bopper? yes please - s. h.
(Steve Harrington x F!Reader)
Summary: Helping your old classmate with his damaged van gave you two rewards: a Bopper and a good fuck.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. SMUT (m!receiving and f!receiving oral, fingering, unprotected p in v sex —use condoms, guys—, dick riding, big d steve, sex in a van —does that count as public sex?—, the reader is great at sex, kinda jealous Steve), fluff at the end.
Tolerating Jonathan Byers after the crawl went to hell was already stressful enough for Steve. And now, because the universe was never on his side, the WSQK radio van had stopped working in the middle of the road. Perhaps it was the brakes or the battery, but it just wouldn’t start.
“C’mon, piece of shit.” Steve opened the hood harshly.
“It’s the battery.” Jonathan confirmed and sighed. “We need another car to power us up.”
“Genius idea, Byers, and where in the hell are we—?”
“Look!” Jonathan cut him off and pointed at a pair of approaching headlights.
They awkwardly waved their arms in the hopes that the driver wasn’t a serial killer.
The red van began to slow down and came to a stop next to them. The window rolled down to reveal you.
How come Steve had never seen you around Hawkins? He would definitely remember the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“Y/L/N?” Jonathan’s question brought him back to the present.
You smiled. “Byers? Harrington? Why are you hanging out in the middle of nowhere?”
Steve quickly gathered his thoughts and answered before Jonathan could. “We think our van’s battery is dead. Do you think you could help us?” He placed an arm on your window to lean closer. He gave you his signature smirk. “If it’s not too much trouble, of course.”
Jonathan gave him a weird look. But your smile grew wider as you nodded. “Sure! Let me park.”
The boys gave you space to place your van in front of theirs. Steve turned to Jonathan and muttered, “How do you know her?”
The Byers boy rolled his eyes. “Are you serious? Y/N Y/L/N doesn’t ring a bell in your empty head? She was in our class since kindergarten, idiot.”
Steve groaned as a memory came back to his mind. “Fuck. Nathan’s girl?”
He vaguely remembered you dating Nathan Smith, one of his basketball teammates, for almost the entirety of high school. Why were all of the pretty girls in town taken or uninterested in him?
You got out of your van, still smiling, and approached them with jumper cables. “Here you go.”
Steve discreetly pushed Jonathan aside to receive them. “Let me.” He opened your hood and started connecting everything.
“I thought you were in California,” you said to Jonathan.
“And I thought you were in New York,” he replied.
The two of you chuckled, making Steve glare at Jonathan. Couldn’t he be more annoying?
You cast nervous glances at both boys. Not that you disliked them, but you hadn't said much more than five words in high school.
“I was at New York, but I came back to see my family just before the quarantine started and…” You shrugged. “Now I’m trapped.”
Steve gave you a pitiful look as he rushed into the conversation. “That must suck. I’ve always wanted to study in New York.”
He received another confused stare from Jonathan, which you didn’t seem to notice as you replied, “Oh, it’s great! I never wanted to leave. And I hate Hawkins. It’s so boring.”
Steve snorted. Oh, if she knew… “So true.”
“How’s Nathan?” Jonathan asked, and Steve wanted to throw a car cable at him.
Your smile faltered, though. You placed your hands on your pockets. “I don’t know. We broke up right after graduation.”
Steve gasped but quickly covered it up with a cough. He had just finished connecting the jumper cables to both cars’ batteries.
“Alright, we have to wait some minutes and… yeah. Umm, Byers, you should stay inside the van in case someone tries to contact us.”
Jonathan appeared to have connected the dots, and he was eager to comply. A new girl in Steve’s life would mean he would leave Nancy alone…
He forced a smile. “You’re right. Thanks, Y/N.”
You frowned as Jonathan practically ran to the van. “No problem?” You glanced back at Steve, who was leaning against the open hood with a smirk. “Uhm… I didn’t know you two were friends.”
Steve scoffed. The simple idea of it was repulsive. “We aren’t.”
You crossed his arms. “Right… Because you only hang out with Tommy and those assholes.”
Oh, Steve needed to save his case quickly.
He grimaced. “Ew, no. Not anymore. They were horrible. Don’t know what’s of them. Stopped talking, like, years ago. Before graduating and all. Don’t even remember their last names.”
You fought back a smile at his rambling. “Oh, right. Because you are dating Nancy Wheeler.”
Steve’s eyes went wide. “What? No! I mean, we did. We dated a long time ago, but now she’s with Jonathan.”
Your jaw dropped. “With Jona—?!” You closed your mouth, remembering that the boy could see you from his spot in the passenger seat. What if he could read lips? “Wow. Good for them, I guess.”
Steve bit back a snarky comment about how that relationship was steadily destroying itself, but he just pulled out a dessert from his pocket. “Bopper, while we wait?”
Gasping, you grabbed it out of his hands. “Oh my God, I love this! Where did you get it? They haven’t sold this here since quarantine began.”
Steve was pleased with all of his choices that had resulted in the discovery of a fellow Bopper lover. He leaned close to you and whispered, “It’s a secret. But I’ll give you a call every time I get them.”
Your cheeks turned pink at the sudden nearness. But you smiled and stared at the Bopper in your hand as if it was gold. “And it’s peanut butter, my favorite.”
“Mine too!” Steve said excitedly.
You wanted to say more, but Jonathan’s quiet stare was making you uncomfortable. “You wanna sit in the back of my van while we wait and eat?”
Steve almost fainted. Had Robin’s, Dustin’s, and basically everyone’s prayers for him to find a girl been answered?
“S-sure, yeah. Yes1 Umm. Sure,” he stammered nervously.
You fidgeted with the Bopper excitedly as you guided him to the back of your van. Steve dashed to your side and opened the doors for you.
It seemed pretty cozy with its floor carpeted, the walls decorated with various posters and stickers, a mini fridge at the side, plushies and pillows scattered around, and a drum set right before the seats.
“Wow, do you play it?” he asked with genuine interest.
You jumped into the van, prompting him to do the same. “Used to. It’s my sister’s now. She called me an hour ago, begging me to take the drums to her friend’s house because she wanted to show them how good she is.”
You crawled to the mini fridge, and Steve had to use all of his willpower to look at the ceiling instead of your ass. “And when I arrived there, she told me to go back home ‘cause they were ‘watching a movie now and it would be rude to stop it.’” You pulled out two Coke cans and passed one to him. “So this whole ride was for nothing.”
Steve snorted. “How old is she?”
He tilted his head. “They’re pretty annoying at that age.”
“Absolutely,” you groaned and opened your drink. “Do you have siblings?”
“Not exactly, but…” Henderson’s face appeared in his mind, along with all his friends and the adventures they had dragged Steve into. “I’ve babysat a lot.” He grimaced playfully, making you laugh.
“Yeah, kids are crazy. But I love my sister. Though, I sometimes feel like her—”
“Mother?” Steve completed it. “Yeah, been there.” He raised his can. “A toast to raising kids who aren’t ours.”
You chuckled, clinking the cans together. As he took a long sip, your eyes dropped to his Adam’s apple. His neck… He had such a pretty neck. You wanted to—
“So… What are you doing now that you can’t go back to college?” he asked.
Your randomly dirty thoughts vanished as you came back to reality. “Uhm…” What had he asked? “Oh, I’m a substitute teacher at Hawkings Primary School. The actual teacher went on vacation right before the quarantine started, so I’ve been replacing her all these months.”
He raised his eyebrows and leaned back to rest on his elbows. “That sounds cool. Which class?”
Steve smirked. Now he was remembering more of you. “You went to the Math Olympics every year, right?”
You rolled your eyes, a bit embarrassed. “Yeah… the teachers hadn’t forgotten that so they hired me instantly.”
He leaned closer to you and teased, “You denied my application. I remember now.”
Steve had applied to the Olympics once, during his freshman year. He’d gotten an A on a math test he’d cheated on, so he figured he could do it again over there and win an award.
Your cheeks turned pink. “I’m— Yeah, that’s possible. Lots of people wanted to join the team, but most weren’t the smartest.” The pink morphed to red when you realized what you had said. “N-No offense!”
Steve was finding your nervousness endearing. “None taken. I wasn’t smart. I’m not. But I was part of the student council for some months during sophomore year.”
You quickly averted your gaze and focused on opening the Bopper. “Actually…” You hesitated, looking from the dessert to him. “I have to confess something.”
He sat up and frowned, waiting as you took a big bite of the Bopper. You moaned, delighted with the flavor, and it was now his turn to look away. He discreetly grabbed a pillow and placed it over his slightly hard crotch.
You passed him the bitten Bopper. “Okay, confession time… I snitched to Miss Larson that you weren’t going to the council’s meetings.”
Steve almost dropped the Bopper as he looked at you in shock. “What—? You got me kicked out?”
You covered your face, feeling like you didn’t deserve the dessert he had given you. “I’m sorry! I was pretty nerdy and annoying back then. It pissed me off that you only went to the parties.”
He couldn’t help but snort. “Well, that’s true. The meetings were boring as hell, while the parties had booze and music.”
You stared at him quietly, your mind reeling with memories.
Confused by the sudden silence, he gave you the Bopper back. “I forgive you. Have the last bite.”
It was an offer you couldn’t deny. You grabbed it and whispered, “You don’t remember me very well, right?”
Steve hesitated. An hour ago, he wouldn’t have reacted at the sound of your name. But after some small talk, he had a vague memory of young you. “Umm, sort of.”
You finished the Bopper and fidgeted with the empty package. “You don’t remember Spin The Bottle at one of the council’s parties?”
Steve had never sat up quicker in his life. His jaw could’ve hit the floor from the surprise as he understood what you meant. He covered his mouth when the memory came back.
He had kissed you before.
“Oh my— It was you. Of course I remember! You were super nervous.”
You scoffed and blushed again. It felt as if your face had been red for the past fifteen minutes. “Okay, I wasn’t that nervous… but it was my first kiss.”
He gasped. “No way!” And during sophomore year he had already kissed half of the sporty girls, the goth girls, the church girls, and even some of the drama club girls…
Steve hadn’t even recognized you when you stopped to help them, but you’d probably always remember him as the first boy to kiss you. Oh, he wanted to punch himself.
“And you know what?” You smirked as you poked his shoulder. “Because of that kiss, Nathan got jealous and asked me to be his girlfriend two days later.”
Great. He wanted to punch himself more.
“Because I was hoping you would ask me out.”
Steve grunted and lay down on the carpeted van floor. He covered his face. “And I didn’t because I was young and stupid.”
“Exactly,” you chuckled. “So I eventually accepted Nathan’s advances and we dated for three years.”
“You could’ve asked me out,” he joked.
“Yeah, why didn’t that cross my mind?” you joked back.
Even though he was searching through all of his memories, Steve couldn’t remember more of you after that party. He had been kicked out of the council a month later, so he wasn’t invited anymore.
As if reading his mind, you said, “I never went to any school party again. I wasn’t a fan of them, and Nathan didn’t let me.” You rolled your eyes, your fists clenching slightly. “He was the worst. Forbade me from having my hair down, forced me to wear my big glasses all the time, and hated when I spoke to any men. Even professors!”
Steve had never been close to Nathan, but even from afar he had seemed like an asshole. “Is that why you broke up?”
You were looking past the opened doors, at the vast set of woods, as you explained. “Not really. He got into a college in Florida. We were gonna try long distance, but he cheated on me three days after he arrived.”
Steve sat up again. “What?!”
‘God gives bread to those who have no teeth,’ or whatever the saying Robin had been obsessed with for two weeks was. He hadn’t let her watch any more Spanish movies after that, not even as a joke.
You shrugged. “I wasn’t that bummed. We were already falling apart.”
Steve shook his head, angry at your stupid ex. “Still. How could anyone cheat on you?”
You sighed and shrugged. “When you realize that cheating has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the other person, you don’t care as much.”
He wished he had heard that phrase a couple of years ago. Maybe Nancy hadn’t done so physically, but she had definitely cheated on him emotionally.
It didn’t matter anymore, though. Not now.
“So I technically ruined your life with that kiss?” he teased you, glad you were smiling. “And that’s why you ruined mine by kicking me out of the club and making it impossible for me to get into college?”
Your smile vanished and your eyes went wide. “Wait, really?”
He chuckled loudly. “I’m messing with you. My bad grades were enough to be rejected everywhere.”
You rested on your elbow, looking at him with pity. “Grades aren’t everything. Maybe you’re good at other stuff.”
Steve snorted, his smile wavering as he recalled his father's disappointment at him not being accepted to college. “Not really.”
“You still have time to figure that out. We’re just twenty,” you tried to comfort him.
Steve looked at you, sitting right beneath the faint van’s light. The yellow streaks were shining on you like a halo, as if you were an angel coming down to take him. His eyes fell to your lips.
“You tasted like strawberries,” Steve blurted out. He wasn’t sure how he had suddenly remembered that.
You smiled excitedly and crawled to your bag. “My strawberry chapstick. I still buy it.”
This time, Steve shamelessly stared at your ass. Those jeans were hugging your legs and bottom in all the perfect ways. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine things that would calm his cock.
Today’s crawl. Grannies. Hopper. The president. Jonathan. Ugh, how he hated him.
It was working. His cock was softening until you whispered, “You want another taste?”
Steve opened his eyes widely. You were kneeling next to him, smirking down at him with a hand on his chest. After tonight, he would kiss his van’s battery, thankful it had died and led him to this blessing.
He nodded eagerly, not trusting his voice to say anything coherent. He closed his eyes, braced himself, and…
You uncapped the chapstick and applied it across his lips. “There you go! The same strawberry taste.”
Steve blinked, confused and gutted. A bucket full of ice dripping down his neck would’ve been less depressing. “Umm… T-thanks.”
You laughed out loud and, with a sudden move, straddled his lap. “I’m messing with you.” And you leaned down to kiss him.
He sat up to meet you halfway, crashing desperately into your lips. God, you tasted so good. He wrapped his arms around you and tried to match your rhythm. It had been a long time since he had made out with anyone. Probably two years by now. He was hoping you wouldn’t notice.
On the other hand, you were also hoping it wasn’t obvious that you hadn’t kissed anyone since you left New York. Hawkins was small, and you hadn’t found anyone attractive enough to risk rumors flying around town.
You had always found Steve handsome—who couldn’t?—but your loyalty to your shitty ex had made you forget exactly how hot the boy was. Your hands grasped his biceps eagerly, lowered to his abdomen, and scratched him over his shirt.
Steve accidentally moaned against your lips. He pulled away and looked nervously around the van. “We should probably, uhm, close the doors.”
Deep in a haze, you were momentarily confused by his words. You just wanted to kiss him until you passed out. But then you became aware that you were in the middle of the road, where anyone could pass and catch the scandalous acts.
“Shit, yeah,” you mumbled before crawling across the carpet to close the doors.
Steve’s cock hardened upon seeing you on your hands and knees again. He had to control his thoughts, or he would cream his pants.
“Alright,” you sighed and went back to straddling him. “Where were we?”
But instead of devouring your lips, Steve stroked your cheeks and marveled at your face. He whispered, “You’re beautiful. Prettiest girl I’ve seen.”
You blushed and covered your nerves with a light chuckle. “T-thanks.” And before you could say something stupid like, ‘I’ve dreamed of this since we were fifteen,’ you held onto his shoulders and started grinding your hips against his.
“Fuck,” Steve moaned and threw his head back, giving you the perfect access to attack his neck with kisses.
You were making the perfect friction on his hard-on as you sucked his sensitive spot, right below his ear. Steve could swear he was levitating. He placed his hands over your ass and squeezed it nervously. What had he done to deserve all that?
He couldn’t care less if you were leaving a hickey; he’d love to watch it later in the mirror and remember the shape of your body on top of him. Your hands traveled down his body until they reached his belt.
Oh, this was actually happening.
Steve pulled away reluctantly and gulped. “Are you s-sure?” He looked back to the van’s windshield, specifically at the radio van right in front.
You shrugged. “It’s tinted, don’t worry.” But you stopped working on his belt when an insecure thought attacked your mind.
Were you being too desperate? Was this too quick?
Reading your mind, Steve held the back of your neck to draw you into a deep kiss. His other hand went to your hip and moved you back and forth, encouraging you to keep going.
Okay, he desired you just as much. There was no need to hold back.
You unbuckled his belt hurriedly and tried to shove down his jeans. He raised his hips to help you.
“Oh!” you gasped at the sight of his huge, hard cock beneath his briefs. The tip was poking out of the waistband, already leaking. You smirked and admitted, “Biggest I’ve seen.”
Steve’s cheeks turned red, but he had no time to crack a joke as you rose from his lap, knelt between his sprawled legs, and licked his tip’s slit.
You smiled and pulled down his briefs, freeing him completely. His eyes were on yours as you spit on the tip, using your hand to spread the wetness around his cock. Steve bit his lip, watching with uncontrollable desire as you stroked him slowly.
“You’re beautiful too, Harrington,” you whispered before taking him in your mouth, as deep as you could and no longer wasting time on teasing.
“Holy shit!” Steve grunted.
He gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep it from getting messy, but made sure not to push your head down. Your jaw ached from not being used to such a size, but you kept your mouth wide open and bobbed your head up and down. Steve's trembling legs gave you the impression that you were performing flawlessly.
Steve had stopped biting his lips and was now openly whimpering. “Just like that. Feels great.”
Encouraged, you concentrated on not choking as you tried to take him completely. Steve’s eyes went wide at the feeling. No girl had ever gone that far, yet you didn’t stop until your nose brushed against his base. And now that you knew you could reach it without dying, you drew back to the tip before sinking down again.
“Fucking hell!” Steve whimpered as you started giving him the best blowjob of his life.
The messy, wet sight of you would soon be too much to handle, but he was making a great effort to not fuck your mouth and accidentally hurt you.
When your hand grazed his balls, he knew he had to stop. “W-wait, wait.” Steve used his hold on your hair to haul you up.
You looked up at him with a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip. “Everything okay?”
He snorted breathlessly. “More than okay. Perfect. Amazing. Too amazing. I didn’t want to come yet,” he admitted.
Your relieved sigh got through to him, and he realized he could no longer be gentle. Steve pulled you up to a sloppy open-mouth kiss. It turned you on knowing he could taste himself on your tongue. You unbuttoned your jeans, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable.
Steve noticed and quickly replaced your hands. He shoved the jeans down and grasped your ass hard. “Fuck,” he groaned and turned both of you around, caging you down. He took your shoes and jeans completely off, throwing them away carelessly.
“Gorgeous, so beautiful,” he mumbled as he kissed around your face and down your neck. “Can I taste you?”
You grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks, and whispered, “Steve, I’m so fucking horny that I’d let you do anything to me right now.”
He smirked and pecked your lips. “Anything?”
After a brief nod, Steve spun you around and raised your hips with a hand between your shoulder blades, pressing you down. You arched your back desperately. The amount of need within you was indescribable. You were certain you had never been so wet in your entire life.
Steve gave you a soft spank before kissing and biting your ass cheeks. His fingers hooked around your waistband to pull your underwear off, too fucking slowly.
“Steve, please,” you whined, trying to look back at him.
He caressed your back before pushing you down again. “Shh, baby, just enjoy.”
But your mind was impatient, and it was already imagining his cock buried deep inside you. You moaned and wiggled your ass involuntarily. “Please.”
Steve chuckled and kissed your clit, making you squirm. “Such a pretty cunt,” he murmured against it. It looked so inviting and wet for him. Just him. And he would take his time to show you how grateful he was for that.
He licked a stripe up your pussy, provoking a shudder across your entire body, before his tongue went down to press and trace patterns on your clit.
You clutched a nearby pillow, trying not to press against his face as his tongue devoured you. The quiet van was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of Steve eating you out. Never before had someone done it with such commitment and close attention to your reactions.
Steve was eager to please you and make you finish on his mouth. He hadn’t eaten anyone out in a long time, but he could still tell when a woman was enjoying it.
“Oh god, Steve!” You moaned shamelessly loud when he rubbed your clit with his thumb. “F-fuck. Yes, like that, please!”
He doubled his efforts and teased in a murmur, “You taste even sweeter than strawberries.”
You snorted, surprised he could make a joke in the middle of this, but you lost your words as two fingers stroked your folds before penetrating you with ease. “Ah, fuck!”
Steve almost died at the clenching feeling around his middle and index fingers. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He curled them inside you, and your legs almost gave out from the pleasure. He quickly held you in place and smirked. “Close, baby?”
The nickname made you arch your back eagerly—too needy to be embarrassed. “Y-yes! Stop!”
Steve slowed down his movements, unsure if he had heard you correctly. “What—?”
“I need y-you inside me now!” you whimpered as you weakly pushed his hand off. Turning around, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
Steve couldn’t agree more with you. He had never wished to fuck anyone as much as he needed you now. Was this the desire that people described in a million songs and books? He wouldn’t care if a million people walked around the van and heard you; he wouldn’t even react if there was an alien invasion starting outside.
Right now, all Steve could think about was the tightness of your pussy around his fingers and how good it would feel to replace them with his cock.
He got hold of the hem of your shirt and removed it swiftly, along with your bra. Fuck. He couldn’t resist and eagerly cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently before leaning down to explore them with his mouth.
You whined and tugged on his jacket, still too weak to speak clearly. He understood and quickly removed all his remaining clothes and shoes. If someone had told him an hour ago that he would be completely naked on top of you, ready for him to fuck you, Steve wouldn’t have believed it.
He spread your legs to place himself between them, but you whined again, “I wanna ride you, Steve.”
That was a sentence Steve was certain he would think about the next time he touched himself.
He nodded excitedly and shifted the two of you so that his back was against the side of the van and you were straddling him. Your wet core grazed his hard-on, making you moan.
You pushed your hair back as you looked down at his cock, stroking it as you aligned it against your cunt.
Steve’s eyes were glued on your face, though. “I know I’ve said it a hundred times tonight, but, fuck, you really are so beautiful.”
You looked back to his bright, adoring eyes and chuckled. Who knew that ‘King’ Steve could be the sweetest man alive? You took your time kissing him as you sank into his cock.
He gripped a pillow next to him, afraid of hurting you, when his tip entered. You noticed his hesitation and searched for his hands, redirecting them back to your body. Steve placed an arm around you, holding you in place, while his free hand caressed your cheek.
You were holding onto his shoulders as you kept sliding down into him. It was obviously a better feeling than his fingers, with only half of his cock already making you see stars. But you were determined to fit it in.
Steve was still admiring your face as his fingers stroked your cheek gently. He caught your frown and soft hiss. “Hey, we can go slow if it’s hurting you.”
You shook your head and smiled weakly. “It feels too good.”
And it did indeed. Steve was using all of his energy and mind to not come just from the tightness of your cunt.
He had died and was now in heaven.
Once you bottomed out, you released a shaky moan. “Holy fuck…”
Steve’s hands lowered to grasp your ass. He pulled you closer to kiss your neck intimately, getting you crazier to ride him. You gripped his shoulders and started moving. Steve expected a slow starting pace, but you were lifting your hips until only the tip was in before sinking down again. And again, and again, and again.
He wouldn’t last long. God, he wanted to, he needed to.
Steve’s hands remained firmly on your ass while you stretched your pussy with his cock in a merciless rhythm. His eyes flickered from your parted lips to your bouncing breasts.
“Steve, fuck. Feels so good. So full,” you kept moaning.
When you threw your head back in pleasure, he devoured your neck to desperately distract himself from coming too soon.
His hands traveled across your body, worshipping your back, your hips, your thighs… You were becoming his new drug and he wasn’t planning on letting you go.
In a couple of minutes you had gotten used to his size and were riding him like a champ. Your movements were causing the van to tremble, but neither of you cared enough to slow down.
You leaned back, held onto his thighs and rode him faster. The angle was hitting perfectly on your g-spot.
Steve pulled away from your neck to stare at you with complete and utter lust. As your face scrunched in pleasure, his mind wandered… You were undeniably amazing at this. He doubted any other girl could beat you. Fuck, he was probably ruined for life.
But… perfection came with experience. The thought of you doing all that with other men, your ex, a guy friend, or even a random dude at a party darkened his mind.
He knew he had no right to feel like this; he hadn’t even remembered you two hours ago. But having you on top of him, his arms around you, his cock buried inside you… Steve wanted you to be his.
His touch became possessive as he wrapped a hand around your neck. It was a risky move; maybe you weren’t into that type of stuff, but he placed all his cards on the table.
Steve leaned close to your face, his grip on your neck not wavering, and whispered, “You’re mine now.”
Your cunt clenching around him showed Steve that you had enjoyed his words. You gave a nod and whimpered.
His hand tightened. “Not enough. Say it, baby. Say you’re mine.”
You returned your hands to his shoulders and kissed him deeply, your hips slowing for a moment. In a soft whisper, you confessed, “I’m yours, Steve.”
His hand rounded to grab the nape of your neck, bringing you in for another kiss. Steve planted his feet firmly on the floor and wrapped his arms around you before thrusting up into you.
Steve held you close as he fucked you roughly. His cock was hitting a place you were sure not even your sex toys had reached.
Grasping his hair, you pushed his face to your breasts, begging him for attention. His lips took turns sucking your nipples. He bit one slightly, making you whine, then hungrily kissed around and between your breasts.
“Mine. Only mine,” Steve grunted.
He spanked your ass before gripping it and thrusting harder into you. You were a goner as the slap of his hips against your clit was bringing you close to the edge.
A quick rub was enough. “Steve, I’m coming!”
He bit his lip and concentrated on going deeper, wanting you to enjoy your orgasm as long as possible. You weren’t sure what nonsense you were whimpering, but your throat was getting sore.
Your nails pressed sharply on his shoulders. “Ah, Steve!”
“That’s it, baby,” he whimpered and kissed your cheek. “So tight around me. I’m close too.”
“Come inside me,” you moaned without hesitation. “I’m on the pill.”
An almost-animalistic side awoke inside Steve. Could you be more perfect?
Once he made sure your orgasm was reaching its end, he maneuvered you around, laying you on the carpeted floor. He positioned your legs with your feet resting right over his shoulders, then grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips—even in his sex haze, he prioritized your comfort.
Steve dropped a quick kiss to your ankle, grabbed your thighs for support and pounded unrelentingly into you. His deep grunts were the sexiest sounds you had heard, and you craved to see him come undone.
“I’m yours,” you repeated as you touched your nipples.
Those words, combined with the sight of you pleasuring yourself, made his cock twitch inside you.
Feeling his response, you kept going. “Fill me with your cum, Steve. Make me yours!”
And your begging words broke the last string of his self-control. Steve let out a wild whimper as he stilled and painted your insides with his cum. You kept grinding your hips to milk his entire orgasm.
Once it was over, Steve lay down at your side while both of you tried to recover your breaths. His hands remained on your legs, caressing them. “Are you alright?”
You turned your head in his direction and nodded, too weak to speak. The cold air against your bareness made you hiss when he pulled out. Steve sat up and licked his lips at the sight of his cum dripping from your pussy to the carpet.
“Shit, I’ll have to clean that,” you complained, looking at the mess with less lust and more concern. “I have to drive my sister to school tomorrw.”o
Steve chuckled lightly and looked around for napkins. He found some crumpled ones in his jean pockets, and after making sure they were unused, he cleaned you delicately.
You stroked his shoulder and observed him tenderly. “I can do that.”
“No, no. I got it,” he assured you.
It was an odd sight: a guy you barely knew from high school, naked in your van, wiping the cum off your pussy. Except he wasn’t just some guy anymore.
You sat up and kissed his cheek without thinking twice. “I really enjoyed that,” you mumbled nervously.
But he made all the anxiety fly away with his delighted grin. “Me too.” Steve grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. “But I hope I can take you out before repeating it.”
Oh, God. If you had told your fifteen-year-old self about this, she wouldn’t believe you. Sex was one thing, but a date? With Steve Harrington? A one-in-a-million opportunity.
You patted around the carpet until you found an old notebook beneath your pillows. You wrote down your house phone number and address, tore the page out and folded it. “There you go.”
He accepted it with a barely suppressed joyful smile. Your house wasn’t that far from his, so maybe he could pick you up one day and take you to the movies, or—
Both of you gasped, startled by the loud car horn. Since he used it several times a day against annoyingly slow cars, Steve recognized it came from the van.
“It’s Byers,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
Jonathan was probably bored of waiting almost an hour in the quiet van. Steve could’ve told him there was a Walkman with some tapes at the glove compartment… but he hated being kind to the guy.
You blushed, having long forgotten Jonathan's presence, and began to dress. “Umm, the battery should be ready anyway.”
Steve would’ve paused the world to stay right there with you, but you were right. He couldn’t ignore his crawl’s responsibilities anymore.
Once both were looking as presentable as possible, you jumped out of the van and made your way to the damaged one. Jonathan was standing next to it, his eyes glued to the floor.
“Alright, let’s hope it worked,” Steve said.
Jonathan looked at him awkwardly, then cleared his throat. “We have, umm, another issue.”
On the opposite side of the van, a battered Dustin Henderson was standing beside his bike. He forced a smile to Steve and you. “Had fun?”
Your jaw dropped at the state of the teen. It seemed as if a truck had driven over his face, tearing his shirt in the way. Beside you, Steve was pale as he stared at the boy in disbelief.
And even though you had no idea who the kid was, you rushed to him to inspect him. “Are you okay? Well, of course not.” You raised his chin delicately and cursed. “Your nose is broken. Let me get my first-aid kit.”
“I’m fine. Just… fell from my bike,” he mumbled.
The moment you were out of sight, Steve started to reprimand Dustin. Maybe they were cousins, you wondered. The teen was yelling back at him, and soon they were arguing.
You came back with your kit, uncomfortable and feeling like you weren’t supposed to be there. Jonathan had taken off the cables, closed the hoods, and turned the van back to life. He was the first to notice you, standing hesitantly behind Steve.
“Thanks for everything, Y/N,” he muttered loudly so the boys could hear.
Steve ceased his yelling and looked back at you, embarrassed. His eyes softened when he noticed the first-aid kit. Your concern for Dustin made his heart jump.
“Thanks, but it’s alright. We’ll handle this.” He assured you.
You fidgeted with the kit. “B-but he needs help,” you whispered.
He glared at Dustin, who rolled his eyes and followed Jonathan into the van. When he turned to face you, his eyes softened once more. “Don’t worry. We got it.”
You hated being left out… even if it definitely wasn’t your business and it’d be inappropriate to force yourself into their issues. “Well… I guess I’ll go home.”
Steve felt a hollow feeling in his chest at the idea of letting you go, but he nodded. “Drive safely, please.”
“You too.” And after a forced smile, you turned back to your van.
However, before you had even taken two steps, a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and spun you around. Steve gave you a passionate kiss against your van before you even realized what was happening.
He smirked and whispered against your lips, “Mhm, still tastes like strawberry.”
Once he made sure you were safely in your vehicle, and after another short kiss, Steve watched you drive away… far away from the reality he had to face soon.
He entered the driver’s seat and ignored the two pairs of eyes glued on him. He cleared his throat. “Okay, so… what’s next?”
At the passenger seat, Dustin chuckled and shook his head. “Damn… Isn’t it insane that the crawl’s problems are less surprising than you getting laid?”
a/n: i wrote half of this at a beauty salon, uhm-
