day nine → snow ball
feat. steve harrington x f!reader
on the ninth day of ficmas
SUMMARY: you drop your little sister off at the snow ball at the same time as steve, and you both find a way of passing the time.
CW: smut, friends to lovers, car sex, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering, piv sex
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"That you, Harrington?" you call out teasingly, your hands in your pockets as you walk over to the older boy, who was currently reading a magazine in his car, his window slightly ajar to enjoy the cold air.
Without lifting his eyes, he continues to flip the pages before speaking up, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Oh, come on," you tease, tapping on his car door. "You'd rather read all about the newest season of Miami Vice than keep me company?"
Steve looks up at you with a snort, "Do I look like someone that watches Miami Vice?"
"You say that like it's bad," you deadpan. "Come on, open the door, weirdo.”
He rolls his eyes, leaning over the console to unlock the passenger door with a there you go motion of his hands.
You walk around the Beamer before getting in, closing the door quickly behind you and bundling up further into your denim jacket, "What are you doing here anyway? You don’t have a younger sibling."
"Correct," he smiled, tucking his magazine away in the back seat. "Just dropping off a…friend?"
He paused, looking for the right word. You lift an eyebrow, "You're friends with a middle schooler?"
"It's complicated," he laughs, crossing his arms as he looks over you. "You waiting for your sister?"
"Yeah," you drawl. "Parents are out of town this weekend visiting my grandpa upstate."
"Cutting it kind of close to Christmas, huh?" he asks, tilting his head.
"He doesn't travel very well," you sigh, looking over at him. "They celebrate with him separately, especially since he doesn't really remember me or Janice."
"Sorry to hear that," Steve replies, looking down at his lap.
"It's okay," you reassure him. "What about you? Have any plans for Christmas?"
"Honestly?" he asks, turning his full body towards you. "Not really. My parents are going to Colorado, and I'd rather die than be surrounded by all of my dad's rich friends."
"You? Passing up a chance to schmooze in Boulder?" you ask sarcastically.
"Trust me - it's exhausting," he shrugs. "I'd rather just not deal with it."
Your smile falters a bit, "Well, you're more than welcome to come over to mine if you're looking for company."
He smiles, his eyes glazing over your face, "Thank you - that's really sweet."
You and Steve had been running in each other's circles for years now - ever since elementary school. He'd come to you for tutoring help, and you'd go to him for advice on boys. You'd go over to his parties, and he would join you and your friends at most school dances. You were relatively close- but this past month the two of you really spent a significantly larger amount of time alone with one another.
You weren't sure if it was because he was graduating in a couple of months and he was being more careful about choosing his post-high school friends or if he was just being nice. Regardless of the reason, you realized that your once small crush on the boy was bordering on what you'd consider to be love.
"You remember our Snow Ball?" he asked you, looking longingly at the gymnasium.
"Yeah," you giggled, wincing at the memory. "The dress my mom made me wear was so ugly."
Steve laughs, looking back at you, "It was not ugly."
"Yeah, okay," you replied sarcastically. "How would you even remember that, Steve? Your eyes were glued on Kimberly Johnson the entire night."
Steve groans, putting his hand over his eyes, "Good lord."
You snicker into your hand as he shakes his head, "That's not entirely true."
You raise your brows, as he continues with a stutter, "I mean, don't get me wrong - I thought Kimberly was cute, but -"
He trails off, looking anywhere else in the car except for you, "Look, your dress wasn't ugly, okay? Trust me."
You’re taken aback before you whisper, "I didn't think you really even noticed me most of the time back then."
He looks over to you with softer eyes, "Of course I did. I still do."
You gulp audibly, suddenly feeling very warm despite the chill sneaking in from the crack of Steve’s window. The music on the radio hums a familiar Foreigner song, one that makes your cheeks darken the longer that the silence between you drags.
His eyes look over you, a small smile tugging at his lips, "You real quiet over there, hun."
"Just thinking," you whisper, wringing your hands together nervously.
He's just being nice.
He lifts up the console in between you, turning the two seats into one long bench seat before motioning for you to come closer to him. You smile, scooting over and snuggling up into his side. His arm wraps around your shoulders and he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.
It wasn't something that was completely out of character for him; for as long as you'd known Steve, he was a touchy person. But, something about now, with the those lyrics playing lowly through Steve's speakers, felt different.
You rest your head on his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne and shampoo. Cedar wood with a touch of some spice you could only describe as Steve. It was intoxicating, and, quite frankly, it was making you wet.
You close your eyes, nuzzling into him as his fingers trail down your arm slowly, making a shiver go down your spine.
"Still thinking down there?" he chuckles.
"Maybe," you smile, looking up at him. Your breath catches in your throat when you see the earnesty in his eyes as they stare back at you.
His eyes glaze over your face, fingers twirling the strands of your hair. His face gets a little closer to yours, and you can feel his breath on your cheeks.
"You wanna talk about it?" he asks, his nose brushing against yours.
Your stomach fills with knots before you slowly shake your head, "Not really.”
"Oh?" he smiles, his lips hovering over yours. "You gonna keep me on the edge of my seat over here?”
Your throat suddenly gets very dry, staring down at his lips before looking back up to his eyes, “I just…I’m scared that if I say what I’m thinking, this whole thing between us is ruined.”
He tilts his head adorably, squeezing your shoulder gently in encouragement, “That’s not possible.”
Your eyes, wide and vulnerable, stare at his lips, “I think that I…”
Steve’s nose brushes against yours, “You don’t have to say it, if you don't want to. What about…doing something about it, instead?"
His lips press against your hesitantly, your eyes shutting softly as his hand grips your shoulder. His free hand goes up to delicately cup your jaw. His lips slot against yours with a renewed sense of urgency as the tension snaps between you both.
Your hands slide up his chest, your breathing growing erratic before you straddle his lap. His hands rest on your waist as you continue to press your lips over his.
"I knew you liked me," he laughs into the kiss before looking your body up and down hungrily.
"Oh, shut up," you groan, cradling his face in your hands before you slowly rock your hips on top of his.
His breath stutters, eyes staring at your mouth before he slams his lips against yours once more. You take advantage of the angle, licking into his mouth and whimpering when his tongue brushes against yours.
It’s soft and practiced - and you can’t help but wonder how it would feel to have it in other places on your body.
His hands travel around your hips to rest on the globes of your ass through your jeans, squeezing in encouragement as the rocking of your hips gets slower and more deliberate. You can feel him start to strain in his jeans and it makes your heart swell with pride.
"Wait," he groans against your lips, trailing his kisses down to your jaw. "I really - god, can you just lie down?"
You nod your head slowly, getting off his lap to lie on your back on the leather-clad bench. He crawls over your body, pressing slow kisses down your neck and making your head spin. His hands rub over your outer thigh.
You grip onto his shoulders tightly as he crawls in between your legs, his hands toying with the waistband of your jeans, "Please…please let me take these off of you. Let me take care of you, baby. Please.”
You whimper and nod, fingers threading through his wavy hair. He grunts, pulling your jeans off quickly before spreading your legs. He kisses up your thighs with a soft smile.
"God," he sighs, nuzzling into the soft skin there. "I have thought about this for so long."
You gasp, looking down at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes, "I knew you liked me."
He rolls his eyes before slapping your cunt through your underwear, causing you to yelp. He presses a kiss over your clothed clit, causing you to hiss and buck your hips up into his face.
"Eager little thing," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side and moaning at this sight. "You this wet for me, already?”
You find yourself at a loss for words, helplessly nodding your head and spreading your legs wider to accommodate for the width of his shoulders.
The boy hums in approval before pressing his lips against your mound, cussing under his breath before licking a stripe up your pussy. You cover your mouth with your hand, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his tongue dips into your center.
With a free hand, he begins to run slow and deliberate circles over your throbbing clit, his tongue pumping in and out of you in languid strokes.
You groan deeply in your chest, hand gripping his hair and pulling, eliciting a growl from his throat. He comes up for air, spitting on your cunt before leaning forward to suck your bud into his mouth.
“Holy shit,” you gasp, your hips rolling into his face before his arm splays over your stomach to keep you still.
“You’re gonna make the car rock, baby,” he chuckles against you, shaking his head and wagging his tongue against your clit.
You whimper, the sensation of his mouth on you causing a dull roar to bloom in your lower stomach.
The boy continues to suck and lick against you before his free hand travels up your thigh. He gently touches your lips, wetting his fingers before he slowly slides two of his digits into you.
Your back arches with a shriek, “Fuck!”
He smiles, crooking his fingers against your warm walls, pressing against that sweet spot you’d only found on your own once before.
Your legs wrap around him, holding him tightly against you. The hand he had on your stomach now resting on your bare thigh, petting over your skin in encouragement.
“You gonna come for me?” he teases, kissing over your lips as his fingers increase their pace.
Looking down at him, the sight of how dirty this looks causes your muscles to contract suddenly. You yelp, your cunt contracting around his fingers and sucking him in deeper. The warmth blooms from your pussy all the way down to the tips of your toes.
“That’s it, baby, just like that,” Steve whispers, returning to sucking you into his mouth.
You’re overwhelmed, grabbing and squeezing the seat beneath you as he keeps his efforts up, quickly pushing you over the edge into a second orgasm. You can tell you’re leaking on his leather seats, and the thought of him making youan absolute mess drives you wild.
“There ya go,” he encourages, slowly pulling his fingers out before sucking them sloppily in his mouth. “God, you taste so fucking good.”
You groan, hiding your face behind your hands as he kisses over your stomach.
“God, Steve,” you chuckle. “I always heard you were good at sex, but no one has ever talked about how good you were at eating pussy.”
Steve bites his lip as he laughs, hovering over your face and taking your hand off of your face. You gasp, admiring his tousled hair and the wetness that gleams around his mouth. He looks absolutely disheveled.
“God, you look pretty,” you smile, leaning up to press your lips against his.You whimper at the taste of you on his lips, especially as he dips his tongue into you, allowing you to really taste yourself on his tongue.
You can feel his hardness press against you over his jeans and you feel yourself throb again between your thighs.
“Fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist to lock him against you. “Please.”
He nods his head, reaching down to pull himself out of his jeans. You look down with parted lips, your mouth watering at the sight of him holding himself in his hand. He’s bigger than you imagined, full and red, the tip leaking as he pumps himself. You reach down and take over for his hand, the boy cursing under his breath while his head falls to your shoulder.
After you yank over him a few times, you lead him to your entrance, relishing in the way that his cock rubs between your lips.
“Come on, Harrington,” you tease, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Make me come again.”
The boy groans, licking over your neck before his slides himself into your pussy, gasping at how tight you feel around him. Without waiting much longer, he is rapidly pushing himself in and out of you, and you’re whimpering with every brush the head of his cock teases your cervix.
It’s just the sound of skin slapping against each other in the car, your wetness squelching loudly - and it’s driving you completely cock hungry.
“God, you’re fucking tight,” he whimpers, reaching down to rub over your already abused clit. “I’m not gonna last long.”
You bite your lip and nod, squeezing his arm as you felt your lower stomach begin to contract again, “Me, too…You’re gonna make me come again, Steve.”
He groans above you, his hips stuttering as you clench around him while you come. He curses into your neck, slamming his cock into you and emptying himself against your warm contracting walls.
Your breathing evens out before you kiss each other again, your legs wrapped around him snugly. You didn’t want to let him go with how good he felt inside of you. You can feel his cum leaking out around him and you smile against his lips.
“You’ve made a complete mess of me, Harrington,” you giggle.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he shakes his head, looking at you reverently as he holds your face in his hand. “Wanna make you do that for hours.”
You press a kiss to his jaw, “You saying you want to do this again?”
He groans, nodding his head, “As long as I’m breathing, I’m always gonna crave this with you.”
You grin, “Me, too, Steve. Me, too.”
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