Synopsis: Steve is hopelessly head over heels for you
Pairing: fem! Babysitter X Steve Harrington
cw: mentions of playboy, smut, fluff, dry-humping, premature ejaculation, unprotected p in v, mentions of male masturbationa/n: this is one of my old works. I apologize in advance if this isn't good; also, this is heavily inspired by Adventures of Babysitting because it's like the best movie ever
It was a Friday night, and you were getting ready to go out with your boyfriend when your mom walked in and told you the Wheelers are practically begging to sit for them tonight.
“Mom, I can’t, I’m going out with Sean tonight!” You say, turning around from your vanity.
“Alright, I’ll go tell them.” Your mom says, with a heavy sigh, before leaving your bedroom entrance.
You roll your eyes and continue to get ready for your date. That's when you hear it, a rhythmic knock at your door. You shot up from your vanity chair and raced to the door to see your boyfriend.
“Hi baby!” You say, jumping into his arms and placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Hi babe,” he says in a flat tone, pushing you off of him.
“What's wrong?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion because he has never rejected your affections before.
“Um, my sister is sick tonight, and my mom wants me to take care of her… so we can’t go out tonight.” He says, avoiding eye contact.
“Oh, well, can I come over and help you? I can make her some soup!” You say with a smile.
“NO! No, no, um, she’s like really contagious, and I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Oh alright.” You say in a soft voice, looking down to hide your sadness.
“Hey, how about next weekend we go to that restaurant you love so much?” He says, lifting your chin to meet his eyes.
“Okay,” you say with a half smile.
“Okay, I’ll see you at school.” He smiles, walks back to his car, and leaves immediately.
You watch as he drives away. You feel your tear ducts swell with hopeless tears as you walk back into your house, shutting the door behind you as you walk to your room. You change out of the nice clothes you dressed yourself in for your date and put on a pair of Levi's jeans and a button-up top, clipping your hair back with a banana clip.
“Hey, Mom! Can you call the wheeler back?” You ask as your voice breaks.
“Yeah, I’m on it.” She shouts back.
You wipe your tears and fix your mascara, then grab your bag and walk out to your living room to see what the Wheelers said.
“They thanked you a lot and said that they would pay you double because you had to cancel your date. Mike is already at the house, and they’re about to leave right now. They said you only have to watch Mike because they took Holly to Joyce's.” Your mom informs you.
“Okay, I love you,” You say, placing a kiss on her cheek before you grab your keys.
“Love you too, drive safe!” She shouts as you leave the house.
Once you reach the Wheelers, you are met with a frantic Karen and Ted, who is slumping on the couch, eating potato chips in his nice suit.
“Oh, goodness, you’re here, sweet girl, thank you so much for this; it means a lot,” Karen says, embracing you in a tight hug.
“Yes, of course, Mrs.Wheeler, anytime,” You say with a smile as you step inside.
“Okay, it’s just Mike tonight. There is a possibility his friends might come over, but they aren’t crazy; they’ll probably just play their fantasy game in the basement,” Karen explains while she puts on her heels.
“Anyway, if you need us, you can call us; we should be home no later than three.” She says, grabbing her purse from the rack.
You smile and nod at her words.
“Okay, Ted, come on, let's go!” She says, in a less friendly tone, rolling her eyes and looking at her useless husband.
“Okay, Mike, be good, bye sweetie, mommy loves you.” She says, blowing kisses at him while she exits the house.
“So, you wanna play any games?” You say with a smile as you sit next to Mike on the couch.
“O-oh, umm, I think Dustin, Lucas, and Will are going to be here any moment, so I think I should set up downstairs.” He says in a nervous tone, immediately standing up when you sit down next to him.
“Oh, okay, well, if you need anything, you can let me know,” You give him a sheepish smile as you pick up the magazines on the coffee table.
He just shoots you back a timid smile before heading down the basement stairs. Twenty minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. You swing your legs off the couch and make your way to the front door to be greeted with familiar faces: Lucas, Will, Dustin, and Steve Harrington?
“Hi, is Mike here?” Dustin speaks up.
“Can we come in?” Lucas asks enthusiastically.
“Yeah,” You say, opening the door wider, stepping out of the way so the group can enter the home.
“Hi y/n,” Will says in a quiet voice.
“Hi Will, how are you? How’s your mom?” You ask, pulling him into a side hug.
“I’m good, she’s good, she’s just busy with work,” he states.
“Oh well, if she ever needs me to watch you, I can. I’ll even give her a discount if she lets me stay over for dinner,” You joke, giving his hair a ruffle.
“Okay, I’ll tell her,” He says with a smile.
“Come on, Will!” Mike shouts out from the basement door.
“Okay, bye.” He waves before running off to the rest of the group, leaving you with Steve.
“So what are you doing here?” You say, turning around, meeting Steve's eyes.
“Oh, Me? I was watching Will and Dustin when they told me I needed to get Lucas and bring them over to Mike's,” He explains, his eyes nervously avoiding yours.
“Ms.Byers lets you babysit Will?” You question because a few years ago, he got his ass beat by Jonathan; you’d seen them be cordial during group settings, but you didn’t think it went beyond that.
“Yeah, I know, I didn’t expect it either, but Jonathan and I are friends now.”
“I didn’t know you guys were friends, friends; I thought you guys were just tolerating each other for Dustin and Will. I still can’t believe it, honestly. I thought the dinosaurs would come back before you guys would ever become friends,” You joke, walking back to the couch.
“Yeah,” he laughs, following you to the couch.
“So what's new with you?” You ask in an endearing tone.
“Oh, nothing much, I just started working at the mall a few weeks ago, and I have to wear this ridiculous outfit,” He explains as he runs his hands up and down his thighs.
“I’ve seen you before! I just didn’t know it was you!” You laugh, pointing your finger at him.
He looks at you, embarrassed. “It’s totally a lady killer,” He rolls his eyes.
“I mean, I don’t know, Harrington; you’ve got some girls gawking at you,” You laugh as you get up from the couch.
“Yeah, right,” he scoffs, following behind you.
“Hey, can you go ask the boys if they want something to snack on before I order pizza?” You ask as you open the fridge and look around.
He nods his head yes and obeys your commands like a puppy. He opens the basement door impatiently, running down the stairs.
“Hey, do you guys want snacks? Y/n is gonna order the pizza in a litt-” Steve stops in his tracks when he sees the boys holding this month's Playboy, all of them surrounded in a circle.
“Ew, guys, are you serious?” He says in a disgusted tone as he grabs the magazine from the boys. “Where did you guys even get this?” He says, scolding the boys, as if he doesn’t have the same one waiting for him at home.
“It’s my dad's,” Mike says, trying to reach for it.
“Steve, there’s this girl that looks exactly like y/n,” Dustin says.
“Alright, you guys are all disgusting.”
“No man, he’s telling the truth! The resemblance is uncanny!” Lucas says, trying to defend their actions.
“Look, just open it up to the main center fold,” Mike says.
Steve hesitates for a moment, then, out of curiosity, opens it up, and to his surprise, it looks exactly like you.
“Guys, come on? Do y’all want snacks or not?” You say, looking down the basement stairs as Steve frantically tries to hide the Playboy.
“Um, some fruit?” Dustin smiles.
“Alright...” You say in an ambivalent tone.
Once you leave, Mike walks over to where Steve threw the magazine.
“Dude, this is my dad’s; he’s going to kill me if he finds out I took this!” He says, picking up the Playboy and smoothing out the front page.
“Is this why you guys wanted to come over?” He asks, running his hands through his hair.
“Well, Mike just said it was crazy how much it looked like her, and we were all curious,” Dustin shrugs.
“You guys are sick!” Steve says, bringing his hands to his hips.
“Oh come on, Steve, don’t pretend she doesn’t look like her and that you don’t invite us over when she’s watching us just so you can watch her swim,” Will says.
Steve scoffs. “Okay, well, at least I’m not a bunch of weirdos,” He tries to defend himself as if he hadn’t thought the same thing when he saw the girl on the main centerfold, using it to fulfill his dirty desires.
“Oh come on, man, it’s so pathetic how much you want her; it's embarrassing. You know she has a boyfriend, right?” Lucas says.
“It’s called being a friend!” Steve retaliates. “Whatever, you guys need to go put this back and come back up to do something else,” He orders.
Mike lets out a groan and marches up the stairs to put the Playboy back. The boys follow him upstairs, but leave him to go sit on the couch. Steve emerges from the basement, butthurt.
“Here you guys go!” You say, placing bowls of fruit in front of the boys sitting on the floor, and flicking through channels.
“There's nothing good to watch,” Lucas groans as Mike joins them.
“I think Nancy still has that scary movie we watched last weekend. Let me go get it.” You say, exiting the room.
Mike sits down, and the Playboy falls out from under his shirt.
“What the hell, man! I told you to put that thing back!” Steve says, picking it up.
“I tried! My parents locked their bedroom door,” Mike explains in a panicked, honest tone.
“Got it!” You shout, returning.
All of the boys panic, trying to look for places to hide it, but it's too late. You walk into the living room to see Steve holding it in his lap.
“Ew, man, come on, there's kids around, do this on your own time!” You say, throwing a pillow at Steve, before popping in the tape.
“I’m going to kill you, Wheeler,” Steve whispers into Mike's ear, pulling his collar close to him so he can hear the threat.
“It’s not mine!” Steve says as you sit down on the couch next to you.
“So where did it come from? Thin air?” You say, giving him a disgusted look as the boys look back at you guys, trying to hear the drama.
“I’ll get it,” You say, getting off the couch lazily.
“I’m going to kill you little shits,” Steve says, leaning down.
“Wait, hold on guys, pause the movie!” You say in an assertive tone.
Will pauses the TV, and all of the boys are watching you, eager to know what is being told to you through the phone.
“One at a time!” You shout into the receiver.
“We just saw Sean at Enzo's with Heather; he was kissing her,” Nancy says.
“What? No, his sister is sick; he's at home with her,” You say, turning your body away from your audience.
“No, y/n, I’m 100% sure it’s him; how many people have a Jean jacket with their name branded on it?” Jonathan says in a sympathetic tone.
“Oh my god, I’m such an idiot,” You say, leaning against the wall.
“No, you’re not; he’s just a loser,” Nancy says in a reassuring tone.
“Give me two minutes, I’ll be right there,” You say, your eyes filled with tears.
“Wait, aren’t you watching my brother?” Nancy asks.
“Steve's here; he brought over Lucas, Will, and Dustin. They’re watching the scary movie we watched last weekend,” You sniffle.
“Okay, we’ll be here if you need us,” Jonathan says.
“Thanks,” You say, wiping your tears before hanging up the phone.
“Are you okay y/n?” Steve asks, walking up to you to reassure you.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need you to watch the boys for a minute,” You say as a tear rolls down your cheek, avoiding eye contact with Steve because you know if you look at him, you will be bawling your eyes out.
“Is it about Sean?” He asks, rubbing your shoulders. “Look at me. Is it about Sean?” He says, gripping your chin to make you look at him.
You nod sadly and burst into tears, shoving your face into his broad chest.
“Hey, it’s okay,” He says, stroking your hair as you cry into his arms.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Will asks, walking up to you, rubbing your back.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” You say, pulling out of Steve's arms, wiping your tears.
“What happened?” Lucas asks, running to your side to comfort you.
“Sean is a loser; that's what happened.” Mike rolls his eyes. “He’s always so mean when he’s over.”
“Well, you guys won't have to worry about that anymore.” You joke, trying to comfort yourself.
“What? What do you mean?” Steve asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Um, Nance and Jonathan saw him at Enzo's with Heather,” You say, looking at your feet.
“That son of a bitch,” Dustin says.
“Are they still there?” Mike asks.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go break things off with him,” You say, pushing through the crowd to grab your purse and keys.
“You shouldn’t drive while you're crying. Let me come with you,” Steve says, lunging out to grab your arm.
“Yeah, let us come; I have some things I would like to say to him,” Mike says.
“Fine. But don’t tell your parents.” You sniffle.
“Okay,” They say in unison as they exit the home, waiting for Steve to unlock the car.
As you get in the car, you can feel yourself cry harder, bringing your hands to your face as Lucas tries to comfort you by patting your shoulder, and Steve glances at you with empathetic anger. He’s gripping tightly onto the wheel, thinking about bashing Sean's face in.
“Thank you,” You say, grabbing Lucas’ hand and squeezing it as you look back at him to smile at him.
“No problem, Max told me this is better than telling you things,” He says with a proud smile.
You laugh at his words. “I mean, does he not realize how lucky he is?” Steve says under his breath as he squeezes onto the wheel. You look back at Steve, only catching half of his words, wanting to hear more.
“What?” You say, looking at him with glossy eyes.
“I mean, he’s an idiot for cheating on you. I’d kill to be with you; I mean, anyone would be lucky to be with you, you're amazing.” He says, stumbling over his words, trying to hide his admiration for you.
“Oh god,” Dustin whispers, letting out a deep sigh.
You guys pull into Enzo's parking lot, seeing Nancy and Jonathan waiting outside.
“What are you guys doing here?” Nancy questions, looking at the boy getting out of the car one by one.
“It’s not their fault we practically begged them,” Will says, running over to Jonathan.
“You ready?” Steve asks, looking over at you as you stare at the entrance.
“You know we were supposed to eat here tonight,” You say in an angry tone.
“Wow, he’s real original,” Steve scoffs as he takes your hand.
The boys follow behind you guys fast before Nancy stops them and tells them to wait for you guys out there and to mind their business.
Once you step inside, you immediately spot him. Heather is twirling her permed hair between her fingers, laughing at the jokes you told him. God, you want to kill him. You march up to the table angrily, stopping in front of them as Sean gives you a guilty look.
“Y-y/n, this isn’t what it looks like, I swear,” He laughs.
“Shut up, Sean! Nancy and Jonathan literally saw you guys kissing.” You say in a fed-up tone. “God, I've been doing everything in my power to save our relationship, and you’re cheating on me; you’re such a loser,” You say.
Sean scoffs. “I mean, yeah, it’s hard to be with someone who always has a puppy following her around,” he says, making direct eye contact with Steve.
“Leave Steve out of this; we’re over. Enjoy my leftovers,” You say, giving Heather a sarcastic smile before walking away.
“You’re such a slut,” Sean says under his breath.
“What did you just say?” Steve asks, angrily, turning around.
“You heard me, Harrington, she’s a slut,” Sean says, further antagonizing Steve. “I tell her my sister is sick and she's with you.” Sean laughs.
“Take that back,” Steve says.
“Or else what? “King” Steve is going to rise from the dead and give me a beating? That might’ve worked in High School, but we're in the real world now, Steve.” Sean scoffs, pushing Steve back. “You enjoy her, Slut y/n, always whoring around with Harrington.”
That was the last straw for Steve; he planted a strong punch to Sean's temple, knocking him into the table next to him.
“What the fuck!” Sean yells, sitting up, walking over to you. “You fucking attention whore.” He spits in a sappy tone.
“Don’t you ever call me a whore,” You say, kicking him straight in the crotch. “You wish you could be half the man Steve is.” You say, looking at him on the floor, fleeing before you and Steve get escorted out.
“Nice kick,” Steve laughs as you guys run out of the restaurant.
“Wow, y/n,” Nancy smiles, pulling you into a hug.
“Told you guys she could handle herself. It’s because we watched Karate Kid, isn’t it?” Lucas says.
“Okay, enough excitement; we need to get you guys back home,” You say, flustered at the praise.
They listen to your wishes, piling into the car as you apologize profusely to Nancy and Jonathan for crashing their date. They both tell you it's no problem and that you can always hang out with them when you need to. The drive back is filled with laughter and recreations of your and Steve’s actions. When you get back to the Wheeler house, you order a pizza, and you guys finish it while watching the horror movie. After the movie is over, the boys are knocked out on the floor, lying on each other, while they snore.
“Come on, big boy, go carry them to Mike's room,” You say in a sleepy voice, softly smacking Steve’s shoulder.
“Absolutely not,” Steve scoffs.
“What? You aren’t strong enough?” You tease.
Steve lets out an unwilling sigh as he rises from the couch, picking up Will and carrying him to Mike's room. Then, coming back for Dustin, Lucas, and Mike, one by one, meticulously setting them down, making sure not to wake them up, placing them in their sleeping bags, which they had set up previously. Once Steve tucks in Dustin, he closes the door lightly, turning around to see you watching him from the hallway with admiration.
“Um, what time are the Wheelers going to be back?” Steve asks in a hushed tone as he strides closer to you.
“In like thirty minutes,” you say, checking your watch. “Nance is staying with Jonathan tonight, so I might just crash on her bed,” You laugh, walking back to the living room.
“I could drive you home, if you want. I mean, if you’re too tired to drive, you know,” Steve offers, in a groveling tone.
“No, you’ve helped me plenty tonight.” You smile, grabbing his hand, running your fingers over his lightly bruised knuckles.
“He’s an asshole,” He says, looking up at you with a warm gaze.
“Yeah, he really is. I don’t even know why I was with him in the first place,” You sigh, continuing to fiddle with his hand in yours.
“I mean, you’re totally hot and sweet; what isn’t there to love?” He says, slipping off his tongue effortlessly.
“You think I’m hot?” You giggle.
“Totally, hotter than Phoebe Cates,” He smiles cheesily.
You look at him for a second, stunned by his words. You stare deeply into his eyes, then look down at his lips. Following your heart, you lean in and plant a soft kiss on his lips. He brings one of his hands to your hair and the other to your waist, pulling you in closer. You swing one of your legs over his hips, straddling him as you deepen the kiss, softly tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.” You say, breaking the kiss. “I don’t want you to think I’m doing this just because Sean cheated on me. I really like you, Steve; you’re amazing,” You say, embarrassed by your actions.
“If you think I’m so amazing, why don’t you keep kissing me?” He smiles.
“Because it’s unfair to you; I don’t want you to think I’m using you..” You say, looking at him with sad eyes.
“Baby, trust me, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this.” He says, stroking your hair. “I’d be blessed to be used by you,” he says, giving your cheek a soft kiss.
“You’ve been dreaming about this?” You tease, bringing your hand to cup his face. “Is that why you need that Playboy?” You say, giving him a playful smile.
“Oh my god, I swear that was not mine; Mike stole it from his dad because one of the girls looked like you,” He says, trying to defend himself, but only makes it worse.
“I don’t know whether to be disgusted or take it as a compliment,” You joke.
“Well, I mean, they weren’t wrong. I thought it looked like you when I first saw it, and in their defence, they weren’t doing anything dirty to it, just observing.”
“Well, that’s comforting,” You laugh. “Wait, when you first saw it? Tonight wasn’t the first time you’ve seen the picture,” You smile at him mischievously, catching him in his words.
“Umm,” he says, clearing his throat, hoping you won't ask him more questions.
“Tell me, Steve, how many times have you gotten off using that picture, imagining it's me?” You whisper in his ear, nibbling softly on the lobe.
He lets out a meek whine, readjusting his hips under you.
“Come on, Steve,” You plead, kissing up his neck and stopping at his jawline, rolling your hips lightly against his hips.
“Oh fuck,” he says under his breath. “Ever since I saw it, even before then, I couldn’t get you out of my head,” He admits submissively.
“You’re such a dirty boy, thinking about me while you get off,” You say against his lips before kissing him roughly, moving your clothed pussy against his hard-on. “You know, when you defended me today, it kinda turned me on,” You say breathlessly as you break the kiss, catching your breath, continuing to roll your hips against his needy boner. “You’re so hot when you get jealous, you know that?” You say, placing soft love bites down his neck while he lets out soft groans, gripping the flesh on your waist mercilessly. You can feel him grow needier and impatient as he bucks his hips up. “Such a needy boy,” You tease, pulling the hair on the nape of his neck, while simultaneously bringing your lips back to his, forcibly shoving your tongue into his mouth. He lets out a helpless whine against your lips as you drag down your hips harder. Then he lets out a muffled moan as he pulls your hips down against his dick. “Did you just come in your pants?” You say, breaking the kiss and looking down at his slightly damp jeans.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing,” He says, looking down at the mess.
“It's okay, it's kinda hot,” You say, giving his lips a quick peck.
“You think me not being able to make it past the foreplay is hot?” He says in a disbelieving tone.
“Yeah, it just shows me how desperate you are.” You smile, swinging your leg off his lap and standing up. “Come on, you have to go; they’re going to be here any minute.” You say, pulling him off the couch. “And you aren’t exactly decent.” You laugh, looking at his cum stained jeans.
“God, you’re so hot when you're bossy,” He says, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss.
“Okay, seriously, you need to go,” You laugh against his lips.
“Come over tomorrow?” He asks, rubbing your ass through your jeans.
“I will now go before you get me into trouble.” You say, nudging him towards the front door.
The next day, you enter Steve’s backyard with Nancy, Jonathan, and Will.
“Hey-” Steve stops himself as he sees Nancy, Jonathan, and Will trailing behind you.
“Hey, man,” Jonathan says, closing the gate behind him.
Steve shoots Jonathan a half-hearted smile, then walks towards you. “I thought it was just going to be us,” He says with a melancholic look on his face.
“I tried, but Nancy came back before her parents, and I was setting up in her room to sleep, and she noticed the stain on my pants, and she kept interrogating me,” You say, looking up at him with a nervous smile.
“Well, I mean, it’s just the Byers and Nance; it’s not like they’re gonna be here all day,” He says confidently, putting his hands on his hips.
“About that….” Nancy interrupts. “The boys are coming and so are Max and El; they’re just picking up some water balloons..” She says, giving Steve a sympathetic smile.
“Jesus,” Steve whispers under his breath, running his hands through his hair.
“I’m just going to put the drinks in the fridge; Jon and I got some for the teens and for us,” Nancy says with a roguish smile, as she and Jonathan haul the cooler into the house.
“They’re going to be here all day, baby,” Steve whines as he runs his hands over his face.
“No, they won't; just tell them a lie when you’re feeling super desperate,” You laugh, removing your sunglasses from your face and onto your head.
“Hey, gu-” Steve shouts, but you stop him and cover his mouth.
“I think you can wait at least two hours.” You say, keeping your hand on his mouth as he gives you a helpless look.
Twenty minutes later, all of the kids arrive, ready to swim and terrorize Steve with their obnoxious questions.
“No, Max, you can not throw a water balloon at my face,” He says, annoyed.
Max rolls her eyes and averts her eyes to Mike, who is putting on sunscreen, aiming it at him and hitting him perfectly. “Nancy, did you see that! Do something!” Mike shouts, rubbing the red spot on his arm.
“Good hit, Max,” Nancy laughs, giving Max a high five.
Mike groans and walks next to Will, using him as a shield, because he knows Max won't target Will.
You laugh at the actions and sit on the lounge chair next to Steve, who is covering his eyes with his sunglasses in hopes of not getting made fun of by the party for staring at you.
“I think I’m gonna go in the water,” You smile, shrugging off your cover-up, revealing a bathing suit that feeds the imagination. You shoot Steve a wink as you get up from the chair and walk over to the poolside.
“Hey, y/n, wanna see who can hold their breath longer?” Dustin asks, standing next to you on the edge of the pool.
“You’re going to lose,” You laugh, dipping your feet into the pool as you walk down the steps.
“Lucas, come count for us!” Dustin shouts as he fully submerges himself in the pool.
You follow Dustin's lead, dipping your head to get it over with.
“Okay, on the count of three, you both are going to put your heads under water,” Lucas says, getting into the pool and swimming towards you and Dustin.
“My money’s on y/n,” Max says.
“Same,” El says, earning a glare from Dustin. “I mean, I can’t bet on both of you,” El shrugs.
“Okay.. one…. Two…. three…” Lucas says.
Both you and Dustin quickly plunge yourselves underwater, both of you trying your best to remain underwater as your bodies want to gravitate to the top. You could stay down there longer, but you notice Dustin is starting to struggle, so you just give him the win. You emerge from the water, playfully gasping for air, then Dustin follows, with a big, proud smile on his face.
“You see that, Steve?” He asks enthusiastically, shaking his hair dry like a dog.
“Yup, I saw that, buddy,” He smiles, looking down at you guys as he lurks on the edge of the pool. Giving Max the perfect opportunity to push him in.
“I’m gonna kick your butt, Max!” He shouts, effortlessly flipping his hair back in the perfect position.
Everyone laughs at Max’s gesture, and Mike surprisingly high-fives her like they placed a bet on who can push Steve in first.
“I’m going to get a drink, want one?” You say with a sly smile, swimming towards Steve.
“Um, sure,” he smiles back sheepishly.
“Okay,” You say before swimming towards the stairs and exiting the pool. Steve’s eyes are glued to you as you exit the pool, watching your every move, until he is pulled out of his trance when Dustin splashes him with water.
“I think you drooled in the pool,” Dustin laughs, splashing more water at him.
“Ha ha,” Steve fake laughs, lunging towards him to push him underwater.
You return with four drinks in your hand. One for you, Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy. You hand Nancy and Jonathan theirs, and place Steve's next to his shirt that is sitting on the floor, next to the lounge chair. You sit down and nurse your drink as you watch Steve mess around with the kids in the water. Teaching El how to do a backflip off the diving board and playing sharks and minnows with them. After four rounds of being it for sharks and minnows, he exits the pool.
“Hi,” He says, walking towards you, shaking himself dry, splashing you in the process.
“Are you sure you didn’t birth Dustin?” You laugh, wiping the water off your face.
Steve smiles at you and sits down on the lounge chair next to you, picking up the warm drink that has been sitting next to his shirt for forty minutes.
“Ugh,” He says with a disgusted face as he sets the drink back down on the floor.
You laugh at his reaction, “You want me to get you a new one?” You ask sweetly, standing up.
“Yeah, I’ll come with you,” He says, practically leaping out of his chair.
“That would defeat the whole purpose of me getting it for you,” You laugh as you walk to the sliding glass door to enter Steve's house.
“Not really,” He says, checking you out shamelessly, as your back is to him.
You laugh and open the sliding door, making your way to the fridge, slightly sticking your hips out as you bend down to search the bottom of the fridge, and grab a can for Steve. You sit up to give it to him, but when you stand back up you back hits Steve’s strong chest.
“Now I see why you wanted to come,” You laugh, turning around to face him.
“Can I ask them to leave soon?” He asks, pouting.
“Isn’t that a little mean?” You say with a fisky smile, cocking your head to the right and scrunching your nose.
“Not unless you want them to hear you,” Steve says in a sultry tone, bringing one of his hands to tuck your hair behind your ear.
“Okay, but do it in fifteen minutes so it's not that obvious,” You smile.
“Okay,” He says, giving you a quick peck on the lips before you both return outside.
Steve grows impatient, only waiting ten minutes. “Okay, you all need to go; gardeners are going to be here any minute,” He says, shooing the kids out of the pool. You follow along with the act, packing your things reluctantly and complaining with the group. You all begin to make your way to the gate before Steve shouts out your name, lightly jogging towards you.
“Hey, didn’t you need help with that thing?” He lies horribly, making Jonathan and Nancy share a look.
“Oh, yeah, I did!” You lie just as badly as him.
“Why don’t I help you with it before you go?” He smiles, swaying anxiously.
“Oh, okay, you guys go ahead, I’ll just call my mom right now.” You smile, walking away from the group, trying to conceal your lies to the best of your abilities.
“They’re so gonna bone,” Mike says under his breath. Max nods her head, agreeing with Mike. Causing Nancy to hit his shoulder and push him out the gate faster.
“Happy Screams?” El asks in an innocent tone.
“Yeah, happy screams,” Dustin replies, patting her shoulder softly and fully exiting the Gate, Jonathan closing it behind him.
“Very smooth,” You laugh as you both watch, making sure they all leave, with no signs of them coming back.
“I couldn’t wait five more minutes,” He says, pulling you in for a kiss. “Teasing me with this thing,” He mumbles against your lips, slightly tugging at the strings of your bikini top, loosening them.
You hum softly against his lips and dash towards the house, looking back at him playfully as you do so. You run up the stairs, beating him to his bedroom. Once he enters his room, you’re already lying back on his bed, looking up at him with a coquettish smile. He melts instantly, crawling onto the bed, hovering over you as he kisses your lips. You bring your hands to his neck, pushing him down to deepen the kiss as you roll your hips up, trying to chase the touch of his boner.
“And I’m the needy one,” Steve chuckles against your lips, moving them down your jaw and down to your neck, sucking softly on the sensitive skin, making you moan softly and bring your hands to his hair, tugging at his thick, damp hair. “Steve,” You moan softly, wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing him against your needy cunt, as he attacks your neck like a vampire. “Please,” You whine, scratching his scalp with your nails softly.
“Okay, okay,” He says against your neck as you lift your chest to allow him to fully untie your top, pushing it off and over your head, leaving you exposed. “Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” He says, running his hands over your bare tits, brushing his thumbs over your nipples until they pebble, causing you to let out a gruttle moan and buck your hips up, relieving your needs. You bring your hands to the waistband of his swim trunks and desperately tug at it, silently telling him you want them off. He obeys your commands and shoves the moist shorts down along with his underwear, leaving him naked before you. Your mouth falls ajar; I mean, you heard rumors in school, but you never believed them, until now.
“Steve, you’re huge,” You say, sitting up on your elbows, further examining his girthy member.
“You can take it,” He winks, working down your bottoms, pulling them off.
You bite your lip as he kisses up your stomach, stopping at your navel, sucking, marking you. You let out a soft sigh as his tip teases your entrance when he moves his mouth to one of your tits, sucking lightly on it and palming the other, pinching the nipple roughly.
“Steve, please,” You say, digging your fingers into his shoulders.
“So impatient,” He teases, sitting up and rubbing his tip along your slick folds, mixing your juices with his pre-cum. “Tell me if I’m hurting you,” He says, leaning himself up with your entrance, piercing you, stretching you as he pushes his tip in.
“Oh shit,” You pant, digging your nails hard into his shoulders as he continues to push himself further.
“Look at your tight, needy pussy pulling me in,” He says, watching his dick disappear into you.
You physically can’t bring yourself to form words, so you just let out a soft moan in response to his words.
“What happened? My cock is too big, you can’t think of a bratty comeback?” He says with a devilish grin on his face. “I’m only halfway in, and you’re already short-circuiting.” He chuckles lowly, continuing to shove his dick in, this time impacently, shoving his cock, balls deep into you, as your breathing becomes heavy, trying to adjust to this new sensation. “You’re so tight, sucking me in greedily,” He says, bringing his hands to your hips, before starting to move at a slow rhythm, letting you adjust to his size, then picking up the pace as you tell him to.
“Fuck, Steve,” You groan out, gripping tightly on the sheets.
“I bet Sean never fucked this pussy right. You’re mine now,” He says, gripping your chin, looking at you with dark, lustful eyes. “Tell me you’re mine,” He says, drilling into your pussy mercilessly.
“I’m yours,” You choke out.
“I’m gonna fill you up so good you’re going to feel me for days.” He says, bringing his hand to your right tit, fiddling with the nipple. Making you clench tightly around him. “Hm, you like that, baby? You like the thought of me cumming in you, breeding you,” He says, further penetrating your cunt.
“Yes!” You moan loudly, feeling yourself grow closer to your release. “Steve, I’m gonna come,” You say, shutting your eyes.
“No, open your eyes, I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum all over my cock,” He says, pinching your nipple hard, prompting you to open your eyes and look up at him with teary eyes of pleasure.
“Steve!” You whine as you’re on the cusp of your orgasm.
“I know I’m right here,” He moans.
He trusts you a few more times before you fall apart, letting out screams of pleasure, tears escaping your eyes as your ears begin to ring, and your vision goes blurry. Steve's not far behind you, chasing his own release, filling your velvety walls with ropes of thick, hot cum, continuing to give you a few pathetic thrusts, trying to prolong your guys’ highs. Collapsing onto you as he can no longer hold himself up anymore, staying inside of you, using his softening dick as a plug to keep cum inside of you.
As you both catch your breath, you run your hands through his hair as his head lies on your bare breasts like they’re pillows. Leaving his soft dick inside of you until you have to get up to use the restroom, putting on a pair of boxers, following you into the bathroom, and putting one of his shirts over you.
“Looks good on you,” He smiles, looking at you through the mirror as you wash your hands.
“Yeah?” You tease, leaving the bathroom and returning to the bed.
“Yeah,” He says, cuddling into you.
“You know how many kids I want?” He says, running his fingers up and down your arms, slightly scratching them.
“How many?” You ask, intrigued by the answer.
“Six.” He says in a flat, serious tone.
“Six?!” You say, looking down at him.
“Yeah,” he smiles, looking up at you. “Six little nuggets,” He says proudly.
“How about two?” You laugh.
“Three?” He asks, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
“I’d be fine with that,” You smile.
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