We’ll never have sex.
Steve Harrington x reader, fluff, not proof read, erm pt 1? Maybe?
You had a thing for assholes. Something anybody close to you was always quick to point out. It’s not like it was on purpose, they had always seemed well meaning and nice at first but eventually they showed their true colors, lashing out at you, groping you in public, talking to you wrong—whatever their unique brand of assholery may be it was always there.
You half expected Steve to be the same way, you heard how girls talked about him in high school— for some reason when you stepped into the family video Steve’s brown eyes looked so sickeningly sweet and sincere that when he asked you out for a date you had to say yes. So, you dolled yourself up on a Friday night and wore your best outfit. Steve picked you up from your house exactly when he said he would. He rang the doorbell instead of honking, and he opened the passenger side door for you.
The date was great; you went bowling and had fun, you had real conversations. He actually cared when he asked how you were, he was interested in your dumb work drama and listened intently when you talked about your favorite movie. How nice was that? To be with a guy that cared about what you had to say rather than your cup size.
When he dropped you off outside your house he looked at you with those same sickeningly sweet eyes you saw in family video “I had a lot of fun” he smiled the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“I did too,” you nodded “thanks for everything I had a good time” you smiled a sincere one to match his.
“Would it be ok if we did this again?” He looked almost nervous, the last thing you would have expected from The Steve Harrington.
“That would be nice.” you nodded. For a moment you thought he might not kiss you at all that he’d usher you out the car, that was the last time you would see him and you’d charge it to the game. Then something strange happened, Steve leaned in put his hand on your cheek and asked if he could kiss You nodded and reciprocated urgently, his hands stayed respectful holding your face.
“Is that ok?” He asked quietly.
You smiled “that’s great” and instead of leaning again and begging for more. Instead of curious hands wandering under your shirt he just smiled like that was enough for him.
You were confused as Steve got out the car rounding it to open the passengers side door. He offered you a hand and helped you out the car “I’ll call, promise” then he kissed you again sweetly before you made your way the the front door. When you entered you watched through the window as the BMW headlights slowly disappeared into the night.
Huh.
Steve Harrington had kissed you just to kiss you.
Steve was the kind of guy to do that you guessed; to kiss you without reason or malice, to pick you up on time, to call when he said he would.
You never dated a guy like that before. It was simple, it was sweetness, it was good to know.
