Steve harrington x fem!reader, 1.8k words, Steve is an adorable loser for his gf <3
summary: Everyone loves Steve's girlfriend, but he just wants a little bit of your attention for himself. Is that so bad?
It starts, as many things do, with Dustin Henderson.
You’re curled on the corner of Steve’s couch, your legs tucked under his thigh while he flicks through TV channels. The doorbell rings, and before Steve can even mutter “I’m not home,” the door swings open.
“Hey, is she— oh, there you are!” Dustin beams, dropping his backpack with a thud. "Hi!"
"Hi," you say back, grinning up at him, happy to see him.
He mirrors your smile. “Okay, so I need a second opinion on the naming convention for my new campaign NPC. ‘Zargoth the Destroyer’ or ‘Lord Malador of the Shadowed Vale’?"
"Hmmm, I like Zargoth better. It's more intimidating. Plus, short and sweet, you know what I mean?"
Steve stares, remote dangling from his fingers. “Henderson. My house. A ‘hello’ would be nice. An appointment would be better.”
Dustin waves a dismissive hand. “Hi, Steve. This is important.” He plops down on the floor in front of you, effectively blocking Steve from your line of sight.
It doesn’t stop there.
Two days later, you’re helping Steve sort a mountain of mismatched socks that have just come out of the laundry. Weirdly, it's somewhat of a bonding experience, doing laundry together.
Robin lets herself in, her eyes landing on you like a spotlight.
"Oh, thank God you're here," she breathes.
"Where else would I be?" you joke.
She plops down on the bed, messing up Steve's organised sock piles. He sighs.
“My date with Vickie. At Enzo’s. It’s tomorrow. It’s a real, sit-down, checkered-tablecloth kinda date."
You put down the polka dot socks you were holding to beam at her. "That's amazing, Robin! I know how much you were looking forward to that."
"It is amazing! But it's also a crisis!" She grabs your shoulders, her eyes wide. “What do I wear? Do I go cute? Do I go cool? Do I try for both and risk looking like I’m trying too hard? And my hair— can you braid it?"
Steve holds up two socks that are clearly not a match—one black, one navy. "Hello? We're doing laundry. We were in the zone."
Robin spares him a haphazard glance. "This is important, Dingus." She turns back to you. "Please, I need you. I'm vibrating."
You can't help but laugh. "Okay, okay. I like your outfit now. It's chic, but doesn't look like you're trying too hard. And I can totally braid your hair, but I think it might look better down? Light makeup I can help you with, maybe a little eyeliner on your waterline. I have one I think'd suit you, it's in the bathroom."
Robin tugs on your hand, pulling you up to stand. "You're a genius."
Steve watches, helpless, as you're swept upstairs in a whirlwind of pre-date panic, then back down at his socks. "They're both dark," he mumbles to himself.
The true test of his patience comes during a Friday night movie marathon in the Wheeler’s basement. You’re on the floor, leaned back comfortably between Steve’s knees, his fingers in your hair, scratching absently at your scalp. It’s perfect. It’s your spot.
The movie plays, and Steve is content, his world pleasantly narrowed to the familiar weight of you against him and the scent of your shampoo.
Then, Lucas slides over from his spot next to Mike. He looks desperate. "Hey," he whispers, his voice strained. "I need help. It's an emergency."
You tilt your head back to look up at Steve with an apologetic smile before turning your full attention to Lucas. "What's wrong?"
"I pointed out a zit on Max's face," he confesses in a horrified rush. "I wasn't trying to be mean! I just noticed it! I said, 'Is that a new zit?' and she... she hasn't spoken to me in two hours. She's just been giving me this death glare. What do I do? Do I apologise? Do I ignore it? Do I buy her nail polish? Is nail polish even an apology gift?"
You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing, but your eyes are sympathetic. "Oh, Lucas. Okay. First, do not buy her nail polish. That implies you're paying way too much attention to her appearance, which is the problem. Buy her new skateboard bearings, she mentioned she needed some. And definitely apologize. Say, 'I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.' Keep it simple."
Lucas nods frantically, absorbing the instructions like they're a military briefing. "Got it. Thanks." He scuttles back to his spot, already planning his approach.
Steve’s hand has stilled in your hair. You feel him take a slow, deep breath behind you.
Before you can settle back against him, you catch Max’s eye from across the room. She gestures subtly with her head towards Lucas and rolls her eyes, but you see the hurt in them.
You give her a small smile in acknowledgement. Mouth, 'he's sorry. He'll make it up to you.'
Then, Dustin’s head appears, blocking the TV. “Okay, one more question about the D&D character convention. If a—”
But Steve has had enough.
He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. His voice is a low, soft murmur, tinged with a vulnerability that makes your heart clutch. “Hey, angel... can we get out of here?”
You twist to look up at him. In the flickering blue light of the TV, his expression isn’t annoyed. It’s wistful. A little tired.
“Yeah,” you whisper back instantly, without hesitation. “Of course.”
You gently extract yourself from his hold and stand up, reaching for your jacket. "We're gonna head out," you announce.
A chorus of groans erupts.
“What? Now?” Dustin whines.
"Yeah, I had a question to ask you!" Mike exclaims. "It's, like, life or death. I think the Chief's gonna kill me if I go see El again—"
“You can’t leave, I haven’t executed the apology protocol yet!” Lucas whisper-yells, panicked.
Steve opens his mouth, a familiar, defensive retort about how you’re not a UN negotiator clearly forming. But you step in before he can.
You smile, soft but firm, and slip your hand into Steve’s. “You guys’ll be fine,” you say, your tone gentle but leaving no room for debate. You turn your smile up to Steve, eyes warm. You give his hand a little squeeze. “I want some alone time with my boyfriend.”
The groans taper into scattered laughs. Max sends you a not very discreet thumbs up.
Steve looks down at you, warmth pooling in his chest. He gives you this look of such pure, dazed adoration it makes your heart skip. He doesn’t say a word. He just lifts your joined hands and presses a firm, grateful kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.
“You heard the lady,” he says to the room, his voice light and full of happy energy. “We’re off-duty. Emergencies will have to wait.”
He leads you up the basement stairs, the sounds of the movie and the kids’ renewed bickering fading behind you.
The second the Wheeler’s front door clicks shut, sealing you both in the cool, quiet dark of the porch, Steve stops. He turns, and in the soft glow of the porch light, his expression is completely unguarded—all soft eyes and a tender, wobbly smile.
“C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. He wraps his arms around you and sways gently on the spot, his cheek resting against your hair.
“My sweet, perfect girl,” he coos, the words a warm rumble against your temple. "You were so patient with them, solving everyone’s problems.”
He pulls back just far enough to cradle your face in his hands. His thumbs stroke over your cheekbones with a reverence that makes you feel dizzy.
He’s beaming at you, his eyes shining with so much affection it’s almost overwhelming. He leans in and peppers a flurry of soft, quick kisses all over your face—your forehead, your nose, each eyelid, your cheeks—murmuring between each one.
"My smart girl... giving everyone life advice... always being so kind and helpful and perfect..."
He finally lands on your lips, kissing you slow and deep, a kiss that tastes like gratitude and awe. When he breaks away, he’s breathless, his forehead resting against yours.
“I’m gonna melt into a puddle right here on Mrs. Wheeler’s porch,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with feeling. "The way you handle them all, and then you just… you turn those big, beautiful eyes on me and say that? In front of everyone?” He lets out a shaky laugh, his nose nuzzling against yours. “I’m done for. Completely done for.”
He hugs you again, squeezing you tight and lifting you just an inch off the ground. “C’mon, my love,” he says, "let's go to my place. I just want to look at you for a while. Is that okay? I just wanna hold my girl and look at her.”
You laugh, the sound full of softness and affection for your sweet, adorable boyfriend. "It's more than okay. Take me home, please, baby. I'm all yours."
A soft, almost wounded sound escapes him and he hugs you impossibly tighter for a second, his face buried in your neck. "Oh, my heart. You're gonna kill me. You're so perfect."
Steve finally lets you go, but only to take your hand, lacing your fingers together in a grip that feels reverent. He leads you to the car, opening the passenger door for you with a soft, "In you go, gorgeous."
The drive to his house is quiet, but the silence is thick with a new, syrupy sweetness. He keeps your hand in his lap, his thumb stroking incessantly over your knuckles when he's not changing gears.
"Just look at you," he murmurs at one red light, his free hand reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're mine."
"I am," you remind him softly, leaning into his touch.
"I know," he breathes, like it's the greatest mystery and miracle of his life at the same time, somehow. "I know, baby. And I'm never letting go."
Once home, he doesn't even turn on the main lights. He guides you to the living room couch by the faint glow from the kitchen. He sits down and pulls you into his lap, arranging you so you're sideways, your legs draped over his, your head tucked perfectly under his chin. He wraps both arms around you, letting out a long, contented sigh.
"Here we go," he whispers, his lips against your hair. "Right where I wanted you all night. Just my girl and me."
You hum, a soft, contented sound as you melt into his warmth, all the busy energy of the night finally draining away.
Steve presses a kiss to the crown of your head. "You must be so tired, sweet thing," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble in his chest. "Taking care of everyone all the time." His hand rubs slow, comforting circles on your back. "My sweet, exhausted angel."
He leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "But you know what?"
"Hmm?"
He tightens his arms around you. "It's okay," he murmurs. "You can help whoever you want, baby. 'Cos when you're done taking care of everyone else..." He presses a fond kiss into your hair. "I'll be right here taking care of you."
In which Steve is just trying to love his girlfriend but he forgot he asked for six children.
fem reader, bikini, make out, smut p in v at the end, language, not proof read
The first occurrence was on all accounts, an accident. An annoying one.
"What'd you say, movie, me, you, tonight?" Steve expressed his desire for a date night, leaning over the counter that was splattered with butter and a variation of soda's.
"Steve, baby, you do realise I work at the movie theatres?" you asked, boxing up popcorn for someone who had brought tickets.
"Yeah, and I work at family videos, still wanna see you."
You had to admit, with the both of you in between jobs and babysitting gigs you somehow always got roped into it had been hard to get alone time together. But date night at the place you worked wasn't your idea of magic.
But Steve had turned up, his family video vest still hanging on only half an hour or something after his shift because he wanted to spend a night with you.
It was also humanly impossible to say no to Steve. "Fine. Weekend at Bernie's is on tonight at seven and that's one I haven't actually seen yet."
"Perfect," he grinned. "I'll pick you up when you're done here, drop you off at yours so you can get ready then I'll pick you up for six-thirty."
"Steve, that's too much driving, I can get the bus back."
"The bus?" he gasped dramatically. "I'd never have my girl on a bus." Steve pushed himself over the counter, pecking your sweet and salty lips from the popcorn you swiped between customers.
So at seven on the dot the two of you were walking through the cinema. The perks of working there was the tickets and treats you got on discount that Steve still insisted on paying for. He had Reeses and Boppers while you had the largest box of popcorn that Steve wasn't even sure was an option for regular customers.
You settled into your seats in the rather packed cinema and Steve threw an arm around you as the previews started.
"See, this is nice," he uttered to you. "Just you and me, date night."
Even if this was a room you swept more than fives times a day even you could admit, it all felt different with Steve.
You laid your head back on his arm. "Yeah."
Steve admire you. "I love you."
His lips were as soft as always as they kissed you, not daring to go any further while sitting in the middle of the cinema. If it was the back row, on the other hand-
"Shit, shit, I can't see,"
"Dustin, just move,"
"I am, geez, I just paid for this popcorn I am not spilling it,"
"You're walking like a grandma,"
"Grandma Henderson is spry for her age, asshole!"
Steve's nose brushed yours as he pulled back, dread marking his features. "It can't be."
Your heart sank. "No."
"Holy shit, hey guys!" said Dustin Henderson.
There was a chorus of surprise from them all: Dustin, Lucas, Max and Will. They piled in, pushing and shoving each other on the row below you.
"Huh, what are the chances?" Dustin grinned.
Steve laughed through clenched teeth. "Ha ha, tell me about it."
Lucas frowned at you. "Hey, I thought you worked here."
"I do."
"So don't you see movies on shift? You know, for free?"
"Woah, genius, I hadn't thought about that."
Max rolled her eyes, tugging on Lucas's arm. "They're on a date, leave them alone."
"Oh- oh!" said Dustin in loud exclamation. He apologised to those around him. "Sorry, sorry. We'll just take our seats, don't worry, you two carry on, you won't even know we're here."
Steve and you were not convinced even before they sat down. They sat down right on front of the two of you, the curls of Dustin bouncing as he tried to situate himself with his large soda and even larger popcorn.
Lucas and Max were arguing over who sat where while Will took the seat on the end, quietly munching on his popcorn and watching the preview intently.
"He's my favourite kid," said Steve to you.
Dustin's head turned back. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
Steve pushed his head around. "I wasn't talking to you."
"Oh right, yeah," Dustin apologised. "Not even here, we're not even here."
The movie started and they seemed on their best behaviour for all of five minuets. It was really Steve that started it, un-able to stop himself when he saw Lucas yawn and dramatically stretch out his arms until one of the laid across Max's shoulders. He couldn't not lean in to tell you that was his move.
"It's a classic," he whispered to you. "I've taught all of them that but Lucas executes it flawlessly."
Lucas looked back to the two of you and Steve threw a very proud thumbs up.
The quiet of the cinema room was interrupted when Will opened a large pack of chips. A collective 'shh' came from every party in the room.
Will lit up in red. "Sorry," he whispered.
"Hey, Will," Dustin tried to call as quiet as possible which for Dustin was not quiet enough. Another round of 'shh' started. "Shh yourselves."
"Dustin," you lectured.
"What? I just want some chips!"
Will took some before passing along the bag, letting Lucas take a generous hand full before handing it over to Dustin. The crinkle of the bag as he dove in was louder than the movie.
Dustin turned around to the two of you. "Any for yourselves?"
"No," said Steve. "Turn around."
"Alright, alright, was just asking!"
The rest of the movie went more like that. A passing of snacks and whispers that led to glares from everyone trying to watch the film. Every time you and Steve tried to settle in with each other, his arm around your shoulder or you leaning into his side, Dustin would turn to look at the both of you, seeing if you guys were laughing at the right times or Lucas poking you in the knee to have some popcorn.
It turned into just a regular baby-sitting gig.
When the movie finished everyone seemed happy to be up from their seats.
The four were ahead of you and Steve, talking about their best parts and throwing the last of their snacks away.
"Can't escape them for two hours, huh?" said Steve, fingers entwining with yours as he swung your arms back and forth.
"No, I guess not."
"Hey," he tugged at your arm, stopping you. "I'm sorry about them, we'll get a quiet night, I promise. How about my place, Friday? My parents won't be home."
You grinned. "I guess it's a date."
Steve's lips curled up as he kissed you, hand sliding to the back of your neck to keep you there, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip practically begging for enterance-
"Ew, gross!" Will complained.
"Steve, c'mon!"
Max huffed. "Leave them alone!"
"Steve, can give us a lift home!"
Steve pulled away, his hand curling in on itself on the back of your neck but his thumb was still loose to sooth you. "Shitheads-"
You couldn't help but chuckle. For all the complaining he might give you knew Steve loved those kids like they were his own. Just as you did. You couldn't really be angry at them if you tried. "Take them home, I'll go see Stacy, she'll be finishing up. I'll hitch a ride with her."
"What? No, no, no what kind of boyfriend would I be? Those little a-holes can bike home," he said, hands running up and down your arms.
"Steve," you said. "You'll be a great boyfriend- and even better one- if you take them home. Please, for me." It never did sit right with you that the kids were fine biking home in the dark. What with all the monsters you've already faced.
Steve couldn't say no to you so he decided he wouldn't even try. "Okay, fine but take this-"
The kids awed and cooed as they watched Steve peel of his jacket and drape it over your shoulders.
You rolled your eyes. "Steve-"
"The walk to the car will be cold." He draw you in, pulling at his jacket to do so to kiss your popcorn lips.
"Steve!" Dustin yelled.
"I'm gonna kill him, I swear," your boyfriend mumbled against your lips. He pecked them once and fetched the keys from his pocket before pulling it closer around you. "Call me when you get home, I love you!" he called, trotting back to the kids.
"I love you!" you called after him.
Max turned back, winking. "Yeah, love you too!"
You held your middle finger up to her, with affection.
Lucas clasped his hands over his chest as Steve pushed the kids ahead. "Oh Steve, I love you so much, mwah mwah-"
Dustin and Will laughed, the former making obscene kissing noises while rubbing his arms up and down himself.
"Cut it out!" Steve whacked him on the back of the head.
Really, after all this time, should the kids have been surprised at how the two of you were?
The next Friday came around with sweltering heat. Steve had turned on all the fans he could in his house but he had something better.
A swimming pool.
You'd stripped to your bikini almost immediately, sliding into the water that instantly cooled your body while Steve was upstairs trying to find his trunks and if you knew him getting distracted by his hair in the mirror for an extra ten minutes.
You swam a lap or two before relaxing on the side, arms slung out and head tilted back, letting the droplets of water slide down your neck. The pool stilled, the sun beamed-
"Cannonball!"
Before you could react Steve bombed into the pool splashing you in the process and sending shock waves through the water.
"Steve!"
He popped back up to the surface, shaking his hair out like a dog and wiping down his face. "Oh, now that feels good!"
You laughed. "You're ridiculous."
Steve found you once all the water was out of his eyes, heading your way. "You're beautiful," he said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in. "So beautiful, sexy-"
"Steve-" he kissed along your shoulder, playfully nipping at the skin.
"-mine."
You hummed when he kissed you eagerly, as if he hadn't greeted you the same way when you walked through the door. It had been a hassle enough to get to the pool without Steve un-dressing you then and there.
You wrapped your arms around his waist as Steve's hands cupped your backside, fingers digging into the flesh as if there were no bikini bottoms there. The two of you moved back through the water until you gently hit the wall of the pool.
You gasped at the feel of the tile.
Steve broke away at once. "You okay, baby?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Your legs squeezed around him, bringing him in until his lips were on yours again, starving.
His hands sort out your back, travelling the expanse and toying with the straps of your bikini top-
When the sound of his backdoor closing alerted you both, followed by the sound of six voices struggling.
"I told you Steve would have ice, you didn't need to bring a bag!"
"Well shit Mike, it's for the cooler."
"Maybe Steve's got some beer for us?"
"He has nice wine," said Max. "y/n told me he has nice wine."
The two of you were still practically entwined at the edge of the pool.
"Please tell me I'm not gonna turn and see what I think I'm gonna see," said Steve, pulling away enough so you could hear him.
The kids, that being all of them, waved at the two of you when Steve turned to look.
Dustin was already throwing an inflatable bed thing into the pool while Max, El and Mike were setting down bags on the lounge chairs Steve had, Mike helping El out with lying out her towel.
"Lucas?" Max called over, clearly wondering if he was gonna make sure she was comfortable.
Lucas was already filling up water balloons with Will's help.
It was as if they hadn't even realised you and Steve were there... at his pool.
"Hey!" he yelled. "What the hell are you doing?"
Dustin grinned. "Hey Steve!"
The rest of them copied his grin at the two of you, waving and greeting you.
Stunned, you held your hand up in a wave.
"I repeat- what are you doing here?" Steve asked.
"You gave us a key!" said Dustin.
"Yeah, for emergencies!"
"This was an emergency!"
"What?" you asked, immediately jumping into action. You pushed yourself out the water, grabbing a towel that wasn't too far and started to dry yourself off. They were all too calm in the face of an 'emergency' "What emergency? Is everything ok?"
"No," said Lucas.
"Well what, what is it?"
"None of us have pools in our back yards."
You deflated.
"Are you serious?" asked Steve, sending a splash of water over to Lucas and Will.
"Hey."
"You can't just waltz in here and make yourselves at home!" argued Steve, reaching out to you to try and pull you back in the pool as you got to your feet.
"It's hot!" said Dustin.
"So hot," added Mike.
"And we needed to cool down!" said Max.
"We were almost dying," said El, "it was really sad."
You smirked to yourself, knowing that if Max and El pulled out the pouted lips and puppy dog eyes, he was done for. The girls were his weakness.
"Yeah... well..." Steve wasn't even trying to argue when he looked up at you.
The red bikini that framed your curves perfectly, the little droplets of water that slid down your body. He tracked each one doing down, rolling down your sternum and further down your legs-
"Steve!" yelled Dustin.
"Wh-what?" he reluctantly forced his gaze away from you to look at him.
Dustin gestured to the floaty that was drifting from him. "Hold it steady!"
"My god," he grumbled.
You had your towel, patting yourself down and sitting with Max and El as Mike went to join Lucas and Will's efforts. You sat with them in the shade.
"Nice suit," said Max. "Pretty sure Steve's eyes were about to jump out his sockets."
"Oh, ha ha," you rolled your eyes. "You guys got swim suits?"
El nodded. "We went shopping."
"Show me!"
Steve was, once again distracted by you. Sure, it was annoying not getting a spare second alone with you. Really he should have pulled you into his room and made it quick before getting in the pool. But the kids meant best... he hoped and the way you were with them, especially Max and El who deserved kindness more than most, warmed his heart.
He could just picture you with the children he hoped to have with you one day. The care that you had, the love. And of course the way of making babies was not lost on him-
"Okay, okay," said Dustin as he stood at the edge of the pool, clearly thinking of the best ways to get onto the float. "Hold it steady... hold it steady..."
"I'm holding- I'm holding it steady!" said Steve.
"Steady!" yelled Dustin.
Steve held it for him but at the last second- when he realised Dustin was going to jump on it- he moved it, sending Dustin crashing into the pool.
The group of them were left laughing as he broke through the water, paddling around. 'Shit! Shit!'
After that you and Steve got busy. It was summer break, so people wanted films all the time and ran Steve off his feet, his days dragging. By the time he picked you up from your shift (which he insisted on) he could sneak a kiss before dropping you off, or sometimes you'd stay with him but the two of you were always too tired for anything. A quiet meal, watch a show then go to bed to do it all again.
Any small moment was special, Steve just wished they'd last.
One day he was at work, fixing up messy shelves and updating the posters at the windows when the door opened.
"Hey Steve!" El and Max called, rushing to two different sections.
El to romance and comedy.
Max to action but Steve knew she'd watch any romance El wanted.
He smiled and was ready to greet them when you practically fell through the door next, arms overflowing with bags.
"Hey!" you smiled, breathless.
"Hey, hey," Steve was in front of you at once, kissing your cheeks and looking down at all the bags. "What's this? You finally moving in with me?"
"Girls day."
Girls day had ran you dry, clearly. You were leaning on the door, feet aching.
"Shopping, snacks and now a film," you said. "And I wanted to see you."
Steve grinned. "Well isn't that sweet." He kissed you deep and slow, dragging the moment out to last.
"Oh gag me!" Robin called from behind the counter. "Porno's are over there, people!"
El peeked up from a shelf. "What's a por-no?"
Max went red in the face, laughing wildly as she turned to you and Steve. "Yeah guys, what's a porno?"
Steve blushed and stuttered.
"Nothing, El, hurry up and get a movie, we need to catch the bus back."
Steve turned back to you. "Bus?"
"Not again," you rolled your eyes.
Steve didn't have an aversion to the bus. He had an aversion of you getting a bus when he could've been using that time to spend a few extra precious minutes with you. "No, no, tell you what, we're almost done here-"
"No we're not!" said Robin.
"Well, we'll close up and I can take you all back and we can all enjoy girls night, how about that?" he asked, inviting himself and Robin along.
Your cheeks ached with the smile Steve brough to you.
Max thought less so. "No, no, no, this is a girl's night, Steve. No boys allowed."
"Yeah, no boys," Said El, joining her friends side.
"Guys c'mon, it's Steve," you argued.
"I couldn't bring Mike," said El.
Steve cringed. "Mike's Mike."
El's brows furrowed in thought. "Mike is... Mike?"
You turned to Max, batting your lashes. "Please..."
Max didn't want to be the 'bad cop' but she also wanted a girls night. And perhaps she was worried, after all, besides Steve she didn't have that much of a positive out look on 'man'.
Lucas wasn't there yet.
Steve jutted out his bottom lip.
Max crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.
Steve knew Max, knew her well. It had come with the years of looking out for each of them. "Okay, how about I get us all a tub of each others favourites ice cream? Vanilla and sprinkles for El, Mint choc-ship for Robbin and strawberry for you?"
It worked a treat, you could practically see Max's body melting at the suggestion.
"Fine," she said, still feigning her annoyance. "But you don't get to pick the movie!" she said, rushing off.
Steve scoffed. "Please, I work with movies," he leant down to your ear. "I cannot watch pretty in pink again, please."
You shrugged as Steve's hands ghosted yours. "Tough luck, babe. That's what happens when you invite yourself to girls night."
He shrugged. "Just spend time with my girl, and hey, if you can't beat them, join 'em." His eyes wondered down to your lips before he kissed you again, slower.
"Earth to Dingus's!" called Robin. "You're blocking the door from actual customers!"
The two of you shuffled away from the door, abashed and apologising as a customer awkwardly made their way in.
"Okay, we've chosen," said Max as El signed out her movie with Robin. "So let's go!"
El joined Max's side after sliding the tape into one of your bags, leaving you stumbling with the bags.
Steve was conflicted. If he were with you he would have taken the bags from you in an instant but clearly you were carrying them for the girls so they would be free.
Max's eyes lit up in mischief. "Oh, if only you had a car, y/n. Then we wouldn't have to walk so far," she pouted.
"With such heavy bags," El added, eyes downcast.
You gave the girls a look but it wasn't enough to stop them.
Steve's eyes rolled and he dug into his pockets before you could tell him no. They had him wrapped around their finger. Never mind El could move things with her mind, she get Steve to do just about anything she wanted. Steve looked at you. "Take my car-"
"Thanks!" Max plucked the keys from him instantly, rushing out with El.
Steve followed her, poking his head out the store. "You're not driving!"
You chuckled and stood tall to peck Steve's cheek. "They have you whipped."
His eyes rolled, mocking you. "Drive safe."
And though Steve wished you could have stayed, or he could have gone with you, at least he'd wormed his way into 'girls night'.
Finally, Steve received the invite he was waiting for. Your family out of town, your house all alone... just you and him.
It wasn't like he'd never been alone in your home with you but it had certainly been so long. Your house was warmer than his, sign that a family might love you whereas his parents didn't know he was in another dimension half the time.
He had a little night bag in the back of the car for the weekend you would have together. Your favourite sweater of his, along with sweatpants and an extra pair of his clothes for you. Snacks, a film and.... a box of condoms. Steve had big plans.
He sped away from work, not even caring if he hadn't clocked out right and trusting Robin would correct it or berate him for it- either way it could wait. He drove quick through Hawkins but took roads that wouldn't take him by Lucas's house in case he got roped in giving Lucas or Erica a ride. He avoided town in case Mike and El had gone on a date and spotted him. At one point he saw a kid with curls on a bike and he swerved, trying to duck in case it was Dustin.
They were great kids. But the only thing greater than them was getting time alone with you.
Finally, after an extra half an hour de-tour of Hawkins he parked up in front of your house, checking over his shoulder in case one of them popped up.
Steve rattled his knuckles on the door.
It took a moment but you swung it open, breathless. "Hey!"
"Hey," Steve stepped in, hands on your shoulders and pecking your cheek. "I'm sorry I'm late, I took the long way, I didn't want to risk the kids-"
"They're here," you said.
Steve frowned. Was your family back? Was their a maintenance guy around. "What? Who's here?"
"The kids."
At your word there was a crash from your kitchen.
Your head whipped around. "Shit- shit-shit- no, no, no!"
Steve was hot on your heels.
Lucas and Dustin stood over a pie that now laid in pieces along with the dish it was in.
"Oh, come on!" Steve deflated against the wall with all his hopes and dreams.
"Sorry," said Lucas.
"It's fine," you sighed, reacting quickly when Dustin went to clean it. "Careful, you'll cut your hands!"
Steve surveyed the area. Max and Mike were having an argument about... well, with them it could have been anything. On the sofa Will was watching the film with El who painted her nails on the coffee table. "Are you serious right now?"
Dustin and Lucas went back to searching through your cupboards, assuming it's for a snack.
Steve knelt next to you, helping you clean the shards and crumbs up. "How did this happen?"
"I don't know," you whispered. "I knew El was coming around for some nail polish but I didn't think she'd bring Max and then Lucas followed her and he radioed Mike who was with Dustin and Will-"
"And you answered the door every time?"
"It was that or they break a window climbing in!"
"Y/n!" Max called.
Your head sagged but you quickly perked up when Max and Mike stood in front of you.
"Can you please tell Mike that Jean Grey is obviously more powerful than the Scarlet Witch!"
Mike spluttered. "What? Wanda Maximoff is literally a Nexus being and can warp the minds and reality around. She created children with nothing but her mind-"
"Jean Grey has the Phoenix force!"
"Like that means shit!"
Their argument started up again and Steve pulled you up, tugging you back into the corridor while everyone was distracted in their own chaos.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you rambled at once. "I wanted it to just be us, I did, but then El started to paint her nails and Max starting opening up about how hard things have been and I've been trying to get her to open up and then Lucas appeared and you know things have been tough between them and then the others came and I couldn't throw them out without kicking them all and they're good kids and-"
Steve grasped your cheeks and kissed you. Only partly to stop your rambling, and the other because he'd been wanting to kiss you all day. He let himself indulge a moment too long before pulling away. "It's fine. We babysit tonight and then tomorrow, we're not leaving your bed, deal?"
You licked your lips of the taste of him and smiled. "Deal."
Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead as the stairs creaked.
"Oh hey Steve," greeted Robin as she casually walked down the stairs as if he hadn't left her at Family Video not long ago. "I didn't know you were coming tonight too." She pat his back and moved past him.
Steve wondered if Jonathon and Nancy were lurking somewhere in the garden. It seemed half of Hawkins knew you had the place to yourself.
"Oh fuck, Steve!"
"Yeah, yeah baby, you like that?"
Steve had made sure of his promise.
The night ended at midnight exact when Steve realised you had fallen asleep on the sofa. He draped a blanket over you and quietly but urgently shoved all the kids away, putting them on their bikes or cars (their parents collecting them) and sending them on their way.
Steve didn't want to wake you so he carried you upstairs and fell asleep with you.
The next morning you were up early to make breakfast, dressed only in one of Steve's flannels and panties. Just to drive him mad. You were half way through pancakes when Steve's arms wrapped around your middle and all but threw you on the sofa, flattening you there.
That's how you both ended up naked on your parents sofa, you in his lap, his cock stretching inside of you and moans bouncing off the walls.
You mewl into his shoulder, nails digging into his shoulders.
Steve rocked his hips into yours as you continuously grinded down on him. "Wanted you so long, baby, was- was going mad."
"I know, I know!" You groaned, pulling back and holding his face in your hands, laying your head against him.
The two of you bodies sweat together, the cushions on the sofa already fallen off the floor and your clothes thrown anywhere other than around you.
Steve meant what he said. He kissed you, all tongue and teeth, desperate to get as deep inside of you as possible and then some more.
You pulled back, Steve's lips dragging down your neck, collecting your sweat and pulse. "Ah, St-Steve!"
His hand held the small of your back, pushing you deeper into him leaving you biting down on your lip to stop screaming out. "You feel me there, huh? Feel me deep?" he all but whined.
You nodded. Your back arched, cunt squeezing him harder as you leant back, hand on his thigh to steady yourself. "Steve- Steve- I'm gonna-"
There was a sudden pounding at the door.
Your whined but not in the way Steve wanted as he felt your climax escaping him.
"No, no, no baby, focus," he cupped your chin, forcing your gaze on him. "Focus on me baby, let them knock."
You both had already guessed who it was.
Steve's eyes screwed shut as he rutted into you quick but the knocking was just as insistent.
"Steve! Y/N, we know you're in there!" Dustin called.
Steve shook his head, rocking you against him. "They-they don't- arg-"
"Steve! We can see your car outside!" added Lucas.
You sat up on him, a hand on the back of the sofa and another on Steve's shoulder. "Steve-"
You both knew you'd never have the day to yourself if they were there, knocking at the door every time you were going to finish.
Steve looked at the door and back to you.
"Maybe there's a spare key?" suggested Will.
"That's it!" Gently Steve helped you off him and almost regretted it at once at the sound of your small whine and the sight of his hard cock leaking and everything coming out of you-
Quickly, Steve grabbed a blanket and tied it around his waist, brushing his hair back as you picked up another discarded on the floor to cover yourself.
He kicked his jogging bottoms out the way as he went and swung open the door, catching the gang of them scrambling for a spare key under the flower pots.
Dustin noticed the hair on his chest and the sweat first, chuckling. "Damn, Steve, all that hair got you stressing-" he realised half way through just why he was sweating and standing there in only a blanket.
"No!" he said. "You cannot have either of us today!"
Will had the decency to blush and look away, Max's jaw was on the floor at what they'd clearly interrupted.
"We just want-" Mike tried.
"No! Nop! None! Zero! We are closed today!"
"Well, actually you seem pretty open-"
"You want to finish that sentence, Sinclair?" Said Steve. "All I want is a day alone, of peace with my girlfriend, and yes that means doing adult things."
El frowned. "Adult?"
Sometimes he forget El didn't know all the ins and outs of the world.
And sadly they'd caught Steve on the precipice of bursting (literally).
"Sex! Yes, that is what happy and loving couples do, that is what we have been trying to do but we keep getting interrupted! So, no, you cannot come in and no you cannot go to my house to eat snacks or go in the pool cause guess what? We're gonna do it there to!" he actually had no plans for that but he just might. "So please, please just move along and let us get to it!"
Lucas chuckled.
Dustin cleared his throat, his voice stuck in a higher pitch. "Okay. We'll er... we'll just... move on."
"Yes, thank you!" Steve waited at the door, waving them down and watching them go all the way down the street. Every time one of them looked back, he waved. He saw El leaning into Mike and his ears going red but he decided he'd let Mike deal with that one.
When he was sure they'd got far enough, Steve slammed the door, locked it and put a chain on for good measure.
You were laughing, face hidden in the blanket when he returned, standing over you with his hands on his hips. "I cannot believe you just did that."
"Oh," said Steve, dropping the blanket as he fell to his knees, pushing up your blanket and pulling apart your legs. "It was a long time coming. And speaking of coming..."
using your sweet boyfriend as your little personal dildo :(
You straddle Steve's hips, your thighs clamping down on either side of him as you sink onto his cock with a deliberate slowness that makes his breath hitch. He's already rock hard, thick length throbbing inside your slick pussy, but you don't give him the friction he craves. Instead, you hold still, feeling every inch of him stretch you, your walls fluttering around his girth while you savor the control. Steve's hands grip your hips, fingers digging in just enough to show his desperation, but you bat them away with a smirk.
"Not yet, baby," you murmur, leaning forward to brace your palms on his chest, your breasts brushing against his skin. His eyes lock on them, pupils blown wide with lust, but you lift your hips slightly, pulling off him almost to the tip before sliding back down in a torturously shallow grind. He groans, head falling back against the pillow, that perfect jaw clenching as he fights the urge to thrust up into you.
"Fuck, please," Steve begs, voice rough and needy, his cock twitching deep inside you. You ignore the plea, rolling your hips in a lazy circle that presses his head against your cervix, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. This is your show—your sweet boyfriend reduced to a living toy, his body yours to use however you want. You rise up again, higher this time, letting just the first few inches stay buried before dropping down hard, the slap of your ass against his thighs echoing in the room.
He gasps, abs tightening under your hands, but you lift off immediately, hovering with only the tip teasing your entrance. "You're so good for me, Steve. Just lie there and take it." Your words make him whimper, a sound so unlike his usual confident growls that it sends heat pooling in your core. You sink down fully once more, clenching your pussy around him like a vice, milking his length without moving. His hips buck involuntarily, seeking more, but you pin him down with your weight, nails scraping lightly over his nipples.
"Ah—shit, I need to move," he pants, brown eyes pleading up at you, sweat beading on his forehead. His cock pulses inside you, leaking pre-cum that mixes with your arousal, making everything slick and messy. You shake your head, starting a rhythm that's all for you—short, sharp bounces that let you grind your clit against his pubic bone on every downstroke. Pleasure builds in your belly, coiling tight as you use him, his thickness hitting just right without giving him the deep thrusts he aches for.
Steve's hands fist the sheets, knuckles white, as he watches you ride him like your personal fucktoy. "You're killing me here," he rasps, voice breaking on a moan when you pause at the bottom, rotating your hips to feel him drag against your inner walls. You lean down, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, tongue invading his mouth while you stay seated, your pussy squeezing rhythmically around his shaft. He kisses back hungrily, but you pull away first, straightening up to chase your own high.
The pace picks up, your bounces turning faster, wet sounds filling the air as you fuck yourself on his cock. Steve's breaths come in ragged bursts, his chest heaving, but he doesn't complain—just stares at you with that adoring, desperate gaze, loving every second of being at your mercy. "God, you feel incredible," he murmurs, even as frustration edges his tone. You reach down, circling your clit with your fingers, the added stimulation making you gasp and clench harder around him.
"This is what you get for being so damn sweet," you tease, voice breathy as the orgasm nears. You lift and drop, lift and drop, using his length to rub that perfect spot inside you, ignoring how his cock swells, how close he must be to the edge. His balls draw up tight against you, but you slow suddenly, grinding deep and still, denying him release. Steve whines, a low, broken sound, his hands reaching for you again only to drop back when you glare playfully.
"Please, baby, let me—" he starts, but you cut him off by slamming down hard, once, twice, your pussy fluttering wildly as you come undone. Waves of ecstasy crash over you, soaking his cock and thighs as you ride out the high, clenching and releasing around him in pulses that nearly push him over. But you don't let him follow—instead, you lift off entirely, his slick length slapping wetly against his stomach, glistening with your combined juices.
Steve groans in agony, hips jerking into empty air, his cock red and straining, tip beading with pre-cum. "Fuck, that's not fair," he complains, but there's a grin tugging at his lips, eyes dark with want. You slide down his body, hovering your dripping pussy over his face for a moment, letting him inhale your scent before you settle beside him, hand wrapping around his base in a loose grip.
"My toy doesn't get to cum until I say," you whisper, stroking him slowly, thumb swiping over the slit to spread the slickness. He bucks into your hand, moaning your name like a prayer, but you keep the pace agonizingly light, edging him closer without mercy. His body tenses, breaths shallow, and just as he teeters on the brink, you release him, watching his cock throb untouched.
"You're evil," Steve laughs breathlessly, though his voice is wrecked, chest rising and falling rapidly. You climb back on, sinking down onto him again, this time facing away so he can watch your ass bounce as you use him once more. The new angle lets him hit even deeper, and you moan loudly, hands on his knees for leverage as you fuck yourself senseless on his dick.
Dialogue spills from your lips between gasps—"Feels so good being filled like this,"—and Steve responds with filthy encouragements, even denied: "Take what you need, yeah, just like that." His hands finally get purchase on your hips, not guiding but holding on for dear life as you grind and bounce, building toward another peak. Sweat slicks both your skins, the room heavy with the scent of sex, and when your second orgasm hits, it's explosive, pussy gushing around him as you cry out.
This time, as you tremble through it, you don't pull away. Instead, you lean back against his chest, reaching up to tangle fingers in his hair while still impaled on his cock. "Cum for me now, Steve," you command softly, rolling your hips in invitation. He doesn't need more—thrusting up weakly but urgently, he spills inside you with a guttural moan, hot cum flooding your walls in thick spurts. You milk every drop, clenching around him until he's spent, both of you collapsing in a heap of limbs and satisfied sighs.
But you're not done yet. After a moment to catch your breath, you slide off, his softening cock slipping free with a wet pop, cum leaking from your pussy onto his thigh. You push him onto his back fully, straddling his face this time. "Clean me up, toy," you order, lowering yourself until his tongue darts out eagerly, lapping at the mess between your folds. Steve hums in approval, sucking gently on your clit, hands cupping your ass as he devours you like a man starved.
His efforts reignite the fire, and soon you're grinding against his mouth, using his tongue like an extension of your pleasure. "That's it, right there," you gasp, fingers tightening in his hair to hold him in place. He doesn't protest, just works you over with broad licks and firm sucks until you're coming again, flooding his mouth with your release. Steve swallows it all, moaning into your pussy as if it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
you roll off him, curling into his side. He's panting, cock twitching back to half-hardness already, but he just pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Anytime you need your personal dildo, I'm here," he murmurs with a chuckle, voice hoarse from all the begging and praising. You smile, tracing patterns on his chest, knowing you'll take him up on that offer soon enough.
✧˚₊‧ steve harrington fucking you silly after you get stood up !
his cock drills in and out of you, the bed creaking and the headboard cracking against the wall of your bedroom as he thrusts harder.
his hair was a mess, his hands gripping your thighs to the point you could see marks begin to appear on your skin, but you couldn't care. your mind was a jumbled mess, hair sticking to your forehead, mouth remaining agape no matter how many times you tried to keep it close.
steve leans in, pressing a kiss onto your lips, that fails halfway through because of a moan escaping your throat before he could lock lips, smirking against your chin. "poor baby." he whispers, you knew that cocky tone too well, you knew what kind of things it did to you. "can't even kiss me? that's sad... am i fucking you that good?"
your back arched off the bed, nails digging deep into steve's shoulders, leaving red markings on them as each thrust hits you harder and harder. he's always had an effect on you that you couldn't describe, but you didn't push away either.
neither shaking or nodding your head, you tilt your head back, hair sprawled on the pillow as your walls stretch around him. "steve! ngh, fuck! fuck! steve! s'so good..."
he smiles to himself, kissing your cheek as his hands drift down to the back of your knees, pushing your legs back to have your knees hit your breasts, leaning back. "oh yeah? too good huh? your pussy is incredible, baby, taking me so good."
you moan louder as he changes the position, feeling your heels hit his shoulders, toes curling up in the air as your hands find themselves in the bedsheets, curling the material.
you see, you were supposed to be going on a date at this time... keyword; supposed.
you were all dolled up, nice smelling perfume, lingerie ready because you were interested in this guy, you weren't going to front... but then, when you drove yourself downtown and went to the restaurant... he wasn't there.
minutes passed by, and he didn't show up, you even gave this bastard an hour to show up... he never came.
which left you, slightly embarrassed, more pissed if anything, in this nice restaurant, with no date. your interest in this guy immediately died after that.
but luckily, your friend, steve harrington, was at work at the family video right down the street from the restaurant, so you drove over to the family video, rented out a couple of movies, and definitely sensed steve's brown eyes on you.
so now, you were here, in your bed, completely naked, make up ruined and steve's cock bulldozing in and out of your wet folds.
"steveeeee, oh fuck! don't stop, don't fuckin s-stop!" you slur out, words getting mixed together and cut off, pleasure seeping into every fiber of your bones as he brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. you couldn't even feel half of your body, tingles running up your body, it felt so good.
"don't worry, hun." he whispers, squeezing your legs which fit perfectly in his palms. "don't worry 'bout me stopping. with this perfect cunt? how could i?" he asks, almost himself.
his voice alone makes your cunt flutter, but you squeeze around him anything, your version of telling him that you're close.
you're not close enough to bite him anyway.
his voice rings out again, mixing in with the wood cracking and the sloppy sounds of wet mixing with wet. "this pussy is so wet f'me... it's cute, honey, especially because you were waiting for someone else to ruin it only an hour ago."
your face heats up. "ste- steve, don't. please."
"oh but why not?" he shakes his heads, purposely dragging his cock against your walls slower than usual but going deeper. "because you know it's true? you know this sweet girl is so needy for some cock that she lets me fill it? it's perfectly okay sweetheart, just be honest 'bout it."
fuck him. fuck him for being able to ruin you so good, and fuck you for deciding to let him fuck you... especially because you know damn well he was going to act like this.
but thank any god above that your date bailed out on you, cause it got you a good taste of harrington cock!
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: seriously, I am addicted to writing about this fuck ass dude, I can’t stop. he’s so fun to write for too, he can be pathetic but so dominant at the same time… I’ve been thinking of creating some au’s for him and for other characters… having sum thoughtssss.
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Summary: Steve doesn’t hesitate when it comes to you. He will not tolerate if someone hurts his girl. And he will take care of you in any way he can.
Warnings: violence. hurt/comfort. attempt of SA (nothing graphic but please read with care). blood. Steve saying all the right things. dating Steve Harrington. no use of y/n.
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Steve’s almost done closing the Family Video Store.
He’s halfway to flipping the sign to CLOSED when the phone rings. He hesitates because normally no one calls this late. But that’s also why something in his chest twists. That can’t be good, right?
He picks up. „Family Video, this is…“
„Steve.“
Immediate relief floods his mind. It’s you, his lovely girlfriend.
Then he hears it. Your breathing goes fast and shallow and your sobbing. Every nerve in his body goes electric. „Hey. Hey, what’s wrong?“ His voice drops instantly, steady but tight.
„He won’t leave,“ you whisper. „Steve, he won’t leave me alone.“
His racing thoughts come to an abrupt stand. „Who.“
„My brother’s friend. He’s drunk. He…“ Your voice cracks. There’s a loud bang on the other end of the line. You gasp. „He’s trying to get in.“
Steve is already grabbing his keys. „Where are you?“
„My parents room. I locked it. He’s…“ Another bang, harder this time. „He’s hitting the door. Steve, I’m really scared.“
„Listen to me,“ Steve says with his fingers almost breaking the phone. „You stay locked in. Don’t open the door no matter what you hear. I’m coming.“
Steve doesn’t remember the drive. He remembers red lights blurring. His hands shaking on the wheel. Nearly missing a turn. The sick, crawling fear in is stomach.
When he stops the car, he jumps out without bothering to close the door behind him. He doesn’t care. Loud music blasting from the basement. He doesn’t care. Steve takes the stairs two at a time. The hallway is a mess. The bedroom door is open … broken by some guys hands.
And that’s when he sees it. You’re against the wall. Lip split and a bruise darkening your cheek. That guy - drunk, ugly and furious - has his hand on your wrist. The grip too tight for you to get away. His other hand near your throat and leaning in.
You’re struggling. Saying no.
Steve doesn’t think. He sees red.
„Get your hands off her!“
The guy barely turns before Steve is on him. He rips him back so hard, the guy stumbles. Steve’s fist connects with is face once. Twice. Three times. Years of bottled restraint and rage cracking wide open.
„You touch her again,“ Steve snarls, voice unrecognizable. „I will end you.“
The guy tries to swing back but he’s sloppy. Drunk. Steve’s rage is sharp and focused. Footsteps thunder up the stairs. Your brother shouting. Other voices pulling them apart before Steve can actually lose control and murdering your attacker.
The guy is dragged out and the door slams shut behind them.
Silence. Steve’s chest is heaving. His knuckles sting. His whole body trembling with leftover fury. Then he turns to you and the rage melts into something else entirely.
You’re shaking. Eyes wide in fear. Breath uneven, trying so hard to hold yourself together.
Steve’s voice changes. „Hey,“ he says softly. Careful, like he’s about to approach a wounded animal. „It’s me. It’s just me.“
You flinch at first - not from him, just from everything. He notices and it nearly breaks him. Steve drops to his knees in front of you. Slowly and without touching, so he wouldn’t scare you even more. „I’m here,“ he whispers. „You’re safe now.“
Your face crumbles and you fall into him.
He catches you instantly, arms wrapping around you tight but gentle. One hand cradling the back of your head away from his shoulder so he doesn’t press against your bruised cheek.
You break into full shaking sobs. „I told him no,“ You cry into his chest. „I told him to stop.“
„I know,“ Steve says quietly. „I know you did.“
„He wouldn’t listen… I swear I did…“
„That’s not on you.“ His voice is firm now, protective in a different way. „None of that is your fault. Not one second of it.“
Your fingers clutch his shirt like you’re drowning. „I was so scared.“
„I know,“ he says again and his voice cracks this time. „I should’ve been here sooner.“
„No,“ You choke out. „You came. You came to me.“
He presses his forehead gently to yours, careful of your injuries. „I’m so sorry,“ he breathes. „I’m so sorry you had to be scared like that.“
You shake your head weakly. „He said it was nothing. That I was overreacting.“
Steve pulls back just enough to look at you. His jaw tightens. „You said no,“ He tells you. „That’s it. That’s the whole sentence. That’s enough.“
You nod, tears still slipping down your face. His thumb brushes gently under your split lip, checking the damage like you’re made of glass.
„Does it hurt?“ He asks quietly.
You shrug. He exhales shakily.
„I need you to hear me,“ he says, voice softer that you’ve ever heard it. „You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t lead him on. You didn’t owe him anything. You don’t have to be polite when someone makes you uncomfortable. Not ever.“
Your breathing starts to slow. Steve shifts so you’re sitting on his lap on the floor, holding you fully now. One hand rubbing slow circles into your back. You bury your face in is neck and for a long time, he just stays like that.
Letting you cry. Letting you shake. Kissing your hair. Murmuring soft reassurances between two breaths.
When you finally quiet down, he pulls back slightly. „Can I clean your lip?“ He asks gently. „Just a little.“
You nod. He does it so carefully. Like he’s handling something sacred. After, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
„I’m really proud of you,“ Steve says suddenly.
You blink at him. „For what?“
„For fighting back. For locking the door. For calling me.“ His thumb brushes your cheek, avoiding the bruise. „You did everything right.“
Your eyes fill again - but not from fear this time. He presses his forehead to yours one more time. „I love you,“ he says. „And if anyone ever makes you feel unsafe again, I will be there. Always.“
„I love you too, Steve,“ You lift your chin and he closes the small distance between your lips. The kiss is soft like a feather. So gentle it almost shatters you into a million pieces.
When you part again, you catch his gaze. „Can you take me to your house? I - I don’t want to stay here tonight.“
Steve doesn’t hesitate. „Yeah. Yeah, of corse.“
He helps you stand, one arm firm around your shoulders, the other holding your hand. When your brother tries to approach - face pale, stammering apologies - Steve doesn’t even look at him. „Not now,“ he says calm but final.
Steve moves you quickly and careful. No one else gets to see you like this.
The drive is quiet. His hand never leaves your thigh. You’re starring out the window, but you’re not really seeing anything.
When you reach his house, he’s out of the car in seconds, coming around to open your door like he always does - except this time there’s no teasing. No princess comments.
Inside, the house is quiet and dark. Empty. Safe.
You stand there for a second in the hallway like you don’t know what to do with yourself. Then you whisper, „I feel … dirty.“
Steve’s heart squeezes. He steps closer but doesn’t crowd you. „You’re not,“ he says softly. „Not even a little.“
You swallow hard. „I just … I need a shower. I need it … him off me.“
„Okay,“ he nods immediately. „Towels are in the cabinet. I’ll get you one.“
You turn toward the bathroom, then pause. „Steve?“
He’s there instantly. „Yeah?“
Your voice trembles just slightly. „Will you … will you come with me?“
He blinks, clearly unsure what would be the right thing to say.
„Not like …“ you stutter. „Not like that. I just… I don’t want to be alone. And I don’t want to feel like it’s just me in there.“
Something protective and tender settles over his features. „Yeah,“ he says. „Yeah, I’ll come with you.“
Hey keeps his movements slow. Gives you control and let’s you set the pace. Te bathroom fills with steam, the water runs warm and you step in first. For a second, you just stand there under the spray, shoulders tight.
Steve steps in behind you a moment later, careful to give you enough space. The closeness is different tonight. Not playful or charged like usual. Just present.
Then you turn around and press your forehead against his chest. His arms come around you immediately.
„I can still feel the grip,“ you croak.
Steve exhales slowly, one hand cradling the back of your head. „I’ve got you,“ he murmurs. „I’ve got you now.“
You guide his hands. „Can you… wash me?“
It nearly undoes him - not because it’s intimate in a romantic way, but because you’re trusting him with something fragile. „Okay,“ he says gently.
He lathers soap in his palms first, warming it so it’s not cold against your skin. Then he starts at your shoulders. Slow and careful.
He doesn’t rush, doesn’t stare. Steve just focuses.
His thumbs glide down your arms, washing away sweat, fear and the ghost of someone else’s grip.
„You tell me if anything feels wrong,“ he says, voice heavy with affection.
„It doesn’t,“ you answer. „It feels better.“
When he reaches your wrists, he pauses - thumb brushing softly over where the grip had been too tight earlier. His jaw tightens at the thought of that. But he doesn’t say anything angry. Instead the presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
„You don’t belong to anyone but yourself,“ he murmurs against your skin.
Tears mix with the water on your cheeks. You turn so he can wash your back. His touch is featherlight at first, then steadier. The steam wraps around you both, warm and cocooning. For the first time all night, your breathing starts to slow down.
You lean back into him. He presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. „Still feel dirty?“
You shake your head. „No. Just tired.“
Steve rests his cheek against your damp hair. „Good,“ he says gently. „Your safe here.“
You tilt your face up and he kisses you - not desperate, not heated. Just slow, tender and reassuring. His hands stay respectful. Protective without being possessive.
When you finally step out of the shower, wrapped in his towel, he dries your hair with one of his own like it’s the most important task he’s ever had.
Later in his bed, your curl into him. His clothes feel like a shield on your body. His arm is around you. Solid and strong.
You press your face into his chest. „Thank you.“
„For what?“
„For not making me feel ashamed.“
He tightens his hold just slightly. „You never have to be ashamed,“ he says. „Not with me.“
And when you finally fall asleep, it’s the first deep, steady rest you’ve had all night. Steve doesn’t sleep much. He just holds you. And makes sure you stay safe.
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Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader
Warnings : MDNI ! 18+ heavy touching (f! receiving), dry humping, heavy making out, Steve and reader getting caught
Hawkins in the summer was a sticky, humid mess, but nowhere was hotter than the interior of Steve Harrington’s BMW when the windows were rolled up.
It had been going on for three months. Three months of stolen glances across the room at Family Video. Three months of hands brushing against each other a little too lingeringly when passing popcorn bowls to the kids. Three months of sneaking out of your window, or him sneaking into yours, figuring out exactly which floorboards in the Henderson house creaked and which were silent.
To the world, you were just Dustin’s older sister. The cool one. The one who actually understood D&D references even if you didn’t play, and who drove the kids to the arcade when Steve was "off the clock."
To Steve, you were... well, you weren't entirely sure what you were yet. But judging by the way his hand was currently sliding up the inside of your thigh while he kept his eyes on the road, you were definitely more than just "Dustin’s sister."
"Eyes on the road, Harrington," you murmured, though you didn't push his hand away. You leaned your head back against the headrest, watching the trees blur by.
"I am an excellent driver," Steve scoffed, his fingers tightening just slightly against your denim shorts. "I could drive this road blindfolded. Also, stop distracting me."
"Me? I'm just sitting here."
"Yeah," Steve breathed, glancing over at you, his eyes dark and dilated. "Exactly."
The kids were occupied. It was the golden hour of opportunity. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will were entrenched in a ten-hour campaign in Mike’s basement. Max and El were at the mall. For the first time in weeks, the Harrington house was empty, the parents were out of town (as usual), and the babysitting duties were suspended.
Steve turned the car into his long driveway, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. The engine hadn't even fully cut out before he was unbuckling his seatbelt.
"Coast is clear?" you asked, though you already knew the answer.
"Clear," Steve confirmed. "Nobody is coming by. I told the little gremlins I had a date."
You raised an eyebrow as you stepped out of the car, the humid air hitting you instantly. "A date? With who?"
Steve walked around the hood of the car, meeting you in the middle. He grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him. He smelled like hairspray, expensive cologne, and the faint, sweet scent of cherry slushie.
"With a very hot, very secret mystery girl," he grinned, that signature Harrington charm in full force. "She’s kind of a pain in the ass, though."
"Is she?" You looped your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Maybe you should dump her."
"Can't," Steve whispered, his voice dropping an octave, becoming rougher. He leaned down, his nose brushing against yours. "I’m pretty obsessed with her."
He kissed you then, not a soft, sweet greeting, but a hungry, desperate collision of mouths that told the story of two people who had been pretending not to look at each other for six hours straight.
The door to the Harrington house slammed shut, locking out the humidity and the rest of the world. The air conditioning was humming, a blessed relief, but it did little to cool the heat rising between you two.
You barely made it past the foyer.
Steve had you pressed up against the wall before you could even kick your shoes off. His hands were everywhere, tangled in your hair, gripping your waist, sliding down to cup your ass to lift you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, a routine perfected in the dark corners of the Hawkins Lovers' Lane and his bedroom.
"Bedroom," you gasped, breaking the kiss for air. "Steve... bedroom."
"Too far," he groaned against your neck, finding that sensitive spot right below your ear that made your toes curl. He bit down lightly, soothing the spot with a swipe of his tongue. "Couch. Now."
He carried you into the sunken living room, the one with the pristine carpets that his mother obsessed over. He deposited you onto the plush sofa, following you down immediately, his weight heavy and grounding.
This was the part of Steve no one else really saw. Everyone knew Steve the babysitter, the guy who wielded a nail-bat and fought Demodogs. Everyone knew King Steve, the high school legend. But this Steve? The one who looked at you with half-lidded eyes, lips swollen, hair a mess because your fingers had been running through it? This Steve was yours.
He hovered over you, bracing his weight on his forearms. "You look so good," he murmured, one hand coming up to trace the line of your jaw. "God, you have no idea how hard it was to watch Eddie try to flirt with you earlier."
You laughed breathlessly, arching up to meet him. "Eddie wasn't flirting. He was asking for a ride to the stash house."
"He was looking at your legs," Steve argued, his voice dipping into a possessive growl. "I wanted to strangle him with his own bandana."
"Jealousy is a bad look, Harrington."
"Not on me."
He kissed you again to shut you up, and the playful banter evaporated, replaced by a heavy, electric silence filled only by the sound of friction and harsh breathing. His hands were impatient now, sliding under the hem of your tank top. His palms were warm, slightly rough from work, sending shivers racing up your spine as he mapped out your ribs.
You arched your back, helping him pull the shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere onto the floor. Steve wasted no time, his mouth descending to the skin of your collarbone, moving lower. You tangled your hands in his hair, guiding him, a soft moan escaping your throat as his stubble grazed your sensitive skin.
"Steve," you breathed, his name feeling like a prayer on your lips.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with intent. He sat back on his heels, shucking off his polo shirt in one fluid motion. His chest was heaving slightly, a sheen of sweat already forming.
"You okay?" he asked, checking in. He always checked in. For all his bravado, he was incredibly careful with you.
"Better than okay," you promised, reaching out to pull him back down.
He settled between your legs, the friction of denim on denim maddeningly good. You could feel the hardness of him pressing against you, a promise of what was coming. His hands fumbled with the button of your shorts, his movements slightly frantic.
"Damn buttons," he muttered, frustration leaking into his voice.
"Patience," you teased, brushing your thumb over his lower lip.
"I have zero patience left," he admitted. He finally popped the button, the zipper following with a harsh rasping sound. He slid his hands inside the waistband, his fingers warm against your hips, pushing the denim down.
The air in the room felt charged, thick with static. You kicked your shorts off, leaving you in just your underwear. Steve groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in his chest. He leaned down, capturing your lips again, but this time it was slower, deeper. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting you, owning you.
His hand slid beneath the elastic of your underwear, finding the heat of you. You gasped into his mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.
"So wet," he whispered against your lips, his voice wrecked. "For me?"
"Only you," you managed to choke out.
He began to move his hand, a rhythmic, teasing pressure that made your vision blur. You threw your head back into the sofa cushions, your hands gripping his shoulders, his back, needing to anchor yourself. He knew exactly what you liked, exactly how to touch you to make you unravel.
"Steve, please," you whimpered, the tension coiling tight in your belly.
"I got you," he soothed, kissing down your throat to your chest. "I’ve got you, baby."
He shifted, his hand leaving you only to fumble with his own belt. The sound of the buckle jingling was the loudest thing in the room. He was ready to take this further, to finally bridge the gap you’d been building toward all day.
He positioned himself, his face hovering inches from yours, eyes searching yours for that final confirmation. You nodded, breathless, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
"I love you," he whispered, almost too quiet to hear.
"I love you t—"
CRASH.
The front door didn't just open, it flew open with the force of a battering ram, hitting the wall with a deafening thwack.
"STEVE! CODE RED! IT’S A CODE RED! WE NEED THE—"
The voice was unmistakable. It was the voice that had narrated your entire childhood. It was a voice that was currently cracking due to puberty.
Dustin.
Time seemed to freeze.
Steve froze. He was hovering over you, shirtless, his belt undone, his pants unbuttoned, your legs wrapped around his waist, your shirt on the floor, and your bra on full display.
You froze. You were pinned beneath the former King of Hawkins High, looking thoroughly ravished, with your little brother standing in the foyer, clutching a walkie-talkie and looking like he’d just seen a ghost.
Dustin stopped mid-sentence. He stood in the sunken living room entrance, his curly hair wild, his hat askew. He looked at Steve. He looked at you. He looked at Steve’s hand, which was... well, placed rather compromisingly. He looked at your discarded shirt.
The silence that stretched between the three of you was heavier than the Upside Down.
Dustin’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. His face went through a complex journey of emotions: Confusion. Recognition. Horror. absolute, unadulterated repulsion.
"OH MY GOD!" Dustin screamed. It was a scream that could shatter glass.
Steve scrambled backward so fast he nearly fell off the couch. He tripped over his own unbuckled belt, flailing wildly as he tried to cover himself with a throw pillow.
"Dustin!" Steve yelled, his voice cracking higher than it had since 1983. "Dude! Knock! You have to knock!"
"MY EYES!" Dustin yelled, turning around and covering his face with his hands, but then immediately spinning back around to point an accusing finger. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THAT IS MY SISTER! THAT IS MY BLOOD RELATIVE, STEVE!"
You grabbed the nearest blanket, an afghan Steve’s grandmother had knitted, and pulled it up to your chin, your face burning so hot you thought you might actually combust. "Dustin, get out!"
"GET OUT?" Dustin screeched. "I WALK IN ON... ON... THIS AND YOU TELL ME TO GET OUT? STEVE IS NAKED!"
"I am not naked!" Steve shouted, holding the pillow over his crotch like a shield. "I have pants on! Mostly!"
"YOU WERE EATING HER FACE!" Dustin looked like he was going to be sick. "I thought you were my friend! I thought you were my brother! You betrayed me! You’re sleeping with the enemy!"
"I am not the enemy!" you yelled from the couch.
"You are now!" Dustin retorted. "This is a violation of the bro code! Subsection C, Paragraph 4: No sisters! Especially not my sister!"
Steve stood up, trying to regain some semblance of dignity despite his disheveled hair and unbuttoned pants. He held his hands up in a placating gesture. "Henderson, listen to me—"
"No! Don't you 'Henderson' me!" Dustin paced frantically in a circle. "How long? How long has this been happening? Is this why you were 'busy' last Friday? Is this why you smelled like her perfume at the arcade?"
Steve and you exchanged a guilty glance.
"Oh my god," Dustin whispered, the realization dawning on him. "It’s been months. You guys have been... you’ve been..." He made a vague, disgusted hand gesture toward the couch. "On my spot! That is my D&D spot!"
"It’s my couch, Henderson!" Steve snapped.
"I sit there!"
"Okay, okay, calm down," you said, trying to inject some authority into your voice despite the situation. You stood up, wrapping the blanket around you like a toga. "Dustin, take a breath. You’re hyperventilating."
"I am traumatized!" Dustin yelled. "I need bleach! I need to scrub my corneas!"
"Dustin," Steve said, stepping forward. He looked serious now. The panic was fading, replaced by that protective instinct he always had for the kid. "Look, man. I know it’s weird. I know. But... I really like her."
Dustin stopped pacing. He peered through his fingers at Steve. "You what?"
"I like her," Steve said firmly, glancing back at you with a soft, apologetic look before turning back to Dustin. "Like, a lot. I’m not just... messing around. I care about her."
You felt your heart squeeze. Amidst the chaos and the shouting, Steve Harrington was standing there, half-dressed, declaring his feelings to your little brother.
Dustin lowered his hands. He looked at Steve, searching for the lie. He looked at you, seeing the blush on your cheeks and the way you were looking at Steve.
The silence returned, but it was less explosive this time. Just awkward.
"You... you like her?" Dustin asked, his voice skeptical. "Like, girlfriend like?"
"Yeah," Steve said, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, girlfriend like."
Dustin grimaced. He looked at the ceiling. He looked at the floor. He let out a long, suffering sigh.
"Jesus," Dustin muttered. "If you guys get married, that makes you my brother-in-law."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," you said quickly.
Dustin pointed a finger at Steve. "If you hurt her, Harrington, I will end you. I know where you sleep. I know your fears. I have Suzie, and she can hack into your bank account."
Steve chuckled, a nervous, relieved sound. "I believe you, Henderson. I’m not gonna hurt her."
Dustin looked between the two of you one last time, shook his head, and turned toward the door. "I’m leaving. I’m going to Mike’s. I’m going to try to forget I ever saw Steve’s nipples."
He grabbed the doorknob, then paused.
"By the way," Dustin said without turning around. "The code red? Lucas got his braces stuck on a Coke can. But I guess you guys are... busy."
He opened the door and marched out, slamming it behind him.
For a moment, neither of you moved. The echo of the slamming door faded, leaving only the hum of the air conditioner.
Steve let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging. He dropped the pillow onto the floor and looked at you. "Well. That went... poorly."
You couldn't help it. A giggle bubbled up in your chest. Steve walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your blanket-covered form. "He threatened to have Suzie hack my bank account. The kid is terrifying."
"He’s protective," you smiled, leaning your forehead against Steve's bare chest. "And he loves you."
"He hates me right now."
"He’ll get over it. Especially since you told him you... you know."
Steve went quiet. He pulled you closer, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head. "I meant it, you know. What I said."
You looked up at him. The playfulness was gone, replaced by that intense, warm gaze that made your knees weak. "I know. I love you too, Steve."
He kissed you then, sweet, slow, and full of promise. It wasn't the frantic, heated desperation of earlier. It was something solid. Something real.
"So," Steve murmured against your lips. "Dustin is gone. Lucas has a can stuck to his teeth. And we have the house to ourselves again."
You smirked, letting the blanket slip just a little. "Are you suggesting we continue where we left off? On Dustin's 'D&D spot'?"
Steve grinned, lifting you up into his arms effortlessly, making you squeak.
"Absolutely not," he said, carrying you toward the stairs. "We’re going to my room. I am not having Henderson walk in on me again. I don't think my heart can take it."
"Good plan," you agreed, burying your face in his neck as he carried you up the stairs.
The secret was out. The chaos had descended. But as Steve kicked his bedroom door shut and laid you down on his bed, you decided that dealing with Dustin’s drama was a small price to pay for this.
