kissing lessons ☆
hi there <3 this is not a request but i've been working on it and i think it turned out great!! let me know what you think. hope you love it, xoxo.
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pairing: steve harrington x inexperienced!reader
summary: when you confess to your best friend that you've never kissed anyone before, he offers to be your guide, teaching you how to kiss.
warnings: smut! minors DNI; dry humping, kissing, praise kink if you squint. mention of steve kissing other girls. use of y/n.
author's note: hi!! here it is. i'm actually proud of this not gonna lie hehe. english is not my first language, so there can be some grammatical mistakes. also, i hate capital letters so you won't be seeing any of those in here lol.
word count: 3k (the longest one i've ever written!! it's insane)
steve and you were in your bed, all the snacks you had been eating scattered across the nightstand, and the movie you’d started watching on pause. every weekend, steve usually comes over to your house to spend the night, since his house is always too quiet and your parents are almost always at work events.
you’ve been best friends for as long as you can remember, and you’ve witnessed every milestone in each other’s lives: tantrums, learning to swim, the first failing grade in high school, your voices changing as you hit puberty, the first party, the first time getting drunk… and the first kiss.
one thing that defines your friendship is that you’ve never kept anything from each other. that’s why every week you get new stories from steve about his affairs. all his flings, parties that end in clumsy kisses, girls who approach him in the hallways.
this week was no different, and that’s why when your friend remembered everything he needed to update you on, he paused the movie and you, as always, gave him your full attention.
"and then we kissed right before she got out of the car," he finished telling the story as he shovelled a chip into his mouth.
you just nodded, a little distracted. you loved that steve felt comfortable enough to tell you these things, you really did, but a lot of the time you just wanted to be the one telling those kinds of stories: about how you hooked up with a guy in a pub bathroom, or something about a wild night at a party, or…
"y/n? are you listening to me?"
you snapped out of your trance. "uh? um, yeah. yeah, sorry," you mumbled, coming back to reality.
"are you okay? you didn’t seem very interested," he said with a playful smirk, but his tone was concerned. "come on, you must be thinking about something, talk to me."
your silence and the way you were twiddling your fingers made steve wrongly interpret your lack of words, smiling mischievously and bumping his shoulder against yours.
"don’t tell me it’s about a guy? who have you hooked up with now, huh? you never tell me anything," he asked eagerly, trying to pry information out of you.
well, one small detail is that you’ve never told steve, your best friend, the one you tell absolutely everything to, that you’ve never kissed anyone. not even a little peck. at the time, you were so embarrassed to admit it that you dodged the question by making up a story about how you’d made out with patrick, from your biology class (who steve then gave dirty looks to for the entire week after finding out). and from there, you started dropping little lies. made-up affairs. guys who didn’t exist, drooling over you.
when you started this chain of lies a couple of months ago, you didn’t think much of it. you figured that eventually you’d kiss someone and the lies would come to an end. but that didn’t happen, and now your friend thinks you’re a seductress who was just building up the suspense to reveal who your next lover was, which couldn’t be further from the truth.
"come on, tell me already! I always tell you everything," steve’s voice rang out again, now demanding.
"steve..."
"...it’s just that you’re always playing the mysterious one," he cut you off, not in a mean tone, but playfully. "or is it so wild that you can’t tell me and that's why you're..."
"steve!"
he quieted down and turned to look at you from where he was, still wearing that playful smirk, half-lying on the pillow. "sorry, sorry."
it was at that moment he realized you weren’t seeing this conversation as something funny, or anything even remotely close to that. instead, your cheeks were flushed, one of your hands on your forehead, and your lips in a completely serious frown. he didn’t understand why you were reacting that way. not with him. so he repeated it, more sincerely now.
"hey, i'm sorry y/n. i shouldn’t have pressured you."
"...no. no. it’s okay, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have snapped like that."
"whatever it is, you can tell me. even if it’s embarrassing or whatever, i won’t judge you," and you knew he meant it, now leaning in closer to your side, his hand on your knee.
but you couldn’t confess something like that now, could you? it would be so embarrassing that you’d have to leave the country the very next day. what would he think of you? probably that you were a child, he’d treat you like a baby and laugh at you because who at that age hasn’t even had a stupid kiss…
your thoughts stopped when you felt his hand close around yours, his thumb gently stroking your palm, probably sensing your inner conflict.
"...if i tell you, do you promise not to laugh at me? or run away because i’m silly or ridiculous?" you asked, completely serious, as if steve were ever capable of humiliating you like that.
"of course not, i’d never do that, sweetheart. you know it. whatever it is. i’ll help you, i’ll support you. i’d never make fun of you," he reassured you without letting go of your hand.
you took a deep breath, turning your body toward him and facing him, now your legs crossed on the bed, mimicking his.
"steve… i’ve never kissed anyone. all those stories I told you? made up," you finally revealed, breathing raggedly, unable to look him in the face.
when the silence stretched on for more than twenty seconds, you could hear your own heartbeat and your uneven breathing. the tension was killing you, and you were sure your friend was judging you in his mind.
"what? wait. never? not even a peck?" he asked again, staring at you. his facial expression and tone gave nothing away, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking at that moment; whether he was angry because you’d been lying to him all this time, perhaps he was laughing at you because of how pathetic you’d sounded, or maybe he thought the whole thing was a joke.
finally, you answered. "no, not even a kiss. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, steve. i was so embarrassed to tell you because you’re always sharing stories about all those girls, and i didn’t want you to think i wasn’t cool or something."
"are you listening to yourself, y/n? but how could I possibly think that about you? there’s absolutely nothing wrong with not having had your first kiss yet; you didn’t need to make up all those stories," he said, still incredulous but understanding how you felt and why you did all that.
when you heard that come out of his mouth, you let out a sigh of relief that you didn’t realize you’d been holding in until that moment.
"really? you don’t think it’s weird that I’ve never been kissed?" you asked again, your head still bowed.
steve took your chin in his hand, his face gentle but serious, as if he knew his opinion mattered to you. "sweetie, listen to me. it’s totally normal, there’s no set age for it, and it’s not something you do just to check it off a list or anything like that. the time will come with the right person, when you feel prepared. come here," he said, moving a little closer and giving you a hug.
you hugged him back, relieved by his words and grateful for everything he’d said.
"now, let’s order pizza, i’m starving," he added, laughing a little. "and let’s finish the movie, okay?"
three hours later, after having dinner and getting ready for bed, you were feeling much calmer now that the issue had been discussed, and you had almost completely forgotten the awkward moment you’d experienced hours earlier. not steve though, he couldn’t get what you’d confessed to him out of his mind.
so when you both lay down in bed, ready to sleep, the light off and each on one side, you heard steve whisper.
"turn on the light." at first you thought you’d imagined it, but he repeated it, firmer. "y/n, turn on the light."
you obeyed, sitting up in bed right after, him joining you. "everything okay? do you need anything? because if you want water, you can go get it yourself, you know," you said, smiling.
he chuckled. "no, it’s not that. um, can i ask you a question?" he said, now a little more serious, shifting a bit so you were facing each other, looking into your eyes and playing with a thread on the sheet.
after you nodded, he felt more confident. "when i was telling you all that stuff earlier, and you were distracted, what… what were you thinking about?"
you didn’t really know how to answer, but since he hadn’t judged you before, you decided to be honest. "well, i was just thinking that, um, i'd like to be the one telling those kinds of stories, you know? i kinda want to know how it… feels," your cheeks flushed, while your voice softened a little with the admission.
"yeah? do you want to know what it feels like?" he asked, looking at you with his head tilted to one side, as if he were up to something. when you nodded again, a little embarrassed, he continued.
"i can teach you, if you want," he said, his cheeks slightly flushed but his gaze sincere.
you were speechless at his proposal. "what? for real? you’d teach me how to kiss?"
"yeah, you’re my best friend… plus, it’s for educational purposes," he winked, more confident. and even though he was making it seem like a game, the sparkle in his eyes suggested that this moment and your decision were going to be more important than you thought.
"but what if i’m terrible at it? or I accidentally bite your lip and it’s a disaster?" you blurted out, flustered by your own thoughts.
"hey, hey. relax, sweetie. if you want, we can take it slow and see how it goes. we’ll just do what makes you feel comfortable, okay?" he suggested, speaking slowly and more calmly.
"... okay," you said, more nervous and excited than you appeared, and you moved closer to him little by little. but just as your lips were about to brush against steve’s, you whispered, "can you do it? i’m too embarrassed"
and seeing you like that, so close to him, your eyes half-closed and your cheeks flushed, steve knew he’d never be able to say no to you.
"of course," he said, "just relax."
but seeing that you couldn’t loosen up and were in a constant state of tension, he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back a little. "how about you lie back on the pillow and close your eyes, sweetheart? i promise it’ll feel good. that way you won’t be expecting it and you won’t be so tensed up."
you agreed, since it sounded like the best option for your nerves, and you let yourself fall back, closing your eyes and visibly relaxing.
steve started with a little peck, just a brush of his lips against yours, as if testing the waters. that sent a wave of tension and excitement through both of you.
"you okay? do you want me to stop?" he asked, even though it was just an innocent kiss.
you shook your head, your eyes still closed but calmer, able to feel his face very close to yours. "i…i liked it. you can do it again, if you want," you said, whispering, your emotions running high.
steve let out a little laugh and leaned in, closing the space between you once more. this time it was a longer kiss, and after a couple of seconds, you reacted instinctively, moving your lips against his as you felt his hand rest on the side of your neck, holding you close.
when you pulled apart, both of you had red lips and half-lidded eyes, and you both smiled at each other as you opened them slightly. steve reassured you again, "you did really well, baby. do you want to keep going?"
you’d never said yes so quickly before. even though it had been your first experience, you knew for sure that no one kisses like him, as energetic yet sweet as he is. you kissed like that again, your hands on his chest as he leaned over you, slowly moving his hand to the back of your neck, pressing and caressing. after a while, you noticed the kiss had intensified, and you dared to open your mouth a little, making the kiss messier and causing steve to use his tongue, exploring your mouth.
you stopped when you couldn't breathe anymore, smiling like fools and taking deep breaths. as steve pulled back a little and let himself fall onto the mattress, unable to believe that all of that was happening, you lifted yourself onto him, just as he had done, and kissed him again, wanting to once again experience how he made you feel.
steve pulled back a little, whispering. "love, you’re doing so well. can I try something?"
after you gave your consent, you felt steve’s hands on your hips, lifting you slightly and placing you on his lap, leaving his hands there, caressing you over your clothes. you smiled, placing your hands on his chest and moving down again to his lips. in a moment of boldness, you trailed your kisses down to his jawline and neck, smiling against his skin when you heard him moan softly.
as the kisses on his neck intensified, steve began making small movements with his hips. at first they went unnoticed, but then you could feel him slowly thrusting into nothing. when you noticed his hard-on, the heat spread through your cheeks and down to your core, looking at him mischievously.
"not a word, princess. this is what you do to me," he said suggestively, smirking playfully. when you looked back at him defiantly, he could see in your eyes how you were debating whether or not to do something. "what are you thinking about, sweetheart?"
"um… can we try something? well, I read about it in a book and it has always caught my attention," you asked shyly, trying not to let the embarrassment get over you.
"of course we can, princess," he said, adjusting himself and placing his arms bent behind his head. "i’m all yours, try out your fantasies on me," he added with a grin, and even though you knew it was a joke, the comment only made you even more aroused.
"it’s… um, dry humping? just… um, yeah. please. i’m aching," you confessed. and it was true, your whole body was on fire and you needed to let off some of that heat.
steve would have blown his load right then and there just from hearing you suggest it.
"anything you want, sweetheart. take off your pyjamas for me, let me see you," he said, as he let you slide off him to do what he'd asked, and he himself also took off his sleep pants, leaving him in just his boxers. you could see through them how hard he was.
"good girl. now come back here, you’re going to ride my thigh, baby."
once in position, you could both feel that your underwear was already a little damp from the kissing and foreplay. but when steve grabbed your hips firmly and showed you how to grind against his thigh, you almost felt faint.
as you got increasingly wetter, little moans escaped you, especially because of all the things steve was saying to you, whispering with a voice thick with desire: "very good, princess, you’re doing so well," "keep it up, you don’t know how much you turn me on," "I can feel how wet you are for me."
when you felt yourself dripping wet, you let him know. "stevie, it feels so good. i think I’m gonna…" you whimpered as you rode his thigh harder, your underwear completely soaked, his thigh stimulating your clit.
when you came, you soaked his whole thigh, moaning his name, eyes rolled back, and your tits bouncing through the thin fabric of your pajamas.
once you came down from your high, you managed to look at steve's face. his eyes were completely fixed on the union of his thigh and your crotch, and when you looked a little closer, a hand was on his bulge, still covered by his boxers but completely drenched.
"did you just come?" you asked, incredulous. you’d just made your best friend come just from watching you ride his thigh.
steve, though a little embarrassed, decided to answer honestly, his eyes watery from the orgasm, his lips swollen and his cheeks flushed.
"i just watched you come while you were bouncing on me. it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. i couldn’t resist, sweetheart."
you giggled, pleased to have such an effect on him. steve, seeing your playful expression, hugged you, leaving you both lying there, with you on top of him. "i wouldn’t mind doing this again…" you confessed, choosing your words carefully, afraid your friend might regret this.
"princess, of course this is going to happen again. in fact, i’m going to teach you so many new things that you’ll never have to make up stories about your hook-ups again," he ended the conversation by running his hand over your back under your t-shirt and kissing you on the forehead.
p.d: if you request a second part of them, i will gladly write it. i'm at your service hahah