animals
★ summary: sneaking around behind your father's back had become second nature growing up with the strict chief of hawkins. except this time maybe you and steve weren’t as inconspicuous as you thought
★ pairing: steve harrington x hopper!reader
★ warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, oral f & m receiving, road head, car sex, semi-public sex acts, getting caught
★ word count: 3.4k
★ notes: feel like i write a lot of car stuff im sorry, are yall bored of it??? hahahaha anyways animals by nickelback came on and i had to physically pause and write this. think it's been done before but :P
There was an old saying, “strict parents make sneaky kids”, that often rang true in the Hopper household. Having grown up with a drill sergeant for a father, you found ways around his constant meddling. You understood why he acted the way he did, and you saw what losing Sara and your mother did to him. But you were also just a teenager who was unable to set foot anywhere in this town without the chief of police and his goons breathing down your neck.
That’s why you were currently crouched next to the police scanner, the static voices assuring you that your police chief father would be patrolling into the late hours of the night. The first part of your plan going accordingly.
The second part consisted of your very anxious boyfriend, who was parked half a mile down the road, his fingers nervously tapping on the steering wheel. This Thursday night meet-up had been in the works for weeks; Steve even went as far as burning a cassette full of songs for the two of you, trying to keep the romance alive even in nonideal situations.
Once you were certain you were both in the clear, you slipped your shoes on and climbed out of your bedroom window. Growing up, the police chief's daughter made it hard to be popular; no one wanted to get caught drinking or doing drugs with you around. The last thing an infamous Steve Harrington party needed was Jim Hopper arresting everyone within the vicinity. Steve was the only boy who was willing to face the wrath of his anger. He’d gladly get strung up in the Hawkins town square if it meant he got to see your face one last time.
A smile bloomed on your face when you spotted the beamer poking out of the trees, your hand knocking on the glass quickly. Startling the paranoid man.
He rolled the window down, “Jesus Christ. Get in.” He hissed, only making you roll your eyes. You couldn’t blame his paranoia; Hopper had already talked the fear of god into him. If he were found complicit in sneaking you out and disgracing you in his leather backseat, the Harringtons would have to bury their son. That’s if Hopper let them find the body.
“You’re so antsy.” You giggled, closing the door slowly to appease him. His hands were shaky, but steadied the moment he saw your smile.
“I’m scared shitless. This could be my last night on earth, you know?” He teased, leaning forward and smashing his lips onto yours. It was brief, but passionate. Leaving both of you aching for more.
Weeks of only being able to sneak in kisses through your open door or the halls of Hawkins High. And maybe a janitor closet once, and Mrs. Clicks' empty classroom while she was on break, and the PE bathroom.
“Well, you better get to driving, Stevie, gotta make this last night worth it, huh?” The car was pulling into drive before you could finish your sentence, the smooth sound of the radio matching the gravel spinning under his tires. He knew the way to Lover's Lake like the back of his hand. If you weren’t so eager to get your hands on him, you would be chiding him about it, being one of the first to tame the infamous Playboy of Hawkins.
“Did you make this mix?” You asked after another familiar song came through his speakers, his neck going red.
He simply nodded, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip. “Do you like it?”
Your heart sped up, your hands leaning across the console to cup the back of his head. Fingers tugging gently at the shorter strands on his neck, “I love it. You’re such a romantic under all that cockiness, huh?”
“Cockiness.” He mocked under his breath, pulling into a secluded spot that only select people knew about.
You’ve only had the pleasure of coming here once or twice, nothing but making out and heavy petting. This time was different; it had been weeks since his parents left. Weeks since the last time he’s had your bare flesh against his, and it was driving both of you insane. Teenage hormones seeped through your pores, leaving the air hot.
“What was that?” You hummed, leaning your upper body against the center console. Your hand comes up to rest on his upper thigh, immediately making his cock jump in his pants. He audibly gulped, restraining himself from bucking his hips up at the sudden touch.
“Such a brat.” He mumbled louder, his fingers gripping the wheel tightly. Your hand moved between his legs slowly, cupping his heavy balls through the fabric. It was taking everything in him not to stop the car right there on the side of the road and have his way with you, consequences be damned.
“That’s not very nice, Stevie.” You jutted your bottom lip out, moving to unbuckle yourself.
As soon as the car dinged, Steve cussed, his neck turning towards you. “No, no buckle back up. “
“Steve-”
“No, it’s not safe, Y/n.”
“You’re a safe driver. I trust you.” You gave him a devilish grin, his neck aching from looking back at you, then back on the road.
“Y/n-”
You shushed him, going back to focusing on unbuttoning his jeans. He protested, but never once stopped your eager hands from pulling his aching cock free. The position was awkward; his jeans were pressing into him in all the wrong ways, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care anymore when your hand wrapped around him.
He was heavy in your hands, the tip leaking with precum already. Steve was a goner, his jaw lax as he did his best to stay within the lines of the darkened Hawkins back roads.
“Holy fuck, you’re such a dirty little slut.” Steve groaned, your tongue flattening against him, slowly pulling his mushroomed tip into your mouth.
All you could do was moan around him, his hand slipping when you bobbed your head. The car veers off into the rumble stripes. You nearly pulled off of him before his hand came down on your head, the other steadying the wheel.
“Sorry, sorry. I got it. Don’t stop, baby.” He let out another pathetic whimper, continuing against his length slowly. You couldn’t take but a quarter of his massive cock at this angle, but it was just enough to make his legs shake. Your tongue gliding around him expertly.
By the time he shakily pulled into the designated spot for the night. Leaving his car hidden underneath the low-hanging trees, the only thing seen for miles was the lake and brush.
As soon as the parking brake was pulled, he let you crawl further into his lap, your mouth sinking further down on him. His head was thrown back, his eyes glossy as you gagged around each inch of him.
“Good girl, you’re doing so well.” He cooed, one of his hands in your hair, holding it out of your face, and the other cupping your face. Rubbing circles against your cheek, feeling how wide you were taking him.
Tears were streaming down your face at the intrusion. No matter how many times you took him, you’d never get used to his size. Saliva dripped down your chin, your hands coming up to cover the inches of him you couldn’t fit. His hips were bucking now, unable to stop himself as he grunted your name over and over.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum, gotta stop.” He babbled, your lips pulling off of him with a pop. Your hands didn’t stop stroking him as you smirked, “Isn’t that the point?”
“Wanna cum inside you.” He hissed, covering your hand with his. Pausing your movements. You pouted but still helped tuck his still throbbing cock back into his boxers.
“No fun.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes at your teasing, slapping your ass playfully as you crawled into the backseat. Your back slides against the chilled seats, tossing your sweater off in haste. “Someone’s eager.”
“You’re one to talk.” You whispered, your hands tugging at the hem of his own shirt. Letting it fly somewhere in the vicinity. Your hands running up and down the newly exposed skin as he settled between your legs.
The sound of the cicadas outside matched the frantic beating in your chest. Soundlessly, the two of you fell into each other’s arms. His body slotted between your hips. The moon was high in the sky, reflecting off his honey brown eyes. Your own eyes glimmering back at him, full of lust.
“You’re so beautiful, honey.” He whispered, letting his hand cup your cheek. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, toying with it.
“Kiss me.” You were breathless, your body aching to be against his.
“Breathe.” He whispered, leaning in just to press his plump lips against your cheek, moving down
to the side of your neck. Your head went limp in his hold, letting him guide you however he wanted to.
He kissed every bit of exposed skin, letting his tongue travel between your breasts. Teeth nipping at the supple flesh that bounced out of your bra. One-handed, he reached back and unclasped the lacy fabric with ease. It fell to the floorboard with a soft rustle, Steve’s breath hitching.
“These perfect tits.” He spoke, mostly to himself, as his eyes stayed glued to your bare chest. His tongue reaches out to flick across one of the hardened buds. Pulling it into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing.
“Fuck.” You sighed, your fingernails dragging through his scalp.
He took his time, giving ample attention to both before dragging his sinful tongue down your naval. Hovering above your thin pajama shorts. His warm breath hitting against your clothed cunt makes your hips wiggle in anticipation, your hands anxiously grab his hair, his shoulders, whatever you could grab.
He tapped your hips twice, signalling you to lift as he pulled both your bottoms down in one go. Leaving you completely naked in front of him. The chill of the backseat was gone, replaced with a thick heat. The windows are already fogging up, the car shaking with each shift of your bodies.
“Oh, baby…” He breathed out, his fingertips finding their home on the inside of your thighs. Spreading you open wide for him. Your glistening folds are taking his breath away, his mouth already watering for a taste. You didn’t even get the chance to beg, his mouth coming down and attaching itself to your clit.
“Steve.” You let out his name in a wanton moan. He went in hot and heavy, no time to prepare for the pleasure licking up your spine. It was messy, his mouth moaning into you as he drank in your arousal. He knew every spot that made you preen, and exactly what angle to slide his fingers in to make you gasp.
“Taste so good f’me baby.” He mumbled, curling his fingers deep inside. Making sure to hit that spongey spot. As soon as he found it, he grinned wildly, drinking in the breathy noises that escaped your lips.
He leaned back down, letting his tongue find your clit once again. Flattening against the bundle of nerves, chasing your high. It wasn’t until the movement of leaves outside the car made him still. His body went rigid.
“Did you hear that?” Steve’s head came up quickly, making your hips buck at the sudden loss. His fingers were still moving inside of you at a brutal pace; all you could hear was him curling the lewd noises of your sopping cunt.
“Just the wind,” You breathed out, not even bothering to look out the foggy windows. “Please don’t stop, baby. I’m so close.”
He leaned his mouth back down hesitantly, letting his tongue swipe at you once more.
Your head was still leaning against his wadded-up jacket, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
“Steve.” You moaned, hips bucking wildly against his nose. He let his eyes flutter closed, getting back into the moment. This moment was short-lived, much as your approaching orgasm. Your eyes opened for just a second, just enough to see the flashlight appearing in the back window. You’d know that police police-issued flashlight from anywhere.
“Oh my god, Steve.” You panted, sitting up frantically.
Steve, oblivious, only sped up his movements. “You gonna cum for me, baby-“
“My fucking dad’s outside,” You nearly yelled, watching his body freeze. Fight or flight kicks in within a moment. The two of you have never scrambled around faster in your lives, the shadow of your dad looming closer.
Both of you missed the sounds of the Chevy rolling in through the gravel, headlights turned off. The gruff slam of his car door, the crunching of twigs beneath his boots. He was supposed to be on patrol; you don’t know how he even knew you were gone.
“I can’t find my shirt,” Steve yelled, helping you slip your shorts back up your legs. Clad in only his boxers, struggling to pull his jeans up in the tightened space.
“I can’t find my bra!” You whispered, both of you panting frantically.
The sound of his flashlight banging on the glass had Steve’s eyes popping out of his head.
“Harrington,” Hopper's voice boomed, “You have 30 seconds to be out of this car before you never see it again.”
“Oh my god, I’m fucked.” He threw his head back, his face still coated in your slick. You panicked, leaning forward and trying to clean him off with your sweater sleeve while the countdown began.
“29,28,…. 20.”
“That’s not even fucking fair, he’s skipping numbers.” He whined all while you tried to make it look like you both weren’t minutes away from making this car shake.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how he knew.” That was all you could get out when the door handle jiggled. Between the heat in the car and the sickly sweet smell of sex, it was undeniable what was happening, but you were both gonna lie it out.
Steve said a prayer to every god that was listening, and hit the unlock button. The door was nearly ripped off its hinges, revealing a disheveled Steve sitting on his knees on the seat, while you were sitting as if nothing was happening, legs crossed, pretending to fumble around with a random manual tucked into the backseat pocket.
“H-hey….” Steve winced as soon as the words came out of his mouth. Hopper was in a fury, his hand grabbing Steve's shoulder, yanking him out of the car. He nearly fell to the ground with a thud. You were crawling out with them.
“Whoa!” You yelled, watching your father get into Steve’s face.
“You wanna tell me what you two are doing out here? Huh?” The vein in his neck was protruding, spit flying.
“Oh my god, oh my god.” Steve was mumbling, leaning out of his tight hold.
“We were just kissing.” You yelled, throwing your hands up.
“And I was born yesterday.” Hopper scoffed, “Tell me, Steve, were you two just kissing?”
Steve was a terrible liar; this was something you adored in any instance that wasn’t this. “Technically-” He winced, preparing for your father’s hands to wrap around his throat.
Your head fell into your hands, Hopper’s eyes squinting in confusion. It took him less than 30 seconds to realize what he had meant, his hands only gripping tighter.
“You think this is a game, son?”
Steve’s head shook, “No! NO! I am so sorry, so sorry.”
“Let him go!” You yelled, “This is ridiculous.”
Hopper’s laugh boomed, “No, what’s ridiculous is my daughter lying to me. Making me think something happened to her just to find her screwing around with the Harrington boy.”
“We weren’t screwing around-” Steve tried another lie, getting cut off.
“So those condoms in the front seat, just for decoration, huh?” He moved the flashlight back to the car, the evidence damning. You didn’t even realize Steve had put the packets there, your skin flushing.
“Steve, please be quiet.” You begged, his eyes closing when Hopper let him go reluctantly.
“Yeah, might wanna listen to her.” Your dad gruffed, shining the flashlight in your face now.
Steve nodded wordlessly, slowly gaining his bearings once again. Standing still across from him, his eyes still wide. His eyes glance down to the duty belt on his hips, taking note of the gun sitting in the holster. Hopper notices, his hand falling to his hip.
“Not gonna shoot you, boy.”
“I wasn’t sure,” He admitted with a shaky laugh.
Hopper let the anger sit with him for a moment, letting out a disappointed huff. “Got a call about a car driving with no headlights down the back road. Imagine my surprise when it came back to your father.”
“I’m really sorry.” He frowned, “I don’t-I’m not. I really like your daughter.”
“Then respect her enough to not defile her in your backseat.” He ignored Steve’s admission, scoffing. Joyce’s words echoed around in his head.
“Can we leave now?” You huffed back, the Hopper irritation radiating off of both of you. It would no doubt be a war zone when you got home, and you wanted it to be over with. You were already playing the argument out in your head. It didn’t matter that you were 18; you lived under his roof and obeyed his rules.
The flashlight went back into Steve’s eyes, “Take her home.”
Thinking it was a trap, Steve stayed still. Only moving when Hopper yelled it again, Steve stumbled over to the car.
Your dad paused, hand rubbing over his face with a sigh. “I’ll be home in a few hours. I want him gone by then.”
Your eyes widened in shock, choking out a laugh. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me,” he grumbled, shuffling on his feet. Steve wasn’t listening, too busy fumbling around in the backseat trying to find the keys he had shoved into the pocket of his jeans, then the jeans flew all around the car.
“You’re giving me permission to bring Steve over?” Your eyebrow was raised, “Without you home.”
The words pained Hopper to say, an uncomfortable frown constant on his face. “That’s what I said. You’re grown enough to make smart decisions. Well, I don’t know, considering where I found you, but….”
“Is this a trap?” You questioned, making his frustration boil over.
“Oh my god, just go! I’ll see you later!” He yelled, flicking the flashlight off. His footfalls were heavy underneath the gravel as he made his way back to his truck. He paused halfway, turning back to look at Steve once again.
“I expect to see you for dinner some night soon, son.” He glared at the boy, making him gulp. Answering with a string of high-pitched ‘yes sirs’.
The two of you stayed still until the Chevy pulled out of the cove and back onto the main road. When the headlights disappeared, you both let out heavy breaths. Looking at each other wildly.
“Did he give me permission to take you home and fuck you?”
You cringed, slapping his shoulder harshly as you crawled back to the passenger seat. “I think he just had a weird change of heart. Probably wasn’t him. It was most likely Joyce.”
“He kinda ruined my boner though.” Steve sighed, starting the car up.
All you could do was laugh, putting your hand on his thigh when he began the drive back to your house. “We have 2 hours, don’t worry, it’ll come back.”
You were right, it was indeed Joyce who pushed him to give you more freedom. The rest of his shift was spent with his eyebrows furrowed, a headache forming from the constant scowl gracing his face. Cursing Joyce internally for giving you leeway the same way she did Jonathan with Nancy. He, too, had once been young, dumb, and in love.
When he got home that night, the anger came back in full force, Steve’s car sitting in the driveway. He stormed into the house, yelling on the tip of his tongue. Nothing came out when he noticed the silence, walking into the hallway. Your door was cracked open the allotted three inches, and he peeked in.
Both of you were fully dressed, your head leaning against Steve’s chest. Eyes closed and no doubt drooling into his shirt. The TV played old reruns of some show, and a bucket of popcorn lazily sat on your nightstand. Steve turned back at the noise, his eyes wide at Hopper standing in this doorway. Time had gotten away, and he didn’t wanna wake you. The boy shuffled, ready to hightail it out of there.
Instead, Hopper held his hand up, flicking off your bedroom light for him. “Don’t wake her.” That was all he whispered before stepping into the hall.
