Something something, Oliver and Claire are Orpheus and Eurydice. Something something Oliver keeping his memories without telling Claire while she erased hers is their version of turning around and losing her. Something something,, Oliver will spend the rest of the time they know each other mourning the version of Claire he knows he had while getting to fall in love with the new her again and again. Something something it's a sad song, but we're gonna sing it again.
Felix x AFAB! Reader
Synopsis: Being stuck with Felix in a car isn't your idea of a fun time, or at least, it wasn't.
Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, oral (both rec), fingering, use of pet names, spit, degradation, Felix talks a lot
A/N: Another order fulfilled! Thank you for the likes and love on these stories! I appreciate it so very much! I have a dad!chan fic coming out for Father's Day so please follow or comment if you'd like to be tagged in that or future fics of mine!
Larie's Libations - Soju Speedster
[Soju]- Felix
[Cola]- Someone's Car
[Citrus Rind] - Kinks (spitting, degradation)
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It was stupid really, the way you and Felix never could fully get along. Sure, in front of guests you were polite, but on the occasions, you were forced to be alone, it was torture.
You meet him downstairs, forced to ride with him to meet the guys for an SKZ code filming.
“So, you’re camping?” you ask, trying to keep the edge out of your voice.
“Yep,” he says. It’s short, sweet, and oh so sharp.
“Good luck with that, you hate camping,” you snicker. Felix rolls his eyes.
“Why don’t we just not talk? It’ll keep my ears from bleeding on the way there,” he sneers.
You scoff as you both walk out the door.
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The car ride is silent, tense, the pouring rain the only sound heard other than the low hum of the radio. You’re in the middle of nowhere, nothing but fields and trees.
“I can’t believe Chan is actually making me stay with you. I mean seriously, you hate camping, you’re such a baby about everything.” You sigh as you mumble to yourself.
“At least I don’t put up a front.” He shrugs.
“Excuse you?”
“You act like you’re too fucking cool for anything, like you can’t have fun, like it’s a chore to hang out with us.” He flits his eyes to you, anger evident in his voice.
“It’s only a chore when it’s you, Lixie,” you sarcastically call him the pet name. He huffs, face turning slightly red from frustration.
“It makes me sick ya know, the way you act. Like you just can’t enjoy anything. I mean, you complain constantly. Why don’t you lighten up.”
“You’re right, let’s pretend we’re the best of friends and love each other and crowd around a campfire with marshmallows and sing songs,” you sarcastically remark.
You notice his jaw tick and smile, satisfied that you got the last word.
“It’s not my dream to have you here, either,” he says after a beat of silence.
“Then we can actually agree on something for once!” you feign excitement. His grip on the wheel tightens, turning his knuckles white. You can’t help the giggle.
“Man, I really get under that freckled skin of yours huh?” you stifle another laugh. Felix’s teeth slightly grind together.
He opens his mouth to say something when you interrupt.
“Make a left down this road!” you point and he ignores it.
“Felix, seriously?”
“I don’t take orders from you,” he shrugs, “I know where I’m going, and we can get there from here.”
“We could get there faster if you’d turn around and do what I told you to do,” you huff.
“What you told me? Seriously? What am I? A dog?” he asks as he continues driving the same way.
“A bitch more like it,” you mumble under your breath as you look out the passenger window.
“Oh, fuck off,” he bites, and your shoulders raise as you stifle yet another laugh. Felix was never one to show his anger, he’s usually very patient, but something about you pushes him to the edge.
Before anything else can be said, you hear a weird sound come from the front of the car and it begins to slow down.
“Oh my god,” you groan. Felix turns the wheel pulling off on the side of the road.
“See if you had just listened to me, we would have-,”
“Can you please, for the love of God, shut your fucking mouth for two minutes?” he snaps as he pulls out his phone to shoot a text to Chan and then call a tow truck.
“Ooh, Lixie’s getting angry,” you tease once he’s off the phone.
“Y/n, I’m serious.” He says through clenched teeth.
“If you want me to shut up so bad, make me.” You challenge in defiance. It all happens so fast you aren’t sure what’s happening until it’s done.
Felix undoes his seatbelt harshly, hand on your cheek as his lips crash into yours; hot and heavy. You’re stunned, eyes wide the feeling of his lips and teeth on your mouth foreign. But not unwelcome.
His hand reaches down to undo your seat belt, lips never leaving yours. Your heart is erratic in your chest, but you give in, allowing your pent-up anger to be expressed. Your hands go his hair, tugging it harshly, earning a sharp bite to your lip; causing you to giggle.
“Back seat; now,” his voice is low, dominating. It sends shiver down your spine. You oblige, quickly moving to the back seat, Felix not far behind.
Your lips reconnect, fire and passion still evident, breaths mixing as you sigh against each other, the window of the car already fogging up.
“You’re such a fucking tease, you know that,” he asks as he undoes the buttons on your jeans.
“How?” you ask, genuinely curious.
“These tight fucking pants,” he says as your hips lift, “this tight shirt, showing me everything, such a slutty little outfit,” he groans. Your hips shift at his words and his brow quirks with an evident smirk and cocky chuckle.
“So, you like being called a slut huh? Like it when someone tells you how much of a fucking mess you are?”
He lifts your top over your head, “And no fucking bra?” he lets out a breathless laugh as he cups your chest.
“Fuck,” he breathes as his lips go to your neck.
“Such a fucking tease,” he bites down harsh, sucking a mark on your neck.
“A pain in my ass,” he groans in your ear as one of your hands goes up to palm him through his pants. He sucks another mark on your neck, one that can’t be hidden by your t shirt.
“Careful they’ll know how much of a little bitch you really are for me,” you say between gasps as his thumbs run over you peaked buds.
He chuckles in your ear, low, sinful, dangerous.
“You think I’m the simp here?” you hear the smirk in his voice, and your heart thuds in your ears.
“Y-yeah, I do,” you breathe as his tongue runs over the shell of your ear.
“We’ll see about that, baby.” His lips find yours again for another rough kiss.
“Lay down,” he growls against your lips and you want to fight it, but your body betrays you.
“Such an obedient little thing,” he taunts; amusement in his voice. He holds himself above you, hair falling on either side of his face, dark eyes staring into yours before looking down at you. You feel the heat rise up your neck, exposed to him in a way you never thought you could be. Excited about the fact that you are.
“Tell me what you want,” he smirks, “Or you get nothing.”
“Fuck you,” you spit.
“Good enough,” he says as his lips reattach to yours and his hand slips into your underwear, a groan leaving his lips. You feel the pads of his fingers spread you open, your legs separating for him to have better access.
He moves his lips to your ear.
“So wet, you like it when I’m angry don’t you?” His fingers start rubbing slow circles on your clit. You gasp, biting your lip so hard you taste blood, trying not to let him know he’s breaking your resolve.
“If you don’t let it out, I’ll stop,” he says gruffly.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” you breathe.
“Why not?” he taunts. You don’t answer.
“Because you’re a desperate little thing who wants me to fuck her till she see’s stars?” he coos.
You can’t help the groan that ultimately escapes you. His fingers abandon your clit, and slowly his fingers work your entrance, pumping in and out, finding your g spot quickly.
“Oh fuck,” you exhale as your eyes flutter shut.
“This what you wanted the whole time? Someone to take control? Someone to make you feel good and scream, while you just sit back and fucking take it?” he asks.
“That was a question, y/n, answer me.” He demands as his fingers stop. You let out a whimper.
“Fuck, yes. Please,” you whine breathlessly as your hips try to move and he snickers.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel good.” He says as he kisses your temple, adding a second finger, curling them with each thrust.
“Ah-ha,” you gasp out the broken word, hands bracing on his shoulders. Felix can feel how hard his cock is, watching you submit under him after months of teasing and arguing, it’s something he never thought he’d get off to; and yet here he is getting off to having the upper hand for once.
“Fuck, Felix I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, completely at his mercy. He holds himself up a little higher, letting a string of spit encase your nipple before sucking it into his mouth flicking his tongue over the hardened nub.
“Lix,” you whine as your fingers to his hair, the stimulation, overwhelming as he pumps his fingers faster, the bottom part of his palm bumping your clit, making your head spin.
“Fuck,” you whine as you feel your muscles go taut.
“Ah fuck, please don’t stop,” you plead as your body starts to shake, your orgasm slamming into you so hard your hearing fades slightly.
You gasp, once your body loosens, Felix’s mouth open in awe as he watched the whole thing.
“What?” you ask breathlessly.
“That was hot,” he admits as he pulls his fingers out.
“Shut the fuck up,” you sass. Felix tsks, wagging his non soaked finger. He sucks your juices off his hand.
“Still got that mouth on you, still such a bratty girl.” He says as his own shirt is taken off, revealing his abs. Your hands reach up to touch them, and he smirks.
“Just drop the façade.” He chuckles as his pants and boxers come off next.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lixie boy,” you smirk and he leans down, lips to your ear again.
“As if you didn’t just fall apart because of my fingers in your tight little pussy,” he says in your ear, making you shutter and your walls clench.
“Get up,” his voice is rough as he helps you sit up. He taps his cock against your lips and you raise your brows.
“Excuse you?” you ask, sounding offended, but your cunt clenches despite your tone.
“We’re gonna put that dirty little mouth of yours to better use, so open.” He demands. Hesitantly, you oblige. He smiles before taking your jaw roughly and spitting in your mouth. He shuts your mouth for you and lifts his brow. You swallow it, eye contact never breaking.
He forces your jaw open with his fingers, though you barely resist as he brings his swelled, veiny cock to your lips.
“Go on,” he motions. You stick your tongue out flat, before licking his slit. His eyes shut automatically, a groan leaving his mouth. You smirk, control being yours again, as you mimic the action again.
“Don’t tease me,” he says as his hand tangles in your hair.
“It’s only fair, baby.” You taunt seductively as your hand comes up to stroke him slowly, teasingly slow.
“You’re gonna,” he says but a moan cuts him off, “fuck, you’re gonna regret this,” he huffs a laugh.
“That a promise?” you tease and as his mouth opens to respond, you suck him in, nose going to his pelvis, and a pornographic moan leaves him.
“Shit,” he breathes as your head begins to move, cheeks hollowed out.
“Knew this mouth could do more than talk. Imagined it so many times,” he says as his hand guides you back and forth. You slide off him.
“You’ve imagined this?” He takes the opportunity to sit down against the cloth seat and you arch your back, spitting on his cock, watching it coat him.
“You’ve imagined, me, naked, sucking your cock?” you ask again and he looks at you, unsure of what he should say.
“Yeah, I have. I figured you’re such a brat verbally you must know how to use your mouth.”
He groans as your mouth wraps around him again, teeth teasingly scrapping him at his words.
“Such a filthy mind,” you taunt before swirling your tongue around the head.
“Fuck,” his eyes screw shut, mouth going slack as your head continues to work.
“Fuck, baby I’m gonna cum.” He says as he pushes your head down, slight gagging being heard before you breathe through your nose again.
“Gonna fill that mouth so full you won’t be able to talk,” he pants, hips thrusting up into your mouth. You abandon your ambition and let him use you, hips sputtering into your mouth as he twitches and suddenly you feel the heat from his cum shoot into your mouth, white ropes hitting the back of your throat, groans and moans filling the car.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” he says, and you peer up at him through your lashes. His head is back; eyes are squeezed so tight you swear he’ll bust his capillaries, mouth slack. And something within you is satisfied; empowered.
You take your mouth off him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
“There, now we can wait for the truck,” you say and Felix lets out a real laugh.
“You think I’m finished with you?” he snickers and gets up on his knees, backing you against the seat again. The rain outside beats against the car, and the windows are fogged offering a little bit of privacy.
“Let’s see if we can fix that attitude huh?” He kisses your lips again as he lines himself up at your entrance. He pushes in slow and deep. He groans as his hand encases your throat.
“Maybe this is what you needed, just a good fuck to make you act right,” he mumbles to himself as he drags himself against your walls, making you feel every vein, every thick inch of him.
You groan as he slams into you, hitting your sweet spot. Your body jolts upward into his, your arms wrapping around his neck. He chuckles at you, sweat slicked skin against skin as his hips rock back and forth. Your legs wrap around him.
“Fuck you’re such a mess for me,” he groans in your ear.
“Look at how you tremble, fucking gorgeous,” he rambles as he feels you shake beneath him, your next orgasm too close.
“You gonna cum again already? Pathetic,” he smirks cockily until you clench around him and his mouth gapes open.
“God,” he groans before littering kisses onto your shoulder and nape of your neck
“Fuck, Felix I can’t, I can’t hold it,” you whimper against him.
“Yes you can, come on baby girl you can do it. Hold it just another minute, be a good girl for me,” he grunts as his hips pound into you, bodies still close. He feels your walls flutter and he reaches between you, feeling your puffy clit and rubs side to side against it.
“Oh fuck,” you say as your body starts to go rigid. You tremble as you can’t hold it back anymore.
“Cum for me, let me hear how good I make you feel,” he breathes. You gasp as you cry out, body in utter shambles, as the aftershocks hit, legs still twitching. Felix cums just a moment or two after, forehead against yours, breaths fanning each other.
The two of you settle together, the car smelling of sex and sweat, the rain still beating against it. Neither of you move, but you feel the remnants of Felix drip down your thigh.
The moment is surreal, part of you wonders for half a second if it is real. Did you dream it, or did Felix really just fuck the attitude right out of you? Did he really just ruin you in the best way possible?
“Still wanna mouth off to me?” he laughs breathlessly.
“Depends, does it get me this?”
“I’m not encouraging this behavior.” He tuts.
“Just kiss me,” you say and he captures your lips, slowly pulling out, making you both groan.
“Fuck look at you,” he says as he sits up. Your body is slack, eyes half lidded, with a lazy smile and flushed cheeks.
“Never thought you could look so beautiful,” he says with a genuine grin. Your cheeks tint with a darker shade of crimson.
“The tow truck will be here soon, we should,” he trails off as he picks up your clothes.
“Fuck I’m a mess,” you grumble as you try to sit up.
“Allow me,” he says before dropping down and licking you clean with his tongue. You gasp as his nose bumps your all too sensitive clit. He keeps eye contact with you, and for a moment you swear you could cum again just from that. Felix moans as your taste is slowly transferred to his tongue, mixing with his own release.
He’s not quick, not teasing, just soft and slow until he’s sure you’re cleaned up enough. He pulls back, a satisfied smile on his face. He helps you put your underwear and jeans back on, just in time for the tow truck to arrive.
The rain slacks and Felix opens the back door getting out first, and as you step out of the car, your legs are wobbly and you shoot him a glare as he helps steady you. Felix chuckles to himself as he watches them hook up the car.
Thankfully Chan arrives not long after the tow truck and when his eyes land on you, flushed skin, messy hair, swollen lips and bruised neck, he busts out into laughter.
“Finally!” Is all he can say as you and Felix get buckled in and he drives off.
Summary: Steve has only one vice: smoking. Y/N hates it and refuses to kiss him when he smokes. Naturally, Steve quits smoking.
Warnings: Use of Y/N, Fluff, Cursing, (French) Kissing, Smoking lol, Making Out, the tiniest bit of second hand embarrassment
Word Count: 2.7K
Masterlist
Steve Harrington has few vices. Admittedly, that’s a more recent development. Since reforming his entire personality after many near-death experiences— he’s been forced to reflect on past behavior and change. Overall, a great experience but… it didn’t mean he had to give up all his vices.
He likes to smoke.
It’s a good stress reliever, simple and easy. All he needs is a pack of cigarettes and a light, and he’s good to go. Yeah, he’s heard it might not be the most healthy but it wouldn’t kill him. He’s encountered things that could kill him— a tiny cigarette wouldn’t be the thing to make him kick the bucket just yet.
Steve steps outside, away from the kids and everyone else. Reaching into his pocket to fish out the pack of cigarettes, he picks one from the box and brings it to his lips. Once he flicks open his lighter, he’s quick to light the bud. His eyes flutter shut as he inhales the smoke, taking the cigarette from his lips to puff it out with a sigh.
His smoke breaks are brief, and not too frequent. He stamps out the cigarette and tosses it in the small trash can at the entryway before stepping back inside. The kids don’t notice his brief absence, too absorbed in the movie he’d brought for them from Family Video.
Y/N notices though, she always does. She’s meandering in the kitchen of the Harrington House, unnecessarily large and needlessly empty, washing dishes from earlier this evening. Steve nods to her awkwardly, a small smile on his face. “I can do that.” He offers immediately, waving her off, his voice a bit hushed as he hears the kids roar in laughter in the other room.
She shakes her head. “You’re already hosting, I can wash the dishes. It’s the least I can do.”
He steps closer, reaching out to grab one of dishes she’d placed onto the rack to help with drying it at least. Though she pauses for a moment, only the sound of the water running in the kitchen, Y/N can’t help but scrunch her nose. “Did you smoke?” She asks.
Steve blinks, looking at her, he offers a bashful smile. “Ah, yes I did.”
She only hums, clearing her throat. “That stuff is bad for you.” Comes her quiet murmur as she resumes scrubbing the dishes.
He breathes out a laugh and nods along. “So I’ve heard.”
“Smells bad, too.” She adds quietly, looking up at him for a moment before averting her gaze back to the dishes. The comment has Steve’s smile fading a bit, his brows furrowing in contemplation as he hums in acknowledgement.
Y/N hates when Steve smokes.
For a lot of reasons. The smell being one of them. Typically, Steve smells… good. As embarrassing as it is for her to admit, he takes care of himself, he’s always been pretty hygienic. With all the products he uses and the time he spends making himself look good, he has a nice scent. But, the smoke clings to his clothes, to his skin, to his breath. It’s not a pleasant smell. It’s the type of thing that makes her wrinkle her nose and step the tiniest bit away.
It’s also unhealthy. All signs point to long term smoking as a factor in a myriad of health problems, yet Steve smokes anyways. She doesn’t ask him about it often, he’s only offhandedly mentioned it as something that relaxes him.
There’s the taste, too. Y/N had only tried smoking once, a social thing really. But the taste had been enough to throw her off and make it a one time thing. It lingers on your tongue, gross and pungent. There’s no appeal to it.
She pushes those thoughts away as she focuses her attention on the dishes and not the man next to her and his singular, awful vice.
The Harrington House, empty as ever, is home to the party’s more indulgent operations. Beyond movie nights, there are pool nights and study nights and board game nights. His house is perfect for sleepovers with the countless extra rooms and ridiculous amount of space. Hence the number of teenagers crowded into his living room as of right now, yelling out their reactions at the screen as they watch some new horror movie.
Y/N can count on one hand the number of times she’s been alone with Steve. It’s hard, the party has a bad habit of interrupting their solo time together, but she enjoys herself nonetheless. He’s pleasant, much sweeter than he was in high school. She can certainly see the… appeal of Steve Harrington. Especially ever since they’d started their relationship-thing. She didn’t really have a name for it quite yet, they’d gone on a couple dates on the down-low. It was private, quiet, just between them. But she likes it, likes him.
And right now, the party is… occupied.
Steve clears his throat as they wrap up the dishes, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms as he looks at Y/N. She’s pretty, he thinks. With a sort of elegance about her. He likes to look at her, to observe. She seems to notice this as she dries her hands off on a ridiculously soft dish towel, gazing up at him through her lashes.
“Thanks for coming.” He manages words, thankfully, a flush rising up his neck. He feels as though he’s been caught staring. “It’s nice to be around someone my age.”
She laughs softly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, it is nice.” She purses her lips.
Steve finds himself straightening his posture as he looks at her, a small grin on his face. “Right.” He shifts to face her. “You’re staying the night?”
“As if I’d leave you alone with all of them.” She smiles, “I’m not evil.”
He breathes out a laugh, nodding along with her words. “‘Course not.” He says. “Perhaps us adults can indulge once the children go to bed then? There is plenty of unloved vintage wine in this house.”
She hums in acknowledgement at the offer, and she swears her face warms a bit as she tilts her head at him. “That would be nice.” The words come out soft, maybe a bit shy. But it has Steve grinning like he’s won the lottery, his head ducking down a bit so he can be closer to her.
Y/N blinks at the proximity, her face warming again as her gaze flicks to his. She’s not blind, and she’s certainly not stupid. Steve has been actively pursuing her for a short while now and she’s been indulgent. Her tiny crush on Steve had imploded a bit once he started pursuing her.
So, she’s not opposed to this. She lets his hand come to her cheek, watches his gaze flit over her face. They’ve kissed before, a couple of times on the dates they’d been on. Yet it always flustered her without fail. But when Steve Harrington ducks to finally, finally kiss her, she tilts her head to the side and absolutely curves him.
Ouch.
He blinks, his face reddening in embarrassment, Steve is pulling back immediately. “Sorry— sorry I thought—”
“No I—” She shakes her head, grabbing his wrist to keep him from going too far. “I want— I mean—” She can’t help but stumble over her words, flustered now as she lets out a nervous laugh. “Sorry.” The words leave her lips once more.
Her nervousness is endearing, and it seems to relax Steve as he lets out a shaky laugh as well. “It’s fine.” He waves it off, shaking his head. “I should’ve asked or…” He nods, a bit awkward, pressing his lips together. “I shouldn’t have assumed.”
She shakes her head again, the back of her hand coming to press against her mouth. “No I— I want to.” She admits quietly, almost shy. The words have his eyes widening a bit, lips forming an ‘o’ and then confusion washing over his face.
Steve tilts his head, like a lost puppy. “Then… why…” His voice trails off, awaiting an explanation.
She purses her lips, looking away, a touch embarrassed. “Just… you were smoking.” Comes her quiet mumble. “I don’t… the taste. I don’t like it.”
Oh.
It’s at this moment that Steve feels dirty. Smoking is something he does to relax, he’s never had a problem with it. Not with the smell or the taste. But, she does. Suffice to say, Steve Harrington runs up to his bathroom and washes out his mouth. He changes his clothes and sprays on some cologne before returning to her for his kiss.
Smoking becomes a frequent problem in the blossoming relationship. If he’s just smoked, she’ll never kiss him. Dodging his lips, letting him kiss her cheek instead, she’s found countless strategies to avoid it. He gets it, he does. She has a right to her opinions. He doesn’t complain, never complains. Just pecks her cheek and offers her a sweet smile because that's who he is.
But, Steve hates it.
Not being able to kiss her feels criminal, he can’t deal with it. He’ll be itching for it, staring her down, yearning for her lips on his. But the smoke he’d had earlier that day would hang over his head. And as they get deeper into their not-so-casual dating, his feelings only get worse. He’s aching for his girl and he just can’t have her.
Smoking wouldn’t kill him. But not kissing her? That would kill him. That would end him. So, Steve resolves to quit. He doesn’t mention it to her, just tosses out the pack he’d recently bought and stuffs his light in his glovebox as if that will prevent temptation.
Quitting sucks. He quickly realizes it’s nowhere near as easy as he’d anticipated, the urge to smoke washing over him frequently. The first week without smoking is by far the worse, he vaguely wonders if he has some sort of oral fixation and resolves to buying a jumbo pack of lollipops in an effort to simulate the feeling of a good smoke.
Y/N notices, of course she notices. They’re on the couch at his place, and his knee is bouncing, the lollipop between his lips as the movie plays on the screen. Her head is resting on his shoulder, his arm thrown over the back of the couch behind her. She shifts to look up at him, hand coming to his knee to cease the bouncing. “You good?” She asks, tilting her head at him.
He blinks, gaze flitting down to her hand on his knee, he hadn’t even noticed his own restlessness. Steve simply shoots her a smile and a shrug, “fine.”
She hums, gently squeezing his knee. “You sure?” She asks, voice gentle.
He nods, albeit a bit absently. She hums in acknowledgement, her brows a bit furrowed. When she sits up and straightens her posture a bit, he takes that as his cue to sit up as well— facing her on the couch now. “‘M good. Promise.” He says, shooting her a sweet smile.
She accepts his answer, her hand on his knee sliding up to his thigh as she looks at him through her lashes and— oh.
This. This makes it all worth it. She looks at him like she wants him, and suddenly he’s taking the lollipop from between his lips and letting it rest on the wrapper he’d left out on the coffee table. This time when he dips his head down to kiss her— she meets him halfway, her eyes fluttering shut. Eager and sweet, her lips press to his, her hand coming to his cheek while his goes to her nape. A content hum escapes her.
When Steve doesn’t smoke, she kisses him all the time. She’ll initiate affection left and right. He loves it. Adores it. Needs it. All thoughts of the smoke he’d been aching for are gone, replaced by her her her. All her. The only thing he aches for now is her. It’s silly how quickly she wipes his mind clean of all other thoughts, but Steve doesn’t mind at all. When she kisses him, he feels wanted, and that’s all that matters.
Steve pulls away to speak, but her lips are chasing his and god who is he to deny her? Immediately, he kisses back, just as eager as she is. The hand on her nape tightening just a bit. “C’mere.” He murmurs against her lips, hand finding her hip to tug her closer. A soft giggle escapes her and their lips finally break apart as she shifts, slipping into his lap easily. He hums contentedly, hands sliding to her hips, moving up and down absentmindedly. “Pretty girl.”
She smiles at his compliments, shifting a bit to get comfortable in his lap, her knees bracket his sides and dig into the couch cushions. Her hand slides to his hair, gently tugging at the strands in a way that has him letting out a sharp exhale. “You taste good.” She remarks softly, just a bit shy. “Sweet.”
Steve thinks he might die. He was wrong. She’s gonna kill him.
He leans forward to kiss her again, instantly deciding his lips are never touching another cigarette again, it’s an easy conclusion to reach when she feels like this. Steve swears he’s in heaven. He’s a simple guy after all, he likes kissing. It’s nice and intimate, offering a sense of closeness he yearns for.
This time, she pulls back, hands sliding to his shoulders, she tilts her head at him. “You sure you’re alright?” She dips her head down to nose at his jaw affectionately, his hand coming to scratch at her scalp in response.
“Yeah.” He breathes out, and Steve finds himself pursing his lips. When she pulls back to look at him, rather unconvinced, his hand comes up to rub his jaw. “Just… I just wanted to smoke.” He admits.
Y/N blinks. “Oh.” She sounds a bit disappointed, probably because smoking means no more indulging in him. “Do you… not have a light?”
He shakes his head, and he finds himself starting to feel antsy again. “Nah, I just— I’m not doing that anymore.”
“Not… smoking anymore?”
He nods in confirmation.
“Oh.” She says again, but this time she smiles a bit. “Why not?”
He shrugs, nonchalant, like it doesn’t matter at all. “You don’t like it.” And she blinks, staring at him for a moment, registering his words. He’s quitting smoking because she doesn’t like it?
Ah. She swears her face heats up at the thought, she flusters a bit, sitting up a tad straighter. “So, you quit?”
“So, I quit.” He lets his head fall back onto the couch with a sigh. “Or at least I’m trying.” He murmurs, lifting his head to look at her again.
She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, and his thumb immediately comes to gently pull it free. “That’s kinda romantic.” She remarks, gaze flitting back to his lips again.
At this, he grins, “is it?” Steve leans forward to peck her lips again, this kiss far more chaste than the previous one. The type of kiss he gives her just because he can. “Just wanna make sure I can kiss you all the time.”
She giggles, pleased. “Yeah?” She leans forward to knock her nose against his, eyes lidded.
“Yeah.” He breathes out.
She kisses him again, her hand sliding to his nape to hold him steady. Her head tilts to further deepen the kiss and— oh. That’s her tongue. He can feel her tongue on his lips, a silent request for them to part. Okay. Okay he can do that. Yes. Immediately, his lips part, letting her explore his mouth. Steve is pretty sure his brain starts to melt as he grips her hips to tug her closer. He tastes good. Better, knowing that the taste of smoke will soon be a distant memory. His recent lollipop addiction has him tasting like candy though, not that she minds.
When she finally pulls back, satisfied, Steve decides it’s his turn to have fun. His hand coming to her jaw to hold her firmly, a soft whine escapes her as he presses his tongue into her mouth this time. Though she’s happy to let him, reveling in his affections.
Yes. Quitting smoking is easily the best choice Steve Harrington has ever made.
Note: lowk my fave thing i have written also i yearn for requests lowk
note2: I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS THE FIRST TIME I POSTED
feel free to tip ☕️ — always appreciated, never expected 💛
idk who to tell so i guess i'll just say it here. I was sending a bunch of job applications and i was so proud of one of my cover letters and then i was like imma be creative and put "to the showmakers..."
BUT I DIDNT CHECK IT AND I DEFINITELY ACCIDENTALLY WROTE "to whom it may the showmakers" and i kinda am just done i think i'll never get hired ever
Imagine Dustin trying to ask you out on Steve's behalf.
"Wait, you want me to go out with you, kid?" you asked with a sweet smile to the little boy in front of you. He smiled back, which made you even cuter. "I'm older than you, kid."
"Yeah, I know, but the date's not for me," the curly-haired boy said quickly. You frowned.
"So?" you asked, confused. The boy was about to speak when an older boy arrived.
"Hey, Henderson, what the heck? Don't walk away from me like that," said a dark-haired boy your age.
"The date is for him, Steve. Say hi," Dustin told Steve with a mischievous smile. They both looked at the boy, you surprised and Steve nervous. "He'll pick you up at 7."
"Hey, wait... Henderson!" Steve shouted, watching the boy run off, away from both of them. You looked at Steve, who smiled nervously.
"About that date?" you asked nervously. You weren't going to lie; Steve was absolutely gorgeous.
"At 7?" Steve asked nervously. You laughed and nodded, telling the boy your name. He smiled. "Steve Harrington, a pleasure," he said with a smile, taking your hand carefully. You smiled back.
Warnings/Genre: Joe keery x K-pop idol reader, fluff and idk what else to add…
S: First ever smau yay! The stranger things photo used in this was taken by me lol. Anyways I hope you guys like it. Lemme know if you guys want me to do more of this <3
FC: Jennie Kim
yourname I believe 🥲
User01: She has watched stranger things?? My life’s complete omg
User02: is that you in the first picture after watching the finale 😭
User03: WE believe. It’s okay to be delusional tgt queen
roses_are_rosie: guys she won’t stop crying…
↳ user04: I don’t blame her 😭.
user05: duffer brothers should sleep with one eye open..
milliebobbybrown: well at least someone believes that I am alive (we should totally meet up sometime!)
↳ sadiesink_: THEY ASKED ME! (Can I join?)
↳ yourname: @/milliebobbybrown: that’s what’s keeping me going 😔 (I am so down for it! I am coming to LA in two days and of course you can join @sadiesink_!
↳ user04: my two worlds colliding omg
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yourname back in the studio
User01: does that mean she’s back in la??
↳ user02: I sure hope so. I have been dying for a new album 💔
User03: Millie and Sadie meet up soon then 🥺?
↳ user04: plzzzz let them meetttt
↳ user09: she’d be too busy, no?
↳ user03: she can surely take a few hours out of her day to meet up with them..
User04: crazy thought but what if she records a song with djo?
↳ user05: that’d be like two of my top artists doing the biggest collab ever
↳ user06: tag @/djotime!! I want them to produce a song tgt so baaad
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yourname meet up, done
milliebobbybrown: I am loving the privileges already
↳ yourname: I will keep sending them your way. I sent a new audio btw
↳ user01: are the two of them just casually chatting about y/n’s new potential album? 😭
↳ user04: @/user01 I fear you’re right and I am already excited for it
sadiesink_: can we ragebait Millie again?
↳ yourname: yes. Yes we should.
↳ milliebobbybrown: gaten and joe did enough of that when they barged in on our hangout this comment was deleted
↳ user02: JOE WAS THERE WITH THEM? OMG
↳ user03: it’s happening. Our two worlds are colliding.
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User01: NO WAY! ITS HAPPENING GUYS OMG
User04: why would y/n hangout with someone like him?
↳ user05: uh..someone like him? He’s a famous singer and actor? That good enough?
User08: what if they’re meeting up for a potential collab?
User09: rumours or not but they do make a pretty good couple 🤷♀️
↳ user02: ikrrrr plus y/n looks so good in that picture 😭
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yourname Love Hangover (Feat. DJO) OUT NOW!
sadiesink_: I heard it first!
User01: I KNOW NO ONE CAN SEE ME BUT I AM FREAKING OUT RN
User02: THE SONG? THE VOCALS? THE ACTING? Just date already
↳ user03: all that praise just to end with that statement…geez let them live.
milliebobbybrown: the visuals 🫶🏻
djotime: It was a pleasure working with you on this!
↳ yourname: I am so glad we got to work on this track!
lalalalisa_m: you better perform this during your world tour this comment was deleted
↳ user09: TOUR? WE’RE GETTING A TOUR?
User06: y/n not making any comment about the dating rumours and then publishing a song with that same guy is so iconic of her 😭 (although he is pretty handsome)
user08: the acting was so good. My most favourite MV so far
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yourname Paris Fashion Week
user01: WHOS THAT MAN?
user02: this is the first time she ever posted a man 🥺
user03: the hair…reminds me of Joe Keery..hmm
↳ user05: he was at the fashion week as well!
sooyaaa_: Looking gorgeous 🫶🏻
↳ yourname: all thanks to you
milliebobbybrown: I think I am in love
↳ yourname: making me blush and all
sadiesink_: I will steal that outfit when we meet
↳ yourname: keep your nose away from my clothes 👎
↳ user07: their friendship is so cute :(
djotime: pretty ♥️
↳ yourname: hehe ♥️
↳ user08: you guys are not subtle…
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user01: I think we all know who it is…
user02: are you guys thinking what I am thinking?
user03: The hair looks so much like Joe keery…
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user01: they’re so cute omg 😭
user02: he was so eager to be shown on the screen lmao
user03: GUYS! Y/N actually introduced Joe as her boyfriend at the concert 😭 we won
user04: he was so proud to be called her boyfriend
User05: I have a feeling that her tongue slipped because did you see how surprised Joe looked when she said that 😭
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yourname post concert type shit
djotime: who’s gonna give me the credits for the photos?
↳ yourname: shush (thank you for taking such lovely pics)
↳ djotime: you look pretty so it’s fine…
renebaebae: you gorgeous woman
↳ yourname: i miss you Rene 💔
↳ renebaebae: I am right here (especially to steal you from certain someone)
↳ yourname: he’s not a worry. Am all yours
↳ djotime: should I be worried?
↳ sadiesink_: @/djotime very much
user01: they’re literally flirting in the comments 😭
↳ user05: ikr 💀 i cannot wait for the official post by her
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yourname yes to whatever question you guys had over the past few weeks
djotime: thank you for giving us a try 🫶🏻
sadiesink_: you guys are disgustingly cute
roses_are_rosie: I can smell love songs coming from a mile away
lalalalisa_m: cuties 🫶🏻🫶🏻
sooyaaa_: I wanna meet him. Let me see how he is.
milliebobbybrown: This is all thanks to Sadie and I btw
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djotime she says her favourite character is Steve
finnwolfhard: does this mean I get signed albums for free now?
yourname: I never said that
↳ djotime: no need to play hard to get now. You already have me.
gatenmatarazzo: finally it’s out in the open. Noah doesn’t have to watch what he says now.
hi can someone do a joe keery x kpop girl something? fanfic? smau? headcanons? anything I'm begging. with like rose from blackpink girl vibes i think would be so hype (or rly any cool kpop girl) its 3am and this is all i want in life
