Hii! Can I request Steve x petite reader:) I always see ppl saying “oh Steve’s an ass guy Steve’s a boob guy” I’ve got a flat chest and little booty and I’d love to read about small guy love:’)
Body Better Steve Harrington x petite!reader
wc: 1.1k. warnings: reader is afab/petite, talks of body issues and theme of body dysmorphia, allusions to nsfw content (steve gets hard but no smut
Walking around Hawkins mall, all you could see were girls your age, some older, fitted in lycra and leotards. Their figures were just like that of those women on the cover of cosmopolitan or teen vogue. Although you’d never really thought of yourself as particularly unattractive, it sucked to see that this was not a beauty fad you could participate in, whether you wanted to or not.
What deepened those insecurities was thinking about Steve. He was once “King Steve” after all and you often found yourself wondering if you could truely meet his expectations, despite the many months you’d been dating.
As the summer months approached you decided to clear out your wardrobe and make some room for newer pieces. Steve had been the one suggest that the two of to go on a date at the mall so you could try on some pieces for him.
“Come on It’ll be fun.” His warm eyes gazed up at you, pleading like a puppy dog.
You were reluctant, shopping for clothes that properly fit you was hard and time consuming and you didn’t want to bore Steve.
“Im a really indecisive shopper.” You pass off to try and get Steve to back out.
“Well, that why i’ll come with you.” He moved from the spot on your bed he was laying on to circle round to where you were standing, gently grabbing your hands that were twitching nervously from your side and held them with his much bigger, much warmer hands.
“I promise if it’s too much we can leave.”
With this you reluctantly agreed, not wanting to turn him down when he was being so kind, plus you really needed new clothes now.
The mall was packed. Going on a Saturday at lunch was probably not the most thought out idea, but Steve didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he held your hand tight, pulling you closer to his chest to weave you through the crowd.
“Where to first, Baby” You felt his breath by your neck, the nickname and his closeness sending butterflies to your stomach.
“Umm, well I really need to get new shorts.”
His face lit up with excitement. “Levi’s?” He practically beamed.
The incoming crowd had fizzled out by the time you made it into the store. Looking around the shop, your mind came to the conclusion that nothing would fit you, or at least not in the way it fitted the models positioned around the store on massive posters.
“These would look great on you.” Steve announced proudly, holding up a pair of blue denim shorts.
Before you could get a word out you were interrupted by the sales assistant.
“Can I help you with anything?” Her smile was meant nothing but kindness, but looking over her body you felt a wave of instant nausea hit you. The way she was slim in all the right places, with perfectly round breasts and an ass that filled out her shorts so well, the shorts Steve currently had in his hand, caused a wave of jealousy to boil in your stomach.
Your mind instantly wondered to Steve, if he too took notice of her perfect figure. Looking over, Steve was still fiddling with the shorts, completely unaware she was even standing there .
“Hmm, maybe not this pair, the threads loose, but I guess you could cut it.” His gaze met yours when he looked up, taking immediate notice of your expression.
“You okay?” He asked, dropping the shorts and caressing your arm with his free hand.
“Yeah.” You let out breathlessly before turning your gaze to the sales assistant waiting patiently. “We’re all good, thank you for offering.” With that she smiled, and walked away, hips swaying behind her.
God your life was such a joke. You didn’t even want to go shopping now, too fixated on your appearance to be thinking clearly.
Steve continued to ruffle through the pile of shorts before letting out a satisfied noise.” “Aha!, see these are much better.” He handed the pair to you.
Smoothing over the fabric you took notice of the fact Steve had gotten your size right.
“Want to try them on?” He offered, directing you towards the change rooms.
You nodded timidly, just wanting to get it over and done with at this rate.
After pulling the shorts on and inspecting your body, you could already tell you hated them. They fitted sure, but they didn’t look right.
“Are you finished?” Steve asks curiously, not wanting to rush you but obviously concerned with how long you were taking.
“Yeah.” Breathing out, you try to keep your breath steady and stop yourself from crying.
“That doesn’t sound very enthusiastic, can I see them?”
You pull yourself back from behind the curtains, revealing yourself to Steve. His eyes immediately drop to your thighs, face slowly glowing a light tone of pink.
“They’re…short.” Is all he can muster up.
“Well, they are called shorts.” The embarrassment of standing in front of your blusing boyfriend takes over so you try to step back into the dressing room. Before you can, his warm hands encompass your hips and pull your body down, placing you in his lap.
“You are so beautiful.” He beams up at you, eyes filled with adoration.
“Be serious Steve, these shorts don’t suit me, nothing does, I’m too-“
“To what?” Steve questions. “Too beautiful, too sexy?”
“Steve.” You feel the blush creeping from your face down to the back of your neck and all over your chest. He was always complimenting you so unabashedly.
“Your never ‘too anything’ okay, just because you don’t look like the models doesn’t mean I don’t want you, because god baby, I want you so bad.”
No matter how deep you find your insecurities, Steve always manages to pull you out of your own head.
“Steve-” You call once again.
“Don’t ‘Steve’ me, I’m telling the truth.” He grins.
“No I’m-, I don’t think this is the place to have a semi right now.” You shift your weight, drawling his attention to his growing issue.
“Ah- right.” His pride quickly turns to shame as you pull yourself off his lap, allowing for him to readjust himself.
“So you’re getting those right?” He asked sheepishly, hand rubbing at the back of his neck.
Turning your gaze back to the mirror behind you, you take in your body one more time. This time you can see the beauty in it.
Steve pays for the shorts, infact he pays for another two pairs as well to ‘make sure you have a wide selection’.
Because if there’s one thing about Steve, it’s that he loves his girl regardless of her size or shape, he just wants someone he can love on.