when you met steve, you, for some odd reason, told him you couldn’t swim. you thought it was funny to see his eyes bulge out of his face as you… embellished. you told a long sob story that had him gasping while you and robin shared looks at each other, laughing at his naivety.
but then… someone’s having a graduation party down by lover’s lake and everyone’s dressed up real nice. robins wearing a dress she borrowed from your closet, pulling at the ends nervously as she talks to vickie.
meanwhile, you and steve chat nearby, admiring dear, love struck robin. but, you’re bored and a little tipsy so you tiptoe closer to the pier, calling out a teasing “hey stevieeee, look at me!! ooo i’m so close to the edge!” just to see him freak.
but he doesn’t, he only lets out an exasperated “c’mon, stop playing. don’t be a dingus.” (while his palms sweat and hands clench)
“uh oh stevie! look how close to the water i’m getting! looks like we need a lifeguard!” you tease, laughing as his eyes burn holes into you, watching your every move. you do some faux-trust falls over the edge, enjoying the way his eyes widen as he paces towards you slowly.
you grab the end of your pretty little summer dress, playing with the flowy ends as you let out a cartoonish damsel-like sigh. “if only there was a lifeguar- oh!” but your heel ventured past the piece of wood and there you were - actually falling back into the lake and grabbing the air in panic.
steve yelps, heart clenching as he remembers for a split second your conversation about not being able to swim. he can’t even consider pulling his dress shoes or button down off- he sprints down the rest of the short dock and dives right in…
and that’s why you two re-enter the party. fancy clothes completely soaked, sticking to your bodies. hair wet and falling in front of your faces. shoes squishing onto the pavement. a dopey smile on your face. and a scowl on steve as he thinks about how you really can swim.
steve is the type of boy to genuinely not be able to handle his crush on you. plus… cuteness aggression too.
like he definitely tried to channel his inner king, flirty steve around you but his stomach his flipping so bad so when you’re looking up at him, eyes all big, lips parted, cute teeth peeking through your pretty lips… he can’t fucking take it.
“stop making that stupid face” he mumbles down at you, having to clench his hands with how much he wants to grab you and kiss you.
“what?” you ask sadly. and steve nearly shits himself when your pretty face pouts.
“NO! n-no! i - i mean-“
“stupid face? that’s mean steve” you say, shutting yourself off immediately.
“NO! god no! it’s just- agh!” he pulls at his hair, embarrassed at his babbling. “it’s just… you’re so… fuck!”
you catch on now. you see it in his cute blush and frantic puppy eyes. “i’m so… fuck?” you ask, tilting your head.
and then he really explodes, nearly falling to his knees. completely overwhelmed at the sight of you.
“oh my god,” he mumbles under his breath, completely humiliated as he wills his knees to stop trembling at the sight of you.
summary: a short and sweet one about reader getting her period and Steve being cute
note: this is a repost because the last one flopped terribly ):
“Hey doll,” Steve greeted when you answered the phone.
“Hi,” you replied dimly, not having the energy to reciprocate his sweetness whenever your stomach was cramping and you were literally bleeding.
“Can I come over?” he hums, twirling the phone cord between his fingers.
You grimaced behind the phone. of course you wanted Steve to come over but you didn’t feel your best right now. Your period made you so lethargic and moody despite the comfort that Steve’s entire being brought you.
When you didn’t respond, Steve spoke lightly, “Sweetheart, lemme come over, yeah? I know you’re on your period - I’ll bring a movie and snacks and anything you want. I just wanna see you.”
Steve’s words shocked you, leaving you momentarily mute. Steve knew you started your period?
“How’d you know I started?” You questioned, though your body heated up at the thought of Steve caring that much for you - at knowing you so intimately without you even knowing.
Steve was immediately flustered at having been caught. He hadn’t even realized the words had left his mouth.
“Stevie?” You snickered at his silence.
“Hu- Wha- No! Pshhh, nah,” Steve stuttered, pulling at his hair.
“Steve…”
He groaned through the phone, blushing furiously. “Can I come over or not, sweetheart?”
He was only met with your giggles on the other side of the phone. “Yes! I track your period - Duh! Can’t have my lady hurting without me knowing. ” He huffed over the phone, tone speaking as if it was common information.
“You’re cute, Steve Harrington,” you gush, making him blush more if that was even possible. He wanted to roll his eyes at himself. You called him cute a billion times before but it always makes his stomach flip and body tingle and head spin - Keep it together, geez.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you in 20 - Love you,” he feigned annoyance as he hung up. He let out a long exhale.
To be honest, Steve had been on edge all day. When he woke up and got ready for his shift, he peered at the date on the calendar and saw his terrible handwriting depict that your period was starting today. His heart wept for you as he got ready. He was basically dressing himself and fixing his hair on autopilot - thoughts too consumed with images of you cramping and pouting and being miserable.
Steve knew how bad your period could be. Even before you two started dating, he knew. He could tell when you were extra cuddly with Robin on movie nights, pouting into her as she leaned her head against yours. Or when you would snap at Dustin or one of the kids and immediately regret it - face going all sad and sweet in a way that Steve couldn’t handle. He could especially tell when you cried on movie nights - so overwhelmed when the protagonist has a climactic moment that you cry and laugh wetly when the kids tease you about it (all while tackling you into a hug on the couch).
You were sometimes shy about it, too. Feeling like the relative newness of your relationship hadn’t opened to the gritty, honest details about all bodily functions. He didn’t care though - it wasn’t a gross, bloody period. Rather, it was just… you. Your body, your life, all of it was you and he was so open to the idea of getting to help you through it every month. For the rest of your lives, hopefully, he thought.
He was antsy his entire shift - switching between mindlessly pacing and “casually” asking Robin period questions. It was 3:03 pm when he hung up the phone and he hoped to god that the flowers and snacks he bought you on the way to work weren’t soiled in his car by now.
When he arrived at your place, he nearly pouted at the sight of you answering the door. You donned one of his sweaters (he didn’t even remember if it was his at this point, you wore it so much) and some old, baggy Hawkins High sweatpants. You looked up at him, a crease between your brows as a cramp flowed through you.
He did pout then, wanting to envelop you into a hug forever.
“Hi pretty girl,” he hummed as he kissed your forehead, holding you against him for a moment with one hand as the other held your gifts.
“Missed you,” you hummed back, relishing in how loved you felt right now.
“Missed you more,” he spoke against your lips, pressing a sweet kiss onto you before heading inside.
“You brought me gifts?” You teased, trailing behind Steve as he put everything out on the counter.
He turned around to look at you, a cheeky smirk on his face at your teasing. “What? You don’t want gifts?”
“NO! No! Of course I do, Stevie. Thank you.”
He laughed at your quick reply, suddenly feeling full of love and butterflies at how cute you were.
“‘Course sweetheart. Anything for you,” he smiled, sending you a wink before unpacking the bags.
You watched snacks and candy leave the bag in awestruck silence.
When he pulled out 4 different types of tea, he started speaking. “Yeah, I read in a magazine that tea can help with your cramps, so I got a bunch.”
Your eyebrows shot up in shock once again. “You read in a magazine?”
He groaned, head lolling back as he prepared for more teasing. Rather, you nearly tackled him in a hug, burying your face in his chest as he let out a ‘Oof.’
“I love you, Steve. So much. You’re too sweet for this world, I am so lucky,” you murmured sincerely, looking up at him with those doe eyes that made him swoon.
He blushed deeply as a sheepish smile formed on his lips. “I’m luckier,” he stated, running his hands through your hair just to touch you. You relished in the affection, eyes closing as you basically purred. He kissed your forehead, whispering a quiet, “I love you so much, doll,” against your skin.
Suddenly, you were blinking back tears and Steve was panicking, wiping them away before they could fall.
“Sorry, I just love you a lot. Makes me feel like I’m gonna explode and die,” you say, feeling a bit embarrassed at your tears.
His eyes flickered between yours, eyebrows furrowed as he was now literally swooning at your sincerity. “Alright, alright. No tears and no exploding and dying, sweetheart. Let’s watch a movie, yeah?” He said, voice gravelly as he pushed his own emotions down. You nodded your head and he pressed one last kiss on your forehead before leading you into your living room, hand holding yours tenderly as he looked forward to a lifetime of worshiping you.
Hello love! Could I possibly request Steve Harrington x reader who’s on her period? I am in need of comfort <3
periods (fem!reader x Steve Harrington)
summary: a short and sweet one about reader getting her period and Steve being cute
“Hey doll,” Steve greeted when you answered the phone.
“Hi,” you replied dimly, not having the energy to reciprocate his sweetness whenever your stomach was cramping and you were literally bleeding.
“Can I come over?” he hums, twirling the phone cord between his fingers.
You grimaced behind the phone. of course you wanted Steve to come over but you didn’t feel your best right now. Your period made you so lethargic and moody despite the comfort that Steve’s entire being brought you.
When you didn’t respond, Steve spoke lightly, “Sweetheart, lemme come over, yeah? I know you’re on your period - I’ll bring a movie and snacks and anything you want. I just wanna see you.”
Steve’s words shocked you, leaving you momentarily mute. Steve knew you started your period?
“How’d you know I started?” You questioned, though your body heated up at the thought of Steve caring that much for you - at knowing you so intimately without you even knowing.
Steve was immediately flustered at having been caught. He hadn’t even realized the words had left his mouth.
“Stevie?” You snickered at his silence.
“Hu- Wha- No! Pshhh, nah,” Steve stuttered, pulling at his hair.
“Steve…”
He groaned through the phone, blushing furiously. “Can I come over or not, sweetheart?”
He was only met with your giggles on the other side of the phone. “Yes! I track your period - Duh!” He huffed over the phone, tone speaking as if it was common information.
“You’re cute, Steve Harrington,” you gush, making him blush more if that was even possible. He wanted to roll his eyes at himself. You called him cute a billion times before but it always makes his stomach flip and body tingle and head spin - Keep it together, Harrington.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you in 20 - Love you,” he feigned annoyance as he hung up. He let out a long exhale.
To be honest, Steve had been on edge all day. When he woke up and got ready for his shift, he peered at the date on the calendar and saw his terrible handwriting depict that your period was starting today. His heart wept for you as he got ready. He was basically dressing himself and fixing his hair on autopilot - thoughts too consumed with images of you cramping and pouting and being miserable.
Steve knew how bad your period could be. Even before you two started dating, he knew. He could tell when you were extra cuddly with Robin on movie nights, pouting into her as she leaned her head against yours. Or when you would snap at Dustin or one of the kids and immediately regret it - face going all sad and sweet in a way that Steve couldn’t handle. He could especially tell when you cried on movie nights - so overwhelmed when the protagonist has a climactic moment that you cry and laugh wetly when the kids tease you about it (all while tackling you into a hug on the couch).
You were sometimes shy about it, too. Feeling like the relative newness of your relationship hadn’t opened to the gritty, honest details about all bodily functions. He didn’t care though - it wasn’t a gross, bloody period. Rather, it was just… you. Your body, your life, all of it was you and he was so open to the idea of getting to help you through it every month. For the rest of your lives, hopefully, he thought.
He was antsy his entire shift - switching between mindlessly pacing and “casually” asking Robin period questions. It was 3:03 pm when he hung up the phone and he hoped to god that the flowers and snacks he bought you on the way to work weren’t soiled in his car by now.
When he arrived at your place, he nearly pouted at the sight of you answering the door. You donned one of his sweaters (he didn’t even remember if it was his at this point, you wore it so much) and some old, baggy Hawkins high sweatpants. You looked up at him, a crease between your brows as a cramp flowed through you.
He did pout then, wanting to envelop you into a hug forever.
“Hi pretty girl,” he hummed as he kissed your forehead, holding you against him for a moment with one hand as the other held your gifts.
“Missed you,” you hummed back, relishing in how loved you felt right now.
“Missed you more,” he spoke against your lips, pressing a sweet kiss onto you before heading inside.
“You brought me gifts?” You teased, trailing behind Steve as he put everything out on the counter.
He turned around to look at you, a cheeky smirk on his face at your teasing. “What? You don’t want gifts?”
“NO! No! Of course I do, Stevie. Thank you.”
He laughed at your quick reply, suddenly feeling full of love and butterflies at how cute you were.
“‘Course sweetheart. Anything for you,” he smiled, sending you a wink before unpacking the bags.
You watched snacks and candy leave the bag in awestruck silence.
When he pulled out 4 different types of tea, he started speaking. “Yeah, I read in a magazine that tea can help with your cramps, so I got a bunch.”
Your eyebrows shot up in shock once again. “You read in a magazine?”
He groaned, head lolling back as he prepared for more teasing. Rather, you nearly tackled him in a hug, burying your face in his chest as he let out a ‘Oof.’
“I love you, Steve. So much. You’re too sweet for this world, I am so lucky,” you murmured sincerely, looking up at him with those doe eyes that made him swoon.
He blushed deeply as a sheepish smile formed on his lips. “I’m luckier,” he stated, running his hands through your hair just to touch you. You relished in the affection, eyes closing as you basically purred. He kissed your forehead, whispering a quiet, “I love you so much, doll,” against your skin.
Suddenly, you were blinking back tears and Steve was panicking, wiping them away before they could fall.
“Sorry, I just love you a lot. Makes me feel like I’m gonna explode and die happy,” you say, feeling a bit embarrassed at your tears.
His eyes flickered between yours, eyebrows furrowed as he was now literally swooning at your sincerity. “Alright, alright. No tears and no exploding and dying, sweetheart. Let’s watch a movie, yeah?” He said, voice gravelly as he pushed his own emotions down. You nodded your head and he pressed one last kiss on your forehead before leading you into your living room, hand holding yours tenderly as he looked forward to a lifetime of worshiping you.
Hey! I loved your recent Steve fic but I just wanted to point out that using terms such as flushed or blushed implies that the reader has pale skin, and it isn’t very inclusive. Love your work btw <3
hi! you are totally right! i’m so sorry i’ll edit it right now! whenever i was writing it i literally tried to be mindful of it but it slipped )-: and it makes no sense because i am a not-pale POC lol
thank you for your kind message! i hope i didn’t offend you!
summary: reader doesn't know how to ride a bike. the kids teach her, and steve can't take how fucking cute you are
warnings: slight enemies to lovers, pining, steve is an idiot
You felt like you might just implode with embarrassment right now. The kids were still going absolutely insane around you, hollering and screaming and giving into the silliness of their reactions. You buried your head in your hands, letting out a groan as you brought your knees to your chest and tried so desperately to disappear into the couch.
“WHAT?!” Dustin screamed. “HOW HAVE YOU NEVER LEARNED TO RIDE A BIKE BEFORE?!”
“Oh my god,” you whine into your hands, peeking through your fingers to see all the kids looking at you like you’re absolutely insane. “I don’t know, guys. I just never learned, it was always too scary.”
“WHAT?!” Lucas screamed now, raising his arms in disbelief. “I promise you it’s not that scary at all!”
You groan and groan, wanting to drown out their nonsense and wishing you never said anything. It was a nice evening so far, all the kids and older ones were gathered in Mike’s basement for a movie night. It’s not often that everyone gets to actually feel their age and feel like a kid or teen, so it’s nice to come together for reasons that have nothing to do with monsters and death.
“How have you been in my life this long and I’m only just finding this out?!” Dustin questioned, your cheeks warmed as you realized that your silly little secret will never be lived down.
“Why do you think I’ve driven all you idiots around? Huh? It’s my mode of transportation.” You explain, taking a peek over at Steve who was on the couch across from you. He seemed amused and a bit shocked with the conversation, but the moment your eyes met, he looked away with disinterest. You did your best to keep your expression neutral - to not let the confusion at Steve’s dislike towards you apparent.
It’s been an odd few years with the bunch, but you were there since the beginning. You were the original babysitter; you baby sat all the kids and they all adored you…. But when shit got real and Steve entered the picture and helped fight against all the crazy Upside Down terrors, they gravitated towards him excitedly. You didn’t mind, at least not that much. You and Steve were friendly, at first. He gave you reluctant smiles when the kids greeted him and he engaged in fun conversations with you and he even saved your life a few times, but recently, that friendliness vanished. It was just so… cold.
Nowadays, when you walked into Family Video to gossip with Robin, your excitement vanished at the sight of his near-scowl. You felt silly and bashful when asking for Robin since his replies were to the point and completely free of emotion. It seemed like the relaxed smiles and smirks on his face vanished when you entered a room; his back always straightened up and his jaw always clenched.
Whatever, you thought. Maybe the asshole King Steve is still in there.
In front of you, the boys were still screaming their heads off and animatedly recounting all the times you really didn’t ride a bike with them - when you walked along side or opted to stay inside.
“Are you guys done torturing me? I feel like an idiot having tiny babies pity me,” you say, looking over at Dustin specifically.
Robin laughs, giving you a sympathetic look. “Hey, it’s okay! Sometimes I can barely even stand on two feet.”
Steve snickers but averts his gaze when your attention goes to him.
Internally, he was freaking out. He could feel your gaze on him and he hoped to God that you couldn’t see him flush. He cursed himself in his head, wishing his stupid feelings for you didn’t make him so… reactive. Usually, Steve is composed and suave with a pretty girl, he knows he can make her squirm and blush, but holy fuck - you didn’t give him a fighting chance. From the moment he met you, he thought you were so fucking pretty it made his head spin. But, he couldn’t even focus on how pretty you were because the kids always needed a ride for him or the world needed saving (again).
But, every time he saw you fighting for your life against the demogorgon or from Russian spies, he was overwhelmed with the pathetic need to protect you. Of course, he had that same need towards Robin or Dustin and all the kids, but with you… it was so different. He wished he could put you in a box and ship you far, far away from Hawkins. He wished he could survey your memories and pick out the terrors by hand, leaving you with purity and happiness. He wished he could hold you at night when you have those nightmares you tell Robin about.
And Steve, being the hopeless idiot that he was, had no fucking clue to do with these feelings towards you. I mean, he’s literally only had a few real conversations with you - he’s patched up your wounds more than he’s asked about your life. It was so fucked up. Looking over at you now, seeing you curled up on the couch with scarred hands covering your face, he wished he was in another world. A different one where the Upside Down isn’t real and none of that ever happened and where he wasn’t even King Steve before. Where he could start fresh and meet you somewhere like an ice cream shop or at Dustin’s house where he could properly meet you and tell you how pretty you are.
But he can’t do that. And he especially can’t process his feelings.
Robin admonished him multiple times for the way he acts around you. “You were quite the asshole back there, dingus!” She would say when you would leave Family Video with your head down, flustered at his disposition towards you.
“Leave it, Robin,” he would spit back, running a hand through his hair and wishing he could rip it out. He can’t believe he’s treating you like this! He just can’t help it! You are so fucking overwhelming with your cute little smile and your pretty eyes and that stupid lovely face you make towards someone you love (in this case, Robin) that his body goes rigid and he turns into a robot. A mean one, apparently.
“Why are you so mean to her, huh? Cause a little birdie told me you thought she was really pretty when you first met her,” Robin teases. Steve’s eyes widen in panic, body flushing immediately.
“Dustin told you?!”
Robin shrugs, “Yeah well, he was getting real fucking tired seeing how mean you are to his favorite baby sitter,” Steve chooses to ignore this, “and he told me to talk some sense into you before he comes here to kill you himself.”
Steve is speechless, mind racing as he tries to process this all. Dustin told Robin? Robin knows? Did he tell you? Fuck.
“So why are you like that, huh?” Robin asks, softer now. “It’s weird. You, like, save her life and she saves yours and then you can’t even look at her? You two used to get along.”
Steve’s shoulders sag. She’s right. He feels so stupid as he pushes back tears, willing himself to calm down. He looks up at Robin, his face desperately solemn. “Robin, I dunno. I - I like her. I really do. I don’t know why I fucking act like this. It’s just, she like walks in here glowing and shit and I feel like I need to look away before I ask her to marry me.” He admits, feeling a weight off of his chest. Robin laughs, and offers advice (some awful, some good) for the rest of their shift.
That was 2 weeks ago. And now, sitting across the room from you, Steve’s knee is jumping rapidly and Robin has a knowing smile on her face.
“We can teach you!” Will says, the sweetest smile on his face.
“Yes! We’ll teach you! You’ll be riding in no time!” Mike adds.
“And we won’t let you fall! Like, at all!” Lucas says, excitement clear on him.
You just look skeptically at them all, not really knowing if you want to go through with this. But, before you know it, Dustin is grabbing your hand and dragging you upstairs and outside, demanding Mike to find Nancy’s old bike.
Max takes Lucas’s, insisting that she’ll demonstrate. She hops on and begins explaining how to pedal and stay balanced. “Got it?” She asks, looking at you for confirmation.
“Max, this is humiliating,” you groan down at the younger girl as you avoid eye contact with everyone watching.
She laughs before instructing you to get on Nancy’s bike while Mike holds it in place. All the kids begin instructing you on bike-riding tips, some of their tips being completely contradictory with each other’s.
Meanwhile, Robin and Steve stood nearby, admiring from afar.
“She’s so cute,” Robin sighs, watching as you try to listen to all the kids at once, all while keeping shaky legs on the floor for stability. “She’s like a baby deer, I just want to protect her.”
Steve huffs, feeling jealous but silently agreeing. You did look awfully cute, looking over at everyone with big eyes and a blush on your face.
“So the first thing you want to do is not die,” Mike jokes, but your eyes widen and you begin to dismount the bike.
“Can it, Wheeler,” Steve shouts before he can even think about it. Robin’s eyebrows raise in surprise as she chokes back a laugh. Mike’s grin fades as he retreats to a laughing El.
“Alright, now just sit up and pedal forward, we’re all here to catch you,” Lucas instructs as everyone gives you space to move.
Your eyebrows furrow as your heart races rapidly - why was this scarier that fighting a demogorgon?
Your eyes trail up to see Will and El giving you two thumbs up, making you push back a smile. You look to your right, seeing Robin smiling so widely and nodding her head at you that you want to hide forever - you feel so loved yet so embarrassed. And, of course, Steve looks away, finding interest in a pebble next to his shoe as he crosses his arms.
You let out a deep breath before you pedal forward, hands gripping the handlebars so tightly that your knuckles are red and your veins are protruding.
“Wh-oa!” You screech when the bike wobbles left and right. The kids scream encouragements at you, their echoes trailing as you get farther and farther away from them.
“She’s doing it! Oh my god!” Dustin screams.
“Oh my god! I’m doing it guys!” You scream, but your tone soon fills with terror when you can’t stop pedaling and you’re heading straight for some garbage bins.
All the kids scream, rushing over to you, but Steve’s right in front of them. He grabs you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up as the bike continues forward and crashes into the trash. You’re breathing rapidly as you look at the crashed bike in horror, unconsciously holding onto Steve’s arms around you as you lean back into his chest to get your footing.
“Jesus, are you alright?” He asks, lips right next to your ear.
You lurch forward and out of his arms, feeling a hundred times more mortified now that you realized Steve saved you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you say to him, almost in fear.
His eyebrows furrow. What the hell? What were you even sorry for?
Before he can even ask, the kids crowd around you, telling you how good you were doing and how that happens all the time. You laugh and relish in their unique affection. Steve’s stomach flips at the sight of your smile. His arms feel weird - it was so nice to hold you, to touch you. His body feels weird now that you’re so far away from him.
After a while, everyone retreats inside, declaring the day a success now that you’ve ridden a bike. As he goes down the stairs to the basement, he sees you on a couch, talking animatedly with Robin as everyone else argues over what movie to watch next.
He takes a deep breath before rounding the couch and sitting next to you. Your body tenses up, making his heart break. Is this how terrible he was to you?
“What about you, Steve? Can you roller-skate?” Robin asks, leaning over you to include him in the conversation. His eyes linger on you and the way you don’t even look over at him. He desperately wants to grab you by your shoulders and kiss you all over.
“Uh, kinda, I guess? I’m like a baby giraffe on skates, though,” he answers. You laugh lightly and his stomach flips. He grins.
“I think we should go to the rink! This one here,” Robin nudges your shoulder, “can actually skate without running into piles of shit.”
You scoff and laugh loudly, looking over at her with a grin of disbelief. Steve’s smile gets even bigger at your expression.
“Yeah, well we can’t all be pubescent kids with nothing better to do but ride bikes for hours to weirdo friend’s houses,” you tease, throwing a pillow at Dustin’s head. He shrieks, grabbing the pillow and towering over you in your seated position on the couch. He winds up with the pillow, ready to hit, but Steve launches another one at him. “Alright Henderson, leave the girl alone.”
You laugh loudly, watching the shock register on Dustin’s face, his hair all over the place. Dustin winds his pillow up again, this time to smack Steve, but it hits your face in the process.
“Oh my god, shit-“ Dustin starts to apologize to that look on your face, but you’ve already tackled him to the ground, faux-wrestle-tickling him as he laughs and laughs.
Meanwhile, Steve can’t fucking take it. Your stupid smile and your even stupider laugh makes him want to scream.
Will joins the fight, but him and Dustin just pin you down, tickling you incessantly as you plead for mercy.
“Dustin I’m gonna piss on the floor if you don’t stop!” You scream between gasps, trying desperately to push him away as you laugh and squirm.
“Ew!” Mike groans. “Guys, stop that’s so gross!”
Steve chuckles before he drags the boys off of you, lovingly calling them idiots as he pushes them away.
And there you are. On the floor, chest heaving with warm cheeks. Your hair is prettily splayed out around your face as you sheepishly smile up at Steve and his awestruck look. He can’t even blink - he wants to see you like this forever.
“Uh - here,” he offers his hand to you and you take it with a shy smile. Your stomach flips with how easily he pulls you up and onto your feet. You look over to see Will and Dustin in their own play fight as Max puts on Jaws.
You fall back onto the couch with a huff, and Steve does too, this time much closer than before. His knee grazes yours, but you don’t dare to move your knee away.
“So, you like rollerskating?” Steve asks, feeling stupid but wanting to talk to you. He wants to hear your voice and your sweet laugh.
“Uh, yeah,” you reply, confused as to why he’s suddenly talking to you now.
“C-Can I take you sometime?” He asks, hands clamming up with nerves.
“What?”
“To the rink! To the skating rink! Can I take you?” He asks desperately, eyes wide and pleading.
“Uhm, yeah,” you replied, trying to mask the confusion in your voice. Yet, your stomach was flipping. The prettiest, sweetest boy you had ever seen was asking to take you out. What the fuck?
You were overwhelmed by how close he was. His kind eyes were so large and you could hear the relieved breath he let out. His lips were pulled in a small smile. He was so pretty up close.
Suddenly, you got off the couch and said something about going upstairs for snacks. “M-me too!” Steve added, following you like a puppy but not missing the cheeky smile Robin directed his way.
You were microwaving popcorn with a furrow between your eyebrows, not even noticing Steve was in the kitchen as well. You jumped at the sight of him.
“Jesus, fuck!”
“S-sorry! Just came to help. Snacks, y’know,” he said awkwardly as he rummaged through the Wheeler pantry.
“Why are you being nice, Steve?” You ask softly before you can regret it.
His head whips around to see you looking up at him, hugging yourself in discomfort. His heart ached.
“Wha - I - I,” he was speechless. You caught him, and that sad look in your eye made him want to turn back time and worship you the way you deserved.
“Steve, you’re always so fucking rude to me, but suddenly you’re nice? Asking me to the roller rink? It’s unfair and it makes me feel like I’m fucking crazy. Did I do something to make you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you! Like, at all!,” he answers quickly. His thoughts were racing.
“Well it fucking feels like it,” you huff, looking over at him accusingly. He wants to fold into himself and hide from those terrible looks you give him. The worst part is, this is the first time he’s seen looks like those on your face. You’ve always been so fucking nice to him despite how awful he’s been. You’ve been patient and curious and kind and nervous. But never like this.
He squeezes his eyes shut, unable to look at you any longer. He leans against the counter before taking a deep breath and looking right at you. “I - I like you. Like, a lot.”
Shock and confusion fall over your face before you cover it with your hands. Steve’s sweating by now, hands shaking and body pulsing. But when he realizes you’re crying under those hands he think he might faint.
“That’s so cruel, Harrington. I feel fucking crazy,” you squeak out, embarrassedly wiping your eyes without making eye contact.
“No! Oh god, no please,” his heart breaks as he walks over to you. You looked so small. “I’m serious, I do like you. Like, I’m stupidly crazy about you.” He admits, but you just curse under your breath.
“Y/n, please, I promise. I’m a fucking idiot who doesn’t know how to process feelings, and I don’t know, I started having these feelings for you and I’ve never felt them before with literally anyone, so I thought I’d push them away, but I just pushed you away.” He rants, eyes flickering rapidly between your teary eyes when you look up at him. “I was so mean, and I am so sorry. I don’t know why I’m such an idiot sometimes, but you just have that smile and those eyes and you always smell really good and the kids love you and Robin loves you and you were so cute on that bike, and God! I just - I really like you!”
You don’t know what to say, but he’s breathing heavily from his words, relief flooding his body as he shakes with anticipation at your reply. He so desperately wants you to like him, it terrifies him.
“This isn’t first grade, Steve. You could have told me,” you say, voice croaky from crying. He smiles, so relieved that you didn’t curse him out or tell him you hate him. He laughs at your words.
His hands come up so so slowly to cup your warm cheeks, brushing the tears away. It felt so good, holding you. His stomach was flipping and twirling and everything in between. “I know. I’m sorry. You just make me so stupid.” He says, making you laugh. He smiles at the fact that he made you laugh.
After a few moments, you speak up. “I - You’re gonna have to earn my trust back.”
He pulls a strand of hair behind your ear, shivering at the way it feels to touch you, to caress you. “I know. I’ll work to earn it back forever if that’s what it takes.”
You blush at his endear words, feeling taken aback at his honesty.
“This is weird - you being nice to me,” you admit.
He nods his head, feeling guilty. “I know. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll be so nice it’ll be disturbing.” He says, wanting to kiss you so badly.
You laugh, nodding your head before getting on your tip toes. His heart pounds, eager to feel your lips.
You kiss his cheek, pulling away with a sheepish smile. It’s not what he expected, but holy shit. You were the sweetest thing he had ever known. He felt lightheaded and could still feel your pretty lips on his cheek. He looks down at you with doe eyes, blushing profusely. You shyly avert your gaze, heading back to the basement before he can see just how flustered you were. His hand holds his cheek in shock as he watches you go.
You both sit back down on the couch, no snacks in hand, but now touching from thigh to knee with dopey smiles on your faces.
note: i really hope yall like this - u guys went absolutely rabid for pt 1 and i loved it
part one
“W-what?” Steve stuttered. You’ve never seen his face flush so quickly.
Honestly, you had no idea what has gotten into you. You were never so forward, especially with Steve - it was his job to be flirty and suggestive. But the situation was just so perfect, and facing death multiple times has taught you to just say ‘fuck it’ to your feelings for Steve. You’ve loved him for years, so saving the world with him and the kids that he adores so much made your heart double in size. You had your apprehensions about his feelings towards you but the tent in his pants confirmed it, and now he was here, blushing and trembling under your gaze.
“You next?” You ask again, your grin growing wider as he blinks slowly, trying to take in this situation.
“Uh, uhm, y-yeah, s-sure” he stammered, but he didn’t move - he was still above you, sitting back on his heels, thighs on either side of yours. He was so, so close; you could feel the heat radiating off of him.
You stared at him, laughing a little as you tugged the hem of his shirt, “Steve, you have to get off of me so I can help you.” He looked down at your hand pulling his shirt, letting out a small gasp before he nearly jumped right off of you.
“OH - oh, yeah yeah yeah, sure, gotcha!” He stammered again, you almost started to pity the poor, nervous boy. As much as you loved his cocky self, you loved this side of Steve.
You sat up and slid off the bed, standing against it as he looked over at you with his doe eyes. “Okay Steve, you can lay down,” you said gently.
He slowly laid himself down on the bed, breathing deeply as he prepared for what was about to happen. Your stomach flipped, here was Steve - all laid out for you. You admired his arms, broad back, and luscious hair. For a moment, you wondered what it would be like to pull it - what face he would make, what sounds would leave his mouth.
You slowly crawled over to him and lightly sat yourself on top of his butt. “This okay, Stevie?”
“Mmhmm, yup,” he said into the bed sheets, laying face down on his forearms. He held back a moan as you let your weight sit on him, pushing him and his bulge farther into the bed.
“Okay, can I touch you now?” You asked, hovering your hands over his back. He could almost feel your touch, back tensing at the thought of your lovely fingers on him.
“Yes! Y-yup, yeah,” he replied, trying to stay cool.
You slowly put your hands on the middle of his back, applying steady pressure down. His eyes closed and lips parted, reveling in your touch. He thought he might come just like this.
You pushed down with all your strength for a quick moment, feeling his joints pop under your palms. He let out a quiet, almost embarrassed moan. “H-how’s that? Does it hurt?” You asked, rubbing the spot you just popped. You were blushing now.
“Feels so good,” he replied breathily, swallowing thickly.
“Okay, good,” you replied, pushing down harder in different spots. His back popped and cracked. “You’re doing so good, Stevie,” you praised. His back tensed at your words as his eyes scrunched up. “S’okay, I’m almost done.”
Steve felt overstimulated. All he felt was you. Your thighs, spread around his, sometimes squeezing him when you pushed down hard. Your butt, right on top of his - soft, he just knew it was soft - as your tiny sleep shorts rubbed against his jeans from the pressure. Your hands, so delicate, pushing and gliding across his back in a way that made him want you to never stop and to touch him all over. And your breath, lightly hitting the back of his neck, but making his dick twitch.
You re-positioned yourself one last time and pushed down hard, making him grunt at the thought of you bent over him like that. His back popped and he sighed as you sat back on your heels - he already missed you. “How was that?” You asked, breathing a bit heavily.
He collected himself and turned over onto his back, just as you did earlier.
There you were, sitting over him - right over his cock - in your sleep shirt that definitely was stolen from his closet and cute little silk shorts. Your hair fell in your face and your lips parted as you steadied yourself and looked down at him with your eyes hooded. Steve didn’t reply to your question, he only admired you, taking deep breaths as he soaked in everything about you.
After a while, he reached out towards you, silently taking the hem of your shirt between his fingers. Your heart flipped, praying to god that Steve was doing what you hoped he was doing. He looked up into your eyes, searching for something - anything. You took the hem of his shirt into your fingertips in response, looking right back into his eyes. The tension in the room was palpable - it was only you, him, the light sounds of your breaths, and the loud thump of your hearts.
You bit your lip lightly, and he took that as permission - as you wanting him too - to slowly pull you by your shirt down to him and his eager lips. You complied, bending down over him until you were chest to chest. His eyes scanned your face - he was nearly cross-eyed with how close he was now. You could feel his breath on you and you shook with anticipation: this was really fucking happening. His hair was splayed out prettily around his head as you rested lightly on your forearms. His hands moved down to your waist, squeezing for a second before they rested on your hips, urging you to press down and put your weight on his dick. You gasped lightly at the feel of his bulge; his pants rough against your soft shorts, but it felt so so good.
His chin tilted up towards you, inhaling your pretty little gasp. You closed your eyes as his bottom lip touched yours, so so slowly, giving you time to pull away or scream or run. But you didn’t, you only shivered on top of him, wanting to taste him so badly.
He kissed you then, a fraction of a kiss as he tested the waters. His head spun; you were so delicate on top of him, your soft lips pressing against his, waiting for more. He kissed you harder and harder - each kiss feeling more and more excited. He couldn’t believe it - he was finally kissing you.
You pushed your chest into his as your tongue peeked out to touch his lips. His chest rumbled as he wrapped his arms around you - needing you closer, wanting to devour you. You two kissed and kissed and when you wrapped your fingers in his hair and touched his tongue with yours, he pulled away breathlessly and looked at you.
“You trying to make me come in my pants?” He asked with a dopey smile on his face.
You laughed brightly, face flushing. Fuck, he loved you. He wanted kiss you and squeeze you and make you laugh forever. He quickly tackled you and switched your positions, placing you under him and nearly screaming with joy at the sight of your pretty eyes looking up at him expectantly.
He laughed, too. Shaking his head in disbelief at the sight of you. You ran your hands through his hair again, pulling it out of his face to properly see him. His stomach flipped.
“I’ve wanted this - wanted you - for so long,” he says honestly, rubbing his thumb across your flushed cheeks.
“Me too, Steve. I want you so badly,” you reply, looking into his eyes.
He wants to cry and scream and jump up and down. But he doesn’t; he only lowers his face down, kissing you softly, sweetly. “I’ve thought about this, about you every day - every night.” He admits, moving to kiss your neck so you won’t see his blush.
You soak in his words and touch, feeling like you’re floating. “Steve,” you pant, not really knowing what you want to say; you couldn’t figure out how to put your feelings into words.
He pulls away, gaze flickering between your eyes. “You’re so fucking pretty. An angel,” he says so earnestly that you just have to believe it.
You smile, “I can’t believe Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington himself just called me pretty.”
He laughs and rolls his eyes before he dives down to kiss you again, harder this time. You moan against him as he grind down against you, wanting any sort of friction - anything from you. You tangled your fingers in his hair again, loving the taste of him.
As one arm held him up above you, his other hand wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you in place so he can devour you. Though, after a while, it travelled lower and lower as your stomach flipped and he still kissed you. Finally, his fingers toyed with your waistband.
“Is this okay?” He asked, kissing your cheek.
“Mmhmm, yeah,” you nodded eagerly.
“Can I touch you?” He asks, panting. His pants tightened at the thought of getting to touch you. This right now, this was enough - more than he could ever dream of - but fuck, he wanted to touch you, wanted to make you feel good.
“Yes, please,” you breathe out, watching as his hand disappeared into your shorts. He rubbed you over your underwear, studying your face as you closed your eyes and moaned.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty - so sexy,” he moaned, rubbing you harder.
“M-more Steve, touch me,” you begged.
He groaned at your words as his hand dived under your underwear, one finger slowly collecting your wetness. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Is this for me? You feelin’ good sweetheart?”
You just nod your head, grinding against his hand as he rubs you harder, repeating his actions when you twitch and squirm and let out pretty sounds.
“Yeahhhh, you’re feelin’ good, aren’t you? Steve’s gonna take care of you,” he boasts, ego flying high as he takes in just how good he’s making you feel.
“Don’t get cocky,” you say between moans, looking up at him with a smirk.
“What? You don’t like it? Want me to stop pretty girl?” He threatens, pulling his hand away with an even bigger smirk on his face.
“No!” You beg, reaching for his bicep. He only laughs, kissing you sweetly at your eagerness. He wanted you like this, under him forever. He really just wanted you forever.
“S’what I thought, sweetheart,” he says before rubbing your clit hard and fast, breathing in your moans as he watches your face.
You arch and arch your back until you’re coming underneath him, moaning in ecstasy and relief. He continues rubbing you, even past your relief until you’re squirming under him and trembling as you push his hand away from you quickly. You both laugh lightly before he kisses you, though you’re still coming down from Cloud9.
You’re both breathing heavily against each others mouths. “I want you, Steve. All of you.”
His breathing shivers, “Yeah? You sure? W-we can stay like this… I can keep touching you, forever,” he offers sweetly.
You shake your head. “Fuck me, Steve,” you say a bit nervously.
He moans then, right in front of your face before kissing you hard. His lips were so soft and wet against yours, it was intoxicating. He broke your kisses to lift your shirt over your head, mouth forming an ‘O’ shape when he saw you were braless. Fuck.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, placing his hand on your soft tummy before trailing it up, up, up to your nipple slowly. His thumb lightly grazes it and his pants tighten impossibly more as you arch into him, licking your lips. “T-this is crazy. You’re so beautiful. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” he admits. You blush as he just runs his hands over you in disbelief, amazed at how soft you were and even more amazed at the scars that littered your body from the Upside Down and saving the world. He pouted a bit as his fingers traced them while you blushed and averted your gaze. “So fucking perfect, sweetheart,” he says, looking right at you.
He continued groping you, just because he can, just because he finally can touch you and see you in all your glory. “You too, Stevie,” you ask, pulling at his shirt. He nods his head, looking at you with doe eyes, signaling for you to take it off of him. You sit up then, your eye level at his chest as you look up at him. He pants down at you, looking heavenly and looking right into your eyes as you lift the shirt slowly off of him. You watched his skin slowly appear - mouth going dry at the sight of the hairs trailing his stomach. After you pulled it off with his help, you admired him in awe. He looked down at you, watching you soak him in with a small bashful smile on his face. You silently leaned forward and tenderly kissed his chest, his head fell back as his eyes closed and lips parted. This feeling of your lips on him was otherworldly. “You’re so beautiful, Steve,” you said, eyes looking up at his.
He hunched over you and kissed you, hands framing your face. You thought he was beautiful - his head was spinning.
He laid you back down again, pulling your shorts down and looking back up at your pretty little underwear. “A-are you sure about this? Because you can say no and punch me in the face and never talk to me again, I promise.”
You smile tenderly, feeling full of love for him. “I’m sure, Steve. I want you. I always have.”
He moans again, so vocal for you. “God, I want you. I-I. I love you,” he admits, not even thinking about it.
Both of your eyes widen. His stomach twists and turns as he watches your face. He almost pulls away from you when -
“I love you, too, Stevie, really” you smile widely. His eyes widen even more before he laughs, so happily, and tackles you into a kiss.
“Oh my god, I think I’m gonna pass out, this can’t be real,” he laughs again against your lips, peppering your face in kisses.
“I love you,” you repeat, just to see him smile again. He does, you can feel his smile on his lips when he kisses you - your smile just as big.
You two kiss clumsily, smiling like idiots against one another.
“I’ve loved you for years, it’s pathetic,” he admits, kissing your neck and groping your breast.
“Me too,” you let out between moans.
“God, I want you forever,” he says, kissing across your chest.
But you’re impatient, you sweet little thing, and you’re reaching down towards his jeans. He smiles, moving quickly to sit up and pull his jeans off, nearly falling over in the process. He watched you smile at his antics, he was drunk off the sight of you.
He goes back to kissing you, fingers toying with your underwear.
“This okay?” He asks.
“Mmhmm, hurry,” you nod against his lips.
He smiles, “You’re so impatient, babe.” Though he pulls your underwear all the way off of you, blushing at the sight of you naked just for him.
“I told you - I’ve always wanted you,” you say, smiling shyly at him.
He nods his head, agreeing, and gives you a quick kiss. He pulls away to reach for his wallet on the floor to get a condom.
He kneels above you, wide chest on display and condom in his mouth as he reaches for his waistband, not making eye contact.
“Let me do it,” you say, watching his face as you pull his underwear slowly down his big thighs. His dick, completely hard, springs out and you both gasp. He can’t believe you’re doing this. You pull the condom out from between his lips and you blush as you put it on him, mumbling his name in amazement at the sight and size of him. He lets out a low groan, watching your tiny hands maneuver their way around him. He felt lightheaded.
You’re back on your back and he’s hovering over you, positioning himself right where you want him.
“Y-you can still say no, y’know.” He says sincerely.
“Never,” you whisper.
“Tell me if it hurts. A-and we can stop any time, I promise. Whatever you want.”
You nod your head and kiss him. He pushes himself into you, then, slowly as you both let out long moans.
“Good?” He pants, kissing your cheek when he’s finally buried in you.
“Yeah, move, Stevie,” you say. He blushes at the nickname, he can’t believe you’re calling him Stevie when he’s literally inside of you.
He thrusts experimentally, watching your face, hoping you feel good. When you moan and grab his hair, his stomach flips excitedly as he thrusts and thrusts, soaking in the sight and sound and feel of you.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he says, sloppily kissing you.
“Steve, so good,” you cry out. He moans, so happy to finally be fully with you.
You’re clenching around him so tightly, feeling so lovely and full of him. It’s euphoric.
His face tenses up as he feels his orgasm come very quickly. “Fuck, I’m sorry, fuck! I think I’m gonna come,” he lets out between groans, feeling embarrassed at how fast he got to this point. He was just so overwhelmed by you and this and the fact that you keep whispering how much you love him in his ear and the way you’re clenching around him and praising him - he was wrecked.
You let out a loud moan when he brings his long fingers down to rub you, wanting you to feel even better than he does right now. It all feels so good, way too fucking good, and you’re twitching against him as you gasp and writhe. “Fuck! I’m coming,” you whine, burying your face into his shoulder.
He’s impossibly close to you, thrusting hard and deep, grinding into you as he moans against your ear. “Fuck, me too. God, fuck - I love you so much,” he groans as finishes into the condom, warm and sweaty and so perfect against you.
You two pant against each other and he kisses you as he pulls out, stomach flipping at your pretty little moan. He throws the condom in the bin next to your bed, coming back to kiss you again, humming against your lips.
“I really do love you, like a lot. I’m crazy for you,” he says, suddenly shy.
You laugh happily, loving his stupid, dopey grin and blushing cheeks. “Me too, I’m crazy for you too. I can’t even put it into words,” you sigh.
He laughs, amazed at how earnest your words were - he couldn’t even doubt your love for him. He lazily kisses you for a while before murmuring, “Thank GOD you had a back ache - I thought I would explode if I kept away from you any longer.”
You shake your head and rolling your eyes, though you feel the same exact way.
“I think I may jizz myself anytime you ask for a massage now,” he jokes. You laugh and laugh under him as he smiles, so happy to finally get his girl.
summary: reader teases Steve all night at a party and faces her consequences (;
“Ready sweetheart?,” Steve asked, almost breathless with excitement as he put his car in park.
You two were parked in front of an extremely loud house party that he got invited to, or really just heard about through the grapevine. Working at Family Video had been getting dreadfully boring for Steve, so you couldn’t deny him when he animatedly told you about this party Saturday night.
Though, it wasn’t really your thing. You enjoyed a party or two, but not really the way Steve did. Despite the ‘downgrade’ that graduating and working at both Scoops Ahoy and Family Video your boyfriend claimed had damaged his popularity, he was always King Steve. He will always be the loud, hot, rambunctious boy who never failed to captivate an entire room.
So, of course you said yes. You’d take on any opportunity to see your Steve happy, and especially any opportunity to see him drunk and rowdy and sloppily sexy. But it came at a price that he would soon find out.
“Mmhmm, give me a second,” you said. His knee was bobbing with excitement for the party, nearly halfway out the car. He looked over at you with confused expression as you pulled down the visor and revealed the tiny car mirror.
Silently, you pulled out a small tube from your bag, and the moment Steve realized that you were parting your lips and putting on red lipstick, he nearly moaned.
“Wha- what’s that?” He questioned, feeling flustered as if you two haven’t been together for almost a year now.
You ignored him, finishing your application before looking over at him with a smile. “How do I look?”
You could see Steve visibly shiver and weaken at the sight of you. You were his biggest weakness… but you with red lipstick on? Fuck.
His eyebrows shot up before he almost immediately collected himself, trying to return to his cool, calm persona. His doe eyes were still wide, looking over at you in awe. “You look great…. What? Are you trying to impress me?” He smirks, wanting to see you blush.
You lean forward, lips parted. Instinctively, Steve’s leaning forward quickly, wanting a taste of you. His eyes close and lips part and breath stops, but he feels nothing. He almost opens his eyes until he feels the cool press of your lips to the spot just under his jaw.
“Fuck,” he moans this time, feeling lightheaded.
You pull back, getting a good look at him. It makes your stomach flip.
He’s looking over at you, eyes hooded, but his neck is still angled back. He’s almost in shock, and he’s entirely turned on.
“What’re you doin’?” He mumbles, forcing his hands to not palm himself right there across from you.
“See ya in the party babe!” You say with a wink as you let yourself out of the car and into the house, never once looking back at your blushing boyfriend.
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When you got into the house, you immediately poured yourself a drink and went in search of Robin. Meanwhile, Steve was composing himself, greeting his acquaintances and friends who loudly teased him at the sight of a lipstick kiss on his neck. He didn’t take it off.
Steve’s body was warmer and jeans were tighter, but he couldn’t find you. His eyes searched everyone’s face, but you were nowhere to be seen. “Fucking tease,” he mumbled under his breath as he reluctantly joined a game of beer pong; he’d much rather be somewhere with you pressed against him, moaning.
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After a while, the party grew louder and fuller and Steve was also growing louder and much more drunk. You stood across the living room from him, mindlessly talking to a friend as you watched him. As obnoxious King Steve was, he was so hot. His hair was wild and he was always flushed and laughing. And even better, he was denying the attention of every girl there, still wondering where you are even in his drunken state.
Suddenly, his head shot up and turned to look right at you, as if he just knew exactly where you were. Goosebumps travelled down your body as you just stared right back at him. After a while, you excused yourself and walked right towards him. His entire body turned, ignoring his friends and facing you.
“Missed me?” He smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tight against him. You could feel him through his pants.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pretending to think about his question for a few seconds. You loved the way his eyes seemed stuck on your lips. He looked so… desperate. He was trying so hard to stay collected, but you unraveled him so easily. “Mmm, not really,” you finally answered, teasing him.
He started to tickle you as revenge, but before you could really squirm, you laced your fingers through his hair and pulled him down to kiss you. He exhaled through his nose as he kissed you back, relief clearly flowing through his body at finally getting to have you. He kissed you hard, eyebrows furrowed and body rigid as he pushed his lips against yours, nearly offsetting your stance. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
You didn’t reply, only trailed your other hand down his chest. He shivered. It travelled lower and lower, lifting his shirt and teasing the hair that trailed even lower until you were just lightly resting it above his crotch. You didn’t really care that you were in public. Steve especially didn’t. He only kept kissing you, harder and more desperate. With a quick squeeze of your hand, you bit lightly down on his bottom lip and pulled away all together. He moaned lowly, the music overpowering his sound. It was just for you.
“See ya later, ‘kay?” you chirped before walking out of the room and god knows where. Steve was left standing, completely dumbfounded. His hair was a mess and he was panting, eyes wide. He reached down to adjust his jeans but the friction only made him miss you. And best of all, his lips were smothered in smeared red lipstick.
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Steve tried to return to normal. He played a few more rounds of beer pong, did a few loud keg stands, even danced a little. But he couldn’t focus. He was burning for you.
The song switched to a particularly dance-y one and everyone in the party seemed to immediately grab a partner and find an empty space on the living room dance floor.
Steve’s heart ached, he wanted you so badly, but he had no idea where you were. He sighed, leaning against a wall as he watched the couples dance and laugh and grind on one another.
Suddenly, you’re appearing next to him, looking up at him with sparkly doe eyes.
“Wanna dance, King Steve?” You teased.
He rolled his eyes but gripped your forearm a bit roughly as he pulled you to the dance floor. He turned you so your back was to his chest and his hands were on your waist.
“What’re you doin to me?” He mumbled in your ear, feeling warmer now that you’re here.
You ignored his question, continuing to dance against him. You loved this feeling, of his breath on your neck, music in your ears as his warm body moved against yours. All you could feel was him. His hands, his chest, his jeans, and sometimes his hair that tickled your ear from how close he was to you.
“Think you’re funny? Teasing me like that?” He asked.
You laughed lightly, still ignoring him as you pushed harder against him.
“Fuck, you make me so hard. I’m so hard for you,” he said, he wrapped his arms completely around your front, lips to your ears.
You tried to keep the teasing going, but this was overwhelming you. He was taking over each of your senses and your legs were starting to feel weak.
“You love being such a little brat, don’t you?” He chuckled in your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna wish you were nicer to me sweetheart.”
Your breath hitched as you blinked rapidly, taking in his words. Your body was impossibly warm now, your heart pounding as your stomach flipped and flipped.
You grabbed one of his hands that were wrapped around your front, bringing it up to your lips. He watched, eyes dilated, as you kissed each of his fingertips. You then brought that hand back to your front, guiding it down, down. Lower and lower until he was right over where you want him the most. He moaned in your ear.
God, he felt like he was going to go fucking crazy. His ears were ringing and his stomach was turning. He was entirely amazed at you.
He opened his mouth to say something, not really knowing what, before you were leaving his grasp and walking away, turning to look at him with a smile on your face.
He watched you walk out of the room, awestruck. He followed quickly after you, not wanting you away from him any longer.
But where the fuck were you? How the fuck did you move so fast?
He searched and searched the house, growing increasingly frustrated. He almost wanted to cry as he kept opening doors that didn’t reveal you on the other side. He cursed as he went outside, feeling high and dry.
But there you were, leaning against his car, looking bored. He walked up to you, wanting to absolutely devour you.
“Took you long enough,” you could barely get it out before he’s grabbing a fist full of your hair and kissing you, hard.
“Get in the car you fucking tease,” he said both endearingly and frustratedly, opening the door for you with one hand and palming himself with the other.
He moved to the other side of the car, almost shaking with anticipation. You drove him fucking crazy. He started the car and began driving without once ever looking over at you.
“What? Is King Stevie mad at me?” You teased, smiling when he looks over at you, rolling his eyes and forcing down the smile on his face.
“You’re a real brat, you know that?” He asked, looking over at you again. You soaked it in for a moment, the sight of him. He was just so beautiful. His big eyes and sharp nose and soft lips. You wanted him to ravage you right now but you also wanted him to call you pretty.
“Only for you baby,” you replied, leaning over to comb your finger through his hair. It was innocent enough until you scooched closer and closer. He could smell your perfume as he once again tried to stay serious and not melt under your touch. Suddenly, you were kissing down his neck and rubbing his chest.
“No, no way,” he said, not really meaning it.
“What? You don’t want me?” You questioned, knowing the answer.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me! You’re gonna get us both killed, y/n. I’m driving and if you keep touching me I’m gonna commit vehicular manslaughter!” He rushed, returning to his usual self.
You couldn’t hold back your laugh, feeling full of love for him.
“You’re being no fun, Stevie,” you pouted, continuing your actions.
“Fuck me,” he moaned, leaning his head against the head rest as he kept his eyes focused on the road.
You looked up for a second, realizing that you were only a few streets away from his house. Your hand travelled lower and lower, teasing his waist band. He was breathing heavily now, stealing glances down at you and your hand.
‘Don’t touch me, I’m gonna come in my fucking pants,” he warned, blushing.
Your fingers teased the buttons on his jeans as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, moaning lightly. He turned onto his street, cursing under his breath and thanking god.
You watched his face closely as he pulled into his driveway. Your hand hovered over his crotch and squeezed just as he began slowing down.
All of a sudden though, you two were pushed forward and backward as a loud noise sounded. You blinked rapidly in shock, realizing what just happened.
Steve drove right into his garage door.
It wasn’t too harsh, you two were unharmed only breathing heavily, but the garage door had a long dent in it now.
“Oh my god,” you said, body flushing. “Oh my god Steve, I’m so sorry!”
He looked forward with a shocked look on his face, eyes unblinking. He took in a deep breath, looking over at you. You were wracked with guilt, looking into his eyes nervously.
His expression was unreadable for a few moments, before a dopey smile crossed his face and he was laughing. You were dumbfounded now, feeling crazy.
“Oh god, Steve. I feel so bad,” you said, fighting back laughter of your own.
He shook his head, hair flopping. “It’s fine, my dad’ll pay for it anyways,” he shrugged.
You were still looking at him, worry on your face.
“Ah, cmon sweetheart! It’s fine! It’s kinda funny actually,” he reassured you pulling you towards him to kiss your forehead then your lips.
“It’s not funny,” you shook your head, though with a smile on your lips.
He got out of the car, going over to open your door as his eyes trained on the garage door, a smile on his face. He grabbed your hand, letting you out and interlacing your fingers.
“I think this represents how much I love you in a way,” he said, gesturing to the garage door as he walked towards his house.
You laughed, shaking your head, “Steve, that makes no sense.”
“I dunno,” he shrugged, pulling his keys out with his other hand, “Like, I love you so much that there’s a crack down the middle of me and I just want to shrivel up and die.” He explained.
You laughed loudly and he smiled at making you laugh. “You’re weird, Harrington.”
He opened his door letting you in first.
He pinched your butt before saying, “You are gonna pay for that though. Hope you can learn your lesson, little brat.”
summary: reader has back aches and asks her best friend, Steve, for some help
part two
"Steve, please, I'm begging you here," you huff, getting a bit annoyed.
After all of the Vecna drama and, y'know saving the entire world multiple times, it was really starting to take a toll on your body. Other than the many scars littering your entire body, you were plagued with aches. Your muscles seemed to always be sore even months after these events. Especially your back. You took a hard fall into the upside down, and now it feels like you're stiff and achy and miserable all fucking day.
Steve sighs, "No! I don't want to hurt you, what if I like I dunno - crack your spine or something? What if I fucking kill you and I have to go on the run from the cops, huh?"
You roll your eyes. You had been begging your best friend for weeks now to pop your back just once. Just to give you some momentary relief. And he reacts the same way every time.
In his mind, Steve really, really didn't want to hurt you. After seeing everything Vecna and the Mindflayer put everyone through and most importantly put you through, Steve can't take the thought of putting your body through more stress. You're a porcelain doll in his mind; you're lovely and delicate and you need to be cared for. But he just can't do this.
"Please, Steve! I'm serious, it hurts so badly, all you need to do is press down just a little bit. Please," you've put on your pleading face.
Steve's stomach flips. Fuck, you were cute.
He fights a smile, trying to let the faux-anger stay on his face. He has to look away from you; he knew he would fold if he even got a second more of your cute face.
You step forward, knowing that he's trying to avoid your eyes. "Steve, please!" You whine. He still doesn't budge, but you do see his dimple press into his cheek for a moment.
You step even closer now, putting your hands on his chest. "Stevie, please?" you ask sweetly.
He huffs defeatedly, looking down at you. You were so close, so so close, and his heart was racing under your fingertips from how close and sweet and lovely you were.
He can barely finish rolling his eyes before you're leaping with victory.
"Okay, okay, come here!" you're cheering, dragging him over to your bed. He's smiling now, he loves when you're happy.
Suddenly, you're laying face down on your bed, and he's blushing furiously.
"Wha-"
"Okay, so you're gonna put your hands here in the center of my back and push down with lots of pressure until it pops, 'kay?" you instruct.
Steve can't keep himself together, he's blushing and stepping away from you. But you set your sweet face on top of your palm, turning over to look at him. Your stupidly sweet, big eyes look up into his, and he begins to walk towards you.
"What? Y/N I can't even reach your back from here?" he huffs, standing at the end of your bed where your feet dangled off.
"Steve, don't be a dingus - you have to sit on my butt," you tease, laughing a bit at the look on his face.
His eyes nearly budge out of his skull before he quickly returns to his stone face. You're still looking up at him, silently convincing him.
His lips press together as he climbs onto the bed, right over you.
"This okay?" he asks, settling down right on your butt. He's glad you're facing forward now: he knew he was bright red.
You adjust yourself a bit, shifting under him. His eyebrows raise and mouth parts, fuck, he was getting hard. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"mmhmm," you mumble, "now give me all you got Harrington."
Steve closes his eyes, trying not to think about how much your words affected him. He takes a deep breath before placing his hands on your back. You tense for a moment, worrying him, before you let out a quiet sigh. He's blinking rapidly. You were under him, sighing. Fuck.
"Here?" he asks, placing his hands on the center of your back. He wonders if you could feel how warm he is - how hard he is.
You nod your head silently. He pushes down, very slightly, scared to hurt you.
"Harder," you say.
"I - wh - o-okay," Steve stammers before pressing down into your back.
You let out a long, low, breathy moan, not even worrying about how you sound because it just felt so good.
Steve pulls away immediately, startled and flustered by your sounds.
You nearly whimper. "No, no. Steve, right there," you beg. You were begging under him.
Steve's pants were getting tighter. He scrunched his face up, willing his dick to fucking stop it.
He pushes down again, harder this time. His hair falls over his face and his lips part, rocking into you for a moment.
Your moan is louder this time, even a bit shocked.
"Yeah, yeah keep going," you say, nodding your head into the bed covers.
The praise goes right into Steve's head and dick as he pushes down once again.
"Fuuuuck, that feels so good," you sigh as your back cracks loudly, your pain being soothed.
"M-more?" Steve asks, his own question making him blush. He considers for a second if you can get addicted to a sound. If he could become obsessed with your moans and your sighs and maybe even your body.
You wiggle around, moving your back under him. He's entranced by the way it feels to be on top of you like this. He's sitting back on his heels, keeping his weight off of you.
But, this gives you the freedom to really move and before he knows it, you're flipping onto your back, looking up at him with a soft smile.
"I feel so good, Harrington," you sigh. Steve's overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by you on your back under him, hair splayed out heavenly around you. Overwhelmed by your sounds still ringing in his ears. And especially overwhelmed by the fact that you're inches away from his very real, very hard, hard-on. He doesn't even have time to cover himself up or get off of you.
You see it, though. You don't even need to look right at it to know that Steve's hard. I mean, he's panting over you, hair in his face and blush across his cheeks. You make eye contact with him, not wanting to embarrass him or anything.
...but you do want to push him further.
With a bright smile, you ask innocently, "You next, Stevie?"
About your post: I think people that like TASM Peter probably also like Steve Harrington. I definitely do. But they have a similar vibe I think. Much love!
P. S You dont have to feel compelled to publicly respond to this ask if you don’t want to. I just wanted to let you know :)
hi! thanks for sending this to me <3333
I'm actually batshit crazy for Steve Harrington right now so this is exactly what I need to hear! thank u anon cutie
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