chapter two: twisted in bedsheets
pairing: steve harrington x female!reader wc- 6.1k
summary: an all consuming situationship between you & “king” steve harrington.
c/w: porn with a plot 18+, smut, oral f receiving, possessiveness, king steve persona, insecurity, dom!steve, shy!reader, dirty talk, miscommunication, toxic relationship, angst, steve’s mean, some fluff.
You breathed in the scent of him that lingered on the pillow, a hungry gasp to trap the essence of him in your lungs for as long as you could. You curled around the pillow as you laid in the now empty bed, and your body ached in the places he had touched and marked in only places you could see.
Even as the hurt took root in your brain, other parts of you were buzzing in anticipation. You could remember everything, and you remembered the way he spoke. The way his voice became vulnerable when he asked if you wanted him.
You tried to tell yourself it was a lie, a beautiful addicting lie, but you knew how desperate you were to hear it again.
The rest of the weekend passed by in a blur of quiet and empty hours, loneliness seeping into your veins as you talked about nothing while on the phone with your friends and read romance books about a love you don’t know that you’ll ever find.
School felt different now that you were back from the weekend, you were holding a secret from everyone, a secret that was eating at you and making every nerve feel alive. It felt like there was two versions of you. The girl who was on the debate team and rarely spoke unless spoken to, and the girl who let Steve Harrington climb in her bedroom window to fuck her senseless before leaving before the sun could rise.
Steve continued to look untouchable at school, like he had no cares in the world, let alone a secret relationship that involved you. You weren’t sure if you could even consider what was happening with Steve a “relationship”. You’d never actually been in one, and from what you’d read and heard, this sounded nothing like the fairytale people talk about.
He was so good at playing the golden boy, so good at being the king every girl wanted a taste of. Every time you saw him, you were reminded of how you fell into this situation. He was effortlessly charming, yet somehow made himself seem vulnerable all at the same time. Steve wasn’t vulnerable with his feelings, but his eyes made him look like he was. The way they widened and softened when he wanted something, it would make anyone melt, and it did. He used it to his advantage.
It was five days after Steve spent the night that you found the note in your locker after lunch. There was no signature, but you could recognize his handwriting anywhere.
Stop looking so sad. It’s making me want to pull you in a closet right now. Meet me on the corner of your street. 8pm.
It wasn’t a love letter, it wasn’t even close, but the way he worded it made a smile slip on your face. All you could pay attention to was that he wanted to pull you into a closet, because you looked sad. It made you wonder if he was starting to care for you.
You knew deep down that he didn’t.
But that didn’t stop your brain from convincing itself that he did.
The note felt like a tease. It was a reminder that even when he was ignoring you, he was watching. He knew he was living in your head, and the note was just his way of ensuring that he was still the only tenant.
The rest of the afternoon felt like torture. You were practically buzzing in anticipation for tonight, smiling to yourself as you remembered that by eight pm, you’d be with Steve again. You tried to do homework when you got home, but the words all swam together on the page. Every tick of the clock felt like a countdown.
At ten til eight you told your parents you were gonna take a walk, they didn’t question it, they never did. You were the kind of girl who could be trusted, the kind of girl who didn’t lie. At least you were. Now you’re lying to your parents, telling them you’re going for a walk when you know you’ll end up in the backseat of Steve’s BMW.
You waited. And waited. Checking your watch every ten seconds.
Around 8:15 you finally saw the headlights of his car cutting through the darkness down your street. He didn’t pull over, and he didn’t turn the car off either. He let his car come to a full stop in the middle of the street and rolled down the window to the passenger door.
“Get in.” Steve wasn’t looking at you as he said it. It was more of a command than it was a greeting, but you registered it like a sirens call.
He put the car back into drive as soon as you slid into the seat, glancing over at you a few times with his jaw tight.
“You tell anyone?” His voice was flat.
“No, no. Of course not. Why?” You shook your head immediately, with a sort of desperation for him to believe you.
Steve looked back over at you as he continued driving, taking turns a little too fast. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”
Confusion was written all over your face, this was really the first time you and Steve had begun to discuss whatever was happening between the two of you. “But.. why?”
“Because it’s nobody’s business. You think I want people all in my shit? Asking questions?”
He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like if your connection was public knowledge, it would become a source of annoyance for him. You stayed silent for a long minute, processing his words and the tone he said it in.
“That’s the deal. Do you have a problem with that?” His voice became quieter, losing the harsh edge that usually occupied his voice.
“I.. I don’t know. I think I’m confused, on what this is.”
He drove for a few minutes in silence before his car pulled onto a dirt road near the overlook. Steve shifted in his seat to look over at you as soon as the car was in park.
“The deal is.. this. You don’t tell people. I show up. We…” He paused as he let out a long breath. “You know what we do.”
“You mean we have sex.” It was barely a whisper as it left your lips.
It was a blunt, simple term for the relationship between the two of you.
“Yeah. We have sex. Do you have a problem with that?”
He was offering close to nothing. Late nights, physical releases, and absolute secrecy. But something inside of you was certain you could change him. Maybe if you gave enough, if you got him to open up to you in ways that was unheard of, maybe then he’d be yours in the way you wanted him to be.
“No, Steve. I don’t have a problem with it.” You knew you were lying as you said it, but the alternative would be not having him at all, and you were already addicted to the taste of him on your tongue.
A smirk began to form on his lips, it looked like pure satisfaction. “Good.” His hand reached over the center console to brush his finger against your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. “Then stop looking so confused.” He murmured before bringing his lips to yours.
The kiss felt soft at first, his lips barely touching yours before his tongue began tracing the seam of your lips then sweeping into your mouth with pure possession.
“This… it’s simple. You and me. Nobody else needs to know.” His hand slid from your chin to the nape of your neck as his fingers threaded in your hair.
“You.. and me?” It was softer than you intended it to be, full of a hope you didn’t want to speak out loud. It implied a unit, something more than just an arrangement after dark.
“Yeah, baby. You and me.” His other hand came up to trace your jawline with his thumb. “When it’s just us, like this.”
Your eyes were locked on his, shivers going down your spine from his touch. He was so easy to believe, so easy to fall into.
“But out there…. It’s different. You know that, right?” You could see the shift in his eyes, how wide and soft they had gotten. It was hard to tell if it was calculated, or if he was letting his walls down for you.
Steve’s hand reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking the skin in a way that felt too close to affection.
“It’s not because im ashamed or anything. You’re.. you’re gorgeous. You know that.” He tilted your downcast face upwards again, ensuring your eyes were locked onto his, soaking in every word he was saying.
“It’s because of them. Tommy.. Carol.. Ani.. that whole crowd. You know how they are. They’d be all over you, giving you shit and trying to get a rise out of me.”
You nodded, you understood that part at the very least. His friends weren’t generally considered the nicest people in school, and you were sure they would latch onto you if they knew Steve was involved with you.
“This way… it’s ours. It’s better this way. Don’t you think?” He smiled a little, but it was sad.
“You think it’s better this way?” You asked quietly, desperate for reassurance from him.
“Mhm. No one gets to ruin it. I’m trying to protect this, protect you.”
“Protect me?” You couldn’t help the smile that was forming on your face. Protect you. It’s the kind of thing a boyfriend would say. It suggested care, and a claim. His face got even gentler as he continued stroking your cheekbone.
“Yeah. You’re different. You’re not like them.” Steve leaned in again, kissing you in a way you hadn’t experienced from him yet. It was slow and searching, his lips moving against yours in a way that made your head spin. Soft noises were leaving his lips as you kissed back, bringing your hands up to thread in his hair.
“So we keep it quiet? For now.”
“For now. Okay.” Your head filled with possibilities at the two words. For now meant not forever, for now meant just now. Not tomorrow or next week or next month. You weren’t sure when it would end, but you wanted to stick it out. You wanted him to be yours, only yours. You wanted to claim him in public, you wanted him to take you on dates and hold your hand while you crossed the street. You wanted him always.
He smiled as you agreed, it looked genuine and goofy all at the same time, and it made your heart clench. The unguarded expression on his face felt like a reward.
The words went straight to your head, your body feeling warm. It felt like the highest praise coming from him. You nodded, unable to find the words or just unable to speak them. Your throat felt tight. All you could feel was the confusing combination of desire and submission.
He held your gaze for a long minute, his eyes soft as they searched yours before he opened his car door to get into the backseat.
You watched him move and settle in from the passenger front seat.
“Come here.” He reached over for your hand and practically pulled you into the back with him until you were straddling his lap. His hands were roaming your back and hips as he took his lower lip between his teeth. Your hands lightly sat on Steve’s shoulders, shaking slightly with nerves.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you today.” He leaned forward to bury his face in the curve of your neck, and you could feel his mouth begin to trail up to your jaw, leaving shivers down your spine as you melted in his arms from the touch.
You sighed, closing your eyes as your hands gripped tighter onto his shoulders while he laid you down in the backseat, his hand moving to the button of your jeans.
“Relax, baby. Yeah?” Steve’s head lowered, trailing down the fabric of your shirt before pushing it up then kissing the exposed skin of your stomach while continuing to take off your jeans.
Everything was so overwhelming, the feeling of Steve’s lips all over your skin was confusing you as much as it was desiring you. You felt Steve’s fingers hook into the cotton of your panties as he pulled them down.
The first stroke of his tongue against your soaked folds had your back arching off the backseat and your lips parting as your breath hitched.
“St- Steve.. oh god. Oh god.” Your hands flew to grip at his hair, tightening every second to steady yourself as the feeling of his tongue against your pussy took over every nerve.
You’d never gotten head before, and you never imagined it happening like this. The boys you usually dated cared more about their pleasure, and you assumed Steve did too. There was something about the way Steve was relishing in your pussy, something that said he didn’t care about his pleasure at all in that moment. Every stroke of his tongue, movement of his hands and shift of his nose against your clit felt eager. Too eager.
Steve was completely lost in it, lost in the taste of you. His voice was desperate as he muttered against your pussy “Fuck, you taste good. Mmmm, god, can’t get enough.”
He groaned as his hands tightened their hold on your skin, pushing his face in harder as his tongue fucked deeper inside of you.
Steve’s eyes were open the entire time, forcing them to stay on your face as he drank in every single reaction your body was having due to his mouth.
You’d never felt the feeling that quickly filled your thoughts as you looked down at Steve drunk on your pussy. It felt like worship, it was the closest you’d come to feeling worshipped by someone.
But that never lasted for long. As soon as you came, legs trembling as they squeezed his head from where your thighs bracketed his shoulders, He was already maneuvering his body away from you, already wiping his mouth and catching his breath while leaving you breathless in the backseat of his car.
The sensation of his fingers trailing up your sensitive skin left chills down your spine as he pulled your pants and panties back up your legs, assisting you in moving on as fast as he was.
“Wait.. just.. hold on a second.” You said breathlessly, trying to catch up to the speed of his pace.
“Wait for what? It’s late. Gotta get you back.” He said it so obviously, like he never expected either of you to even request extra time together.
He pulled himself back up to the front seat, buckling up and fixing his hair as you followed swiftly, straightening your shirt as you clumsily fell into the passenger seat.
“Well.. can’t we just, I don’t know, talk?”
“What about? What’s there to talk about?” Steve was already putting the car back into drive, impatiently. “We had a good time. Don’t make it complicated.” He sighed in annoyance.
You felt yourself getting defensive, you couldn’t wrap your head around why you couldn’t just talk for a few minutes before immediately needing to go back home.
“It’s not complicated to want to talk! We don’t even have to talk about whatever this is. We could talk about life, or… something.” Your voice felt more uncertain as you rambled.
“Life? What about it. You go to school, work then home. I go to school, play basketball, then go home. Life isn’t all that interesting.”
If you weren’t listening so hard, you probably would’ve missed the slight insecurity in his tone. The way he talked so flatly about life, like there was nothing to look forward to. Like all life was, was high school. You began to wonder if that’s what he genuinely thought. You wanted to show him there was more, that he was more than just being Steve Harrington at Hawkins High.
The car was silent for a minute, both of you unsure how to proceed before you asked gently “What made you get into basketball?”
The question seemed to throw him off. It wasn’t about you, or what just happened. It was about him. It was about his interests.
“My old man.” He let out a soft huff, it seemed to bitter to be a laugh. “He was some hotshot player. Thinks his son has to be one too.”
Steve tapped his fingers against his steering wheel a bit. “Got my first ball when I was like six.”
“Six? I can imagine you, you know, running around with it.” You could feel yourself smiling, it felt so easy to smile around him. You tried to keep your eyes on the road, you didn’t want your smile to fall if you saw his face as flat as it usually is.
Steve kept his eyes on the road too, he was afraid to look over at you. Afraid to see the gentleness and care he knew was in your eyes. He didn’t know what he’d do if he made contact with them. He felt a smile start to form on his face as he heard your response. He shook his head and let out a laugh.
“Could barely dribble the damn thing. Drove my mom nuts. I thought I was so cool” He risked a glance over at you, and saw you also staring at the road like he had been doing. He watched your smile grow and eyes crinkle at the corners as he talked.
“You are cool, Steve.” You said quietly, twiddling with your fingers in your lap.
It felt so sincere to Steve. It didn’t seem like one of the performative comments the boys at school would chant as they pat him on the back, or girls would say as they batted their lashes. It just felt honest, like an observation.
“Yeah, well. It’s just something I’m good at. Not that deep.” He said it like he was trying to brush it off before clearing his throat, trying to mask whatever was going on in his head.
“You ever play? Like, as a kid?” Steve asked softly. You were surprised he asked, surprised he wanted to know things about you. You were fully prepared to let him just talk about himself all night long.
“No. I was more of a bookworm.” You didn’t want to look over at him, but the silence was killing you. Steve knew you weren’t in the popular crowd like he was, but maybe voicing it out loud finally made it sink in for him.
“Maybe you could teach me, if you wanted to.” The words rushed out before you could stop them.
“Yeah? You wanna learn how to shoot hoops?” Steve smirked, and it didn’t feel as forced as normal.
“Maybe. If you’re my teacher”
“Alright. Then I’ll be your teacher.” His hand moved from the wheel to your thigh. Squeezing gently before pulling his arm back. Your cheeks rushed with heat.
The car slowly pulled up to the block that Steve picked you up on just a few hours ago.
“I’ll uh, see you around. Okay?”
You nodded as you began to open the car door before glancing back once.
Steve seemed to grow tense, the easily smile that was on his face was now completely gone.
“Maybe. If I can.” It wasn’t a yes, or a no. It felt like distance was already coming between the two of you forcing him further and further away from you.
“Go. Before someone sees.”
All you could do was nod as you got out of the car and stepped back onto the pavement and took the path back to your house. You could feel his eyes locked on you, it made you terrified to turn around.
The weeks that followed felt too secret to be real. You couldn’t tell if anyone was suspicious or not, all your friends acted normally. You tried to act normal around them, but it was hard. It was hard to be in a room with Steve and not stare at him the entire time. It was hard to pretend you didn’t want his lips on yours, and it was even harder to pretend that your body wasn’t having physical reactions to being near him.
The weekends were usually the same. He’d show up around midnight, maybe later, and tap on your window. He never looked doubtful, like he always knew you’d let him inside. It made you angry, but not angry enough to turn him away.
His eyes captivated you, and the way he pouted his full lips just slightly when you showed any sign of irritation made any negative thought about him vanish.
Sometimes Steve would call in the mornings, these calls made you more confused than anything. The first time it happened was on a Monday, you were getting ready for school when the line rang in your bedroom. It was Steve, and he said he wanted to “wish you a good day at school”. He also wanted to tell you what you should wear.
He seemed to enjoy that. Steve began cataloguing your closet, and telling you what you should wear sometimes. Not in a demanding or controlling way, just in a way that told you he liked how you looked in it, and he wanted to see you in it again.
Steve was the most vulnerable in your room late at night, mostly when he assumed you were sleeping. He’d lean his head down to leave soft kisses on your shoulder while his hand threaded through your hair gently. It was hard to fight back a smile. His head would tilt so he could inhale the scent of your hair and sigh into it. It made your heart clench.
But then you’d wake up, and he’d be gone. The bed would be cold and empty next to you, and it felt like the beginning all over again.
Tonight you were hopeful for some sort of change. Steve’s basketball game had ended just over an hour ago, which meant most students were on their way to a party or some sort. But Steve shouldn’t be. He’d written earlier, and left a note in your locker that he’d come over right after the game. That the party scene wasn’t his thing tonight.
You wanted to believe him, this was the first time he’d ever told you he was choosing you over a party. So you did. You sat, and waited on your bed in the silk pajamas that he always liked to see you in.
He arrived at 10:02, and he was still in his basketball jersey and gym shorts. His hair was still sweaty and his body was glistening. It was clear he didn’t shower.
You sat up immediately when you heard the window slide open “Hey. Um, good game tonight.”
“Hey. Thanks.” Steve said quietly while moving towards the bed.
You smiled a little. “You got here fast. Did you even shower? Did you miss me that much?”
The question was more direct than he would’ve liked. A low deflective laugh escaped him as he stepped closer and rested his hands on your hips to pull you closer. “Sure, baby. Whatever you say.” He murmured in a teasing tone while his lips found the skin of your neck.
His stubble rubbed against your skin enough to cause you to shiver as his thumb came up to press against your lower lip. It always felt as possessive as it did dismissive. You thought it was Steve’s way of ending the conversation, or maybe he was just really into you sucking his fingers. Both would make sense.
His thumb pushed its way into your mouth as you sucked on it, making desperate and performative sounds. “Missed this, though. Fuck. I missed this”
Steve’s teeth gently bit into the side of your neck as you gasped around his thumb and he began guiding your body to lay down on the bed, kissing you with a hunger that was barely being held back.
Your hands came up, pressing gently against his chest as his body was on top of yours. He pulled back an inch to ask breathlessly “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I just wanted to talk for a minute. Tell me about the game.”
Steve slowly pushed himself up and let out a frustrated sigh. “Talk? It was just a game.”
He seemed uncomfortable with the stillness, with the intimacy of sitting together in silence.
“We won. I played alright. It’s over now.”
“Okay. Forget the game then, tell me about your day.” You asked a little frustrated, you didn’t understand why a simple conversation was such a foreign concept to him at times.
“My day? It was fine. Woke up late. Had practice. Then class.” Steve listed off the things he did like he was checking items off a list.
You didn’t know what to say after that. It wasn’t a response that required another response. You let the silence fill the room, unsure on where to go from there.
Steve sighed. “My dad called.” He said abruptly.
“Wanted to know how the talk with some college coach went. I told him it hadn’t happened yet, and he wasn’t very happy.”
Steve glanced up at you, and you could see the slight twinkle in his brown eyes. “Then Tommy wanted to go to the diner after school. But I.. I dunno. Didn’t feel like it. Went home and listened to some records instead.”
He sounded shy as he admitted it, like there was something wrong with staying home alone instead of going out with friends.
“What records did you listen to?” You asked quietly, your hand moving to trace lines up and down his forearm in the darkness of your room.
A smile crept on Steve’s face as he scooted even closer to you “The new Springsteen. Played one side, like, three times in a row.”
His hand came up to rest gently on your hand while you rubbed his forearm, following your rhythm. “What about you? What’d you do today? Besides watch me at the game.” He smirked.
“Homework. Nothing much, really. Just.. waited for this all day.” You tried to hide the giddiness in your tone. You couldn’t lie, all day you had just waited on when you could finally see him.
His voice took on a teasing tone. “Nothing much, hm? Seemed pretty into the game from where I was standing.”
He took ahold of your hand and laced his fingers through yours, holding on lightly. “I saw you. In the bleachers. Biting down on your lip every-time I had the ball. You looked.. nervous. For me.”
Your cheeks felt warm as he spoke, completely unable to play it cool. “You noticed that?”
Your shyness seemed to always please him.
“Mhm. I notice everything about you. It’s kinda hard to notice anything else when you’re in the room.”
You looked up to look him in the eyes, your eyes darting across his face nervously.
“Drives me crazy. In the halls, at the game, in class. I’ll be talking to someone and my eyes can’t help but look for you.”
He shook his head slowly with a frustrated sigh. It was the first time he’d ever admitted thinking about you so often, it was the first time he’d really let you into his thoughts.
“You don’t have it fight it, you know. If you don’t want to.” You said it as soft as possible, they were a challenge to the walls he has built.
“Don’t I? That’s the deal. That’s how it has to be.”
You could see him shutting down, retreating back into his shell as his hand began pulling away from yours.
“Come on what? We’ve been over this. You think I want it like this? Pretending I don’t see you?” Steve stood up, pacing back and forth as he talked with his hands. He was getting frustrated, the same way he always did when you brought up the secrecy of your relationship.
“I’m sorry, No, i didn’t mean it like that. I just meant-“ You were panicking now a little bit, so you stood up with him and grabbed onto his arm, kissing his bicep.
“Don’t. Don’t apologize. Just.. Stop talking.” Steve sighed, turning his head so his cheek brushed against your hair then shifted to stand in front of you, brushing his fingers over your lips again.
“Just.. be here. With me. Right now.”
You just nodded, running your hands down his arms and holding onto him. “Okay. I’m here. I’m here, Steve.”
His hands were everywhere, pulling your nightgown up over your hips and dipping his head to make out with the skin of your neck. It felt like showing any vulnerability made him hungry, it made him desperate to erase the softness with the roughness of his physical touch.
Steve walked your body backward until you were falling down onto the bed with him above you. His hands grabbed at your wrists, holding them up and above your head with one hand.
You were arching your body as much as you could, pressing up into him and making desperate whines and whimpers that were traveling straight to his dick.
His hand on your wrists was tightening as he watched you beg with your body.
Steve flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach, pulling you up onto your knees by your hips. He had you positioned exactly how he wanted. Your cheek pressed against the mattress as your knees dug into the edge of the bed, your wrists behind your back being held together by his hand, and your back arched up as far as you could push it.
Steve loved toying with you before fucking you, he loved teasing you just to see how much you would take before taking some sort of initiative.
“Fuck, look at you.” Was all he could manage as you heard him pull down his shorts and yank off his jersey.
Steve fucked you the same way everytime, each time it felt like he was trying to brand himself onto you. There was no softness or slowness. It was rough, and dominating. He wanted to overwhelm you, overstimulate you until you were a trembling mess under his fingers.
It was when you felt most his to him.
You laid down next to him afterwards, wrapping your legs around his to tangle them together while his arm found its way around your shoulders. Your hand was beginning to gently trace through the chest hair that went across his sternum.
You and Steve were both quiet, letting the silence of the earlier intimacy hang in the air as he ran his fingers down your spine. It felt like he was tracing shapes, or maybe writing letters.
Steve turned his head to kiss your temple then whisper on your skin the words that always came after. The words that always extinguished your hope. “I should probably go soon.”
You should’ve known they were coming, they always did, yet you were surprised every-time.
“Stay.” You said softly against his chest, your ear still pressed against where his heart is.
“Steve, just this once. Please” You were pleading at this point. His eyes were darting all across your face, and all he could see was the hopefulness that was shining in your eyes.
“What if someone sees my car? Tommy or someone could drive by…” It was a dumb excuse, but normally he didn’t make excuses. Normally he said no, and he left.
“Would that be so bad?” Your voice felt small, you felt vulnerable asking this from him while you were still naked, wrapped around him like he was a life raft.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Steve sighed “It’s complicated. You know it’s complicated.”
“Stay. Be here in the morning just this once. Everyone will be hungover from the party anyways”
Steve looked like he wanted to fight it, he looked like he wanted to create another excuse or find some other stupid reason as to why he had to leave. But Steve couldn’t stop looking at the way you were curled against him. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from your eyes that were full of a vulnerable hope that matched the feelings he wondered about sometimes in the darkness of his own room.
It wasn’t about staying the night, and it wasn’t about waking up alone. It was about having someone. It was about the safety of knowing they would be there when you woke up, because they wouldn’t have to hide it. Because it would be natural to love you. Steve felt like he wanted the same thing sometimes, deep down when he could allow himself to just be Steve, without the crown attached.
Steve wanted someone to love him, he wanted to be loved. He fantasized about finding someone who could love him enough to create a family with him.
He’d grown up with the idea that love wasn’t found in relationships or marriage, but in work and popularity. To run a family business, to be captain of the basketball team, and to be the most popular guy in school. To be the king.
Steve knew the type of love you were willing to give him was the type of love he craved, he just didn’t know how or if he could give that back to you.
But the thought of having it at all made his resistance crumble.
“Okay. Okay. Just this once” His body shifted, his arm pulling you in closer to his body as he nuzzled his head on top of yours.
You couldn’t help the excitement that was bubbling inside of you. You asked him to stay, and he said he would stay. This had to have meant something, right? It had to mean he was feeling deeper than he did originally, which meant maybe he would change his mind?
Your brain was full of hope and possibilities due to the fact that you’d wake up in the morning next to Steve. You’d wake up still wrapped around the length of his body. You’d get to hear his sleepy voice and see how perfect his hair is after a nights sleep. You began leaving soft playful kisses up his jawline, a soft giggle coming out of you.
The sound caused his body to stir and he looked down at you with a sleepy smile on his face.
“I’m just.. I’m happy.” You said softly, running your fingers over his cheekbone.
“Yeah? Me too, princess.”
You laid awake for what felt like hours, just listening to him breathe steadily. You were afraid. You were afraid that you’d wake up and he’d be gone, and it would’ve been just another broken promise.
Eventually sleep claimed your body too, tucked in safely inside of Steve Harrington’s arms.
When you woke up, he was facing you. He looked perfect. His hair was a mess, falling over his forehead and into his eyes. He looked peaceful as he blinked his eyes open with a sleepy smile.
“Good morning, princess .” His voice was rough from sleep, and his arm tightened around your waist to pull you closer so there was no extra space between the two of you.
The way he was looking at you all sleepy and soft felt like a promise.
Summer was just a few weeks away. No more hallways, no more performing for an audience.
A fragile hope was forming in your chest, the belief that he might want you as more than a secret. More than someone to sleep with at nighttime.. All you wanted was for him to smile at you in the sunlight too.
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