penny for your thoughts
summary: you and steve get stuck in the upside down and help will not arrive until the following day. confessions are shared and they aren't so nice.
pairing: steve harrington x fem!plus size!reader
word count: 4,553
warnings: slight angst, bickering, confrontation. slightly injured arm. SMUT! oral (m receiving) p in v unprotected, squ!rting
minors dni!!!
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You thought of yourself as a levelheaded person. In fact you knew you were. You were slow to anger and easy to get along with, both traits your mother had nourished in you during your upbringing.
But, standing outside of WSQK, in the upside down, staring at Steve Harrington. Well, you thought that maybe at that moment you were capable of ripping his fucking head off. You looked beyond Steve, right at his beamer that had crashed into the wall. It was true that Steve did typically frustrate you. He was able to make you angry in a matter of minutes and that was a skill no one else possessed. But this, well this took the fucking cake. You had told him not to drive into the god forsaken gate but when had he ever listened to you?
The two of you were having a stare down and you'd be damned if you cracked first. If looks could kill you had a feeling Steve would be dropping dead at this very moment. "Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have done that."
Your eyes went wide, a manic laugh bubbling out of you. "Do you think so, Stephen?" You cracked. You started pacing, debating where to even start. You didn't have much time to think about anything before you heard the walkie go off both of your names being repeated followed with, "Do you copy?" The voice belonged to your younger brother.
"Yes, we copy, Dustin. We are okay. Well, most of us. The beamer didn't make it." You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to glare at Steve. You knew the car was his 'baby' but was that really what he was concerned about right now? The two of you were trapped in the monster dimension for gods sake!
The rest of what Dustin was saying came in crackling sentences. The connection was bad but all the same, your patience that was already thin as ice was about to shatter. "Bad news… 'Til tomorrow. Steve, if you let my sister die, I'll kill you." The last sentence had been the only thing to come through crystal clear.
"Great. Great!" you started pacing again, looking up at the WSQK building. The only silver lining was that you knew this building very well. It was spacious which meant you could go inside and ignore Steve Harrington.
"Jesus, am I such bad company?" The look in Steve's eyes made your heart twinge with pain for a moment. He was right, was he? You were being unfair. It was just so hard to be around him. He drove you nuts and for all the reasons you could never say.
Your ice cold demeanor thawed, your shoulders slumping forward in defeat. No, he wasn't bad company. "You just infuriate me," you admired with a whisper.
Steve gave you a lopsided smile, "There's something we have in common. I infuriate you, you drive me fucking crazy."
"I do?" A small smile flickered across your face. You liked the idea of making Steve as mad as he made you feel.
"Oh, absolutely. Why do you think I can hardly be in the same room as you? You're bossy and assertive but more than that you're too fucking smart for your own good and it makes me feel dumb."
You frowned, not liking that he called himself dumb. That was a common thing people said about Steve. As much as you loathed him you didn't like that other people did. It made you angry when people spoke poorly of him. This was because Steve was a good person. You had seen how he had changed Dustin's life. Ever since your mother and fathers divorce he needed a male figure in his life. Steve had been that for him and Dustin had blossomed that much more because of it. Even though you would never admit that out loud to Steve you knew it was true. "Don't say you're dumb. You're not. People are smart in different ways. Sure my bossy and cleverness has saved our lives- more than once may I add. But, we wouldn't be anywhere without your brawn and bravery."
Steve's jaw dropped, he stared at you for a long moment. He held the walkie up, clicking the button, "Dustin? Dustin do you copy? She actually said something nice about me!"
You rolled your eyes, prying the walkie from his hand. "We must preserve battery. Come on, let's find a place to sleep."
Your optimism about being stranded at WSQK was shortsighted. You forgot just how dirty it had been when Robin took over. The upside down was stuck in 1983 and you guys had spent weeks cleaning it up because Jimmy Fast Hands Lee left it in a perpetual state of filth. So, WSQK wasn't actually an option.
"What's the closest building to us?" You asked, closing your eyes tightly picturing Hawkins.
"Our Lady of the Valley," Steve said without hesitation. You had forgotten he was born into a Catholic family turned baptist when he was middle school age. Well, you hadn't forgot. You simply tried not to retain information he spoke about himself. Besides, he was never talking to you about this. It was always someone else and you just happened to be in the background. You had never been Steve's conversation of choice.
"Maybe we should head there?" You offer, already heading to the front of the building.
"Okay, lets get the emergency packs out of the beamer then we'll go."
You followed Steve to the car, staring at the large wall the beamer was sticking out of. The wall hadn't been here the last time you had been in the upside down and it was making you uneasy. Steve was quick to hop up on the wall, opening the back door. "I'll just toss the bags down."
You stood on the ground, arms ready to catch the backpacks. Steve dropped the first one and you caught with ease but not without wincing. "Shit," you hissed. When the car crashed your arm had slammed against the door but now the adrenaline was wearing off. The second bag never hit, instead it was Steve landing on his feet, bag strapped across his back.
"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping in close to you. There was concern in his eyes as he searched you over.
"It's my shoulder, I hit it when we wrecked. I'm okay, it just took me by surprise."
Steve tilted his head, trying to assess your injury as if he had x-ray vision. "Come on, let's get to the church." You agreed with a nod of your head, reaching down for the bag. Steve grabbed it, cutting you off. "I don't think so, I got it."
The church was about two miles from the radio station and the first ten minutes the two of you were silent. You could feel Steve glancing at you often so you finally looked at him. "I'm fine, Steve."
"Okay. It's just, well you know, Dustin said he'd kill me if anything happened to you."
You laughed lightly, "Are you scared of a high schooler? Thought we left that behind us."
"Speaking of high school," Steve started and you groaned. You did not like reminiscing on Hawkins High. It had been the worst four years of your life. "How come were friends, Henderson?" His question sounded genuine which confused you because he knew exactly why the two of you were friends.
"Uhm, because we never spoke a word to each other until you befriended my brother our senior year? Not to mention we were not on the same social ladder. Or even in the same classes."
"Right because you were in all honors kid genius."
You rolled his eyes dramatically making sure he seen it. "Sure. I wasn't very social, you know that."
"Are you sure it wasn't because of Todd?" Steve pried.
Hearing your exes name had sent a jolt of unease through you. You and Todd Freemen had been boyfriend and girlfriend since your freshman year when you and your family had moved to Hawkins. Like most people of Hawkins, when the town split he and his family had fled. You didn't like to talk about him though. Not because he left you; that you were actually thankful for. It was an escape you never had to find for yourself. Todd had turned out to be a very mean boy. It was no secret because Dustin had told anyone that would listen he was going to kill Todd. When Steve had learned about how Todd was treating you he had punched him at a party. Todd had told you that if he ever seen you talking to Steve Harrington that wouldn't be another opportunity. You didn't think Todd would ever hurt you physically but it was better not to find out. Besides, it wasn't like Steve was ever trying to talk you. "You punched him."
"I wish I would have punched him harder," Steve countered.
As the church came into view you shook your head, "I don't want to talk about Todd. Ever, actually."
Steve relented, being the first one up to the church door. He pulled on handle with no luck. "Shit," he hissed.
You pushed Steve to the side, pulling a gun from your jeans. You kept it tucked in the back of your pants, just like Nancy had taught you. You held the barrel of it, bringing the butt of it down on the lock. Metal busting was loud but not as loud as a gunshot. The last thing you needed was to bring the military to the church doorstep. Steve stared at you and you just shrugged, pushing open the church door.
"You've been hanging out with Nancy too much," Steve shut the door behind him, using a chair to jam under the handle so it couldn't be opened from the outside. He was right about Nancy. Though the two of you had always sort of been friends since your brothers were, you had really gotten close in the past year. She was teaching you everything she knew about guns and it was fun you had to admit.
You looked around the church making sure there was no obvious signs of military life or demogorgons for that matter. All the windows and side doors were intact and locked which was a good thing. "I think it's clear," you said to Steve who had been inspecting the other side of the church.
"Okay, sit down. Let's look at that arm."
You eyed him, both of you on separate sides of the same pew. He raised a brow as if to challenge you but you relented, taking a seat. You shrugged off your sweater and tshirt, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get a good look at it with clothing on. You tried not to care that you were going to sit there in your bra but it did feel a little weird. Almost like the double d elephant in the room.
Steve didn't even pretend to not look at your chest where your tits were spilling out of the top of your bra. "Did you wanna take a picture? Maybe keep a Polaroid in your wallet of them?"
Steve coughed, "Being a smart ass must run in your family." He lifted your arm and you couldn't help but wince. "It doesn't look broken, just a little swollen."
"There's ibuprofen in my pack."
"That's smart. I don't know why I never thought of that," he countered.
Steve grabbed your bag, pulling out your water flask and digging around until he pulled out a small, thin white pack. You shook your head, "That's my birth control, try again."
Though the lighting was dark you could see Steve's cheeks turning slightly pink. "Didn't think that was an emergency pack type of medicine."
"I take it everyday, that's my every day bag," you explained. You took the bottle and water from him, tossing back three pills.
He packed them neatly back in your bag. You pulled your shirt back over your head, deciding to leave the sweater off because it actually felt kind of nice in the church. "I'll take the first watch if you want to get some sleep."
You looked at Steve who was going to sit on the altar stairs. You shook your head; sleep never came easy to you, not even on a regular night and you knew there was no chance of it now. "No way I'm going to be able to fall asleep. No sheep in here to count. You can rest though."
He shrugged, looking as if he may take the offer. You went to sit on the altar steps as well, a few feet apart from Steve. You leaned against what you thought was maybe some sort of prayer bench where there a bunch of unlit candles. Steve used his bag as a pillow and you sat your gun beside you so you grab it immediately if needed.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up at the ceiling. The pain in your arm was barely a dull throb now. "Why do you hate me?" You hadn't mean to ask the question but it had fallen from your lips like words were something you could just drop.
"What? Why do you think I hate you?" Steve turned to face you. His hair was wild since he had taken off the hat he had been wearing. You hated to think it but Steve Harrington was cute. You knew in the deepest parts of your soul that was one of the many reasons he had pissed you off so bad. He was just so goddamn pretty. His fluffy hair, long lashes that looked better than yours on any day, his puffy lips and the way his eyes just sparkled. It was unnatural and it made you so angry that you weren't immune to it.
"Because, I heard you one day. You were talking to Jonathan. He asked about me and you said that I was aggravating and annoying." You had remembered when you heard him say that Jonathan. All of you had been getting ready for a crawl the two of them were chit chatting in the studio. You thought it should hurt your feelings but more than anything it just made you mad. You and Steve avoided each other for the most part so you don't know why he thought those things about you. How could he form an opinion on you when he barely knew you?
"Why were you eavesdropping?" he was deflecting and you could feel yourself getting irritated.
"We all work in the same building, do we not? Did you think that no one but you and Jonathan were there? Because I don't think you thought that."
"I didn't say that's what I was thinking. I just didn't think anyone would be listening."
"Hmm," you rolled your eyes. "You know, I don't remember doing anything to piss you off so I'm not sure why I'm so awful for you to be around."
Steve laughed, the tone of it was cruel like maybe you were clueless or something. "It's not anything you did. It's just who you are. It's like… No matter where I go, you're there."
"We have the same friends. Your best friends with my brother. Not to mention we fight monsters and that's not something you can just go around telling people so our circles are pretty small." Even though you had been the one to bring the topic up to Steve you didn't like his answer. It was your fault for pushing, though. You should have just let him sleep.
"Yes! That's the problem," Steve sat up, doing so closed a large portion of the distance between the two of you. "If I go to work, you're there. If we're doing a crawl, you're there. If I want to see my friends, you're there. You are driving me crazy. You think you're so smart and better than me-"
You cut Steve off, feeling hurt for the first time since acknowledging he didn't like you. "I don't think I'm better than you." Your voice was soft. "Steve I'm always there because I have no where else to go. That's what I'm telling you. We have the same friends. Our lives are intertwined, I can't just disappear."
"No," Steve shook his head quickly. "That's not what I want. That's not even what I meant. It's…" He paused, blowing out a breath. "You drive me crazy. Don't you get it? You're aggravating and annoying because I feel absolutely mad. You're always there. I'm always there too and it's like you don't notice. Like you don't care. The way you seem to plague my thoughts and I don't even take up a fraction of yours."
You tilted your head, your lips trying to form words but your brain incapable of saying any. Finally you said, "Oh. Oh. That's… That's not what I thought. I didn't think you even noticed me."
Steve groaned your name, running a hand down his face, muffling his laugh. "For you to be so smart you're clueless. I beat up your boyfriend."
"Ex boyfriend but yeah, that's because Dustin told you to."
Steve shook his head, "Nope. It's because I hate him and he deserved it. Not only that I thought that maybe you'd finally get it."
You blinked, staring at Steve in disbelief. All this time you spent with pent up rage because of how perfect and beautiful he was.. You knew what it was for you but you hadn't conceived that he could feel the same about you. Steve Harrington, all muscles and pretty… You were not his type with your full figure and brash personality. Not that you weren't hot because you were. You had a full chest, an ample ass and your face wasn't so bad either. It's just, Steve Harrington had typically dated thinner girls. Not that that mattered, you thought all girls were pretty but you knew how boys and men thought.
Steve scooted closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Say you don't feel the same."
You shook your head, once again unable to say much of anything. You did feel the same. You shook your head again and Steve descended on you. He was holding your face in his hands as he kissed you. It was gentle at first, new and curious.
Kissing had never felt like this for you before. You kissed him back, your brain unable to process what was happening. All you knew was it felt right, and it was what you had been waiting for. You felt yourself melting in his hands.
How had the two of you just went from arguing to lip locked and on a church alter of all places? Steve pulled away, he pressed his lips against your neck. "You know," you said a bit breathless, "You drive me crazy too. Your stupid eyelashes and lips. You're such a pretty boy," you said and Steve pulled away from you just a few inches to look at you. His lips were slightly swollen from kissing you and you rolled your eyes. You pulled him back by his jacket and kissed him hard.
Steve pressed himself against you, your body laying back on the steps. All you knew in that moment is that you wanted him bad. Right here, in the upside down, scary particles wafting through the air and all. You spread your legs so he could sink between them, getting closer to you. The clothes that the two of you were still wearing felt like an evil barrier.
Steve tugged at your shirt and you helped pull it off. In that moment you were thankful for the pain meds because your arm didn't even hurt. Steve kissed your neck again while you unclasped your bra. He didn't even try to hold back the groan when your chest was on display for him. Your tits were big, it was something you did really enjoy. You enjoyed it even more watching Steve cup them in his hands, or at least try to. "Good fucking god," he said.
"Should you be praying to me in the middle of a church, Harrington?" You were aiming for confident or maybe witty but your resolve crumbled when Steve licked at your nipple. You closed your eyes. The whole body bliss that came with stomach butterflies consumed you. You could feel yourself getting wet and the jeans were making your miserable.
You looked down at Steve as he sucked and licked at your nipples, your breaths were shaky and you could feel Steve's cock straining against his jeans on your thigh. Oh god, he was big. He didn't have to take his pants off for you to see that. Steve pulled his jacket off, yanking his shirt off in one quick motion, kissing down your stomach.
He unbuttoned your jeans but you stopped him, "We are doing this my way."
Steve had no objections as you turned around, pushing him down against the altar. You unzipped his jeans, tugging them off of him just after he kicked his boots off. His boxes weren't doing much to hide his erection or the wet spot that the precum was making. You stroked him gently through the cloth, watching his head roll back. You'd be lying if you hadn't thought of this moment. You often fantasized about being the one to get Steve off. You wanted to know if he whimpered the way you thought pretty boys should. You kissed the middle of his chest, kissing his stomach where there were scars from the demobats. You didn't a second to kiss all the scars you could see, thankful that he hadn't actually died.
You pulled his boxers down, his cock bouncing up and hitting your cheek. Your eyes looked up, finding his and he stared down you, his lips slightly parted. You didn't break the eye contact as you took him into your mouth completely, shoving him right against the back of your throat. "Oh fuck, oh god," he groaned, blinking tightly. You bobbed your head, starting slow, relishing the way his hips jerked when you swirled your tongue around the head of his pink cock.
You brought one hand up, pumping him while you worked him in your mouth. Steve was veiny and you loved how he felt in your mouth and in your hands. A line of words stumbled from him, you were sure your name was mixed in there with all the 'fucks' and 'pleases'. You were enjoying yourself. You liked that you were able to make him squirm. You pushed him to the back of your throat again, groaning against him so he could feel the vibrations in your throat. That was the ticket, he whimpered and you grinned with his dick in your mouth, repeating this move.
You looked up at him and could see his eyes were becoming heavy. You couldn't let him cum yet. You let his cock pop out of your mouth, making a lewd noise as you sucked on him until he was out of your mouth. You stood, pushing your jeans down your hips, tossing them to the side. Steve looked up at you, "You're like an angel," he said which was cheesy considering your location.
You rolled your eyes, sinking to your knees but this time straddling him. You used one hand to take his cock and slide it between your folds. You were soaking wet and used his cock to gather it and rub it around naturally lubricating you, moaning when his dick brushed against your clit. You placed him at your entrance, sliding down slowly on him. He was big, it was more of a challenge now as he stretched your walls out but it was a welcomed discomfort. You moaned, placing your hands on Steve's abdomen as you sank down completely now.
"Fuck," Steve hissed as you moved your hips forward. Your pace was slow because the feeling of him was new and fuck it was so good. Your hips bucked as your slid back up before slamming down quickly. Both of you whimpered this time and you did it again, letting yourself move faster and faster.
Steve reached around, cupping your ass and slamming you down on him. You moved one hand between your legs, rubbing at your clit. The feeling of him inside you and the friction you were giving yourself made you scream in pleasure. Your hips jerked and you fluttered around Steve, he moaned, grabbing your hips. He let one hand come up and cup one of your breasts, "You are so fucking beautiful," he said.
You threw your head back, your hair cascading down your back. You were moving wildly now and you knew Steve was watching the way your tits bounced as you moved on top of him. "God, Steve," you cried out. "Your dick, oh my god," you tried to tell him something else but your words were a jumbled mess. You moved up and down, Steve's thumb applying pressure to your clit. You whined, refusing to slow down but knowing you were about to fall over that precipice a second time. Cumming twice wasn't something that happened to you when having sex so the feeling of this building again was making you hypersensitive.
Steve moved his thumb in a circle, applying a hard pressure that made you shut your eyes, vision speckling with white. His cock was hitting a place inside of you that made feel like you may actually combust on top of him with his dick buried in you.
You looked down at Steve who was staring up at you in awe. He looked absolutely mesmerized and it made you want to please him even more but you weren't sure of anything. You were losing the part of your brain that helped you form critical thoughts. All you knew that you were about to cum but it felt… different. Your body went rigid, your spine going completely straight. You couldn't stop your legs and hips from jerking, you pushed yourself off Steve, his cock falling against his stomach as you gushed everywhere. You couldn't help the scream that escaped you and Steve moaned, grabbing you and throwing you back down on the steps. This time he was behind you on his knees, he squeezed your ass, murmuring something about forgiveness and confessions. "Your ass, god, everything about you," he shook his head, his cock pushing back inside of you. .
You cried out, pushing yourself back against him. He pumped in and out of you, his hands coming around to cup your chest as he slammed into you. "You're perfect," he said, your walls still contracting and fluttering around him from what had just happened. It wasn't long before he was pulling out of you, hot liquid soaking your ass.
For a moment the two of you sat there, breaths coming in pants but then Steve wiped you off. He turned you around, looking into your eyes before he helped you get dress. He put his clothes back on as well and looked over the church. "I'm glad that if my beamer had to die this is what it was for."
You laughed, shaking your head. "If you had just told me how annoying I was to my face this could have happened a lot sooner."
Steve captured your chin between his thumb and finger before he kissed you. "I'll keep that in mind next time you're pissing me off."
Steve went to a level spot of the floor where there my no stairs. "Come on, let's down here. We'll wait for our rescue here."
You eyed him wearily but joined him all the same. At least being stranded with Steve hadn't been so bad.
