bad things with you
steve harrington x f!reader (smut)
when your best friend dresses up as leatherface for a costume party or when you find out steve harrington looks insanely good in a suit with a chainsaw in his hands.
“It was like Steve Harrington had been starving all his life and the only satiate him was you.”
warnings: MDNI! not proofread (sorry, I accidentally deleted this and I had to rewrite it and just gave up proofreading), chainsaw l can't stop thinking about that terrible gif of the texas chainsaw massacre 2 after I saw Steve with one), afab reader, reader is shorter than steve, rovickie, petnames, porn with a tiny bit of plot, softdom!steve, rough? sex, praise, degradation, choking, oral (m receiving + road head), fingering, bondage, hair pulling, penetration (p in v), backshots, multiple orgasms, a little bit of aftercare
It was nice to help out Steve and Robin at WSQK; you almost felt like a secret agent.
It would be better if some progress was being made, though.
You still remember vividly how it went last year, when Steve sat you down to explain why he hadn’t talked to you in a week and why the city was split in four. You remember how he told you not to get involved, that you didn’t have to, that he only told you to protect you and not invite you into the mess.
You told him you didn’t care, that even if it was terrifying, you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing you weren’t doing anything.
Then, eventually, Steve gave in. After being so overprotective of you during your entire friendship, he came to realize you could fend for yourself almost better than he could defend you.
Another good thing about being Steve’s friend after all these years was that you could laugh about all the “popular kids” class reunions he’d get invited to—and there were a lot.
So when you were both in the hospital’s waiting room while Robin was with Vickie, and he told you he’d been invited to something on Friday and probably wasn’t going, you weren’t surprised.
“It’s like a costume thing, can you believe it?” he scoffed.
“It’s spring, for fuck’s sake.”
“Don’t try to come off like you’re morally superior, Steve,” you reply, grabbing the water bottle from his hands and taking a sip. “I like costume parties. If the people there weren’t so evil, I’d tell you it would be fun. You have that one you didn’t use last year!”
“Come with me, then,” he answers, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.
“Steve, I’m not crashing a party in this day and age. I’m not sixteen anymore,” you laugh at the suggestion.
“No, I mean—come with me. I’m inviting you,” he says, looking at you and furrowing his brows.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. Come on, it’ll be fun. I’d hate it without you.”
“Okay, then,” you smile while your heart pounds. “Guess I have to find myself a costume now?”
It was no surprise when you figured out you were falling for Steve a few months before. You thought you’d get over it. He was your friend; it wasn’t like it was ever going to happen. Plus, you weren’t even his type.
But as time passed, it didn’t seem to go away. The feeling only got stronger. You’d get nervous over the stupidest things. The hugs you’d been giving for years started making your heart pound. The way he’d lead you around by your back became one of your biggest turn-ons. Wearing his clothes now felt like subtle domination.
And you loved every second of it. You also hated it.
You hated how it wouldn’t happen, how it couldn’t happen. You hated that he could never know that he had you, that you were fully his.
You started wondering if these feelings had always been there, if you’d only started to realize how real they were now. When you first became friends with Steve and he’d casually brush his hand over your thigh or let a touch linger, you’d always feel like your world was collapsing (in the most delicious way)—but that was probably just nothing, right? You were making it weird.
Then Friday came around. You had put together the best Dorothy outfit you could find. You had an old pair of red Converse shoes and used those as your ruby slippers. You wore the dress from when you acted in Oklahoma! at school a few years before; it had just gotten a bit shorter, almost a palm above the knees. You just had to find a picnic basket to pair with your stuffed puppy, and you were done.
For some reason, Steve didn’t want to tell you what he was dressing up as, so when he knocked on your door and you opened it to see him in a suit with a chainsaw in his hand, you froze.
“Is that real?” you asked, your heart pounding, because that definitely didn’t look like a toy.
“No. Surprised me the first time too. Isn’t it cool? It’s Dustin’s,” he said, waving it around. You swallowed hard—maybe the suit was a bit much for you. “I just need your help drawing scars on my face. Couldn’t get the mask. Can I come in?”
“Sure.” You closed the door behind him. “Robin’s not home, so I have the house to myself tonight.” That wasn’t rare lately—she was with Vickie a lot and often left you alone at home, which usually turned into a movie night with Steve. You really should be thanking her; you almost always fell asleep in Steve’s arms halfway through the film.
“There’s eyeliner in my room.” He followed you and sat on the bed as soon as he entered, watching you as you grabbed it from the vanity and stood in front of him.
“I like your dress,” he said, tugging at the hem to bring you closer. You stepped forward and watched him play with the fabric; it was nice seeing him from this angle. He suddenly looked up, his gaze landing directly on your breasts because of the way he was sitting.
“Steve,” you murmured. It barely came out as a sound.
He hummed in response, distracted, before lifting his eyes to meet yours. “Tilt your head up for me?”
Your non-dominant hand slid to the back of his head, fingers curling into his hair as you guided him. The contact felt too intimate, too natural. You focused on the eyeliner, on the careful lines of the scars you were drawing, but every time you looked at him, his eyes were already on you.
His skin was warm under your fingers. His cologne seemed stronger than usual—clean and familiar and dizzying. You knew you’d smell like him all night, and the thought sent a shiver through you.
“I think you’re good,” you said quietly.
As you pulled back, he caught your wrist. Not tight. Just enough.
“Thanks, honey.” His thumb brushed your pulse. “You okay?”
He’d been doing that lately—pet names, soft touches, like they didn’t mean anything. Like they didn’t undo you completely.
“Yeah,” you said, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Wanna go?”
He released you and turned to the mirror, and you took a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.
When he parked near the host’s house, the music was already spilling out onto the street—laughter, voices, a life you’d never really been part of. You watched him through the windshield and saw him at seventeen, slipping easily into rooms like this. It was strange how someone so different from you could feel like home. Stranger still how much you wanted him.
“Toto,” he said lightly, nodding toward your stuffed animal, “I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
You laughed, startled, and didn’t even notice him get out of the car until he opened your door.
Inside, the noise swallowed you whole. As you stepped closer to him, you leaned in and spoke softly, your lips just brushing his ear.
“Now I know we’re not in Kansas.”
He stilled beside you.
Just for a second.
The rest of the night went on like you thought it would. You stayed by Steve’s side as he made small talk to people he used to be close to and occasionally participated in conversations.
You both decided not to drink. It was fun for you to watch the people around you get drunker by the hour.
All was going well until a girl came up to talk to him. She was clearly flirting, and you thought it’d be better to leave him be, so you told him you were going to freshen up and get some water and quickly left.
As you were going from the bathroom to the kitchen, a guy came up to you. You remembered him from school, Kyle. He was in some of the same classes as you.
“Hi, do I know you? What’s your name?” He questioned, moving near you.
“We had class together in school.” You replied, taking a small step back and seeing he was blocking your way. His breath smelled like cheap whiskey.
“That’s weird, I don’t think I’d ever let someone like you go by unnoticed.”
“Someone like me?”
“Well, you’re fucking hot, sweetheart.” He slurred his words, and as you were trying to think of something to say, you felt a familiar pair of hands holding your waist from behind.
“She’s not interested, bud. Let’s get moving.” Steve said to him firmly.
“Steve, I don’t—“ he tried to question but was quickly interrupted.
“She’s with me, pal. You’re free to go.” He stated, making Kyle quickly leave. “That guy’s an asshole,” Steve muttered.
“Thanks for intervening. You didn’t have to. I could’ve handled him on my own.” You looked at him, but it was almost like something had changed in his eyes. You didn’t know what until he said it.
“I’m sure you could’ve, baby.” He squinted his eyes and smiled. “Listen, I’m about to do something very stupid.” He said, grabbing you by the hand and dragging you back to the bathroom with him, locking the door behind him once he came in.
He pulled you closer, you could feel his breath fanning on your face, his hands were gripping your waist and everything felt so surprisingly new.
“I was going to wait, but I don’t think I can handle it any longer.” He blurted out, you nodded in answer and that was all he needed.
Steve locked his lips to yours, bringing his right hand to the back of your neck and his left to cup your ass, squeezing as he pulled away for a second. “I didn’t want it to be like this—“ he whispered against your lips as you parted them, going back in with his tongue and using it to lick yours.
His hands roamed all over your body, squeezing and grabbing every single part he could. Your hands went straight to his hair and his jawline, trying to bring him as close as possible while your hips rutted against his.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He growled against your neck as he started to bite and kiss it, probably leaving marks.
Marks that meant you were his.
“Let’s go. Now.” He ordered, pulling away and fixing your dress, which was hiked up, making you look presentable enough to leave the bathroom and Irish goodbye.
The seven-minute car drive back to your house seemed like forever, especially with his hand on your upper thigh.
“Steve..." you whispered as his pinky finger grazed your clothed pussy. You knew exactly what you were going to do next. He stopped at a red light. It was late, and the streets were basically empty. You took off your seat belt and leaned closer to him. As soon as he looked at you, you locked your lips with his. His tongue was quick to enter your mouth, tasting the scotch you had been drinking earlier. Your lips quickly headed to his neck, your hand palming him through his pants, making him harder.
“What are you doing?" he asks you when the light goes green and you're still kissing his neck. He knew damn well what you were doing.
“Just drive, Stevie. ‘Want you so bad." He scoffs and steps on the gas pedal. You undo his belt and unbutton his pants. He sighs and swears under his breath. You smile at him, hand entering his underwear and stroking his dick. You could’ve never imagined he was this fucking big. He spreads his legs a bit, trying to readjust his position. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel firmly, eyes darting from you to the road in front of him.
You slowly darted your tongue out, licking the tip and collecting precum.
“Shit.” He hissed once you flattened your tongue against him and swiped it along his length. You slowly took him in your mouth.
The groan he let out once you took him as far as you could is perfect, his head hitting back on the headrest as he struggled to keep his focus. The feeling of your mouth sure made driving way better for him.
You bobbed your head up and down along his shaft, you could see he was trying his best not to thrust into your mouth.
“Stop. Get off now.” He said with a moan.
“Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?” You ask, worried.
“No, the opposite of that, baby,” he explained, his hand back on your upper thigh, “I just wanna finish all over your ass tonight.”
You could feel your underwear get wetter by the second.
Once you got home, you barely made it to the front door.
Steve pushed you on your back against the wood, his hands on both sides of your body. His tongue entered your mouth while you tried to put the key in without looking and failed miserably.
You turned around to open the door, but he just glued his hips to your ass, pulling you closer so you’d feel his erection. Your dress hiked up as he bit on your neck and shoulders, and you moaned.
Once you finally got the door open, you came in tripping, and he closed the door behind you with his foot, quickly taking off his shoes and tossing his blazer on the floor.
You took off your shoes on your way to your room, leaving them discarded on the hallway as you walked quickly, until you felt a tug on your pigtails.
“Wait for me, princess.” He said, quickly lifting you up, making you laugh and carrying you to the bed.
He tossed you onto the mattress and got on it, his right knee between your legs as he took off his tie.
He kissed you again, like he could never get enough of your taste. It was like Steve Harrington had been starving all his life and the only satiate him was you.
He held your wrists with his left hand while he tied the tie around them, looking into your eyes and giving your forehead a quick peck.
He hummed, “I’ve always wanted to see you like this. You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He brought his lips to your neck, sucking hard and kissing his way to your collar while he lowered your dress, showing your breasts.
“I think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He muttered, lowering his mouth and closing it around your left nipple, making your back arch as he pinched the other one.
You gasp, your whole body shivering under him. Steve chuckles, grinding down on you lightly, taking pleasure in the mewl you let out. "You have no idea how long l've wanted you." You whisper, causing him to groan
"Please fuck me, Steve." You whine, eyes shut.
He chuckles, intending on making you work a little harder for it. "So needy, hm?" he hums, smiling as you feel your face getting hotter by the second. "You want my cock?" he asks, grabbing your jaw softly. Your eyes open and you whimper as he kisses you. He reaches down to slip a hand into your waistband, fingers fluttering over your core.
"Please, please," you mumble, bucking into his hand. He chuckles, slipping his hand under your underwear and swirling his fingers through your wet pussy. "So wet, all for me?" he asks, watching you as he teases your clit with his fingertip. You nod and he grins, amazed at the immediate change in confidence that you'd had minutes ago in the car. Now you're a moaning mess, desperate for him, and he loves it.
"Keep being a good girl for me, and you'll get what you want, okay?" he mutters, thumb rubbing your bottom lip.
You open your mouth, and he slips two of his fingers in, groaning as you suck eagerly on them, your tongue swirling around. He pulls your dress off with your help as you lift your hips. Then he pulls your underwear to the side, slipping his middle finger immediately into your warmth. He feels you clench slightly around him as you moan and he thinks he's never seen anything so hot in his entire life.
"So good," he mutters, pumping his finger before adding another, palming himself as he grows fully hard, watching your reactions. "So perfect and ready for me."
His thumb rubs your clit, and you try to cover your mouth with your forearm, groaning loudly. "Nope. None of that, baby. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel!" He says, holding your hands back up, smirking as he sees your eyes roll back in pleasure. "You're being such a good girl."
You moan loudly at his words, and he smirks, not surprised you've got such a thing for praise. He takes note of that and curls his fingers as he pumps into you.
He feels you clenching and leans down, replacing his thumb with his lips to flick your clit with his tongue.
"Steve, I'm gonna.." you say with your hands threaded through his hair. He just pumps harder, and he feels you clench around him as you cum.
He crawls on top of you, his lips locking against yours as he licks your tongue with his, rutting into you a few times before pulling back and helping you take off your underwear.
He's pulling himself out of his pants, and you swallow your own saliva, resisting the shocked face that threatens to creep onto you when you have a better view of how big he is. You moan as you watch him pump himself, tossing his belt on the other side of the room.
He grins as he looks at you, "So good for me, my pretty girl. You want me to fuck you now?" he asks, and you eagerly pull yourself up to your elbows, "Yes, please fuck me."
He hums, pushing his cock against your slit, the tip rubbing your sensitive clit and making you moan sharply.
He continues to tease you, one hand on his cock and the other holding your waist. "Use me, please." You whisper in his ear, holding him to you in the space between your arms, your tied wrists around the back of his neck.
He lets out a sharp breath, his hand snaking to your neck and pushing you back onto the mattress. "You want me to use you?" he asks, thrusting against you slowly, teasing your slit. "Like my little plaything?"
"Yes, god, Steve, please-" but then he's sliding into you all at once, his large cock stretching you as he moves his hips, sheathing into you. You feel so full that all you can do is gasp, Steve kissing your forehead as his hand rests on your throat. "And you're gonna be good for me, right? My good little cockslut."
You nod, "just for you." You say, and he smiles. He starts to pull out, easing back in and starting a shallow rhythm, getting you used to his size. You're euphoric as he starts to slowly pump into you, one hand around your neck and the other on your chest, palming your tit.
He starts thrusting into you, picking up speed - rough and fast. His hips buck up against you, pulling back fully before filling you up. His thumb gently grazes your sensitive clit, and you close your fists, nails digging into your palm.
"Did you think about how it'd feel to get fucked by me, baby?" he whispers in your ear as he pounds you into the mattress.
"Yes, I've wanted you for so long," you trail off into a moan. "Feels so good"" You mutter, panting, words babbling from your mouth incoherently.
You barely have a warning before you cum a second time, clenching so hard that Steve's hips stutter, his moan ringing with your own. He looks down at you, thumb trailing into your open mouth, you eagerly sucking on it like a lollipop. "God, you're so tight, doll. Such a good little slut for me. I bet you'd let me do anything to you, anywhere."
Your legs are shaking as he keeps thrusting you through your orgasm, feeling sensitive and euphoric. He smirks, "Yeah? Bet you'd let me fuck you anywhere, just my little fuck toy. So perfect for me.!'
You nod, kissing him needily, tears from oversensitivity pricking your eyes. "Want you filling me up, feels so good."
"Anywhere?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he fucks into you. He's so possessive, it makes your face warm. You nod, "Anywhere."
Then Steve pulls out of you, and you're being flipped onto your knees, Steve's large hand pushing your face towards the soft sheets. You can't help the moans that escape you as he spits onto your dripping cunt, fingers playing with your used pussy as you moan, sensitive and still desperate.
"Pretty baby, all fucked out. Can you take one more?" he asks, hands roaming your ass. you nod, yelping gently when a hand smacks down on your ass.
"Can you take one more?" he asks. "Yes!" you moan into the mattress with need. He mutters, "Good girl." As he pushes into you, the new angle making you moan loudly.
With every thrust, he pushes you down on the mattress, making you grip the pillow with pleasure, which takes a lot of effort. One of his hands drops down to rub your clit, and you buck needily against his touch. After only a few minutes, the combination of the snap of his hips, the few slaps on your ass, and his hands on your clit push you over the edge, clenching around his cock as you whimper. Your legs barely stay up after you cum, and his arm wraps around you to hold you as he pounds into you, chasing his own high.
"Yes, my pretty girl, so good." He praises again, hips speeding up. You think he's close because his breathing is faster, hands gripping your hips hard as he kisses down your spine, "Take it." He whispers onto your back as he finally cums, pulling out and finishing on your ass and lower back, moaning lightly.
You can't believe what just happened as Steve disappears, returning at the speed of light with a damp washcloth to clean you off. You blush at how sweet the gesture is before he falls next to you on the bed, sighing.
"I didn't expect that." He laughed as he untied your wrists, kissing them where his tie was before.
You laugh, "neither did I. I thought I was coming home to an empty house and some takeout from yesterday."
He's staring at you, a smirk on his face. "I'd apologize, but holy fuck, you look so pretty when you cum." You don't know what to say, feeling hot as you roll your eyes with a grin. He laughs and kisses you. "You're cute, you know."
"Say you." You mutter against his lips. You thank god Robin won't be back soon as you watch your best friend rise, naked, from beside you and grab a hoodie he left with you and shorts he forgot at your home from your closet, throwing them on before handing you his own button-up to wear.
"Next time we do this, I'm paying for dinner before, okay, baby?" He smiled against your lips.
"It's a date." You gave him a peck as he got up to grab you something to eat.
"So, lasagna?" he asks. You laugh as you stand on shaky legs, buttoning the middle buttons of the shirt.
"It's the least you could do." You joke.