Providing Protection | Steve Harrington
Dustin enlists Steve Harrington to protect his older sister from the douche bags of Hawkins High. It turned out much, much differently then he was expecting.
Rating: PG-13, a bit steamy but no smut.
Pairing: Stever Harrington x Reader, Dustin Henderson x Sister!Reader
A/N: Now excepting Stranger Things requests!
You were Dustin’s older sister, and though the young boy would never admit it, he looked up to you more than anyone. Aside from Steve Harrington maybe.
More than anything Dustin wished he could protect you against the assholes of Hawkins high. But much to his dismay, he was only a middle schooler, a short one at that.
So he enlisted the help of his newfound friend, Steve Harrington. He specifically told Steve to watch out for you at school. And that if anything ever, and he meant ever, happened to you, Dustin would beat the shit out of Steve with his own nail covered baseball bat. And he would like every second of it.
Never had Steve taken a threat from Dustin so seriously in his life. It did help that you were drop dead gorgeous, and he’d been searching for an excuse to talk to you since he broke up with Nancy.
And he finally had it. Your little brother would kill him if he didn’t.
That was exactly how you ended up making out with Steve in the back of his car in your driveway. Minus a few steps of course.
Apparently Steve’s idea of “looking out for you” was seducing you. And it worked, because there you were, in the back seat of his car, out of breath as Steve left cherry colored marks down your neck, grinning proudly everytime you let out a soft moan.
Your head was thrown back against the seat, back arched into Steve as he sucked a new mark into your soft skin.
Your fingers were threaded through his thick hair, tugging everytime he did something that you especially liked.
You were knocked out of your lust induced trance by a loud bang on the back window of the car. Steve’s head snapped up, and you swore you could see the blood drain from his face, even in the dark of the night.
“Shit.” He hissed, pulling his red tshirt back over his head. You honestly couldn’t even remember ever discarding the piece of clothing.
“You’re so fucking dead Harrington!” You heard Dustin yell from outside the car, shaking the door handles in an attempt to get in. You had never been more glad that Steve decided to lock the doors.
The last thing you needed was your brother seeing you flustered and shirtless after a wild hour or so at the mercy of his new found mentor and friend.
Steve stepped out of the car with a bright blush on his pale cheeks, hiding your half naked form from the wide eyes of Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike.
You quickly pulled on a hoodie of Steve’s that was discarded on the floor of the car and stepped out beside him, smiling sheepishly at your glaring brother.
“What the hell is this? I told you to protect her, Harrington. Not screw her in my driveway!” Dustin yelled, pointing at the red faced boy.
“And you.” He sneered, pointing in your direction. “I can’t believe you’d prostitute yourself to this manwhore.”
You gasped at his words. “He-he’s not a manwhore. And I’m not ‘prostituting’ myself you idiot. He didn’t pay me to makeout with him. I did that all on my own.”
Steve smirked at your statement, placing his hand on the small of your back. Ever since he’d gotten to know you, his affections had grown even stronger.
Steve guessed he had Dustin to thank for your new found relationship if tou cohld even call it that.
“Hey, hey, hey. I like your sister dude. That’s all there is to it. No manwhoring, no prostitution, just a crush.” Steve defended himself, bringing you closer into his side.
“I wouldn’t call fogging up the windows of your car in my driveway a little crush.” Dustin muttered under his breath.
“You have a crush on me?” You question teasingly, poking Steve in his stomach lightly.
“I’d be crazy not to.” He grinned, pulling you in for a light kiss.
“I’m still standing right here! Could you please try not to mount my sister while I’m in the vacinity. Thanks.”
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