santi's journal: After the break up, Santiago is advised to write a journal to deal with his feelings, an exercise that brings back memories and, maybe, a new hope for your relationship.
miguel o'hara x reader
a very good idea: After your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, you break up with him, who tells you nobody else is willing to be with you like him. You decide to prove him wrong, with a little help from a new friend.
dear reader: Miguel took the reader’s love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when it’s too late…Or is it?
poe dameron x reader
now that we don't talk: After being rejected by Poe, the two of you are assigned a mission together. And a lot can happen during a mission.
frankie morales x reader
second best: Frankie is put on the spot by the guys, who want to know if he would date you or not. He feels bad about his answer, but not as bad when he hears yours.
warnings: slight angst, love confessions, childhood-friends-to-lovers, talks of future, fluff
The future was nearing, and Steve had to make some decisions fast before he lost what mattered most
You had known Steve since forever, he was your ride or die. Now was the time people usually grew apart from their childhood best friends, focusing on moving away and finding careers. In time, people would reminisce on their younger days, the faint memories of having no worries and growing up with the friends they once shared all their secrets with.
But you weren’t ready for that, who said you just had to forget? Ageing into adulthood shouldn’t have rules, you didn’t want to leave your Steve behind and chase a life you didn’t even know what to do with yet.
And Steve definitely didn’t know what to do with his, he simply peaked in high school and when everyone matured he was left behind feeling lost. He feared the day you would realize how much of a loner he truly was, and leave him for a better friend, for someone else.
There were so many expectations that were set upon his shoulders at a young age, his dad always lectured him about joining the family business and making him proud for once. About leaving Hawkins and finding more, but Steve didn’t want any of that. He knew what he wanted, he was just too scared to admit it to the person who mattered most.
On a night when you didn’t want to feel the impending doom of your future, and your anxious thoughts that never turned off for a moment, you called Steve and asked to go on your regular outings together that always made the world pause for a moment.
Maybe this would be the last time you would hang out like this, before things actually start getting crazy, and you both needed to start making some scary decisions. But for one night, just for tonight, you could feel like a normal girl who was enthralled by her best friend.
Steve picked you up in his car, and at first it felt like there wasn’t a particular destination you were heading.
“Need to take your mind off something?” Steve turned his head towards you for a second.
“You have no idea…” you sighed out, shaking your head.
Your hands were interlocked in a tight grip, he squeezed once, you thought nothing about it, your friendship was built on supporting each other in your times of need and Steve was being your anchor.
Then Steve started taking a familiar route, one you forgot about years ago. But Steve never forgot anything when it came to you, the shape of your smile, the pitch of your laugh, how soft you looked at him.
He slowed the car down, and eventually you pulled up outside the outskirts of Hawkins, where you used to come during your early teen years. The hill overlooked the whole town, where the stars hung above. It made you feel so big, like you actually had control for once in your life, which is why you visited it so often.
You and Steve got out of the car, and he slowly placed his hands on your hips lifting you up onto the roof of it. You admired the view, the quiet of the streets and the glow shining from above on your home. Steve pushed himself up, and scooted closer besides you.
No one spoke for a moment, because speaking would break the meaning of silence you both understood. “You know, this might be the last time we come here.” You didn’t turn towards Steve, keeping your eyes forward.
“It doesn’t have to be,” Steve whispered, his voice breaking off.
He knew better though, he could keep lying to himself but things wouldn’t be like they used to. It suddenly dawned on Steve that he was about to lose you, and if he didn’t act fast you would slip away quicker than he could blink. Steve has lost many things in his life, but losing you wouldn’t be something he could forget and bury down somewhere deep inside.
His future wouldn’t exist without you, you were no longer his friend he came to whenever he needed a break. You were his soulmate, the only one in the universe who could understand him better than himself. It wasn’t just warmth in his chest that he felt around you, it was love.
“Steve, we don’t have forever anymore.” You shook your head, lying to yourself would only make the pain harder later on.
“I had this dream — you know.” Steve started. “One I used to make up when things felt…worse than they were. I wanted a family, not like the one I grew up in.” He paused, feeling vulnerable for the first time in front of you.
“A proper family, that had dinner together, and went to the park every Saturday.” Steve looks down at his hands nervously fidgeting his hands around.
“I wanted kids, six little nuggets, that actually make the house feel alive and not just an empty home.” A smile tugged at his lips, getting lost in the middle of it.
“I wanted to go on road trips every summer, pack them all in a big trailer that I’d drive around the country in, we would visit the Grand Canyon, wherever they wanted, and they wouldn’t feel trapped in Hawkins. Not like I did.”
The words sat in the air for a moment, you didn’t know when you started looking at him, but you were staring barely breathing. You never knew, how long had he been thinking about this? It didn’t sound bad, it felt realistic, something worth living for.
Steve finally let out a shaky breath, but before he could regret saying too much — he took the chance.
“I know, it a dumb dream.” He took a glance at you, terrified of your reaction before looking back out at the stars.
“But to me — it was everything. I don’t want to settle down with just anyone that could give me the life I want.” Steve built up the courage to look you in the eyes this time, spilling everything out without hesitation.
“I need someone that gets me, someone I can rely on when things start weighing down, who doesn’t leave.”
He looked between your eyes, waiting for you to laugh, to not take him seriously and ask if this was some prank. But when you didn’t, he wanted nothing more than to just reach out.
“Someone who’s been there all alone.”
You felt like all the air had been punched out of your chest, were you interpreting things wrong? But the look Steve was giving you confirmed all the questions swarming your head.
“It’s not just a dream.” You shook your head.
“It’s beautiful Steve, you should get to choose a life for yourself.” You were the one who reached out first, bringing his hand into your lap without your gaze wavering.
“I don’t want to live it without you.” Steve couldn’t hold back anymore, he leaned just a tiny bit closer until your senses were overwhelmed by him. The sight of his face being so close to yours, his scent that brought you comfort, the warmth of his touch radiating from his hand that was enveloped in yours, the sound of his words that had so much meaning, how his lips would taste like against yours.
“I want to be able to fit into your life. To touch you like you’re someone special to me, not just a friend.” Steve admitted everything now.
You didn’t know whether to cry or smile, the love you felt for him was so strong it had been masked under friendship this whole time. But now you deserved to feel like someone’s first choice, Steve was choosing you, and you were going to choose him back.
“I love you,” was the only thing you could get out. “I’ve always loved you Steve, and I want nothing more than to be the one you live your dream with.” You confessed quietly but with so much emotion in your heart.
Steve smiled so wide for the first time in weeks, and without waiting for another second he brought you into the softest of kisses. It only lasted a short moment though, before Steve muttered against your lips, “I love you more.”
You laughed, and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him as close as possible. Steve’s dream didn’t just have to be a childish imagination anymore, it would be shared. And there was no one else he wanted to live it all together with.
request: reader is Steve’s ex situationship before all that Nancy thing and they ended up things real bad bc of this. now, with the whole scoops ahoy scenario, king steve reputation being a mess and billy causing trouble in Hawkins, they reunite again when reader is working at the mall as well
Thank you for requesting! I made reader Dustin’s sister to spice it up more 🤌
Steve was the one who broke your heart back then, but he never stopped loving you
Working at the starcourt cinema was bad enough, but having to work directly across Steve Harrington? Even worse. In your defense you didn’t even know it before filling out the job application, it was only after during your first shift when you caught the sight of Steve in his little sailor uniform at scoops ahoy.
You had mentally groaned, of course this had to happen to you, silently cursing the universe for its twisted ways of bringing two people back to each other. The problem was that throughout your freshman and sophomore years of high school, you and Steve had started an on and off relationship. You didn’t know if you could even call it that.
It had begun as a playful fling, when you had some extra time after school, then it developed into Steve sneaking into your bedroom late into the night. And somewhere along the way, it started getting serious, the longing glances he’d give you right before leaving, the silent wishes that you would see him before first period started.
Then, when he got into the whole ‘king Steve’ persona, Tommy H had convinced him that he was too good for you, that you were a nobody, and just like that—Steve had pulled away.
He hadn’t even given you a warning, just stopped showing up, and honestly you should’ve expected it, so from that day on, you grew a hatred for Steve Harrington.
Then Nancy Wheeler came. And that’s when it hit you hard, when you saw Steve lovingly embracing her in the halls, like she wasn’t someone to hide—not like you. You had spent the whole night crying into your pillow, only allowing yourself that moment to let it all out, before letting go.
Though you didn’t know what was coming next, when your sweet younger brother Dustin had informed you that he was now buddies with Steve. The rage moved through your body like a storm, physically having to stop yourself from hitting someone. First he took your heart, then your brother, now you would have to spend the whole summer facing him—was he taunting you?
Steve froze in his steps when he looked across the crowded starcourt mall, he could find you even in a sea full of people. You had changed, was the first thing he noticed. You were no longer the carefree girl he’d spent almost his whole day with years ago. You now carried your head high, like the world had wronged you and you were put in front of him to take back your revenge.
It’s fine, he tried to tell himself. All he had to do was stay away, like he had successfully been doing all this time. You wouldn’t want to talk to him, Steve knew he had acted like a dick at that time, and he still was one. In honesty, he had shown up one night outside your bedroom window, contemplating what to tell you, how to beg back your forgiveness. But he had been a coward, his knuckles paused in the air, not being able to bring himself the courage to be seen by you.
And he lived with regret, each and every day since then. Yes, he had genuinely been in love with Nancy, and it broke his heart when she left him for another man, receiving the karma he deserved. But even during their short-lived relationship, Steve found himself looking for you wherever you could be around. After a while he learned to stop searching, you wanted nothing to do with him and moved on with your life.
Now, he was just a broken weak boy. He wasn’t the popular jock anymore, the ladies man with a girlfriend to show for it, he only lived a pathetic life, scooping ice cream for a living for only four bucks an hour.
He sighed wishing he could time travel to that night he had been a coward and begged at your feet to forgive him like the pathetic man he was. And the strangest part of all, was that he had formed a connection with your brother Dustin. If he couldn’t have you he would at least have someone that shared your blood.
And just as fate played out, Dustin had arrived from his summer camp today, and begged you to give him a ride to the mall, to see your worst enemy. It was always: “Steve this,” “Steve that,” “I can’t wait to tell Steve…”
You turned up the radio louder, tuning out his excited rambling. His innocent mind didn’t even know what had occurred between you and the latter, just that you hated Steve (for what he could only assume was his old personality), and when he asked Steve about it once he deflected so quickly Dustin only became confused further.
“I don’t care what you do here Dustin, just don’t bother me while I’m working. On my break we can get something from the food court.” You walked through the business of the mall up to the floor of the cinema.
“Oh great! I’ll tell Steve.” Dustin said, and you couldn’t help but punch his shoulder.
“No!”
He raised his hands in a surrendering motion, nodding quickly before escaping.
You tried to keep your gaze focused on the popcorn machine, you really did. But when your eyes would wander not so carelessly upwards, you’d get a flash of the mocca brown hair you knew all too well, before snapping yourself back to reality. Damn him and his stupid hair!
But through the haze of the buttery scent filling the atmosphere, and in Steve’s position the sugary sweet scent, your eyes met over the counters briefly. It felt like the wind getting knocked out of you, the first time you had truly acknowledged each other in so long, a sharp sensation cascading down from your chest all the way to your toes. Steve’s face flushed before he could think, staring unashamed for a second, it seemed both of you forgot how to look away, until a girl with short dirty blond hair walked out from behind him and took Steve’s attention.
Your head snapped back down, regretting the past ten seconds of your life. How could you have been so stupid? To give in that easily, allowing the past spark held between you two to rekindle for a flash. You shook your head laughing unhumorously, of course he already found romance even while working in a child’s costume. You really should’ve known better, typical Harrington, and just like that, like nothing had happened, all the resentment came flooding back to you.
Steve wanted to fling himself off the top floor of Starcourt. His heart was beating so rapidly in his chest, he genuinely had to learn how to breathe properly again.
“Dingus, focus!” Robin was snapping her hand in front of his face, trying to bring him back to reality, while he was just standing there looking like a fish out of water.
“Huh—what!” Steve blinked, trying to regain a grip on his consciousness. The second your gazes had clashed, he had been transported back to when life was easier, with you.
But he had to accept that that was then, and this is now. He couldn’t find a single ounce of something he didn’t know what he was looking for in your eyes, just a blank stare, like he had already stolen everything that made you yourself.
In front of Dustin, Steve had to pretend like everything was okay, he already messed up with you once, he wouldn’t mess it up with your brother as well. Dustin was in the middle of explaining to Steve how he met Susie, his new girlfriend, when he suddenly cut him off.
“Your sister works here now?” Steve tried to play off casualness.
“Oh—uh, yeah. She got the job to save up for college, isn’t it a coincidence you both work right beside each other?” Dustin replied, still clueless as ever.
Steve swallowed, running a hand through his hair. “Er—yeah, yup, yes. Totally weird.” He scoffed.
“You’re being weird…” Dustin gave him a curious side eye.
“What? Me? No never, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve got defensive, crossing his arms against his chest.
“What are you like—in love with her or something?” Dustin took a wild guess, like it was the craziest thing that would happen.
Steve went slack jawed, and immediately began rushing out every sound his mouth could make. “What—you’re crazy—no way—I could never—pht. Why would I even—“
“Okay okay I get it!” Dustin exclaimed. “You’re definitely not weird about my sister, and she definitely doesn’t hate your ass, but that’s a question for when you’re not hyperventilating.”
Robin stood across from them, having just walked into the heated conversation. “Steve’s weird about who?” She had taken an interest into Steve’s love life lately, and found it hilarious as he got rejected over and over.
“No one!”
“My sister!”
They both screamed at the same time, it being clear who had said what. It was Robin’s turn to gasp now, looking between them like she cracked a secret code.
“Your sister? Isn’t she the girl I saw you walking with earlier? And she works here? This is perfect!” She rubbed her hands together already forming a plan.
Steve’s face morphed into one of horror, wanting to throw the scooper at her face to make her forget everything. “No! It’s not perfect! You don’t know the whole story—it’s complicated. I basically hurt her like a jerk and now she hates my guts, so there’s nothing to be done, alright?” Steve huffed, forgetting himself that Dustin was still currently next to him.
Everyone had gone through their fair shocks of the day, and Dustin’s face paled. “You-You hurt my sister?”
“I…” Steve looked bewildered, then turned his wide eyes to the ground. “Yes, I did. We used to be friends, not just friends, but also not together together, you know. But then I became popular or whatever, and everyone convinced me to leave her.” Steve gestured, replaying the memories in his mind.
Dustin went through all phases of shock, surprise, and anger in a span of seconds. “I’m going to kill you, Harrington!” And instantly he jumped on top of Steve pushing and attacking him towards the ground.
Robin quickly interfered before the younger Henderson would murder his best friend. “Woah woah woah! Dustin, she’s your sister, you have every right to be mad! But dingus here used to be an asshole, trust me I know all about that! But now he’s just a sad lonely man, cut him some slack.” Robin huffed, keeping the two boys at a distance.
“I’m so sorry Henderson, I swear it. But honest to god, how did you not know? Didn’t you say she hated me?” Steve asked.
“Am I supposed to know every little detail about my sister’s love life? Plus, I was like eleven years old and had my own world ending problems! Dustin yelled.
The trio was suddenly interrupted by a static-y sound coming from the radio. It was foreign, and repeated what sounded like instructions. Curiously, Dustin approached it, replaying the audio several times.
He told the older teens it sounded suspicious, like a code of some sort, and their focus shifted to solving a new mystery.
Unbeknownst to you, at the end of your shift Dustin came running practically jumping up and down, your expression instantly turned skeptical. Dustin was never that excited unless he had figured out some science theory.
“You’re never going to believe it!” He climbed into the backseat of your car still fidgeting.
“We heard a secret code—and it was in this weird other language so we spent the whole day trying to translate it—then we discovered it had something to do with the mall—and we’re going to sneak underground tomorrow night to see what they’re smuggling in!” Dustin said all in one breath. You hit the brakes on the car, struggling to process all this information at once.
“Who’s smuggling?”
“Oh you know, the Russians.” Dustin said like it was nothing.
“What! What the hell are you talking about Dust? And who solved this code?”
“Me, Steve, Robin.”
Your hands curled tightly around the steering wheel at the names. Of course Harrington had pulled your brother into another crazy adventure, like saving the world last winter wasn’t already enough for him. And who was Robin? Was she Steve’s new girlfriend you saw beside him in the parlor? You stopped yourself from asking, it would only hurt you further.
“Dustin be careful, please, I mean it. This isn’t just playing around, it’s dangerous.” You looked at him through the rear view mirror, you would do anything to protect your brother, trying to communicate it with your tone.
“I know, but I’m not a little kid anymore. I know what I’m doing, and don’t worry I’ll call for you when I need it.” Dustin smiled, and you smiled sadly back at the boy who was growing up right in front of your eyes. He was right, it was time he started making decisions for himself, and you would always be right here whenever he needed.
Dustin refrained from mentioning the new information he had learned today, about why you hated Steve so much. He figured that you wouldn’t want to hear it all over again, much less coming from the person who had been the one to break your heart. He wouldn’t forgive Steve, not until you did, but he knew it also wasn’t his business, there were some things he had to just stay out of.
And sure enough, over the course of the week, you watched as Dustin ran around the mall with your enemy, going on their little scavenger hunt for who knows what. You ignored it, keeping to yourself, but when your brother had come rushing to you in the middle of your shift, insisting that he needed help, you didn’t know what to say.
He came with the same girl you recognized as Robin. “Hey I’m Robin, you must be Dustin’s sister, it’s so nice to meet you! I know this is really inconvenient timing, but we could really use another helping hand in this whole fiasco.” She smiled wide at you, but your brows furrowed. Why was she being nice to you? Didn’t she know that Steve and you were no longer on talking terms?
“Aren’t you Harrington’s girlfriend?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.
She laughed so hard you felt embarrassed, about to turn away. “What! Me? With Steve? With-with dingus? You have to be joking, no way would I be his girlfriend! Not my type to be honest.” She caught her breath.
Now you just felt more and more confused but shoved it all down. “What do you need me for anyway?” You got to the point, ignoring what you had just said.
“Well, the only other person smarter than Dustin is you.” She said seriously. “And we’re kinda running out of time, we discovered where exactly the Russians are hiding and we have to go now.”
Before you could respond, Dustin started pulling you hard and fast away. “Wait! I don’t even know what this is about, and there’s no way I’m working with him!” You snarked, yanking your hand back.
“C’mon please, I’ll do anything you want! I know it’s going to be awkward, i-might’ve-found-out-what-happened-between-you-and-Steve but that’s not the point! Do this for me, for your brother!” Dustin rushed out, and your eyes grew wide.
“How the hell do you know?” You screeched.
“Well…it’s complicated, but can we focus on more important matters right now? You’re the one who said if I needed anything you’d help!” He reminded you of your words, giving you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.
You huffed, he certainly had a way of convincing. “Just so you know, I’m on your side!” Robin butted in, trying to be helpful.
You thought about it for a minute, this was the last place you wanted to be, stuck with your ex-who knows what, but if Dustin got hurt or worse, it would all be your fault…
With a reluctant sigh, you nodded immediately regretting it. They both jumped up and down thanking you over and over, walking you to the danger zone.
You were at the back room of scoops ahoy, as they furiously went over their plan with you, getting all caught up in it, correcting all the mistakes and just as you found the excitement similar to how Dustin had been feeling, you heard the heavy steps behind you.
You didn’t want to turn around, but the room had frozen, a pindrop could be heard if made. All eyes were on you now, and you specifically felt the familiar ones at the back of your head, accompanied by the heavy breathing.
But you held your ground, there was nothing to say to Steve anymore. You didn’t want to fight, or to throw things at him, you were content with ignoring him like a fly on the wall just until you were able to leave this mess.
And somehow, that felt like a slap in the face to Steve. As much as he wanted to say something he felt like a coward all over again, keeping his distance, with eyes averted, as Dustin and Robin engaged with you.
Soon later, Erica was brought into the group, she was going to sneak into the air vents to access the storage room. You were standing at the back while Dustin and Steve were trying to convince her to go willingly.
Robin approached you,”soo, can I ask what happened between you and Steve?” She closed the door behind her.
You sighed leaning against the wall, maybe you shouldn’t keep it all inside, Robin seemed like a trustworthy enough person to you now. “Well…me and Steve were super close the first year and a half of high school, and we got into like a best friends with benefits situation. It was great, it was really great.” You zoned out, the ghost of a smile on your face, before hardening once more. “But then Steve became friends with douchebags, and he just left me…without saying goodbye.” You cleared your throat a few seconds later, the vulnerability slowly creeping in.
Robin just stared shocked, she knew Steve’s personality at school, but she never knew he would go that far. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” You shrugged.
“That asshole is going to pay for what he did to you. I don’t know if it helps, but Steve was really beating himself over it, when he told us.”
You didn’t know what to feel. Sure, Steve probably felt bad, but could you really trust him anymore?
Suddenly the door barged in, Dustin, Steve, and Erica marching over to the vent. After a while, they managed to get her in with the walkie talkie.
How you actually snuck in felt like a blur, just that you were currently trapped in a huge elevator plummeting down so fast to the gates of hell. The whole thing was shaking, everyone grabbing onto something to steady themselves. You lost balance, and felt yourself crash into something hard. Arms clung around you, preventing you from being flung in another direction. Your eyes slammed shut, screams filling the room, then finally it came to a hard stop.
You caught your breath, and when you were sure it wouldn’t start moving again, you opened your eyes. Looking above you, you saw Steve still holding onto you, having brought you into his chest prior.
You shuffled away a second too late, and Steve swallowed thickly. “You okay?” He asked, the first words to you since you reunited.
You tried your best to glare at him, nodding rapidly. “‘M fine.” You walked away, making sure Dustin was alright.
The group realized that you were actually trapped down here, the doors refusing to budge, and after going through some boxes you discovered tubes filled with some sort of weird green liquid.
After what felt like an eternity, an alarm sounded and the doors opened. You uncovered a long hallway, and started walking to an unknown destination at the basement of the mall. Steve had stayed silent since talking to you, and you found your eyes meeting quite often now, you would instantly look away but Steve’s eyes lingered for a moment longer.
He didn’t know why his first instinct was to protect you and pull you close, it was like something inside of him reacted before his mind could catch up. And all he could think of in that moment was keeping you safe.
The group watched with wide eyes as Steve started fighting a Russian guard, even you were remotely surprised, never knowing he had it in him. You had heard the story before, about how Jonathon Byers had punched Steve over a riff with Nancy, and you had come into school the next day with a large smile on your face.
“You did it! You won a fight!” Dustin cheered, jumping up and down.
Even Robin celebrated, and you just stood there awkwardly. Robin caught the way Steve was beaming but hadn’t looked at them first, he was looking at you. Your eyes met briefly, and you looked him up and down checking for injuries. He saw the flash of worriness in your eyes and something crumbled in his chest.
Dustin cleared his throat, and you realized that there wasn’t any more time before someone else could find you. You quickly left, trying to push all the mixed feelings that ran through you down.
But instead of things getting better—they got worse. You and the group had split up and now you and Steve were being dragged away by Russian guards, with no one coming to save you.
You screamed, kicked, and squirmed, but their grip remained on you tightly. Steve gave you a glance, and what you could only describe as a look of rage came over him, and the guard slapped you to get you to stop resisting.
They threw you both in a room and tied you up, spending what felt like hours, interrogating you to no end.
You couldn’t see as they beat Steve up, for every answer they weren’t satisfied with. Your heart dropped at the sound of punching, and a breath caught in your throat. Maybe you hated him, but he didn’t deserve this, you were all innocent in this matter.
“For the last time—I work at scoops ahoy, she works at the star cinema! We aren’t some sort of secret spies! We’re kids!” Steve exclaimed.
“Time to go get the doctor.” The Russian guard said slyly, raising his eyebrow, like he knew something you didn’t.
They left the room, and you could only imagine they would return with something worse up their sleeve, but there was nothing you could do right now, only wait for Dustin and Robin to come back with help. The room fell into silence, you could hear Steve’s heavy breathing as his back pressed into yours.
“Did they mess you up too bad?” You found yourself breaking the tension first, unexpectedly.
Steve took a second before responding, seeming surprised himself. “Uh-no no, it’s nothing. Doesn’t even hurt too bad.” He lied, brushing it off.
“You know, it’s funny.” Steve let out a sigh. “We’ve been spending years trying to escape from each other, only to get held captive together by Russians. What a way the world works.” Steve shook his head.
You swallowed, your voice coming out as a whisper. “I wasn’t trying to escape.”
“What?” Steve asked, confused.
“You were the one who was trying to escape from me. I wasn’t,” you repeated.
You don’t know why you said those words, they just came to you in the moment. If you were going to die tonight, along with Steve, you could at least get some things off your chest.
“Oh. I-what I did wasn’t right. It was so stupid—I was so fucking stupid. I’m so-“
“Save the apologies for when we come out here alive, Steve.” You cut him off, would you be able to forgive him?
“Okay. Yeah—when we leave this place, I’m going to make things right.” Steve nodded, and you rolled your eyes.
Before you could respond the doors opened once more, revealing a now different Russian man entering who was carrying a large needle in his hands.
“Hey-hey what’s that!” Steve yelled, as approached closer.
You both shuffled around in your bounds, though there was no escaping, and after they finished with Steve they injected you with the same serum. You felt the effects immediately, everything becoming hazy, what were you doing down here again?
“How did you find us?” The guard yelled in your face.
“I don’t know! There was a radio signal and it led us to here. And guess what, they cracked it in a day! A day, you think you’re so smart, but a couple of kids who scoop ice cream and make popcorn for a living, cracked it in a day.” You stared the commander directly in the eyes, gloating. You felt a thrill run through your veins, whatever they had given you made everything ten times funnier.
“Who else knows we are here?” The Russian demanded.
“Uh well, Dustin Henderson.” Steve cut in before you could reply, and now you felt like punching him yourself.
“Harrington! Shut up!” You tried to get him to be quiet but his mind wasn’t working.
“Where is he?”
“Oh he’s long gone,” Steve laughed. “And he’s probably calling everyone else and they’re going to kick your sorry ass back to Russia.” You on the other hand didn’t find it too funny, hoping that he would just stay quiet.
Steve and the commander continued to bicker back and fourth, you could at least hope he was stalling to give you enough time. And right on que, the alarms sounded, and the commander’s eyes widened like Steve had predicted something impossible.
“Told ya,” Steve laughed, and you cheered.
Dustin, Robin, and Erica barged in, letting out sighs of their own relief that you two were okay, though they noticed you guys were acting different since they left you.
“What the hell happened to you two?” Robin questioned, as they undid the bounds around your wrists.
“Morons, they messed it up!” You giggled, and Steve agreed, laughing even harder.
“We need to go, like right now!” Dustin hauled Steve up, guiding his movements, while Robin kept her own arm around you.
They rushed you down the long hallway, all the way to the large elevator once again. It started moving and Steve got on top of a board, imitating surfing. He called out your name, and you turned around rushing over to laugh at him.
“You’re surfing, Steve!”
However he fell down a second later and you joined him on the floor, the shaking of the elevator making you feel funny.
Dustin sighed like a tired babysitter, and then realized. “They drugged you?” He tried to get you to focus but you kept squishing his cheeks together.
“I don’t know what they put in that scary needle, but it makes me feel nice! Aw, look at your little teeth, dusty-bun!” You coo’ed, moving his face this way and that.
The elevator came to a stop, and the group began walking you through the crowds of the mall, attempting to blend in.
Robin gasped, “there’s a Russian spy coming our way, act natural.” They shoved you in a different direction leading you to the cinema again.
“Darn it! Is my shift not over?” You wondered aimlessly.
“Just—stay here for now! And we’ll come get you later!” Dustin led you and Steve inside a theater, sitting you down in the front row and shoving a popcorn bucket into your lap.
“Alright!” Steve yelled, watching him walk away.
“Shh!” You loudly whispered, bringing a finger to your lips. “There’s a movie!” And Steve laughed harder, shoving popcorn into his mouth.
You didn’t know what was really going on in the movie, and half an hour later, Steve complained he was thirsty. You agreed, and stumbled out of the theater, the rush of fresh air made you dramatically lick the air, moaning.
Steve fell over to the water fountain, taking ginormous amounts of water. You huffed when he took too long, taping his shoulder repeatedly. “It’s my turn now!” And he moved over.
“I think…the mom was trying to bang her son,” Steve muttered, to himself.
“What?” You paused.
“That’s what it looked like.” He shrugged.
“No, he needed to go to the past which was the present in order to go back to the future.” You explained, and the furrow on Steve’s face only deepened.
“Huh?”
“Whatever,” you gave up.
“Woah, look up at the lights!” Steve giggled.
You raised your head and saw a circle of lights staring back at you. “Woah,” you echoed, and both of you just stood there admiring it.
After a couple of moments, it didn’t become so fun though when your stomach started churning. The lights made you dizzy and the drugs wanted to leave your system now, Steve made a similar sound simultaneously and you both gave each other a look before running to the bathrooms.
You emptied out your entire stomach in separate stalls, until there was nothing left to puke out. You could hear each other’s panting, and after a few seconds Steve spoke.
“Hey, you think all of it got out?” He questioned.
You stared at the ceiling, the mall bathroom floor wasn’t the most hygienic place to sit on, but you were both weak enough to not get up.
“I don’t know, I hope.” You shrugged back.
Steve stayed silent for some more time, he was thinking over the right words to say, what wouldn’t get you to leave. “I can’t blame you for never wanting to see me again.”
The tiles suddenly felt cold beneath you, did you want to have this conversation with him right now? You didn’t respond—not even making a sound, waiting for Steve to tell you that your relationship had been a mistake.
“You were everything to me, and I just messed it up…for what?” Steve scoffed.
You didn’t know the weight of his confession would hit you so hard, you were afraid that if you spoke, nothing would come out. It wasn’t like him, to be so straightforward with his feelings, with himself, with you.
Your eyes stung with tears behind them, his words brought back emotions you haven’t felt since he left you.
“And I let everyone’s expectations creep into my head. Tell me what I should do and who I should be with, but I only have myself to blame.” Steve was listening hard for your reaction next door.
A single tear fell down your cheek, then a couple more, and before you knew it, a sob tore through your throat, alerting Steve just how hard you were taking it.
He hurriedly shuffled across the floor, gripping the wall that separated you both and sliding under. He sat across from you, and his face paled at the sight of you, looking so destroyed. His hands twitched at his sides, wanting to reach out like how he knew how to before, but he thought better of it.
“Why did you have to end it Steve?” The demand coming out as a broken plea.
He hung his head, long hair falling over his face. “I didn’t think I deserved you.”
Your lips parted, not noticing you were shaking now, everything you had built had fallen all because Steve doesn’t see himself as enough.
“I was scared, and instead of admitting it to myself, I tried to be someone I wasn’t. Even when I had gone back to talk, I was a fool, I thought you had already moved on. And I couldn’t.”
Your brows pulled together. “But-but you had Nancy, I saw you two together.” You pointed out.
Steve shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes away from yours for a second. “I thought it would fill that hole in my chest you left behind, but it was never enough. I loved her—but what I felt for you was electrifying. It didn’t feel like I had to perform around you.”
You caught the moment Steve came to terms with his feelings, how his body had started to physically release everything he had been carrying, the tears that sprung as he tried to avoid you from seeing them.
But it was too late, you were both crying on the dirty floor, two broken teenagers who had made unerasable mistakes.
“I-I miss you.” The words that Steve had been trying to say this whole time, finally coming out raw and honest. He brought a hesitating hand near you, and placed it over yours.
Your mind screamed at you to push him away, but your body relented, love outweighing everything else.
“I miss you too, Steve.” You gasped. “I can’t hate you Steve, no matter how hard I try. I just don’t understand how you left that easily.”
Steve flinched, “it was never easy. Even when I tried to make myself forget, all I could think about during these years was you. How much you meant to me—and how much I want to make it up to you.” His voice cracked
You couldn’t lie to yourself, you had spent all these years thinking about him too, and whenever you tried to move on you couldn’t bring yourself to, during your short time together Steve made you feel like you were on top of the world.
“I would’ve stayed.” You said above a whisper. “Even if things wouldn’t turn out perfectly, even if we were both scared. That never mattered to me, it still doesn’t.”
He squeezed your hand, taking a shaky breath. “So, are you saying…you would still want to try again? When all this is over?” Steve asked, terrified of you rejecting him.
You thought about his words, you had learned that Steve had managed to grow up now, he was able to communicate and not shove everything down. And a part inside you, wanted to know what it felt like to love him again, if you ever even stopped.
“I think I’d like that,” you gave a shy nod. Feeling all fluttery warm feelings rush through your body, what you only felt around Steve.
He let out a laugh, and you both started laughing together, not being able to contain your bright smiles.
“Thank you—god finally. I’ll never treat you like that again, I swear it. I’m so fuckimg sorry, I’m so sorry. And there’s also Dustin who’s going to be breathing down my neck, waiting for me to mess up.” Steve said.
You shook your head, the smile never leaving. “Just get over here and kiss me Harrington, before I change my mind.” And without another second wasted, Steve dived forwards, planting the sweetest of kisses against your mouth.
You stayed like that for the rest of the time, intertwined and kissing slow and soft, Steve pushing you hair back to get a good look at what he could finally call his again.
When the rest came in after searching worriedly for you two everywhere, Dustin let out a sound of disgust while Robin bounced up and down. “I knew it!”
“Let’s just leave them down here.” Dustin slapped a hand over his eyes.
You and Steve burst out into laughter, and he pulled you close against his side. You were in his arms once again, and he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
pairing: steve harrington x fem reader
summary: Steve had lost a lot of his bravado this summer, his confidence knocked whilst you were getting phone numbers from cute guys left, right and center. after a particularly hard week, Steve challenged you to a bet. the one to get the most numbers by Friday at 8 o’clock had to do anything the other wanted.
wc: 10.4k
warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), public sex, oral sex (f & m), piv (unprotected), dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, slight breeding kink (ofc), squirting, creampie, nipple play, spit
June, 1985
Monday
“You know, I got thirty one flavours right here in front of me. But somehow, you’re still my favourite.” Steve purred to the girl standing on the other side of the counter. You watched amused from beside him, the flirtatious look in his eye that he flashed her, a slight smirk tugging at his lip and the tilt of his head.
Her face read uneasy, a gentle furrow to her eyebrows as she sheepishly handed over the money for the cone that Steve had just handed her. “You can keep the change, thanks.” She mumbled before spinning quickly on her heel and exiting the store.
You looked down at the cherries that you were refilling, biting down on your lower lip to stifle a laugh when you saw Steve turn to you out of the corner of your eye.
“Not one word.” Was all he said to you, holding up his index finger at you as you nodded. Your shoulders betraying you as they shook gently, he scoffed in annoyance and pushed past you to go to the back of the store, feeling sorry for himself.
Tuesday
“The hat’s mandatory,” Steve said with an easy laugh as he leant over the counter on his elbows. “I promise, I’m usually a lot better looking out of this damn uniform.”
The girl he was entertaining this time was lapping up his charm, offering him a gentle, flirtatious giggle as her fingertip twirled around the end of her hair. You were busy clearing tables, but you were still in earshot and able to creep looks of Steve maybe, actually sealing the deal.
“The hat’s kind of cute, actually.” She replied, tilting her head at him which earned the smile that was spread across his lips to grow even further. He straightened himself up, pressing his hands against the counter gently.
“Well, it’s kinda cramping my style I think.” They both laughed at his comment, the girl leaning slightly closer into the conversation. Your eyes catch Robin’s who’s standing behind Steve, the two of you sharing a look before dialing back into the scene before you.
Steve’s hand fell to his hip with ease, his other one motioning to her as he spoke. “You have pretty hair. You know, I think our kids would have great hair.”
Both you and Robin paused in that moment, both your eyes struck on Steve and unable to look away as the girl let out an awkward laugh. She pushed her change across the counter and slowly backed away, offering Steve a small wave before practically scurrying out of the store.
Before either of you could laugh, or say anything, Steve had already bulldozed his way through the saloon doors, cursing to himself loudly which caused a mother with her child on the table next to you to look up at you with an unimpressed look.
Wednesday
“Steve didn’t even try at work today,” Robin told you as the two of you walked up the stairs in the movie theatre, trying to find your row in the dim of the lights.
Your fingertips were already digging into the popcorn, shoving a few kernels into your mouth as you turned onto your row to find your seat. “I mean, yesterday’s episode was pretty devastating. I don’t think I would’ve tried, either.”
Robin snorted out a laugh as the two of you settled in your seat, you leant the popcorn in her direction and glanced over at her as she spoke. “It’s been a pretty hard watch, makes good entertainment for us though.”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into him recently,” You replied gently, leaning your head back against the plush of the theatre seat. “This whole summer, he’s just crashed and burned.”
“Maybe it’s due to the fact that he likes –” Robin started, leaning into your ear with a slight sing-song tone to her voice.
You cut her off by throwing a handful of popcorn at her, speaking through gritted teeth “Shut up, movie’s starting.” You turned away quickly and settled into your seat, trying to push the thought of Robin’s insinuations out of your mind.
Thursday
“So, you’ll call me tonight, right?” You glanced up at him as he spoke from the cash register. This guy was cute, his dark hair curled neatly across his forehead and his navy t-shirt fit him in all the right places.
You offered him a small nod, your lips in a tight smile as you handed him his pennies of change. “Have a nice day, enjoy your ice cream.” The cash register shut after your words, and the guy on the other side of the counter pushed the small piece of paper with his number on toward you, before flashing you a wink and leaving the store.
“No way,” Steve laughed out from the partition behind you, startling you. You turned around quickly, holding your chest as you let out a small laugh. “Rob, add one more to the tally.”
“God, you’re both unbearable.” You grumbled through your smile, crumpling up the small scrap of paper and tossing it in the direction of the trashcan that lived behind the counter. You pushed open the partition door leading to the back room of the store, your arms folded over your chest as you watched Robin add another tally under your name.
A couple weeks ago, the two of them had mentioned that they’d never seen anyone get so many numbers in one day in their life, so they wanted to keep count. You agreed reluctantly, saying just for one day, but that day soon turned into a week, and now it’s been three that the board has been occupied for.
Steve lifted himself from the chair he was resting on before, he took a few steps closer to you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I saw you throw away his number.” He pressed gently, his eyebrows furrowed as he spoke.
“So?” You scoffed, looking up to catch his eyes for a moment before shrugging off his gaze and crossing the room to grab a bottle of water from your bag that you’d left on the side.
“So?” He copied your tone and your scoff, causing a small snicker from Robin and a roll of the eyes from you. “He was pretty cute, that was like – the sixth number today you’ve just thrown away!”
You took a few sips of the bottle, the plastic crunching under your grip before your other hand came up to point at Steve, then in the direction of wherever the boy went off to. “Oh, yeah? Why don’t you go get it out of the trash then, if you think he’s so cute?”
“Oh, whatever.” Steve mumbled over the sound of Robin’s stifling laughter, holding her hand to her face as he straightened up and pushed through the saloon style doors, leaving the two of you in the back room.
As you catch her eye, the two of you have to look away from each other to hold back your laughter. Robin took a seat on a spare chair opposite you as you twist the cap back on your bottle as she turns her attention to you. “Dingus was kinda right though, you have been throwing a lot away. And he was cute.”
You shrug your shoulders gently as you look over at her, “He was.. But I’m not really interested in any of that right now.”
A small, quiet secret that you’d kept to yourself in the last few months was that you had a small, sort of, kind of crush on Steve. Through high school, you didn’t take much notice of him, just another jock with pretty hair. But now, that slightly desperate version of him who is always catching a look at you for a minute too long is suddenly all consuming and with each shift passing, you want him even more.
Admittedly, you were getting a lot of numbers this summer. You just put it down to the fact that you were giving people ice cream in the blazing heat, and you were wearing a stupid uniform, maybe they were taking pity on you? Or maybe so thankful for your service, they wanted to take you out for dinner.
So when Robin and Steve began noticing and begged you to let them keep count, you thought it to be harmless, a bit of fun to pass the day. And when it lasted a little longer than a week, you weren’t bothered either.
You didn’t notice how the number going up and up each day made Steve’s right eye twitch, how he’d somehow always be standing close by and watching when a guy comes into the shop, always over your shoulder trying to intimidate him whilst he flirted with you – but one look at Steve in that sailor hat, and they couldn’t be less intimidated.
Steve was always flirting with every girl that came into Scoops, even more so when the whiteboard with your name on started. You and Robin had joked it was hurting his ego, and he was quick to deny it, that he couldn’t deny the ladies of Hawkins all of that Harrington goodness.
“Alright, as much as I’d love to sit and watch you get hit on all afternoon, I’m heading off. I’ll see you tomorrow, you’re working, right?” Robin questioned as she grabbed her bag, you nodded softly with a small laugh, offering her a wave as she left the back room.
You could hear Steve’s voice through the wall, so you quietly made your way over to the partition. You climbed up onto the chair in front of it and pushed it aside gently, peeking out to see Steve talking to a girl.
She was pretty, she had big brunette curls and a smile that probably would’ve gotten you to give her a free cone, let alone Steve. She was standing at the counter with two of her friends giggling behind her as they witnessed Steve tumbling over his words.
“You look like a strawberry girl, d’you like strawberry?” He asked casually, although you knew he was being anything but, he leant down on one of his elbows against the counter as the other pushed through his hair gently.
“Actually, I’m allergic to strawberries.” She told Steve with a solemn look, the two girls behind her unable to hold their laughter as they turned themselves away, unable to watch the car crash in front of them.
“Oh, right. Definitely no strawberry then, you’re not missing out on much. ‘S too sweet, I think. What – What about our rocky road? It’s pretty popular–” Steve stuttered, you swore you could see the tips of his ears redden from behind. His feet were awkwardly shuffling behind the counter, like he’d forgotten how to stand naturally.
“I’ll just take vanilla, thanks.” She was quick to cut him off with a warm smile, he simply nodded and got to work with fixing up her cone. He generously scooped the vanilla ice cream onto the cone, even finishing it off with a few red, white and blue sprinkles the store had for the Fourth of July.
He handed it across the counter, and as she fished some cash out of the small of her purse, Steve was quick to shake his head, the mop of his hair dancing around his features. “D–Don’t worry about it, ‘s on me. Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pay for ice cream.”
His words made your stomach twist, and the way her smile brightened made it twist even further. She reached out for the cone, taking it from him with a quiet thank you before flashing him a quick wave and spinning on her heel, following her friends through the length of the store.
You watched Steve watch her leave, and heard the way he quietly swore under his breath. He rounded the counter, calling out for her attention as he chased after her. You leant your head slightly forward so you could hear, all that you were able to make out was –
I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend. Thanks for the ice cream, though.
As you watched Steve watch her walk away and then turn to come back to the counter, you quickly pushed it shut and pushed yourself away from the partition like you were never listening in the first place.
You perched yourself up on one of the counters, the heels of your feet leant across and resting on the table in front of you. The store was only open for another half an hour or so now, the food court emptying out by this time so you could get away with sitting in the back of the store and watching the minutes pass.
Steve pushed through the doors, his eyes quick to catch yours before he looked away and huffed out a sigh of frustration. He pulled out a chair on the opposite side of the room and sank into it, leaning over until his forehead hit the table that sat in the middle of the room.
“That was a tough watch, Steve.” You mumbled, pulling the stupid hat from your head and tossing it onto the table in front of you. He looked up quickly at your words, his face scrunched up like you’d scorned him.
“Wh– Do you always have to–” His eyes met yours for a moment, before he let out a short sigh with a small shrug of his shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”
You quickly noticed how he shrank into his shoulders, how the expression on his face was reading tired and helpless. You lowered your feet gently, placing your hands beside you as you leant forward slightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”
“I mean, we can’t all float around here, looking all perfect and get a like.. A hundred numbers without even trying.” He laughed at himself, his elbow hitting the table as his forehead hit the palm of his hand, the other hitting the table gently.
You pushed yourself off of the counter and took a few steps closer to him, sitting on the table right in front of him. Your legs swung gently as you spoke, your tone sounding as supportive as you could. “Look, you can’t take your insecurities out on me, Steve. If you want some help–”
“Insecurities?” His head jerked up to look up at you, “Wh– No, no, I’m not even trying. If I turned the charm on, you’d have to buy another whiteboard to keep up with me.” He rested both of his hands on the edge of the table now, pushing himself up from his seat and looking down at you with narrowed eyes.
“Oh yeah?” Your voice left as a gentle whisper, your head tilting back to catch his eyes as he towered over you. You hadn’t seen this side of Steve before, this competitive, jealous, desperate side. But your body was telling you, you needed to see more.
In the tense of the moment, you swore he leant in ever so slightly before speaking. “Yeah.” His breath hitched in his throat slightly as you watched his eyes roam your face, how they lingered on your lips and reluctantly pulled back up to look you in the eye.
You leant yourself back on your hands slightly, pulling yourself away from him but purposely lifting your foot to rest on the chair next to the table causing your knee to fold. The hem of your uniform fell slightly, revealing the flesh of your thigh to Steve as the other ever so slightly drifted in the other direction. You were playing a dangerous game, spreading your legs for Steve in the workplace, you were just hoping he wanted to play.
“Alright then, care to put a bet on it?” You hummed, lulling your head back as you watched his eyes trail across the skin of your neck, down your body until they landed at the spread of your thighs.
You watched the way his throat bobbed under your gaze, the small smirk against your lips growing – Yes, he definitely wanted to play.
There was a silence between you for a moment, you watched as his tongue ran across his lower lip before he reluctantly pulled his attention to look back up at you. “I’d love to.”
Steve pulls away from the table and spins on his feet, crossing the room to grab a pen and piece of paper. He returns to the table and settles the sheet behind you. You hear the scribble of the pen against the paper, so you hop off the table and turn to peek over his shoulder.
“We’re both closing tomorrow night. So, whoever gets the most numbers from tomorrow morning until we clock out, wins. Eight o’clock.” He speaks whilst messily scribbling on the paper, you lean down slightly to read the contract he’s written up and you can’t help the smile that blooms across your lips. He signs his name at the bottom, before straightening and holding the pen out to you.
Your eyes didn’t miss the way his large fingers wrapped around the pen, you lifted your hand up and pulled it from his grip with a small smirk. “Sounds easy enough.”
You bent down over the table, cautious of the way you angled your hips in his direction as you signed your own name next to his. As you go to pull yourself up, you feel the weight of him behind you. He places his hand next to the paper, and when you turn to look up at him he’s already bent next to you, looking down into your eyes.
He’s so close to you that you can feel the heat of his breath on the skin of your neck. You swallow your thoughts quietly as you speak, “So, what does the winner get? A free sundae?”
A breathy laugh left his lips as his eyes wandered your face again, he took the piece of paper and pushed himself back up. He glanced over the sheet before his eyes openly wandered your position, as you straightened up and looked up at him with anticipation, his eyes settled on the gloss of your lips before he caught your eyes again. “I think, the winner has to do anything the loser wants.’
You quietly swallow the lump in your throat that’s formed from standing only a handful of centimetres away from him, his sudden burst of confidence in comparison to his desperation only moments ago was enough to make you concerned for what you might be in for.
“Anything?” You couldn’t help the gentle smirk that grew across your lips as he looked down at you. He nodded down at you before looking over your shoulder and walking to the whiteboard behind you.
You turned to watch him as he used his arm to wipe out your name and many, many tallies. He holds the lid of the whiteboard pen in his mouth as he clicks it open, writing both of your names in a chart before capping the pen and tossing it over to you.
He walks past you, then pauses for a moment. He turned to look at you over his shoulder, taking a short breath before he took a few steps toward you and lifted his hands to straighten the stupid red bow that sat against your collar bone. He leant his head down slightly, his voice no more than a whisper. “You’d better hope that you win. Otherwise, I think I’ll finally be putting that pretty mouth to good use.”
Your lips parted in surprise, all of the words you’d spent your whole life learning suddenly wiped out of your mind as he pulled his hands away from you. He made a swift exit for his car keys that lived up on the shelf, offering you a small wave before making his way out of the store entirely.
You stood there for a moment to catch your breath you didn’t realise had become uneven in your chest, to think about everything that had just happened in the last ten minutes.
Then you realised, that asshole had just left you to close the store on your own. Oh, you were definitely ready to play.
You spent that night washing your hair until your fingers hurt, scrubbing your skin in your favourite scrubs, body wash and oils until your nose became immune to the smell, curling your hair in your biggest, bounciest rollers until your arms hurt from holding them over your head for too long.
You struggled to fall asleep that night, your mind too busy thinking about all of the things you were going to make Steve Harrington do when you won the bet. Maybe you’d make him be your personal chauffeur for the rest of the summer, or make him bring you the biggest, sweetest coffee that you’ll only have three sips of every morning.
As your eyes drifted shut, your mind wandered to what Steve said he’d do if he won. He’d put your mouth to good use. If you won, maybe you’d put his stupid mouth to good use, push your fingers through his stupid hair and use his face like a toy. Maybe you’d pull on his stupid hair as you ride his stupid, meaty thigh that you totally don’t stare at in those shorts he wears for work. Maybe you’d finally get to know what it feels like to feel those stupidly gorgeously plump lips against yours, on your neck, wrapped around your hardened nipple, sucking on your pulsing clit.
It’s safe to say, you drifted off to sleep pretty quickly after weighing up your options. You made sure you took a long, very cold shower when you woke up, though.
Friday
Getting ready for work that day, you felt like Cinderella when she had all her little helpers to assist her. Everything was going perfect. Your curls fell out beautifully, giving Farrah Fawcett a run for her money. The scent of vanilla you’d scrubbed into your skin last night still prevalent, the perfume you’d spritzed across your skin a perfect addition.
You practically skipped into Scoops, unable to hide your bright smile as you entered the back room with a bright smile. Robin and Steve sat in the backroom, Robin sat with her feet up on the table as she took a bite of her apple.
She glanced over at the door as it opened, her smile widening once you sauntered in. “Hey, look at you, nice hair.” She pointed her apple at you before taking another big bite, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
You let out a small laugh, brushing the end of it gently before hanging your bag up on one of the hooks that lined the back wall. As you turned to reply, Steve was looking at you with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed gently.
“Are we sure this isn’t against the rules? Like, doing your hair and stuff, that should be cheating.” He huffed, his hand motioning over to you as he pushed himself up from the chair he was sitting in.
“Doing my hair? Steve, don’t even try that shit. If I can’t do anything with my hair, then you can’t do anything with yours.” You narrowed at him, your hands wrapping the white apron around your waist and tying it behind your back in a neat bow.
He let out a small gasp as he parted his lips to argue back before falling short. He huffed out a breath, mumbling incoherent whispers as he pushed past you to go and actually start work.
You glanced at the clock before pulling out a chair and taking a seat next to Robin, leaning over to read the page of the magazine she had open. She glanced over at the partition that was closed, before turning her attention to you. “Are you sure this is a good idea, this bet?”
“It’s just a bit of fun, why would it be a bad idea?” You questioned, leaning back in your seat as your elbows folded over your chest.
An obvious laugh fell past her lips, her face contorting in a sarcastic confusion as she thought aloud. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because of Steve’s big fat crush on you.”
“Robin–” You gasped, quickly turning to look at the partition she’d just checked was closed, before turning back to her with widened eyes. “You need to stop with this, seriously. We’re just–”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re just friends, whatever. He’s totally got a crush on you, why do you think he’s trying to get so many numbers? Either he thinks that shit will impress you, or he’s trying to find someone to distract himself from you.” She stood up and flipped her magazine closed, pushing her chair in gently as she looked down at you.
“That’s ridiculous.” You mumbled, your arms crossing over your chest in frustration as you avoided her eyes. There’s no way that she was right, Steve was your friend. You’d definitely know if he liked you like that, surely.
“Whatever, I’ll take my told you so in the form of movie tickets when the time comes.” She calls out as she leaves, the doors swinging shut behind her.
A few hours later, you were actually getting on with your work. You’d scored about eight numbers already, and you were bringing home the ninth with the taller man standing in front of you.
“Oh, you work at the hat kiosk? That’s so cool, I love hats.” You giggled at him as you leant forward over the counter slightly with your chin resting against your palm. Your hips swaying slightly with each word, knowing Steve was restocking the cups underneath the counter behind you. If you bent over a little more, maybe he’d get a perfect view of your –
“You do? Well, if I give you my number, maybe I can set you up with a couple?” He awkwardly said, his fingers already digging around in his pocket for a pen.
You heard Steve drop the stack of cups he’d been trying to work with, and when you glanced over to look down at him he was already quickly looking away from your ass.
“Oh, yes! Thanks, honey.” You smiled down at the scrapped paper as he handed it to you before you straightened to begin scooping the ice cream he’d ordered. Steve straightened up and leant his back against the counter next to you, watching you with tight eyebrows.
You went to hand the ice cream over to the kiosk man, before noticing a small drip of his ice cream had fallen down your fingers. “O–Oh, I’m so sorry. Just a second..”
You dipped your tongue past your lips as you brought your hand up to your face, dragging it up your finger and collecting the sweet ice cream on your tongue before handing it back out to him. “Have a lovely day, enjoy your ice cream.”
You smiled at him sweetly, innocently as he took the cone from you hesitantly. He stifled a smile, nodding his head at you before turning and making his way out of the store, quick to look back over his shoulder at you where you gave him a small wave. You turned your attention over to Steve, who shook his head with a small laugh.
“You’re unbelievable. I think that just broke like, three health violations.” The corner of his mouth quipped into a small smirk as you shrugged your shoulder, looking down at your hand.
“A win is a win, Harrington.” You noticed that you’d missed a drop, your eyes met his as you lifted your hand back up to your mouth and swiped your tongue across your finger with a small hum.
Steve’s eyes widen slightly as he watches you, his nose twitching as his body inches toward you slightly before the two of you are shot back to reality by a group of girls on the other side of the counter.
Steve flashes you a tight smirk, nodding at you to step aside as he cleared his throat gently. With a quick toss of his hair, he flashed the group a bright smile as his loud voice cut through the entirety of the store. “Ahoy, ladies! Didn't see you there. Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'll be your captain,” He paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes at them slightly. “I'm Steve Harrington.”
You watched in amusement as the girls stood there in surprise, two of them at the back sharing a look before the one at the front clears her throat before speaking. “Uh – Hi, yeah. We’ll just have two chocolate cones, please.”
You were quick to remove yourself from the equation, unable to watch the rest of the conversation.
As the parlour cleared out, you glanced up to the clock, 7:45. You began your simple closing tasks and noticed how after his last interaction, Steve was doing his best to avoid you. You’d wiped all the tables and restocked everything needed for the Saturday rush tomorrow, so now all that was left to do was mop the floors.
Steve had taken that job, starting at the front of the store and making his way closer to you as you sat perched on the counter with your legs dangling against the sign below you. You hummed to yourself gently, mentally counting aloud all the numbers you’d scored today.
“You know, I think the first thing that I’m gonna make you do is get you to clean the toilets on Sunday. No way am I doing that. Ooh, I also want to see the new Rambo movie, but Robin doesn’t want to, so you can come with me to that. Maybe you can–”
“You know what? I don’t think I can do this.. Forget it, the bet’s off.” He grumbled as he pushed the mop around carelessly. Your eyebrows furrowed gently as you tutted.
“Wh– Steve, come on, don’t be a sore loser. This was your idea.” You laughed gently, tilting your head at him as you watched him swirl dirty water around the same area underneath the table.
“I’m not a sore loser,” He stubbornly looked up at you as he spoke, you could tell by his expression that this was the end of the conversation. “It was a fucking stupid idea anyway.”
You let out a soft sigh as you jumped down from the counter, your fingers brushing one of your curls that had dropped behind your ear. “Steve, no. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable–”
“Do you know why I’ve been trying so hard to pick up girls?” He asked, placing the mop in the bucket. He tried his hardest to look at you, slowly pulling his body to face you. “Because I can’t get you off of my mind, I need to distract myself. I can’t spend the next however long at your beck and call, spending eight hours a day with you is enough.”
Oh. Robin was right. You felt your demeanor soften as you took a few steps closer to him, taking precaution to miss the spots where he’d already mopped. “Steve..”
“No, just.. Be quiet for a moment.” He held his hand up at you, causing you to stop in your tracks, blinking up at him as you waited for him to continue.
“You’re always talking, you know? You always have something to say, your attitude stinks, always teasing and messing with my head in those tiny little shorts. But my God, when I hear you coming from 50 feet away just from your laugh I swear, I could explode. Or when you’re on the early and I’m on the late shift, your perfume lingers for hours and I can’t focus. Whenever those guys come in here and ask for your number, I just wanna rip my hair out. And when you look at me, like that–”
His finger points at you, then drops to his side hopelessly, a low sigh leaving his lips as his voice leaves a soft murmur. “I just.. can’t fucking focus. You’re just.. you’re so beautiful.”
His words caused every thought to flee your mind, you couldn’t find anything to say as he stood in front of you in his adorable uniform with his adorably sad face. You didn’t realise how long you were stood there for, just staring at him with widened eyes until he let out a short, pained laugh.
“Oh God, I’m sorry. You know what, the bet’s off, I don’t care about the goddamn bet. Let’s just forget about it, all of this. I’m just gonna go home, okay? I’ll see you on Sunday.” He grabbed the mop and shoved it into the bucket, avoiding your eye contact as he made his way past you to the doors to the back room.
You leapt forward, grabbing his hand with yours. He jerked under your touch slightly, turning his head to look down at his hand being engulfed by both of yours. His eyes trailed up your uniform until his eyes met yours, and you took in a sharp breath.
“You’re not going anywhere.” You mumbled gently as you took another step closer to him, grabbing ahold of his collar and pulling him down to you.
His lips found yours in a frenzy, his hand quick to drop yours and find the back of your head to steady his lips against you as the other grabbed your back, holding your body close to his. Your fingers slipped from his collar to snake around his neck, your other arm quick to follow as you lifted yourself up on your toes.
You’d thought about this moment hundreds of times, but you’d never expected his lips to be so soft, or for his mouth to move so perfectly against yours. His tongue swiped along your lower lip, silently begging you for access as his tongue began exploring yours. His arms around you tightened as you pressed yourself against him, desperate to feel him on every inch of your body.
His lips pulled back from yours suddenly, bringing his hand up to run his thumb across your lower lip and take a moment to look down into your eyes. Your chest heaved slightly as his fingernails dragged through the hair on the nape of your neck, you lifted yourself up to kiss him again and his hands all of a sudden found the backs of your thighs.
He lifted you up with ease, your legs instantaneously wrapping around his hips as he walked the two of you into the back room. You sucked on his lower lip happily as his feet kicked chairs out of his way until his thighs hit the table, slowly setting you down on the edge of it.
Reluctantly, he pulled back from your lips again to take another look at you. His hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs rubbing softly against your cheeks as he leant his forehead against yours. “You’re sure about this?”
You were quick to nod, your hands wrapping around his waist to untie the apron that was proving too many layers between you. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” You tilted your chin up to press a kiss to his lips again as you pulled the material off of him, pulling back to glance down at the prominent bulge that had appeared in his pants.
His breath hitched slightly as he noticed you notice, his hand moving to hold your jaw as he captured your upper lip between his. Slowly savouring the taste of your lips as your hands settled at his waist, the tips of your fingers slowly brushing beneath the band and making their way round to the front.
“Will you let me take care of you, baby?” You murmured against his lips. You felt him pause against you and slowly pull away, watching as he let out a hot breath against your skin. He nodded gently, before clearing his throat.
“I mean, you technically won the bet,” He started, pulling his lips away from yours to nose against your jaw. His lips dragging against the sensitive skin beneath your ear as he sloppily pressed kisses to your skin. “Shouldn’t I be taking care of you?”
You let out a breathy laugh as you lulled your head back, swallowing shallowly before pulling back from him completely. You kept your hands on his waistband as you stood up in front of him, lifting to press a soft kiss to his lips before whispering. “Sucking your cock would’ve been first on my list, baby.”
He let out a choked sound at that, nodding softly as he watched you sink to your knees. You silently revelled in the sight before you, him becoming putty in your hands. As your knees hit the cold floor, your hand pushed up the hem of his shirt to reveal the small curve of his stomach.
You leant forward, pushing your fingers through the happy trail of hair that disappeared into his shorts. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses filling the room around you as you mouthed at his skin. You pushed his shirt up further, looking up at him before he quickly took the hint and pulled it up over his head.
The fingers around his waistband paused as you looked up at the sight before you, the beauty of the freckles and moles that kissed his skin and the swell of hair across his chest causing you to push your thighs together in an attempt to dull the throb between your legs.
“You’re so beautiful, Steve.” You whispered softly as he looked down at you, you caught the way his chest hitched at that. His fingers pushed through your hair and you leant into the touch as you slowly pushed down his shorts, your own breath hitching as you’re faced with the obscenely large bulge in his boxers.
Your palm reached out to press against it, rubbing it back and forth slowly as you watched his reaction. You felt his grip in your hair tighten as he let out a low groan, you slowly leant forward as you pulled down the boxers to grab his cock as it sprung out of his boxers.
“Fuck.” He grunted as your hand wrapped around his length. Your mouth went dry as your eyes took in the size of him, his throbbing cock felt heavy in your hand as your thumb smeared the precum around the tip gently. Your tongue followed suit shortly, moaning against him at the taste of him.
Your tongue found the base of his cock, and you slowly trailed it up the vein that was prominent along him before your lips wrapped around his tip. His other hand wrapped in your hair as you slowly began bobbing your head around him, your hand taking care of the rest of him.
His eyes were intently watching you as you pulled back from him, your hand picking up the pace before you pooled salvia in your mouth and drooled it against his tip. You took him in your mouth this time, more determined. You inhaled out of your nose as you sank down further, trying to take as much of him as you could.
The bob of your head picked up as he began guiding your head gently, a low string of his moans hitting your ears, spurring you. Your nose nestled against the hair around the base of him as he hit the back of your throat, your eyes watering slightly before you pulled yourself away. You watched as your hand pumped him, drops of his precum dripping over onto your hand.
You took him in your mouth again, your eyes not leaving his as he swore your name under his breath. “I’m gonna come if you do that again, seriously.”
You feel an ache in your jaw as you take him back in your mouth again, the feeling of him pulsing in your mouth is almost addictive. A mixture of your spit and his spend is pooling at the corners of your mouth as your lips meet his base again, your eyes fluttering shut as your nose nestles against the hair. You pull back slightly to use your hand to finish him off, your eyes finding his as his hips jerk against you.
“Fuck, baby–” You felt him deposit into your mouth, the warmth spilling down your throat as his hands hold your head you steady. You moan around him, which only riles him up even more, his hips bucking into you slowly as you pull your mouth off of him with a small pop.
You rise off your knees steadily, looking down as you watch your hand pump his length slowly as you coax him down from his orgasm. His chest is heaving as he looks down at you, his hand holding the back of your neck as he pulls you back in again, catching his lips with yours.
Your spare hand presses against his chest as his tongue licks into your mouth, his gentle moans spilling into your mouth as you feel his hips rutting against you. You feel the warmth of his hand at your lower back as you slowly pull your lips away, your eyes glancing between your bodies to watch as he fucks your hand.
“You got another one for me, baby?” You mumble, your mouth watering at the sight before you look back up at him to catch his eyes. He offers a small nod as you lean forward to drag your lips to the first inch of his skin you can find, your fingernails scratching at his chest as you speak against his neck. “Go on, honey. Fuck my hand, use me. Please, baby.”
He nods as his hand slips to your waist, holding onto you as you suck on the sensitive skin on his neck. It didn’t take long for him to throw his head back with pleasure, detaching your lips from him giving you a moment to watch as you continue to milk his cock.
“I’m so close, baby, please.” He grunts as his hips pick up pace, you hum softly as your wrist begins matching the pace of his hips. You take your lower lip between your teeth, not knowing whether to watch his cock in your hand or watch his face as he comes for a second time in a five minute window.
“Let go, baby. I got you.” Your hand grabs the back of his neck to pull his face to yours, lifting yourself up on your toes to take your lips against his. His firm hands hold your waist in place as he releases over your hand, his moans being swallowed by your lips as you coax him from his high.
You pull your hand off of him slowly as you take a step back, lifting your hand to your lips where your finger slips between them. Steve thinks back to earlier when you licked the ice cream off of your fingers, and he thought you looked beautiful then. Somehow, you look even more beautiful now. He leans his arm down to pull up his shorts that were pooled around his knees, settling them at his lower hips.
The two of you stand there for a moment, taking in each other's wiped out demeanor. His chest heaves as a smirk grows across his lips, taking a step closer to you to grab you by your waist and pick you up, placing you promptly on the table.
“Although I love this uniform on you,” His voice hoarsely spoke, his chest glistening with sweat as it heaved. His fingers splay from your waist and nimbly untie your apron, pulling it off your body and tossing it to the floor. His fingers then wrap around the hem of your uniform, and slowly pull it over your head. “Fuck.”
A smirk drags across your lips as you lift your arms for him, leaning back on your hands to push your chest out to him. You tilt your head slightly as you lift your hand to slowly pull down the straps of your bra, “You okay, Steve?”
He was quick to nod, not being able to take his eyes off of you for a second before they slowly pulled up to yours. He leant forward, placing his hands on either side of your body as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. Then the corner of your mouth, your cheek, his lips sloppily trailing along your jaw before taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth.
“I just need you, so fucking bad.” He growled against you, his hands lifting from the table to unclasp your bra. You lifted each of your hands so he could manoeuvre it off of you, and pulled himself back to get a better look at your breasts.
You could swear you heard him whimper as his arm slips around your back, pulling you against him to kiss your shoulder as he softly lays you down against the cool table. Your head lulls beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs, his lips dragging from your shoulder and across your chest, before promptly wrapping around your peaked nipple.
His hand slips from your back to cup the other as he puts his tongue to work. Messily twirling around the hardened bud before taking it between his teeth, glancing up at you as you gasp before latching his lips around it again to soothe the pleasurable ache. His lips are quick to drag across your chest to the other to repeat his actions, his fingers rubbing the soaked nub between his fingers as your back arches into him.
“God, Steve. That feels so good,” You sigh, lifting your head slightly to watch as he sloppily mouths at your tits. “You make me feel so good, baby.” Your fingers push the curls out of his face to get a better look at him, and you can’t help but smile down at him when his eyes catch yours.
His lips press to your sternum, slowly making their way down your body until they reach the waistband of your uniformed shorts. He glances up at you, to which you quickly nod and lift your hips so he can tug them down.
“You’re so eager, baby.” He mumbles to you as he stands up to pull them off of your legs. His hands are quick to fall to your knees, stopping them from attempting to meet. You scoot further back on the table to make room for him as he lowers himself back between your legs, a small whistle leaving his lips as his hands splay at your inner thigh.
“Holy shit. You’ve soaked right through your panties, honey.” He speaks as he glances up at you, he reaches a finger out to the light fabric of your underwear that have stuck to the swell of your lips. A small sigh passes his lips as he watches you twitch from the smallest of touch, leaning himself closer to press his face against the soaked cotton. “You smell so fucking good, baby. Like heaven.”
You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows so you can watch the way he’s taking you in. Practically rubbing his face against your pussy, your hips buck up to his touch gently. “You’re so desperate, Steve, huh? You can’t get enough.”
He nodded softly as he pulled his head away, wrapping his fingers around the waistband and pulling them down your legs with ease. “I could come again, right now. Just from looking at you.” He let out a short laugh, but you knew he wasn’t joking.
Once your panties were discarded and you were all laid out for him, you’re certain that you heard him whimper again. He pressed both of his thumbs against your glistening slit, slowly pulling your lips apart to look at you. You heard him swear under his breath as you felt his thumbs slowly press at your entrance.
Your body was feeling so weak that you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, you let yourself lay back on the table to let Steve have his way with you. His finger dipped inside of you, gathering your slick on the pad of his finger as he slowly trailed it up to your clit. He watched as your body reacted to the touch, a small smirk across his lips. “You’re so responsive, baby. Look at her, she’s so beautiful.”
Before you could say anything else, his mouth was on you. His tongue dipping inside of you to collect more of your wetness and work it through your folds, sucking on each inch of you before wrapping his lips around your clit. One of his hands grabbed the back of your thigh, pulling you closer into him as he slipped his tongue back inside of you, eager to taste every part of you as his nose brushed your most sensitive spot.
“Oh my fucking God, Steve.” You cried out, your fingers grabbing at his hair and holding him against you as your hips jerked off the table. He pulled his mouth off of you with a pop, looking up at you with a smirk you’ve never seen before.
His index and middle finger circled at your clit gently, causing your breath to hitch. His fingers travelled through every curve of your pussy until he slowly pushed the tips inside, a small gasp falling from his lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pulled himself back slightly to watch the sight before him, how your cunt wrapped around his fingers. “You’re so fucking tight, ‘m gonna have to work you open if I’m gonna fit inside there.”
You whined at his words, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched off the table as you felt him push his fingers deeper into you. You felt them curl inside of you, pressing against the spongy wall inside of you that made you gasp in pleasure. When you opened your eyes, Steve’s face was inches in front of yours.
Your hands grabbed the back of his neck as your hips rolled against the movement of his fingers, sweat beading at your hairline as he looked down into your eyes. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need from me, fuck your pretty little pussy on my fingers.” He nodded softly before capturing your upper lips against his, your moans muffled by his lips.
As his fingers fucked into you, his other hand angled on the top of your pussy so his thumb could catch your clit. As you felt him against you, you pulled your lips back so you could cry out his name in pleasure, unable to hold it back anymore.
He pulled his two fingers out of you to push a third one in, the pressure of his thumb circling against your pussy coiling in your stomach as his fingers curl inside of you. His lips attach to your neck, sucking at your skin as the sound of his fingers fucking into you fills up the room.
You feel your cunt tightening around him as your hand grabs at his wrist, holding him in place but somehow pushing him deeper as your hips push off the table. “I’m gonna come, baby, fuck – I’m so close.” You whined, his fingers somehow curling even deeper inside of you.
“Come for me, baby. Please, I wanna see that pretty little cunt come all over my hands. Be a good girl and come for me, hm?” He hummed against your skin, and all of a sudden the words you were about to reply dissolve against your tongue as his fingers hit you just right.
You feel a rush of heat between your legs, and before you can stop it, you’re spilling all over his hands and soaking the table beneath you. His lips against your neck pause but his fingers don’t stop, he continues fucking your orgasm out of you and his thumb at your clit only quickens as he hums against your neck. “Did you just– Holy shit.”
Your legs tremble beneath you as your climax comes to an end, but Steve doesn’t let up. His head is between your legs again, sucking desperately at your clit as his fingers shallowly fuck your hole. He mumbles against you, “One more for me, baby, please. Come for me one more time before I stuff this tight little pussy with my cock.”
His words are enough to finish you off once more, but him relentlessly sucking at your clit seemingly does the job. Your hands tug at his hair as you feel it building inside of you, your chest heaving as he makes out with your pussy. His tongue devouring every inch that you’re offering him, and he holds you to him as close as he can when you finally come undone again.
“Fuck, Steve – Oh my, fuck.” You cry out as your hips jerk against his face again, your orgasm almost stronger than the first as his fingers work you through it.
Eventually, he pulls his fingers out from you and in no time is sucking on them like a popsicle. You catch his devilish smirk as he stands upright, his other hand rubbing your thigh softly as lay bare for him, struggling to catch your breath.
He releases his fingers with a small pop, before climbing up onto the table and hovering over you. You’re still breathless as his lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his arms bracketing either side of your head as he looks down at you. “You’re so beautiful.”
You bite down on your lower lip gently as you lift your shaky hand up to his cheek, pulling him down to your lips again before you mumble against him. “Don’t get too comfortable now. Give me one minute, and I’ll be ready.”
He nodded against your lips, letting his body settle on top of you as he parted your lips with his tongue. You could taste yourself on his mouth, and as your arms snaked around his neck, he kissed you deeper. He kissed you like he was a soldier coming home to his wife from the war, it was sweet and loving compared to what he just did to you.
His warm hand held your hip as he eagerly licked into your mouth, the kiss soon turning sloppy as your leg lifted to wrap around his waist and he could feel the heat from your pussy against his cock through the layer of his shorts.
As you felt him throb against you, you pulled your lips back from his slightly. “Okay, it’s been a minute.” Your grip around his neck tightened as you took his lips against yours again, an eager huff pressing against your lips as you felt him shuffle out of his shorts.
He manoeuvred himself out of them and pulled his lips away from yours to dip his hand between your bodies. His fingers dragged through your pussy to gather your wetness across his hand, earning a small gasp from you. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it slowly as he looked up at you, “You sure?”
You nodded quickly, eagerly spreading your legs further open for him as you nibbled on your lower lip in anticipation. He dipped his forehead against yours to steady himself, his other arm next to you holding him up as he pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance and slowly dragged it up your slit.
A string of moans fell from your lips as you watched, his tip glistening with your juices before he repeated this action over, and over. You felt yourself clenching around nothing, readying yourself each time he dipped to your entrance but huffing in frustration when he missed on purpose.
“Hey,” He lifted his head to look down at you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit as he spoke. “Just getting you ready for me, honey.”
“But I’m ready, Steve, come on. Just fuck me–” Your words were cut off with a cry as he pushed his cock into you, your head falling back as you felt him inside of you. Every vein and inch that pushed into you filling you up with pain and pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” His head dropped to the curve of your shoulder as he dragged his hips backwards before slamming his hips back into you. Your nails clawed at the skin on his back as you fluttered around his cock. “This pussy was made for me, you’re taking me so well, baby.”
You nodded at his words, moans spilling from you both with each thrust of his hips. “You’re so big, Steve. Holy fuck – Fuck.” You whined, tightening your leg around his waist. You felt him lift his head from your shoulder, catching your lips with his as he drilled his hips into you.
“I wanna hear you, baby,” He spoke against your lips before pulling himself up from your body. He straightened himself and settled his hands at your hips, lifting you slightly to hit a deeper angle. The sound of your moans and the squelch of Steve filling up your pussy danced through the room, “You hear that? Your pussy is so loud, baby. Look at her, swallowing me whole.”
His hand slipped from your hip to your lower stomach, rubbing your skin softly before his thumb found your clit again. Your back arched off of the table as you cried out in pleasure, the familiar coiling in your lower stomach returning as your hand grabbed at Steve’s arm.
“You gonna come for me again, already? You’re so greedy, baby.” He smirked down at you as he thrust into you, his eyes trailing down your body to watch where the two of you met. “My cock is so wet, baby. You gonna come all over it again? Gonna let me fill you up?”
“Fuck, yes. Come inside me, Steve, please.” You babbled as you felt your walls tighten around him, his own breath hitching as his head rolled back on his shoulders. He was quick to snap back to watching you writhe under him in pleasure, watching your hands paw at your breast and watching the way your pussy happily sucked him back in.
“I’m gonna– Fuck, you gonna come for me, honey?” You quickly nodded, your eyes screwing shut as he picked up the pace of his hips. Again, before you could stop it, you were showering him with your release all over again. He groaned at the sight, at the sensation, and a few seconds later you could feel his come spilling out inside of you.
His hips faltered slightly, his body dropping back over yours as he held himself up by his arm. His lips found yours again as his cock dragged in and out of you slowly, easing you both down from your high as you panted into each other's mouths. He fucked his come deeper inside you, slowly. He swallowed each of your moans as his hand rubbed at your waist lovingly.
Your hands held his shoulders as you felt him slowly pull out of you, but he was quick to pull his lips from yours to straighten up again to watch the aftermath between your legs.
His hand steadied around his cock as he pulled out of you, watching his come dripping from your hole. He let out a stifled groan as he pushed it back into you once more, a heavy groan leaving your lips at the feeling. He pulled himself out of you and was quick to drop between your legs again, his tongue reaching out to catch what had fallen out of you before dragging it up your pussy, and leaving one last kiss against your swollen clit.
You watched him with parted lips, frankly quite shocked that the boy who couldn’t score one phone number had just fucked you like that. You lifted yourself up slightly to grab onto his arm and pull him back up to you, a shy smile across his lips as he climbed on the table next to you. He laid on his side, leaning on his elbow and resting his head on the palm of his hand.
“You’re really something else, Harrington.” You managed breathlessly, nibbling on your lower lip gently as his hand softly dragged across your sternum. He looked down at you with a gentle smile, warmth creeping up to his cheeks as his chest heaved beside you.
“I could say the same about you.” He laughed softly, his hand slipping to your waist as he leant down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled into it, your hand lifting into his hair before turning your body slightly to face him.
“You know,” You mumbled against his lips before pulling back to look at him. “For my winnings, I think I’m going to request what we just did. Everyday.” Your voice was a hoarse whisper, but the smile that broke out across his face at your words was prize enough.
“Oh yeah? Everyday?” He pecked a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling you closer to him slightly, your arm snaked around his neck to hold him in place as you sighed softly into the kiss.
“And for my other winnings,” You mumbled against his lips which earned a laugh from him, pulling back from you to roll his head back with a sigh. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow as his hand dragged up and down your side, settling at your thigh. “I’m going to request, no more numbers. You don’t ask, I won’t accept.”
His hand paused in motion, his smile creeping wider against his lips before he nodded down at you. He kissed you once, twice, three times as he slowly crept over you again, the feeling of his cock hardening against you again earning a breathy laugh against his lips, his hand wrapping your leg around his waist again as he mumbled against your lips.
“If I’d have won, that would’ve been my wish, too.”
Robin and Nancy work together to get you and Steve on a date, you find out that all you needed was a little push
Steve was going through a rough patch, after his glory ‘king Steve’ days, it seemed no girl cared about him anymore. His reputation was already ruined by being employed at the local family video, and on top of that, all the female customers just ignored him when they walked in.
Robin prided herself on her match-making skills, the problem was that Steve was going after the usual high school hook up type. He needed someone that was looking for the same thing as him — ready to accept the slightly worn out Steve, someone to actually settle down with long-term. And Nancy had you as a friend, you weren’t all that outgoing — preferring to stay in, curled up on the couch with a book in your hands during a Friday night. But according to Robin you were perfect, you would be able to slow Steve down a bit, and “make that dingus finally get a girl.”
So they started arranging it, but Nancy and Robin had to be discreet. If Nancy told you that you were going on a date with Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington, who you’ve only seen from further away, you’d be scared off and refuse to go. And Robin knew Steve was the overly excited type, he’d spend hours messing around with his hair and clothes, and overthink everything that he was going to say, not being able to act like himself.
Nancy was driving you around Hawkins, she mentioned she needed to run a couple of errands before going back to her house. But you noticed there was something weird going on with her, she was practically bouncing out of her seat, a small smile creeping up onto her face.
‘Maybe she’s just thinking about Jonathon’ you thought to yourself shrugging.
Nancy and Steve’s past relationship hadn’t gone down the best, it was full of regrets and hurtful words but she managed to move on with Jonathon. But Steve was still her friend, she knew how much he had grown these past few years, and he deserved a companion just as much as you did — someone to treat him better than she ever did.
She pulled up into the parking lot of family video. “Hey, can you grab the movie tape I told you about earlier inside? I just need to tell Robin something and we’ll be out of there.” You nodded, and followed her inside.
The store was fairly empty, you quickly spotted Nancy’s energetic friend Robin who was standing behind the counter, a wide smirk on her face. What was going on with them?
You wandered over to the rom-com section browsing for the tape Nancy instructed you to find.
You were lost in your own world, unaware of the commotion happening a few sections back. “Dingus, go help her, I’m busy right now!” Robin whisper-yelled hitting Steve’s back as he came out of the break room.
“Ouch, ok ok I’m going.” Steve yelped, spotting you across the store struggling to find a specific tape.
He walked over and your back was still turned to him, he cleared his throat awkwardly standing. “Er, can I help you with something…oh,” Steve went slack-jawed when you turned around.
He could only describe you as the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen in all of Hawkins. You were holding your hands together in front of you, shifting between both feet, looking up at Steve with the most adorable look on your face. He could instantly tell you were shier than most, your eyes looked all around his face before settling on the floor.
“I-I’m good, just looking for a…movie” you squeaked out. You remembered Steve but he looked different now. He lost his youthful lean body, his shoulders were broader now, jaw sharper with light stubble coating his once clean shaven face, and his hands god. They were rougher — the veins popping at the surface, it was clear he worked now, not just lazily kicking back and letting others take over. He smiled when it meant something now, and he looked like he went through some tough moments.
“Need help?” Steve swallowed thickly.
“I…mhm,” your voice coming out as a faint whisper, a pink colored flush swallowing your face whole.
Despite your closed-off nature Steve took a step closer, he found himself unable to keep the short distance from the quiet kind of beauty that was in front of him.
“This is the one you’re looking for?” He pulled out the tape you were endlessly searching for.
Your eyes widened at the way he understood what you wanted without having to communicate it. “Y-yeah, that’s the one.” You looked into his eyes, while a soft smile spread onto Steve’s face.
He extended the tape towards you, and you reached out wrapping your fingers around it, they skimmed Steve’s own fingers but neither of you pulled back. You weren’t one for physical touch, but there was something about his warm skin against yours that found you aching for more.
Steve’s breath paused when he made contact with you for the first time, tingles spread from his fingertips straight into his chest. Unbeknownst to them, Nancy and Robin were hidden behind the counter giggling uncontrollably, and high-fived each other at their brilliant thinking.
After a couple seconds you took the tape away and held it close to your chest not sure what to say anymore. “T-thank you…you must know all your movies well.” Your poor attempt at flirting with Steve sent butterflies through his stomach, and he let out a quiet laugh shaking his head.
“Not really no, I don’t even know how I got this job. But if you keep showing up, I’ll have a reason to try and pay attention from now on.” Steve effortlessly responded, reminding you of the ladies man you once knew.
You ducked your head, cheeks darkening even further, though you smiled. You weren’t use to this type of attention, especially not from Steve Harrington, but that’s what made your heart start to quicken. Why was he so damn charming?
You turned away before you could embarrass yourself more, he was probably just being friendly, you were a customer after all. Steve rung you up but snuck glances at your face, reveling in the way you refused to meet his eyes anymore.
Nancy finally emerged and held a smug look on her face as she walked alongside you back to her car. “Sooo” she dragged out. “How’d it go!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Nance,” you tried brushing her off, busying yourself with getting your seat buckled.
“Oh, stop it! You know what I mean…” she wiggled her eyebrows at you with a knowing look. “Steve Harrington.”
You buried your face into your hands groaning, it was embarrassing just how affected you seemed, after a short interaction with the attractive man. “He’s so…” you sighed, not being able to describe so many characteristics into one word. Handsome? Flirty? Helpful?
“I knew it, you guys were made for each other. So when’s the date?” She asked getting to the point.
“What?” You screeched out. “I’m not—he didn’t, he just helped me out.” You settled on, though the warmth still swarming through your chest said otherwise.
“Practical Steve, he’s never been able to make the first move without a little push,” Nancy rolled her eyes. Was she seriously expecting Steve Harrington to ask you out? You were nothing like the girls he went for, and were you even looking to date anyone right now?
Back in family video, Steve hadn’t even moved since you left, frozen in place still thinking of your fluttering eyelashes at him. Robin tackled him, her curiosity not even trying to be hidden. “Well? Are you back in the game Romeo? You two look so cute together I’m already planning your wedding!” She was bouncing up and down.
“It was—she’s—god she’s beautiful.” Steve shook his head, about to ask Robin to pinch him out of this dream.
“What did she say when you asked her out?” Robin was beyond happy.
Steve’s eyes widened his stare turning blank. “You did ask her out…right dingus?” Robin repeated slowly, looking like she was about to seriously hurt Steve if he denied.
“Uh…I…it completely flew out of my mind.” Steve’s gaze turned downwards, regretting the past ten minutes of his existence.
“Are you out of your mind Harrington? We bring you a girl, who’s exceptionally pretty and smart, and everything you don’t deserve, and you fumble that hard? What, did you expect her to do it for you?” Robin stretched her hands out grabbing Steve by the collar, drilling her words into his head.
“Start using your brain, before I take it away from you, Steve. I’ll tell Nancy to give me her number and you will call her tonight. Ask her to go on a date. Or so help me god I will never try to help your doomed love life again. Alright?”
Steve nodded rapidly, “yes yes ok, I’m gonna ask her out.” Prying Robin off of his body.
And sure enough, Robin gave him your phone number and later that night Steve was anxiously sitting by the phone preparing to make his move.
Your phone rang once, twice, then you picked it up. “Hello?” You questioned softly, Nancy never called you this late, and there was no one else that would be willing to strike up a conversation with you right now.
“Hey…Hi, it’s Steve, from earlier today.” He spoke his words slow, thinking about them more carefully now.
“Oh, hi! How’d you get my number?” You were shocked, maybe you hadn’t been imagining things after all.
“Robin gave it to me from Nancy. Don’t worry I’m not a stalker,” Steve awkwardly laughed and you couldn’t help the giggle that creeped through the line.
“But…I actually meant to ask you something, I forgot to earlier, it’s your fault actually, for distracting me.”
Your lips parted, you were distracting? Usually people barely detected you, but Steve noticed you enough to call you hours later.
“Yeah?” You asked, your tone still not rising above a whisper.
“Of course, which is why I wanted to know. Would you go out with me, like on a date?” Steve matched your pitch, wishing he could see through the phone, imagining how hard you would blush at his words.
You were taken aback, that was definitely not what you were expecting. Maybe he got you mixed up with another person, but your heart fluttered just a little.
“Really?”
“Yeah, pretty.” Steve’s word almost made you go into cardiac arrest. He called you pretty. A boy called you pretty. Steve called you pretty. You tried not to let how hard your heart was beating show through your voice.
“Um—yes. Yes! I’d like to.” You’ve truly never felt this excited in a long time, embarrassingly you’ve never gone on a date before. Guys were never really interested in you, and although it stung every now and then, you learned to ignore it, maybe love was never supposed to be in the cards for you. But Steve made sure to keep you on your toes.
“That’s great! Amazing actually!” Steve accidentally let his excitement show, but he felt like he was on cloud nine.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow night, alright?” Maybe Steve should’ve asked if you were even free then, but all he wanted was to see you again as soon as possible.
“Okay, sounds good.” You agreed, looking forward to your date.
The line filled with a long moment of silence, no one making the move to end the call. You could hear his soft breathing on the other end, and found yourself wondering what he was thinking too.
“Goodbye, Steve.” You whispered, hoping that your fondness would be able to reach him.
“Bye, pretty.” Steve whispered back, and you put the phone back down screaming into your pillow.
The next day you hurriedly invited Nancy over to help you prepare, maybe it was weird she was helping you get ready for a date with her ex, but she seemed just as excited as you.
She searched through your closet for the best outfit you own, pulling out a short navy plaid skirt paired with a soft sweater. You didn’t want to look like someone different, you wanted Steve to see the real you. Nancy did your hair and applied some light makeup to your face, just enough to bring out your features.
It was slowly getting closer to the time Steve was supposed to be picking you up, and you stood in front of your mirror admiring how good you looked.
“He’s going to fall at his knees for you,” Nancy giggled, and you shoved her away gasping.
“Nance!”
“I’m only saying the truth. You’re an amazing girl, it doesn’t take Steve much to see that. Just be yourself, I know it might feel like too much, but he just wants to impress you. Don’t get in your head,” Nancy finished by pulling you into a hug.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Nance, thank you, I owe you one.” You said smiling, Nancy shook her head shushing you.
She left your house with a wave and you patiently fidgeted around now, growing more restless by the minute. Then you heard it, the soft knock at your door by who you could only assume was your date. You smoothed down your skirt before swinging the door open.
You came face to face with Steve who was standing just as nervous you were, though he did a better job at hiding it. He put a lot of effort into his hair you noticed, wearing a jacket over his sweater and jeans. In his hands, Steve was holding a small bouquet of flowers, your favorite.
“Hey,” he breathed out, looking deeply into your eyes.
“Hi,” you couldn’t stop the small smile pulling at your lips.
“Hi,” he repeated, causing you to giggle. He shook his head, pulling himself out of the trance he was stuck in after seeing you looking all pretty for him.
“These are for you, I didn’t know what kind you liked, but…” Steve trailed off, handing them to you.
“They’re actually my favorite,” you tilted your head at him, moving them up to your nose to deeply inhale.
“Oh, well, looks like I’m an expert.” Steve puffed out his chest smugly.
You figured you should leave your doorway now, and he guided you to his car with a hand on your back. His touch, again.
He pulled open the passenger door for you, and once he made sure you were fully inside he shut it, jogging over to the drivers seat.
“I’d tell you where we’re going, but it’s a surprise.” He started driving, and every now and then, would take a glance at you, both of your smiles never leaving your faces.
He pulled up to a busy parking lot and a soft gasp left your mouth when you spotted a ferries wheel in the distance, Steve took you to the yearly carnival. You had always wanted to go, but going alone wasn’t ideal, and the crowds of people terrified you.
“We can leave if you don’t like these kinds of places,” Steve fully turned to you, not leaving the car yet. You felt like crying at how sincere he was being, taking your preferences into account.
You shook your head, “this is perfect, Steve.” You said, and he had to blink a couple of times at how good his name sounded leaving your lips.
He nodded rapidly and got out of the car coming around to help you out. He led you through the busy crowds, and your hands started brushing against his at your side, all you wanted was to reach out and hold his, but what if he didn’t want you to?
As if Steve was sensing your thoughts, you suddenly felt his warm hands lace his fingers through yours, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. You tried to not allow Steve to see the effect he had on you, but he pulled you just a tiny bit closer to his side, bumping hips.
“I’m not the best at carnival games to be honest, but they’re rigged anyway so who cares?” He said walking you over to a ring-stacking game.
You watched as Steve handed the worker some cash and was about to start playing before he turned to you. “Well, find a prize you like, for when I win it for you.” He winked, and you bit back a smile, shaking your head.
He squinted focusing as hard as he could, and got it in on the first try. “You see that!” He jumped, embodying an excited puppy.
“I see that, good job Steve”. You laughed. He got the next two rings successfully onto the cone and you cheered.
“Gimme that one.” Steve pointed at a small bunny plushie, looking so soft covered by fur.
He dramatically presented it to you, acting like it was gold. “For my good luck charm,” Steve bowed. You took it, giving it a light squeeze. “Hey, it kind of looks like you,” Steve teased.
You pointed at a penguin plushie, “and that one looks like you.” You teased back, Steve’s face morphing into one of shock.
“Take that back! If anything, I’m a lion” he playfully pushed you.
“Mhm sure, whatever you say.” You retorted, not able to take him seriously.
After sometime Steve took you to a cotton-candy stall, buying a huge bright pink one sharing it between you. What you really weren’t expecting though, was for Steve to pick off a big chunk and bring it to your mouth waiting to feed it to you. Your brows raised at his gesture, but you humored him moving to bite the sweet sugar from his hand.
He stared at you hungerily while you ate, and afterwards when there was some left over on the corners of your lips he lifted his thumb to gently swipe beside your mouth. “Good girl,” he muttered, low enough for only you to hear.
Burning heat rushed to your face, and Steve gave your still interlocked hand a soft squeeze, but undeniably gloated at how flustered he made you.
“‘Cmon pretty, we can’t leave without going on the Ferris wheel. I saw how excitedly you looked at it before.” He mentioned, grabbing you gently to get in line for the ride.
The sight was beautiful, you were looking up at the night sky, the wind softly blowing your hair back. You turned back to Steve who was watching you the entire time. “I had a really good time today with you, Steve.” You said.
“Me too, you look so beautiful.” He reached forward and tucked a loose strand behind your ear, getting to admire your features up close.
“Thanks…” you whispered, your gaze never leaving his honey brown eyes.
He seemed to not be able to look away from your eyes either and before you knew it, the distance between your faces was slowly closing, and you didn’t want to pull away.
“Steve,” you sighed, waiting for his soft pink lips to attach to yours.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispered, his hands not leaving your face.
“Kiss me,”
And just like that, Steve stopped over thinking every little movement, and allowed his heart to take control, his lips pressing fully against yours in the softest of kisses.
You didn’t pull away until you couldn’t breathe, but as soon as you did you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again and again.
“I want to be yours.” Steve confessed.
“I’d like that too.” You smiled wide, as he brought you into another kiss.
Nancy and Robin called it a success when they saw you two walking hand in hand the following day, exchanging low words. By the second date, he was already your boyfriend. You had finally found your person, and Steve found his.
steve harrington x female! reader, some eddie munson x reader
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summary:
when your friend with benefits, eddie, ditches you, you take comfort in his roommate.
warnings:
smut (18+), fingering, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v, spit, cumplay, eddie making some suggestive comments, language, weed use
word count: 4.5k
a/n:
i kind of set this one up for a part two, so let me know if you want one!
College was supposed to be “the best days of your life”. At least, that’s what your parents always told you, and always reminded you every time you had something to complain about.
Instead of that, you had an overwhelming amount of coursework, a professor who hated you, three major projects due next week, and a fuckboy friend with benefits who would never like you back the same way you liked him.
Yeah, definitely the best days of your life.
“Hey, baby,” the very same fuckboy friend greeted you as you exited the main lecture hall, books piled in your arms. He approached you and threw an arm over your shoulder, walking along with you.
“What is it, Eddie?” You were blushing, because you knew being seen with Eddie like this made it obvious what the two of you got up to. It was Eddie, after all, he had a pretty well known reputation. You totally weren’t blushing because of the ridiculous crush you have on him.
“I was thinking you could come over tonight,” Eddie drawled, leaning against you casually as you walked across the campus grounds. He always had that casual cockiness about him, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his tight jeans hugged his long legs, or the little strip of skin you could see beneath his t-shirt when he raised his arms.
“Tonight?” You asked. “I was going to be working on one of my projects tonight.”
“Boring,” Eddie said, waving the idea off. “Wouldn’t you have a much better time in bed with me?”
You blushed deeper, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. “Eddie!”
“Well it’s the truth,” he said. “Wouldn’t you rather spend the evening with my face between your legs?”
“Eddie, stop,” you said, not sure if you could take much more blushing. “I’ll come over.”
“Perfect!” Eddie exclaimed, spinning you around by your shoulders so you were facing him. “You will not regret your decision, princess.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, catching you by surprise. “See you at my dorm room at 8, yeah?”
“Sure,” you called after him, but he was already walking away. You cursed under your breath as you noticed a group of girls from your class staring at you, and you quickly hurried off back to your own dorm room.
You were no stranger to these late night hookups in Eddie’s dorm. His roommate was hardly ever there, even though they were apparently good friends. You got the impression the roommate was a bit of a ladies man himself. It seemed like he was always out on a date with someone.
You wondered if you should dress up - maybe this would be the night Eddie realized he had feelings for you, too? You pushed that thought from your head - if Eddie had feelings for you, he would have acted on them by now. This was nothing more than sex to him and you knew it.
Despite knowing you were being delusional, you dressed up anyway. You wore a brand new matching bra and panties set, white lace that hugged every curve of your body perfectly. You wore a little dress over top, then spent way too long in front of the mirror doing your hair and makeup.
When it was nearly 8, you left your dorm building, walking down the path to the men’s dorms. You climbed up the stairs to the top floor, heading down the hall to the familiar door. You knocked, even though Eddie had told you countless times you didn’t need to.
You waited. After a few minutes, the door opened, revealing not Eddie, but his roommate Steve.
Steve looked surprised to see you. His eyes widened slightly before a smirk spread across his lips. “Well. I wasn’t expecting a beautiful girl at my door this evening.”
You found yourself blushing yet again. Steve was really cute, and you’d had very few interactions with him. “Hey Steve,” you finally said. “Is Eddie here?”
“Uh, not right now,” he said. “I’m not sure where he went. Do you want to come in and wait for him?”
“Yeah, that would be good.” You cautiously entered the dorm room, feeling nervous despite the amount of times you’d been in there. You’d never been alone with Steve before, and you weren’t sure what to do or say.
You took a seat on Eddie’s bed that sat across from Steve’s. The other boy collapsed onto his bed, going back to the movie he’d been watching on the small color TV sitting on a dresser. He was watching The Breakfast Club, a bowl of popcorn next to him on the bed.
You waited for Eddie. And waited. And waited. You were beginning to feel humiliated as you realized you’d been stood up. You were just standing to go back to your dorm when Steve’s voice stopped you.
“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” He asked. “I was about to watch Scarface next.”
You thought for a moment. You could go home and mope in your bed, or you could stay here and hang out with Steve. You knew which one sounded like more fun. Fuck Eddie.
“Sure,” you said, and Steve scooted over, making room next to him on his bed. You kicked your shoes off and climbed on next to him, pulling your short dress down over your thighs. You noticed Steve’s gaze lingering on your legs.
As you watched the movie, Steve moved closer to you. About halfway through he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you nearly giggled from the cheesiness of it - if it didn’t feel so nice.
Steve began rubbing circles over the exposed skin of your arm, his right hand moving to rest on your bare thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his warm hands on your skin, you clenched your thighs together as you felt your clit throbbing at the idea of Steve moving his hand higher.
“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Steve whispered against your ear so quietly you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.
You froze. “What?”
Steve chuckled before speaking louder this time. “I said, you’re really pretty.” He turned to look down at you, a soft smile on his lips. “Too pretty to get stood up by my idiot roommate.”
You blushed. You didn’t need to be reminded about how you’d been ditched tonight. Probably for some other girl. “Thanks.”
Steve laughed again, lightly. “Are you okay? Really?”
You shrugged. “Yeah, I’m fine. Things between me and Eddie are just casual anyway. It shouldn’t be a big deal.”
“Still,” Steve said, “he had the prettiest girl on campus here waiting for him, and he ditched you for something else? If he thinks any other girl is half as perfect as you, he’s even dumber than I thought.”
You giggled, covering your face with your hands. You felt like you knew deep down that Steve was just trying to flatter you and make you feel better, but you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered in your chest.
“So cute,” Steve remarked again. The movie had gone forgotten, Steve’s attention fully on you now. He placed a finger underneath your chin, turning you to face him.
You met his eyes, the way he was looking at you caught you by surprise. His expression wasn’t playful or joking. “Can I kiss you?”
“Can- what?”
Steve laughed again. “Can I kiss you?”
“I…” You tried to shake some sense back into your head. Here was this cute guy, asking to kiss you, and you couldn’t even form a sentence. “Yeah.”
Steve smiled, then he was leaning in slowly until his soft lips pressed against yours. You melted into the kiss, body forming against his as you rested your hand on his chest. He kissed you with an eager intensity, lips locking with yours before he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips. You opened up for him and he slid his tongue inside, exploring your mouth.
His hand groped at your tits over your dress, before moving down to slide up your thighs. His hand rose up between your legs, cupping you over your core. You hoped he couldn’t tell how wet you had been already, but that hope was short lived.
“So wet for me already,” Steve hummed, trailing kisses down your jaw and to your neck. “You wanted this?”
“Mhm,” you agreed, mind spinning as Steve started biting and sucking at your neck. His fingers trailed over your pussy over your panties, teasing you.
“Want me to touch you here?” He teased, pressing harder against your clit. You whined, causing Steve to smirk against your neck.
“Yes, please,” you begged, arching your back and pressing your hips harder against Steve’s hand. Steve chuckled again, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing over your clit.
“So wet,” he said as he trailed his fingers down to your hole, pressing one to your entrance. “Want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
You nodded, a pathetic little whine leaving your lips. Steve was absolutely eating up every reaction he pulled from you, he had never been with someone so responsive, and he loved it. He pressed one of his thick fingers inside of you and you whined again, back arching against his headboard.
“Feel good, baby?” He asked as he pumped his finger in and out of you, thumb rubbing your clit as he did.
“So good,” you moaned, and Steve smirked as he watched you, falling apart on nothing but one of his fingers. He couldn’t help imagining how you’d look on his cock.
He added a second finger, curling them up inside you. He watched you intently, but you didn’t have the space in your brain to be self conscious with the way he was pulling you apart with nothing but his hand. Even Eddie hadn’t been able to do this to you.
“Gonna cum?” He asked, feeling the way you began clenching around his fingers.
You nodded quickly, a weak “Uh huh,” being all you could offer him. Your hand shot up to grip onto his shoulder, your pitchy moans filling the small bedroom as your orgasm rose in your belly. “Steve-“
“That’s it, baby, say my name when you cum on my fingers,” he praised, face buried in your neck again. “Go on, baby girl, cum for me.”
His words pushed you over the edge and you threw your head back, pussy clenching around Steve’s fingers as you came. You called his name over and over again- “Steve, Steve, Steve!”- him having the biggest smirk on his face as he watched you.
“Thaaat’s it,” he praised, working you through every high of your orgasm until your body collapsed back against the headboard and he removed his hand. You watched as he placed the fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. “Taste so good, too. I always knew you’d be sweet.”
You felt yourself blushing again, chest heaving as you watched him lick your wetness from his long fingers. Ones that had just been inside you. You were supposed to be here for Eddie, and it was his roommate who just gave you the best orgasm of your life with nothing but his hand.
Steve moved back in to kiss you again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. There was something so filthy about it that had your clit throbbing between your legs again. You kissed him back more eagerly than before, your hands resting on his neck.
“Wanna get inside you,” Steve muttered against your lips. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”
You moaned, bucking your hips up against his thigh. “Please,” you managed to squeak out, the only thing your hazy brain could come up with.
“Yeah? You want that?” Steve was breathless, a hand moving down to palm himself over his jeans. You hadn’t noticed how insanely hard he had gotten while fingering you. “You want my cock?”
“Want it so bad,” you whined, moving your own hand to replace his. He was rock hard beneath the material of his pants, and you knew he had to be uncomfortable. You rubbed over his erection, Steve groaning into your neck. You undid his belt buckle and jeans.
“Fuck, yeah,” Steve muttered, hands pushing your dress up until it was over your head. He took in the sight of your matching lingerie, eyes widening. “Goddamn. Look at you.”
“You like it?” You asked shyly, but it was pretty obvious he did, very much.
“Did I mention Eddie is a fucking dumbass?” Steve’s hands roamed over your body in the lingerie, fingers trailing over the lace of your bra. “My gain. God, you’re stunning.”
Steve sat up, quickly pulling his own shirt over his head, his jeans undone and hard cock tenting his boxers as he moved back over your body. He kissed all over your stomach, your tits, your neck. His hands slid behind your back, expertly undoing your bra and dropping it to his floor.
“So fucking hot,” he said as he moved back to look over your body. He pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to reveal his long, thick cock, tip red and leaking precum. He stroked his cock as he looked down at you.
You leaned up, placing a small kitten lick against the tip of his cock, tasting the precum there. Steve groaned, hand moving to the back of your head as you wrapped your lips around him and began sinking down. “Shit,” he hissed, fingers tangling into your hair.
You took as much of him into your mouth as you felt you could. Steve bucked his hips into your mouth, forcing his cock down your throat until it was hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag, sputtering as you pulled off of him.
“Shit, I’m so sorry baby,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear gently. “Are you okay? I- I didn’t mean to do that.”
“I’m okay,” you said, laughing through watering eyes. “Was just a lot.”
Steve laughed lightly. “Yeah? It was a lot?”
You slapped at his thigh, making him laugh again. You liked the sound of his laugh. You wrapped your lips around him again, taking him deeper on your own this time. Steve groaned loudly as you took him all the way, drool dripping from around your lips and onto the bed below him, but he didn’t care.
“Fuck, look at you. Such a little slut.” Steve ran his fingers through your hair as he watched the way your mouth wrapped around his dick, loving the sight. He would be thinking about this moment, this vision, on many nights alone.
You licked along the underside of his cock as you sucked him, moaning around his length to send the vibrations around him. Steve moaned loudly at that, pulling on your hair. “Shit. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep sucking me like that.”
You pulled off of him with an audible pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. His dick twitched at the sight, another low groan leaving his lips.
“Fuck. I have to have you, right now.” He flipped you over, causing you to squeal and giggle as you landed on your stomach on the bed. You felt Steve’s fingers beneath the waistband of your panties before he pulled them down your legs. He smacked your ass hard, watching the way it jiggled beneath his palm. God, he couldn’t get enough of you.
Steve gripped your hips, pulling them up so your back was arched for him. He stroked his cock a few times, then moments later he was sliding his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness on his dick. He pressed his fat tip against your hole, and you gripped onto the sheets in preparation. Steve was big, you knew you’d need something to hold onto.
“You ready for me, baby?” He asked, hands caressing down your sides gently. He admired your body from behind, before leaving another harsh slap on your ass. You jumped at the feeling, a quiet mixture between a gasp and a moan falling from your lips.
“I’m ready,” you told him, arching your back farther and pressing your hips back against him, desperate to feel him stretching you open.
“Needy little pussy,” Steve said, slapping your ass a third time. “I’ll give her what she wants, don’t worry baby.”
Steve started to slide into you, thick cock splitting you open as he pressed deeply inside. He groaned loudly at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him so perfectly, like your cunt was made for him. “Jesus. You have the perfect pussy, baby. I can’t believe Eddie missed out on this tonight.”
You gripped onto the pillow as Steve bottomed out behind you, balls pressed against your ass as he held his hips tightly against you. “Fuck. Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” You asked, turning around to look at Steve. God, he looked so hot behind you like this, cock buried deep in your pussy.
“Don’t wanna cum yet,” he admitted with a breathless laugh. “You feel too good, baby.”
You giggled, moving your hips back against him. This time it was Steve’s turn to cry out, a pathetic sounding whimper unintentionally escaping from him. “Babe, please.”
You liked feeling like you had some power over him. You pushed your hips back again, hard, and moaned as his tip brushed against that spot deep inside you.
Steve groaned again, his grip on your hips tightening. “You’re being a brat right now, you know that?”
“Am I?” You giggled again, moving back and forth along his cock.
“Eddie never told me you were so bad,” Steve said, slapping your ass again so hard it left a bright red handprint on your skin. “Always took you for a good girl. But you’re not being very good for me right now, are you?”
“I can be good,” you promised him. “Just want you to fuck me.”
“Impatient,” he tsked. “You want to get fucked like a whore? Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” you begged. “Please, please fuck me like a whore. Wanna be your little cockslut.”
Steve moaned, finally, finally starting to move his hips. He began fucking into you quickly, his headboard slamming into the wall and definitely disturbing anyone on the other side. “Like this? Wanted to get fucked like this?”
You moaned desperately, the sounds you were making turning higher and higher as he pounded into you from behind. “Yes, Steve, fuck, please don’t stop!”
Steve pulled your hips back to meet every thrust. His long, usually immaculately styled hair hung over his face as he dropped his head forward, getting lost in the pleasure of you. “Pussy’s perfect baby. I can’t fucking believe how perfectly it fits around my cock. Wanna fuck this pussy every fucking day.”
You basked in the praise, his words sending chills down your spine. “S’good, Steve, your cock is so big, fucks me so good.”
Steve was grunting with every thrust, his own mind going hazy with lust as he struggled to stay present in the moment. He had never felt a pussy as good as yours, truly, he couldn’t believe that there was anything on earth Eddie could choose over fucking you. You were perfect. There was no other girl on campus who could even compare.
“Yeah? I’m fucking you good, baby?” Steve was breathless as he spoke, trying his hardest not to show how absolutely wrecked he was inside you. He’d never had a girl bring him to his knees like this, literally.
“So good,” you promised him, never wanting him to stop. You could feel another orgasm approaching, the angle he was fucking you bringing you more pleasure than you’d ever felt. “Gonna cum again.”
Steve huffed a laugh. “Gonna cum just from getting fucked?”
“Yeah,” you whined, pushing back against him again. With the added help every thrust was so deep, so intense. Steve was fucking you wildly, you never knew you’d like being fucked so animalistically the way he was, but you fucking loved everything about this.
“Go on and cum all over my cock then, slut,” he said, slapping your ass again. You cried out, which only egged him on more. “Cream all over my dick, baby.”
Steve leaned forward, grabbing your face around your jaw and forcing you to look at him. He pursed his lips and spit, landing on the side of your mouth. You gasped, eyes going wide - no one had ever done that to you before. He watched as you darted your tongue out, licking his spit away and swallowing it.
“Good fucking girl,” Steve praised, moving back and wrapping an arm around your middle to rub against your clit again. “Now, I need you to cum for me.”
Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth dropped open as your second orgasm crashed through you, the most embarrassingly desperate moans falling endlessly from your very soul. Steve kept fucking you hard, riding through your high and beyond it.
“Fuck, yeah, gonna cum,” he groaned, hips snapping into yours even faster. “I’m so close, baby. Gonna cum in that little pussy.”
“Cum for me, Steve,” you moaned, thrusting back against him with every movement. Your head dropped down, face buried in the pillows to bury the sounds you were making as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck, fuck!”
Steve spilled into you, pumping his cum into you deeply as the hottest groans you’d ever heard from a man filled the room. His hands held you so tightly you could feel the bruises blooming on your hips.
“Shit,” he muttered as he pulled out, and you flipped over onto your back to see him. He placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs for him. He could see his cum gently dripping from your spent cunt, and the sight had his dick twitching all over again.
He dipped between your legs and you gasped loudly as you felt his tongue on your sensitive pussy. Steve licked you clean, his tongue flicking over your bud before focusing on your hole and the cum escaping from you. The overstimulation sent you over the edge as a third orgasm ripped through your tired body, your hands pulling hard on Steve’s hair as you called his name again and again.
When he lifted from between your legs, you could see his cum on his tongue, smeared along the side of his mouth. He moved forward, pressing his lips to yours and licking against your own tongue as you tasted the mixture of yours and his release. He pushed his cum into your mouth, and you gladly licked it all from his tongue and lips, swallowing as you made eye contact.
“How do I taste?” He asked, that cocky smirk back on his face.
“So good,” you said, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips.
Steve lay down on the bed next to you, pulling a cigarette from a pack on the bedside table and a lighter. He lit the cigarette, offering you one, but you declined.
“That was incredible,” you finally said, making Steve chuckle around the cigarette.
“Yeah, it was,” he agreed. He reached over and grabbed your hand with his free one. “I’d like to do this again sometime.”
“This specifically?” You weren’t sure you wanted or needed another friend with benefits. You wanted more for yourself than that. The last thing you needed was another fuckboy friend to catch feelings for and get hurt over.
“Not necessarily,” Steve laughed. “We could go out somewhere else. On a date, maybe.”
“A date?” You tried to hide the way your face lit up, but you couldn’t hide from Steve. “That would be nice.”
“Cool. I’ll give you a call then.” Steve smiled. “Not that that means you have to leave now.”
You stayed in bed, naked and talking with Steve. It turned out you actually had things in common, and he was easy to talk to. He also was good friends with Eddie, but clearly didn’t approve of the way he had ditched you tonight. But at least it led you to Steve.
You were in the middle of sharing a joint and watching another movie from Family Video when the sound of the lock turning startled you. You had time to quickly grab the sheets and hold them over your bare chest as the door opened and Eddie walked in.
“You’ll never believe the night I had man, I-“ Eddie stopped cold when he turned and saw you in bed with Steve. He said your name, confusion written across his face.
“Uh,” you said, not sure what to do. “Hey, Eddie.”
“Hey,” he said back awkwardly, looking between you and his friend. “Am I, uh, interrupting something?”
“Nah, we were just watching The Lost Boys,” Steve said, ever casual even though he was also still completely naked beneath the blankets, after having fucked his best friend’s FWB. “Welcome to join us, if you want.”
“Yeah, I think I’d like to join,” Eddie teased, a knowing smirk on his face as his eyes dragged over your body. “Looks like fun.”
You rolled your eyes. “Where were you?”
He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you were supposed to be meeting me here at 8, remember?”
Realization dawned on Eddie then, and his jaw dropped open. “Shit, princess, I’m so sorry. Time got away from me. I was with the guys, we were working on a new song…”
You shook your head. “It’s whatever.”
A sly smile spread across Eddie’s lips. “You were upset.”
“Well yeah, you bailed on our plans, of course I was upset!” You were getting upset again now, not caring that your boobs would be on full display if you dropped the thin sheet.
“So upset you ran into the arms of my roommate?”
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You were speechless, and maybe you had been in the wrong, too. But it’s not like you and Eddie were exclusive, you could sleep with whoever you wanted.
“I’m not mad,” he said quickly, reaching a hand forward to rub your leg beneath the blanket. “I’m only upset I missed out.”
“Maybe next time,” Steve teased. “I’m sure she’d like that. She’s a real little slut, you never told me that.”
You blushed deeply as Eddie laughed, moving to stand next to you now as he gently caressed your face. “Yeah. She can be real naughty when she wants to be. Can’t you, princess?”
“Oh, she’s a filthy girl,” Steve contributed, moving to kiss at your neck again. “But she was so good for me.”
“She always is,” Eddie added. “Maybe you can show us how good you can be for us both, yeah?”
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who’s gonna drive you home tonight? - steve harrington
frat! steve harrington x sorority girl! reader
part one of ???
masterlist tag list steve masterlist
summary:
you’ve hated steve harrington since the day you met him. unfortunately for you, your sorority and his frat go hand in hand, and you can’t escape him. he gets no greater joy in life than to piss you off. when a frat party like any other turns into something heated with the guy you hate more than anyone else, neither of you are sure how to deal with it.
warnings:
smut (18+), protected p in v, dubcon? (they’re both high), oral sex (f receiving), thigh riding, fingering, messy, rough sex, big dick steve, mention of masturbation (m and f), drinking, drug use (weed), pervy comments, steve is actually insufferable at first
word count: 17.5k words
a/n:
there is soooo much left of this fic, i have the whole thing outlined and i’m so excited! it will def be 4+ parts but i really wanted to share the beginning with you and hopefully it will motivate me to finish it soon 😁 i really hope you like it!!
The first time you met Steve, you almost slapped him.
His reputation preceded him. Even your freshman year at Ohio State University, fresh out of rush week, you’d heard plenty about Sigma Chi pledge Steve Harrington. They were singing his praises from day one—he was handsome, a baseball genius, the life of any party. He commanded the attention of any room he stepped into. You were a little sick of him to begin with from how your Delta Gamma sisters wouldn’t shut up about him for two seconds even before that first party.
And when you walked into the Sigma Chi house for the first time, you didn’t even need to be told which one was the Harrington. The world gravitated around him like he was the sun itself, and he seemed to glow like it, too. He was handsome, devastatingly so. His smile was blinding. He had a stupidly good head of hair, gorgeous sun-kissed skin dotted with moles like constellations, and big hazel eyes that made him look deceptively sweet.
You’d met eyes from across the room, and at the time, it had felt like something clicking into place. Two puzzle pieces who had finally found where they belonged. Your breath hitched as he left the group he was talking to and sauntered over, that brilliant smile now directed specifically at you and you alone. Your heart had felt like it might burst from your chest.
“Oh my god,” one of your sisters, Margot, had said, grabbing onto your arm. “He’s coming over here.”
He didn’t even glance at her. He only looked at you. He wore a polo with jeans that fit him just right, a red plastic cup clutched in his large hand. When he reached you, you could smell his cologne, something intoxicating that made your head spin. He really was everything everyone had promised.
And then he opened his mouth.
“Hi,” he’d said, extending a hand towards you. “I’m Steve. And you are fucking beautiful.”
Embarrassingly, you’d giggled like a total fool, given him your hand, and introduced yourself. “Nice to meet you, Steve.”
He’d actually taken your hand and kissed your knuckles, like the prince he absolutely saw himself as. And then, that suave grin turned into something more like a cocky smirk, a look you’d grow to know and loathe. “You know, you look like a girl who deserves the very best,” he’d said. “And, wouldn’t you know it—by sheer coincidence, you’re looking at the best this frat has to offer.”
Okay, a little eye roll worthy, but that wasn’t abnormal for these frat guys. You’d raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what could you possibly offer me?”
His smirk had widened, and he moved in, grabbing you by the hip and pulling you against him. “Oh, things beyond your wildest dreams, baby,” he’d murmured, even as you gasped at the sheer audacity of this guy. “Why don’t we go up to my room and I can show you?”
You’d shoved him back by his chest, making him stumble, the beer in his cup sloshing over the sides and onto his light blue shirt. “You’re a fucking perv.”
Steve’s expression had immediately transformed into something harder, all traces of the charming smile from moments ago completely erased. “What the fuck?”
“You don’t get to just walk up and touch me. I don’t even know you.” You’d scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Does that actually work for you?”
“Yeah, actually,” he’d said, looking at you with pure distaste now. “With girls who aren’t an uptight cocktease.”
You’d laughed, but only in an attempt to keep yourself from punching this guy square in the jaw. “Oh, wow. Fuck you.”
“Fuck me, huh?” he’d said, that stupid smirk back in place. “You know, that’s a good idea, maybe it would help if I got that stick out of your ass and gave you something else—“
“Oh-kay, let’s go get a drink!” Margot had said, dragging you away before you could land the slap you were winding up. You heard him laughing behind you, the sound loud and infuriating.
“See you around, baby!” he’d called after you. Margot just dug her fingers into your arm, pulling you to a completely different part of the house as fast as she could.
Things with Steve did not improve after that. And, unfortunately for you, you couldn’t escape him. He was everywhere you turned. Not only the golden boy on campus—his photo was used on any and all promotions for the championship winning baseball team—but, soon, also the president of Sigma Chi. And your houses went hand in hand.
Every party you went to, Steve was there, holding court among his adoring subjects. The guys on campus thought he was the coolest guy who ever lived, and the girls were practically stepping over each other for a chance with him. You attempted to keep your distance, but Steve loved annoying you more than he loved the girls begging to go up to his bedroom.
Delta Gamma also partnered with Sigma Chi for just about everything. As the top houses, it was just a given. Every event, every fundraiser, every charity event and mixer and rager. As much as you adored everything about your sorority and had always felt like you’d made the wrong choice, Steve was the one thing that made you question it.
It was no secret, either. Everyone knew you and Steve hated each other. Steve’s frat brothers found it hilarious, while your sisters tried their best to keep you away from each other. You just couldn’t get along—being in each other’s space for too long always ended in disaster. A loud argument, heated insults, or sometimes even a thrown drink, if Steve was feeling extra mouthy that night. You were best kept far away from one another.
You’d grown close with another girl who’d pledged Delta Gamma, Nancy. Nancy was sweet and smart and although you loved all your sisters, you’d clicked with her immediately. Nancy also happened to know Steve well. They’d grown up together, even dated briefly in high school.
“Steve is an asshole,” Nancy had told you, confirming everything you already thought. “Seriously, don’t let him try to charm you. He’s full of it.”
It kind of seemed like you and Nancy were the only ones who saw it, though. Of course there were the girls he’d already scorned, but the vast majority of the Ohio State female student population were head over heels for Steve Harrington. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time you saw it.
That would never be you.
Your junior year had just begun, and by the end of September, homecoming season was well underway. Sigma Chi had already partnered with Delta Gamma, a surprise to no one.
What was a surprise was that you had a chance at being crowned queen this year. Homecoming court was something you’d never given much thought to. Your attention was already divided in so many directions—between your classes and honor society, track, event planning and sorority obligations with being Social Chair, and being a TA for the first time this year, you were booked and busy. The crown was the least of your concern. Even now, you didn’t stress about it. Everyone knew your chapter president, Lindsey, would be taking the crown anyway.
The week of homecoming itself was always busy and filled with excitement—stuffed full of events and activities, a good chunk of which you had a hand in planning. But still, courting had begun, and Tommy Hagan had been going all out to catch your attention.
It started with a bouquet of flowers so huge you had to divide them up into three different vases just to display them in a way that didn’t look ridiculous. Then, it was the food. Fruit baskets, a mini cake, so much of your favorite candy and chocolate you had to beg your sisters to eat some of it. The day you walked out of the house to the entire OSU choir serenading you on the front lawn, you’d been utterly speechless.
Tommy was nice enough, you guessed. If you had to partner with someone, he wasn’t the worst choice. That would be Steve Harrington, who, by expectations alone—because Steve didn’t put much effort into anything that wasn’t baseball or getting his dick wet—was courting Lindsey. He didn’t even have to try and he knew it.
There was a new gift or grand gesture from Tommy daily, while Steve had sent a single box of milk chocolates, a half dozen and definitely the cheapest on the shelf even though everyone knew the Harringtons were absolutely loaded—and Lindsey was allergic to dairy. You could tell she was annoyed about it, but she was going to partner with Steve regardless. Every time you brought another elaborate gift into the house, the look she gave you was cold and cutting. It was…awkward.
At least for now, you could push thoughts of homecoming from your brain. It was Saturday night, and you were ready to have some fun. Or at least try to, because you were about to walk right into King Steve’s kingdom.
You’d think you would have gotten used to his presence by now, but he never got any less annoying. It’s not like you could just skip every party. Everyone knew Sigma Chi threw the best parties of any frat on campus. Were you just not supposed to go because the president was a total pain in the ass? You could kiss your social status goodbye real fast.
Sometimes you’d get lucky and wouldn’t see him at all the whole night. Maybe just a flash of his stupid hair, or the sound of his laugh from another room. A glimpse at his cocky smirk as he led some poor girl up to his room. And other nights, he seemed hell bent on annoying you as much as possible.
You really, really hoped for the former tonight. You walked into the house with Nancy and Margot, the bass already thumping, the place overrun with college students in various states of intoxication. You looked good, you knew you did. Tiny skirt that showed off your legs, a top that displayed just enough chest to have guys staring every time they walked past. Not that that was hard.
“Do you want me to get us drinks?” Nancy asked, leaning over to yell over the music right in your ear. You nodded, and she gave you a soft smile before pushing her way through to the kitchen.
There was no sign of Steve so far, which you hoped was a good omen. Your eyes scanned the room, mostly familiar faces, but a decent amount of freshmen you hadn’t gotten to know well yet were there, too.
Nancy was back quickly, walking through the crowd holding the two red cups up high in an attempt to not spill them or get anything on her white blouse. She let out a sigh of relief when she finally reached you, handing you a drink.
“It’s a total madhouse in there,” she said. “Like, more than usual.”
“How many new pledges are there this year?” you asked, taking a sip of your beer. You linked hands with Nancy and began pushing through to the living room. You eventually found a place to stand against the wall, surveying the rest of the party.
“I have no idea,” she said. Her curls were pulled back on top with a bow, and she held her drink between both delicate hands. “It’s gotta be more than last year, right?”
It certainly seemed like it. The Sigma Chi parties were always intense, but it felt like you could barely move. “With Harrington in charge this year, who knows.”
Nancy rolled her eyes. “God, I know. When I heard he was president, I almost thought about dropping out.”
You laughed, shaking your head and taking another sip of your beer. “At least in two more years, I’ll never have to see him again.”
“Lucky you,” Nancy grumbled. “I’m sure I’ll always be seeing him at some point when I’m back in Hawkins for holidays. It’s like I can’t escape him.”
The sound of your name being called caught your attention. You looked around, looking for the source—and saw Tommy Hagan on his way over, hand held up in a wave and a bright smile on his freckled face.
“Here comes your loverboy,” Nancy mumbled into her cup, looking away like she was minding her own business.
“Hey,” Tommy said as he reached you. He wasn’t as bad as Steve, but they were best friends and looked like they could have shared a wardrobe. He wore a dark red polo and jeans, one hand now in his pocket and the other holding his own drink. “Wow, you look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” you smiled politely. “Um, thanks for the flowers this morning. Blue this time, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said, his smile somewhat sheepish as he ran a hand through his short hair. “I was thinking, like, a different bouquet for every color of the rainbow, or something.”
You nodded, eyebrows raised. “Ooh, yeah. I see the vision.”
A soft blush colored the pale skin on his cheeks. “Did you like them?”
He was being so sweet, you couldn’t help but soften. You weren’t interested in Tommy romantically, but you were happy to partner with him if that’s what he wanted. “They were beautiful. Seriously.” His eyes lit up, and at the fear of yet another bouquet to make your bedroom look even more like a greenhouse, you added, “But I am starting to run out of room to put vases.”
Tommy laughed softly, looking down at the floor. “Yeah. Maybe I should try to get creative.”
A shout came from the sliding glass back door, drawing all of your attention behind him. “Hagan! Come out here and show the new brothers how a keg stand is done!”
Tommy turned back to you. “Sorry. Duty calls, I guess,” he said, although he didn’t look all that sorry. Sigma Chi took their keg stands very seriously. “I’ll catch you around later though, yeah? You’re not planning to turn in early or anything?”
“I’ll be here,” you confirmed, drinking from your cup again. “Go show ‘em, Hagan.”
His grin only widened. “See you later, beautiful.”
You watched him go, laughing softly as he immediately switched gears from gentleman to frat bro the second he reached the back door.
“Please let him be done with the bouquets,” Nancy said as soon as he was gone, done acting like she hadn’t been paying attention the whole time. “I’ve already got half of the flowers in my room.”
The party went on, and eventually you lost Nancy to the crowd. She’d started seeing this guy a few weeks ago, Vance, a transfer student who had her totally smitten like you’d never seen before. While Nancy had always been your partner at these parties—more like your shield from Steve Harrington—she’d started wanting to spend more time with Vance, and who were you to stop her?
It wasn’t until later in the night, when you were leaning against the wall with yet another drink, that you finally saw him. Or heard him, rather, because his obnoxious loud voice and laugh usually entered a room before he did. At least he had a warning bell, you thought.
When Steve entered the living room with his friends, telling some story that was definitely not funny enough to warrant how hard they were laughing, you thought about making a run for it. But then his eyes locked with yours from across the room, and he shot you that stupid fucking smirk that made you irritated immediately. And he knew it.
He stared at you even while he kept talking to his friends, and you stared back. He liked to do these little power plays. Even the women around him weren’t drawing his attention away. And finally, much to your disappointment, he turned away long enough to excuse himself before walking straight for you.
You really regretted not making your escape while you had the chance.
Steve greeted you by your last name, something none of the other guys did, since they cared about actually impressing you. “How sweet of you to grace my house with your presence. I almost didn’t expect you to show.”
You scoffed. “Just because you’re president this year doesn’t mean you’re special—“
“Actually, it does,” he smirked. “This is my kingdom, baby.” He held his arms out, as if the opulent house crammed full of sweaty, drunk college students was supposed to impress you. “And you’re talking to the king.”
You couldn’t have rolled your eyes harder if you tried. “Do you even hear yourself when you talk? It’s like everything you say comes from the official douchebag handbook.”
His smirk only widened. “Maybe it does. Maybe I even wrote it.”
“Steve, I’m not even sure you can read.” You shook your head, looking off to the side, searching for any lifeline out of this conversation with your least favorite person on earth. “Why are you over here bothering me, anyway? Don’t you have some poor girl to flatter long enough to get in her pants?”
“I’d much rather get under that skirt,” he quipped. When your head snapped back in his direction, eyes practically glowing with the fire behind them and the promise of pouring your drink all over his dark blue shirt and stupid khakis, he held his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay,” he laughed. “I came over because you looked fucking miserable. Why do you always look so bored? You’re at a party.”
“I’m not bored,” you retorted simply.
“Could’ve fooled me,” he said, leaning a hand against the wall next to you. “You look pissed off to even be here.”
“That’s because you’re talking to me.”
Steve laughed, which was maybe your least favorite sound in the world. “Every time I see you here, you look bored. Like you think you’re too good to even be here.”
“Well, unfortunately, Sigma Chi has the most annoying guy possible as their president, so…” you trailed off, a hand on your hip. You took a sip from your beer again, but you would need a lot more alcohol to make Steve’s presence bearable.
He hummed, as if he were considering it. “I don’t know. I think you feel like you’re above all this.” He gestured around the room. “Why would you join a sorority if you hate parties so bad?”
“I don’t hate parties,” you argued. And it was true—you didn’t. You could have plenty of fun at a party. You were Social Chair.
“Well, whatever it is, you’re bringing down the mood,” he said. He downed the rest of his own drink, sitting the empty plastic cup on the mantel, where it would surely sit until some poor pledges were tasked with cleaning the whole place tomorrow.
“I don’t think anyone cares what I’m doing,” you muttered. “Other than you, for some fucking reason.”
Steve grinned again. “I know what you need.”
“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrows. “Is it for you to leave me alone and never speak to me again? Because I could agree with that.”
“You need to get high.”
That made you pause. “What?”
His smile grew. “I think you need to loosen up. Like, a lot.” He pointed a thumb over his shoulder, back towards the staircase. “I could roll us a joint. I wanted to go smoke anyway.”
You just blinked at him. “You’re—“ You were genuinely stunned. “You’re inviting me to go up to your room and smoke? This isn’t, like, some weird attempt to have sex, right? Because that is never gonna happen—“
“No, Jesus,” he laughed. “I just think you need to stop being so damn uptight for once. It would help, believe me.”
“I’ve smoked before, I’m not some prude,” you mumbled, because you knew that’s exactly what Steve saw you as. “If you’re offering, why can’t you just, like…roll me one and bring it back down here?”
“I keep the good shit hidden in my room,” he shrugged. “Otherwise, these assholes would steal it all. They don’t need to know about it.”
You hesitated, because no matter how badly you wanted to accept the invitation for some free weed, it came with a worse cost—spending time one on one with Steve Harrington. He looked at you expectantly while you looked around the room, biting the inside of your cheek as you fought with yourself over it.
“Fine,” you said finally. “But we smoke, and then I’m coming right back down here and finding Nancy.”
“Deal,” he smirked. “At least you’ll be more fun. We have a reputation here, you know.”
You rolled your eyes yet again as he turned, leading the way back to the staircase. The crowd always seemed to part for Steve like he was true royalty, a deep seated respect that you personally would never understand. Your eyes darted around to every face you passed, absolutely mortified at the idea of someone seeing you following him upstairs, but no one seemed to notice.
The polished wood of the banister was smooth beneath your palm as you followed. You’d never even been up these stairs at all, the second floor a total mystery you had never been too eager to uncover. Steve’s shoes thudded against the shining hardwood floors, passing room after room occupied with couples, some of them not even bothering to close the door all the way. You scrunched your face up in disgust at one particularly shameless makeout session with the bedroom door wide open.
Steve reached a room at the end of the hall, turning to look at you over his shoulder before turning the doorknob, as if it were some grand reveal. You had to admit—only to yourself—but you were a little curious about what waited on the other side.
You trailed into the room behind him, closing the door behind you. You looked around as Steve kneeled by his bed, pulling out a shoebox. The bedroom was neat, bed made, clothes put away besides the ones piled in the laundry hamper. There was a desk with a lamp, soft light shining over a mess of papers and textbooks. His dresser was cluttered with hair products and a few bottles of expensive cologne. There were a few posters tacked to the walls, mostly sports related, a few of scantily clad women, and the year’s OSU baseball schedule. He had a bookshelf against one wall, holding his textbooks and a staggering amount of baseball trophies. A framed team photo sat on one shelf, along with one of all the Sigs taken at the beginning of the semester.
“Having fun?” Steve asked, making you jump slightly as you turned to look at him. He was sitting on his bed now, the shoebox open next to him. He was smiling at you as his fingers worked dexterously to roll the joint. “Didn’t know you could be so nosy.”
You scoffed, but your cheeks felt a little hot. “Shouldn’t have stuff sitting out if you don’t want people to look at it.”
He laughed. “You can look at whatever you want.” He licked along the seam of the joint, perfectly rolled. “Go ahead and search the whole room, if you want. The porn mags are in that drawer.” He nodded towards his nightstand.
You scrunched your face up. “Ew. You’re so gross.”
Steve laughed again as he put his baggie of weed and papers back in the box, pushing it beneath his bed again. You took a seat on the plush carpet, back leaning against his dresser. He placed a muscular arm on the end of the bed frame and lowered himself to the floor to sit across from you.
“You can do the honors if you want,” he offered, holding the joint out towards you.
There was a moment of hesitation before you reached forward, taking it from his fingers. “I don’t understand why you’re being nice to me,” you said, brows furrowed even as you placed the joint between your lips, flicking the lighter and holding the flame to the end.
“I’m not being nice to you,” he said. He still had that same look he always had when he looked at you, like it was one of his life’s greatest joys to piss you off, to get you worked up and upset. “Like I said, you’re ruining my party. Can’t have word spreading around campus that people are here looking bored. Sigs are the party kings of campus, and that’s not changing, especially not with me in charge.”
“Oh, right,” you said, exhaling that first cloud of smoke. “The new ruler can’t appear weak, and all that.”
“Exactly,” he smirked. He watched you take another hit, then leaned forward, accepting the joint back from you and taking a long pull himself.
“I don’t think anyone pays as much attention to me as you do, Steve,” you said. That warm feeling was starting to settle over you, and he was right—you were relaxing already. It was the first time you’d been in a room with him and didn’t want to scream or punch him.
His gaze was heavy on you as he hit the joint, looking at you with that intensity he always seemed to hold when you were in a room together. But now it was making you fidget, the room suddenly feeling hot.
“Who says I pay attention to you?” he finally asked. His voice was lower now, and when he leaned forward to pass the joint back to you, your fingers brushed together. It sent a jolt through your body, and you jerked your hand back quickly, bringing it to your lips to give yourself time to think before you spoke again.
“It’s kind of obvious.” Smoke billowed from your lips as you responded. The room was growing thick with it, a haze surrounding you both in and outside of your head. “Always staring at me, coming over just to annoy me…”
“It’s fun,” he admitted, laughing softly. He ran a hand through his hair, starting to lose its shape and flop into his wide hazel eyes. “Every time you get mad, you get that cute little furrow between your eyebrows, your lips get all pouty, and you roll your eyes about a million times.”
You paused—and then giggled, leaning forward to pass the joint back. “Seriously? I told you, you pay attention to me.”
Your laughter was starting to get Steve going too. He took another pull. “I mean, I notice things that are nice to look at. I’m only a man, after all.”
The laughter felt like something you could no longer control, bubbling up in your chest and filling Steve’s bedroom much like the smoke in the air. It was contagious, the two of you laughing together as you finished off the joint.
“You know you always say the cheesiest stuff possible,” you giggled, your body fully relaxed into the floor at this point. Your limbs felt heavy in the best way, like every bit of tension in your muscles had faded. “It’s kind of amazing how everyone thinks you’re so cool, because you’re kind of a total dork.”
Steve laughed hard, his head tilting back. You couldn’t help but notice the strong column of his throat, the way the muscles flexed in his neck and chest. “I have to get creative,” he said, fixing his eyes back on yours once again. “I aim to keep you entertained, after all.”
“I guess you do,” you smiled. “Annoyed, yes. Bored? Never.”
He watched you for a minute, something thoughtful seeming to cross his face. Your eyes locked in that way they often did, just staring. Seeing each other. Steve always had a way of making you feel like he could see right through you, and it made you wonder if he felt the same about you, too.
The fact that you were enjoying Steve’s company seemed to strike you all at once. It was confusing—maybe concerning—but for now, you were too high to care. He’d been right. This was what you needed.
Steve nudged your foot with his own. “I’ve never seen you look so peaceful,” he grinned. “Who knew there was more to you than being stuck up and…snobby.”
You snorted a laugh. “Fuck you, Harrington.”
The grin on his face grew. “Oh, would that help you relax some more?” he said, looking a little too proud of himself. “Because I’d be happy to help you with that, too.”
Your eyes widened, and Steve was pretty sure you were about to tell him off again—but then you tossed your head back, laughing harder than he’d ever heard from you. “Oh my god. In your dreams.”
Steve smirked, that same look you’d grown to know as cocky and insufferable, but right now, you didn’t seem to mind it. It was endearing, almost. Handsome, maybe. “Baby, you let me fuck you, and you’ll be dreaming about it for months.”
It’s like everything he said, every stupid, corny line that would usually have you irritated, was suddenly the funniest thing you’d ever heard. “You really think you’re god’s gift to women, huh?”
“I know I am.” He tilted his head to the side, body relaxed as he leaned back against his bed frame. “Never heard a single complaint.”
“That’s because girls know how to fake it,” you mumbled. “Guys can never tell.”
“Oh, I can tell.” His hands flexed where they rested on his thighs, the veins beneath his skin suddenly extremely distracting. “Some guys can’t, sure. But I know the difference between some fake pornstar moans to boost some pathetic dude’s ego, and how it really feels to make a girl fall apart.”
Your cheeks felt hot now. Your whole body did, even though your outfit didn’t cover much skin. “You’re not that good in bed.”
“How would you know?” he asked, looking at you with genuine curiosity and something like delight.
“I can just tell,” you answered quickly, looking down at the soft beige carpet beneath your bare thighs. “Guys never care about making girls feel good. Just themselves.” That’s how it had been with every guy you’d ever slept with. Not a single one had been different.
“I’m not other guys,” Steve said, voice lower now. It made your breath hitch in your throat, slowly raising your head to look at him. He was still smiling at you, but there was something different behind his eyes now, something heavy and burning.
You returned his smile, laughing softly even as you felt your heart speed up in your chest. “Yeah, well. I don’t think any guy is different in that department.”
“You wanna bet?”
That almost earned him another eye roll (playful this time, but still)—until he shifted, moving over to sit next to you. You tensed as you felt his shoulder brush against yours, feeling both electricity and heat even through the fabric of your clothes.
“Steve…”
His large hand came up slowly. Now he was looking at you in a way you’d never seen from him before. The familiar cocky smirk was gone, his soft lips parted slightly as his eyes raked over every part of you like he wanted to memorize the way you looked right now. Your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths, watching his intense gaze travel slowly, taking his time. From your eyes, to your lips, down your throat. Lower, to your chest, but not in the pervy way he’d done in the past. No, it wasn’t that—it was…reverent. Like he was seeing something holy.
His hand finally moved, brushing your hair back softly. It made you draw in a sharp breath, chills spreading across the skin of your neck where he’d made contact.
“I like you like this,” he said, voice low and quiet. His eyes were locked on the side of your neck, where he’d just touched.
It took you a second to find your voice, although it came out more like a whisper. “Like…what?”
“Happy,” he said. His gaze finally moved to your eyes. “Comfortable. Real.” His eyes dropped to your lips. “You know, you’re really pretty when you smile like that.”
You were pretty sure you had to be dreaming, because in no world were you sitting in Steve’s bedroom while he looked at you like that. Like he wanted to kiss you. Like he was actually moving in, leaning in slowly to close the distance as if giving you all the chance in the world to run away—
You didn’t. Your eyes fell closed and then, with the force of a meteor crashing into the earth despite how soft and gentle it was, his lips met yours. His hand rested against the side of your neck while yours moved up to grip onto his bicep. He tilted his head slightly and your lips slotted together perfectly, moving together with a practiced kind of confidence and a sense of rightness you never should have felt with Steve Harrington ever.
There was no time to think with the way he was kissing you, slow and deep but utterly consuming. It was careful at first, exploratory. It felt so good, your lips moving with his like it was second nature. Steve was a good kisser. You knew he had plenty of experience, and it’s not like you didn’t, but he was taking the lead and you were happy to let him.
His tongue traced along your bottom lip, and you parted your lips on instinct. His tongue met yours with a soft groan that had you digging your nails into his arm through the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him closer.
Steve laid you back on the soft carpet with way more care than you’d ever seen him show anything. He braced himself on a strong arm planted next to your head, never breaking the kiss for a single second. His body hovered over yours, one knee moving between your thighs where your skirt had fallen up around your waist, pressing against you through your panties. His free hand rested on your hip now, holding onto you. You let out a soft moan against his lips, delirious from every point of contact, rocking your hips down against his leg to feel that friction you craved so desperately.
He groaned, moving from your mouth to kiss across your jaw, down to your neck, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin, giving you chills. Your breaths were coming in hard and heavy now, holding onto his broad shoulders like a lifeline, eyes closed as you felt every sensation he provided.
“So pretty,” he murmured against your neck, grinding his knee against you to meet every needy movement. He nipped lightly at the sensitive spot below your ear. You could feel his smirk against your skin when you gasped, hips bucking against him in response. It made no sense how he knew exactly what to do, like he somehow knew your body better than you did.
“Steve…” you whimpered, the only word your brain could conjure.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. His breath was hot against your skin, sucking at your neck, biting then soothing the sting with his tongue. “Let me hear you. Gonna make you feel so good.”
The hand on your hip slowly slid up the smooth skin of your side, rucking your shirt up. You sat up long enough to help him pull it off completely, leaving you in the lacy bra you wore beneath. He wasted no time lowering his head to mouth at the top of your breasts, practically burying his face in them, kissing and sucking and biting at the exposed skin.
“Always had the best fucking tits,” he moaned, losing himself in a way you could only describe as worshipful. He reached behind you to unhook your bra easily, pulling it away and tossing it to the side. He pulled back to look down at your body, the look in his eyes one of pure hunger. “Actually insane fuckin’ pair, Jesus Christ.”
You laughed, because yeah, there was the Steve you knew. That laugh turned into a gasp, then a moan, when he leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples.
“Fuck,” you gasped, hands shooting up to tangle in his hair. “Oh my god—“
He swirled his tongue around the stiff peak, groaning as he sucked on it. He grabbed the other, massaging your breast in his large hand, slightly calloused from years of pitching. The friction on your sensitive, hardened nipple was maddening, back arching and pushing your tits further into his face.
He never let up with the movements against your soaked cunt, either, even as he switched back and forth between your tits. Your clit was swollen and throbbing and begging for more, and you were pretty sure your panties were utterly ruined. You could feel the pleasure building in your core with an intensity that felt like it would completely take your breath away.
You’d never had a guy make you cum in your life, and now Steve Harrington was about to do it in five minutes, fully clothed, with his fucking thigh?
Steve could sense the tension coiling in your body—and he pulled away, taking away every delicious ounce of pleasure he’d been building.
Your eyes opened, still heavy lidded and hazy. “What—?”
“My bed,” he said, and you noticed he was breathing hard, too. “Not gonna fuck you for the first time on the floor.”
You didn’t give yourself time to think about his words. He helped you up, then pulled you into another frantic kiss as you both shed clothes as fast as you could with your lips still attached, utterly desperate for each other.
Steve’s mattress creaked softly as you fell back onto it, now in nothing but your panties. You moved back towards his pillows, leaning up on your elbows as you watched him.
God, he looked good with his shirt off, you absolutely hated to admit. He had thick hair covering his chest, which was muscular and strong, but his stomach was still a little soft. His skin was sun-kissed, those moles dotting his body all over. The desire to kiss every single one of them surged suddenly within you, but you pushed the thought away. That was…intimate.
His gaze remained heavy on you as he worked his belt open without drawing away his attention once. The way he looked at you was like a starving man preparing for a feast. Your thighs were slightly parted, and he didn’t miss how damp your panties were. For him.
Finally down to his boxer briefs alone, you could see more of him than you ever had before. He was fully hard, the outline of his dick visible as it strained against the thin, snug material.
And the rumors were true.
“Jesus,” you breathed. That cocky smirk returned to his face as he watched your wide-eyed stare. Truthfully, he was used to that reaction. “You’re…”
“I know, baby,” he purred, crawling onto the bed over you. He leaned down, peppering kisses along your legs as he moved higher along your body. “It’ll fit. I’ll be careful. ‘m gonna take care of you like you deserve.”
It felt like you were melting into the soft sheets and comforter surrounding you. Steve was taking his time, placing hot, open mouthed kisses against your calf, his hand roaming up the other leg in time with his mouth. He rose higher, over your knee, up the inside of your thigh.
He laid on his stomach between your legs, kissing and nipping all along the sensitive skin of both inner thighs. Your legs trembled. The sight of him there, with his mouth all over you, was almost too overwhelming to even take in. Your head dropped against his pillows, just giving in to his every desire, your body coming alive with every touch. Trusting him.
“You’re so wet for me,” he breathed in pure admiration. His nose nuzzled against your core through the thin material, and you drew in a sharp gasp. He looked up at you from between your legs, fingers moving to dip beneath the waistband of your panties. “Has anyone ever tasted you before?”
You froze as you realized what he was asking you, what he was planning to do. By the time you found your words, he’d already slipped the delicate material down and off your body. You shuddered as you felt his breath against your pussy, cool against the wetness there, for him.
“I—“ You jolted when you felt him rub his nose against your folds, breathing in the intoxicating scent of you. Your whole body was flushed and hot. “…No.”
Steve groaned. The idea of being the first to pleasure you like this had his cock throbbing between his body and the mattress. “Fuckin’ idiots,” he grumbled, drinking in the sight of you for a little longer before he finally moved in, dragging his tongue against your cunt, moaning like he’d never tasted anything better. “You have the perfect fuckin’ pussy. Tastes so sweet.”
Your hips jerked against his mouth, crying out at that first unfamiliar contact. You heard his low chuckle, but there was no humor behind it, just pure want. He dove in, devouring you properly.
The feeling of his tongue against you was more intense than you’d anticipated. Your fingers tangled in his perfect hair, making a mess of it, pulling just hard enough to earn a groan from his chest that vibrated against your clit. You were nearly seeing stars already, hips rocking up against his mouth as he flicked his tongue against the swollen nub, sucking gently before moving down to your hole. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was pulling you apart piece by piece until you could hardly stand it.
You’d heard of this before, of course you had. Your sorority sisters had mentioned it a few times, and you’d seen it in that trashy porno you, Nancy, and Carol had spent the night giggling at after sharing a joint and some vodka crans. But you always thought of it as a myth. No man you’d ever been with had even offered, even if you’d gone down on him first. You figured it was something guys just didn’t do, or at least something they didn’t want to do.
Not Steve, apparently, because he was worshipping you like he could have spent hours with his face buried between your legs. His skilled tongue worked against you in all the right ways, moaning against you and grinding his hips against the bed, even harder if you tugged on his hair, which you were quickly learning he liked.
“Steve—“ you gasped, body writhing and arching beneath him. “Oh my god, I—-“
“That’s it,” he praised, pulling away from you just long enough to speak, eyes glazed and lips and chin shining with your wetness, before diving in again. “Doing so good for me, sweetheart. You’re so fucking hot.”
You whimpered when you felt his thick finger pressing against your entrance, moaning as he pushed inside while his mouth focused on your clit again. With how wet you were, he slid inside easily, fucking you before quickly adding a second finger. He curled them deep inside, pressing against something that nearly had you screaming his name loud enough for the whole party to hear.
“Steve!” you gasped, one hand still tangled in his hair while the other gripped onto the pillow, feeling like you would actually float away if you didn’t hold on. The pleasure he was giving you was nearly overwhelming, your body beginning to tremble harder as that coil tightened again, faster and more intense this time. He slipped in a third, fucking you deep, stretching you around his thick fingers.
“Gotta get you ready for me,” he panted, dragging his tongue through your folds one more time just to taste you. “Fuck. You’re so good, gonna take me so well, every fuckin’ inch, I know you will. Gonna stretch so perfectly around my cock.”
A whine crawled its way from your throat, hips rocking against his fingers as he fucked you deep with them, pressing against that bundle of nerves that had you losing your mind. “Steve…Steve…oh fuck, I’m—“
He didn’t let up with his fingers for a single second. But it was when he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking, while his fingers thrusted in hard and deep, that made it finally snap.
Your vision went white, your body tensing and mouth dropping open in a scream that was silent at first, before you let out what were probably the most pornstar-worthy sounds you’d ever made in your life. “Steve! Oh, fuck!”
Steve groaned at the sound, lapping up every bit of you, letting you grind your pussy against his tongue and working you through every shuddering aftershock until your body went limp beneath him. When he finally pulled back, you fully expected him to look up at you with that look he almost always wore, the one that made him look so proud of himself, so punchable. But instead he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before sucking his fingers clean greedily, looking down at your body with that same heated, wanting expression.
He sat up on his knees. You didn’t think it was possible before but he was even harder now, a wet spot on his boxers at the tip of his cock where he’d been absolutely dripping for you. His thumbs hooked into the waistband, pushing down just enough for you to get a glimpse of the hair that disappeared below.
“You ready for me?” he asked, voice a low rumble.
You let out a shaky breath, looking up at him with wide eyes. “…Yeah.”
Steve smirked down at you and pushed the material down in one go. His cock sprung free—and it was even more impressive than it looked before. He was thick and long, a slight right curve, vein prominent along the underside. His tip was flushed red like he was real desperate, and glistening from the precum he’d been leaking the whole time he was taking care of you. Another drop was beading at his slit. You’d never had a man look like he wanted you this bad.
You knew you were staring, and Steve certainly saw it, too. “See something you like, baby?”
You let out a breathless laugh, but truthfully, you were in no position to crack a joke or even deny it. You simply watched as he shed the last bit of clothing completely, leaving you both completely bare in his bed.
He leaned over you and reached to open the bedside drawer. There really were porn mags in there, which might have made you laugh if you couldn’t feel that thick length twitching against your thigh. He grabbed a condom and shoved the drawer closed, sitting back up on his knees. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and rolled it onto his cock.
When he leaned over your body again, one arm braced near your shoulder and the other stroking his cock slowly, your heart began to pound fast. There was that brief moment of I’m really doing this, right now, with him, but you’d never wanted anything more in your life.
Steve lined the head of his cock up with your entrance. You were still soaked, so he wasn’t worried, but you were. You’d heard rumors of how some girls couldn’t even take him, only getting him halfway in before giving up and jerking him off instead. You hadn’t believed them, because starting a rumor about the size of his dick was absolutely something you could see Steve doing. But now you were here in his bed, seeing firsthand that it was very true.
He traced his cock up and down through your folds, coating himself in that slick wetness, showing a surprising amount of care. He placed hot, gentle kisses along your jaw as he did, voice a soft, low rumble in your ear.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, lips brushing against your skin. “You don’t like it, we don’t have to. But I’ve got you, baby. You’re so good, I think you can take it.”
You could hear the need in his voice, how badly he needed you to let him fuck you. But you also knew he was true to his word.
But, god, you wanted to take all of him. To show him you could, to feel him buried deep. To make him fall apart.
Steve kissed his way back to your lips, kissing you slow and deep, tongue massaging against yours. You felt the sting of the thick head of his cock pushing inside you, and you let out a soft whimper into the kiss. He moaned against you and pushed in just a little deeper.
“That’s it,” he whispered between kisses. He grabbed your thigh with his left hand now, spreading you wide for him. “Doin’ so good, baby, letting me in.” He rolled his hips in shallow thrusts, just that little bit inside of you, sinking in another inch with every slow, deliberate thrust, working you open.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, but he kept your attention on him, entirely on the way he was kissing you. You weren’t sure why or how but it was working, his slow, languid kiss distracting you from the sharp sting where he was stretching you around the girth of him, coaxing your body to relax.
The feeling of being filled was like nothing else. Sure, you’d had plenty of sex, but Steve made you feel absolutely stuffed full before he was even completely inside. He held your thigh up, keeping you open for him, your flexibility not lost on him. He rolled his hips in a few more slow thrusts—and then you felt his hips pressed flush against you.
“Christ,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to lean his forehead against yours. “So perfect, baby, you fuckin’—took it all, Jesus—“
You’d never heard Steve sound so utterly wrecked. He rolled his hips against you a few times, just enjoying the feeling of being completely sheathed inside your tight heat. And fuck, you were stretched around him perfectly, tight and hot. You felt like absolute heaven around his cock.
His cock throbbed inside you, so hard you could feel it. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, palms rubbing over his hot skin, a thin sheen of sweat coating it from the sheer effort of holding back from pounding into you.
“Steve,” you whimpered. Your cunt fluttered around him, and he dropped his head to your shoulder with a broken moan.
“Yeah?” he rasped. His hips rocked lightly against you, betraying his desperation.
“You can…” You gasped as the coarse hair at his base rubbed against your clit, still so sensitive but aching for him again. “…You can move.”
Steve moaned again, placing a few hot kisses against your neck as if thanking you. Finally he pulled his hips back, slowly withdrawing almost fully. Only his tip remained, and you could have cried at the loss of that perfect full feeling. But then he sank back in—slow at first, filling you to the brim again. Your desperate sounds of pleasure mixed together in the hot, charged air of his bedroom, a symphony intertwined much like your bodies.
“Shit,” he cursed. He set a careful rhythm, every thrust measured and slow and deep. “You’re taking me so fucking good. Fuuuuck. That pussy is fucking unreal.”
You could barely think straight. Your entire world narrowed down to the feeling of Steve inside of you, stretching you open perfectly. The sting was still there, but it was quickly fading into pure ecstasy with every movement of his hips. Your body was adapting to him like it was made for it.
Hands tangled in his hair again, you pulled him down into another messy kiss, all tongue and desperation, sloppy and hungry and hot. He groaned loudly into it, hips rutting into you faster.
Whines and whimpers and keening moans were spilling from your lips with little control. Your hips moved in time with his thrusts, meeting him every time. His cock was deeper than you thought possible, brushing against that spot that quickly had you gasping and babbling complete nonsense.
“Feels so good Steve, oh fuck, oh god, please don’t stop, don’t fucking stop I’m gonna cum again, Steve please, oh god—!”
Every word that tumbled from your lips was like fuel to the fire of his intense need. He couldn’t hold back anymore, couldn’t worry about if he might hurt you, too lost in the feeling of your body wrapped around him. His hips rocked against yours in a frantic pace now, his breaths coming in ragged pants, eyes locked on the way your tits bounced with the force of his thrusts. You arched your back and he leaned down to wrap his lips around a nipple again, moaning as he laved his tongue over it, eyes closed and completely pussydrunk, all because of you.
He sucked hard on your nipple one more time before letting go with a wet pop and sitting up on his knees. He held onto your waist and used your body, pulling you down onto his cock with every rough snap of his hips. His eyes were locked on the sight, watching himself disappear into your perfect cunt, seeing you stretch around him, take him whole.
“Holy fuck,” he panted. The sight of the muscles in his arms and chest flexing as he took what he needed from you, watching you with such heat, made you feel utterly delirious. He looked powerful and strong, like an absolute god. “Jesus. Look how you take me, baby, fuck. Knew you’d be good, but—“ His hips stuttered, eyes rolling back for a second. “—shit, holy fuck—“
“Baby,” you gasped, grabbing onto the pillow above your head. Your cunt was tightening, throbbing around him, soaking his cock. The sound of him driving into you was loud and obscene—the slick, wet sounds, the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You might have felt a little self conscious if you could think about anything other than his cock coaxing that second orgasm from your trembling body. “I can’t—oh god, Steve, please…”
“You can do it,” he was nearly begging now, his cock beginning to twitch within your tight walls, so close to his own end but determined to get you there first. “Come on, baby, give it to me. Let me feel it. Cum all over my cock, show me how good it feels, how much you like getting fucked by me.”
You turned your head, biting down on a pillow you held to your face in an effort to muffle the scream that ripped from your lungs. Your body arched, cunt clenching around him as wave after wave of overwhelming, perfect pleasure washed over you. Your ears were ringing, moaning and gasping and babbling his name again and again.
“Shit!” Steve cursed, hips pounding into you reckless and fast. “That’s it, god yeah, let me feel it—oh fuck—you’re so good, so fucking good baby, letting me fuck you like this, squeezing around me—shit—oh baby, gonna make me—gonna make me fuckin’ cum—“
His body pitched forward over yours, bracing himself on an arm and burying his face in your neck. His cock buried deep in you, hips snapping in a few more frantic, shallow thrusts before he tensed, his groan muffled against your skin as he spilled into the condom, repeating your name over and over, body shaking with the intensity.
Your head was spinning. You could hear your heart beating in your ears. Steve’s body was heavy on top of you, your sweat-slicked skin pressed together, as he tried to catch his breath. It was a minute of heavy silence before he finally slid his softening cock out of you, collapsing onto his back.
The loss of that glorious full feeling was disappointing, to say the least. But as Steve removed the condom from his spent cock, tying it off and tossing it into his trash can, the moment finally, properly, broke.
And you realized you were naked in Steve Harrington’s bed. That you had fucked him.
The effects of the weed seemed to have worn off, leaving you feeling suddenly cold and exposed and panicked. Even as you began to freak out more and more, Steve looked totally fine, laying back against the headboard with an arm behind his head. His chest still rose and fell with heavy breaths, skin still shining with sweat, but he looked satisfied. Proud of himself in that way that always pissed you off, but especially now.
“So,” he said, and like so many times before, he’d ruined it all the moment he opened his mouth. “You let me fuck you after all, huh?”
“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, sitting up and reaching for your clothes. You felt like you couldn’t stand to be exposed like this to him for another second, holding every article of clothing you grabbed to your chest until you found it all.
Steve laughed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He didn’t seem to have any qualms about being totally naked in front of you, comfortable in his own skin the way he always was. “Those panties might be ruined. They were pretty soaked. You can leave them here with me, if you want.” He grinned wider. “I’ll keep them safe. Won’t even wash ‘em.”
“You’re a pig,” you spat back at him. He wasn’t exactly wrong, though. You didn’t want to put them back on, but you weren’t about to walk out of this room wearing that tiny skirt with nothing underneath.
“But was I right?”
“About what?” you asked as you hooked your bra, roughly pulling your shirt back on. The scowl on your face was a permanent fixture at this point, which was amusing to him.
“That I’m good?” he raised his eyebrows, and the grin on his face told you he knew the real answer no matter what you said in response.
“You weren’t that good,” you mumbled. You pulled your skirt back onto your hips, grabbing your shoes.
Steve laughed. “Oh, come on. That’s not what you were saying when you were practically riding my face, or when you were cumming on my dick, begging me not to stop.” His words made your face burn, unable to even say something smart in return. “You don’t have to lie to me, baby. I was there.”
Fully dressed now, you moved to his dresser mirror, trying to fix your appearance. “Don’t call me baby.”
He crossed his ankles, just watching you with that infuriating grin. He made no move to cover any part of his body, his cock laying against his thigh. It was huge even when he was soft, which you hated that you even noticed.
“Aw, why’re you so mad now?” The condescending tone in his voice made you shiver with the effort of not losing your absolute shit. “Personally, I had fun. And I just gave you your first orgasm ever—“
“Not my first orgasm.”
“Sorry, your first orgasm that you didn’t give yourself.” He tilted his head, smirking. You could feel his eyes all over your body, shameless. “Two of them, actually. So really, you should probably be thanking me.”
You barked out a laugh as you wiped a lipstick smudge from the corner of your mouth. You turned around, noticing for the first time that some of it had transferred to his face. “I’m not thanking you for shit. This never should’ve happened.”
Steve watched you head for the door. He had no intention of stopping you. He’d never let a girl stay in his bed after sex, and he wasn’t about to start now. He moved lazily even as he sat up and began to grab his own clothes.
“You can pretend you didn’t like it all you want, baby,” he said, not even looking at you anymore as he pulled his boxer briefs back onto his legs. “But you and I both know what happened in here tonight, and I don’t think you’ll be forgetting it any time soon.”
You held back a frustrated scream as you walked out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Thankfully the music was loud enough that it didn’t draw any attention. You stomped down the hallway and down the stairs, back into the chaos that now felt suffocating and overwhelming in a way it never had before.
You found Nancy in the kitchen, laughing with some of the other sisters. When she spotted you her expression turned serious, saying something to the girls before walking straight to you.
“Where did you go?” she asked, reaching for your arm. Her hand was a little cold and every touch to your skin right now felt like a scalding burn, but you didn’t pull away. “I’ve been looking for you for ages.”
“Just got wrapped up talking to some people,” you mumbled, unable to make eye contact with her. “I’m gonna head home, though.”
Nancy’s brows furrowed. “Now? Already? It’s still pretty early.”
“I just don’t feel good,” you said. All you really wanted was to get back to the safety of your own bedroom and freak out about this in private. “You don’t have to leave.”
“No, don’t be silly. I’m going with you.” She drained the last of the contents of her cup and tossed it into the nearby trash can, intertwining her fingers with yours. “This party kinda sucked tonight, anyway.”
You smiled at her, genuinely grateful. Nancy was your best friend for a reason, and you loved her. But you could never tell her what happened tonight.
As you walked hand in hand to the front door, you felt a creeping feeling up your spine. Just as Nancy turned the doorknob, opening the door and letting the cool September air inside, you looked back over your shoulder.
Steve leaned against the railing upstairs, watching you. When you locked eyes, he lifted a hand in a wave, smiling down at you.
You left the house, letting the door close hard behind you.
Steve was haunting you.
Not even in the way he always had, constantly in the same places, an unavoidable physical presence. No, this was worse. He was in your head now. And for the first time ever, you felt you had actually been lucky before.
The night after that first fateful mistake, you’d gotten back to the house, told Nancy you didn’t feel good, and went straight to bed. You removed your clothes from the party, shoved that pair of panties straight in the trash. You didn’t think you could ever look at them again.
Sleep didn’t come easily. You laid in bed, thinking about Steve and what you’d done without a moment’s reprieve. It was miserable, but you figured it was normal. Something terrible had just happened after all; a horrible mistake had been made, so of course you were going to think about it. It would fade. You would feel better tomorrow.
The problem was that it never stopped.
You woke up thinking about Steve. Went to class thinking about him. Every time you saw him on campus—and he always saw you first, smirking at you and giving you that douchebag nod, or a casual wave that he knew was anything but—you averted your eyes and headed quickly in the other direction.
If the fact that you’d done it at all didn’t disgust you enough, it was nothing compared to the horrible truth. That you’d liked it. Loved it. Wanted more. He really was the best you’d ever had, and you didn’t think he’d ever done a single thing that had pissed you off more than that.
Of all the guys you’d been with, guys who were plenty hot and popular and well liked, not a single one of them had ever cared about your pleasure in any way. They were only interested in getting themselves off. You were pretty sure they wouldn’t have been able to find the clit if they’d even bothered to try.
But Steve? He had absolutely rocked your world exactly like he promised. The only orgasms you’d ever experienced had been by your own hands, and you figured no one ever would or could know your body better than you did. How did he know the exact right places to touch, the right things to do? Every girl was different, right? Did he have some kind of stupid fucking superpower?
He had you completely spiraling. You felt like you were losing your mind. Even Nancy and Carol and the other girls noticed there was something up with you. Nancy was the only one who asked, but you quickly made up some excuse about being stressed over classes and homecoming. Tommy was still doing everything in his power to win you over, but there was only one Sigma Chi member on your mind at all hours, day and night.
You laid in bed at night with the memory haunting you. His mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his stupidly huge dick that he knew exactly how to use, that he’d taken so much care with so he wouldn’t hurt you. How hard you’d cum when he went down on you, the way he made you cum again with nothing but his cock. The memories replayed through your mind nonstop until the ache between your thighs became unbearable and you couldn’t help it anymore, your hand slipping beneath your shorts and panties and burying your moans in your fist until you came moaning his name, picturing his face the way he looked staring up at you from between your legs.
That was the worst of it, the guilt and confusion and disappointment you felt when it was over. When you were laying there in the quiet dark of your bedroom, realizing that you were really, truly fucked.
You wanted Steve. You wanted him bad. And you didn’t think you could keep lying to yourself.
By the time the next party came around, you were done even trying to pretend.
You spent a little extra time getting ready in your bedroom, picking out a cute little dress after trying on nearly everything in your closet. It was form fitting, short, and a bit revealing. You knew it would catch his attention. You honestly weren’t sure why you were even trying, since you’d never had to try to get him to notice you before, even when you desperately didn’t want him to.
When you met Nancy and Carol in the front room, their eyes widened at the sight of you. “Woah. That’s the slut dress,” Carol remarked right away.
It made you laugh even as your skin flushed with embarrassment. It was true. This dress rarely ever came out, and when it did it was because you were going on a date you really wanted to end happily—hence the nickname your friends had dubbed it with.
“Is there something you wanna tell us?” Nancy asked, her brows raised. “I mean, you look great, but…who’s it for?”
The question made you freeze for a moment, even though you should’ve known they’d ask. Of course they would. But you recovered quickly, making up a lie on the spot that you prayed sounded believable. “No one in particular. Just…hoping to catch the attention of someone interesting, at least.”
That seemed good enough for Carol, who turned away and started digging through her purse to make sure she’d packed her lipstick, but Nancy watched you a little longer. She was always so analytical with everything, and as your best friend, she knew you too well for you to get away with lying to her about much. And you hated lying to Nancy, you really did, but how would you explain this?
The three of you left Delta Gamma as a unit, arms linked together. The walk to the Sigma Chi house wasn’t far, and it was a chilly evening, but nothing too bad. The bare skin of your thighs felt the sting of the cold the most, but before you knew it you were walking in the front door, the packed frat house instantly hot enough to make you grateful for the amount of skin you had showing.
For the first time, you were grateful to be separated from your girls so quickly. And, equally as unusual in this alternate dimension you’d somehow stepped into—you wanted to find Steve. Your eyes scanned each room for him, ears focused on listening for his voice. Something you couldn’t explain led you to the backyard, a place you didn’t often venture here.
The hot tub was on, and overcrowded. Some of the guys were in with a handful of girls, most sitting in someone’s lap. A larger crowd just hung out on the back deck, some even into the yard beneath the lights. You heard the sound of his laughter quickly, turning your head to the left at the exact time he looked in your direction.
And god, you hated to admit it, but he looked good. His hair was once again perfectly styled, and he wore a long sleeve dark green shirt with a pair of jeans that he wore…really, really well. They were tight, perfectly fitted, and you didn’t know how you’d never known about his size when he wore pants like that. His ass looked great, too.
Fuck.
You locked eyes with him. He held your gaze for a minute, smirk on his face even as he kept talking to his friends. Then, for the first time ever—he turned away. Going right back to his conversation as if you’d never even been there at all.
You were stunned.
Never in the history of your time at OSU had Steve seen you and not immediately approached to piss you off. He had never dismissed you like that. If the rage hadn’t already been boiling in your blood, it certainly was now.
You scoffed, turning around and walking back into the house. If he was expecting you to come to him, it wasn’t gonna happen. It had never happened that way before and wasn’t going to start now. Instead you pushed your way to the kitchen, heading straight to pour yourself a drink.
Just as you were reaching for one of the red plastic cups, another hand came around your shoulder and grabbed it before you could. You turned around, more confused than angry, to see Tommy Hagan standing right behind you, a warm smile on his freckled face.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, looking like he just realized how awkward of a move it was. “I just—can I get you a drink?”
You paused for a second. “Um…yeah, sure. Thanks.”
“No problem,” he said, his expression becoming a little more comfortable at your acceptance. He moved around to the counter that held a keg and multiple bottles of liquor. It was surrounded by people, as it always was, but they moved for Tommy out of respect in the same way they did for Steve. “What’re you drinking?”
You scanned the selection—there was a bit of everything. Sigma Chi took pride in keeping the alcohol flowing at every party. “Tequila?”
“You got it.” Tommy grinned. He filled the red cup from the keg and passed it back to you, then reached for the bottle of tequila, pouring two shots. He handed one to you and held the other out in a toast.
You smiled softly as you gently tapped your cup against his, then brought it to your lips, downing the burning liquid with ease. Tommy laughed when you scrunched your face up in disgust for a second.
“You’d think Harrington would splurge for the good shit,” Tommy said, leaning back against the counter as he looked at you. “I guess I can’t complain about free alcohol, though.”
“True,” you smiled, even though you really didn’t want to talk or think about Steve anymore, especially right now. “Thanks. Again. For the drinks.” You held your beer up towards him before taking a sip.
“No problem,” he said, a soft blush touching his pale skin. “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pour their own drinks.”
Even though you didn’t like Tommy as more than a friend, he really was sweet, and his attention made you feel good. Special. “What would I ever do without you, Tommy?”
He laughed, looking down at his shoes for a moment. “Hey,” he said, meeting your eyes again. “I was just thinking…if you’d maybe want to go out? Maybe…Monday?”
Your eyes widened. You hadn’t actually expected him to ask you on a date. Your lips parted, closed, then opened again, but you couldn’t figure out the right words to say.
“Nothing serious,” Tommy said quickly, noticing your hesitation. “It doesn’t have to be…y’know. I just thought we could maybe get some food, talk about homecoming…” His soft smile returned. “…and, you know, I’d really like to take you out.”
It was hard not to soften around him, especially with the way he spoke to you. Every Sig was great at turning on the charm, but there was something about Tommy that felt so genuine. And would it really be so bad to go out with him? “Sure. That sounds good. My last class ends at 4?”
“Great,” he said, the words leaving him in a breath of relief. “Yeah, awesome. I can pick you up from DG? Like…6?”
“That’s perfect,” you nodded. You drank from your beer again just as another Sig walked up to Tommy—Billy Hargrove. You hadn’t spoken to him much yourself, but he was nice to look at for sure. You knew a few of your sorority sisters had been out with him, and he had a bit of a reputation for being a ladies man. He had a gorgeous smile, tan skin, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair that hung to his shoulders in soft, beautiful curls.
“Hagan,” Billy said, clapping a hand on the other boy’s shoulder. He looked like he was about to say something else, but then his eyes landed on you. “Well. You didn’t tell me you were busy entertaining DG’s most beautiful.”
Even though all these frat guys pulled the same cheesy lines, you still felt the heat rise to your skin. “Hi, Billy.”
“Hi, gorgeous.” He smiled down at you, showing off the dimple in his cheek. Something about it brought out the ‘smiling shyly, twirling your hair around your finger’, teenage girl-type feeling buried deep within you. Tommy’s confident smile had dropped, now shifting awkwardly on his feet.
“Uh, what’s up, Hargrove?” Tommy asked, trying his best to look unbothered.
Billy glanced at him for just a second before those clear blue eyes found you again. “No rush, Hagan. What, don’t wanna share her attention?” His smile was bright and friendly, the kind that would have any girl’s heart beating fast.
“It’s not—“ Tommy sighed, leaning back against the counter.
“We were just talking,” you said, glancing between the two boys. There was an unspoken tension there, but you didn’t dwell on it. “How’s basketball?”
Billy’s smile grew. “It’s great. We’ve started conditioning. Right, Tommy?” he asked, turning around to look at his friend for only a moment, a weak attempt at acting like he had any intent to bring him into the conversation. “You should come to some of our games this season. I think I play better when there’s a pretty girl cheering for me.”
You laughed, the sound light and airy and genuine. “Is that right?”
Billy shrugged. “Could be just a theory, but why take the risk? Wouldn’t be very good for school spirit if we didn’t do everything possible to make sure we take home that championship, right?”
You rolled your eyes lightly as you laughed again, but it was more amusement than irritation—not like with certain people. “I guess that’s true. We should all do our part.”
“Exactly.” He smirked. “And maybe I can come watch you run some time. See that record-breaking sprinter I’ve heard so much about in action.”
You weren’t sure why exactly, but it surprised you that he knew anything about your athletic achievements. It was talked about on campus—the school loved to celebrate their top athletes—but it’s not like most of the school cared about track and field the way they did about other sports. You were no Steve Harrington, star pitcher. “Yeah, that would be cool. I’d like that.”
“I’ve heard you’re good. Like, insanely fast.” He leaned against the counter next to Tommy with an instinctual swagger, exuding the confidence that came so naturally to him. “And, uh…long jump?”
“High jump,” you corrected, hiding your shy smile behind your cup as you sipped your beer again. “But, yeah. I’d love for you to come watch.”
“Maybe I’ll call you sometime.” Billy winked at you before finally acknowledging Tommy again. “Hagan. We’re waiting for you out back.” He looked back at you. “Sorry, came over here to grab him and didn’t expect to get…distracted.”
“Go do your thing,” you said, waving your hand in some kind of vague gesture. You were starting to feel a slight buzz, at least. “Have fun. Don’t let me hold you up.”
“I’ll see you around,” Billy said with one last flash of that charming smile. When he looked back at Tommy, his expression was more serious, nodding his head towards the back in a silent command that didn’t seem to have any other option.
Tommy smiled at you, but it was more forced, the comfort from before long gone. “I’ll see you Monday,” he said. “It was…good to talk to you. I hope you have fun the rest of the night.”
“Bye,” you said softly, but he was already gone. You watched him trailing after Billy towards the back door, where Steve and some of the other guys waited, a cheer erupting as soon as they walked out the door. Frat boys.
Left on your own again, you tried to enjoy yourself. Bouncing around the house, talking with people you knew from around campus, from sports, from Greek life. Still, you couldn’t shake the thought of Steve from your head. You knew what you’d come here to do, and even though you hated yourself for it, you hadn’t changed your mind. You didn’t think you could.
You saw him again a few times. Through the back door, in the living room, passing him in the hallway on the way to the bathroom, where he bumped into your shoulder and turned around long enough to smirk at you before walking on like it was nothing. Every time you saw him he saw you too, but he didn’t approach you once. It had you fuming.
A few hours into the party, unfortunately, you were getting desperate.
When you walked into the kitchen for another refill, you saw him again. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest with one hand holding his cup, talking to some girl you couldn’t name. You weren’t jealous—you were not jealous—but it just made you even angrier. Especially when he glanced at you for just a moment before turning back to her.
This was humiliating. It was demeaning. You hated it. You hated him. But you swallowed your pride, took a deep breath, and walked over to them anyway.
Steve looked at you again, and grinned wide, his eyes lighting up with an infuriating delight as he realized you were coming over. The girl by his side gave you a dirty look as soon as she noticed, but Steve’s attention was now entirely on you.
He said your name, a simple acknowledgement. “How are you enjoying the party?” He tilted his head to the side, his expression smug. He knew exactly what game he’d been playing all night, and he also knew he’d just won.
“It’s great,” you said, your deadpan voice doing nothing to hide your irritation.
“Good. I pride myself on my hospitality.” You didn’t think you’d ever seen Steve not looking proud of himself, but he certainly did right now. “Did you need something?”
You glared at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you refused to back down from the eye contact he was holding. The girl next to him looked between you. “I was…wondering if you had any more of that…weed.”
The grin that spread across his face was nothing short of euphoric. His hazel eyes seemed to shine with it. The girl next to him might as well have no longer existed. “Actually, you know, I might have a little more. I’d have to check.”
Your jaw clenched, looking off to the side before meeting his eyes again. Your whole body buzzed like a live wire. When he didn’t make a move, just kept looking at you, you raised your eyebrows at him expectantly. “Well?”
Steve laughed. “Now, huh?” He downed the rest of his beer and turned to the side, dropping the cup in the trash. You were momentarily stunned when he grabbed yours from your hand, too, doing the same. “Well, if it’s that urgent. Come on, we’ll go look.”
He pushed off the wall, walking in the direction of the staircase. He didn’t give the girl he’d been talking to another word or look, but she was certainly glowering at you when you glanced one last time before following after him. You felt ashamed, trailing behind exactly like he wanted you to. But worse than that was the relief.
Still, as you walked up the stairs behind Steve, you looked around to make sure no one was watching. You’d survived the first hookup without rumors starting, but you knew you had to be careful. If there was one student on this campus everyone paid attention to, it was Steve Harrington.
Even worse than some random students seeing and whispering would be Nancy or Carol. You didn’t want to have to even begin to figure out how to explain this to them. It was humiliating enough doing it, confusing even trying to justify it to yourself.
Steve led the way into his bedroom, although you’d dreamed about the same path so many times over the past week, you could have walked yourself there with your eyes closed. His room was still tidy, and the scent of the cologne he was wearing now permeated the air. All his usual hair products sat out on his dresser, and you could practically see the ghost of him there getting ready before leaving for the party downstairs, not putting it away.
He closed the door behind you, the sound of the lock clicking into place like a bomb in the silence. You turned around to face him. You hadn’t really thought this far ahead.
“So…” Steve began, walking over to you slowly. You felt like a rabbit that had run right into his trap—willingly. “Did you really want that weed? Or did you come back for something else?”
You gritted your teeth, fists clenching and unclenching at your side. Drawing in a deep breath, you tried to relax your muscles, your entire body tense. “I…”
Steve was still smiling at you as he approached. He knew you weren’t going to say it, but he had already won. You’d come. His hand came up to rest on your cheek, and you found yourself relishing in the warmth of his palm rather than flinching away.
“You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to,” he murmured, his voice low. No bravado, soft, meant only for you. His eyes were locked on yours. “I know what you need, baby.” His thumb stroked your cheek, then moved to rub slowly over your bottom lip. Your breath hitched, but you couldn’t break the intense eye contact if you tried. “Have you been dreaming about it?”
You didn’t know what to say. Your brain was short circuiting. Your hands hung loosely by your side, eyes wide, as he looked at you with pure heat. Goosebumps covered your skin, breath coming in strained.
“I already know,” he continued when you said nothing. His words were a low purr, a sound that had you hypnotized. You didn’t even react when he pulled down slightly on your bottom lip and slipped his thumb inside, pressing down against your tongue. “You’d never been fucked like that in your life. You’ve been thinking about it. Trying to recreate it with your own hand, getting off to the memory.”
Body on autopilot, you closed your lips around his thumb. Your eyes never left each others’ as you ran your tongue over the calloused pad of his finger, sucking on it. For all he tried to act unaffected and in control, you saw the shudder that wracked through him. You didn’t have to look to know he was hard already.
When he pulled his hand away, the trance was broken. But still, you both stood there, just looking at each other. The whole room felt charged with electricity, the air around you heavy enough to feel like a physical, oppressive weight.
Your lips crashed together in a kiss both hungry and frantic. It wasn’t slow and romantic, not this time. Steve’s hands dug into your waist, pulling you close, the kiss all tongue and teeth and messy desperation. He groaned into your mouth, and when he pulled your hips into his, you could feel the hard proof of what you’d already known.
He pulled back to pull his shirt over his head, your eyes drinking in the exposed skin shamelessly. He was breathing hard, eyes glazed over with unfiltered want. Shoes were kicked off, Steve’s jeans hit the floor, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you with ease and laying you on his bed.
“You wore this little thing for me?” Steve whispered in your ear as he settled over you. His lips attacked your neck, sucking at that spot he remembered was so sensitive. You wouldn’t be surprised if he left marks, but you couldn’t think straight long enough to care.
“No.” The denial was weak, even you knew that. You had watched him all night, approached him yourself after sucking up your pride, and now you were beneath him on his bed. But, fuck, hadn’t you given him enough satisfaction tonight?
“No?” He chuckled darkly against the hot skin of your neck. He didn’t believe you for a second. He was rolling his hips against you, the straining in his boxer briefs rock hard where it pressed against your dripping core. “That’s a shame, baby. It looks so good on you.”
The little whimper that escaped when he bit down on the skin beneath your ear would have been embarrassing if you were able to even process it. You arched your back beneath him, pressing your tits against his chest. Your nipples were hard through the thin material of your dress—a bra didn’t work with it, so you’d gone without—and the feeling of friction against them had a breathy noise falling from your lips.
Steve moved down your body, pushing your dress up roughly until it was up around your waist. He lowered himself between your thighs, pressing his nose against your already soaked panties, letting out a low, primal groan. “God, you’re so fucking sweet,” he growled. Unable to wait any longer, he hooked his fingers into the waist of your panties and pulled them off.
“Steve—“ you said in a voice that sounded more like a squeak than anything, spreading your legs for him, breathing hard. His big hands slid up your smooth thighs, opening them wider for him. His nose brushed lightly against your folds, making you draw in a sharp breath.
“Yeah, baby?” he murmured. He was looking at your cunt like he wanted this as badly as you did—maybe more. “What do you want?”
“Just do it,” you whined, your body writhing against his sheets with the overwhelming need. “Please, just…”
“What do you want me to do?” He was looking up at you now, smirking, even as his mouth was hovering an inch from where you needed him more than anything. “You’ve gotta tell me, sweetheart. I can’t read your mind.”
You groaned, eyes opening as you looked down at him. “You are such a fucking asshole.”
His big eyes widened with feigned innocence. “What?” You could feel his breath ghosting over your pussy, so wet for him, and it had you trembling. You couldn’t take much more of this and he knew it.
“Stop trying to make me say it,” you grumbled. You pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes.
“Not trying to make you do anything,” he hummed. He moved his head, nose brushing against your clit and making your breath catch. “I just don’t know how I’m supposed to know what you want me to do if you don’t tell me, and, y’know, I’d never want to do anything you didn’t want—“
“Oh my god, Steve,” you huffed, hands running through your hair where you laid against his mattress. “Are you gonna keep running your mouth all night or put it to good use again?”
Steve laughed genuinely, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re so feisty. I always liked that about you.”
Before you could complain anymore, he buried his face against your pussy, diving in like it had been killing him to hold himself back, too. You cried out, loud, a hand moving to slap over your mouth a second too late. You could feel his lips curling in a smile against you.
He was good, so good, you didn’t have to have any prior experience to know that. It was no wonder he had girls lining up to get in his bed. You couldn’t keep yourself quiet, his tongue fucking inside of you, drinking in all the sweetness you dripped for him, rolling his tongue over your clit. It felt like he was everywhere at once.
“Steve, fuck!” you cried, gasping and clutching onto the pillows behind your head. “Oh my god, fuck, how are you—oh fuck—“
He groaned against your cunt, the vibrations going straight through your clit and to every nerve ending in your body. He flicked his tongue over the swollen bud, wrapping his lips around it and sucking as he sunk two fingers into your fluttering hole.
“God!” you choked. Your thighs were trembling around his head already. Your hand moved down to card through his hair before gripping onto the soft strands for dear life, pulling another moan from him when your fingers tightened in them.
Steve’s fingers fucked into you, nice and slow at first, slipping in a third finger before curling deep to hit that perfect spot. He was getting you ready for his cock again, your heart beating out of your chest at the thought alone. You could see it when you closed your eyes, just as you had for the past week, and it had you growing even wetter for him.
“Steve…” you whined, your hips starting to grind against his face. He let you, moaning and working you even harder, begging for it without any words. “I’m gonna…”
“Give it to me,” he rasped, pulling away just long enough to say the words before his mouth was right back against you, delving his tongue between your folds and focusing on your clit while his fingers worked you open.
Stars exploded behind your vision. Unable to hold it back, you cried out, mindlessly babbling combinations of his name and curses and desperate pleas of don’t stop don’t stop oh please fuck god don’t stop—
Steve worked you through every last aftershock, playing your body like an instrument he knew wholly, intimately. Your body was still shaking when he pulled away. The sight of him looking down at you like that, with his lips and chin glistening with your release, made you whimper. God, why did he have to look like that?
“So fucking good,” he said, eyes dark and awed. His cock strained hard against his boxers. You could see it twitching through the material, throbbing visibly.
His hands slid up your body, looking at you with a deep reverence as he slid the dress up until it was over your head, tossing it to his floor. His eyes raked over your naked body, every inch of it, the smooth skin and the way your chest rose and fell, how wide your eyes were looking up at him, your pretty lips parted.
“I thought about you, too,” he whispered, lips ghosting over your cheek, back to your ear. “Thought about how you tasted. How tight you felt around me. The way you said my name. The noises you made…god, I came so fucking hard playing those noises over and over in my head.”
You gasped, the throbbing between your legs starting up again at his words. You’d had no idea. Why would he be thinking of you when he could have any girl at this whole school? He wasn’t just saying it. The unfiltered heat in his voice made that clear.
Steve lifted off of you slowly, eyes staying on you until he turned away to open his bedside drawer and grab one of those foil packets he seemed to have an endless supply of. He pushed his boxers down, flushed cock springing free, and kicked the last bit of clothing off the bed with the rest.
You watched him rip the foil open and roll it onto his (impressive, huge, perfect, achingly hard) cock, your pussy clenching around nothing, your body itself begging for him. He settled between your legs, wrapping his big hands around your thighs, opening you wide.
“Dreamed about this pussy,” he mumbled, wrapping a hand around his shaft and dragging his tip through your soaked folds. He pressed the thick head against your hole, pressing forward just slightly, just feeling you. You whined, rocking your hips down, begging for him inside. He smirked as he noticed, but didn’t push in yet. His expression was almost dreamy, pupils blown. “Best pussy I ever had. Fuck. Never came so fucking hard as I did inside you.”
“Steve…” you breathed, the word itself a plea.
“Tell me,” he breathed. It wasn’t a tease anymore. The need in his voice was staggering. He was begging. “Please, baby. Need to hear you say it.”
The sight of Steve, utterly wrecked like this, was almost too much to bear. You didn’t have it in you to refuse, not anymore. “Please,” you keened. “God, Steve, please fuck me.”
His eyes fluttered closed and he let out a ragged groan, even before he finally rolled his hips forward, piercing you with that perfect, thick cock. You nearly sobbed in pleasure as you felt it, that overwhelming fullness as he sank into you inch by inch. It was easier this time but still a stretch, still that distant sting until his hips pressed flush against you.
“Christ—“ Steve choked, falling forward on his hands, planting them on either side of your shoulders. “Oh, fuck.”
You rocked your hips up against him, telling him it was okay to move. Begging him to move. “Oh my god,” you moaned. Your walls throbbed around him, which was undoing him way faster than he’d care to admit.
He pulled his hips back before sinking back in. Starting slow, as if he were still trying to be careful with his last shred of restraint. It didn’t last long. The perfect clench of your heat around him was driving him mad, his thrusts quickly working up into a punishing rhythm.
Your name left his lips in a shuddering breath, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder. The sound of his skin meeting yours filled the room, your cunt so slick and wet around him you could hear it every time he drove in. He fucked you harder than he had last time, something you didn’t even know you’d craved until you had it.
“So fucking—god—you feel so fucking good,” he grunted, his body slick with sweat where it was pressed against yours. You hooked a leg around his waist as he reached down with one hand to grab your thigh and press it up against your chest.
The angle was devastating, his cock hitting deeper inside of you than you thought possible. Your eyes rolled back as he punched soft, mindless little “ah ah ah”s from your lungs with every thrust.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. His eyes squeezed shut, sweat beading on his forehead with the effort of how hard he fucked you. The headboard knocked against the wall, chipping the paint from the force of it, the sound unmistakable for anyone who happened to walk by. “Gonna make me cum so fucking hard again. Fuck. Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so perfect, so goddamn—oh shit—“
You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling on it the way you now knew he liked. The desperate groan he let out was muffled as you pulled him down to your lips, his tongue immediately licking into your mouth. The kiss was utterly filthy, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth—yours, his, both.
The whines he was letting out were growing higher, needier. All signs of that cocky, insufferable personality were gone, nothing but pleasure and desire coursing through him. His fingers dug bruises into your thigh as he snapped his hips forward harder, and oh fuck, he was hitting that spot again—
“Steve!” you gasped, head tossing back against the pillows. Steve’s lips moved down the exposed column of your throat, placing hot, wet kisses everywhere he could reach. “Oh, fuck, Steve, I’m gonna fucking cum—“
“Please,” he begged, his voice a ragged growl against your throat. “Let me feel you. Squeeze my cock, milk me fuckin’ dry, please.”
That coil snapped again, hard, the moan it forced from you more like a scream. It was loud, you knew it was loud, but you couldn’t help it, completely delirious with the intensity of the pleasure. Your back arched beneath him, moaning and crying out and calling his name again and again.
Steve let out a choked noise at the feeling of you tightening around him, clenching and throbbing hard. His hips rutted into you with a desperate, frantic intensity, rhythm completely gone as he chased his own orgasm. He was right behind you, only a couple more shallow thrusts until he was stilling as deep inside you as possible. He groaned roughly, his head dropping to bury his face right between your tits as his body shuddered with release. You could feel him pulsing inside you even through the condom.
The room calmed, your heavy breathing the only sounds remaining. His weight was heavy over you, but you didn’t mind. You didn’t exactly want him to move, at least not yet. In the quiet aftermath, you relished in the feeling of him, his cock still throbbing inside as he slowly softened.
When he finally mustered up the energy to move he lifted off of you, pulling out and removing the condom, tossing it in the trash. You couldn’t bring yourself to look and see if there was proof of him having any other girls in here since you’d been with him. You didn’t know why you cared.
Steve sat on the edge of the bed, his arms resting on his knees. He was still catching his breath as you sat up, reality beginning to creep back in like unforgiving daylight after the safety of the night.
He turned his head to look at you, lips curling into a smile again. His skin still glistened with sweat. “Was it as good as the first time?” He asked, once again breaking the spell with his big mouth. “What you were hoping for when you showed up here tonight, dressed like that?”
You scoffed, sliding off the bed to collect your clothes again. Now that you’d gotten what you’d been craving, the desperation that had been clouding your brain was gone. That familiar shame was crawling over you again.
“What?” he laughed. “You can say it, y’know. Doesn’t mean you have to like me just because you like fucking me.”
You hesitated for a moment, then moved again, pulling your panties back over your legs. “Don’t.”
“Come on, baby,” he goaded, leaning back on the bed. He watched you, propped up on one arm, once again unbothered by being completely exposed to you. “Would it really be so bad to admit it?”
You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his eyes staring at your ass as you pulled your panties back on. “Fine,” you finally huffed, turning around. You clutched your dress in your hands, nearly throwing it at him when he didn’t even try to hide the way his gaze dropped down to your tits. “You’re good. It was amazing. Is that what you want to hear?”
He grinned. “I just wanted to hear the truth.” He shrugged playfully. “I mean, I already knew, just wanted to hear you admit it. Not for me, but for yourself.”
“Aren’t you altruistic,” you muttered, pulling the dress back over your head. The way his brow furrowed for a moment showed he didn’t know what the word meant, but he didn’t press.
Finally he sat up, beginning to replace his own clothes. “It’s okay that you can’t stay away. I get it. It’s good sex.”
“I can stay away—“
“Sure,” he interrupted, lifting his hips to get his boxers back on. “But you don’t want to, right?”
You paused. You hadn’t let yourself think about that. If it was okay to let yourself want this. Just because you hated Steve so bad, because you didn’t want anyone to know this was happening. But did that make it bad? Did it make you wrong? Weak, like you’d felt all week, and especially tonight?
Maybe he was right. It was good sex.
After buttoning his jeans, Steve stood to face you. He ran a hand through his hair, looking in the mirror behind you for just a second before focusing back on you. “Look,” he started, but it was hard to pay attention when he was standing there shirtless like that. “I think we could help each other.”
You forced your eyes back up to his face, the smirk sitting there evidence that he’d seen you staring. “Help each other?”
He walked over to you, hands resting on your hips again. You didn’t push him away, holding his gaze. “Yeah. Help each other. I told you I liked it too, didn’t I?”
You weren’t sure what to say. You’d heard him say it, when he was buried inside you, moaning your name, but you figured it was just…talk. Heat of the moment. Nothing real. Nothing you said or felt when you were fucking was real.
Your lack of a response didn’t deter him. His fingers flexed on your hips, but he didn’t pull you closer. “We could make this a casual thing,” he offered, finally putting the words out there. “You like it, I like it. Why not keep having fun together?”
You turned his words over and over in your head. It felt like far more than the seconds it actually took as you thought over his proposition. What it meant, what it changed, how it felt.
But the memory of the past week played through your mind on repeat. How miserable you’d been, the way you couldn’t get him out of your head. That he was right, the sex had been so good you’d craved it day and night, and the second time had been just as good, if not better.
Steve waited patiently, but he knew your answer before you finally forced it out. “…Okay. Yeah. I guess.”
He grinned, squeezing your hips one more time before moving back. “Okay then. Good.”
“But we keep this between us,” you added quickly. “I’m serious. Just us. You don’t tell your friends and I won’t tell mine.”
He looked amused, but he didn’t argue. “What kind of guy do you think I am?”
You stared at him. “Steve.”
“Okay,” he laughed, pulling his shirt back on. “I won’t tell a soul. You have my word.”
You let out a sigh, both relief and anxiety at once. Turning to his mirror, you fixed your hair, cleaning up your smudged makeup. “It means nothing, and no one knows.”
The heat of his body suddenly behind you made you jump. But he just stood next to you, fixing his own appearance.
“It means nothing,” he repeated. “And no one knows.”
part two soooooon
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SUMMARY: Dating someone like Steve wasn't easy, because when his previous ex, Nancy, came into his life, suddenly she was different from all the others girls he dated. When you started dating him, she was still all around, his choice or not, and that worried you the more it went on. It was even harder that you had so many mutual connections.
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NIA'S NOTES: Olivia never fails to make a relatable song. I had to make this as soon as I listened to it 🙂↕️ I can't figure out how to centre my titles for the life of me so ignore the placement of it ugh. I have squeezed a few Olivia references into here, so I guess try spot them!! This was quite funzies. Enjoy my lovelies!!
Steve was the typical guy in high school, because there was always one, dating every girl that he laid eyes on though there was no real, deep connection. It was more of a performance to make it look like there were girls queuing up for him, which you couldn’t blame them if they did.
Someone like him could never be bored, and you figured that was part of it.
Like every other girl at Hawkins high school, you joined the line up of girls too. To you, it felt different, seemed different, but you were sure that he had heard that line from all his ex-girlfriends before.
Maybe it was different, because you weren’t someone that he threw away after a few weeks, surprisingly, he took it slowly, and it felt like a joke that everyone was in on but you at first, but then you saw how genuine he was being, it was gentler than you’d ever seen him.
He wasn’t straight up with you at the start, barging into your life unexpectedly and making you his girlfriend the day after, he took it at a steady pace that you both liked, that was normal. His normal was different for a while until you.
Dates were something that he brought forward to you, in an awkwardly manner at first.
His eyes flicked over you, trying to make himself aware of if it was the right time, if he was reading the situation well. “How do you feel about restaurants?” He asks, providing no other context at first.
An amused laugh left your mouth, closing your locker door and leaning against it. “Pretty good. I go often.”
He nodded, opening his mouth more to gasp for air than to speak. “With who?”
You squinted at him, trying to figure out where all these questions are coming from. “My friends.”
“Ah. Right, yeah, of course, of course.” He nodded, pulling another laugh from you. “So, would that be something you’re interested in going to with me?”
Your arms tightly hold your folders to your chest. “That sounds very sweet, Steve. Yes.”
He grinned down at you in a way that you’d never seen before. “Does Saturday sound good to you?”
For the sake of it, you decided to mess with him, purely for his reaction. “I’m sorry, Steve, I’ll be studying for the English exam then.”
Surprisingly, he didn’t huff or try bribe you into it, he simply nods. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m kidding.” You laughed. “Saturday sounds perfect.”
He shook his head, amused, brushing his thumb over your shoulder. “I’ll see you then, beautiful.”
Beautiful. You didn’t want to fall into it too quickly, but God, he was tempting.
The dates continued, one after the other, pretty much a weekly thing that you planned fairly. He would arrive in front of your house in his beamer a few minutes early, and you weren’t sure if that was to impress you and show you that he was capable, but it worked.
You weren’t the type to do this with boys, so it was all new to you. He started off with simple talk, asking you questions, not too personal, but things he couldn’t see by simply looking at you. It didn’t seem too awkward, at least not as awkward as you had seen before. There was the occasional long silence as you thought about what to say next, but he easily filled that in.
That’s the point you found out about Nancy, after a couple of dates, and you weren’t sure in the moment if you were going to regret asking him the question, but curiosity got to the best of you.
You were gently blowing over your food to cool it down, trying to get to know more about him. “So, you have lots of girls lining up for you, huh?” You joked, but you really wanted to know more, know what you were possibly competing against.
He huffs out a quiet laugh, glancing down at his fork, anywhere but into your eyes. “Yeah. Well, did. I’m not like that, not anymore.”
“Oh. Really?” You asked, chewing on your steak.
“It’s not the most fun life to live, I have no idea if that’s a shock or not. Probably not.” He said more to himself like he’s still trying to convince himself. “I came to a realisation.”
“When did you come to the realisation?” You asked, anything to keep the conversation steady.
His eyes slowly drifted to yours, looking unsure, like he could mess up at any moment and ruin weeks of effort and pace. “My last relationship. I guess it was a little longer than the others I had been in, so it was a little different.”
You’d heard about him and Nancy plenty of times, and you had an idea on how it had ended through friends of friends. It clearly wasn’t an easy break up for him.
“How did that change you?” You asked.
He sighed. “I mean, the breakup part wasn’t something I had experienced before in other relationships. It was definitely harsh. I just don’t want to be that person anymore, I want to take things slowly and I want to do it right.”
Hearing those words should’ve been the first obvious factor that it was about to go downhill, and anybody else would probably be sprinting out the doors. ‘I want to do it right’ blared louder than his other words, completely dulling down how it was a harsh breakup. It hadn’t been too long ago since they broke up, 4 months, and you weren’t sure if that was long enough to think through everything at all.
“That makes sense, I’m glad, Steve.” You said with a warm smile.
His lips twitched into a smile. “Just to let you know, I’m taking you very seriously.”
Those words felt foreign to you, because a boy that wasn’t very serious about relationships was telling you he was being serious about you.
“I’m taking you serious too.” You hummed, swallowing your steak.
That was the first mental strike, to him and to yourself, because bringing up past relationships on a date probably wasn’t the best idea. Up until that point, seeing him felt like hearing the first firework on New Year’s Day, refreshing, new, but he wasn’t so truthful with his words. He clearly liked to throw them about, whether that was purposely or cluelessly, it started to become very obvious.
The further your relationship went, the more people you met, and you were automatically expected to turn up to meet with his friends. It became normal to you, like you had always known Steve and his friends, and it was the confirmation that this was serious to him.
Although he was serious about you, you weren’t sure to what extent he was still emotionally wounded by Nancy. He couldn’t exactly get rid of her, because she was all around him, every time they passed by in the halls, in class, and unfortunately for you, hanging out with his friends.
The first time you had a proper interaction with Nancy, it had to have been one of the most uncomfortable experiences. She never said anything awful about you or anyone, and she didn’t make you feel unwelcomed, but knowing what you knew, you made it uncomfortable instead.
Conveniently, her locker was close by to yours, so she was always there, everything that you wanted to be always in front of you.
She brought her note pads close to her and shut her locker, walking over a few steps to you with a sweet smile. “Hey, we haven’t really talked as much as we should, especially as we have the same friend circle, so I thought I’d make sure you know that you can talk to me whenever.”
A slightly awkward laugh left your lips. “Yeah, yeah, of course.”
“There are a lot of us, so I know it’s a little all over the place.” She laughs.
“I guess to, yeah.” You nod.
The silence falls after that, and you’ve never wanted to bash your head against your locker more, but she carries on, and you couldn’t appreciate that more.
“We can walk in talk on the way to class, if you’d like.” She says, her voice sweet and warm.
“That sounds nice.” You say, more quietly, joining beside her.
You were glad that she was talkative, because all you could think about was how different you were to her. Then you started to overthink it too much, because if he liked people like Nancy, you were far off that.
It shouldn’t have been a shock to you that he was still lingering around her, because he was exactly who everyone said he is. That was another strike for you, for being so lovesick that you weren’t aware that he isn’t always going to be genuine with you just because he said so.
Watching him interact with her was the worst part, because she was so sweet, and you couldn’t deny it, even if it was frustrating. She was like cigarette smoke that clung to him, only it was his decision, not hers.
She was constantly in the foreground of your mind, and it wasn’t any different from Steve. It wouldn’t be the biggest surprise if she came before you, because Steve is Steve, and you couldn’t expect anything else from him.
Most people would think that it’s easy to have a boyfriend that has had many girlfriends, because he clearly wasn’t stuck on any of them if they were one after the other, short lasting, but they would be wrong. Maybe he had moved on from most girls, but not Nancy, never Nancy.
That’s when the tension got clearer anytime you had some alone time together. Words lingered from across the kitchen island, ready to burst out. The more he went on about something that you couldn’t care about, the more his voice started to get on your nerves.
“Steve.” You cut him off, and he paused.
“Yeah, what’s up? Am I talking too quickly?” He asks.
You shake your head, huffing. “No. I just want to talk, you’re not giving me any room to say anything.”
“I’m listening, I’m listening, baby.” He repeats, leaning back on his chair and pausing his conversation for you.
“Can this be serious talk? Let me know if it’s not the time and we can talk about it at another point.” You whisper, voice already cracking and you haven’t got on to talking about it yet.
“We can talk about whatever. I’m all ears.” He nods.
For a few seconds, you stare at him in silence, because the worry was already building up inside you, and if you spoke, you were afraid you would stumble over your words.
You glance down at your hands. “You’re serious about us, right?” You ask, unsure about your own question and everything leading up to this point.
“Of course. I’m very serious about you.” He says with a genuine smile, reaching over to place his hand on top of yours.
“I guess it hasn’t felt that way, which is why I asked.” You mumble, fingers trembling against his.
He shifts his chair closer to yours. “Why?”
It feels like the words are there, but every time you try to open your mouth, you freeze, nothing but a broken breath leaving your lips. You take a moment to settle, not really settle, because in something vulnerable like this, you couldn’t, but you pause before squeaking out. “Nancy.”
His movement on your hand stills, like hearing her name still causes him to react.
“What about her?” He asks nervously.
“She’s always around, she’s everywhere. That’s not the problem, and neither it she, but I feel like there’s something still there between you two. I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of something that I shouldn’t have gotten into.” You admit quietly, your eyes glassing over.
He lightly brushes his thumb over the palm of your hand. “There’s nothing between me and Nancy.”
“It feels like you two never broke up with how normal you are around each other.” You sigh.
He stops talking like his input will only make it worse.
“You’re around her a lot. I know you share the same friends, but you look at her the way I want you to look at me.” Your voice cracks, and you turn your head the other way.
Steve’s breathing shuddered, and he shook his head. “I’m serious about you, I promise.” He manages out.
“Those just feel like words to me now. They don’t feel real to me. It’s like you’re throwing them around to make me feel better.” You mumble, tracing patterns on the marble counter.
He sighs, loudly. It hit a spot. “What more could you possibly want me to say?”
The way his voice changed was something you never want to remember again, and the tears were welling up already. You kept your head turned from him, because showing him how much this has affected you won’t work on him. He’s definitely seen this before.
“I don’t know, show me? You’ve been off with her a lot.” You huff.
“With friends.” He adds.
You roll your eyes, staring blankly at the cupboards. “I’ve felt like I’ve been shoved to the side, like you’ve gotten my hopes up, only for me to be let down.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do, and you know it.” He shook his head with an amused laugh, and that only made this feel more heated.
“If I knew it, I wouldn’t be asking, I wouldn’t be feeling this way. I don’t want to have to beg for it, but I want you to be around me just as much as you’re around them, around her.” You whisper, defeated.
“Then you can join us, that’s fine.” He murmurs under his breath.
Nothing has felt more humiliating than this.
“How do you feel about Nancy?” You ask, turning to look at him, but he’s blurry with the tears filling up.
He closes his eyes, looking done with the conversation. “Me and Nancy are friends, that’s all there is to it.”
“Make it feel that way then.” You push your chair back.
“I do. Why are you not listening?” He asks, getting increasingly more frustrated.
“No, why aren’t you listening?” You repeat. “I feel like I’m apart of some massive joke that I’m not involved in. Steve, I just wanted to talk about how I’ve felt. I feel sick even thinking about how you could possibly still be in love with her, and I’m just something to pass time.”
“You’re not that to me though. You’re so much more.” He sighs.
“I can’t keep waking up with my heart aching, Steve. If I’m saying that it feels like you’re stuck on her even if you’re not, then maybe that’s something you can work on. If not, then this won’t work.” You shake your head, sliding your chair back fully and padding out of the kitchen, into the bedroom and closing the door behind you.
It feels emptier, quieter without his voice talking your ears off. Part of you feels bad for bringing it up at all, but she’s all around, basically burned into him, and you can’t deal with the endless possibilities. You rest your head on the pillows, curling your legs up to your chest.
To him, the conversation only highlighted his worry that he would lose you, the one thing that he never wanted out of this, the one thing he told you that wouldn’t happen. The ache in his chest was growing, and if he sat at the kitchen island any longer, he probably would’ve let it consume him.
The bedroom door pushes open, hesitantly, slowly, and he steps in, closing it behind him and slipping into bed behind you. His hand is gently on your side, checking if you’ll swat him away, which he would agree he deserves.
After a moment of rustling. “Hey, I’m sorry.” He whispers, pressing his lips to the back of your head. “I could’ve communicated that better.”
You hum, letting him know that you’re listening, but not speaking.
“Everything you said was completely okay for you to say, and I’m not angry that you told me about how you’ve felt. I just got a little frustrated because everything I said was completely true, and I’m willing to be open with you right now.” He says, brushing his thumb over your skin.
“Okay.” You whisper.
He nods, bringing you closer so that your back presses against his chest, completely enveloping you in his warmth. “Yes, my breakup with her wasn’t easy at all, I can fully admit that to you. We’ve been mature about it and talked like friends, and we will continue to be friends. We share the same friends, so it’s pretty hard to not be around her, and I respect that it’s not comfortable for you, and it’s not comfortable for me either, but I have to be mature about it.”
“I’m just worried that you’re going to shove me to the side.” You mumble.
His face completely drops, softer, and he gently grabs your jaw, turning you so that you’re looking at him. “No. Absolutely not. That’s not who I am or ever want to be.”
A quiet sigh leaves your lips. “It’s hard not to worry when she’s always around. I’m hyper aware that at any moment, you could just go back to her.”
His thumb brushes over your cheek and he shakes his head. “We didn’t work well together at all. It was just never really right, and it never felt right, if that makes sense.” He pauses, eyes flicking over you. “I’m dead set on you.”
“You’ve probably said that to loads of people.” You say with a small laugh, making light of the situation to make yourself feel better.
“No, actually. I haven’t. Shocker, I know.” He sighs. “I really, really like you, and I want this to continue further.”
“I want to continue further with you too, Steve.” You whisper.
“I’m glad. I’m so glad.” He says, relieved. “I’ve never taken something slowly with anyone, so believe it or not, but this is a very new experience for me too.”
You nod, turning around so that you’re fully facing him, and he slips his hands into your hair. “I’m sorry that I brought that up at all.”
“Please don’t be sorry. You wanted to tell me how you felt, and it’s completely understandable. I hope that what I said was clear enough. I’m sorry that you’ve felt this way, and I wish I was clear at the start.” He whispers. “I’m your boyfriend, and that’s a title I want to keep. This isn’t something I want to drop.”
Without a second though, you press your lips to his, gentle. It isn’t rushed or a clash of teeth like it usually is, but you take it slowly, feeling his lips against yours.
“I’m very happy to keep the girlfriend title.” You whisper against his lips, and he grins.
The initial worry died down, and you feel less tense about it all. Maybe you’d end up worrying again, but you felt more relieved knowing that he’s trying for himself and for you, and he’s pushing his old ways behind.
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Summary: Steve insists he does NOT want a cat. Steve is later discovered asleep holding the cat like a baby.
Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, fluff, cat adoption, domestic intimacy, steve harrington vs his own feelings, comfort fic (lmk if i missed anything)
W/C: 1k
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The first time you suggest getting a cat, Steve reacts like you've brought a live grenade into the apartment.
"No."
You glance up from the leaflet in your hands.
"No?"
"No."
"That's your entire argument?"
"Yes."
Steve doesn't even look away from the basketball game he's pretending to watch.
"A cat is a terrible idea."
"Why?"
"They shed."
"So do you."
"I do not."
You stare pointedly at the dark hairs currently scattered across the shoulders of his t-shirt. Steve follows your gaze, immediately realises his mistake, and sighs.
"...that's different."
"It literally isn't."
"It is."
You grin.
Steve narrows his eyes immediately.
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Decide you've already won."
"I haven't won."
"You have that face."
"What face?"
"That face."
You smile wider as Steve groans.
Because unfortunately for him, you've already started looking at shelters.
The second time the topic comes up, Robin is present, which is ultimately Steve's downfall because Robin immediately takes your side.
"A cat is objectively a great idea."
"Thank you."
"It is not."
"It absolutely is."
Steve looks personally betrayed.
"You've known me for seven years."
"And in those seven years you've developed approximately seventeen different paternal instincts."
"I have not."
Robin starts counting on her fingers.
"You adopted Dustin."
"I did not."
"You adopted all the children."
"They're not my children."
"You drive them places."
"That's called having a car."
"You carry snacks."
"They're growing."
"You own three first-aid kits."
Steve opens his mouth, then closes it again.
Robin points dramatically.
"My point exactly."
Steve glares. You try not to laugh. Robin doesn't bother trying.
"A cat would destroy him."
"A cat would not destroy me."
"A cat would sit on your chest once and you'd start referring to yourself as its father."
Three weeks later, you're standing in the local shelter. Robin comes with you out of excitement. Steve's only there because he insists somebody needs to be "the voice of reason." Unfortunately, the voice of reason immediately gets distracted by a ginger kitten attempting to climb his trouser leg.
"See?" Steve says, carefully lifting the tiny thing up in his arms and away from his jeans. "This is exactly what I mean."
The kitten immediately starts purring.
Steve freezes.
Or, more accurately, something about him softens so visibly that you and Robin both catch it at the exact same moment.
The kitten continues purring. Steve looks down. The kitten looks up. And just like that, you watch something happen behind Steve's eyes. Something small. Something catastrophic.
Then the kitten stretches one tiny paw towards his face.
Steve is finished. Completely.
He just doesn't know it yet.
"You can put him down," you say gently.
Steve clears his throat.
"Yeah."
He doesn't move.
The kitten continues purring happily in his hands while Steve keeps holding him like he's forgotten he was ever planning to put him down in the first place. Across the room, Robin catches your eye.
Neither of you says anything.
Neither of you needs to.
The cat comes home three days later.
Officially, he's your cat.
Steve makes this distinction repeatedly.
"This is your cat."
"Okay."
"I am simply sharing the apartment with your cat."
"Okay."
"I don't want any confusion."
You nod solemnly.
"No confusion."
Steve points.
"Good."
The cat chooses that exact moment to climb directly into Steve's lap and immediately fall asleep.
Steve looks horrified.
You nearly choke on your drink.
It starts gradually after that. Small things. Embarrassing things.
Steve starts learning the cat's favourite sleeping spots. Then his favourite treats. Then which toys he likes. Then which specific brand of food apparently tastes different despite looking exactly the same and all evidence suggesting otherwise.
"You know his routine."
"I do not."
"You just said he gets grumpy if dinner is twenty minutes late."
"Because he does."
You stare.
Steve stares back.
The cat is currently asleep across Steve's shoulders like a furry scarf.
Neither of you acknowledges it.
A month later, Robin walks into your apartment without knocking, which is how she discovers the final stage of Steve Harrington's downfall.
She freezes immediately.
You look up from the kitchen.
"What?"
Robin doesn't answer. She just points silently toward the couch.
You follow her gaze and immediately have to bite the inside of your cheek.
Hard.
Because Steve is asleep.
Flat on his back. One arm wrapped around the cat. Not beside him. Not near him. Around him.
The cat is tucked against Steve's chest like a baby, one of Steve's big hands resting protectively across his tiny little body. The cat looks impossibly pleased with the arrangement.
Robin makes a strangled noise.
You nearly drop your mug.
Neither of you gets a photo.
Mostly because you're both laughing too hard.
Steve wakes up twenty minutes later to find both of you staring.
"What?"
You point.
Steve follows your finger, looks down, sees the cat still asleep on his chest, pauses for a second, then immediately says, "This isn't what it looks like."
Robin practically falls off the armchair laughing.
"It is EXACTLY what it looks like."
"He climbed up here himself."
"You tucked a blanket around him."
Steve looks down.
There is, unfortunately, a blanket tucked around him.
"Okay, that's one time."
"The cat has his own nickname."
"Everybody has nicknames."
"You call him buddy."
"So?"
"You use the same voice you use with Dustin."
Steve looks genuinely offended.
The cat stretches lazily before climbing higher onto Steve's chest. Without even thinking about it, Steve steadies him automatically with both hands before he can slip.
The room falls silent.
Robin points dramatically.
"There."
Steve freezes.
You raise an eyebrow.
Slowly, painfully, Steve slowly realises what he's done.
His face drops into his hands.
"Oh my god."
You finally lose it.
The laughter hits hard enough to make your stomach ache. Robin's crying. The cat is purring.
And Steve Harrington, despite spending two straight months insisting otherwise, is very clearly, very unfortunately, somebody's dad.
♡ He wanted all of it. And somehow, impossibly, he wanted it all with you.
Warnings: 18+ / MDNI! • Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Female Masturbation (Use of a Vibrator), Dry humping, Voyeurism (Accidental), Steve Harrington Being Hopelessly in Love (and Coming in His Pants)
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader
Word count: 6.4k
Summary: Steve Harrington walks in at the worst possible moment. Fortunately for both of you, it forces a conversation you should have had years ago—preferably not with something buzzing between you.
Author’s note: One day I won't accidentally turn a pure smutty request into a feelings fest complete with mutual pining, emotional constipation and a confession. Today is not that day... apologies to you ♥︎
Also, has the quote in the header inspired another idea yes... no further questions, good day ♥︎
The crumpled post-it note hanging from the fridge was the first sign that something was… different. The second was the absence of Dustin's voice—which, quite frankly, should have been audible from three streets away.
"Mom? Dustin?" Your voice echoed through the empty kitchen.
Nothing.
Frowning, you crossed the room and pulled the note from beneath the heart-shaped magnet holding it in place. The bright yellow paper was covered in your mom's unmistakable looping cursive.
Book club at Belinda's. Dustin at Wheelers. Pizza money on the counter. Love you Hunnybuns xxx
You can't remember the last time you had the house all to yourself. No Dustin yelling your name from the other side of the house because he couldn't find something that was right in front of him. No Dustin barging into your room without knocking. No Dustin demanding lifts off of you.
Just peace and quiet. And well, you couldn't possibly let that go to waste…
"Oooo girls, they wanna have fu-u-un..."
You sang (screamed)–dressed in mismatched socks, an old Hawkins High T-shirt and pyjama shorts, your hair tied up and hanging together by sheer determination, sliding across the kitchen tiles with a whisk doubling as your microphone.
You weren't exactly giving Cyndi Lauper a run for her money, but the half-empty bottle of red wine sitting on the counter was doing a fairly decent job of convincing you otherwise.
You swung open the oven door, immediately being hit by a wave of warm, sugary goodness. Tilting your head, you squinted at the tray of cookies. Misshaped and definitely not done.
You hummed, and with a decisive nod that suggested you had far more baking expertise than you actually possessed, you pulled the rack out slightly and turned the tray around. "There," you informed the cookies. "That'll fix you."
Whether it actually would remained to be seen.
You shut the door and immediately reached for your wine glass, taking a long sip as the next song drifted through the radio. The red wine was pleasantly cool against your tongue, and you leaned back against the counter, swaying slightly to the music.
For a moment, a thought slipped through the haze of music and sugar and warm cookie-scented air. An unwanted thought that maybe, just maybe this wasn’t what a twenty-something-year old should be doing when she got the house to herself. Rather than say, have friends over; you knew the older members of the gang were free tonight bar Robin who had a late shift at the squawk.
Maybe you should, instead, be throwing some crazy party that people would talk about for years or, maybe—maybe you should have invited a boy over.
You immediately shook your head, as if you could physically dislodge the thought from your head. If only it was that easy; because yes, there was a boy… but he didn't want you. Not the way you wanted him.
An annoyingly familiar ache settled itself into your chest, yet again. Unwelcome. Persistent. Stupid, really, considering you'd spent months (years, if you’re honest) trying to convince yourself you were over it. Over him. And his stupidly, beautiful face and stupidly soft hair and stupidly sweet smile and–
The shrill ding-ding-ding-ding-ding of the egg timer nearly sent you through the ceiling.
"Jesus Christ!" You slapped a hand against your chest, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of the glass as your heart launched into your throat. You might have definitely, completely and utterly forgotten that you’d set that.
You flicked the timer off and immediately opened the oven door, a wave of warm air washing over you. The cookies had finally reached that perfect golden colour around the edges, chocolate chips melted into glossy puddles across the tops.
Far better company than Steve Harrington.
The thought slipped in uninvited.
You groaned. Apparently your brain wasn't finished torturing you. Or lying to you.
Because as much as you wanted to deny it—and would, repeatedly. As much as you wanted to roll your eyes and pretend otherwise, given the choice between a tray of fresh cookies and Steve Harrington?
Well.
It wasn't exactly the cookies you were thinking about at night now, was it?
Curled beneath your blankets, a plate of still vaguely warm cookies balanced beside you and your wine glass perched precariously on your nightstand, you watched Ronald Miller grin at Cindy Mancini like she was the only woman in the world through the glow of your television screen.
You hadn’t stopped glaring at it. "Oh, please." As if any man was actually like this, well–
The cookie paused halfway to your mouth.
On screen, Ronald was pulling that awkwardly charming routine that was clearly supposed to make audiences swoon. It made you scoff. Actually scoff. He wasn’t that charming. Okay , maybe a little… but he tried way too hard. Steve never even had to try. Steve could walk into a room wearing a ridiculous sweater, carrying six video tapes and complaining loudly (maybe a little obnoxiously), and somehow every eye would still end up on him anyway.
Not based on true events obviously but who cares. The wine certainly didn't. Because suddenly Ronald Miller wasn't even on the screen anymore.
Instead, your mind wandered to broad shoulders, to hands constantly pushing through impossibly soft hair, to warm brown eyes that crinkled at the corners. It was deeply unfair.
The man couldn't even complain properly.
Somehow, even when he was whining about Dustin dragging him across town for some ridiculous emergency or being roped into babysitting duties for the kids yet again, he still managed to be annoyingly endearing.
Ronald Miller might have looked good in a varsity jacket, but Steve had spent years making one look utterly unfair.
You could still picture him leaning against his BMW outside Hawkins High, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, letterman jacket hanging open, sunlight catching in his hair while half the female population of Hawkins suddenly found excuses to walk past.
The truly irritating part?
Time hadn't fixed the problem. If anything, it had somehow made it ten times worse.
Because somehow Steve Harrington had traded a varsity jacket for a stupid lime-green Family Video vest and had still come out winning.
You could picture him again outside waiting at the end of the day, one arm hanging out the driver's side window, sunglasses shoved into his hair; though this time he was here for you… and Dustin but that’s beside the current point.
On those rare, glorious days you made it to the car alone, his face would immediately light up. "Hey, Henderson."
Then he'd be out of the car, arms wrapped around you before you could even blink, squeezing you in a quick hug that always lasted just long enough to leave you smiling afterwards. Who are you kidding? Just seeing him made you smile for days afterwards.
If Dustin got there first, however, it was a completely different story.
Steve would immediately become trapped in one of your brother's endless monologues while you trailed behind, rolling your eyes as Dustin launched into a detailed explanation of whatever "disaster" had occurred that day. You'd get a quick smile thrown your way as Steve somehow managed to keep up with the conversation, and then you'd open the back door yourself, sliding into your usual seat while the two of them continued talking/bickering.
But then there were summers.
Summers were the worst.
Long afternoons at the lake with the entire gang sprawled across towels and blankets. Robin and Eddie stretched out in the sun. Dustin arguing with Steve about music. Nancy pretending she wasn't people-watching while reading a book. Or days at the local public pool. Dustin loudly insisting he could swim despite never having taken a single lesson because he'd skipped them in favour of science classes. You and Steve watching his every move.
Steve always so close, yet never really there. Sun-bleached hair falling into his eyes, swim shorts hanging low on his hips, and a permanent tan that appeared every summer without fail. The sunlight always seemed to cling to him somehow, turning his skin golden after mere minutes outside.
It was annoying. It was all very, very annoying.
Especially when he laughed and tipped his head back, exposing the line of his throat, or stretched his arms above his head after a swim like he had absolutely no idea what he was doing to the people around him.
Not that you were paying attention. Obviously.
However, more than once you had caught Max and El whispering to each other, looking in Steve's direction. The second you'd followed their gaze, both girls would immediately start grinning.
Which was rich.
Because at least they had the excuse of being teenagers.
You were a grown woman.
A grown woman who should have been perfectly capable of sitting beside Steve Harrington without becoming acutely aware of every accidental brush of shoulders, every lazy smile, every moment he turned toward you and gave you his full attention.
He was the sun.
And you, despite knowing better, had spent years turning your face towards him anyway.
God, you needed a stronger drink–you were turning poetic.
Or, as Eddie constantly insisted, you needed to get laid. Preferably by Steve, but at this point, you'd probably settle for anyone willing to knock some sense into you. ‘Cause god did you need some.
The man was lucky he was your best friend otherwise you would have hit him. It also helped that he was.. maybe not entirely wrong but whatever.
With a sigh, you reached for your wine glass and took another long sip, determined to focus on the next movie instead of your increasingly embarrassing train of thought.
Let's be honest, if any man was capable of making you stop thinking about Steve Harrington, it should have been Westley.
The man literally crossed countries, fought pirates, survived torture and came back from the dead for the woman he loved.
Objectively speaking, that was insanely romantic.
Steve would do that. Your mind immediately countered.
You groaned. "No, he wouldn't."`like saying it aloud might make that true but, hadn't he already kind of done that.
Not the pirate part. Obviously.
But the rest?
The man had been beaten up, battered, dragged through a nightmare dimension and survived being tortured by Russians, all because somebody he knew needed help.
Because that's who Steve was.
You stared at the television, but your mind had already wandered. To a day you’d recalled more times than you can remember. Back to Steve leaning against a tree, chest rising and falling in sharp breaths as everyone caught their bearings. Dirt streaked across his skin. Dried blood along his cheekbone. His hair shoved back from his forehead with trembling hands.
You remembered the fear first.
Then maybe, a little jealousy. The way Nancy had stood so close to him afterwards. The way Steve had looked at her like she was the only thing keeping him upright. Like seeing her there had made everything worth it.
You weren't necessarily proud of those feelings.
But you did have a pretty good defence, if you say so yourself. You'd been in love with the boy for years and had just survived being attacked by a swarm of murderous bats in an alternate dimension. Emotions were running a little high. Okay?
You definitely hadn't found any of it attractive at the time. You'd been too busy being terrified. Too busy trying not to imagine what would happen if Steve–if any of you—didn't make it home.
But afterwards?
Now, a few years later, safe in your room with a glass of wine and absolutely no sense of self-preservation?
Well. Now your mind could wonder. And god, did it like to.
Steve had looked wrecked that day—hair matted with sweat, jaw tight, his usual charm stripped away—but strong. Too strong for someone bleeding in another dimension.
You remembered the split skin across his chest. The way he'd dragged himself upright despite every reason not to. The way his first concern had been everyone else. Nancy. Robin. Any of you. All of you.
Fuck. Your breath hitched.
Yes, he was hot. Broad shoulders, strong arms, sun-kissed skin and a smile capable of causing minor structural damage to your common sense. Yes, he was handsome. Sharp jaw, warm brown eyes, impossibly good hair and the sort of face that made complete strangers trust him immediately.
But beautiful?
Beautiful was different.
Beautiful was the way kindness seemed woven into him. The way he always made room for one more passenger in his car, one more problem to carry that was never his to begin with.
Beautiful was the way he laughed with his whole chest. The way he looked at the people he loved like they hung the damn moon but never expected it in return. The way he threw himself in front of danger without a second thought if it meant somebody else got to go home.
Beautiful was Steve Harrington, entirely unaware that he was.
God, you needed to get over Steve. Or at the very least get your mind off him. And while you couldn't exactly follow Eddie's advice to a tee, you did have something better than another man.
Something pink, buzzing, and stashed in the bottom drawer of your nightstand—purchased on a whim after one too many late-night fantasies involving a certain ex-jock-turned-bat-wilding-hero. Your fingers twitched toward the drawer before you hesitated, glancing at the still-open bedroom door. A reckless laugh bubbled up—since when did you care about locking doors?
The house was empty. It was only slightly ajar; enough that you’d surely hear if your mom came home early. Though she never did on book club nights; her and Belinda always cracking open a few too many bottles and turning what was supposed to be a two-hour book discussion into an all-night event she needed picking up from no earlier than midday the next day.
Your fingers fumbled against the drawer handle—once, twice—before finally yanking it open with a little more force than absolutely necessary. The vibrator was cool against your palm, its smooth surface already warming as your thumb flicked on the lowest setting then the next.
The first press between your thighs was electric, blunt and insistent through the thin fabric of your shorts.
Your breath stuttered out as you arched into it, your free hand gripping the sheets beneath you. The movie’s dialogue blurred into static, replaced by the low, persistent hum vibrating against your skin.
Fuck, you’d forgotten how good it felt—or maybe you’d just never let yourself just be in the moment, too wrapped up in the fantasy of someone else’s hands, someone else’s mouth.
But this?
This was all you.
Your fingers curled tighter around the toy as you slipped it beneath your waistband to drag it against your already damp panties; shorts discarded halfway down your thighs.
Adjusting the angle of the toy until your hips jerked up on their own accord—until the pressure was perfect, relentless, too much and not enough all at once.
The sound that escaped you was embarrassingly loud—half-moan, half-sigh—but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when you were home alone, not when the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter and–
You bit your lip, hard, but it did nothing to stifle the next noise, high and breathless as your hips stuttered against the mattress.
God, you were close—so close you could already feel the tension building, tightening like a spring in the pit of your stomach—but you didn’t want it to end just yet.
Your fingers fumbled for the dial, twisting it down—just enough to take the edge off, to draw it out—and you groaned at the loss.
Your free hand drifted up, fingers skimming over your stomach, sliding beneath the hem of your shirt—your touch hesitant, almost unfamiliar–God, it really had been far too long.
Your breath hitched when your fingertips brushed over your nipples—already peaked beneath the fabric—and you rolled one between your fingers, testing the pressure.
Fuck.
Fuck, you were—
“Henderson?”
Steve knocked twice before trying the handle.
Nothing.
He frowned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The lights were on. Dustin knew they had plans tonight. Dustin had already forgotten they had plans last week, leaving Steve sitting outside the arcade for nearly forty minutes before he realised the little asshole had completely forgotten–he better not have stood him up, again.
"Dustin?" he called through the door.
Silence. With an exasperated sigh, he pushed the door open. It moved without any fight. "Mrs. Henderson?"
Still nothing.
The house wasn't empty. It couldn't be. Door unlocked. The television was playing somewhere upstairs, faint enough to be distant but loud enough to carry down the hallway.
Knowing exactly how much your mom hated shoes in the house, Steve carefully shut the door behind him before toeing off his sneakers beside the mat.
"Dustin?" he called again as he wandered further inside, reaching the kitchen—which quite frankly looked like a war zone.
Flour dusted the countertops. Mixing bowls sat abandoned beside the sink. A cooling rack crowded with freshly baked cookies occupied most of the available space, and an almost-empty bottle of wine stood proudly amongst the chaos.
Immediately, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
You.
This had you written all over it.
He could practically picture you here. Music blaring. Dancing around the kitchen. Leaving a trail of destruction in your wake while baking something sweet. Without thinking, he reached over and stole a cookie. For investigative purposes. Of course.
"Henderson?" he called again, louder this time.
The smile slowly faded.
Normally he'd have gotten some sarcastic response from upstairs by now. A yell telling him to help himself. A complaint about Dustin. Something.
Instead, the house remained strangely silent.
Then he heard it.
The sound was faint. Barely audible over the television upstairs. Soft. Unfamiliar. His brows immediately pulled together. "Henderson?"
Still no response, but then it happened again. His stomach dropped–you sounded distressed or hurt. And then suddenly every possible worst-case scenario flashed through his mind.
Had you fallen? Burned yourself? Passed out? Those were some of the tamer possibilities.
Steve's mind had spent entirely too much time fighting monsters and interdimensional horrors to jump to reasonable conclusions anymore. "Henderson!"
The next time it happened he was moving–fast–crossing the living room and heading for the stairs.The television continued playing somewhere above him. Another similar sound drifted down.
Softer this time. Weaker. Definitely coming from your room. Concern tightened violently in his chest.
Steve Harrington had never been particularly good at ignoring people he cared about when they might need help. And he was even worse at ignoring you.
By the time he reached the top of the stairs, his heart was hammering against his ribs. The hallway stretched out before him, your bedroom door sitting slightly ajar at the end.
You'd never been particularly good at shutting doors. Still, Steve slowed as he approached, his stomach twisting tighter with every step.
"Henderson?" he called again, voice softer now.
Nothing.
Then another sound came from inside the room, and Steve's concern sharpened instantly because that had definitely not sounded right.
Without thinking, he pushed the door open and nearly passed out at the sight in front of him.
“Henderson?”
The word left his mouth before he could stop. He stood frozen in your doorway like he’d just walked into yet another alternate dimension. Because this—this—was not happening. Couldn’t be happening. Not with you. Not with him. Not you with your back arched off the bed, pajama shorts rucked down around your thighs, one hand shoved beneath your shirt and the other disappearing past the waistband of your—Jesus Christ—underwear.
His brain short-circuited.
So did yours. Evidently. As your hands stayed in the same place for another half a second.
Steve's knuckles went white around the doorframe. His pupils dilated—dark and drowning—before snapping up to your face. Trying and failing to look like he hadn't seen anything.
Your body locked up, legs snapping shut with a mortified squeak, yanking your hand out from under your waistband so fast you nearly elbowed yourself in the ribs. Pulling your shorts up to recover some form of modesty. The vibrator clattering to the floor—still buzzing—but neither of you moved to grab it.
A sharp inhale. Then—silence. Well silence bar the buzzing. The kind that makes your ears ring. The kind that makes you wish a Demogorgon would burst through the ceiling and swallow you whole.
The wine haze evaporated in an instant, replaced by the kind of embarrassment that makes your skin feel two sizes too small.
Steve cleared his throat. Twice. "So." His voice cracked. "Uh." His gaze skittered away—past your shoulder, over your bed-frame, to the wall—anywhere but down. "Cookies were good."
You wanted to disappear, to fall through the floor all the way to the upside down to–your eyes involuntarily moved down.
Oh. God.
Did your mind make this up? Did your fantasies catch up to you?
But the grey sweatpants. The thick outline pressing against the fabric. The way his fingers twitched slightly—subtle, reflexive.
You needed him to leave. Now. Not so you could finish—Christ, no—but so you could plan your escape from Hawkins immediately. No way were you ever facing anyone again—let alone him. You were going to live the rest of your days at a convent somewhere far, far away until the sheer level of embarrassment overwhelms you and you die.
But your traitorous body didn’t get the memo.
Heat pooled low in your belly, your thighs pressing together instinctively—like you could trap the ache between them and suffocate it. Spoiler: it didn’t help. Not in the slightest.
Not when Steve’s nostrils flared slightly, his grip tightening on the doorframe like he was physically restraining himself from—from what? Entering? Leaving? Dropping to his knees and finishing what you’d started?
No. Your brain screeched. No no no. This is reality. Earth-shattering. Life-ending reality.
Then—movement. Steve exhaled sharply through his nose before stepping forward—not out—into the room, the door clicking shut behind him with finality.
He took another step, then another until his knees bumped against the edge of your mattress, his chest rising and falling unevenly.
“So,” he said again, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it and his fingers brushed against the hem of your shirt, tentative, questioning—shaking.
Your pulse hammered against your ribs as his thumb traced the dip of your hipbone through the fabric. Testing the waters. Giving you time to push him away—to laugh it off—to pretend this wasn’t happening—but your body betrayed you (or, more accurately, did you a favour) by arching into his touch instead.
Hey, maybe you could pretend this was just another fantasy. That the wine had gone to your head. But you knew the wine had left your system the second you heard your name in that breathless, low voice of his.
“Fuck,” Steve breathed before his hand slid down then slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. Warm. Calloused. Familiar in a way that shouldn’t have been possible—not when he’d never touched you like this before. Or really at all.
The TV flickered—Westley’s face melting into static—casting shadows across Steve’s expression. His lips parted slightly as his fingers brushed over your stomach, tracing a line upwards. “Is this okay?” he murmured, and you nodded (a little too quickly).
Steve chuckled lowly, completely not believing that this was really happening and in the glow of the television, you could truly see how red his cheeks were. His hair—always perfect, always soft—was mussed from nervous fingers running through it.
You wondered if he could hear your heartbeat—if he knew how loud it was—how fast—how yours matched the frantic rhythm of his own pulse beneath your fingertips when you finally reached for him.
His breath hitched when your hand curled into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer until his knee pressed between your thighs and the heat of him seared through the barrier of your shorts.
You weren’t sure who moved first—maybe it was him, maybe it was you–it probably was—but suddenly his lips were on yours, hungry and insistent, swallowing every gasp, every moan, every desperate noise you didn’t have the sense to be embarrassed about anymore. He’d seen worse just moments ago.
His knee pressed harder between your thighs—an accident, perhaps, but one that made your hips jerk forward, chasing the friction, chasing the relief you’d had to put on pause.
Steve groaned against your mouth, his fingers tightening on your waist as your hips rolled against him—slow at first, then faster—each grind drawing another ragged sound from him, another whimper from you.
"Jesus—" His breath hitched when you arched up again—his praise coming out in rough whispers between kisses—"fuck, Henderson, knew you’d be like this” His fingers tangled in your hair, gentle but firm, tugging just enough to make your breath catch. "Knew you’d be a good girl—god, knew you'd be perfect—"
The words sent a shiver down your spine—how long had he thought about this? How long had he imagined you like this?—but the thought shattered when his thumb brushed over your nipple, sending sparks skittering across your skin.
You gasped and Steve grinned against your lips, chasing the sound with his tongue before pulling back just enough to murmur, "Yeah? That good?" His knee pressed harder between your thighs—without a doubt not an accident—and your fingers curled into his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. "C'mon, baby—let go for me."
And you do. So hard and so sudden you didn’t even realise you were that close.
He gently eases his knee back, but his mouth doesn’t leave yours. His thumb traces idle circles against your hipbone as you come down, as your breathing slows. “Sound better than I ever imagined,” he murmurs, voice rough with something like wonder, like he can’t quite believe you’re really here with him, like this—after so many years being so close yet so far.
He’s not the only one.
You blink up at him—dazed, boneless—and Steve’s grin turns crooked, smug in a way that should be infuriating but just makes your stomach flutter instead. His free hand drifts up, brushing a loose strand of hair from your forehead, “You good?”
You nod and his thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone before he leans in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then your nose. Then your forehead.
Then he pulls back, just enough to meet your eyes, and you both smile. Then laugh. Quiet at first, huffed against each other’s lips, before it bubbles up properly—giddy and disbelieving—until you’re both breathless again for entirely different reasons.
Your fingers tighten in his shirt, wrinkling the fabric further as he shifts slightly but his grin falters when his gaze drifts lower. A slow blink. Then—"Oh." His throat works. "That’s—uh." His fingers twitch against your hip. "Still going."
Your brain catches up a beat too late—the buzzing still faint but unmistakable—and your mortified squeak cuts off abruptly when Steve abruptly slides off the bed. Not to leave, but to scoop the vibrator off the floor with a curious tilt of his head. Like he’s inspecting some alien artefact.
“Huh," he murmurs, thumb brushing over the controls before glancing back at you—your breathing still too fast, your thighs still trembling—and his grin turns certifiably wicked. "Ever used the highest setting?”
Your breath hitches—sharp and punched-out—before you’re lunging for it, but Steve twists away effortlessly, holding it just out of reach.
"Steve—" His name comes out embarrassingly close to a whine, but he just laughs, warm and breathless, before leaning back in. His lips brushing your ear as his free hand skims up your thigh.
"C’mon, Henderson," he murmurs, voice rough with amusement and something darker. "Thought you liked a challenge?"
The man knew you far too well.
You pout because yes, you enjoyed that, but you wanted more. Quite honestly you wanted him. You’d waited long enough.
Your fingers curl into his shirt once again, tugging him closer; peering up at him with eyes so readable Steve hesitates before his grip tightens on your hip, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin. "Hey," he says softly, suddenly serious in a way that makes your stomach flip.
"I wanna do this right," he murmurs, and your brows pinch together—confused, impatient—until he continues, voice rough with sincerity. "The first time—our first time—I want it to be right. For you. For us.”
He paused, before seeming to get lost in his own thoughts as he rambled, “I want us to go out on a real date first. Dinner-or-or a picnic. Whatever you want–I mean not whatever whatever. Golden dragon with the killer egg rolls and the duck you love. Then we’d go to the drive-in and see The Princess Bride” - you blush even deeper, eyes briefly flickering behind him,“or Sixteen Candles or honestly whatever cheesy rom-com is on because I know those are your favourites even though you never admit it.”
And he's still going.
"And if it rained, we'd just stay in the car. Bring blankets. Hot chocolate. Maybe sneak in extra snacks because the food at the drive-in sucks. Then I’d drive you home and–"
You wanted him to keep going–forever preferably–but "Steve." You needed him to take a breath.
He blinks, face screaming that he’d said way more than he ever intended. "...What?"
“You thought about this?” You can’t hide the shock and quite frankly awe in your voice as you stare up at him all starry eyed.
"I have." His eyes stay locked on yours, impossibly open, impossibly honest. He pauses. Takes a deep, deep breath before adding, "...A lot."
You can't help the smile that spreads across your face. He’d thought about this. Not, just a brief oh that would be nice–no, he’d planned it. Curated it for you. Remembered your favourite food, your favourite movies.
Steve takes your silence as something else entirely–you can practically see his mind going a hundred miles-per-hour—so, slowly, you reach up and tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Then you let your fingers drift through his hair.
You swear your heart does a complete somersault at the look in his eyes–softer than you've ever seen them–and the way he unconsciously leans into your touch. You’d thought about doing this—brushing your fingers through his hair, being this close, kissing him—for years. And now here you are.
You really needed to pinch yourself subtly because there was absolutely no way this was real.
You think if this was all you could ever have of Steve–a quick fuck because he’d caught you touching yourself–you honestly don’t know if that would be better or worse than having never had him at all.
Better because at least you knew, in some capacity, he felt something for you too; even if that was just base-level attraction.
Worse because you knew what it was like to have him so close. You knew how he kissed. You knew the exact shade of brown his eyes turned when he looked at you from this close.
Before you could pretend. Now you knew. And you knew you’d never be able to forget a moment of it.
But here he was. Telling you outright that he didn't want this to be all you had. And not just that—he wanted more. Had planned for more. Planned for all of it.
And somehow, impossibly, he wanted it all with you.
So, could you wait?
Yes. Yes you could.
Especially if you got a free chinese.
"I'd like that," you murmur. The words barely audible–inaudible if his face wasn't inches from yours.
His eyes widened, looking genuinely shocked, as if the last few minutes had been wiped from memory. Or maybe as though he'd never expected you to want this.
To want more.
“Yeah?” The single word is so hopeful, so achingly sincere, that it makes something in your chest squeeze painfully tight.
“Yeah.”
The smile that breaks across Steve's face is immediate–the kind that made his nose scrunch slightly at the bridge. For a moment, you just stayed like that. Smiling at each other like the lovesick idiots you were, caught somewhere between disbelief and happiness.
Then the faint buzzing seeps back into it.
Your eyes flicked to it simultaneously, the object still clutched in his hand, then back to each other and then you were laughing, breathless and giddy, foreheads bumping as he exhaled sharply through his nose.
His thumb hovered over the power button of the vibrator, his breath still uneven from laughter. "We can stop—" he started, already moving to switch it off, but your hand shot out, fingers wrapping around his wrist with a boldness that surprised even you.
"Or we could..." Your grip tightened slightly, guiding his hand back toward you. "...not?"
Steve’s throat worked visibly. Frozen in place once again, his eyes locked on yours as your legs parted slightly.
Then he moved. Fast and clumsy and perfect all at once. His free hand cradled the back of your neck as he kissed you again, deeper this time, all heat and barely restrained want. You could feel the shape of his grin against your lips when you arched into him, your thighs bracketing his hips as he leaned over you.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts with a reverence that made your breath catch—not tugging, not demanding, just resting there, warm against your skin, waiting. Your hips lifted instinctively and Steve exhaled sharply through his nose before dragging the fabric down inch by torturous inch, his knuckles brushing the inside of your thighs as he went. The air was cool against your newly exposed skin, but the heat of his gaze more than made up for it.
The vibrator buzzed faintly between his fingers as he pressed it against the damp cotton of your underwear, the sensation muffled but still electric.
You gasped into his mouth, your fingers twisting into his hair—soft, always so damn soft—as he kissed you with a focus that bordered on worship. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then lower—to the pulse point beneath your ear, to the hollow of your throat—each touch igniting a fresh wave of heat under your skin.
Your hands roamed over him greedily, mapping the familiar slopes of his shoulders through his t-shirt before slipping beneath the fabric. His skin was warm, taut with muscle that flexed under your touch as he adjusted the angle of the toy, pressing harder just to hear you whimper.
"Christ, Henderson," he muttered against your collarbone, his free hand skimming up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. "You’re su—" The rest dissolved into a groan when your nails scraped lightly down his back, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, the rough drag of his sweatpants against your inner thighs sending sparks up your spine. “–fuck–good girl.” He scraped out.
The tension coiled tight in your stomach snapped all at once. A sudden, shuddering release that left you gasping against Steve’s shoulder, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Your second orgasm hits you even harder than your first.
Distantly, you registered the choked noise he made against your neck, the way his hips stuttered against yours, the tremble in his thighs where they pressed against the mattress. But the haze was too thick, your own satisfaction too consuming, to parse what it meant well until your hand drifted lower.
You hummed dazed, still riding the aftershocks and reached for him, fingers brushing the waistband of his sweatpants with clumsy intent. But before you could slip beneath the fabric, Steve’s hand covered yours, peeling it away gently.
You blinked up at him, confused, until you caught the flush creeping down his neck—the way his chest rose and fell just a little too fast. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but all that came out was a shaky exhale. Then you looked down.
Oh.
The realisation hit you like a bucket of cold water. The strained fabric. The damp spot. The way his thighs tensed when he shifted slightly.
Steve let out a breathless chuckle, his grip on your hip tightening reflexively as you couldn't stop the little breathless giggle you let out.
His cheeks burned brighter at the sound, one hand coming up to scrub awkwardly at his face as he exhaled sharply through his nose. "Christ," he muttered, voice rough with embarrassment and lingering arousal. "That's—uh—never happened before."
The admission made your stomach swoop—equal parts giddy pride and aching tenderness—and you reached for him instinctively, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt. Steve's breath hitched when your knuckles brushed his stomach, his muscles tensing beneath your touch. And you really couldn't help yourself when you said:
“Better last longer next time Harrington, or I might regret saying yes.”
Steve groaned but caught your wrist gently, pressing your palm flat over his thundering heartbeat. "Shut up," he muttered, but there was no bite to it, just a breathless warmth you wanted to hear everyday for the rest of your life.
His thumb stroked over your pulse point absently before he exhaled and rolled onto his back beside you, staring up at your ceiling. The silence stretched, comfortable yet still charged, until he turned his head slightly, cheek pressed against your pillow. "So. Drive-in next Friday?"
The casualness of it—the normalcy—startled a laugh out of you. As if you hadn’t just—as if he hadn’t—
The laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep in your chest—hysterical and breathless—and you nodded, pressing your cheek into your pillow as you turned to face him.
“Yeah,” you managed between giggles, the word dissolving into another helpless laugh when Steve grinned and kissed you again, his nose bumping yours awkwardly in his haste. It was messy and off-center and somehow still so goddamn perfect—his lips still curved with laughter as they moved against yours, the taste of shared amusement sweeter than any wine.
Jesus you were down bad. But luckily for you, so was he.
Dividers by @designlikenonsense (aka me hehe… had to do some shameless self promo)
P.S. Did not expect the reaction to the teaser... hope whoever interacted with that is not disappointed...
P.P.S. Playing around with paragraph lengths! I always write longer paragraphs, but thought that made it harder to read on here so I've been chopping them up but... I've seen discourse to the opposite so im trialling (what I call) 'mid-length paragraphs'
i want you more than any stupid song could ever say
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (3.2k words)
summary: steve wants to tell you how he feels, but he can’t find the right words. robin gives him the idea to dedicate a song to you on the wsqk radio station, but not a single stupid song can explain just how he feels about you.
tags/warnings: fluffff!!!! yearning loverboy stevie my fav ahhh. just cute stuff and love confessions and kissing and fluff and happy endings yay!!! set june 1987. eddie's still alive cause idgaf!!! alcohol and drug usage (weed), mild suggestive themes. i love the new olivia album sm!!!
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steve harrington hasn’t been the luckiest with love, that much is certain to anyone who has as much as glanced his way in the last four years, but, god, he’s in love with you.
he can’t quite place the exact moment he started feeling this way, all he knows is that one day he glanced over your way, met your eyes, and it felt like his entire stomach twisted inside out and his body turned to goo.
he doesn’t have a clue how it started, maybe it was the way you always seem to laugh at his jokes, or the way you huff with an eyeroll whenever murray said something a little too distasteful. it could’ve been the fact that you come into the squawk every morning with coffee for him and robin from the cafe you work at, always just the way he likes it, and you hand it off to him with a small smile every time.
it could’ve been how funny you are, or how smart, or kind, or pretty, but steve thinks it must’ve been a mix of all of those things, because he loves everything about you. it’s been almost six months of feeling this way.
and, yeah, he’s definitely in love with you.
robin groans loudly as steve watches you leave the squawk one friday morning after bringing them coffee, as per usual, giving him a glance over your shoulder and a little wave as you walked out the door.
steve raised his hand to wave back, a dumb smile making it’s way onto his face easily before you slip from view, and he sighs.
robin shakes her head disapprovingly, murmuring under her breath, and steve looks away from the glass front doors and over at her.
“what was that, buckley?” he questions, not aggressively, but as if he’s challenging her to repeat whatever snide remark she had muttered to herself.
“all i said was, ‘god, you are pathetic, harrington.” robin repeats and steve shoots her a glare from his place by the soundboard, surrounded by tapes of different comedic sound effects.
there’s a record spinning by robin’s side, playing a song steve never would’ve picked but robin had insisted was ‘better than anything he listens to’. robin spins around on her chair to face him properly, shooting him a look from across the room.
“i mean, how long has it been steve, really? six months?” she asks and he sighs, reaching for his coffee and raising the paper cup to his lips.
“eight.” he corrects quietly before taking a sip and robin’s eyebrows shoot up.
“eight months. so you’ve been in love with her for half of this quarantine we’ve been stuck in, and the most you’ve done is smile at her a little differently?” robin shakes her head and steve scrunches his nose.
“who made you the love expert, huh? what happened to me being the one giving you advice?” he asks and she snorts.
“uh, how about the fact that i’m the one with a girlfriend here, meanwhile you’ve been pining for the better half of a year and have gotten nowhere.” robin spins around to face her microphone and adjusts a dial in front of her. “anyway, i think she’s going to eddie’s party tonight.”
“who, vickie?” steve asks and robin rolls her eyes so hard it looks like they might fall out of her head. and when robin says your name as if it was obvious, steve’s tummy fills with warmth and a smile appears on his face.
he wishes you could feel how he feels when somebody says your name. it’s almost like he’s going to be sick, but in a good way.
“really?”
“yes, dingus. maybe tonight’s your chance to work up the courage and finally say something.” robin says. “you know, confess? or, at least, ask her out.”
steve bites the inside of his lip and thinks for a moment, then groans because of course robin’s right, but he has no idea what he’d even say. he can hardly talk to you past a basic greeting or some small talk.
but then again, a party hosted by eddie means alcohol, and pot. maybe something there can help steve find the right words. no, that’s stupid.
he sighs and drops down onto his chair. “robin, i can’t do this. what if i say something and she’s just totally weirded out? i can’t risk that, it’ll kill me. like, actually, kill me.”
robin stares at him mid motion as she places a new record on one of the players, then sighs again.
“robin!” he exclaims but she quickly shushes him, holding a finger to her lips as the previous song dies down and she pulls her microphone down towards her mouth.
“goooood morning hawkins! glad you could join us on this beautiful friday morning.” robin shoots steve a glance over her shoulder and a mischievous smile slips onto her lips. “this next one goes out to my partner in crime, soundboard stevie, who’s been feeling a little lovesick as of late. who’s the lucky girl to have won steve ‘the hair’ harrington’s heart? well, we’ll have to wait and see if he has the guts to say anything to her…”
“robin!” steve hisses across the room, not caring that they’re on air, and she just giggles in response.
“take it away, olivia…” robin says and the opening to ‘hopelessly devoted to you’ by olivia newton-john fills the small sound booth. steve shakes his head and robin just grins over at him. “what?”
“what if she was listening to that, robin?” steve huffs, crossing his arms over his chest a little dramatically, similar to the way tantruming toddler would. “then what?”
“then i could be doing you a favor!” she points out but steve runs his hands through his styled hair, tugging lightly as he exhales.
“i feel like i’m going insane.” he tells her and she shrugs.
“save it for tonight.”
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the air at eddie’s place is thick, a mix of smoke and heat from the large number of bodies filling the small house, and steve is perched on the couch between eddie and jonathan as they smoke, his eyes scanning the party, searching every face for yours. his nails dig into the denim of his jeans, and his friends seem to notice.
“what’s wrong with you, harrington?” eddie asks, holding out his blunt like an offering but steve shakes his head.
he opens his mouth to answer, but robin cuts in as she walks over with two cups and you right by her side.
steve’s mouth goes dry as he looks up at you, his eyes lingering on the cut of your shirt for maybe a moment too long before they reach your face. you’re smiling down at him.
“hi, steve.” you greet brightly and steve finds himself rubbing his palms against his thighs, like he’s wiping away imaginary sweat. he practically jumps to his feet and gives his best attempt at a charming smile. his friends all share glances behind his back.
“uh, hey,” when your name leaves his mouth, steve hears a quiet ‘oh,’ come from jonathan behind him and he’s immediately reminded that the two of you aren’t the only people in the room and, in fact, you’re standing in the middle of a party quite literally surrounded by your friends. steve awkwardly gestures toward the spot he had just been sitting in. “uh, here.”
“oh.” you stare at him for a moment and steve’s eyes flick over to robin’s in a brief moment of panic before you smile. “thanks, steve.”
“uh, yeah, sure. no problem.” he thinks he’s playing it cool, but everyone can see the way he shifts nervously on his feet.
“well, i’m getting another drink.” nancy says, standing up from her place on jonathan’s other side and pulling her boyfriend up with her. “anyone else want anything?”
“i just got a drink.” robin raises her cup. “but i’m gonna go find vickie, anyway.”
“i’ll come.” eddie jumps to his feet, winking at steve as he does so, and steve shoots robin a glare. she holds her hands up in surrender, mouthing that she didn’t say anything.
“can you guys get me a drink?” steve asks before taking jonathan’s seat on the couch and sitting down beside you. someone nods and soon the others all disappear, leaving the two of you sitting there alone.
to steve, the moment feels so right, the two of you sitting side-by-side, close enough that your legs are touching, but he also feels so wrong. his heart won’t stop beating, his stomach flips with each brush of your hand and when you look his way he forgets his train of thought.
he feels insane, worse than he had this morning, because now you’re next to him. now he’s not imagining what you’ll say if you speak to him, because right now you’re telling him about your day at work and your voice is like music to his ears.
the two of you sit there and talk for what feels like hours but was likely just 15 minutes before steve stands up.
“i’ll be back in a second.” he tells you before hurrying off, heading towards the kitchen first. he weaves his way through the sea of people filling the room, searching the house until he finds robin. she’s holed up in a corner, giggling with vickie, but still looks up when steve stops before them.
“what’s up?” she asks and he takes a deep breath, close to hyperventilating as he stares at her. he looks over his shoulder and back to where you’re sitting on the couch, giggling at something eddie’s saying as he holds two cups in his hands, one of those likely steve’s drink.
he faces robin and takes a deep breath. “how do i tell her?”
–
he’s given himself until monday morning. he’s got until monday morning to come up with a plan, because he’s going to tell you he loves you then.
the idea robin gave him is as follows, pick a song that explains how he feels about you, dedicate it to you on the squawk on monday morning, then when you come by with coffees he can actually talk to you and ask you out.
go big or go home, right?
the only issue is that steve has no idea what song to pick. it has to be perfect, it has to encapsulate exactly how strongly he feels for you, how you make him feel.
he wants you so badly that it feels like he can’t breathe when he’s away from you. his body feels like it’s been lit ablaze whenever you touch him, and he’s melting the moment your eyes meet his. you’re everywhere, even in his dreams.
he’s in love with you, he knows it. but is there even a song that can describe the way he feels about you?
steve’s been thinking, trying to come up with song ideas, while he’s been tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep because he can’t stop thinking about you.
he spends his entire weekend writing lists of song ideas, scanning the shelves of vinyls at the wsqk radio station for ideas, but none of them are right. none of them are perfect.
robin tells him he’s gonna regret it if he doesn’t have a song soon, the longer he waits to confess the less chance he’ll have. but how is he supposed to do this when every song he listens to doesn’t even begin to describe his feelings?
by the time monday morning comes around steve wakes up in a sweat, and not just from the summer heat.
he had a dream about you and now his boxers feel too tight. he slides a hand down, brushing against the scars healed over on his tumny, before squeezing his clothed bulge for some kind of relief.
but then he realizes. he still doesn’t have a song.
he makes it to the squawk tired, a little horny, and pissed off. and when he pushes open the glass front doors open and is immediately met with robin’s wide smile.
“so…” she starts as he drops his backpack by his chair in the booth. “today’s the day, loverboy. you got a song?”
he just groans in response, dropping down in his chair before immediately standing back up and walking out of the booth, over to the shelves of records.
“i’m taking that as a ‘no’?” robin says.
“how the hell am i supposed to do this?” he asks and robin stares at him in confusion.
“what do you mean? just pick a love song and—”
“but it can’t just be any love song, robin, it has to be perfect!” he exclaims frustratedly, hands finding their way to his hair immediately. “i feel like i’m going insane here, because the song has to be perfect, it has to tell her exactly how i feel and how in love with her i am but that seems impossible because i want her more than any stupid song could ever say and i have no idea how to explain that!”
“oh.”
the sound of a voice behind him makes steve freeze, then slowly turn around. you’re standing inside the squawk building, holding two coffees in your hands, and staring at him with wide eyes, like you just witnessed something you shouldn’t have.
“uh, hey.” steve slips a hand into his pocket in an attempt to seem casual. “i, uh, didn’t realize you were… you’re– you’re early.”
“yeah.” you say, and your eyes shift over to robin. “uh, robin asked me if i could come by a little earlier today…”
steve shoots her a glare over his shoulder and she just shrugs, walking towards you and asking which coffee is hers. then she takes it, thanks you, and leaves the room saying, “i’ll leave you two alone.”
the silence is awkward immediately. steve’s panicking internally, and you’re just watching him.
“so, uh, how much of that did you hear?” he asks and you chuckle.
“well, all of it.” you reply. “i was kinda pulling into the driveway when you got here. i think you might’ve been just a little distracted.”
“right.” steve nods and you do the same, a little awkwardly, before you step forward and hold out his drink. “yeah, thanks.”
he takes the coffee and stares down at it. he has to say something now. he has to.
“lucky girl.” you speak first and he looks back up at you.
“hm?” he looks puzzled.
“the girl you were talking about.” you clarify. “the one you said you were in love with. you know? ‘i want her more than any stupid song could say’? she sounds lucky. you’re a good guy, steve.”
you give him a small smile, different to the one you usually give him, this one’s sadder, and it takes steve a moment to process exactly why as you turn back towards the front doors.
“she’s you!” he blurts out and you spin around.
“what?” you stare at him, you blink once, and steve feels sick.
“you’re the… the ‘lucky girl’ you were talking about.” steve swallows before setting his coffee cup down and walking over to you. “i’m in love with you. i love everything about you, and i’ve just been scared to tell you for months because i don’t want to ruin anything between us. i was gonna do this thing, robin said to, you know, dedicate a song to you on the radio but…”
you haven’t said a word the entire time he’s been talking, but you also aren’t running and screaming, so that’s a good sign.
“not a single stupid song can even scratch the surface of how i feel about you.” he says, and then he waits. he watches you carefully, and you don’t give him a reaction.
then a smile cracks through your features and relief floods steve’s body.
“well, that’s very lucky for me.” you chuckle breathily. “you know, considering the fact i’m in love with you, too.”
“really?” he asks and you nod rather enthusiastically.
“you kinda make it hard not to.” you confess and he just grins. “i mean, you’re funny, brave, kind, i mean, you’ve definitely grown up a lot since high school and, well, you’re hot.”
he laughs, dragging a hand through his messy brown hair before looking back down at you, your eyes meeting. “so are you.”
a soft chuckle escapes your lips and a moment later you’re both just standing there and staring at each other, now closer than before. steve reaches out to carefully grab your waist.
“can i kiss you?”
“yes.” you say as if it’s obvious and steve’s mouth connects with yours within seconds, probably setting some kind of record with that speed. your hands slide up his body immediately, one gripping his shoulder while the other slides around his neck.
steve pours his entire heart into it, melting into you, moulding into something that’s yours and only yours. he’s not thinking of anything else, just the warmth of your body against his hands and the feeling of your lips on his.
he lifts one hand from your waist to cup your cheek instead, pulling back slightly just to kiss you again, aiming a little higher so he can take your entire upper lip into his mouth.
it’s uncertain exactly how long the two of you just stand there kissing, but the sound of a hand slamming against glass is enough to break you up.
steve looks over to see robin in the soundbooth, tapping her wrist to mimic a watch while saying something neither of you could hear through the walls. looking down at his watch, steve realizes he’s got about five minutes until they’re supposed to be on air.
“shit, i gotta go.” he groans and lowers his wrist. your arms are still linked around his neck. “can i take you out on a date tonight?”
“mm, no.” you say and he frowns. “i think we should skip that step and you should ask me to be your girlfriend.”
the frown disappears just as quickly as it had appeared and steve chuckles. “will you be my girlfriend?”
“yes, of course.” you reply, clearly trying your hardest to hold back a smile and stay composed. steve doesn’t hide his own smile.
“great.” he leans forward and kisses you once more before stepping back, closer to the door to the soundbooth. “i’m gonna pick you up from work later, alright?”
“yeah, alright.” you smile and he nods, opening the door. “steve.”
he turns back quickly. “yeah?”
“your coffee.” you gesture to the cup he had set down a moment earlier and he hurried over to grab it.
“thanks, honey. i’ll see you later, yeah?” he calls out as you head for the door. “i love you!”
“i love you, too!”
steve closes the soundbooth door and takes his place in his chair before he looks over at robin, who’s staring at him with an ‘i told you so’ expression. he gives her a shrug and she rolls her eyes before they’re on air.
“good morning, hawkins! this is wsqk 94.5 fm, ‘the squawk’ and i am your dj, rockin’ robin, and ladies and gentlemen, love is in the air this morning because our very own soundboard stevie has made a move! that’s right, folks, steve’s got a girlfriend. so, to celebrate the very new relationship we’re starting this morning off with a little love song…”
steve queues up a sound effect, but even robin’s teasing and antics can’t wipe the smile from his face.
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a/n: just a little oneshot before i start posting my new series ahh!!! hope u guys like this one i think it's cute. everyone should go listen to 'you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love' by olivia rodrigo right now!!!
pairing: steve harrington x fem reader
summary: after a long dry spell, you really needed to get off. after a failed date, your co-worker and crush, Steve Harrington, is at the other end of the phone to lend you a helping hand.
wc: 7k
warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), phone sex, mutual masturbation (f & m), dirty talk, praise, overstimulation
August, 1987
“Sorry, Steve. I’m confused, I don’t think I really understand what you’re actually saying right now.” You spoke through a short laugh as you sat perched up on the counter in Family Video, your legs dangling below you as you looked over at your co-worker, Steve Harrington, who was standing opposite you with his arms crossed over his striped polo shirt and obnoxiously green vest.
“What is there to not understand about what I’m saying?” He questioned through a laugh, his eyebrows furrowing gently at you as his body shuffled against the other side of the counter.
You took a sip from your straw, slurping down a few sips from your can of Coke before settling it on your knee. “You’re saying you went out with Krista last night, she was funny, smart, cute and a good kisser – but you’re not calling her again?”
Steve’s eyes looked you over once more, his arms across his chest tightening slightly causing the muscles hiding underneath his t-shirt to stretch beneath them even more before he spoke again. “She’s nice but just – not what I’m looking for right now.”
As you went to respond, the bell from above the door pierced through the quiet of the store. You were quick to jump down from the counter, putting on your best customer service voice that Steve definitely teased you for, and snap back into character. You missed the way Steve’s eyes did one over on you when you turned around, how his eyes caught on the round of your ass when you bent forward slightly to help the customer.
Steve wasn’t someone who you really knew in high school. You knew of him, of course, but your social circles never really mixed, which you were totally fine with. Whilst he was happy being King Steve and dating Nancy Wheeler, you were happy on the other side of the kingdom with your few friends and your nose deep in a book.
Robin Buckley, however, had been your best friend since before preschool. Your mothers had been best friends, so naturally the two of you were quick to follow. Steve wasn’t really a character in your life until Robin started working at Scoops Ahoy with him at the mall, and while you never admitted it to her, you always kind of had a crush on him.
How could you not when he’d wear those awfully short, awfully unforgiving shorts in gym class? Or when you’d go to visit Robin at work and he’d be in that stupidly cute sailors uniform, and his lips would look so stupidly glossy and soft. You asked Robin once if he’d been using her chapstick to which she quickly denied, but you always wondered.
Naturally, after the Starcourt Mall fire you recommended Robin for the job at Family Video, where you’d already been working for almost a year, she was quick to bring Steve in tow behind her and your performance at work was quick to begin slipping.
You went from being Keith’s star employee to messing up orders and forgetting to wind tapes because you couldn’t stop staring at stupid Steve Harrington and his stupidly perfect hair. The way the God awful green vest fit him didn’t help much either, especially when he’d pull the collar of his shirt out over it and you could get a look at all his beautiful freckles that kissed his skin if you angled yourself correctly.
Working within a close proximity to Steve was hard at first, but eventually he actually became a friend of yours, which left you feeling incredibly guilty whenever you’d stare at his ass in those perfectly tight jeans for too long, or when you’d purposely ask for help with something in the storage room just so you could watch him stretch up and flex his gorgeously toned arms.
When you decided that Steve was and would always be just a friend, you needed to kick yourself into gear. So, to distract yourself you started going on dates. A lot of them.
You weren’t really one to date around in high school, you had one boyfriend in your senior year but that only lasted about a week or two into him being at college. Now, you were seeing someone new every week, which mostly just ended in making out in his car or hugging him goodbye at the restaurant, anything to get your mind off of Steve.
The two of you were always very open about your conquests, he’d easily get the number of some beautiful girl who came in looking for a movie, and leave with plans for later that night. And the next morning, he’d always come in and tell you every sordid detail of the night before. You didn’t mind, actually, as it gave you fuel to add to the fire when you’d get home that night and inevitably find yourself thinking about Steve before you fell asleep.
You also told Steve every detail of your dates. How he’d not shut up about his ex for the entire dinner, or another fell asleep on you during a movie and drooled all over your shoulder. Although, you weren’t so explicit in telling Steve the dirty details, as most of the time they’d result in you having to fake your orgasm and retreat home with your tail between your legs.
If you sat there and shut your eyes, and really thought about it, you couldn’t remember the last time that you came, whether that was with someone else, or even by yourself. And from no lack of trying, you had been desperately trying.
In the shower, right before you fall asleep, right when you wake up, in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep, even once in the break room after you’d slipped over a pile of DVD’s that Robin had left in the middle of the aisle and Steve was quick to catch you before you face planted. You could feel your skin burn through your clothes where his hands had grabbed you too tightly, but even then, nothing.
So now, you were feeling frustrated and rightfully so. You had a date tomorrow night with Ethan, a guy you met at the bar last weekend when you went out for drinks with Robin. He was tall, handsome and had big hands that you noticed when he’d handed you your glass of wine.
“Are you excited for your date tomorrow?” Steve asked you gently. You were pushing the cart around the store, placing rentals back in their home when Steve had appeared behind you, leaning his hands against the cart in an attempt to look casual.
Your eyes met his as he spoke, but you were quick to look away before you admitted how excited you were to hopefully fucking finish. “Oh yeah, of course,” You cleared your throat before walking backwards down the aisle, the cart and Steve following behind you. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?”
“I’m working the early shift tomorrow, so maybe I’ll give Stacey a call when I’m done.” You glanced over at him and he was flashing you a small smirk that you knew all too well. A small laugh fell past your lips as you threw the tape in your hands across the cart at him as you shook your head.
“You’re such an ass.” You murmured softly, burying your chin in your chest to concentrate on what you were doing so you didn’t have to look at him for any longer.
You’d managed to stifle down your crush on Steve now that you guys were actually friends, but the more sexually frustrated you became, the harder it was to be around him. Especially when he wore that annoyingly stupid smirk and practiced pick up lines on you in preparation for the next girl walking in.
You felt Steve watching you for a moment as you finished the small stack in front of you, catching his eye as you began pulling the cart back to the front of the store. He was quick to follow, bringing his hand to scratch the back of his neck gently as he spoke.
“You sure you’re not nervous about tomorrow?” He asked, taking charge to move to the last pile of rentals and place them on the top of the cart in front of you.
“What? Y–Yeah, why would I be nervous?” You scoffed gently, nodding a small thanks before taking off quickly in the opposite direction to deposit the movies back in place. You heard a small tut from behind you, and when you stopped to continue your work, you felt the warm presence behind you.
Steve was standing close enough that you could almost feel the curve of him against your back, the warmth of his breath against your skin and the smell of his cologne swirling through the air until it filled your nose generously. He leant around you to grab a rental, as if him standing this close to you was normal.
“You’re quieter than normal, by now you’d be asking me what kind of shoes you should wear or something.” He moved from behind you to stand next to you so he could read your face, his eyes taking in each microexpression. Like the way your eyebrows scrunched slightly, the way your lip twitched as if it wanted to bite back and argue his words, but you were stopping him.
Instead, you let out a short breath and shook your head softly. “I’m not nervous, Steve, I’m absolutely fine. I actually already have my outfit and my shoes picked out, so.” You flashed him a small smile, to which he returned you his own.
His hands lifted slightly in defeat, taking a few steps backwards down the aisle to retreat back to behind the counter. “Alright, alright. But if you change your mind, you can just call me.” He tipped his head toward you slightly before disappearing behind the display, and only when he was out of sight could you let out the breath you’d been holding since he appeared.
The rest of the day passed by quickly, Steve didn’t bring up your supposed nerves again, which you were quietly thankful for. The two of you spoke about almost anything else, him gaging your opinion on what you think he should say when he calls Stacey tomorrow night, the two of you arguing about which movie the two of you and Robin would be watching on your next movie night.
Like usual, Steve dropped you home after work, over his dead body would he ever let you walk home on your own. The two of you sat in comfortable silence as the stereo hummed gently between you, until you noticed out of the corner of your eye his shifting in his seat and small glances over at you before you caved in.
“Are you okay?” Your voice spoke, your head leaning against the headrest behind you as the corner of your lips unable to stop the small twitch into a smile as you took in his slightly flustered expression.
“Wh– Me? Yeah, I’m fine,” He looked out of his window briefly before turning his head to look over his arm, his eyes meeting yours. “Are you okay?”
Your eyes trailed over his throat, how it bobbed when he swallowed and how his freckles moved against his skin with each tense of his jaw. You took in the curve of his neck, how the button of his polo shirt had popped open throughout the day and you had a perfect view of the small stretch of hair that appeared above the fabric. Your eyes trailed along his veiny arms until they reached his large hands, his fingers wrapping around the steering wheel. You imagined dragging your tongue up them, taking a digit between your lips before wrapping your hands around his wrist and shoving them down –
“Hello?” He called out, your eyes quickly cutting back to his. Heat flushed your cheeks as your attention drew to the car pulling stop, thanking God that you were pulling up outside your house. You bent down to the foot of the car to grab your bag, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt as you flashed him a smile.
“T–Thanks for the ride, I’ll see you on Sunday for movie night?” Before he had a chance to respond, you were already out of the car and slamming the door shut behind you.
God, you were literally gawking at him. You may as well have been a cartoon looking at a pie through a store window. Your palm hit your forehead gently as you swore at yourself under your breath, until you heard your name being called out from behind you.
You turned over your shoulder to see Steve leaning over the console, motioning for you to come back to the car. You cursed under your breath with every step you took closer. You’d spent so long hiding your stupid crush, you didn’t want to ruin your friendship.
Your hand placed on the hood of the car as you tilted your head down to peek at him through the cracked window, “Yeah?” Your voice came out almost shakily, but your eyes on him were steady as he wore a warm smile across his lips.
“I just wanted to say good luck tomorrow night, on your date,” He said, slowly settling back into the driver's seat. He turned the key and the engine roared awake once again, his eyes meeting yours as he spoke softly. “And if you really want to wow him, wear that white skirt that you wore to the bar on Rob’s birthday. If he sees you in that, he won’t be able to resist.”
You pursed your lips slightly at his words, the heat that had risen to your skin when you thought he’d caught you staring at him now directed straight to your core. You cleared your throat gently, plastering on a smile as you nodded. “White skirt, got it. Thanks, Steve.” Your hand patted the roof gently as you straightened and made your way back up the path toward the front door.
As you reached the steps, you turned over your shoulder to see Steve still sat in his car watching you. You offered him a small wave before digging your key out of the front pocket of your bag, quickly slipping yourself into the solemnity of your house as you let out a long, long exhale.
You had quite the ritual for the hours leading up to your dates. You’d wake up and enjoy a nice cup of coffee on your back porch, letting the bright summer sun wake you up before heading back inside to make some cereal. If you didn’t have work that day, maybe you’d do some reading or go on a walk to take up a chunk of time. After some lunch and more reading, you hopped into the shower, scrubbing every inch of your skin with your favourite vanilla scented body wash.
You did have your outfit already chosen out, but you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what Steve said about your white skirt.
If he sees you in that, he won’t be able to resist.
Thinking back to that night, Steve had been like a parrot on your shoulder, but you just put that to the fruity cocktails you were buying for yourself but Steve would be finishing as he said they were much nicer than his beer.
You pulled on the white skirt, which was probably a bit too short for a first date, but you figured with your dry spell you needed all of the confidence you could get. You paired it with a pale yellow fitted blouse, the fabric cinching at the waist and the short sleeves slightly bubbled.
The clock was ticking under your gaze as you watched it tick minute by minute, until it finally reached eight o’clock. You grabbed your handbag that was sitting on the sofa, the heels on your shoes clicking against your floorboards as you rushed to the window at the front of your house, pushing the curtain back to watch out for Ethan's car.
Tick, tick, tick. You’d moved from your position at the window to slump on the sofa, it was way past eight o’clock now and you were growing tired of waiting. Just as you were about to give up, you heard a car pulling up outside of your house, and a horn honking to go along with it.
You peered out the window again to see Ethan in the same position Steve was in yesterday, rolling the window down and leaning over the centre console to catch your attention with a wave. You glanced over at the clock, reading nine.
In any other circumstance, you would’ve turned off your porch lights for the night and retreated back to your room, let him sit there and think about what he’s done. But on the other hand, you really, really needed to get off. Surely giving you an orgasm at the end of the night after a nice dinner could make up for being an hour late to your date?
As your heels clicked down your path towards his car, you could feel the heat within you rising. Something about the anticipation of knowing you were finally going to be fucked, or maybe it was the high heels carrying you toward the car making you feel hot and bothered. Or maybe, it was the idea that the skirt that you were wearing made you irresistible, to none other than Steve Harrington.
Ethan pushed open the passenger door as you got closer, flashing him a warm smile as you slipped into the seat next to him. “I’m so sorry that I’m late, babe. Work was hell today,” He watched you closely as you settled into the seat, pulling the seatbelt over you as you looked over at him. “But you look hot. That skirt, damn.”
You crossed your leg over the other, brushing the hem of your skirt down gently before catching his eye. Ethan was attractive, he was tall and muscular, his hair was light as it curled over his eyes, you figured he’d do for tonight. “Don’t worry about it, are you sure we’re gonna make dinner, though? It’s kinda late.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at him as he took off down your street.
“Yeah, we definitely missed the reservation,” He laughed gently at himself before leaning his hand over the console, resting his palm against your knee as his voice deepened. “I figured, we could just go back to mine?”
“Yours?” You glanced down at his cold hand warming up your knee as it rubbed against your skin gently, looking back up at him with a tight smile. “Yeah, yeah. I guess that’s fine.”
He flashed you a wide grin, his grip tightening on you as he began the drive over to his place. Your eyes fluttered shut gently, taking in a sharp breath to steady your nerves. You figured you’d go back to Ethan’s, maybe share a bottle of wine and talk for a bit before you finally could let go.
But the dull throb between your legs was telling you that you couldn’t wait that long. You needed something, just one kiss. So you were quick to unbuckle your seatbelt as your palm wrapped around his forearm gently as you looked over at him, your fingertips trailing up his arm until it landed firmly on his shoulder. Your body adjusted slightly in your seat, pulling yourself closer so your lips could brush against Ethan’s neck.
“Hm, eager, are we?” He mumbled as his hand inched down your thigh slowly, you let out a breathy laugh against his skin with a small nod. Your lips pressed wet kisses to his skin, your hips already trying to rut against his hand that was nowhere near you yet, desperate for some attention.
Ethan rounded a corner, pulling to a quick stop on a quiet street. You pulled your lips away slowly as he put the car in park, your hand coming up to rub across his chest slowly as you ducked your head back down to the skin beneath his ear. “You okay, babe? Why’d you stop?”
His hand was quick to grab your waist as his other hand held the back of your neck, guiding you up to his lips to capture you in a sloppy kiss. It was uncoordinated and messy, your teeth clacking as he licked desperately into your mouth. Your fingers bunched the fabric at his chest before his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling them down to his crotch.
You pulled your lips back slightly to look down at your hand, you could feel him hardening against your palm in his jeans. He rubbed the back of your hand gently as he spoke, dipping his head to catch his lips against yours as he mumbled against your lips. “You’re just gonna suck me off then, yeah? I gotta be at Darren’s in twenty minutes.”
Your body froze against his, you pulled your lips back from his as your eyes looked into his. A small, surprised last fell past your lips as you squinted your eyes at him. “I’m sorry?”
Ethan let out a small groan, adjusting his hips as you pulled your hand away. “Oh, don’t be like that. You knew what this was, c’mon.” He dragged out his last word as he motioned down to his hardening cock, your lips were parted in horror as you looked over at him.
“I knew what this was? You thought all I’m good for is quickly sucking you off before you go to your friends house?” You let out a pained laugh as you shook your head, pulling yourself away from him and grabbing your handbag that had fallen to the foot of the car. “You’re an asshole, Ethan. You’re an hour late to our date, and think I’m just gonna drop to my knees? Fuck you.”
You let yourself out of the car, slamming the door behind you to cut off his arguing. You steamed down the sidewalk, ignoring the sound of Ethan calling your name from behind you and the sound of him speeding off into the night.
You could practically feel the steam pouring from your ears as you walked home. Sure, all you were expecting from Ethan was some nice conversation and a good fuck but his proposition of you sorting him out then dropping you home was where you drew the line. The more you thought about it, the more frustrated you felt yourself becoming.
The front door to your house slammed behind you as you kicked off your heels and kicked them across your living room, your breath huffing and puffing as you stormed through the house toward your bedroom. You sat on the edge of your bed, leaning over to grab the phone from your nightstand and quickly punching in Steve’s phone number, before you could stop yourself.
The phone rang twice before it clicked, a familiar voice crackling through the other end of the phone. “Hello?”
“Steve? Hi, it’s me. I’m so sorry for calling so late,” Your eyes fluttered shut as your palm pressed against your eyes, letting out a sigh of frustration at the events of the last half an hour. “My date was fucking shock horror and I–”
You paused for a moment when you remembered Steve telling you at work yesterday that he was going to call Stacey tonight. A familiar knot tightened in your chest at the thought of her being on the other end of the phone, with Steve.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I’ll leave you and Stacey to – I’ll call you tomorrow. I’m sorry.” You pulled the phone away from your ear but you heard his voice calling your name echoing into the air. Hesitantly, you pulled the phone back to your ear.
“Hey, don’t apologise. I didn’t call Stacey, I’m all alone. What’s up, what happened?” Your stomach settled knowing he was alone, and you let out a content sigh at the familiar comfort of his voice.
“He was an hour late picking me up, just pulled up and honked his horn at me and then said we could just go back to his place which I was fine with ‘cause I just wanted to – Whatever. Then, he had his hand on my leg, and I started kissing him and he pulled over the car, and said to me, and I quote – You’re just gonna suck me off then, yeah? I gotta be at Darren’s in twenty minutes.”
You had to pause to catch your breath after your rambling, inhaling a short breath before continuing. “I thought, what a fucking prick. Like, yeah okay, I wanted to sleep with him but only because I haven’t had an orgasm in like, eight months. But it was everything else, like him being an hour late and then assuming that I’m just going to–”
“Wait, wait, hold on,” Steve’s breathy voice called down the phone, causing you to pause and think about the words that you’d just let spill.
“Shit. Okay, I didn’t mean to say all that. You know what, just forget that I called–” You murmured gently as your face screwed up into the palm of your hand, silently cursing yourself for telling Steve, your friend, that you haven’t come in eight months.
“God, Ethan is a fucking asshole. An hour late is crazy, his first mistake was not coming to the door to get you. You know, I’ll have words with him if – if you want. He can’t disrespect you like that, no matter what was going to happen, he can’t just assume shit.” Steve said, his words settling your nerves gently as you nodded along as he spoke.
“Yeah, he is a fucking asshole.” You murmured gently, taking a deep breath as you pulled your hand from your face, looking down to your lap at your fingers numbly toying with the frilled hem of your skirt.
There was a short silence between you when Steve cleared his throat gently, and you could hear him shuffling on the other end of the phone before speaking. “So, eight months, huh?”
A small laugh stifled past your lips as you let yourself fall back onto your mattress, a loud sigh falling past your lips as your head lulled to the side. “Yeah, it’s been a while, I guess.”
Steve huffed through the phone gently, racking his brain over the stories of dates you’d told him about recently. “But what about Matt? You saw him a few times, he couldn’t–”
“Nope.” You popped the p gently as your head settled against your comforter, your knee swaying against the bed slightly.
“Have you tried touching yourself?” His voice was hoarse through the phone, almost careful. A rush of heat surged from the receiver through your hand and straight between your legs, a soft sigh escaping at his question.
“W–What?” You almost laughed out, your eyes darting across your ceiling as your knees pressed together, your body suddenly feeling awfully aware of what you were talking to Steve about.
“I said, have you tried touching yourself?” His words were more confident now, slightly more stern as they hit your ear.
“Well, yeah. But it still hasn’t worked.” Your voice was a mere whisper as it escaped your lips, your mouth running dry slightly as your tongue ran over your lips in an attempt to wet them. Your breath was picking up, heaving slightly under your shirt as you spoke.
“Well, what do you do? When you’re touching yourself, tell me what you do.” He spoke easily like this was just a normal conversation between you, like this was something you discussed at work regularly.
Your breath caught in your throat, holding the phone closer to your ear if even possible as you whispered through it. “Steve–”
He was quick to cut you off, his voice laced with concern. “You don’t have to, if you’re uncomfortable we can forget all about this and go back to bitching about Ethan. But, it might help you to talk it out.”
You contemplated his offer for a moment, before taking in a sharp breath. The throb between your legs was now loud enough to start ringing through your ears, the hairs on your arm prickling at the prospect of Steve thinking about you touching yourself.
“Well, I–I usually start at my breasts, then I’ll take my hand and–” Your words got lost on the tip of your tongue, suddenly unable to even remember what you did the last time you were doing this.
“What are you wearing, baby? Did you put that pretty little skirt on?” Steve’s voice poured through the phone like honey, his deep voice calling you that pet name caused your breath to catch in your throat.
“Yeah, the skirt and a yellow blouse.” You whispered softly, you glanced down at your hand that was now subconsciously rubbing across your stomach, your cold fingertips dipping underneath the fabric of your shirt.
“I bet you look fucking gorgeous, honey. I want you to take your hand and rub it across your chest, slowly. Take your time, baby.” He returned, and you nodded gently even though he couldn’t see you.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you pulled your hand from underneath the hem of your shirt and slowly brought it up to your breast. Your finger cupping yourself before slipping across and touching the other, you watched as your nipples hardened through your shirt. A small, breathy moan passing your lips as your fingertips catch them.
“Good girl,” Steve preened through the phone, causing another pretty sound to pass your lips. You started pawing at your breasts over your shirt, your back arching against yourself as Steve spoke down the phone again. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yeah,” You breathed out, your fingers shakily unbuttoning the top two buttons of your shirt. You could feel all the heat pooling between your legs, your thighs clenching together in an attempt to soothe the need. “Feels real good.”
“Take off your shirt.” Steve ordered. Your hand paused on your breast for a moment before you continued unbuttoning the rest of your shirt, pulling the phone away from your ear for a moment to pull it off of your arm and discard the shirt on the other side of your bed. “Are you wearing anything underneath, honey?”
Your hand was quick to return to your chest at his words, looking down at your pink laced bra that was holding your breasts in place. Your fingers toyed at your hardened nipple, your teeth sinking into your lower lip before you spoke hoarsely. “I got a pink lacy bra on,” You swallowed thickly, a wave of bravery overtaking you before you continued. “They match my panties.”
You heard Steve groan through the phone, causing your hand to move over to your other breast that was in need of your attention. “Fuck, I bet you look so beautiful right now,” He breathed down the phone, “Can you take your bra off for me, baby?”
As soon as his words hit your ear, you lifted yourself up slightly to wrap your hand around your back to unclasp the bra. You pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere across the room before you slowly settled back on the bed. “It’s off.”
“Good. Now, I want you to put two of your fingers in your pretty little mouth, and suck on them. Can you do that for me, honey?” Steve’s own breath was hitching in his throat, your fingers were happily between your lips before he could even finish his sentence.
The sound of you sucking on your fingers was filling up your room and Steve’s end of the phone, you let out a small moan around them as you pressed down on your tongue. You pull them out of your mouth, watching a connection of saliva follow them before putting the tips of them back between your lips.
“Fuck. Play with your nipples now, baby. Make them all wet, pretend it’s my tongue.” With each sentence that Steve said, his voice became even more breathier. The thoughts of what he could be doing on the other end of the phone were too much for you to even think of right now.
You pulled your fingers from your lips with a small pop and ran them over your stiffened nipple. A loud moan fell past your lips, your head dipping back into the mattress as you twisted it between your fingers. You hummed as you sucked on your fingers again before moving onto the other one. “Feels so good, Steve.”
“Yeah? I bet it does, baby. Imagine it’s me on your chest, taking your nipple in my mouth. Kissing all over your chest, playing with them til you’re begging me to stop. I bet they’re so hard right now, hm?” Your motions faltered slightly at the thought of Steve latched onto your chest, nodding gently as you continued to rub your fingers between them.
“T–They are, Steve. Fuck.” You were palming your breasts now, your hips grinding against nothing as you were growing more desperate with each word he fed you down the phone.
Steve stifled out a slight groan, “Can you take that pretty skirt off for me, baby?”
Your hand flew down to the hem of your skirt, lifting up your hips to pull it off of you. Your chest was heaving as you watched it fly across the room, your fingertips grazing the hem of your panties as you breathed down the phone. “It’s off.”
Steve grunted softly, you took a moment to listen and you swore you could hear shuffling through the phone. The heavy breaths hitting your ear was a tell tale sign that Steve was touching himself right now, and the thought alone was enough to set you off.
“W–What are you wearing right now?” You whispered softly into the phone, your eyes shutting happily as your hand returned up to your breast as you thought about Steve with cock in his hand, getting off to the thought of you sucking on your fingers.
“What am I wearing right now?” He asked, almost thrown off by your question. He cleared his throat gently, and you heard him adjusting on the phone before answering. “Just my pyjama pants, baby.”
A small whine left your lips as you pinched your nipple between your fingers, thinking about Steve in the low light of his bedroom. Holding his phone to his ear whilst his other hand ran through the hair across his chest, travelling down his happy trail and disappearing into his pyjamas.
“Are you getting wet? Thinking about me with my mouth all over you? Touch yourself, and tell me.” His breath was heavy as he spoke, his hoarse tone crackling through the phone.
Your hand slipped from your chest down your body slowly, your fingernails dragging along your sternum and your stomach until it found the hem of your underwear. Your knees fell apart instantly, your hand dipping between your legs as your fingertips found the dampened spot on your panties.
A small gasp left your lips, “Fuck,” You managed. Steve let out an encouraging grunt at the sounds you were making, you swallowed down another moan as your fingers explored your core over your panties. Looking down between your legs, you looked at the glisten over your fingers before mumbling down the phone. “I’m soaked, right through my panties.”
“Oh, fuck,” You heard Steve’s head thump back against his headboard, and the stifled sound of his hand shuffling underneath his duvet. “You’re so fucking hot, baby. You’re so beautiful. Take your panties off for me, please.”
Your fingers wrapped around the edge of your underwear, quickly pulling them down to your ankles and kicking them to the floor. Your pussy was throbbing, desperately aching for your own touch as your hands rubbed over your thighs and your lower stomach, your voice whispering through the phone. “Tell me what to do, Steve, please.”
“God, you’re killing me,” He moaned through the phone, the sounds of his hand wrapped around his cock were much clearer now as the faint sound of slapping skin filled your ear. “I want you to take your finger and touch yourself. Slowly, start at the bottom and work your way up. I want to hear you.”
Your hand slipped from your stomach between your legs, a moan instantly falling from your mouth as your middle finger dipped between your lips. Dipping against your entrance before dragging it up your slit, letting out a loud whine as you reached your clit. You were quick to start rubbing small circles against it, your back arching against your mattress. “Holy shit. It feels so good, Steve.”
“Yeah? You sound so good, baby, I bet you taste so good.” He hummed gently, his own groans spilling against your ear as you copied his instructions a few times. Taking it slow, savouring the teasing sensation of letting yourself have just a little bit but not enough. “Taste yourself.”
A whimper escaped at his request, pulling your hand up from between your legs and slipping it past your lips. You moaned around your fingers at the sensation, quick to return your wet fingers back to your pussy. Two of your fingers pressed at your entrance as your head rolled around your shoulders, “Fuck, Steve.”
“Go on, baby. Fuck that pretty little pussy, let me hear you.” With his permission, you pushed your fingers into yourself with a loud whine. Your hips lifted to meet your fingers as they curled inside of you, the palm of your hand hitting your clit with each pull and push into yourself.
You tilted your head to the side, holding the phone steadily to your shoulder so you could slip your other hand to your chest. Your legs spread open even wider as you slipped your fingers out to rub tight circles against your clit, you could feel the pressure building tightly in your stomach. “I–I think I’m close, Steve.”
“Yeah? I bet you are, baby. I bet you’re curling those fingers in that tight little pussy just imagining it’s my cock, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He spat out, you could only whine in response as your fingers dipped back inside yourself. Copying his words, you curled your fingers inside of you as your spare hand found your clit, showing it no mercy as your stomach coiled.
“Listen to you, honey. I can hear how wet you are down the phone, I bet you’re gushing around those fingers for me, aren’t you? Do you wanna come for me? Go on, be a good girl and come for me.” Steve’s filthy words were bringing you closer and closer to the finish line, you could feel your walls tightening around your fingers as you picked up the speed of them.
“Oh my god, Steve – Fuck, I’m so close.” You whined down the phone, trying to fit your fingers as deep as you possibly could, your hips rolling up into yourself as your thighs tightened around your hands.
“Go on, pretty girl, come for me. Come all over your fingers, you deserve it. Such a good girl for me, hm? Imagine you’re coming all over my cock, imagine I’m pounding into your tight little pussy right now–” He cut off his own words with a moan, shallow curses under his breath as the obscene squelch of your pussy and the angelic sounds of your moans becoming too much for him.
Your moans quickly turned into a loud cry as you let yourself go, your pussy gushing around your fingers as your fingers dial in around your clit. “Fuck, Steve–” Your words were cut off by your cries of pleasure, your hips writhing beneath your hand as you coax yourself down from your high. “Oh my God.”
Steve’s own release was crackling through the phone as you heard the sound of skin connecting with skin fastening, the schlick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock coming to a high as he moans out your name. The sound of him falling apart and calling your name was enough to get you going again.
Your breath was caught in your throat as you pulled your hand from between your legs, wiping it on your comforter quickly to grab ahold of the phone that you’d been holding against your ear by your shoulder. Your legs were weak, still slightly shaking from the orgasm you’d been waiting for eight months for.
There was a silence over the phone as the two of you took a moment to catch your breath, before Steve murmured gently. “That was so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.”
You let out a small laugh as you attempted to steady your breathing, your hand resting on your stomach as you bit down on your lower lip gently. “Thank you, Steve. I really, really needed that.”
Steve cleared his throat gently, and you could hear him shuffling on the other end of the phone, going to clear himself up you’d assume. You realised you should probably do the same, but just as you pushed yourself up to sit at the end of the bed you heard the familiar jingle of Steve’s car keys down the phone.
“Don’t move, okay?” He spoke, you could hear him moving around his bedroom, the sound of his belt buckle as he seemingly pulled them up his legs. “I need you so fucking bad, baby. I – I’ve needed you for fucking months. Fuck.”
Your heart stuttered in your chest at his admission, how could one bad date lead to Steve confessing the feelings that you’ve been having for him as long as you can remember? You glanced around your room quickly before leaning over to grab the clothes that you’d discarded earlier.
“I’m coming. I’ll be there in five, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” And with that, the phone line clicked dead.
You knew that it definitely would not be another eight months until your next orgasm.
(A MODERN AU. SLOW BURN, ENEMIES TO LOVERS FT. LINECOOK!STEVE X FEM!READER. 3.2K)
THE MENU
The streets were close to dead at such an hour.
The glow of the traffic light outside of your bedroom window made your walls look scarlet and the summer air that leaked in through the open crack was too warm for five am.
But it was July and it was early and there were clothes scattered over your floor, a shoe by the door, your bra hanging over the back of your desk chair. The sheets were twisted into a gingham green lump at the end of your bed, there was a pillow slumped into your nightstand, nudging precariously against a half drunk glass of water.
The town outside was still sleeping, the AC unit was whirring, your head was aching and there was a man in your bed.
You tried not to audibly groan as your feet found the floor. The body asleep next to you was lying on his front, his face buried into one of your pillows, his arms wrapped around it like it tried to run away in the night. He was tanned and dotted with freckles, a summer scene across the skin on his back, broad and taut with muscle. You frowned as you looked over your shoulder at him, trying to place a name, a face, any memory of the last few hours.
The only things that came to mind were bare skin and a lot of touching. Teeth and lips and hands and calloused fingers that dug into your hips as you rode him. You rubbed your face, clearing the sleep from your eyes, the tequila and the taste of sex from your lips.
You tried really hard to walk quietly to your bathroom, padding softly across the wooden floors, avoiding the sweater that lay there and the board that you knew squeaked like it held a disease in its whorls and knots. The bathroom door shut with a squeak and a click and you held your breath, forehead braced against the cool wood but you heard nothing, no sheets rustling, no feet on the floorboards.
Your reflection stared back at you from above the sink with disdain and disappointment and you weren't in a position to disagree with her. Your hair was a mess and there was leftover lipstick on your neck of all places, like you’d gifted it to someone who’d pressed it right back onto your skin. There was the beginning of a hickey on your chest, purple and pink and blooming under the bright fluorescent light that hummed above you.
The shower started with a groan and a hiss, the pressure battering the floor of the tub and you shed what little clothes you had on before clambering into it, skin prickling at the chill before it rocketed to almost too hot. You hit the temperature dial with an annoyed indifference, hiding under the cool spray until your hair stuck to your head and it didn't hurt as much as it did when you first opened your eyes.
You thought back to the night before, eyes closed, your stomach starting to turn with tequila and vodka and cheap beer. You remembered the sticky floors of the new bar you’d been dragged to, nothing more than a basement room filled with sweaty bodies and with brick walls covered in band posters and beer mats from places around the world. There were more people than tables and an oversized disco ball turned slowly overhead, entirely out of place as some indie sleaze song leaked out from the speakers in every corner.
You’d danced with your friends, nothing more than your hips moving in the crush of bodies, skin on skin as you tried to take shots without it spilling over your fingers. You remembered licking raspberry syrup from your thumb, your eyes on a guy who stood across the room from you, his brows raised when you grinned.
You remembered a song passing, maybe two, before he came over. There hadn’t been any bravado, no cheesy lines, no faux nonchalance. He’d bent down to your ear, a large warm hand hovering over the small of your back as he leaned into you. Someone had bumped him, his lips brushing your ear and he’d told you that you were pretty.
You’d grinned, shyness disappearing under the taste of tequila and when he’d asked you to dance you’d handed your empty glass to your friend and took his hand. It got blurry then, his hips against your ass as he moved to the music, moved against you. His hands, warm and big, laying on your hips, fingers settling into the crease of your upper thigh until you were too warm and the only answer was to pull him outside for some air.
He’d tasted like beer when he kissed you, your back against the rough brick outside of the bar. But his hand had cupped the back of your head to save it from becoming sore and that alone had you arching into him, his free hand around the back of your thigh as you hitched your leg to his hip. There must’ve been a taxi ride to yours and there was a fuzzy memory of your couch, the man pressed into it as you shed your shirt and straddled him, his lips dancing across your throat, your sternum.
You stayed under the spray until the water turned too cold and your head felt less like someone had jumped on it. Your hair was clean and your face had been scrubbed, your toes minty fresh as you spat leftover toothpaste down the tub drain and when you got out, wrapped in a too small towel, your bed was empty.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
You didn’t think too much of the man. You tried not to. But when you’d finally gotten dressed and shuffled along the sidewalk in the town that’s finally waking up, you found yourself thinking about the night before more often than you wanted to.
You told yourself it was a good thing he left when he did. The perfect way to avoid the awkward morning after, the stilted conversation of if they wanted coffee and exchanging numbers no one was ever really planning on calling.
Right?
Right.
The subway was packed, uncomfortable and sticky hot, like honey on your skin. There was a woman pressed too close to your side, both of you clinging on to the same handrail, her gum snapping too sharp and obnoxious by your ear. There was a kid crying about a broken toy two carriage’s down and every time the doors opened, the shrill noise of it all cut you in two. You were way more hungover than you’d let yourself believe, hiding shamelessly behind a pair of oversized sunglasses that turned the bright morning sun and the flickering overhead fluorescents into a shade of grey that was much more manageable.
It suited your mood. It dulled the flavour of tequila that sat at the back of your tongue. But it didn’t dampen the memories of last night that were coming back to you, persistently stronger and less blurry than before.
You could remember getting out of the cab, the air still heavy and hot despite the early morning hour, the only way a night could be in Chicago during summer. There were memories of you dragging the boy behind you, your hand clasped in his as you fumbled at the door of your apartment building, pressing the wrong numbers for your key code, eyes fluttering closed as the stranger pushed his nose to your neck, his lips following the path he made. Then there was the stairwell, blessedly empty, the air much cooler and the brick wall rough as you were pressed against it on the first landing. More kissing, the dirty kind with all tongues and teeth, breaths panted into open mouths, hands tugging at the fronts of belts, sneaking under skirts, fingers pressed to cotton and lace.
The train jerked on the tracks and you stumbled, so unlike yourself and the thoughts of your late night guest gave way to the packed train once more. You didn’t think about him between your legs, you didn’t think about your hands in his hair - brown and messy and almost too long - and you definitely didn’t think about the way he moaned as loud as you did when you came on his tongue.
Elbows pressed into your sides as you pushed your way off the carriage, the train doors beeping, humid subway air giving way to something only a little fresher as you climbed the concrete steps and out into the street. Chicago was louder here, closer to The Loop now, you had to dodge others on the sidewalk, everyone with some form of earphones in, their heads down, their eyes low. Trucks were parked too close to the sidewalk, men with cigarettes hanging out their mouths yelled at each other as they passed crates of vegetables and fruit to each other, corner store owners filling their shelves and somehow, the streets smelled like freshly baked bread, roasted coffee and sewers all at the same time.
It did nothing to help your hangover. Neither did the ache in your hips that had you remembering how you’d been pressed into your mattress only hours before, skin slapping skin, gasps and moans floating in the air.
Your face burned with it.
It only cooled when you made a sharp left, narrowly avoiding a young couple trying to manipulate a too large couch from the back of a moving van into their narrow doorway. The alleyway turned the sky duller, the sun hidden from view as you walked between the two tall buildings, avoiding leftover puddles and rat traps before you raised your fist to an old fire door and knocked.
Knock was perhaps too polite. You let your palm slam down on the rust covered surface, the tiny pane of glass that acted as a window rattling at your efforts. The sound reverberated through the alley, loud enough to piss off the neighbours in the apartments above you and someone leaned out their window, half asleep and swearing viciously.
But the door was kicked open and the smell of cinnamon and bacon greeted you. The air was hotter than ever, the hum of the ovens adding to the warmth and the too loud sound of the back kitchen. Everything was silver and white and coated in a fine layer of icing sugar and flour and god, ew, a little bit of fryer grease. Someone’s Bluetooth speaker was blasting music that was too loud but it still didn’t drown out the drone of the extractor fans, the bubble and pop of the bagels in an enormous vat of boiling water.
The Gate was something of a hole in the wall, not quite a cafe, not quite a restaurant and not a place you usually saw tourists. It was on the right line of cheap, a little rough around the edges but the food was the best you could find this side of the Chicago River. It was all brick walls and a huge glass front, neon lights shining out of it every hour of the day and night. Chipped green and white tiles on the floor, wobbly legged tables and chairs that didn’t quite match anymore, The Gate was owned by a man called Jim Hopper but it was run by the rest of the staff he’d hired.
A group of people who were all in the middle of that age bracket between teenagers and adults, a bunch of somewhat misfits who were collectively in the stage of life where no one knew what the fuck they were doing and smoke breaks took precedence over bussing tables.
A guy called Eddie manned one of the grills you passed by, a cig tucked behind his ear and his dark curls pulled high into a bun atop his head. A sketch pad of tattoos peeked out from his chef whites and he merely lifted a spatula at you in greeting, a pair of headphones covering his ears as he flipped pancakes on the griddle and blocked out the pop song that came from the speaker by the prep zone.
There were Robin and Argyle, both sitting haphazardly on stools that had been dragged from the bar, peeling a variety of vegetables as they both shared details of the night before, both nursing the same kind of hangover you suffered from. The front of house looked quiet, no other staff at work just yet. The doors were still closed and the neon sign on the front flickered a garish pink as it told the rest of the city The Gate was still closed for now. The small bar in the corner was wiped clean, no sticky leftover gin or rum staining the wooden worktop and the various glass bottles on the glass shelves behind it were glinting in the morning light. There were crystals on the windowsills, more hanging in the corners of the room from wicker baskets and mosaic pots, all of them holding bundles of green, leafy plants. They scattered rainbows of all sizes around the restaurant, painted little rectangular sponges of colours on the tables, the brick walls, your arms and the tiled floor.
You sighed as you hung up your bag, swapping it for an apron that you tied around your waist. Breakfast shift was never your favourite, but you hoped that everyone decided the day was too warm and everyone was too hungover to bother venturing out this early. You looked at the clock, twelve minutes to seven. Seventy two minutes until the doors and you still didn’t deem that enough time to feel human.
You stuffed a new order pad into your apron pocket, reminding yourself to hunt for a pen as soon as you managed to snag some pancakes or a bagel from the kitchen first. Jim said he didn’t believe in technology, not to the point of tablets replacing a good old pad and pen for taking orders, but you were pretty certain that the man was just fucking cheap.
Minutes passed as you stood in the middle of the tables, your head tipped back as you closed your eyes and took a breath. And another. And another. Kaleidoscopes of colours painted your cheeks, your eyelids and you could hear the speaker from the kitchen playing faintly through the closed door. Suddenly it was five hours ago and you were on the edge of a dance floor you’d never been on before, a body pressed against the back of your own as you both swayed and rocked to the music. The cab drive to yours became clearer now, your head tipped against the window as you let your dance partner kiss down your neck, his hand skating up the fabric of your skirt as he gripped your hip. You remembered the cab driver's eyes in the rear view mirror, the sharp cough he let out when you grabbed your new friend’s jaw in your hand and licked into his mouth.
“Get ‘em while they’re hot.” The clatter of a plate and Eddie’s too loud voice broke you from your thoughts.
Cheeks burning and heart thumping a little too wildly, you spun, eyes flying open as you found a stack of pancakes waiting on the bartop for you. They’re dusted with sugar and dripping with maple syrup, a handful of freshly washed berries on the side. You moaned, the man who shared your bed momentarily forgotten about, and you contemplated giving Eddie a fat kiss on the cheek.
“You’re an angel,” you told him instead, forgoing cutlery as you bit straight into a pancake, eyes fluttering at the sweetness and warmth. “A real life angel.”
The chef snorted, already walking back into the kitchen. “Call my high school principal and tell him that, would ya?”
You managed two whole bites before the phone rang and Robin answered it, her voice bored and tired and muffled under the noise of music and hissing grills. Then the door flew open and she handed the receiver to you, eyes rolling. She pinched a strawberry and poked at your bare skin, where your blooming hickey bruised the space between the top of your shirt and your exposed collar bones.
You batted at her hand, frowning when she smirks and your lips were sticky with maple syrup when you tried to form a professional greeting. “Good morning, thanks for calling The Gate, this is— oh, it’s you.”
Hopper scoffed on the other end of the line. “Hello to you too, kid. Listen, there’s a new start coming today for the linecook position. Should be ‘round seven thirty and he’s more than qualified so just get him some spare whites and show him where the trash goes. Eddie’ll handle the rest.”
Your hangover pulsed in annoyance. “Can’t Joyce get him sorted?” You speared another raspberry and popped it into your mouth, eyes rolling when your boss sighed in return.
“Joyce is on vacation. With me. We told you this on Monday, you never lis— look, just get the guy sorted alright? He’s a good kid, he’s not gonna cause any hassle.”
“Whatever, sure,” you mumbled. You needed to find some tylenol, your eyes felt like they were going to fall out of their sockets. “Enjoy Cabo, or wherever it is you guys are.”
“We’re in Colorado, but close enough,” Hopper grunted. “Just don’t burn the place down, alright? See you in two weeks.”
You were frowning when the dial tone buzzed in your ear. It was three minutes past seven and you were left with a sticky, sugary mess on your empty plate and thirty three tables to set before the doors opened. And a new start to get set up.
You found a tylenol in Nancy’s open locker and a set of new chef whites in Hopper’s abandoned office. You set them by the side of the bar before you gathered cutlery and new napkins, splitting them with Robin as you both wove in and out of tables and booths, the kitchen getting noisier as Argyle and Eddie started prepping for lunch. The glass cabinets by the cash desk were filled finally with fresh pastries, the front of house smelled like freshly squeezed oranges and you had made yourself busy by misting an oversized fern when someone knocked on the front door.
There was a man standing behind the glass. He was tall and dressed in denim jeans that had faded knees, a white T-shirt with rolled sleeves and he had a pair of black Ray-Ban’s perched on his nose. Despite that, you recognised him. His hair looked ruffled, like someone had been pulling on it all night, dishevelled and messy in a way that would’ve made your mother’s cheeks burn. Any mother’s, actually.
Fuck.
No? No.
You unlocked the door and the click of it was too loud, too jarring. You stared at the stranger who didn’t seem all that strange and your stomach turned as you recognised the sweater he had clutched in his right hand. A forest green thing with a yellow patch on the chest. You knew that sweater. It had been on your bedroom floor when you’d made your quiet escape to the bathroom.
Fuck.
You looked at the man and he looked at you, the customer service smile he’d plastered on his face wilting at the same time his extended hand did, the professional greeting slipping from every fibre of him.
“You.”
He grappled with words for a beat, his face faltering and even behind his sunglasses, you could see the panic. All he said was: “Me?”
hey!! i saw a fic like this but it was super duper short and i was kinda unsatisfied ☹️☹️ i feel like you would do a great job writing this so im asking you!! can i request a fic where the party has to drive somewhere, it can be like during a crawl or it can just be to the movies, whatever you want! but there isn’t enough room in the car so reader has to sit on steve’s lap and let’s just say it isn’t easy for him hahaha
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Rocky Rides
Steve Harrington x fem!reader 1k words
Warnings: friends w feelings, suggestive, fluff, tension,
Through the chaos of a last minute rush, you’re forced to sit on Steve’s lap
“We should’ve left twenty minutes ago—we’re gonna miss the previews!” Mike screamed as everyone tried scrambling out of the house as quickly as they could.
“Then maybe you should’ve been ready twenty minutes ago!” Steve yelled back, grabbing his jacket but still moving the slowest out of everyone.
You had arrived at the Wheeler house earlier that afternoon for a group outing to the cinema, but unfortunately, going anywhere with the party meant you were doomed to be late no matter what. And according to Mike’s calculations, you’d be lucky if you didn’t miss the whole introduction of the movie.
“I can barely breathe back here—open the window!” Max exclaimed.
And the other problem was that Steve was the only responsible adult with a car to take you all there, meaning there were currently about six teenagers stuffed in his Beamer.
Steve froze in his tracks midway out the door, patting his back pocket repeatedly. “My keys—shit—where are my car keys!”
Robin was already ten steps ahead of him leaning against the car door, twirling his keys around her fingers. “C’mon Harrington, we’re gonna be late.” She said with a smug smirk.
Steve leveled her with a threatening glare. “Oh, absolutely not.”
“What was that?” Robin quirked her head, already sitting in the driver's seat.
He ran over and gripped the edge of her window, “Robin. You are not driving, you don’t even have a license, the last thing I need is for you to scratch up my car.”
“Too late!” She grinned, starting up the engine.
Steve huffed out a sharp breath, if she wanted to drive he was going to be watching the whole time. Just as he rounded the corner, Dustin swooped into the passenger seat.
“Shotgun!” He yelped.
“Out, Henderson. I’m older.” Steve shook the door, but Dustin had already locked it cautiously.
“Which also means you’ve gotten slower. Sorry old man, but to the back you go.” He gestured.
Having no other choice, Steve joined the rest of the kids in his already beyond cramped backseat. You were the last one to join the crew, standing unmoving in front of the car door as you observed the occupied seats.
“Oh, there’s…no space.” You muttered.
“Sure there is—just scootch over,” he instructed Lucas, but when you tried getting in, the door wouldn’t even shut.
Dustin groaned from the front, “This is what happens when you only have one car!”
Steve rolled his eyes, “couldn’t you guys just bike there?”
Dustin turned around to look at him like the suggestion was crazy. “Who bikes all the way to the cinema?”
Robin honked the horn, getting all of your attention once again. “Jesus—just sit in his lap, it isn’t that complicated!”
Your eyes widened immediately, you couldn't imagine having to put all your weight onto Steve’s lap for the duration of the drive. But, it did seem like the best solution, plus you were friends—it’s normal, right?
Steve swallowed thickly, nodding shakily. “Y-yeah, yeah, I can—just c’mere.” He avoided your gaze, worried if you looked close enough you would see the pink flush climbing up the side of his neck.
You hesitated, but any more time wasted and the kids would throw you out all together. Very slowly, you attempted not to bump into him as you gripped the seat, lowering yourself onto him.
He let out a low grunt, not because you were heavy, but because the effect was instant. Your soft hair was tickling his nose, the smell of your coconut shampoo and perfume invading his senses without warning. Steve didn’t know what to do with his hands, placing them around you might make you feel uncomfortable, he resolved to just hold the edge of the seat.
You didn’t dare turn around, you could already feel him, his warm breath hitting your shoulder, the broadness of his chest behind you, trying not to focus on how badly you wanted to lean against it, feel his body underneath your head.
The car started moving and you kept your mouth shut, grateful that the others were loud enough for them not to notice you and Steve’s unusual quietness.
Steve was taking short uneven breaths, your thighs were splayed over his and he couldn’t think straight. He was fighting the urge to pull you closer to him, the light fabric of your clothes weren’t stopping him from feeling your skin touching his.
Robin was severely under qualified to be driving, out of nowhere she swerved the car to the side, everyone letting out screams as they bumped into each other. The force jolted you to the side, and before you could hit your head against the window, Steve’s hands wrapped protectively around your waist, pulling you back until you were glued to his body.
He let out a curse at the close call, but your mind wasn’t on Robin’s reckless driving skills, it was reeling on how tight he was gripping you—his large veiny hands almost completely spanning the entirety of your waist.
“You alright?” Steve breathed quietly into your ear.
You took a couple of breaths before speaking, afraid you would only be a stuttering mess. “Mhm, better than ever.” You said unconvincingly.
You missed the way he smiled against the back of your neck, Steve was right where he wanted to be.
Feeling like you were undoubtedly crushing him, you shifted forwards and attempted to situate yourself so that you could sit upright. Suddenly, his hands squeezed you—his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
“Stop moving.” He whispered low into your ear. You frowned in confusion, why would he want you to be laying on him?
Oh.
Steve cleared his throat heavily, and you could feel how hot his body was now. The car felt more cramped than earlier, it seemed like there was no place to go but closer.
After many missed turns, Robin eventually pulled into the theater’s parking lot, everyone praying in relief that they hadn’t died on the way. They all stumbled out until it was only you and Steve left, climbing out of his lap begrudgingly.
You looked back to see him still sitting, “Aren’t you coming?” You asked, waiting.
His body stiffened, arms held together in the same spot you had been recently sitting on. “Just give me a minute.” Steve responded tightly, unable to get up in public in his current state.
You bit back a smile, secretly hoping there wouldn’t be enough seats in the movie either.
You and Steve Harrington have been trying to keep your relationship secret. But it turns out, Lucas Sinclair can't keep his mouth shut.
pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader
words: 2.7k
contains: fluff, establish relationship, secret relationship, pet names (baby), female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader.
author's note: request by @softstaticclub | this was yet another one that was meant to be a blurb but i wrote too much. i think i have a problem
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“Steve, what if someone comes down the—”
“—shh. Be quiet, baby,” Steve murmurs before pressing his lips to yours and smiling when he feels you melt into him.
There was a very small part of you that wanted to roll your eyes but you were too busy kissing him back to think of much else.
For the past three months, you and Steve Harrington had been sneaking around like a pair of lovesick teenagers after years of unspoken feelings between the two of you. The reason for sneaking around wasn’t because you or Steve didn’t want to tell people about your relationship, it was more to do with the fact that Steve had made a promise to your brother a few years ago that he would stay away from you. Dustin hadn’t wanted his best friend and his sister to be involved with each other and Steve had only agreed because he thought that he never stood a chance with you.
Of course, that promise was shattered that night in the back of the SQWK van when you had finally had enough of the back and forth between you and Steve and you had kissed him until you both ran out of air.
You hadn’t initially set out to hide your relationship, it just happened as you both agreed to wait until you figured out a way to tell Dustin. But it was difficult to navigate when Dustin was in throes of grief from losing Eddie almost six months ago now. He had grown a little distant from Steve, purposefully trying to push him away and you had a feeling that Dustin learning that Steve had been secretly seeing his older sister for the past three months might drive even more of a wedge between them.
And so, you were sneaking around for the time being and you couldn’t deny it was a little bit fun to do so.
Just as Steve deepens the kiss—his large hands on either side of your neck gently titling your head back to coax your lips apart with his tongue—the sound of someone gasping in surprise rips the two of you apart.
Please don’t let it be Dustin. Please don’t let it be Dustin.
But as you pull away from Steve, your face burning and Steve looking a little dazed, you quickly realise that it wasn’t Dustin who had caught you—it was Lucas.
“Um, hi Sinclair,” Steve says by way of greeting, trying to act casual and as though you hadn’t been making out merely seconds ago.
Lucas’ eyes dart from Steve, to you and back again.
“Oh, Dustin is gonna flip—”
“—you can’t tell Henderson!” Steve insists, eyes widening in slight panic. “He’ll kill me—”
“—maybe you should have thought about it before you started making out with his sister—”
“—it was just a kiss—”
“—that’s a bunch of bull—”
“—Lucas, please don’t tell Dustin,” you plead with Lucas, cutting him off mid sentence so you didn’t have to hear him and Steve bicker back and forth a moment longer.
“Why not?” Lucas asks. “He deserves to know, this isn’t fair on him, you know? Besides, the party doesn’t keep secrets from each other. I have to tell him.”
The guilt stirs in your gut because you knew Lucas was right. You knew not being honest with Dustin wasn’t fair on him but you were trying to be sensitive around your brother’s current state.
Steve glances at you, seeing the torn expression on your face and his hand twitches, as though he was desperate to reach for yours.
“Just give us a few days, yeah?” Steve asks Lucas. “We’ll tell him. We just need to figure out how to do it gently.”
Lucas looks unconvinced and you decide to plead with him instead.
“Please Lucas?” You press him gently before he could open his mouth to tell you no. “Th—this isn’t a bit of fun for us and we want to tell Dustin properly.”
Your eyes are on Lucas but you could feel Steve looking at you at your words. You try not to think too much about it.
“Wait—you guys are like…serious?” Lucas asks.
You feel your face warming and you force yourself not to look at Steve at that moment.
“Yeah,” Steve says, his hand finding yours, thumb gently rubbing over your skin and making it hard for you to hold back a smile. “We are.”
Lucas looks at Steve for a long moment before finally, he nods. “Okay,” he says, somewhat reluctantly. “Okay, okay. I won’t tell him. But you two should probably stop making out in the basement if you don’t want him to catch you.”
You learned a day later that Lucas Sinclair could not keep a secret.
You were back in the basement of the radio station, planning the next crawl. The basement was full with the entirety of the party present as well as the older kids, Joyce and Hooper. You stand beside Steve, trying to keep a straight face as you listen to Nancy but it was proving difficult when Steve kept nudging his foot against yours.
You hear your name being said and you look up to see Nancy looking at you expectantly.
“What?” You ask, your mind half on the conversation and half on Steve’s arm that was brushing against yours. “Sorry. What did you say, Nance?”
Nancy looks at you, slightly suspicious of the distracted look on your face before she glances back down at the map. “I asked if you and Steve were okay to take the van tonight? We need Dustin to stay here to cover—”
Lucas snorts with laughter and you don’t even have time to send him a warning look before he bursts out, “Oh, they’ll be just fine. They’re just gonna make out the whole time.”
His words were met with complete and utter silence.
Your face was burning and Steve was almost completely lost for words. Lucas seems to realise two seconds too late what he had just let slip and attempts to laugh it off.
“I was kidding! It was just a—”
But nothing gets past Dustin Henderson.
“What are you talking about?” Dustin asks, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks from you to Steve and back again. “Is there something I don’t know about going here or?”
“I um,” Steve begins, looking at you while Robin—who was the only person who knew about you and Steve—struggles to keep a straight face. “I mean he was probably jo—”
“—no, don’t try and bullshit me man, what is Lucas talking about?”
You look up your brother then and you almost see the way he’s putting two and two together. At the way Steve’s body was turned towards yours, how he was looking at you with a soft look of concern on his face.
“Dustin, I swear we were going to tell you—” You begin but Dustin is quick to cut you off.
“—we?” Dustin asks, nostrils flaring as he looks at Steve. “There’s a we?”
“Can we please focus?” Hopper’s gruff voice cuts in before you or Steve could respond. “There’s more important things that we need to—”
“—you can’t be serious,” Dustin interrupts, clearly no longer caring about the crawl as he glares at both you and Steve. “You and Steve? Seriously?”
“Dustin, could you just—”
But Dustin is already shaking his head, curls bouncing as he walks away from the table without another word to either you or Steve.
Everyone in the room seems to hold their breath as Dustin practically stomps up the basement stairs while you and Steve look at each other. You vaguely register Lucas profusely apologising for running his mouth but you weren’t listening.
“I’ll go after him,” you say to Steve. “I can talk to him and—”
“—no, I’ll go,” Steve insists with a shake of his head. You open your mouth to protest but Steve is already leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek before he follows Dustin up the basement stairs.
“So you and Steve, huh?” Robin asks, trying and failing to seem surprised. “I had no idea! That’s such a surprise!”
Both Nancy and Jonathan laugh in a disbelieving sort of way and even you manage to crack a smile, despite the way your heart was pounding in your chest as you can’t help but imagine the conversation that Steve and your brother were having.
“Alright! Can we focus up now, please?” Hopper calls out, trying to wrangle everyone’s attention back to the mission at hand. “Alright—Wheeler—no Mike, not you—I need you and Buckley to—”
“—I’m just gonna go and check Steve and Dustin are okay,” you interrupt Hopper, ignoring the audible groan of frustration from him as you slip past the group and race up the basement stairs.
You follow the sound of Steve and Dustin’s voices, all the way up the basement stairs and out of the maintenance room where the entrance to the basement was hidden. You’re about to round the corner to head into the kitchen when the sound of Steve’s voices stops you.
“—I promise you man, I’m not just fooling around with her. I wouldn’t do that, especially not to her.”
“Then why would you not tell me? If you were that serious about her—”
“—I was scared, okay? I was—I was scared you wouldn’t handle it well and honestly? I was scared because I hadn’t felt this way about anyone before.”
Your breath hitches and even Dustin is taken aback by Steve’s words.
“Not even Nancy?”
A beat and then—
“Yeah. Not even Nance. With Nance it was—it was constantly worrying if I was doing the right thing, if I was enough. But with your sister—” Steve begins and though you can’t see him, you can hear the smile in his voice. “—she’s the real deal. She’s my favourite person and I was scared that telling everyone about our relationship would burst that bubble or something.”
You bit back a smile as you lean against the wall, your heart feeling fuller at Steve’s admission.
“She’s your favourite person?” Dustin repeats, his voice a little softer now.
“Yeah,” Steve says quietly. “She is.”
You almost step out and into the kitchen but what Dustin asks Steve next keeps you rooted to the spot.
“Do you love her?”
You swallow because three months together meant that you hadn’t yet breached the L word yet with Steve. You knew you loved him—you had known since the very first kiss if you were honest with yourself. But you had never told him that and you couldn’t be sure that Steve was actually in love with you too.
You almost leave, so that you don’t have to hear Steve’s response. In fact, you started to do just that—stepping back towards the stairs that lead back down to the basement when—
“Yeah,” Steve breathes. “I do. I love her.”
Your heart was doing funny things in your chest, things that surely defied science and all because Steve Harrington admitted that he loved you. He loved you, he loved you, he loved you.
“Wow,” you hear Dustin say a few seconds later, after he had digested Steve’s words. “Love. That’s um, that’s big, Steve.”
“It’s kind of hard not to fall in love with her.”
The smile that was beginning to tug on your lips almost hurt at Steve’s words. You had to fight the urge to run toward your boyfriend and kiss him stupid.
“You know if you break her heart that I’ll get Jonathan to beat you up again—”
“—oh c’mon, that was one time, I could totally take Byers again if I—”
“—so as long as you don’t do anything too stupid then—then I guess…I guess I forgive you for keeping it from me.”
“I promise you I won’t,” Steve reassures Dustin. “I’m gonna keep her for as long as she’ll have me. You never know, I might be your brother in law one day—”
“—nevermind, take everything I said back—”
“—too late, I can already see it now. A spring wedding, you can be the ring bearer and—”
You don’t see it but you hear a thumping sound which could only mean Dustin had smacked your boyfriend’s arm to shut him up. And you can’t help yourself, you let out a laugh.
There was silence from the kitchen and your heart thumps as you realise that both Steve and Dustin had heard you.
Dustin calls out your name and asks, “is that you?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, silently cursing yourself before you respond. “Yeah. It’s me.”
You step out then, heading towards the kitchen where Dustin and Steve were watching you step over the threshold. Dustin looked incredibly amused while Steve had a look of apprehension on his face, likely worried about just how much you had overheard.
“You’re so like mom, you know that? She’s always eavesdropping on my conversations—”
Your face burns at that and you glance quickly at Steve before looking away, “—I wasn’t eavesdropping, Dustin—”
“—you totally were. But whatever, I’m glad you two are happy. Just don’t make out in front of me. I don’t want anymore reasons to go to therapy at my age.”
You let out a choked out sound while the tips of Steve’s ears turn red. Dustin pays no mind to it, slipping past you as he heads towards the basement door with a slight spring in his step.
You don’t speak and neither does Steve. You begin to fiddle with a button on your cardigan while Steve seems suddenly interested in looking out of the kitchen window.
“So, do you wanna head back down before Hoppers kills us or—”
“—how much did you hear?”
You flex your fingers, the button slipping from your hand as you look over at Steve. He has a carefully measured expression on his face, as though he was bracing himself for the worst.
For a moment, you debate whether or not to lie to him. Whether you should tell him you hadn’t heard much at all but one look in those big, hazel eyes that you loved so much and you couldn’t find it in yourself to lie to him.
“You said I’m your favourite person,” you say finally with a faint smile. “That was sweet.”
Steve swallows nervously, a pink flush creeping up his neck as he looks back at you. “It’s true, you are.” He takes a tentative step closer, his eyes not leaving yours as he asks, “what else did you hear?”
You pretend to think, finding it near impossible to not smile as Steve stands right in front of you, his hands planting themselves on your waist and squeezing affectionately.
“I heard you say that you love me,” you say softly, your eyes flickering over his face.
“Yeah?” Steve murmurs, leaning in until his lips ghosted over your cheek, his breath hot against your skin. “And what did you think about that, baby?”
You exhale a shuddering breath, Steve’s lips placing a tender kiss to your cheek, then another to your forehead, then your nose and finally the very corner of your mouth. The contact makes your entire body shudder.
“I think,” you breathe out, head tilting back instinctively so as to look back at him. “I think it’s a good thing that I love you too.”
You feel Steve’s breathing slow, his hands grip you that little bit tighter and there was a look in his face that you hadn’t seen before.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, barely able to contain the smile on his face, “I love you. I love you so much. I can’t believe—”
He doesn’t even finish his own sentence, his lips sealing over yours in a kiss that leaves you breathless. Your hands find their way into his hair and his pull you flush against him, your mouths moving against each other as though you had all the time in the world.
It was you who had the sense to pull away first—Steve chasing your lips and pressing kiss after kiss there until you were laughing against him.
“Later,” you promise him, placing a finger to his lips to stop him. “We’ve got a crawl to plan.”
TBA c. 34 snippets: The one with Santi's wedding (part one)
Soooo, I know it’s been a long wait for the next chapter and we're not quite there yet, but to tide you over, here are two big snippets for you to take a look at 🤍
1.
Tuesday, October 6th
Starting a new journal by talking about returning to Austin feels ironic. Starting a blank book while backtracking definitely is. But as you look out the plane window at the completely clear blue sky, watching the sprawling city stretch out far below your feet, you get the distinct feeling that you are about to land in a different place entirely.
It is your home; the very same walls that said goodbye to you a few months ago will welcome you back within the hour. The same bed, the same spot on your couch, the same mirror that pushed your own reflection back at you. Yet, you don’t feel like the same person who used to inhabit that space; or at least, that is the sensation that washes over you with every passing mile.
With your fresh journal in hand, you try not to overthink it.
Lucky for you, a wedding is exactly the kind of bustling event that can keep your mind occupied with other things.
You can't afford to get distracted by work, or by your latest manuscript, which has been giving you a massive headache these past few days. Nor can you dwell on what will become of you after all this is over. The choice between staying in Austin or moving permanently to New York has haunted you for the last week, and you were just about to sit down and make a pros and cons list.
But you can’t think about that. You shouldn't, really.
Weddings are fun if you know how to make the most of them. Especially if you aren’t the one getting married. The truth is, after spending weeks tagging along with Yov and Santi here and there, listening to all the wedding prep, you actually considered taking an anxiety pill.
2.
Sometimes, getting involved with your brother’s best friend can be the best decision you ever make in your life. You might end up living together in a beautiful house with two gorgeous babies, getting married in one of the highest rated television episodes of the era. You could be, as the kids say these days, couple goals. The total package. The sarcastic funny guy and the girl with a few control issues who (for somewhat obvious reasons) manage to blend and complement each other perfectly. It can be beautiful and lasting and solid.
And in other cases, it can be downright complicated. Because sometimes, getting involved with your brother’s best friend can be a beautiful dream, right up until you find yourself sitting in front of the TV, watching Chandler and Monica’s wedding, and all you want to do is cry.
But you swallow it down. You suppress it because next to you, Emma is shooting you subtle suspicious glances; she knows you far too well not to realize this might be stirring up things buried deep inside your chest. But more than that, you fight it back because you simply don’t want to feel it. Not deeply. Because you know that very soon, at any given moment, you are going to see him again. You don’t know when or where, but you know it’s going to happen. And so, inside your mind, there is a tiny stopwatch with blurred numbers rapidly counting down the time until your eyes meet his once more.
Even the best couples have weak moments.
"Honestly, Chandler’s panic kind of ruins the whole thing," Emma said, lounging next to you with her head resting on your shoulder. "I hate that he doubts it. It ruins everything."
On the screen, Chandler is caught completely off guard by a phone call that refers to him and Monica as Mr. and Mrs. Bing. He makes a whole show of panicking, wanting to run away.
"It’s normal to be scared sometimes," you said.
"I wouldn’t want my fiancé doubting things like that at our wedding. I mean, it would make me question absolutely everything. I hate that choice the writers made. I feel like it’s not Chandler at all."
"Really?" You smiled. "Not Chandler at all?"
"No, why? You don't think so? C'mon."
"No, no, it's just, look," you sat up a little straighter, "I get it, but throughout the entire show, Chandler has always had insecurity and commitment issues—"
"But we watched all his progress, and it was a long clear arc, wasn't it?"
"Yeah but it’s completely normal that even though he's progressed and everything, he still has weak moments from time to time. Especially when it comes to something as huge as a wedding," you laughed.
"Mmh. I dunno. I don't like it. Would you want Santi doubting marrying Yov right before they do it? Would you want your future husband doubting marrying you right before you walk down the aisle?"
"But Chandler didn't doubt marrying Monica; he just got scared, that’s all. He didn't want to run away because he wasn't sure about her; he just panicked about taking such a huge step and didn't know what to do. He watched his parents' relationship fall apart, then went through the whole divorce and everything else. He has a history of commitment issues and the underlying fear that marriage might ruin the good thing he already has with Monica."
"But he literally talked to her just days before about how happy he was to spend the rest of his life with her. It makes no sense."
"It does make sense, Em," you said, looking at her. "You can't completely erase decades of trauma overnight. I mean, he thought their relationship was over after their very first argument until she had to assure him that’s not how things work. The man had avoidant attachment!"
warnings: nothing much, slight make out, mentions of cutting yourself on accident
Preface: being best friends with steve harrington was never easy, especially when you had a growing crush on him. only being revealed at a sleep over with the kids.
You can’t remember when you realized you liked Steve Harrington. It’s one of those things that’s been there forever. Maybe it was when you were in elementary school and he asked if you were okay after seeing you crying out on the playground because Tommy H stepped on the caterpillar you had been protecting from the sun.
Maybe it was when he held your hair back as you puked your brains out in his bathroom after trying alcohol for the first time. You couldn’t quite place the beginning of these harboring feelings, All you knew was that it is now incredibly difficult to be in the same room as him. and that was not good, especially since he’s the closest and longest friend you’ve ever had.
Grabbing your Strawberry lipgloss, you carefully apply it in the reflection of the rear view mirror of your 1967 chevy impala, that was currently sitting in Steve Harrington driveway. He had called you over to help him ‘babysit’ not that he needed the help, those kids listened to every word he said and basically worshipped the ground he walked on, Dustin specially.
you swing the car door open after turning the ignition off and grabbing the bag that was situated in the passenger seat. As you walk up to the door it swings open before you can even knock. “Hey! Thank god you’re here! it’s begging to reek of fragile masculinity” you hear, before you can even register who opened the door you're being pulled in by a girl with red hair. Max, duh. “woah, woah, calm down! at least let me take my shoes off, i don’t want to drag dirt in” you state pulling your hand back and stopping at the shoe rack to the left of the door.
Taking your Mary jane’s off you hand the bag to max. “Can you put this in the kitchen? there’s ice cream so can you put that in the freezer?” you don’t hear a response, only the bag being taken from your hands and her steps fading away.
“hey you're here!” a voice startles you in the silence. “geez! Steve! What did I tell you about sneaking up on me!” you spin around hitting him on his arm while blushing, only to be met with his laughs. “Yeah, something about constant spikes of heart rate not being good for you.” he says, blowing it off completely.
“come on, i need help picking out a movie. all the boys want to watch is E.T. and i can’t watch that for the 50th time.” he grabs your hand and pulls you down the hall and to the left into the living room. “what’s wrong with E.T.?” you question trying to pay attention to everything but his warm hands in yours. “nothings wrong with it, i’m just tired of knowing the full movie script because of the constant rewatches.” he pulls you down next to him, now sitting in front of the tv. his hands leave yours and you're reminded just how cold the house is without his warmth. Opening the cabinet you’re both met with at least 50 VHS tapes. “Geez why didn’t you tell me about this collection Harrington? you have everything” you state reaching out to grab a movie. The Outsiders. “I guess I just like having my own copies of movies instead of renting them,” he says looking over at you.
Steve can’t remember when his feelings changed. You had always been you, the girl who would pick on him after being rejected, who would clean his cuts after a fight, and would always be there when his parents were gone and the silence of the house got too much for him. Looking over at you as you read the back of the VHS he couldn’t help but take in your beauty. Yes, he wasn’t dumb, you had always been pretty to him, and most of hawkins high even if you never realized it. Now it was different. The kind of difference that paused time, made his heart rate speed up, and even made him incredibly nervous. He was Steve Harrington for goodness sake, he didn’t get nervous, he did endless flirting and confidence.
“Well, dont be surprised when i randomly show up to steal some.” You joke looking over at him. Only to be met with his eyes already on you. “What?” you ask “is my hair a mess or something?” you reach up trying to flatten the hair on your head. “No- no no, sorry i just got distracted.” he rushes out. “Okay- weird” you laugh, turning back to the movies. Before either of you can get another word out, Dustin, Lucus, and Mike come rushing in with popcorn. As they flop down some popcorn falls out the bowl and on the floor. “Oh come on! Don't make a mess!” Steve scolds as he gets up and cleans the few pieces up. “Okay Dad” Mike jokes as he turns his attention to you. “Can we watch E.T.?” he asks, Steve groans as you begin laughing. “No- no, any movies but E.T.” he says walking out of the living room and to the kitchen to throw the dirty popcorn away. “Sorry Mike, he'll have a mental breakdown if we watch it again.” you joke turning back to the movies before picking one up. “What about the Karate Kid?” you ask, turning your attention to the boys and now max who came into the living room with a bag of chips. “Oh! I love that movie!” she states sitting down next to lucus. “So is everyone good with that?” you ask and get a mutual agreement that it was the best choice.
You get up and put the tape in the player and begin the movie. You didn't care to see the first few minutes so you went into the kitchen to grab a snack. “Hey, we decided on The Karate Kid to watch, now you don't have to have a mental breakdown over E.T.” You joke as you meet Steve in the kitchen where he was starting another bag of popcorn. “Thank god-” he sighs in relief before fully turning to you. “Want to share the popcorn?” he asks. “Yeah, I'm gonna cut up some strawberries real quick, I've been wanting them all day.” you say as you open the fridge and grab the pack of strawberries you had left there the other day. He just shakes his head at you, you always wanted strawberries. Steve often jokes you would turn into one if you kept eating them but you never cared.
He watches you as you wash them and begin cutting them up, he hears the popcorn go off so he turns around and pulls it off the stove. As he opens it he hears something drop and you wincing, immediately he turns around to see you holding your finger that's bleeding.
“Shit!” you state as he rushes over. “What the hell did you do?” he asks, grabbing a towel and wrapping your finger. “I just slipped- it should be okay-” you try to reason but Steve doesn't buy it. “Stay here, and keep your hand above your head” he rushes out of the kitchen and to the closet in the hall, grabbing the first aid kit he kept in there for situations like this. “I promise im okay-” you try as he walks back over to you. “Shut up- just let me help you.” he cuts you off as he begins to get a closer look at the cut. It isn't small but also isn't big enough for stitches. He somewhat stops the extreme bleeding and begins to clean the cut. “Ow! That hurts-” you wince as he pours peroxide on it. “Its going to, but at least it isn't going to be infected.” That shuts you up for a little as he begins to bandage the cut.
“Normlly im the one patching you up.” you joke, trying to fill the silence. Well it isn't completely silent, the noise from the movie traveling into the kitchen subtly. “Id prefer it that way” he jokes. You're now aware of how close he is, his hands on yours, standing so close you wouldn't be surprised if you could hear his heart beat. “What?” you ask confused.
“I would just rather you not being the one hurt.” he says looking up from your hand and into your eyes. “How caring and heroic king steve is.” you joke trying to ignore the tension so obviously growing. He shakes his head “king steve of not i still care about you.” he states, “well i would hope so- your my best friend.” you laugh softly. “No-” he starts, “i care about you, maybe more than i should.” he grabs your hands, wrapping them around yours. “I care about you so much- more than I should- and I guess I'm scared that would ruin our friendship.” He's serious now, something that doesn't happen often. “Steve.. What-?” you start- “i think i've known for awhile, that when im truly happy im with you. That when I'm asked about the future I subconsciously imagine you- by my side.. More than friends, more than best friends.” he confesses, you're silent out of pure shock. “Say something please” he pleads, looking down at you with those brown eyes with flecks of green that you could only compare to a sad puppy dog. “Steve- I don't know what to say- you're not lying to me? Pulling my leg?” you ask still now believing that Steve Harrington, the boy you've loved since forever, was confessing to you. “I would never- not when this means more than anything to me.” You don't know what to say, even though you've rehearsed every circumstance and what you would say if this ever happened, your brain is blank.
With one last signal sent to your brain you reach up, grabbing his collar and pull him down. Your lips smash together in a rushed and clumsy kiss, you don't fully understand what you're doing, only that it feels right. After the initial shock Steve leans in, his hands falling to your hips, pulling you even closer. The kiss slows down to a more deep and connective brush, years of hidden feeling falling out, not hidden. You are the one to pull back after a few minutes that felt like hours. “Steve..” you whisper, lipgloss smugged on your plump lips. “I- i really like you. I think i have for years but i never thought-” “it would go anywhere..” he cuts you off, leaning his forehead against yours. “God.. i think ive been in love with you since you tried to save those puppies on the side of the road in middle school.. I don’t know why i decided to confess now.. Maybe it's because seeing you hurt even slightly scares me” you laugh softly with a smile looking into his eyes. “And now i know- that im not crazy and those glances and light touches actually do mean something, my brains gone haywire. Anyways- what im really trying to say is i like you- a lot. And if you'll have me, I would like to make you my girl..”
.you arent emotional by any means but his confession turns in you as your eyes water. “I would really like that.” he sighs of relief and smiles, pulling you into a harder and deeper kiss than before. After a few minutes of his lips on yours he pulls back. “Tommorrow, i want to take you on a proper date” you smile looking up at him before realizing “but-” he cuts you off, “yes i know, ill have you back home so you don't miss the episode of y/f/s (your favorite show) i know you like watching the episodes when if first comes out.” he says smiling down at you. “How did you know that's what I was gonna say?” he just shakes his head, “because I've known you for at least ten years and you always watch it on Saturday nights.” you just roll your eyes because he's right, but you can't stay annoyed long when his hands are around your waist.
“Now, you go sit and watch the movie and I'll cut up the rest of the strawberries and bring them out, you can't be trusted with a knife.” you scoff and roll your eyes. “Yeah yeah king Steve here to save me.” you giggle before pulling him down one last time for a quick peck before turning around and walking away. “You know i shouldn't be surprised” he calls just as you're about to step out of the kitchen. “What?” you question turning around. “Even your lipgloss is strawberry.” he says, smiling at you. “You dork-” you laugh, "don't take too long, the kids will start to question if you're out here much longer.” Then you walk out and into the living room, sitting in the love seat that's normally designated for you and Steve during these movie nights.
“Why do you look like that?” a voice calls to you in a hushed whisper, you turn and see Dustin leaning over to you. “What?” you ask, startled. “One what happened to your hand and two, why do you look like that?” he interrogates “im not sure what you mean but i cut my hand when cutting something up and steve had to help me-” he rolls his eyes, thats the one thing about him- he is incredibly sassy for a teen boy. “Let me guess, you were cutting strawberries..?” you roll your eyes, “yes, now watch the movie-” at this he turns back to the TV as steve walks in with a bowl of popcorn and a smaller one of strawberries, handing you the latter.
Soon you're both curbed up on the love seat with a blanket around you. As the movie credits roll Steve looks to your asleep form and them to the kids who are also out cold. He repositions the both of you and begins to drift off, knowing that you're finally his.
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