goodnight kiss | steve harrington
pairing: steve harrington x gf!reader
summary: steve drops you back home, but he doesn’t want you to leave just yet…
wc: 2.5k
contains: fem reader, established relationship, NSFW but no sex (MDNI), grinding, making out, pet names (baby, my girl), suggestive ending, no use of y/n
a/n: literally couldn’t get s1 steve bathroom scene out of my head. needy steve>>
Steve parked his Beamer on the curb outside of your house at 1 am. It's raining outside, and the soft splatter of the rain can be heard through the glass windows. Steve turned the radio down to a low hum; its soft sound mixed with the sound of lips smacking.
Steve had a problem: he just couldn't seem to let you go. You guys had spent the whole day together, and after a lot of coaxing on your part, you finally got him to drive you back home. This wasn't enough for Steve. He craved more of you, so now he is holding you hostage in his car, using his wonderful lips to keep you captive.
Your boyfriend has always been a little needy. Always wanting to hold your hand or praise you with those lips you so adored. Today was an entirely different situation. He was extra needy, extra doting, starving and deprived. The only way to relieve him of this hunger was to have you as close to him as humanly possible, always.
In the past, receiving excessive affection wasn't something you necessarily hated; it was just something you didn’t know how to handle. But when it comes to Steve, how could you hate it when he looks at you with complete adoration? How could you hate it when he looks up at you, pouting when you stop running fingers through his hair? And how could you hate it now when he’s kissing you like he needs it to survive?
“Steve,” you laugh while dragging the ‘e’ at the end of his name. “I have to go now, my parents are gonna kill me,” you say softly, your voice breathy as Steve continues to plant kisses on your lips, your cheek, anywhere he can kiss you.
“Just.. gimme.. one more minute,” Steve mumbles in between kisses. He places one hand on your cheek and the other on the back of your neck to bring you closer to his face. He lightly rubs his nose against yours – his way of telling you that he’s going in for another kiss. He leans in and kisses you, slowly at first until it grows to be messy and desperate. Despite your best efforts to leave his car, you can’t seem to resist his touch, his kiss.
Whenever Steve kissed you, it was as if the whole world went quiet and it was just the two of you. No monsters, no upside-down, no disappointed parents – it was just you and him. Nothing but you and Steve sweetly embracing each other, and a kiss that makes both of you melt into one another. For both of you, that feeling of nothing, nothing except the two of you in that moment, was sweet and devoid of any expectations.
You gather enough self-restraint to pull away from Steve's hold, pressing your palm flat against his chest to create some distance. “Okay Steve, I really have to go now,” you plead, but he is already moving, positioning himself to hold your face with both his hands.
“Okay, just one more minute, and then I’ll let you go.” he uses his thumbs to caress your face slightly. His eyes focus on your lips like he’s spellbound, as if your presence has him completely hypnotized.
“You said that five minutes ago!” You laugh at your boyfriend's silly logic. You slightly shake your head in his hands, but you make no move to push him off. With any other guy, you would've been annoyed, but it was different with Steve. You loved when he got all clingy; it made you feel wanted.
“I know baby, I know…” he trails off, eyes wandering all over your face, from your lips to the loose hairs on your forehead, like he’s trying to engrave this moment into his brain. “I just really missed you.” Steve does that slight pout that he knows you can’t resist, and in that moment, you feel your stomach flipping.
“Steven Harrington, I know you're doing that on purpose.” Your tone is playfully stern. You swiftly take his hands off your face, moving them down to the middle console of the car. You don’t let go of his hands though, and Steve uses this as an invitation to lean into you again, noses almost close enough to touch.
“Maybe…” Steve gives you a sheepish smile while his eyes dart from your lips to your eyes. “Is it a crime to miss my girl?” This earns him an eye roll from you, but regardless, a big grin stays planted on your face. In Steve's defence, you guys have been apart for a bit. With your hectic work schedule and Steve’s odd work hours at the radio station, it made it hard for your schedules to match up, leaving him with massive ‘you’ withdrawals.
A piece of Steve's hair falls on his forehead, and muscle memory has you freeing one of your hands to brush it into the rest of his perfect hair. This causes Steve to let out a quiet sigh, his head leaning slightly into your touch. His eyes flutter closed as you rake your fingers through his hair in that practiced way where you know won’t mess up the shape of his hair. The two of you stay like this for a couple of seconds before Steve breaks the silence.
“Okay, let's make a deal.” His eyes open again, looking into yours. He knows you have a weak spot for his hazel eyes, and he uses this to his advantage, making puppy eyes at you, eyebrows slightly raised.
You retreat the hand that was in his hair back to the middle console of the car. You give him a hesitant glance, almost accusatory. “Come on, don’t look at me like that!” Steve shakes his head, chuckling a bit before continuing. “Listen, all I’m asking is for one last kiss and then I'll set you free. I promise.” He looks at you with pleading eyes, hoping that you agree to his proposition.
You think it over for a second, slightly squinting your eyes, which you can tell is making him a little nervous. “Fine, but just one last kiss! I’m serious this time.” You poke your index finger against Steve’s chest, and he puts his hands up in defence.
He moves his hands to cradle your face once more, “One last kiss, I swear.”
Steve gazes into your eyes lovingly, and you decide right in that moment that if this was going to be the last kiss of the night, you would make it memorable. You slowly turn your head to kiss the palm that Steve had resting on your face. Steve doesn't take his eyes off of you, his lips slightly parted as he watches you. You then turn over to his left hand and lightly kiss his thumb. There was something about Steve that always brought out the most delicate parts of yourself. He just knew how to bring out an affectionate side of yourself that you’ve never been able to share with anyone else.
Taking Steve's hands off your face, you swiftly maneuver over the middle console of the car and settle yourself into his lap. You place your hands against his chest as he hugs you closer to him, one arm circling across your waist and the other holding the back of your neck. In this moment, Steve looks at you with absolute hunger in his eyes. With the hand placed on your neck, he pulls you closer to his face, softly brushing his nose against yours until your lips meet. Immediately, your head feels fuzzy as you start to lose yourself in the feeling of growing pleasure.
The kiss is soft at first, a kiss that truly shows how much you've missed each other. His lips were warm, soft, and all too inviting. You can feel his breath tickle beneath your nose as he plants gentle kisses on your lips, each one getting longer than the last. The familiar warmth that comes with kissing Steve spreads through your stomach. There’s a slight trace of peppermint that lingered from the gum he was chewing earlier on his lips.
With every passing second, the kiss gets hungrier and hungrier. Steve wastes no time sneaking his tongue into your mouth, making the kiss even sloppier and heightening the taste of peppermint. His arms tighten around your waist, gripping you as a way to stabilize himself. He cradles your head with that gentle firmness that you’ve grown to expect when Steve holds you close to him. It makes you feel like you're in the safest place on earth.
You take in a fistful of Steve’s sweater to help you softly grind your core into his lap, desperate for any friction that your Levi’s jeans will allow. You moan frustratingly in his mouth, wanting more. Steve slides his hands onto your hips, his big hands squeezing and helping you grind down onto his lap. You feel the growing bulge in his pants, which only adds to your pleasure.
Both you and Steve are now moaning messily into each other's mouths. He takes up all your senses. The feel of his sweater in your hands, the taste of his lips, the faint smell of his cologne.
You feel one of his hands slide to your ass, grabbing the back pocket of your jeans to further control the roll of your hips in his lap. This new position has your hips rolling against Steve’s bulge in just the right way that has him breaking off the kiss to hiss out a “fuck…baby”. He leans his head against the headrest as you continue to grind down on his lap, using this time to catch your breath. All thoughts of getting home on time are out the window when Steve is whimpering out a series of curses, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of you on top of him.
You let go of your grip on Steve's sweater and slide your hands up to the back of his neck. Heavy breathing and soft moans fill the car as you gently tug the hair near the nape of his neck and close the distance between your mouths. Steve continues to whimper into your mouth as you deepen the kiss.
You guys continue like that for a couple more minutes. Moaning messily into each other's mouths as you guys grind into each other, trying to chase any feeling of pleasure you can.
After one final stifled moan into your mouth, Steve reluctantly pulls away from you, resting his forehead on yours and slightly panting. If there was one thing about Steve Harrington, it was that he was a man of his word. Even if it pained him to leave you, he would keep his end of the deal.
You’re also trying to catch your breath, eyes half lidded, and in an act of pure desperation, you go against your better judgment. “Stay the night,” you say, looking dead into Steve's eyes with a look of pure need.
You knew the risks. You knew that your parents were strict when it came to unexpected visitors, especially when said visitor was your boyfriend sneaking in with you at 1 am, way past the time your curfew was set. And even though you are an adult, living under your parents' roof means they still treat you like a teenager. Despite knowing all of this, you physically and emotionally did not want Steve to leave you, so you said fuck it.
Before he responds, Steve searches your face for any signs of hesitation, giving you the time to really make your mind up about this. But you still had that expression that he knows all too well, the almost stubborn look when you’ve made your mind up on something, and you’re willing to face any consequences that come with your decision.
“Well, if you insist,” Steve grins up at you, hands resting on your hips. This earns him a light slap on the shoulder. You’re trying to fight your smile as your boyfriend dramatizes the hurt from the slap.
“Don’t push your luck,” you say, giving a stern look. Despite the sarcasm in your tone, you still plant your two hands on the area that connects his throat and shoulder, your thumbs caressing light circles on his neck. Steve's grin grows into a smile as he acknowledges your pattern. The one where you use a tough voice with him, but the most gentle touch. He’s come to understand that it's your way of reassuring him that you're not being serious.
You guys stay like that for a couple of seconds, your thumbs on his neck and his hands rubbing up and down from your hips to your waist. That sweet nothing feeling that you guys have grown so familiar with, a feeling that has you both completely out of touch with the outside world, is being felt by you and Steve at this moment.
“You’re so beautiful.” Steve looks up at you with glazed-over eyes, a mix of lust and love in his expression.
“You’re so corny,” you grin at him. In response, Steve frowns and pretends to be all wounded. This makes you laugh a little as you go in to give him a peck on the corner of his mouth.
“I guess you’re pretty beautiful yourself,” it comes out sounding so shy, and a small smile tugs at your lips.
Steve’s faux frown morphs into a smile as he rakes his hands up your back and pulls you in for a tight hug. He breathes you in, savouring this moment for one more second. “Thank you, baby,” Steve mumbles into your neck, planting a ghost of a kiss to your skin. Just that slight contact sends a shiver down your spine. You can’t believe that he still pulls that reaction out of you.
He loosens his arms around you and gives you a slight pat on your butt. “Time to go,” he breathes out. You shift back into the passenger seat. You watch as Steve pulls the driver's door open and walks into the rainy night. He does a little jog over to the passenger side, and you
turn in your seat, getting prepared to exit the car. Steve holds his hand out, helping you get out of the car.
He lifts his jacket above both your heads as a makeshift umbrella, and you guys make a beeline to the front door. Once you reach the awning of your porch, Steve lowers his jacket and snakes one arm around your waist as you fumble with your keys.
Before you fully unlock the door, you turn back at Steve, one of his hands still resting on your waist. You tug at the collar of his sweater, ushering him down to meet your lips. You swiftly kiss him, causing his breath to hitch at the unexpected action.
Just as he's settling into the kiss, you pull away and make your way into your dimly lit house. The quick kiss has Steve's head all scrambled, and he quickly follows your retreating body inside like an eager puppy dog.