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dustin's sister - s. h.

(Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader)

Summary: You’re back from summer camp, and Steve doesn’t care if your brother is in the room next door. He needs you now.

Word count: 5.5 k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. SMUT (p in v sex, unprotected, kinda sub!Steve, bit of choking, spitting, sweet and loving tbh), fluff, established but secret relationship, insecure and jealous steve, he is obsessed with you (as he should).

It all started with the Dart and the demodogs events right after Halloween. You were supposed to work on your college essays, even though the due date was in January. Yet one day, the loud noises in your backyard piqued your curiosity, and before you knew it, you were helping your brother and his friends... which apparently now included Steve “The Idiot” Harrington.

It was known at your school how much you disliked each other since freshman year, when he got the principal to move the basketball game to the same day as your winter play. You had been working on it for months, but no one attended because they were too busy watching Harrington score and take the school’s team to the finals.

Maybe he had no bad intentions, but you didn’t care. After that, to you he was nothing more than a brainless jock who only cared about sports and sex.

But everything changed the night you saw him bravely defend your brother and his little friends from the demodogs. You could blame it on your fatherless trauma or your teenager hormones, but watching him being so protective and caring of Dustin made you want to jump his bones.

Steve enjoyed flirting with you just to rile you up; he was aware that you loathed him. So it shocked him when you kissed him in his car after dropping Dustin at the Snow Ball Dance. It had been a Christmas miracle he had been more than grateful to accept.

From secret hookups at his car, at the school’s bathrooms, or at his always empty house, you evolved to long conversations, genuine laughter, and tender caresses in the dark. You both had promised yourselves you wouldn’t fall, but it had been inevitable.

On Valentine’s Day, he made it official by taking you to the beach and asking you to be his girlfriend under the stars. While you were getting fucked at his parents’ expensive beach house, your mother and brother thought you were having your usual sleepovers with Robin, your drama club friend.

You hated lying to your family and friends, but it made things less complicated. Steve loathed the idea of Dustin thinking he had only gotten close to him, becoming almost like a brotherly figure, to get in his sister’s pants.

Steve and you wanted things to stay the same, even when a million changes were happening inside your heads and hearts. Whenever he was hanging out with Dustin, he would almost slip out a comment about you, then quickly cover it up with a cough and a change of topic.

Everything was marching well, and no one was suspecting anything at all. As the school year came to an end, graduation and your departure to college were looming close.

Deeply in love, Steve applied to NYU too. He was ready to leave Hawkins and be by your side in New York for the next five years... but he got rejected.

“Baby, it’s okay. I’ll be back on Christmas break, spring break, every time…” you tried to reassure him.

“It’s not the same,” Steve whined.

He cried in his car for almost an hour with you holding him against your chest while soothing his back. “We’ll talk on the phone every day, babe, I promise.”

After the sadness had passed, Steve started making plans for the summer, determined to spend every second with you.

However, everything was ruined when your mother forced you to work as a counselor at Dustin’s science summer camp, Camp Know Where.

“It’ll be just a month, Steve.”

“I’m gonna kill myself in front of your mom.”

“Steve! That’s not funny.”

“I’ll sign as a counselor too then.”

“I tried, but they already closed the list. I’m sorry, baby.”

Bored without Dustin or you, Steve felt like he had no summer goal or motivation. He therefore applied to every store at the new Hawkins mall until he was hired.

When he saw the outfit he was supposed to wear, he wished he had stayed at his house staring at the ceiling for the whole month.

At least he had Robin Buckley as a fellow tortured teenager—also known as ‘coworker’—at Scoops Ahoy. She was the only one who knew about your relationship since she had to pretend you were with her rather than at Steve's whenever your mother called.

Thanks to that, he had the freedom to whine about how much he was missing you all the time. Robin was the least supportive person ever, of course; she just teased and made fun of him, but at least it was refreshing being able to express his feelings about you with someone.

Steve marked on his calendar the day you were supposed to be back from camp. Talking on the phone was forbidden over there, so he relied on the letters you wrote him. Robin gifted him a ceramic box to keep them all, and he’d sometimes reread them on his bed before and after work.

Even though you had fallen for him first, it was clear Steve had fallen harder. He knew he was absurdly smitten and looked very pathetic, especially to dumb people like Robin. But his love for you was too strong to care about her opinion.

He felt like no one else would understand him. No one would comprehend that in less than six months he had realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

Finally, Dustin and you were back on a Sunday night. Steve was supposed to pick you up down the street, away from Dustin’s nosy eyes, tomorrow before his shift. He said he had planned a surprise... which you hoped included lots of sex.

Your mom and Dustin had fallen asleep hours before, but a single glance at your disorganized room had agitated you enough to want it cleaned before dawn. You’d taken a long, hot shower and begun the complicated task of cleaning your room. It was almost midnight, and you were too tired to change out of your towel.

Pop music was humming at a low volume from your radio as you rearranged your books in alphabetical order, a pet peeve you had.

TAP TAP TAP

You were too focused on your books to hear the tapping on your window. The song had changed to an ABBA one, causing you to groove and sing, “Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight.”

Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth while another held your hip. You felt your heart accelerate and your stomach drop at the feeling of a body pressing against yours.

That was it. You were about to die tonight.

You screamed against the hand and tried to free yourself.

“Shh, it's me! It's me!” Steve whispered urgently.

Color came back to your face. You pushed him off and glared at him. “What the fuck? I almost had a heart attack.”

But, wow, he looked incredibly handsome in a red polo shirt and jeans, his hair standing perfect with just a messy strand falling over his forehead, and his brown eyes staring at you as if you were holding the moon.

Steve was admiring you too, specifically the simple towel around your body. His hands remained on your hips as he explained, “I’m sorry for scaring you, baby. But I’ve been knocking on your window for the past fifteen minutes. I didn’t want to knock harder and wake up the entire house.”

That brought you back to reality. You had never ever met at your house, given that Dustin’s room was next to yours.

You paled and covered his mouth. “Steve, this is too risky. You shouldn't be here!”

He kissed your hand and gently pushed it away. “I had to see you. I've missed you so much.”

You smiled, falling instantly, and hugged him. You nuzzled your face on his chest before inhaling hard. He was wearing the perfume you had gifted him.

Steve chuckled as he caressed and kissed her hair. “Thank goodness, you’re back. My right wrist was starting to ache.”

Your jaw dropped, and you pulled back to gape at him. “Wow. You’re such a pig. What happened with ‘I cry so hard when I’m without you’ and all the corny things you wrote?”

Steve’s cheeks turned red. “That’s also true, and I could talk for ten hours about how much I’ve missed you, but…” His eyes dropped back to your towel-covered body. “Is that the solar system?”

You smiled and twirled so he could see the rest of the planets on your themed towel. “Cool, right?”

He snorted. “Yeah, but you’d look so much better without it, babe.” His hands lowered to squeeze your ass and pull you impossibly closer.

You pressed your hands in his chest and moved your face to the side. “Steve, this isn’t a good idea. Can’t you wait until tomorrow?”

Steve kissed your temple as he murmured, “Babe, I’ve been hard all day just from thinking about touching you again… I don’t think I can control myself now.”

You smirked but tried to be firm as you avoided his kisses. “What if someone hears us?”

Steve pouted. “I’ll be quiet.”

“You know I can’t be,” you whispered nervously. “It’s too difficult.”

“I’ll cover your mouth.” He placed his hand over your lips. “You can bite it. I don’t mind.”

You jokingly licked it before pushing it away. It had been almost six months of being extremely careful about hiding your relationship. But after four weeks of no heat, no kisses, no breathy grunts on your ear while he pounded into you from behind…

Fuck it.

“Sit down on the bed.”

Steve almost ran as he obeyed. His hands fidgeted with the sheets. You bit back a chuckle at his eagerness. He had the charm of making every time like the first one, always shaking from excitement.

You turned around and shook your ass playfully. Steve chuckled, then pinched a cheek. “Wanna see what’s behind Mars.”

“Steve!” you squealed as he suddenly ripped off your towel; the AC’s cold air made you shiver.

Steve’s darkened eyes traveled up and down your body. “So beautiful. Like a painting.”

You snorted and did a goofy pose. He rolled his eyes but smirked. “Twirl. Let me see what I’ve dreamed of all these nights.”

“Like a microwaved chicken?” you joked but ended up attending to his petition.

He sighed deeply and adjusted himself in his jeans. “Fuck, sweetheart. Sometimes I feel like you aren’t real. You should be at a beauty pageant, not tolerating me.”

“That’s so true,” you teased, posing again.

A lightbulb turned on in Steve’s head. “D’you still have that Polaroid cam?”

You crossed your arms, covering your breasts much to Steve’s dismay. “Not happening.”

“Princess, please,” he whined. “I ruined the last one two weeks ago.”

“What? You had five!”

He unbuckled his belt. “I accidentally finished on them. Oh, and I’ll also need more of your thongs.” He shoved down his jeans and underwear with his eyes glued to your body.

There was no way… “Steve, you have like six of them”

“I ruined them too, baby,” he whined and reached for your hips to pull you close. He kissed your stomach. “You’re so soft.”

You grasped his hair and pulled him off you, making him pout. “No touching for now. You can’t just ruin my stuff with no consequence.”

Steve whined dramatically. “Be mean tomorrow, please. I need you so badly right now.”

And by the precum around his painfully hard cock, you could tell he wasn’t lying. You were desperately horny too, but you loved teasing him.

You uncrossed your arms. “Take it all off and touch yourself the way you’ve done it these past days.”

He rolled his eyes and reluctantly complied. His discarded clothing and shoes landed next to your bed. His hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it slowly. He sighed shakily as his gaze swept across your body, lingering on your lips and breasts.

“Tell me what you imagined. All of it.”

Steve licked his lips and murmured, “Your lips… how good they feel around me. How deep you take me,” he moaned but quickly bit his lip. “Will you suck me off today, princess? P-please…”

“I don’t know if I want to,” you lied. You wanted to blow him off until your jaw ached and his cum choked you. “Do you think you deserve it?”

He looked at you with pleading eyes. “Y-yes. No. I—”

“Didn’t I ask you to tell me something?”

Steve gulped, ashamed, and nodded. “I’m sorry. You’re right. As always, baby.” His hand was loose around his cock while he stroked it slowly, afraid of coming too soon. “I’d remember your moans when you ride me… Or when I’m fucking you from behind. Fuck, you are noisy when I do that.”

Rolling your eyes, your cheeks turned pink, but you didn’t interrupt him.

“I’d remember your ass and I’d get hard in an instant, baby. It was so difficult at work. I had to hide in the bathroom. Don’t tell Robin.”

You couldn’t contain your chuckle. “She’d kick you out.”

He smiled, proud that he made you laugh. “Yeah, I knew that could happen, but I didn’t care. Sometimes I’d imagine you going for a swim at that fucking camp… with that tiny red bikini I told you to not wear without me around…”

Oh, you remembered that. You had bought it at a sex store just to rile him up, and it had worked a bit too much. You lied that you would take it to your beach trip and he almost ripped it in two.

“I imagined those idiots looking at what’s mine,” he murmured with a frown. “Did they try to hit on you?”

You shrugged. “Of course.”

His free hand turned into a fist around your sheets. “Did they try to touch you?”

You scoffed, “Obviously, who wouldn’t?”

His hand stopped. In a flash, Steve stood up and grasped your face. He muttered against your lips, “Tell me you’re joking, Y/N. I’m not fucking kidding.”

Oh, you loved riling him up like this. You looked at him with feigned innocence. “I told them I have a boyfriend.” He sighed, relieved. “But they didn’t care.”

His eyes turned darker. He dropped his hold to pass his hands through his hair as he paced around the room, panting nervously. His insecure mind conjured a hundred of fake scenarios of men’s hands roaming your body, taking you on the lake, the bunk beds, the showers…

Well, you felt a bit bad at his reaction. You caressed his arm. “I’m joking, honey.”

“I don’t like when you do that,” he mumbled, sitting down again. “I’ve told you before, Y/N. It’s not funny at all.”

“I’m sorry.” You knelt down between his legs and kissed his hand. “All the boys were annoying, cocky, ugly nerds. And I only have eyes for one handsome, cock-y man.” You slapped his dick gently and smirked

Steve sighed and patted your cheek. “Stick to your studies, baby. Comedy isn’t your strongest forte.”

You giggled. “Okay, that joke was horrible. But I make good ones sometimes!”

“Whatever you say, baby.” His thumb caressed your bottom lip as lust overcame his senses again. “You’re only mine, right?”

The insecurity in his voice made you feel like shit. No boy had tried to talk to you at camp. They were all so nervous around your confident, hot self. So out of place for them. And you hadn’t even noticed if they had stared at you. Your mind had been on Steve all the time.

You had to remind your man that you wanted no one else.

Your nails tauntingly ghosted from his knees to his upper thighs. Steve shuddered and his cock twitched.

“I also touched myself a lot thinking about you,” you admitted. “I used to smell your sweatshirt while I fingered myself.”

He moaned. “The green one?”

“Yeah, the Tigers one I stole from your closet,” you smirked as your hands squeezed his cock. He whined before you suddenly pulled away, stood up, and straddled him. “Touch yourself while I talk.”

His hand flew to grasp himself; his eyes dropped to your breasts. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry,” he instinctively said.

Your hands clutched his shoulders. “I’d pictured the last day before I left. When we were on your bed and I sat on your face. D’you remember it?”

He nodded quickly. “I made you come five times with just my tongue.”

You tapped his nose. “Mhm. Such a good boy…”

He whimpered and sped up his hand. “Just wanna please you, baby.”

“I’d remember your big hands grabbing me, moving me around… shoving my head into your pillow while you fucked me hard…” you whispered. “’Twas a great night.”

“It was amazing,” he mumbled. He stopped to tease his tip before stroking slowly again. “I would do anything for you, princess.”

“Yeah? Anything to please me?” you smirked, enjoying how he was slowly turning to the submission mindset you liked.

He nodded without hesitation. “I love you so much. Only think about you all day. Need you… All the fucking time,” he whined and closed his eyes as he remembered that last night. Fuck, he had to calm down or he would finish in a few seconds.

His shaky, eager state was impressive, taking into consideration that you weren’t even touching or kissing him.

“Are you obsessed with me, Steve?” you teased.

He gave another firm nod. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Please, let me touch you…”

You sighed, pretending you weren’t just as desperate. “Fine, you can take control.”

Steve’s hands flew to your hips and his lips crashed into yours frantically. He turned you until you were on your back with him hovering over you.

“Prettiest… My girl… Only mine,” he kept murmuring sweet things as his kisses lowered to your jaw, down to your neck, until they reached your breasts.

He looked up at you for permission before diving into one of your nipples, sucking excitedly. His tongue circling around it made you moan a bit too loudly. Steve quickly covered your mouth with his hand, not stopping as he switched to your other nipple.

His hips were rubbing against the mattress, pathetically searching for any kind of friction. His desperation was pulling your heartstrings. Maybe you could be nice for once.

You pushed his hand down to your neck when you were sure you could control yourself. “Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good,” you whispered. “Always so good for me, yeah?”

His hand grasped your neck with the exact amount of pressure you wanted. He pulled back after kissing the soft valley between your breasts. “Only for you, princess.”

And because you knew how much he enjoyed it, you pulled his hair hard. “You didn’t flirt with any other girls while I was gone.”

His eyes went wide as he shook his head fervently. “No, never. They are nothing compared to you.”

You knew he wasn’t lying, but you kept playing. “So if I ask Robin, she’ll tell me that you behaved.”

“Yes, call her right now if you want, baby.” Steve kissed your breasts one last time before going up to your lips. “I’d rather cut my arm off than look at another girl. I have the perfect one in my arms.”

Your smirk turned into a loving smile at his words. You caressed his chest and whispered genuinely, “I missed you so much, Stevie.”

His hands lowered to rub your hips as your legs wrapped around him. “I don’t wanna spend another day without you by my side…”

Words vanished from your lips as Steve pushed in delicately. You bit your lip hard to quiet down your moans, only nodding to assure him he could move deeper.

“You were made for me,” he whispered breathlessly when he sank fully inside you. “Only for me, baby. Say it.”

Your arched back and nails marking him apparently weren’t answer enough. “I’m yours, Steve.”

Those simple words were enough to make him move, pulling all the way back before thrusting deeply. You whined softly, keeping your sounds just to his ears. He had promised he would cover them, but he needed to hear you after an entire month of silence.

“You fill me so good,” you moaned against his lips. “Missed you inside me.”

Steve had imagined your reunion sex a hundred times. He would picture you riding him on his car, or sucking him off as he drove you to a beautiful picnic, or fucking you against a wall of the first private place he would find.

But right now, as your glassy eyes looked at him tenderly, your shaky hands grasped his shoulders, and your parted lips grazed his with every thrust… he just wanted to lose himself into you by making love in a passionate, slow way. Just two lovers surrendering to the love their hearts couldn’t contain.

“Yeah?” he whispered before kissing you gently. “I love you.”

But you were brought out of the moment when you realized… your bed was thumping against the wall with each thrust. “Steve…”

He seemed to read your mind and seized his movements. “Fuck.”

You sat up nervously and grabbed two of your pillows to place them between the headboard and the wall. “Okay, that should work.” You returned to your spot beneath him and kissed his cheek. “Keep going.”

But Steve was frowning and glaring at you. “How do you know that? Have you brought any other boys here before me?”

You rolled your eyes, regretting your instinctive actions. “No, I haven’t.”

He huffed and shook his head. “Then how do you know that, Y/N? I’m serious—”

With a harsh hold on the nape of his neck, you brought him down to a messy, open-mouthed kiss that made him forget everything. Steve pulled your hips closer and drove into you again.

He raised your legs to his shoulders and pressed closer until they almost reached your chest, knowing how much it turned you on to be bent to your limits. His pace accelerated slightly, each thrust harder than the last.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned. “Steve, you’re so deep. Feels great, babe.”

You bit your lip hard when he hit your g-spot, blurring your vision for a second. Just like Steve, you enjoyed rough sex against any surface available. But nothing could compare to making love on your own bed after a month of no romance.

He kissed your forehead and whispered, “I love you.”

You were too entranced in how much his cock was filling you that you just whimpered in response. Maybe he was right; your pussy was made for him… or whatever he had said.

Fuck, the person you were a year ago would be devastated to learn how much Steve Harrington’s big dick could reduce you to an absurd mess. When he claimed you, all you could think about was how you couldn’t live without him deep inside you.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whimpered, lost in lust.

But he suddenly stopped. The fuzziness in your brain dispersed as you tried to decipher what was wrong.

Steve’s eyes resembled a kicked puppy’s. “Why didn’t you say it back?”

You frowned and mumbled, “W-what? D-don’t stop.”

“You didn’t say ‘I love you’ back,” he whispered in a trembling voice. “Are you okay? Have I done something wrong?”

Fuck, you had missed it completely. Since you started dating, Steve had always been open about his various insecurities due to his past relationship with Nancy Wheeler. One of them being the unresponded ‘I love you’s.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear it.” You kissed him all across his face. “I love you so much, baby.”

He seemed more calm after your reassuring words. “I know you do. I’m sorry for getting like this—”

“No, I get it.” You kissed his lips, making sure you poured all the yearning you had for him. “You were fucking me so good that I couldn’t think of anything else.”

He smirked and laid you down again. “Did I fuck you stupid?”

You rolled your eyes and muttered, “You know you do. C’mon. Keep going.”

He loved how bossy and dominant you attempted to be during sex, but with a few hard thrusts, he would have you at his mercy.

Steve placed one of your plushies beneath your hips, the new angle letting him pound into you faster and deeper. This time, he had to cover your mouth to avoid waking up the entire street.

“God, always so tight for me,” he grunted. “Gripping me so perfectly, baby. Made for me.”

Your eyes rolled back as you whimpered against his hand. The pleasure was unbearably overwhelming.

“I can feel you’re close.” He thrust roughly once to prove his point. “You’ll let me take home more panties, right, princess?”

Even though you had almost no underwear left, you nodded fervently. His right hand slithered down your body till it reached your clit. As he rubbed it, he looked down at his cock driving inside you and almost lost it.

“Baby… I’m not gonna last long,” he confessed and moved his thumb faster, making you squirm.

You lowered his hand from your mouth and whined, “It’s okay if—”

“No. Want you to come first.”

“But I don’t mind if—”

“Absolutely not,” he grunted.

Blame it on his ego, but he would never ever let himself finish before you. Your pleasure was his priority. He knew your body like the palm of his hand, and he knew exactly what turned you on.

Without slowing down his thrusts, he grasped your cheeks until your mouth opened and spat inside it. “Swallow.”

The way your pussy clenched around him almost made him lose his last bit of self-control. A few more seconds of Steve rubbing your clit tipped you over into release.

He had to press his hand against your mouth as you let out a brokenly loud moan. Your back arched, as if possessed, and your hands gripped the sheets to the point of almost tearing them apart.

Steve smirked and rooted into you harshly; the lovemaking out the window. “‘M not letting you go again, baby. Need you like this every night.”

And just as he was about to finish, a sudden realization dropped on him. Steve froze and looked at you with wide eyes. “I forgot the condom. You’re still on the pill?”

You chuckled and nodded. He was really thinking about that now?

He sighed relieved and kept going until his orgasm unraveled completely, filling you up with his cum. His thrusts slowed until he was sure every drop was inside you, then he collapsed next to you and quickly brought you into a hug.

“I’m glad you’re back,” he murmured while kissing your head.

You briefly looked down at your sprawled legs and the white liquid pouring out of you, drenching your sheets. But, fuck, you were too tired to care.

“I wouldn’t have minded,” Steve whispered.

“What?” you yawned.

“If you weren’t on the pill…” His hand caressed your belly. His softening cock almost twitched at the thought of you pregnant with his child. “I wouldn’t mind starting a family with you now.”

You snorted and turned around so he could cuddle you from behind. “Steve, we just turned eighteen.”

“I don’t care. I have a job now. I’d maintain you and our kid. You could move into my house since my parents are never there anyway,” he rambled softly in your ear.

“What about college?” you whispered.

“We would go with you to New York. I’d get a job and take care of our baby while you study,” he continued. “Then, I’d become a millionaire to maintain you, the most powerful businesswoman in the country, and our six kids.”

“Six?” you chuckled, more asleep than conscious. “Mhm… great idea.”

It wasn’t the first time he had dreamed awake of having the whole combo with you. Steve wanted to marry you, buy a mansion on the countryside and have a big family full of kids with your eyes, your smile, your wit…

“Good night,” he whispered, even though you had already dozed off.

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Next morning...

Dustin couldn’t wait to see his friends again. He would show them everything he made at camp and tell them about his beautiful girlfriend.

He only needed a hat he was sure he had stashed in one of your bags.

It was almost nine o’clock in the morning, so if Dustin accidentally woke you up, it would be your fault. He walked into your room carelessly, used to giving you no privacy.

“Good morning, dumb—” His words were cut short by the sight of your cluttered room. The amount of clothes scattered around the floor made it seem like a minefield. “Fucking hell, Y/N, do you know the concept of decency?”

The air conditioner was set at its highest volume, so you were covered from head to toe by the sheets. He walked towards the bed, smiling devilishly, and took off the duvet.

Dustin’s high-pitched scream probably woke up half the neighbourhood.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Steve and you sat up in a flash, looking around confused and half-asleep. Thankfully, you had put on an old hoodie and some shorts in the middle of the night, but your boyfriend…

Dustin covered his eyes and turned around. His hands reached for anything until he grabbed a bottle of water. He swung it around in the direction of the bed. “I’LL KILL YOU, HARRINGTON!”

His hits were practically missing Steve, but it didn’t lower the fear inside both of you. Steve jumped off the bed and got dressed hurriedly.

“Henderson, let me explain,” he tried. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looked like you were fucking my sister under my own roof!” Dustin replied, finally glaring at Steve with nothing but fury. He raised the water bottle and threw it at his head. “Come here, you son of a bitch!”

Steve moved out of the way. “Calm down! I won’t fight with you.”

“Well, I will!” Dustin tackled him to the ground.

You gasped and quickly rushed to pull your brother off your boyfriend. “Dustin, stop! What the hell are you doing?”

“Murdering him!” Dustin had picked up the water bottle and was hitting Steve with it.

“Henderson, just listen!” Steve was trying to cover his face from the attacks. “I love her. This isn’t just a hookup, I swear!”

Dustin’s arm froze right before another hit. You took advantage of his stillness and pulled him off Steve.

They both stood up, looking at each other breathlessly. You quickly placed yourself between them.

Still panting, Steve said, “I know I have a bad reputation, but I love your sister more than anything in my life.”

“Dust, you know me. I’m not stupid. I genuinely love him,” you said firmly. “And I have for the last six months.”

Dustin took a step back, flinching from your words. “You’ve been hiding it from me all this time?”

Steve placed an arm around you as he moved to stand at your side. “I asked her to. I was afraid that you would think I just befriended you to get to her.”

You gulped and stepped closer to your brother. “But he didn’t, Dust. I swear I started it. I kissed him.”

Dustin looked to the ground quietly, then at you two. “I know I have… almost no patience. I’m impulsive and—”

“Hot-headed,” Steve completed as he rubbed the place where Dustin had hit him. You glared at him, making him add, “Uhm, not the moment. Sorry.”

Your brother ignored him and kept talking. “And, as much as I hate to admit it, you two are a good match, but… I wish I hadn’t found out like this.”

“You’re right,” you quickly replied. “I’m sorry.”

Your bond with your brother… the trust, the love and the care between you was the most important thing in your life. And for a second, you almost lost it for a boy.

“However…” Dustin continued. A small smirk spread across his face. “If one of you hurts the other, I’ll kill you both.”

His teasing tone was a sign that he wasn’t completely mad anymore. Your souls came back to your bodies.

You pulled away from Steve and hugged Dustin. “I’m sorry.”

He grimaced and pushed you off. “Ew! You probably haven’t showered after… it.”

Steve’s cheeks turned red and he stammered, “We didn’t—”

“I’m not an idiot, I heard odd sounds last night, but I thought it was street cat,” Dustin muttered, glaring with disgust. “I’m happy you two found your other halves or whatever, but don’t fuck in my house. Ever again. Or I will snitch with mom.”

You rolled your eyes but nodded. Steve said, “Never again. We promise.”

Dustin walked past you and slammed the door shut, bringing the quietness back.

Steve sighed deeply and dropped his head on your shoulder. “I think I peed a bit.”

“Ew!” You chuckled and pushed him off you. “That was… less bad than I imagined.”

He reached for you, ignoring your protests, and kissed you softly. “Now I can do that whenever I want.”

Right when you were about to reply, a startling yell came from the other side of the door, “And use protection! I’m not ready to be an uncle!”

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a/n: happy holidays! a gift in honor of vol. 2 day. hope our man doesn't die tho.

more steve here!