new neighbor
wc: 5.3k
summary: Dustin's new neighbor is really helpful. And once Steve sees you in a bathing suit he starts to wonder if you could be helpful in other ways.
cw: fem!reader, mentions of female anatomy, reader wears a bikini, steves a boob guy (canon), barely there perv!steve (if you squint/wanna call it that), strangers to enemies(?) to lovers, semi-public sex, smut!!, boob sucking, robin almost catching them, lmk if i missed anything!
part 2!!
Being Dustin's neighbor had its pros and cons.
For example a pro would be his mom making too much food for dinner. Like for some reason her meals were made for a whole family despite it just being her and Dustin. Still, she generously gives you any extra food her and her growing boy hadn't gone through. And who were you to let good food go bad?
A con would be her talking up a storm while you try to get mail. Or when she knocks on your door with the freshest baked cookies asking if you could babysit her son for the night while she works. Dsutin doesn't really need a babysitter, so smart he could easily spend a night alone. But still he’s a kid and the warm cookies don't hurt.
So you deal with the more than necessary neighborly duties. And in all honesty, if she didn't knock on your door your night would be spent sitting in front of your tv screen. Which if you put it side by side to your night taking care of Dustin there's not much of a difference. Sure the things you’ll watch on the tv might be different, but at least you have someone to talk to. Living all alone comes with things like that. Nights spent alone, days where you don't talk to anyone at all, and befriending your neighbor who's like 14.
Days go on all the same. Last week you went to his to babysit and then the day after to cool down since your heater decided to break mid June. It was a whole thing but it was that moment you decided you were thankful that things turned out the way they did. To have a welcoming space you feel safe in when something in your own home goes wrong isn't something to take for granted.
As far as this week you have nothing to do, but you won't say it outloud, too afraid of jinxing it. And plus it’s important to take things day by day. Today is a tanning day, despite the weather being horrifically warm you've found a loop hole.
The grass in your front porch has two sprinklers, allowing water to circulate and give the grass some well needed hydration as the sun soaks it all up. The water goes off every thirty minutes, giving you– if you time it right– thirty minutes to get too hot, then have some water splash on you, and with a few rounds of each you will have perfected a day out tanning without dying of heat stroke. Yes it does mean tanning out where people can see you but the street you live on is filled with people just like Dustin's mom, they're either too busy working, or too old to spy on you through the window.
It’s not like you’re doing anything wrong, just laying in the grass letting the sun soak through your skin. Hopefully getting bronze instead of burnt but you try to be consistent with sunscreen.
By the end of the week you've been out a couple times tanning. Last time Dustin's friends saw you and said hi which was nice. What you didn't see was Max hitting Lucas’ arm when he was staring for a second too long.
“You do realize your hot neighbor is half naked out here right?” Lucas poorly whispers, like it's a new fact. And to him it is, not that he should be saying it in front of Max.
“Y’know I somehow missed that, thanks for letting me know.” Dustin says, shutting the door behind his friend who's being forced inside by his girlfriend. “Of course I know it! And she’s not hot, she's actually really weird and annoying.” He finishes his small rant with crossed arms, like he can't believe his friend even said that about you. His lonely neighbor who has nothing better to do than make costumes for their D&D game nights.
It wasn't till a few days later when Steve came around. One of Dustin's friends you somehow consistently missed. Either you were working when he was there or busy doing chores with music blasting when his red car honked to get Dustin's attention. Your paths just haven't crossed yet. But that didn't mean Steve hadn't heard of you.
At first it was Dustin no longer needing to be taken to the arcade, or being picked up for that matter. Next it was not needing to be babysat, which Steve didn't mind that payless job being taken off his hands. But lastly– the one that broke the camels back– was the little kid no longer going to big brave Steve for help or advice. The kid who he had fought monsters next to, the one who begged him for girl help, suddenly didn't need him anymore.
It hurt Steve more than he’d like to admit. Chalking it up to just liking the attention, the feeling of being needed in that big brother way. Definitely not missing his friend, never that. Although he didn't even need to beg for info as to why Dustin had changed up on him, his loud mouth friends told him with ease. Muttering things about his new neighbor who was too hot to hang out with some dork like Dustin. It had Steve looking at them in the car mirror as he drove Mike, Lucas, Will in the back seat and lucky Max in the passenger seat. Taking the kids to their respective houses.
“Whos this girl you guys keep talking about?” He tries to say it in a ‘I couldn't care less’ type of tone but the kids know him too well for his own good. Normally his ears are turned off to any conversation the kids have so the fact that he’s paying attention shows he cares.
“God, keep it in your pants Harrington.” Mike says with an eye roll.
“Dustins new neighbor.” Max says over Mike's sentence.
Steve doesn't miss either of their words. Somehow he has become extremely skilled at understanding the kids as they talk over each other. Maybe it’s his brain trying to make peace with the fact that he has to listen to high pitched kids scream all the time. Still he gives Mike a squinted eye look in the rear view mirror.
He doesn't ask more questions than that about you. Deciding he’ll be at Dustin's house soon enough he can see it with his own two eyes. Better that than letting the kids make their own judgments based off of his one simple question.
And he was right.
Dustin ended up needing him to help get ready for a school dance. Apparently a job only good ol’ Steve Harrington could handle. It’s not like you knew how to tame a lion's mane or hype up a nervous kid, trying to give all the right advice. For Steve however, it’s what he did on the daily.
But what he didn't know– and what his friend failed to tell him– was it was your prime tanning time. With a bikini that would give you a barely there tan line you laid out on your grass. A small radio sat near your front door. Loud enough that you could hear it behind you but not too loud that people would complain. A hat covered your eyes and nose, hiding the sun that was shining down directly on you. Your body glistened easily in the light, already a little bit darker from this new routine.
When he pulled up into the driveway he almost hit the curb, too busy looking at how your legs looked. Toned in a way only oil and the sun could produce. And as you let them fall back onto the grass he saw the way the straps to your top looked like they could snap in two, and the bottoms allowed him to see just enough to get his brain working.
It was sick is what it was. Something Steve hoped no one saw, specifically the kids. A little moment he let himself divulge in despite knowing he shouldn't. When he knocks on Henderson's door he’s quick to act like it never even happened.
Luckily for Steve he was able to have a nice conversation with the kid. Asking about what he’s been up to, why the older friend was no longer needed, and how helpful his new neighbor has been. It took a second for Steve not to let himself get smothered in jealousy, but he was here for a reason right? There was still a use for him in Dustin's life. He wasn't completely exiled just yet, and because of that Steve will be able to sleep at night.
By the time he was done helping Dustin, ready to drive him to the dance you were gone. Inside, getting cool, he thinks to himself. Maybe showering and washing off the creams you put on to get so shiny and smooth looking. He feels his heart starting to beat wildly in his chest from just thinking about it. You all soapy in the shower, maybe humming a song you heard while outside, afterwards checking yourself out in the mirror to see if the tan lines you’d been working on were starting to come through. And if he bothered to walk up to you and ask, he would've found out you fell asleep. The hat you wore doing wonders on blocking any light, letting you sleep through the reapplication of the sunscreen, allowing the sun to get you in a way that would later lead to a small burn atop your shoulders and chest.
It was defeating how easily you took over his mind. What would've been a whole car ride of Steve boosting his friend's confidence turned into Dustin snapping his fingers just to get his attention. It’s not like you’d talked to him, or even looked at him for that matter. There was absolutely no reason for Steve to be acting or feeling this way about you. Some girl who he didn't even have a name for.
Soon enough June became July and Steve was back at Dustin's for a small get together. This time all the kids were there and he offered to come and supervise before anyone even got a chance to ask you about it.
It was almost humorous how Steve almost ran over that same curb after he spotted you back outside. The bikini you had on this time had little bows on the side of your bottoms, tied to perfection. Instead of a hat covering your face you wore sunglasses. The frame shaped your face well, the lenses were so dark he couldn't even tell what you looked like behind them.
As he turned into the drive way he quickly dogged your view. You were interested in this red car that kept popping up recently, wanting to see the person getting out of it. Thank goodness for your dark lenses because with them you look like you're just resting, laying with your arms holding your upper body up. In reality your eyes were stuck on the guy getting out of the expensive car with gorgeous hair.
Steve makes a point to walk to the door with a confident ease. Not wanting to run even though he's 10 minutes late just in case your eyes, that he is convinced he feels on him, watch as he goes into the house. But you should certainly look away when Dustin opens the door and immediately starts yelling at him. Letting him know the importance of being on time ‘at his grown age’ as the kids say.
The small get together is fun for about two hours, if that. Everyone is relatively nice to each other, he doesn't have to step in too much when one of them gets out of line. Makes him wonder if you yell at them the same way he does. You probably don't, that's why you get invited more than he does. But it doesn't take long for Mike to blame Will for cheating even though Will would never cheat, and Lucas to get too busy kissing on Max that he's practically forfeiting the game.
With all the yelling and fingers being pointed Steve allows himself a few minutes of quiet time outside. Completely forgetting you're out there until he hears your music. It would be wrong of him to step away from his duties of babysitting to talk to a girl. But you’re only a few steps away and the kids have handled worse than anything from this dimension can bring. He lets himself make his way to you, only then thinking of what he’s even going to say to you. His heart beats so loudly he can hear it in his ears, a consistent noise telling him he's pathetic for getting this worked up over someone he doesn't even know.
You hear someone near you before you see them, head too busy trying to focus on the music and how annoying it is that the sun breaks through your glasses.
Still his words scare the ever living shit out of you.
“Hey.” Steve says with a wave you don't even catch.
Your yelp is loud, a sound that the kids might've even heard. The hands pressed to your quickly rising chest doesn't make him feel any better.
“Holy shit I didn't know you were coming over to me.” You mutter, breath still uneven as you pull your sunglasses to rest on your head. One of your eyes is on him and the other is shut tightly, trying to balance out the new amount of sun coming to your vision.
“M’sorry I scared you, just um, wanted to check on you.”
“You wanted to check on me?” Your eyes are squinted from the sun being in your face but if it wasn't your features would show how much you don't believe him.
“Yeah, y’know you were out here when I drove up and then I stepped out and you're still here.” He’s nice enough to move around, trying to get that one spot that will block the sun from you completely. Could be written off as being a gentleman or wanting a good view of your pretty face.
“And you’re worried I’m what? Melting?” Your head cocks with the last word like you know you’re making fun of him to his face but he doesn't back down.
A quick laugh comes out from him, trying to show you he gets your humor. “Maybe melting, maybe getting a heat stroke, both have similar outcomes.” His back is starting to get really hot from trying to block the sun.
“I’m fine, you should go back to Dustins.” You respond, putting the shades back down to rest on the bridge of your nose.
“Hey wait, you’re the one who's been taking over my babysitting duties aren't you?” It’s a cheap shot at trying to continue the conversation despite you trying to end it. It’s easy to get the hint when he solidifies his stance with crossed arms.
“His mom is really nice so I do favors for her sometimes. No need to get all defensive, Dustin loves hanging with his 30 year old friend.”
“So I’m actually no where near 30-”
“Arent you supposed to be watching him anyways? Not over here literally stealing the sun away from me.” Now that you aren't looking at him, hands behind your head as a makeshift pillow to resume your tanning, him blocking the sun isn't as helpful as it was 30 seconds ago.
It’s almost as if you have a special power for pushing him away. Directly after you said it the kids are at the front door screaming for Steve to come back even though a simple yell from one of them across the street would do the trick. With a look to the kids and a look back to you he can see the smirk that rests on your face. Finding it funny how nothing is working out for him.
“Later, Steve.” You loosely wave.
And Steve thinks that's it. It's official. You’re evil. Because if you would've cut him loose maybe he could've gotten over it. Lived out the rest of the day without the sound of your voice saying his name stuck in his head. Could've wrangled all the kids together, showing them who's the adult– despite knowing they don't take him seriously – saying how they can't just yell after him like that. But instead he has you saying his name in the most flirtatious manner bouncing around the walls of his brain. Like a song stuck in his head he can't stop replaying over and over.
His body turns, ready to give in to whatever the kids are yelling at him for but his brain runs a million miles per minute, not letting the things he’s hearing fully move him. It feels like a whole minute of thinking but in reality only seconds pass before you hear his feet shuffle a few steps closer to you then his voice.
“I’m having a small fourth of July get together tomorrow if you want to come. It’s a pool party so you can bring one of these if you want.” He points to your bikini.
You have to give it to him. Being practically turned down twice and still going for it is brave. Maybe that's why you give in a little.
Without moving, without looking at him, or pushing the frames away, you decide to bite. “What time?”
“Party starts at 4, you could even be helpful and bring Dustin with you.” The tone he’s giving you matches the one you gave him earlier perfectly. Sarcastic and a little mean with a slight tease.
“Hm, maybe.” Because you’re not gonna let him think you're that easy. That you’ll listen to whatever he says, especially with that tone.
With that he finally makes his way back to the kids, satisfied with the work he’s done. Once he steps into Dustin's house the kids are all over him asking brand new questions they didn't have a moment ago, before he deliberately ignored them just to talk to you more.
“So what was that all about? Were you trying to make her stop coming over?” Dustin shouts, knowing Steve had to have messed something up.
“The only man to ever think with anything but his heart.” Mike tsks with a simple shake of his head and a hand to his own heart. As if he's the old and wise one.
“We know what he was thinking with.” Lucas quips back, giving Mike a big grin. Fist bump ready at his own joke that he shouldn't understand in the first place.
“His brain?” El questions.
“Exactly El.” Will pitifully smiles at her with a hand on her shoulder. Saddened by the fact that these are the people she has to deal with.
Steve puts a finger up in the air ready to point at them with the other hand on his hip, a mom pose for sure. “Listen losers, she’s coming over tomorrow for the party. If you say, actually no, if you even mutter a single thing to make me look bad, your ass is grass. You’re dead, you got me?” His thick brows raise and his big eyes get bigger, trying to really seal the deal that he’s serious about this.
The kids however, they just roll their eyes and grumble yes’s and nod along. Like they would ever make a whole plan over him and some girl coming over. Or better yet, actually listen to him. It’s almost comical how quickly they get over what Steve was doing with the neighbor and focus back on the real reason he was called after in the first place. With your voice stuck in his head and the kids voices coming through his ears he feels ready to go back outside for a well needed break all over again.
The party comes quickly. Steve starts his day making sure the house is spotless. Even though it always is, thanks to the absence of his parents, the house barely looks lived in but he still cleans what he can anyways. By afternoon he calls it good enough and starts setting up for the party, lazily putting streamers and balloons in corners or where there's empty space. His calling isn't for decorative design that's for sure but the vibes are all there nonetheless. About 20 minutes before the party is set to start Robin comes allowing Steve to get himself ready while she sets the food up. They work as a pretty good team to get everything situated, Robin calls off things that should be out and Steve checks them off by pointing to where they are.
Half of the group comes first, filling in the home with ease due to how often they come by. Mike, El, Will, Nancy, and Jonathan come together since they all live closer to each other. Plus wherever Nance goes Jonathan follows. Minutes later Lucas follows hand in hand with Max, not even knocking on the door simply letting themselves in.
4;15pm comes too quickly and you and Dustin still weren't there. The fact that Dustin wasn't present gave Steve a sick amount of hope that you were coming. Fashionably late maybe but still you’d show up. But there was also a part of him that knew it could just be his mom taking her sweet time bringing him over. He tries to busy himself with getting everyone drinks, opening up the back door so the kids could start getting in the pool.
Right before he goes out the door himself– trying to district himself by sitting at the edge of the pool– he hears Dustin's voice, loud and clear in an upset tone.
“Have you ever heard of hurrying up? Time management? Being somewhere when you need to be there?”
“We get it, you don't go to any parties. So here's a tip, no one ever arrives exactly when it starts.” You bend down slightly bumping your shoulder with his as you roll your eyes.
The kid makes his way through Steve's house with ease and you try to stay close enough behind, not familiar with the layout. It’s like he forgets you’re even there because he stops right where the hallway meets the kitchen, making you basically flat tire him. Within a second you push him aside, derailing from your horrible leader.
“Well look who decided to show up.” Steve is missing a t- shirt, only wearing swimtrunks and it would be a lie to say you didn't feel your cheeks slightly warm up at the sight.
“I never said no.” You shrug.
“Never said yes.”
“Guess you should count yourself lucky I'm here then huh?” You give his bare shoulder a squeeze before moving past him to look at the food the kids have already mauled through.
Steve can't tell if his shoulder is burning from his few seconds out in the sun or from your simple touch, more so a gesture to get him to move but still. The skin on skin contact was enough to set fire in his shoulder, spreading to the rest of his body.
Your back is turned to him as you pick at some of the fruit. “You want me to get you a drink?” He asks from behind you. A little too close due to the fact that you just met him yesterday but the tension is strong enough that it almost doesn't feel close enough.
You simply nod at him, cheeks stuffed with sweet strawberries. The slight movement makes your shirt slip down your shoulder, the fabric there long since cut away. Bare skin shows along with a bathing suit he hasn't seen on you yet. It’s a nice red color that works well with your skin tone, could match the hint of your cheeks that you hope isn't showing as bad as it feels.
A cold beer is handed to you, as he starts to open his own. It takes only a few seconds till he clinks his beer to yours before he gestures his hand forward, wanting you to go in front of him. Again could be a nice well taught manner or an excuse to see your ass in the small shorts you have on. Instinctively you do as he says, walking ahead of him and waving to the kids you’ve already met before.
Steve even goes as far as to put his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the older teens that are there with their own respective drinks. The heat of the moment hits you, wanting to look good for the new people you're meeting, not expecting him to touch you like this, and being unable to give him a surprised look. So you greet them and introduce yourself like you can't still feel the warmth of his large hand resting on your back. When he moves to grab you a chair he even puts his hands slightly above your hips to move you away. All touchy and handsy for someone who only had the balls to invite you to this party just yesterday.
If these weren't Steve's closest friends it could almost be read as you two being a couple. Your chair being directly next to his, him waiting for you to sit in it before he even lets himself sit in his, continuously asking if you're okay when you get quiet. It’s all a lot. Plus the heat beaming down on you mixed with the fact that he’s shirtless adds tremendously to it. His chest hair paired with his tan skin that's littered with moles could have you drooling, shutting your thighs together.
Although he’s not the only one playing with fire. When you need another drink you squeeze his bicep to get his attention, and your voice is sugary sweet as you ask him to get you one. And when he comes back with it you put your hand high up on his thigh as a thank you, even leaving it there for a few painful seconds too long. To then press the cool drink to your neck and give a soft moan of relief.
What completely does it for Steve is when you take your shirt off, complaining of the heat and he sees your bathing suit. Still a two piece bathing suit, one that's got more coverage than the last few he’s seen you in. Knowing kids and people you don't know will be present but the red bra still fits you like a dream. Boobs cupped in fabric and wire for support that does just enough for the boy next to you. And it doesn't take a genius to notice he's eyeing them either. You can feel it.
As he tries to pull his eyes away needing to look at something else– anything else– he goes for your face, or your eyes rather. Except yours are already set right on him. Catching him in what he was doing, going from boobs to your lips to your eyes. Like a snake slithering and traveling up your body.
Before he knows it one second your hand interlocks with his and the next you’re pulling him into his own house.
The older teens are too busy talking already a few drinks deep and the kids have tired eyes, burning from trying to look under water even though Steve has repeatedly told them not to do it because the pool has chlorine in it. Leaving you two to be able to slip away almost too easily.
“Jesus what– what’re you doing?” He’s already out of breath, first from being dragged away and second from how thick the tension has become. Built in the last few hours you've been here.
“I saw you.” You’re practically backing him into the wall by the kitchen. It’s hidden from anyone if they tried to peek inside but the two of you aren't locked away from anyone.
Steve knows what you mean but he feels sick at the fact that you caught him so easily. That his need was written so clearly on his face. “You were practically shoving them in my face. What was I supposed to do?”
“Funny, acting like that’s not all you've been doing since the first time you saw me. You’re not as slick as you think.” With each back and forth comment you both make the closer you become. One more word and your chest he’s been stuck on will touch his.
“Yeah well when you wear stuff like that things happen.”
You should hit him. Tell him how awful he is to say something like that, especially if he wants something out of you. But instead the space between you closes and your lips meet his. There’s a millisecond of shock from Steve before he's kissing you back. All teeth and spit, messy and quick like he’s scared it might not last. His hands are quick to reach your hips, slowly but surely making his way round to your ass where you still have those stupid, barely there, little shorts on.
Before anything happens Steve flips your position. His tongue presses against your lips, begging asking to be let in, you grab his hands to pull them to your boobs. Your back arches off the wall, body trying to find some satisfaction in all this touching he's doing. Focusing on your tongue fighting with his and trying to pull your top down so he can finally have his way. Right hand grasping onto you and lightly pulling as the other pinches your nipple, making you squeal and momentarily disconnect your lips from his.
Your breaths merge, becoming one from how close you two are before he moves his head down. Moans slip past your lips with ease as he takes his time to kiss below your jaw, to your neck, lips finding their way to your collar bone, before reaching where he’s been so desperately looking. Sucking gently on your nipple as he massages the other one.
His knee forces your legs apart, and you let your knees bend to fully sit on his thigh. Trapped between his grip, mouth, and knee. Your brain feels empty, creating zero thoughts besides how good what he’s doing to you feels. Instead of thoughts your body reacts, trying to grind and make friction on his thigh you were touching up on earlier. It gets a groan out of him as well, letting go of your boobs to wrap his hands around your jaw to properly kiss you. When he pulls away a string of saliva stretched between both of your lips before breaking. The sound of the door is loud and Robin's voice follows after it.
“Steve hurry up, we need your help, the kids won't stop splashing us!” She shouts quickly, like there's a race against time that is not on her side. The door shuts loudly following silence, letting you know she's left.
With heavy breaths he brings the straps of your top back onto your shoulders, fixing it so it doesn't look like he was anywhere near you. Following that he presses a few gentle kisses to your lips, not wanting to leave you thinking this was just some casual mistake.
“Guess duty calls huh?” A small squeeze is given to your hip before he grabs your hand to go back outside, dropping it just before anyone would notice.
“Hey! What’d I say about splashing the water outta the pool? Huh?”
You almost don't have the brain power to change the look of shock on your face. So close to getting exactly what you wanted before getting completely stopped. Not just by Robin but Steve as well. Dropping it like it never happened. Like a tease to show you just what you could be missing. Well, two could play at that game.
LOVE THIS CONCEPT! steve having one sided beef without knowing her is so on character for him. the writing is so immersive, i was hooked the whole time. the chemistry is amazing!!!
