summary. One hot morning with Steve turns into Dustin and Robin finding out that you’re in a relationship.
⭑.ᐟ This isn’t really smut BUT it’s very sweet. Dustin is a drama queen. Steve is a yearner. Henderson!reader. Secret relationship. UGH. Hope you had a good Christmas! Please interact and send requests if u have any :)
word count. 1,2k
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The sunlight finally peaks through the thick curtains when your eyes barely open.
The sound of your breathing is even, like you just woke up from a dream that soothed you into forgetting the horrors of the real world.
The beige skin under your body is warm, chest rising up and down slowly like he’s still dreaming.
His arm is draped around your waist protectively, like if he lets go, you’ll disappear even in sleep.
Your head doesn’t move from his chest, if anything it might be stuck on it.
You refuse to move.
If you deserve to have your rest, so does Steve.
You try and close your eyes again, but before you can fall into another deep slumber, his arm suddenly moves up, tracing pattern on your bare arm.
‘Morning.’ He says, voice groggy, full of sleepiness.
‘Hi.’ You answer, your head perking up just enough to see him flash you a smile.
‘You sleep okay?’ He asks, a small yawn escaping his lips.
‘With you? Always.’ The answer is enough to make his heart skip a beat.
‘Good to know.’ He smiles again, this time a sense of safety engulfing him. ‘You talk in your sleep.’ He teases.
‘No I do not.’ You defend with a gasp, a small slap across his chest, propping yourself on your elbow.
‘You so do.’ He laughs. ‘I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but you couldn’t stop saying my name. Sounded nice.’ He says with sass, eyebrows wiggling subtly.
That’s enough for your cheeks to turn a bright shade of red, your hands immediately going to cover your face in embarrassment.
‘Hey, none of that. Don’t hide that pretty face of yours.’ He says, his hands quickly covering yours- pulling them on your lap, eyes still sleepy but grin miles wide.
‘Did I ruin your night?’ You ask, a small guilty smile sitting on your lips.
‘You could never.’ He shrugs it off with a hand like it was no big deal. ‘I think it’s cute.’
‘Yeah, right.’ You roll your eyes with a laugh.
‘I mean it. If you say my name in your sleep, must be ‘cause you feel safe, yeah? Or was I a total douchbag?’ He wonders, heart beating faster by the second.
‘No, you were great. You always are.’ You smile at him, and Steve swears his heart completely stops for a minute.
He stares at you, not believing he’s even here with you.
‘You’re incredible, you know that?’ He whispers like he’s afraid anyone else will hear him even though it’s only the two of you in his house.
‘You’ve said that, once or twice.’ You tease, hand instinctively resting on his bare chest.
‘How are you real?’ He says, his hand resting on yours.
Before you have the chance to come back from that, he sits up and closes the gap between you two.
Steve’s hungry suddenly.
He’s hungry for you.
For your touch.
For your taste.
His hand lands in your hair in a tangling mess, his other hand tight on your back, trying to pull you closer.
When you deepen, he loses his mind.
Steve can’t believe you are in fact real.
And you’re with him.
Outside noise is completely blocked out when your back hits the mattress, and Steve hovers.
He kisses down your jaw, your neck, your chest, hands fighting to not go too fast.
When he comes up to kiss you again, it’s tongue and teeth in a battle for who’s going to win. There’s no prize, it’s just for fun.
So no. In the middle of the chaos, you don’t hear the doorbell.
Or the frantic knocks.
And you especially don’t hear Robin’s voice echo from behind the door.
‘Harrington I swear to god! I don’t care if you’re naked I’m coming i-‘
‘Oh my god!’ Another voice rings out, this time, one you would recognize in the middle of a battlefield.
Your brother’s.
‘Ah!’ Steve screams, taken aback by the sudden interruption.
He quickly jumps over you, his blanket instinctively going to cover your barely dressed body before his own.
‘What the hell, man! Haven’t you heard of knocking? Jesus!’ His voice is loud, it cracks under pressure.
‘You? And my sister? That’s gross man!’ Dustin winces dramatically, all while Robin stands next to him, mouth wide open, forgetting to mention that they did in fact call, knock, and scream with no answer.
‘You weren’t in your bed, you weren’t picking up the phone and you were just here the whole time?’ Robin points at you and then Steve, with a smile, although looking a bit in shock.
They genuinely thought you might’ve been kidnapped. They didn’t expect to find you in Steve’s bed.
‘Get the hell out!’ You finally speak up, holding the blanket up to your shoulders, motioning them to the door.
Robin only lets out a laugh again, because she can’t believe it.
She called it.
She’s not so sure why you didn’t tell anyone, especially her.
But she’s not hurt.
If anything she’s proud.
When Robin takes Dustin’s hand and finally walk out the door, his face completely falls, almost dramatically traumatized by his own best friend having his own sister in his bed.
‘Oh my god.’ Your hands slide across your face, skin red again, head all over the place.
Steve’s laugh breaks you out of your daze.
His head hangs low, but his chest moves when he laughs.
‘That’s not funny!’ You grab the pillow next to you and hit him with it.
‘It’s a little funny.’
‘Dustin looked so traumatized.’ You say horrified.
‘Eh, he deserved it. Should’ve learned how to knock.’
‘Steve.’ You say, tone stern, but with the ghost of a smirk on your lips.
‘Hey, at least we don’t have to hide anymore. Right? He finally knows.’ He makes a point, and he’s not wrong.
You’re not sure why it was a secret in the first place.
Maybe it was the buzzy feeling everytime you snuck out to meet Steve with no one knowing, or everytime he snuck into your room to make out in the middle of the night when your brother was in the house.
Maybe it was the danger of being discovered making out in one of the many rooms of the squawk by Robin.
It just never came up.
‘Yeah. And he’s gonna hate me forever now. I’ve stained his innocence.’ That makes Steve laugh.
‘He won’t hate you. If anything, it’s me he’ll hate. Wanna bet he’ll threaten me next time I see him?’ He jokes.
‘Threaten you how, exactly?’
‘Oh you want the play by play? Okay. He’s probably gonna take me aside, look me straight in the eyes, and tell me ‘if you hurt my sister, you’re dead, Harrington.’ He’s good at that. He can be kinda scary when he wants.’
‘Okay.’ You chuckle knowing that he’s probably right.
‘But he has nothing to worry about. I’m here to stay.’ He looks at you suddenly, eyes soft and safe.
‘Is that so?’ You say biting your lip.
‘Oh yeah, totally. Keeping your heart warm forever, sweetheart.’ He says closing the gap once again, his lips sweet on yours.
‘Good.’ You whisper against his lips pulling him down into the mattress again, this time, no intention of letting anyone interrupt you.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem (adopted) Henderson!reader
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Summary: In the stillness of a moonlit night, you sense a watchful presence beyond your window and slip into the dark to confront it. What begins as sharp confrontation dissolves into the breathtaking surrender of your first sexual encounter.
Classification and content warnings: Smut +18 | references to paranormal threats and violence (including possession of a stolen firearm), emotional distress related to family conflict and feelings of parental rejection, anxiety and paranoia, explicit sexual content including dry humping, fingering, protected penetrative sex, loss of virginity with some associated pain and emotional intensity.
Word count: 4,2k
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You felt it before you ever truly saw anything. That slow, crawling awareness settling between your shoulders as you stood just inside your living room, fingers brushing the edge of the curtain. The house was quiet behind you, lights low, familiar and falsely safe, while outside the window the dark pressed close.
You peered through the narrow gap in the fabric, heart thudding as your eyes searched the yard and the street beyond, certain that someone was out there. Ever since your brother’s stories had been forced into the open, ever since you had come face to face with things that should never have existed and fought them with your own hands, the world no longer knew how to sit still. Every rustle of leaves and imagined movement beyond the glass felt like a signal, like a dinner bell ringing somewhere just beyond your line of sight, calling something closer.
You moved quickly once the feeling settled in your chest. From under your bed, you dragged out your memory box, its cardboard edges worn soft with age. You did not linger on how empty it still sat, how many things were missing because they never happened. You reached in and wrapped your fingers around the cold metal of a gun, one you had begged Hopper for until he shut you down flat. He had said no, so you had taken matters into your own hands by stealing it.
You slipped out through the back door, careful to push it closed without a sound.
Your feet barely made a whisper against the wet grass as you moved, knees bent and body low, the gun raised and steady in front of you. The safety was already off, the click still echoing faintly in your memory.
You cut through the sparse stretch of woods beside your house, branches brushing your sleeves, leaves sticking damply to your shoes. You focused on your breathing, slow and controlled…in and out, forcing your vision to clear as you reached the edge of your street. Your heart stuttered when your eyes finally locked onto what waited there.
A car…Steve’s car.
You let out a shallow breath and lowered the gun, irritation flooding in where fear had been. You stalked toward the vehicle, every step heavy with annoyance now. Steve sat inside, binoculars lifting and lowering as he trained them on your house, clearly thrown off when you disappeared from his line of sight.
You stopped at the driver’s window and knocked twice with the barrel of your gun, making Steve jump hard enough to make the car jolt. He stared straight ahead for a second then sagged, exhaling before rolling down the window with forced casualness.
“Oh, hey,” he said, eyes flicking from your face to the gun and back again. “You have a gun now?”
“You can’t be here,” you replied flatly.
He nodded too fast, hands lifting in mock surrender. “I know, I know. I just…”
Your attention snapped to the back seat as you leaned in. “Where’s Dustin? Is he okay? Did something happen?”
“Everyone’s okay,” Steve rushed out. “He…he…”
“He–he,” you mocked, waving your armed hand in frustration. “He what, Steve?”
“He doesn’t know I’m here, okay!?” The words spilled out sharp and startled, the edge in his voice making you blink. He stopped himself, dragged in a breath, and softened his tone into the one he always used with you. “He doesn’t know I’m here. Could you maybe stop flailing your arms around while holding a gun?” He opened the door and stepped out, glancing pointedly at your grip. “Is the safety even on?”
You bristled, ready to argue until you looked down and saw that it was, in fact, off. Your stomach dropped. You clicked it back on, heat creeping into your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I’m still getting used to it.”
“I’m hoping you won’t need to,” he replied just as softly. After a beat, he added, “Could I come inside for a minute?”
You nodded, already turning toward the driveway. “Make it fast. I don’t know when my mom will be back.”
Once his car was properly parked, Steve followed you inside. You went straight to your room, lowering yourself just enough to slide the box back into its hiding place, tucking the gun away with it. When you stood again, he was watching you, expression unreadable.
“Why are you here, Steve?” you asked as you brushed past him toward the kitchen. “In the book of Steve’s worst ideas, I’d say this one takes the number one spot.”
He trailed after you. “Well, Dustin…”
Your eyes widened. “Did you tell him about us?”
“No! Do you think I want to die at the hands of an annoyingly genius child?” He gestured toward you, then hesitated. “He just mentioned something about…you and I worried.”
You rolled your eyes and opened the fridge, hoping for a soda, only to be met with shelves full of everything except what you wanted. “So he ran his mouth.”
“No,” Steve said, stretching the word out, clearly unconvinced himself. He stepped closer and nudged the fridge door shut with a quiet click, forcing your attention onto him. “Okay. He kind of did.” He rubbed at his forehead. “He said you think your mom hates you.”
You tilted your head. “I don’t think it, Steve. I know it…and I really do not want to talk about it.”
“I figured you would say that,” he said gently. “So I’m just here to keep you company.”
“No, you were up the street spying on me,” you shot back, pointing toward the front door. “Which should be the last thing on your list. We said one of us should always be with the kids.” You pressed an accusing finger into his chest.
“It’s handled,” he replied lowly then wrapped a hand around yours, easing your finger away. “Jonathan’s watching them until I get back. You told me to take care of Dustin.” He searched your face before continuing. “I take care of him by taking care of you. Stop being a control freak for one second and let me do that.”
Silence stretched between you. When you finally spoke, your voice wobbled, the echo of your fight with your mom still ringing in your ears. “I really don’t want to talk about it though.”
“I know,” Steve said, nodding. “You’re so polite with your sadness that you don’t want to ruin things for anyone.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “Doesn’t mean I will let it ruin you.”
Back in your room, Steve settled onto your bed, launching into updates about this impossible world you had all been dragged into. He rambled about theories and strange rules, slipping into the same half-scientific language Dustin used, only louder and far more incoherent. You listened with a fond sort of disbelief.
You stopped in front of him. “I somehow can wrap my mind around that…I just can’t believe you’re friends, good friends with so many children.”
“So are you,” he shot back.
You laughed and made a mocking sound. “No, I'm there in a babysitting capacity. That’s my baby brother I’m trying to keep alive.”
“I’ve heard that argument before,” Steve said quietly. “So… about that gun.”
“I’m not talking about the gun with you.”
He pulled a face, clearly offended. “Why not?”
“Because you have a bloodied baseball bat with spikes in your trunk, Steven,” you argued.
“To each their own, I guess,” he shrugged.
You stepped closer. “Thank you,” you said softly. “For everything. For keeping him and the others safe.”
“You make it sound harder than it is,” Steve replied. “Henderson’s a smart kid. I can see who he got it from.” His hands settled on your thighs, warm and gentle.
“Steve, I’m adopted,” you reminded him with a small smile.
“I know, just… you know what I meant,” he started, then stopped when you shifted forward and straddled his hips. He swallowed. “You…”
You cut him off with a soft kiss to his cheek then his jaw, then the sensitive spot behind his ear. His hands slid to your hips, steadying you instinctively over him.
“Keep going,” you murmured against his skin. “I’m listening.”
“A–Are you sure about that? About this?” he asked, meeting your eyes. Somewhere along the way, Steve had changed and you could not pinpoint when. You only knew that this version of him existed because you did, that he had reshaped himself to make room for you.
Your answer came quiet but certain, whispered against his lips before you kissed him. The kiss was soft and warm, familiar in a way that settled something deep in his chest, exactly as he remembered from the first time it happened.
The room was now bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, the empty house silent except for the quiet rhythm of your breaths mingling with Steve's, mouth moving against yours with a gentleness that made your heart flutter, his tongue brushing yours lightly, exploring without demand.
Steve had sighed into the kiss, body relaxing beneath you, pushing him to lean back slowly, falling onto the mattress with you still perched above him. Despite the slight change, his hands still rested warmly on your hips, fingers splaying across the curve of your sides, holding you steady as the kiss deepened just a fraction like warm honey spreading through your veins.
As your lips stayed locked, you felt a subtle shift beneath you from his cock stirring to life, hardening against the thin fabric separating you and pressing up insistently yet not aggressively.
A flush crept up your neck at the realization but it was thrilling not overwhelming like you thought it’d be. Steve's grip tightened just enough to lift you slightly, giving a respectful space, as if he was checking in without words, not wanting to rush this moment that had been building in stolen glances and quiet touches.
Except you did want it, you craved the closeness, the heat and so you settled back down, aligning yourself over his growing erection. The friction sent a spark through you as you began to rock gently, your pussy gliding along the rigid length through your clothes, seeking that perfect spot, which didn't take long. A slow grind found it, the pressure blooming into a delicious ache that made your breath hitch.
You pulled back from the kiss just enough to murmur, "Is this okay?"
Your voice was soft, laced with a vulnerability that was new, this being the first time pleasure like this had unfurled with someone else.
Steve swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes dark and earnest as they met yours. "More than okay," he breathed out, voice rough around the edges, almost breathless with restraint and want.
Emboldened, you continued the motion, circling your hips in a steady rhythm that built the warmth between you. You hadn't expected the sounds that erupted, soft whimpers escaping your lips unbidden as waves of sensation rippled through your core, making him groan low in response. The sound vibrated from his throat as his hands slid from your hips to cup your ass gently, palms warm and firm, guiding you without forcing while his thumbs traced soothing circles over your skin, pulling you closer into the intimate dance.
The rhythm of your hips against his hardened cock built steadily, the dry friction through your clothes creating an insistent pressure that coiled tighter in your core with each pass. It started as a warm tingle, familiar from your solitary explorations but amplified now.
As you ground down harder, chasing that spot, the sensation swelled, overwhelming in its intensity with waves of heat radiating from your pussy, making your thighs tremble and your breaths come in short, desperate gasps. You felt full, almost too much for what this really was, the bulge of him rubbing right against your clit, sending sparks that blurred the edges of your vision.
It crescendoed relentlessly, pleasure stacking upon itself until you teetered on the brink, your body arching involuntarily with a soft cry escaping as an almost-orgasm gripped you, leaving you panting and flushed with every nerve alight.
Steve sensed it, groans mingling with yours. His own arousal strained against the confines of his jeans as the heat of him throbbed beneath you.
With a gentle but firm motion, he flipped you both around, maneuvering you toward the pillows at the head of the bed, back sinking into the soft cushions as he hovered above with his weight supported on his elbows and insistent eyes locked on yours with a mix of tenderness and hunger.
He leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep kiss then trailed his mouth to your cheeks, peppering them with light presses before moving to your jaw, nipping softly at the angle and down to your collarbones, where he lingered, sucking gently at the skin, drawing out shivers from you.
You breathed heavily beneath him, chest heaving from the impending release, your body still humming with unspent energy. Blindly, your hand fumbled toward your bedside drawer, fingers knocking over a hairbrush, a notebook as frustration bubbled while you searched.
Finally, they closed around the small golden foil packet of a condom, tucked away from that awkward visit your mom had insisted on. You pulled it free and held it up to him, the crinkle of the wrapper loud in the quiet room. Steve's eyes widened slightly, a question forming on his lips but you cut it off with a breathless explanation.
“Thanks the skies for that lady at Planned Parenthood," you said, the words tumbling out as you recalled the stern but kind woman who'd handed you the samples after your mom's forced gynecologist appointment, her no-nonsense advice about protection echoing in your mind.
His expression softened into a smile and you dove back into kissing, lips moving hungrily now as hands roamed. You tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal the toned planes of his chest, dusted with hair that you traced with your fingertips.
He helped you out of yours carefully then worked on your pants, sliding them down along with your underwear in one smooth motion, his touch gentle. Soon, you were both bare, skin heated and flushed where it pressed together.
You watched, heart pounding as he tore open the condom packet and rolled it onto his hardened cock. He was big, thicker and longer than you'd imagined from the outline earlier and the many times before that when you couldn’t keep your eyes from wandering. The mere sight sent a flicker of apprehension through you, paired with a growing tightness in your stomach but you didn't pull away, instead, you reached for him, fingers brushing his arm in silent reassurance.
Steve paused, searching your face. “It doesn't have to happen tonight, okay? Think of it as a precaution.” he murmured reassuringly, thumb stroking your cheek. “We go at your pace.”
The words eased the knot inside you and you nodded, pulling him closer. He settled between your legs, his condom-sheathed dick grazing your inner thighs, its velvety hardness sliding against the sensitive skin while teasing higher until it brushed your folds. The contact made you wetter, slickness gathering as arousal renewed, pussy aching for more.
Kisses resumed then, slow and exploratory. Tongues tangling until the earlier nerves melted away, everything feeling natural again like you'd always been meant to fit this way.
Steve pulled back just enough to whisper, “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” you breathed, the word barely out before his hand drifted down, fingers parting your thighs wider. He found your clit with unerring accuracy, circling it gently at first, the direct pressure sending a jolt through you that made your hips buck.
You'd touched yourself before with weirdly scheduled tentative strokes in the dark that led nowhere, fizzling out into disappointment until you stopped altogether, convinced something was wrong with you, that you were broken in a way that left you numb but this…Steve's fingers, callused yet careful rubbing in firm, steady strokes ignited everything.
Pleasure bloomed sharply, your clit swelling under his touch as each pass built that overwhelming heat again. You shuddered, moans spilling freely while the attraction crackled between you like static, his attentiveness drawing out responses you'd never known you had. It was compatibility in motion, his rhythm syncing with your gasps, learning your body as if it were a map he was eager to memorize.
He watched your reactions, adjusting the pressure, dipping lower to spread your wetness and coat his fingers before returning to your clit with slicker glides. The erotic pull was magnetic and it caused your nipples to harden against his chest, his cock twitching against your thigh as both of you got lost in the shared discovery. Once you were drenched, pussy clenching with need, he pressed one finger at your entrance, pausing for your nod. Then carefully, he slipped it inside.
The stretch was unfamiliar but welcome, curling gently to stroke your inner walls as his thumb continued its work on your clit.
Steve's finger moved inside you with calculated strokes, curling against that sensitive spot deep within while his thumb maintained its relentless circles on your clit. The dual sensation built an unbearable pressure, your body responding with slick gushes that coated his hand, making every glide smoother and wetter. Your eyes fluttered, starting to close as the pleasure overtook you and moans spilled from your lips without restraint in raw, uncontrolled sounds that echoed your surrender. You felt drenched, your pussy pulsing around his intrusion and unabashedly ready for more.
Steve added a second finger then, pressing them together at your entrance. The stretch came with a soft and wet squelch, the sound obscene in the quiet room like your arousal announcing itself. It felt fuller now, a delicious burn that bordered on too much with both fingers being thicker than anything you could’ve imagined, scissoring gently to open you up. The friction against your walls sent fresh waves of heat surging through you, your inner muscles clenching instinctively to pull him deeper. Your nipples pebbled hard, aching peaks brushing against his chest with each heaving breath, drawing his gaze downward in fascination.
He couldn't look away, entranced by the sight of you unraveling in a desperate arch of your back. His eyes darkened, fixed on every twitch and gasp, as if memorizing the map of your ecstasy. The intensity soon peaked, your hand flying to grab his arm, nails digging in as an orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy spasmed around his fingers, clenching in rhythmic pulses. A flood of warmth releasing as you cried out, body shaking and face contorting through the release that left you boneless and breathless.
Once the tremors faded, Steve withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips for a quick taste before leaning down to kiss you. Your mouths met lazily at first then deeper, tongues exploring in unhurried strokes that mirrored the afterglow. You lingered there, wrapped in each other until the need reignited, a silent agreement passing between you to take the next step.
“Are you sure?” he whispered against your lips and you nodded, guiding his hips closer. He positioned himself, the thick head of his cock nudging your entrance still slick from your climax.
It felt natural, more than you believed it could. The broad tip parted your folds with ease, sending a spark of pleasure that made you sigh in relief but as he pushed forward, resistance met him with a tight barrier that made you tense from a sharp and insistent stretch.
Steve paused immediately, eyes locked on yours searching for any sign of distress.
“Easy,” he murmured, rocking his hips in shallow nudges, working the head past that initial give with infinite care. Inch by inch he eased in, his free hand stroking your thigh soothingly all the way.
“Holy shit,” You whimpered and gasped when the resistance finally yielded. The sudden fullness was overwhelming with a mix of burn and pressure that bordered on pain but carried an undercurrent of promise of something sweeter.
He was gentle, freezing until you adjusted then glancing down to where his cock disappeared into your pussy to check, the sight making him swallow hard. His fingers found your clit again rubbing in firm, teasing circles that distracted from the intrusion, coaxing your body to relax. Your walls fluttered around just the head of him, loosening gradually from stimulation as the slick heat eased his way. Steve groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest.
“That's it, breathe,” he encouraged, voice rough with restraint. “I'm not gonna get any smaller.”
You held his gaze, focusing on the deep brown of his eyes, drawing strength from the tenderness there. Inhaling deeply, you willed your body to yield, exhaling as he inched deeper.
The slide was slow and measured until he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours as he finally filled you completely. It was your first time, your virginity claimed in that profound moment, and the overwhelm hit you all at once, tears welling in your eyes from the intensity as the emotional weight crashed alongside the physical.
“Hey, you okay? We can still stop now,” Steve asked softly while reminding you of it, thumb brushing away a stray tear while his body was still as stone to let you acclimate.
“Yeah…Yeah, I know,” you assured him, voice thick with emotion but steady, pulling him down for a kiss to prove it. “It’s just... a lot but good. I’m okay, you can keep going.”
He started moving soon after with shallow thrusts that tested the waters, his pace unhurried and attentive. At first, the friction stung with a lingering ache but as he angled his hips just right, hitting deeper spots, the pain morphed into pleasure, warm and soon blooming waves that radiated from your core.
You forgot the fears that had gnawed at you these past days and the uncertainties of what came next, letting the new sensations drown them out with the drag of his cock along your walls, the slap of skin growing wetter with each pass and the way your clit throbbed against his pubic bone.
Your hands clutched at Steve's back, nails scraping lightly as he fucked you gently, building a rhythm that synced your breaths. His mouth found your neck, sucking marks into the skin while one hand cupped your breast, thumb flicking your nipple in time with his thrusts.
The rhythm between you deepened with steady thrusts, each one driving his cock deeper into your pussy with a wet, rhythmic slap that filled the room. Moans escaped your lips in soft, breathy bursts, mingling with his low groans as sounds that vibrated against your skin.
Your kisses quickly turned shaky, lips brushing in frantic and uneven presses that grew sloppier as the pleasure mounted. Tongues tangled briefly before pulling back, too distracted by the building heat to maintain the connection. Steve's hips rolled forward, pulling out almost to the tip before plunging back in, the drag of his thick cock along your walls sending sparks of friction that bordered on too much.
The way your pussy stretched around him on every entry, clenching greedily as he withdrew, only to be filled again with that insistent pressure felt like fire and silk combined. Each thrust stretched you wider, the fullness pressing against every nerve, making your clit throb against the base of his cock with every grind.
The overwhelm of it all hit you both at once. Your kisses dissolved into gasps and nips at each other's lips as your bodies grew too consumed to coordinate anything more no matter how hard you tried. Steve's pace quickened just a fraction, his groans turning ragged, breaths coming in sharp pants against your ear. You soon felt him swelling inside you, the subtle thickening that signaled he was close and your own climax coiled tighter in a knot of heat in your core ready to snap.
He was almost there, teetering on the edge, so with a final, deep thrust, he buried himself fully, hips grinding hard to seat every inch. That extra depth sparked a sharp twinge, a fleeting 'pain' that twisted into pure ecstasy, pushing you over the same edge.
Your pussy clamped down around him in violent spasms, orgasm ripping through you like a wave, walls failing to milk his covered cock as you cried out, body arching off the bed.
The intensity of it pulled him with you. Steve groaned your name, thrusting once more as he came, hot pulses filling the condom deep inside. Your releases synced in near-perfect timing, waves of pleasure crashing together, leaving you both trembling.
Spent, Steve collapsed forward, catching his weight on his forearms to avoid crushing you, his body a warm and heavy blanket over yours. He nuzzled into your neck, breaths evening out as you both basked in the aftershocks, hearts pounding in unison.
As the fuzz in his mind began clearing, his thoughts stayed fixed entirely on you, not on how he would explain to the people waiting for his return why a simple soda run had taken more than half an hour, and certainly not on the way he would probably have to avoid meeting Dustin’s eyes for a while. The world might have been ending but for now, all either of you could do was let yourselves believe in normalcy a little longer, even if it was only borrowed time.
A/n: Hi guys!!! I’m starting to dip my toes into other fandoms I really enjoy, so let me know if you’d like to see more from this universe in the future. If the vibes are right, I’ll happily keep exploring 👀
I’m also in the brainstorming phase for a few other characters (Bucky Barnes, Joel Miller… you get the idea) As you can see, I like to start strong, so smut will absolutely be first. Stay tuned!
author’s notes - for @eddiemunsonssslut because last time i dedicated a steve fic to her… well… yeah lmao. ilysm girliepops 💕 this is pretty dialogue-heavy.
note to self - careful bestie, your newfound love for steve is showing
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Angel kisses; so sweet that they were usually given to you to wake you up in the morning, to show fondness and the unconditional love your boyfriend had for you. Quick, calming kisses had been sprinkled on your eyelids and peppered on your forehead, temples, cheeks and the tip of your nose upon you returning to reality from your slumber, the beautiful image of your boyfriend pulling away from you.
His half-lidded eyes fluttered, smiling as he saw you waking up, pressing his lips to yours. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
God, his morning voice had sent little tingles all over your body, as did his wandering hands that from even the smallest of touches could ignite a flame large enough in your stomach to cause a forest fire.
Describing the way Steve kisses in one word would be; Euphoric. So excruciatingly gentle and slow, his hands trailing down your sides to hold you by the hips as he pulled you into his lap. He hummed into your mouth as you shifted in his lap, making yourself more comfortable, his hand almost shooting up to hold your cheek, but he slowed down his movements so he wouldn’t hurt you.
“Stevie,” you whispered, chuckling under your breath as his kisses left your lips and travelled to your jawline. “We might wake the kids.”
He let out an exaggerated sigh, playfully rolling his eyes as he gently pushed you down, your back laying against the cool, crisp sheets. He hovered over you for a moment, before propping himself up with one of his elbows, his skin against yours, sending butterflies straight to your stomach.
“Dustin sleeps like a log,” he explained. “Mike’s out with Will. El and Max have gone to the mall, Lucas is probably at the mall too looking for an ‘I’m sorry’ present to give to Max after their… what… millionth breakup? Eddie’s practising with Corroded Coffin to impress Chrissy, Nance is out of town with Jonathan and Argyle and Robin’s with them… We'll be fine, baby. We’re just kissing.”
Just kissing. Right. Just kissing Steve Harrington.
Steve.
The best mom ever.
Harrington.
“And what about Erica?” You asked, the image of her fake throwing up in your mind.
“She’ll call us disgusting nerds, nothing new. Besides, didn’t she make all of her Barbie’s kiss? And nothing is worse than what she told me she found under Lucas’ bed.”
“She told you? What did you have to do to make you tell her? Tell me!”
“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. No can do. She’ll spill all of my secrets.”
“We don’t keep secrets, Steve.” You pouted.
“Well… There's one I have to keep from you, but I’ll tell you when the time is right. I promise.”
“That’s enough convincing,” you giggled, leaning into his touch as he caressed the side of your face with his knuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
He smiles lovingly down at you, rubbing his nose against yours in an eskimo kiss.
“You’re adorable, Steve Harrington.”
“You’re even more adorable, Y/N Harrington— I mean… Um…” he chuckled nervously, fiddling with something small in the pocket on his jeans. “Forget I said anything.”
”Y/N Harrington has a nice ring to it,” you said, smiling, pulling him into your arms, hearing something drop to the ground and clatter.
And then you saw the little silver ring rolling across the floor.
I love that as a fandom we just all collectively decided that Steve Harrington was an ABBA Stan - there was no discussion, just :
“Steve Harrington? Massive ABBA fan, plays them all the time. Has 12 different mixtapes of just ABBA songs. He has a VHS recording of the 1974 Eurovision Song Contest and a copy of the 1977 mockumentary “ABBA: The Movie”. He cried in 1980 when Agnetha & Björn finalised their divorced and again in 1981 when Anni-Frid & Benny did the same. He will lecture you if you forget the album “The Visitors”. He cried again when they announced the stage musical of Mamma Mia and absolutely used his “famous rockstar boyfriend/husband privileges” to get them invited to the movie premiere of the musical.”
We didn’t talk about this, we just decided that that was a fact and honestly, I love our collective braincell.
