you playing in his head at the worst of times. He wasnât sure he could trust himself to be normal about hanging out at your place.
Which was absolutely ridiculous. It would be the thousandth time heâd been over, but the odds of him getting an inconvenient, persistent boner around you were frustratingly high.
But his alternative was going home to sulk alone and sink deeper into his funk, so he nodded. âYeah, sounds fun.â It would be fine. He could persevere.
ââ
Your basement had always been his favorite place to hang out. Unlike his own parents who wanted input into every facet of his young life, your parents let you do whatever the hell you wanted to the space, as long as they could store their treadmill and your momâs Tupperware stock.
It was lit with old Christmas lights and covered in tchotchkes that you had found in garage sales. Old quilts, your grandmaâs macrame, needlepoint throw pillows. It was like an estate sale had crawled inside to die, and he loved it.
The couch had an uncomfortable spring that always dug into his thighs, you picked a really dumb movie, and you had slightly burned the popcorn on the stove, but he couldnât complain. Maybe he did need this.
âSo⌠are you still seeing Andy?â He asked when the movie hit a lull. It wasnât that he wasnât paying attention, it was just hard to focus.
You laughed, shaking your head. You were sprawled across the ugly floral couch, legs in his lap, curled up facing the TV. âEw, no,â you said with an eye roll. âHe was fun at first, but I was just kind of using him, you know?â
Did he know? Probably not, but he nodded like he understood anyway. He took another handful of the mildly-burnt popcorn and watched you out of his periphery (which was, admittedly, not what it used to be).
He tried to focus on the movie some more, but it was you that broke the silence next. You shifted your legs a bit to get comfortable before he felt your gaze on him. âSo, howâs your problem?â You asked.
His cheeks felt hot, like his entire head had been shoved under the heat lamp in Dustinâs turtleâs tank. âOh,â he cleared his throat. âFine, I guess. I donât know, actually. I havenât been on any dates since Becky, soâŚâ
âReally? Why not?â You asked, brows knit.
His expression was incredulous. Why not? Oh, nothing too badâ just that I canât get hard lately unless Iâm fantasizing about you. âWhy do you think? This is totally reputation killing stuff here. Iâll be lucky if the entire female population of Hawkins doesnât think my dick doesnât work.â
You shifted closer, but your legs were still heavy in his lap, which he was growing increasingly conscious of. âWhat about when youâre alone?â
His heart started to hammer as thoughts flooded his brain of the session heâd had in the shower that morning, which had been, in part, fueled by a quick perusal of his photo album from last summer and the handful of pictures of you in a remarkably high cut swimsuit.
âUhâŚâ His voice was higher than usual, and he tried to bring it back down to Earth before continuing. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, glancing only briefly at your lips before forcing himself to look back up at your eyes. âNormal. Itâs normal.â
âSo, if that's normal, what do you think about when youâre alone?â
His throat feels tight as he tries to think of something to say other than you, you, you, you. You in your stupid granny pajamas, you in the backseat of his car, you bending over to shelve DVDs⌠you had burrowed into his mind and totally corrupted it. He squints, like heâs considering anything else. âUm⌠normal things. Just⌠normal stuff, you know?â
You sighed out a soft huh, and there was something in your gaze that made his stomach flip. It was an expression heâd never seen you wear so plainly, especially not towards him. Pure, hungry desire, so obvious that he had to have been imagining it. âSteve,â you whispered.
He closed his eyes, swallowing. âMhmm? Yeah?â
âYouâre hard right now.â
He glanced down as you shifted your legs again and had to swallow a pathetic moan at the tiniest amount of friction. And, well, he was obviously, undeniably hard in his jeans.
âOh, thatâs just⌠yâknow, from me remembering all of the totally normal stuff that Iââ
The rest of his lame excuse was swallowed by the warm press of your lips against his. Lapped away as your tongue slipped into his mouth and took every rational thought away with it. It was slow and sweet, like you were trying your best to savor every second of it. Jesus, had you always been that good of a kisser?
When you pulled back, with spit-glossed lips and met his gaze, he felt so turned on that his head started to swim. He couldnât find words for how he was feeling, for how heâd been feeling, so he offered a meager, âYouâre really good at that.â
You rolled your eyes and laughed, and his heart did that thing again, which felt more embarrassing than the obvious bulge straining in his Levi's. For once, his bodyâs ability (or lack thereof) to function was the least of his worries.
âI donât know how much more obvious I can possibly make it,â you said softly. âIâm really into you.â
His brows furrowed. For a second, he thought he might have slipped in the shower, died, and woken up in a very forgiving afterlife. âWhat? Since when?â
You swallowed and chewed your lip sheepishly for a moment. âUm, on and off since Iâve known you, but, like, very much on since graduation.â
It was like a fog had lifted over his memories. The lingering touches and flirty eyes across the rooms. The late nights on the phone, where it felt like talking to Steve was the only place you wanted to be. And, frankly, it had been all he wanted to do too.
Maybe he had been a total idiot this whole time. A dense, oblivious dumb ass who had been ignoring his dream girl because she was one of his best friends first.
Then his brows knit deeper, forming two parallel furrows between your brows. âBut you were just dating Andy.â
You groaned and rolled your eyes. âI was trying to make you jealous, which obviously worked since Robin told me that she caught you pouting.â
Robin. âI didnât pout,â he insisted, but he knew that lying was futile. He had just⌠glared in Andyâs general direction. âOkay, fine. If that was on purpose, Iâm guessing your panty flashing was too.â
That seemed to make you pause. Your head tilted, brows furrowing. âIâm sorry, my what?â
He blanched, embarrassed. âYou know, the time you wore this same skirt, and you got stuck on Keithâs desk. You were messing with me, obviously.â
He could see the gears turning in your mind as you thought back to when youâd gotten stuck on the desk. As soon as the grin split across your features, he wanted to melt right into the shitty couch cushions and die next to the fucked-up spring. âYou think Iâd risk my Empire shirt just to turn you on?â You questioned, frankly offended at the insinuation. When his face went pink with embarrassment, you looked positively giddy. âOh my god, Harrington you pervââ
He had you pinned on your back before you could fully form the insult, planting kisses to your neck. âYouâre so evil,â he mumbled into your throat, lips grazing, soft and wet against your fluttering pulse. Each kiss made you squirm beneath him, which wasnât doing much to help him cool down. âYouâve been driving me crazy, like youâve got some sort of witchy spell on me.â
You giggled, and the sound went straight into the warm, gooey center of himself. âDid it turn you on?â You gasped softly. He groaned as you hooked one of your legs around his thigh and pulled him closer against you, so he was grinding directly against your core.
Did it turn him on? It had led to one of the most humiliating moments of his life, of which there had been many. It was embarrassing, but the sound of your laughter was like a drug to him, so heâd throw himself into the fire for your amusement. âIt turned me on so much that I had to jerk off in the employee bathrooms,â he mumbled against your throat.
That was a dumb thing to admit. A dumb, gross, creepy thing to tell one of your best friends. Your oldest friend! Stupid, stupid Steveâ
âThatâs the sweetest thing Iâve ever heard,â you said finally. One of your hands came up and he shivered as he felt your nails combing through his hair. âBut you could have just told me, dummy. We couldâve run out to my car so I could take care of it for you.â
Just the thought made his hips buck against yours, seeking sweet, sweet friction between your thighs. âDonât say things like that,â he groaned. âIf you talk like that itâll fucking kill me, I swear.â
He pulled back, just to see the sharp, wet glint of your teeth as you smiled up at him. You drove him crazy. Before, it was just in the normal ways, like when you made him give you a ride into the city and didnât give him gas money, or when you drank too much at a party and puked on his new sneakers.
This was new. He felt stricken by some new form of hysteria, where something as tiny as the smallest twitch in your brows made him feel overcome with intense need. Jesus, heâd never been so pent up in his life. He felt the soft pressure of your leg tugging him close again, then the slow roll of your hips against his.
"Fuck," he panted. It was embarrassing, frankly, how gone he already was. He leaned down, capturing your lips with his again, and relished in the slow drag of your tongue against his.
He'd never loved a kiss so much in his life. With you beneath him, grinding up against him and moaning against his lips. The way your tongue felt tangling with his. He got too lost in itâ in the kiss, in your bodies pressing together. After a while, the kissing got lost and it was just the two of you, panting into each others mouths as you slowly ground against each other.
You pulled back firstâ lips kiss-swollen and slick. It took everything in him not to kiss you again.
âSoâŚâ You murmured, peering up at him. When you bit your lip sheepishly, he wanted to bury his face in your throat and groan. He watched, hypnotized, as your tongue slipped out and wet your lips. âEverything definitely feels like it's working like normal.â
He nearly whined as your other hand moved down and palmed him through his jeans. Your fingers pressed against his button, working it undone. He groaned as your hand wriggled past his waistband to grope him through his briefs.
It all felt so good, too good. Your thumb brushed over the damp fabric clinging to his weeping tip and he swore he saw stars. "Ah, just⌠just waitâ" He choked out.
You froze, brow quirked. He could feel his cock twitching in your palm, and tried to think about horrible, disgusting things to keep from coming too soon. Demodogs, Russian torture, Tommy Hagan's gym locker, mopping random kids' puke off of the Scoops Ahoy tile. "What? Is it happening again?"
"No, no, the opposite," he panted. His eyes squeezed shut and he tried to control himself as best as he could, given the circumstances. You showed him a little bit of mercy and slipped you hand free, which he was immensely grateful for.
"So I beat the curse, huh?" You asked with a coy smile. "Becky Martin and Katie Frey can totally suck it."
Steve laughed, despite everything. "Jesus, you are the curse," he said, meeting your gaze. "For the past month, I could only get off if I was thinking about you." He swallowed, feeling vulnerable with you looking up at him. "Like I said⌠witchy spell."
He sat back as you pushed at his shoulders, encouraging him to sit back against the cushions. His eyes widened as you shifted into his lap, the weight of you warm and comfortable there. When he glanced down at where you sat on his lap, where your skirt rode up your thighs, he got a head rush. "You knowâŚ" You trailed off, looping your arms around his neck. "Usually, I'd never sleep with a guy who said I'm a curse."
He groaned as you tugged at the hair at the base of his neck, forcing him to tilt his head back and expose his throat. He laughed weakly, eyes half lidded as he looked at you. "Usually," he echoed.
You nodded and leaned closer, so he could feel the warm buzz of your proximity. Like every cell in his body was vibrating with the desire to just press against you. "Well, someone needs to fix that attitude of yours. You've been really bitchy for the past few weeks." He scoffed at your words, but couldn't fight the smile on his lips.
You sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the toned expanse of his torso. He hummed contentedly as your fingers combed through his chest hair, just exploring the newly exposed skin.
Your hands trailed down, following the trail of dark hair on his tummy that disappeared into his briefs. He swallowed hard as you wrapped your hand around his cock, warm and tight. He wanted to see though. He wanted to look at the way your manicured hand fit around him, so he tugged his pants down and moaned at the sight.
"You must really want this," you murmured, lips twitching up in what he could only recognize as pure triumph. "You're dripping." The pad of your thumb swept over his tip, gathering slick precum to make the glide of your hand smooth.
It didn't take much. Actually, it took a mortifyingly small amount of attention. Your hand just felt so good wrapped around him, and it was the very thing he'd been fantasizing about for the past month. You, in his lap, with your hand around his pulsing cock and your lips on his throat. It couldn't have been more than three pumps of your hand, not even enough time to get a good rhythm, and he was crying out with pretty moans and shooting thick ropes of cum all over his abdomen.
His chest was heaving like he'd just run a marathon as you worked him through it. "Fuck," he panted. "Nnghâ You've gottaâ Ah, fuckâ 's too much." You relented, like a benevolent god, and released him from your grip, so his dick twitched and softened against his stomach.
"Is that how you sounded when you faked it for Katie?" You teased.
"Oh, fuck off," he panted, a smile splitting his features.
When his mind cleared enough to have a little bit of shame, he realized how embarrassing it was that he'd finished so fast. Maybe you were into him for other things, but he didn't want to risk losing you now. So as he hastily tugged his pants back up, he stumbled through an explanation. "I'm not usually, like⌠I mean⌠I do have stamina, typically."
"I actually think it's really sweet, Steve. It's like a compliment." He was going to argue more, then you licked the cum from your fingers to clean it up and he nearly blacked out at the sight. He couldn't wait a second more, he had to have his hands on you.
"Alright, your turn," he said, and before you could say anything, he had you pinned beneath him on the couch again. He worked the buttons of your shirt quickly, until it fell open at your sides. He sat up, just to take in the sight.
"You're so goddamn pretty," he practically groaned. With your shirt undone, he relished in the sight of your tits cupped by white lace. "I don't even wanna take it off."
"Steve," you gasped as his mouth moved down your throat and sternum, until he was planting wet, hot kisses onto the plush of your breasts. He moaned against your chest, propping himself with one arm so he could grope at your tit with his free hand. You keened, arching into the attention, and he relished in your neediness. "I think you should take it off."
Your wish was his command. Not that it was such a difficult ask. He made quick work of the clasp and let you shrug it off and onto the floor. He sat back and really had to fight the urge to whistle at the sight. "Goddamn," he murmured, letting his hands roam up your body and cup your breasts.
You rolled your eyes, but he could see the tiniest bit of bashfulness in your eyes. In the back of his mind, it was kind of weird. Not bad weird, just⌠different. You were the person he went with to the hair salon and watched the Bulls with. It felt odd to have you pinned beneath him, moaning softly as he squeezed the plush of your tits and teased your nipples.
To your credit, you let him take his time. You let his hands wander and explore at his own pace. Your breath hitched as his hands dipped lower, until he was hiking up the fabric of your mini skirt to reveal your panties. Baby blue.
"Oh, fuck you," he groaned, meeting your gaze. "It was on purpose, you liar."
You grinned, and the smug expression you wore made him feel like his chest was going to implode. "I don't know what you're talking about, Steve. Do you really think I'd play mind games to torment you when you're pent up and needy?"
Yes, actually. He huffed and shifted down your body. He felt right at home with your thighs bracketing his head. He pressed a kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh.
The pastel of your panties betrayed just how affected you were, much to his amusement. He ran a thumb over the damp patch at your center and felt your thighs tense on either side of him. "You must really want this," he said with a grin, echoing your previous teasing.
"Jesus, of course I do," you said, breath shuddering as he thumbed at your clit through the sodden fabric. "You're, like, my dream guy, and you're about to go down on me."
Your dream guy. Steve's pulse thrummed as he took it in. You were incredible, way too good for a Hawkins loser who spent his shifts renting video tapes. To be fair, you were also spending your days shelving video tapes, but he always felt like that was a brief stop in your life that you'd move on from.
But if you thought he was good enough to be your dream guy, maybe there was something worthwhile left in him after all.
He kissed your clit through your panties almost reverently. His tongue laved over the fabric and he groaned at the taste of you saturating the cotton. God, you were like heaven. He could have stayed like that for hoursâ just tasting you through your panties. Each lap over your center just soaking the fabric more, until it clung to the shape of your lips like a second skin.
It wasn't enough though, and he was too lost in his desire to be particularly patient. He wanted his tongue on you, in you, licking up every drop of your juices until he made you spill more onto his tongue. He sat up and tugged your panties down, then quickly repositioned himself between your legs with your thighs over his shoulders.
Steve's tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he took in the sight of your pussy. Slick with arousal, twitching with anticipation. He ran his thumb up the seam of you, spreading you open. He relished in the cute twitch of your clit as blew a puff of cool air over your heated, sensitive skin.
"You're really pretty," he murmured. "So wet for me. And so goddamn responsive." He grinned up at you from between your thighs, relishing in the way your tits heaved with each shuddery breath.
His tongue lapped at your center, tasting just how badly you've wanted him. You writhed beneath him, thighs tensing to clamp around his head before he finally just held them apart. He started to taste you in earnest then, lapping up your juices, stroking the bud of your clit with the flat of his tongue.
You tasted so good, practically gushing onto his tongue as he feasted on you. His tongue pressed against your entrance, just barely dipping in so he could feel the way you clenched around the intrusion.
"Fuck, Steve," you panted. Your hips bucked, practically grinding against his mouth. He moaned against you, nuzzling his nose against your clit. "That'sâ ah, fuckâ that's really good."
He smiled against your pussy, giving a few more slow, wet kisses before he sat up. In the dim light of the basement, you could see where his face was slick and shiny with your spit and juices. "Gonna stretch you out a little for me, okay?"
You nodded, propping yourself on your elbows to see him better. He pressed another sweet kiss to your clit before he eased his middle finger into you. If he hadn't already fully recovered from his first orgasm, just the feeling of your walls clenching around his finger would have done it for him.
It took a minute for him to learn your body. Where to touch, what spots inside made your legs shake. You took two fingers easily, squirming as he pressed his fingers against a sensitive, spongy spot. Your eyes rolled back and his head thumped against the arm of the sofa, which made him grin.
"Right there, huh?" He teased. He applied a little more pressure and felt you gush around his fingers. Yeah, right there. He wrapped his lips around your your sensitive clit and sucked until your thighs trembled on either side of him.
"Steve!" You gasped, back arching. Your voice was high and breathy, he'd never heard you so desperate before. He knew you were closeâ he could feel your walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers. "Oh, fuck. Jesus christ, like thatâ Just like thatâ"
When you finally came around his fingers and on his tongue, he had never heard such a perfect sound before. Soft, keening moans and pretty cries of his name. Your clit twitched against his tongue, and when your sweet moans finally turned into overstimulated whimpers, he relented.
You panted, chest heaving breathlessly as you came down from your high. You propped yourself up on your elbows and giggled as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Holy shit," you gasped.
He grinned, crawling up your body to plant a slow, sweet kiss on your lips. He could feel you smiling into the kiss, until his teeth knocked with yours and he had to pull back with a sheepish laugh. "Think you can give me another one?"
You raised a brow. "I can, but do you think you can?"
He laughed. Jesus, he'd been hard since he'd gotten his hands on your tits. "I definitely can."
Your gaze was on him as he stripped the rest of his clothes offâ kicking his socks, jeans and briefs into a messy pile on the floor. For the first time in a long string of hookups, Steve Harrington felt self-conscious under your scrutiny.
"You're staring," he said weakly, feeling heat flood his cheeks. Usually, the second he was undressed he had a partner ready to jump his bones, but you just took in the sight of him.
"Only because you're really hot. You're forgetting that this is the culmination of every teenage fantasy I've ever had," you finally said, shifting to sit up. He hummed contentedly as you ran your hands up his chest then traced over his broad shoulders
"How did this next part go in those fantasies, huh?" He asked.
With a tiny grin, you pushed him back onto the couch, which creaked under his weight. "Well, usually," you began, straddling his hips. "They start like this."
Oh. Steve swallowed, peering up at you with wide eyes. Your hands splayed over his chest, fingers dimpling the muscle of his pecs. He groaned as you gave a slow rock of your hips, gliding your cunt along his length.
You were so wet and warm on top of him, and the precum dribbling from his tip only added to the sticky mess. All he could do was watch, totally slack-jawed as you ground your hips against his.
Well, he could also reach up and play with your tits. So he did. His heart thrummed at the soft and pretty sound that fell past your lips as he tugged and pinched your nipples.
You didn't wait any longer, not that he would have made you. There was something so sexy about the way you took controlâ taking his cock in your hand so you could line him up with your entrance and begin to slowly sink onto him. His hands quickly moved down to your hips, squeezing tight as you took inch after inch.
Jesus, you were taking it like a champ. With your head tossed back and your pussy clenching around his cock, he knew you really fucking loved it. He wanted you to love every bit of it.
"That's it," Steve goaded, the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips. "Just a little more, honey. You've got it."
You moaned, lips parted as you sunk down. Warm, wet, tight until you were fully seated. A furrow formed between your brows as you stilled, accommodating to the size of him. "Fuck," you breathed, fingers tensing on his chest.
He wanted to squirm, to buck his hips deeper, to force you to finally move. But he could behave, he could let you have this. You gave a slow roll of your hips and he groaned, squeezing your hips tighter. "You doing okay?"
A cocky smile broke across your lips, and when you laughed he felt your walls squeeze around him. "I'm doing great," you said, punctuation your words with another slow grind. "I'm just trying to make sure you can last long enough to enjoy it."
His cheeks went hot with embarrassment and arousal, the smirk faded into mild offense. "Don't be cute. I'm fine."
"Yeah?" You began to move faster, your thighs colliding with his with each bounce onto him. You took him as deep as you could, then rose up until he was just about to slip out of you, only to slam back down. In, out, in, out, in, out. "Is this what you've been thinking about every time you jerked off?"
Had he thought of this? And then some. Steve had learned that he could be very creative when he needed to be. "Something like it," He managed, eyes squeezing shut as you gave a particularly sinful swivel of your hips.
He groaned, head falling back, neck bared as you rode him within an inch of his life. At least, that's what it felt like. Pretty moans and soft ah, ah, ahs slipped past your lips like his cock was punching them out of you. He moved his hands, grabbing your ass like he had any semblance of control over what you were doing to him.
Who the fuck taught you to ride dick like this? And should he thank them or murder them?
"Fuck, Steve," you panted. "Should've known you'd feel this good. No wonder you have a fucking harem around you."
He didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think about another girl ever again. In one steady motion, he had you pinned to the couch. From beneath him, he relished in the way your eyes went wide with surprise. He didn't just feel good, he was good. He wanted you to know how good he was for you, how good he could make you feel.
"You feel goddamn perfect," he groaned. As soon as the compliment passed his lips, he felt you squeeze around him, pussy fluttering as he drove into you again and again. "So wet and tight, so pretty. Can't believe I've wasted my time when you've been right here."
Steve moved his mouth to your throat, licking and sucking and biting at all of the soft skin there. He wanted to leave a mark. He wanted Andy to show up to Family Video the next day so he could beg for a second chance, only to see you'd already moved on.
But he couldn't focus too much on vindictive pettiness when you were so beautiful beneath him, with your eyes wide and full of so much want. Had he ever felt so wanted before? So needed? Your legs wrapped around him, heels digging in to drive him deeper.
His thrusts slowed, until he was buried deep inside of you and grinding nice and slow, rubbing against the soft, sensitive spots inside of you that made you drip around his cock.
It was then that he pulled back, meeting your gaze as he ground into you. Your eyes fluttered, rolling until he saw the whites of them. "Jesus Christ," you gasped. "Fuck, Steve, just like that. Feels s'good."
He grinned, preening at your praise. He propped himself up on one arm, then snaked the other between your bodies, so he could rub at your clit. The second his thumb rubbed over the slick bundle of nerves, your walls squeezed around him so tight he could hardly move.
You cried out prettily, nails cutting into the meat of his back. "Just a little more, yeah?" He cooed. He moved his thumb a little faster, feeling the way your clit twitched against the pressure.
"Fuckâ" You gasped. "Steve, god, don't stop, pleaseâ"
He could feel that the band was going to snap. Your gasping breaths and whiny moans were as much of an indicator as the fluttery way your walls clamped down on him.
Steve wasn't much better off. He could sense his impending orgasm like the buzz of lightning about to strike. A tightly wound spring, a dam about to burst. But, god, he wanted to feel you cum first. "C'mon, I've got you, sweetheart. Just give it to me."
It was a goddamn miracle that you came when you didâ crying out nice and pretty as you clenched around him like a vise. The sound of his name falling from your lips, with your body enveloping him like you were made to⌠it was everything he'd been craving for the past month. Probably longer, if he was honest with himself.
He barely managed to work you through your orgasm before it all became too much. He pulled out and spilled onto your tummy with a guttural moan.
"Fuck," he panted, collapsing onto you. He should have been disgusted about the warm slickness of his cum sandwiched between your bodies, but he was so sated that he couldn't bring himself to care. "Was it okay for you?"
Steve propped himself up on his elbow so he could look at you. God, you were pretty. You'd always been pretty, but right now you looked so perfect.
You bit your lip and nodded. "Yeah, it was great," you replied. "Really great, actually. I guess it was okay for you too, considering I'm glazed with your cum right now."
He laughed sheepishly and rolled his eyes. "Shut up."
The two of you dressed in comfortable silence, mopping yourselves clean of fluids and sweat with a few towels sitting on top of the washing machine⌠that promptly went right back in for another clean.
You hopped on top of the machine when it was running, peering over at where Steve stood. "Penny for your thoughts?" You asked. He glanced over and his heart thrummed. Even in shitty lounge wear with your hair pulled back in a banana clip, you looked like a supermodel.
"Just thinking about work tomorrow," he confessed. Your brows knit in confusion as you looked at him. Work? Now? "I don't know how we're going to share a shift without me going absolutely crazy and wanting to get my hands on you. Especially now that I know that I can."
You grinned, and Jesus, he wanted to just jump your bones again. "Well, it's just you and me on the schedule tomorrow," you reminded him. "Maybe we close at lunch so you can help me with restocks? Just to make sure your problem is completely solved. I don't want you relapsing."
He knew there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd ever have a problem getting hard again. Not with you around, looking like the finest goddamn thing to ever set foot in Hawkins, Indiana. "Might as well," he said. "Just to be sure."
thank you so much for reading! i can't believe this has been in the works since 2023 and i FINALLY found the motivation to finish it!! i really hope you enjoyed, i had so much fun with this plotline :) let me know what you think!!
No one knows you and your best friend Steve are a thing. In fact, everyone is very much under the impression that Steve is still in love with Nancy. When Nancy calls while Steve is in your bed, you have to keep your secret - and Steve isnât making it easy.
Warnings:
Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), exhibitionism?, minor s5ep1 spoilers
Word Count: 4.9k
A/N:
wow it feels SO GOOD to be back! i am so happy to have finally finished something and for it to be s5 steve is just đŽâđ¨ i hope you enjoy! thank you @punkrockmlchael for my beautiful banner and @feral4youu for reading and always hyping me up! and i guess thank you syd for the idea but you donât need a bigger ego smh (i love you)
The tapping on your bedroom window came at 10pm, like clockwork.
You could see Steveâs goofy smile through the glass, waving to you from where he was crouched in the bushes outside. You couldnât help but laugh as you climbed off your bed, making your way over and lifting the window.
Steve climbed inside with a little less grace than he had when he was 16 sneaking into girlsâ rooms after their parents had gone to bed. His ass hit the ground with a low thud before he lifted himself, brushing off his jeans and pushing up the sleeves of his pullover.
âKind of crazy I still have to climb through your window like weâre a couple of teenagers,â Steve said quietly, resting his hands on your hips and pulling you close.
âYeah, well,â you said, plucking a twig from his hair before brushing your fingers through it. His eyes fell closed at the feeling, smiling contentedly. âMy parents still think Iâm a child.â
And no one even knew you and Steve were together yet.
After years of being best friends - strictly platonic - no one thought twice about how close you and Steve were. Everyone knew Steve had harbored feelings for Nancy for years, and thought he still did. It got to the point where Steve and Jonathan argued constantly because he thought Steve was trying to win Nancy back.
Truthfully, that was just Steve. He was a bit of a show-off.
When things between you and Steve had turned into more a few months ago, it hadnât exactly been your intention to keep it a secret. But with the end of the world scenario Hawkins was currently living, no one was paying that much attention to what the two of you were doing.
And it was kind of nice. Like your own little world.
Steve pulled you closer until your body was pressed against his, his large hands sliding around to grip your ass over the tiny shorts you were wearing. He bent down, his breath fanning across your cheek, making you shiver. He pressed his lips to your neck, and without even thinking about it you tilted your head to the side, giving him more access.
âItâs kind of exciting, though,â he mumbled against the skin of your neck. Your breaths came a little harder, your eyes closing. âSneaking aroundâŚâ His fingertips danced up the backs of your thighs, pushing up the hem of your shorts until they grazed the curve of your ass, the edge of your panties. âHaving to stay quiet when I fuck you.â
âSteveâŚâ you breathed, hands coming up to rest on his chest. You still werenât used to the way he made you feel now. The way he made your head spin, your lungs ache, the throbbing between your thighs when he spoke to you like this. There was nothing friendly about the things he did to you.
He murmured your name back in return, and it sent a shiver up your spine. His teeth grazed the skin of your neck, and you drew in a gasp, hands tightening into fists in his shirt.
Steve moved, walking you back towards your bed. When your legs hit the edge of the mattress, you fell down onto it, bouncing softly on the plush material. Your room hadnât changed much since you were younger, despite your 20th birthday having just passed. You still had the same white frilly pillowcases and fluffy pink duvet. You had been embarrassed about it the first time Steve came over, but there was something he liked about taking you apart piece by piece on that stupid bed.
You moved back to lay on the pillows while Steve kicked his sneakers off. He didnât take his eyes off you, crawling onto the edge of the bed, running his hand slowly from your ankle up to your thigh. He squeezed the plush of your thigh, pushing your legs apart and crawling between them.
The rough denim of his jeans rubbed against the backs of your thighs as he settled there. He leaned over your body, hand moving up to your hip, then beneath your t-shirt, tracing over the skin of your stomach with an unexpected reverence. His calloused fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin of your sides next, and you exhaled a shaky breath, the sensation like ice through your veins.
âYouâre so pretty,â Steve murmured, and you werenât sure if he was telling you or just noting it to himself. He pushed your t-shirt up just to the bottom of your breasts, pressing featherlight kisses against your stomach. His lips trailed higher, smirking as he felt how hard you were breathing. He pulled back, looking down at you - how did you look so wrecked already?
Disappointed by the loss of his touch, you opened your eyes. âWhyâd you stop?â you asked, the pout on your pretty lips making Steveâs own pull into that cocky smirk you knew all too well.
âYouâre needy tonight,â he observed, thumb tracing circles over your hip. You could tell it was boosting his ego, which he really didnât need. âIâve barely even touched you yet.â
âDonât flatter yourself,â you said, although even Steve could see how weak the protest was. Even though Steve was your boyfriend now - you were still getting used to that - you often fell into that playful bickering from years of friendship. âYouâre not that good.â
Steve planted a hand by your shoulder, leaning back over your body. Any teasing died on your lips the second his body pressed into yours, and you couldnât help the moan that escaped when you felt his hot tongue against your neck, right over your pulse point. Your hand shot up to grasp at his bicep, clinging to him tightly.
You could feel the smirk against your skin. âI bet youâre already so wet,â he murmured. He pressed his lips to your neck, nuzzling his nose against the curve between your neck and shoulder. âI bet if I touch you right now, Iâll see just how good I am at getting you worked up.â
âChrist, Steve,â you breathed. As much as you wanted to tease him, to make him work for it, you couldnât hide what he was doing to you. Your body was reacting to every touch, every word, to an almost embarrassing level.Â
His free hand slid back down your side until he reached the waistband of your shorts. He relished in the little gasp you let out when he slipped his hand beneath, into the lace panties you had put on specifically for him, his thick fingers gently tracing through your folds.
âOh,â he groaned, feeling the proof of everything youâd tried to deny. âGod, baby, youâre soaked.â He pulled back to look down at you, his hazel eyes burning into yours with an intensity that hadnât been there minutes before. âJust for me, huh?â
He pressed his fingers against your clit, already swollen and throbbing with need, and there was no way you could have denied it even if you wanted to.
âUh huh,â you moaned, looking up at him with every ounce of desire written clear across your face. It nearly took Steveâs breath away, how perfect you looked. He was straining against his jeans so hard it was starting to hurt, desperate to free himself and fuck you already.Â
âYou make me so hard,â he muttered, his hand moving down until his index finger was pressed against your entrance. Your body thrummed with anticipation, craving to be filled by him in some way, any way, and you could see on his face that he was going to give you exactly what you wantedâ
The phone rang, shrill and startling in the charged atmosphere of your bedroom.
âShit,â you cursed, letting out a deep sigh. Steve pulled his hand from your shorts, sitting back on his knees with a huff and the disappointed look of someone who had just dropped his whole ice cream cone on the ground.
You leaned over the bed to your nightstand, lifting the phone from the receiver. You and Steve exchanged a look before you pressed the phone to your ear. âHello?â
Your name came through the other end of the line in an exasperated breath. âGod, itâs been a day.â
You sat up a little, leaning back against the pillows. âHey, Nance,â you said, meeting Steveâs eyes. He raised his eyebrows, staying silent. âWhatâs up?â
âI am just so tired of guys, to be honest with you,â Nancy said, letting out what sheâd clearly been holding in for a while. âI swear Jonathan just turns into thisâŚthis caveman when Steve is around! Itâs like the smart, sensitive guy I fell for is just gone, and all he cares about is winning me, like Iâm someâŚobject.â
The speaker on the phone was loud, letting Steve hear every word she said. He chuckled quietly, and you rolled your eyes, kicking his thigh lightly. You didnât understand the rivalry Steve had with Jonathan. It seemed like Steve just thought it was funny to piss him off.
âYeah, itâs stupid,â you agreed, trying to give Nancy your attention even while Steve was being as annoying as possible, tickling your feet. You kicked at him again, and he laughed, dodging out of the way. He moved in to kiss your cheek, flopping down on the pillows next to you. âUmâŚâ You tried to tune Steve out, because he was being incredibly distracting. âHave you talked to him about it?â
A sigh. âOf course. But you know he wonât admit anything. He wonât admit heâs jealous of Steve.â
Steve looked way too smug for his own good. You ignored him, holding a hand up to block out his face. He snatched your hand, placing a kiss against your palm. âOf course he wonât. Heâs a man.â You glanced over at Steve, who looked mock offended at that.
âAnd donât even get me started on Steve.â
You froze at that. Steve raised his eyebrows at you, looking even more amused by the turn the conversation was taking.
âOh, yeah,â you said weakly, because you werenât really sure what else to say.
âI know heâs your best friend,â Nancy said, as if she hadnât talked to you about Steve countless times before. âBut I wish he would just move on. We dated years ago, and it didnât work out. I just wish he wouldâŚI donât knowâŚget over me.â
You and Steve exchanged amused smiles at that - because she had no idea how much Steve had already moved on. âMaybe he just needs to meet someone,â you said, fighting back the giggle as Steveâs lips began brushing over your neck again, down to your collarbone. You swatted at his arm half-heartedly, although you didnât really want him to stop.
âIâm starting to worry he never will,â Nancy said. âAnd I care about Steve, I hate to break his heart, but itâs just not going to happen.â
Your breath hitched as Steveâs lips trailed down your body again. As he reached your stomach, pushing your shirt up again and kissing above the waistband of your shorts, you looked down at him with furrowed brows. The mischief gleaming in those hazel eyes was familiar, but rarely a good thing.
âYeah,â you said, your voice more breathy than you intended when Steve spread your legs, his lips pressing against your inner thigh. Your jaw dropped when his teeth scraped against the sensitive skin, your head falling back on the pillows. Was he fucking insane?
If Nancy noticed how distracted you were, she didnât say anything. âI mean, heâs a great guy and all,â she went on, âYou know that. Iâm sure heâs gonna make some girl very happy one day.â
You looked down, making eye contact with Steve as he smirked up at you, slipping his fingers beneath the top of your shorts and sliding them down your legs. A flush crept onto your skin, the room all of a sudden feeling much hotter. Steve placed another kiss on your thigh before he leaned forward, pressing his lips against your clit through the lace of your panties. Your free hand tightened in the sheets. âY-Yeah, for sure.â
âHeâs handsome, funny, sweet, romantic. He loves his grand gestures.â
Steve looked far too smug as he listened to her praises, but he was focused on his mission. He stuck out his tongue, licking your folds through the already soaked material of your panties. You drew in a sharp breath, fighting back the urge to groan. âYeah, heâsâŚheâs great.â
âBut he can also just be a totalâŚmeathead!â
You looked down at Steve then, holding back a laugh. âOh, yeah, for sure.â It was his turn to roll his eyes at you, but all thoughts of teasing vanished from your brain as he slipped the lace off your body, leaving you bare for him. The cool air against your wet pussy had you clenching your thighs together, but Steve spread them again, looking down at you like he was starving and ready to absolutely devour you.
âI mean, honestly,â she went on as Steve nuzzled against your core, his nose brushing against your clit in a way that made your whole body jolt. âEverything has to be a competition for my attention. It was so stupid, him and Jonathan racing each other up the radio tower. They could have gotten hurt, but all they cared about was showing off for me, like Iâm going to pick the âstrongest manâ, or whatever they think women want.â
Listening to Nancy talk about Steve trying to impress her almost made you giggle. Steve loved to show off, that was for sure, but Nancy was definitely getting the wrong idea. You bit back a grin at the memory of how Steve had fucked you from behind in the WSQK supply closet after, hard and fast with the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.
âSo stupid,â you agreed. You had to slap your hand over your mouth when you felt Steveâs tongue finally delving between your folds, greedily tasting every inch of you, how sweet and wet you were. His fingers dug tightly into your thighs, fighting back his own groan of pleasure.
âLike a couple of neanderthals,â Nancy sighed. âAnd itâs making Jonathan into a total pain. Heâs just moody all the time now, and itâs because Steve keeps provoking him. I mean, I know youâre close, but donât you think Steve can be such aâŚa total ass?â
âOh yeah, a total ass,â you said. Steve quickly wiped the playful grin off your face when he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking, his fingers sliding between your folds again. The whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you bit down on your hand hard enough to leave a mark when he pressed a long finger inside of you.
Your hips lifted off the bed, grinding against his face and hand like you were desperate for more of whatever heâd give you. He groaned so quietly you could barely hear it, but the vibrations against your aching clit had your thighs trembling. He slowly grinded his hips against the bed while he lapped at your cunt, a second finger sliding into you and curling deep inside.
Your hand with the phone dropped out to your side, Nancyâs voice still somehow audible as she continued on with her rant. You grabbed one of your pillows, holding it over your face and burying your moan in the stupid frilly pillowcase, heat coiling low in your belly. God, he was going to make you cum so hard with that stupid mouth of his.
Steve flicked his tongue over your clit again, fucking his fingers in deep until he was hitting that spot over and over again with a level of precision that only came with experience. It almost pissed you off, how quickly and perfectly Steve could make you fall apart.
Your orgasm was building fast. Your back was arching, body writhing on the bed, breaths coming in hot and heavy. Your thighs trembled around his head, and you let go of the phone to tangle your fingers in his messy hair, giving a sharp tug that made him groan even louder this time.
The vibrations from his moaning, his tongue working over your sensitive clit, and his thick fingers fucking you hard and deep were bringing you to the edge faster than you cared to admit, but it was the whimper he let out as he grinded his cock down hard against the bed that was your undoing.
You let go of his hair, both hands gripping the pillow and holding it tight over your face as you let out the most desperate, needy moans, loud enough that the whole house would have heard you. Steve worked you through it, making sure he drew out every last bit of pleasure, every tremor from your body, tongue working slowly now as he brought you back to earth.
The phone call had gone completely forgotten, until you heard Nancy calling your name over the line.
You pushed the pillow away, grabbing the handset and bringing it back to your ear. âSorry, my mom needed something,â you said quickly, praying Nancy hadnât heard any of the noises you had just made.
âOh, itâs fine, I have to get going anyways. But Iâll see you tomorrow!â
You tried to catch your breath as relief flooded your body. âYeah, of course. Goodnight, Nance.â
âNight!â
The line went dead, and your body visibly relaxed. Thank god she hadnât noticed anything weird. Steve was still kissing your thighs, his hazel eyes looking up at you from between your legs with an intensity that made your heart thud hard against the wall of your chest.
The second the phone was back on the receiver, Steve crashed his lips to yours like he couldnât take it for another second. You could taste yourself on his tongue when he licked into your mouth, kissing you in the most filthy, needy way. He bit at your bottom lip and you moaned, fingers digging into his biceps. He rutted his hips against your thigh as he kissed you, and you could feel every inch of him through the tight denim.
He pulled back from your body, lips and chin still wet with your release and his eyes glazed over with lust. He took in the sight of you, so wrecked and beautiful, laying there in nothing but the loose t-shirt you had stolen from his closet at some point.
âGod, look at you,â he muttered. His fingertips traced over your skin with the kind of reverence reserved for something holy. âJesus. Youâre unreal.â
You wanted to scold him for the stunt heâd pulled while you were on the phone, wanted to tell him that was risky and stupid and would have been so embarrassing if Nancy had figured it out, but those thoughts quickly disappeared when he grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to your bedroom floor. You almost moaned as your eyes shamelessly raked over his chest, all lean muscle covered by that thick, dark hair you were way more into than you ever expected to be.
âSee something you like?â he teased, calloused palm pushing your t-shirt up your body until your tits were exposed. Your nipples hardened in the air and he brushed his fingers over the stiff peaks of them, making you shudder.
âSteveâŚâ you said, breathing his name like a plea.Â
âYeah, baby?â he asked, eyes never leaving your chest. He gripped your breast in his left hand, squeezing it - fit so perfectly in his hand, he thought - his thumb rubbing over your nipple.
âI need you,â you admitted in a whine. You hated letting him see how badly he affected you, because it always went straight to his big head, but you couldnât help it. You pushed your hips down, grinding against his thigh, desperate for his touch even though heâd just made you cum on his tongue and fingers minutes ago.
âFuck,â he hissed, pulling back from you as if heâd been burned. His hands moved to his jeans at lightning speed, the clink of his belt buckle loud in the quiet of the bedroom as he undid it as fast as he could. âI canât- shit, I need to fuck you right now.â
He shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go, groaning as his thick, aching cock was finally freed. He kicked his pants off to the floor, wrapping a hand around himself and giving his cock a few quick strokes as he stared down at your body. He was so worked up from what youâd done, his tip flushed red and a drop of precum beading at his slit that made your mouth water.
Steve leaned over your body, leaning his weight on one strong arm planted above your shoulder while his other dragged the head of his cock through your folds. âI bet you liked that, didnât you?â he said, his voice a low growl in your ear.
It took you a minute to realize heâd asked you a question, too busy focusing on the feeling of his cock pressing against your entrance, wishing he would just take you already. When he didnât give you what you wanted, you opened your eyes, looking up at him. âWhat?â
âI said, I bet you liked that,â Steve murmured, pushing his cock inside just barely, not even a full inch, making you whimper as he pulled back out, âI bet you liked having to stay quiet so Nancy wouldnât know what I was doing to you.â He dragged himself back up through your wetness, pressing against your clit. You drew in a gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders.
âSteveââ you said, as firmly as you could manage when every nerve ending in your body felt like it was on fire. âYou shouldnât have done that, it was riskyââ
âYour body doesnât lie,â he hummed, leaning down to kiss along your collarbone, his tongue teasing your skin before sucking a mark onto the delicate flesh. âYou were soaking my fingers, baby. I could feel you clenching around me every time you had to stay quiet.â
You shuddered beneath him, like his words sent a chill through you. All you could do was let out a quick exhale as you felt him at your tight hole again, and he gently rubbed his nose against your jawline, breathing in the scent of your body wash combined with the smell of sex.
âNo one knows how fuckinâ filthy you are,â he groaned, his low voice rumbling against your skin. âNo one knows how much you love getting fucked. No one but me.â
He moved his hips forward in a slow roll, his cock sinking into you inch by agonizing inch. You keened at the feeling, his cock stretching you out â more like splitting you open â and Steve groaned low in his throat, your tight heat enveloping his length like fucking heaven.
âOh, fuck,â you rasped once he was fully seated inside you. Your thighs were shaking, and Steve gripped the plush skin, hiking your leg around his waist. His forehead dropped against yours, both breathing heavily as he rolled his hips against you, setting a pace that was slow but deep, punching the air from your lungs with each press.
Steve kissed you, only sweet for a moment before it turned hungry, bruising, massaging his tongue against yours and sucking your lower lip into his mouth. You whimpered, and Steveâs hips bucked forward, grunting against your lips as he lost his rhythm already.
âFuck,â he hissed, pulling back to admire your body as he fucked into you. He couldnât hold back anymore, hips rutting hard and fast against yours, watching your tits bounce with every thrust. Your bed creaked beneath the movements, joining the sound of the breathy moans you exchanged, his skin meeting yours. âYouâre so fucking tight and hot â the best pussy Iâve ever had, baby, I swear to godââ
Your head dropped back, crying out as you felt that delicious drag of Steveâs thick cock in your velvety walls. Every ridge and vein of him, the way he was so big and curved just right, and he always knew the angle to fuck you at to hit that spot every single time.
âYeah,â he gasped. âOh, shit. Fuck, that turned you on, didnât it baby?â His voice was a low rasp, and he grabbed your wrists with his free hand, pinning them above your head. The way it stretched your body pushed your tits out, and Steve groaned at the sight, momentarily distracted. âI think you like the idea of getting caught with me. Iâve never felt you so fuckinâ wet, Christ.â
As much as you wanted to deny his words, your body reacted on its own, pussy throbbing around his cock, making his pace falter and a choked moan break from his lungs.
âYou donât even have to tell me,â he grunted, wearing his best cocky smirk, although the flush on his cheeks and the way his features kept twisting into pleasure gave away how weak he was for you, too. âYouâreâ oh, shitââ
He let go of your wrists to grab your thigh and hold you open wider, sinking somehow deeper. You bit down on your lip so hard you tasted blood, trying not to be loud enough for your parents to come knocking. Steveâs tongue darted out to lick his lips as he looked down at you, the sweat shining on your skin, your furrowed brows and parted lips, the tiny little moans he was pulling from you with every movement.
âYou are so fucking hot,â he groaned, almost to himself. âSo beautiful. Fucking perfect. Made for me.â
âYours,â you agreed, and the word had barely left your mouth before he was crashing his lips back onto yours, both moaning into the kiss, breathing each otherâs air until your head spun.
You raked your nails down his back, long red scratches blooming against his freckled skin. Steve moaned raggedly, hips stuttering as he cursed out a breathy âFuck,â against your lips.
Steve leaned back on his knees, his hands sliding down your sides before reaching your hips, holding onto you with a bruising grip. He pulled your hips down against his thrusts, using your body to chase his own pleasure, the muscles in his neck and chest tightening as he felt that familiar electricity crackling up his spine.
âSay my name, baby,â He rasped. He was so close. âI wanna know whoâs making you feel this good.â
âSteve,â you moaned, reaching up and grabbing onto your pillows, desperate for some kind of leverage as you felt yourself about to fall over the edge. âOh, godâ fuckâ Steve!â
Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head as it hit you like a wave, pleasure washing over your body like youâd never felt before. You buried your face in the pillow, muffling the scream you let out as your body tightened around him, squeezing his cock tight within your walls.
âOh, sh- fuck!â
Steveâs body pitched forward with the intensity of his orgasm, catching himself on his right arm, his left hand gripping so tightly onto your thigh you knew there would be bruises. His hips stuttered against you, his cock pulsing inside your tight walls, filling you with every drop of his cum until he had nothing left.
He stayed buried in you, relishing in the feeling, before he finally pulled out, laying on the bed next to you. He was breathing hard as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against his sweaty chest.
You looked up at him, carding your hand through his messy hair. He hummed, leaning into your touch. He grabbed your wrist as you went to pull away, pulling you closer and kissing you with a surprising amount of tenderness after what youâd just done.
He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes with that grin that just screamed Steve and emotion clear as day in his hazel eyes. âI love you.â
Your heart raced, the way he was looking at you sending heat through your veins in a whole different way from before. âI love you too, Steve.â
His hand rested on your hip, tracing slow circles on your skin. âMaybe we should tell people. About us.â
âYeah?â you asked, hand trailing through the hair on his chest. âYou want that?â
âI do,â he said, leaning forward to place a kiss against your forehead. âWe probably shouldnât let Nancy keep thinking Iâm obsessed with her when Iâm doing this with you.â
You laughed, the memory of the phone call with Nancy making your cheeks heat with embarrassment. âOkay,â you agreed. âWeâll tell people.â
The idea of going public with Steve, everyone knowing you were much more than friends after years of insisting and proving otherwise, was a little scary. But more than that, you were excited. You wanted to be able to be affectionate with Steve in front of your friends. To kiss him, to hold his hand, to let everyone know how much you loved him.
âDoes that mean youâre finally gonna leave Jonathan alone now that he knows youâre not after Nancy?â you asked with a teasing smile.
He looked down at you, his brows furrowed with the level of sass only Steve Harrington could achieve. âNow, I never said that.â
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