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knock on wood ― steve harrington

KNOCK ON WOOD ― STEVE HARRINGTON

summary ... steve just wants five minutes alone with you, but your friends have incredible timing. aka the four times you and steve are interrupted by your wonderful friends, and the one time you actually find yourselves alone

pairing ... steve harrington x fem!reader (7.1k)

warnings ... smut!, like this is porn with very little plot, mentions of reader using she/her pronouns(like twice), kissing, like heavy making out, groping, grinding, dry humping, slight fingering, dirty talk, steve and reader are horny for each other, eventual p in v, unprotected sex, reader and steve keep getting interrupted when they start to get hot and heavy

note ... i don't write a lot of smut, which is funny considering the first things i wrote when i came back to this blog was smut...i digress, it's not something i regularly write, but i got this idea, and i couldn't get it out of my head. so now you get to read my messy ideas!

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ONE ― ROBIN

When you and Steve had decided to get an apartment together, you figured you’d get a hell of a lot of alone time, considering the two of you would now be living together.

What you didn’t realize, was now that you and Steve were living on your own, without eyes watching over you like little children, your small apartment, had become the new hot spot.

All your friends had designated it as HQ for hanging out, without having to worry about their parents looking over their shoulder.

That shows you, making friends with literal teenagers.

But tonight.

The apartment is empty.

You and Steve finally have the night to yourselves, and you were going to use it to the best of your abilities.

Steve had you pressed into the couch, hovering over you, one arm wrapped around your waist, while the other held his body up from crushing you.

Not that you would have minded.

His lips are firmly planted against yours, practically devouring your face with how hard he was going.

Your hands were wrapped around Steve’s neck, fingers looping in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging softly at the strands.

Steve groans.

The sound vibrates against your lips, you whine in return, arching your back into him.

“Sounds pretty” Steve mumbles.

The words are shared between your lips, breathy and low, his words meant for you and only you.

“Stevie” You sound just as breathy, more high pitched and whiny.

The arm around your waist loosens for a moment, Steve’s hand wandering up the sweater you’re wearing, palms scraping against your warm skin.

With the skills of a man who knows what he’s doing, Steve smooths his palm over your ribs, fingers gliding over the expanse of your skin, you shiver in delight, gasping as his nimble edge at your bra.

Those long fingers fiddle for a moment, following the seams of your bra, before he reaches the clasp at your back, with a subtle flick of his wrist, it comes loose, hanging around your chest, useless.

“I don’t know whether to be turned on, or worried, that you’re so good at that” You breathed, using one of your hands to reach beneath your shirt and maneuver the bra off your body, throwing it down on the ground.

“Turned on” Steve nodded, a smug smile on his lips. “Definitely turned on”

You rolled your eyes, pulling Steve back into your embrace, kissing his smug smile right off his face.

You left one hand twisting and hugging at Steve’s hair, while the other traversed down his back, gripping the back of his shirt in a tight fist, pushing down slightly, wanting him to be closer.

Steve followed your subtle direction without much coaxing, his hips slotting right against your parted legs.

His jean clad thighs brushed up against your bare legs, your skirt hiked up around your waist.

Steve grinds his hips down, the hardened bulge in his jeans brushing right up against your core.

“Shit” Steve moans, pressing his forehead against yours.

He does the motion against, grinding down on you a little harder, right down on your dampened underwear.

You let out a deep sigh, biting down on your lip as your hips buck up to meet Steve’s motions.

“That feels good Stevie” You whimper.

“Yeah” Steve’s grinning now, sliding his jean clad bulge up and down, over and over your center. “You like that sweetheart?”

“So much” You nodded quickly, eyes slipping shut.

Steve hums softly nudging your face with his nose, placing gentle kisses against your cheeks, down the slope of your neck.

The kisses are hot and wet, his teeth biting down softly on your skin, tongue lapping at the fresh bites, soothing the marks.

The hand under your shirt was now pressing against your stomach, reaching up to cup one of your breasts on his large hand, squeezing it.

“So fucking pretty” Steve mumbles into your neck, biting down a little harder this time.

You back arches again, pressing your chest right into his open palm, fingers tugging harshly at his hair in retaliation.

Steve moans at the feeling.

“Please Stevie” You say, your hand slipping beneath his shirt now, clutching at his muscled back.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart” Steve breathes the words against your skin, peering up at you with hooded eyes. “Use those pretty little words”

Your lips part, ready to demand Steve to fuck the ever loving life out of you, but you don’t get the chance.

Because, your front door swings open.

Hinges groaning with the force, door slamming against the wall.

And Robin comes storming in.

“I need your help, desperately, like you don’t even know how much I need your help right now” She comes in like a whirl wind, talking a mile a minute.

She’s so busy trying to talk her way into the apartment that she doesn’t even know what she’s interrupted.

You and Steve freeze, his face is still pressed into your neck, one hard gripping tightly at your breast. Your hand is shoved up his shirt, the other is holding onto Steve’s hair like your life depended on it.

Not to mention, you were spread out on the couch, with Steve grinding down on you like there’s no tomorrow.

“I asked Vickie on a date, like a real life actual date and I have no idea what I’m doing, and I'm so freaking nervous…and you know what I'm like when I'm nervous, I can’t shut up” Robin is still talking at super human speed, pacing the floor of your living room, tugging harshly at the strands of her short hair.

You feel hot all over, and not in the way Steve was making you feel hot mere seconds ago, this was pure embarrassment.

Steve wasn’t doing much better, he refused to look at Robin, refused to look at you, his face was beat red, ready to explode.

“I need you guys to talk me down, cause right now, I’m ready to throw myself off a really tall bridge, well not a really, really tall bridge, just tall enough that I get like, a little hurt…not like kill myself worthy, you know?” Robin continues to talk, but for the first time since she barged into your apartment, she looked directly at you and Steve.

The position was compromising to say the least.

“Oh god!” Robin shouted, covering her eyes with her hands. “Gross guys, you have a bedroom specifically made for stuff like this”

“You kinda barged into our apartment, without warning” You mumbled, finally finding the courage to push Steve off you.

Steve went willingly, situating himself on the total opposite side of the couch, not touching you at all.

You rigidly sat up, smoothing down your shirt, but realized that your bra was on the floor. You kicked it under the couch and crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide the fact that you currently weren’t wearing a bra.

Steve tugs his own shirt down, tugging at his jeans, trying to rearrange himself into a suitable position to hide the bulge in his jeans, but he settles for putting a cushion over his lap.

Completely mortified.

“But do you have to do it on the couch?” Robin whined, still covering her eyes. “We hang out on that couch”

“It’s our apartment” Steve’s voice is stilted, annoyed. “We can do it wherever we want”

You look at Steve, his face is still flushed, you can feel the embarrassment radiating off him. Your skin feels tingly, hot to the touch.

“You can uncover your eyes” You mumble quietly.

Robin peeks past a gap in her fingers, looking between you and Steve, when she deems that you guys are in fact decent, she removes her hands.

“I need help, you guys need to help me figure out what I’m gonna say” Robin says, she looks like she wants to situate herself on the couch between you, but she decides against it, with a wrinkle of her nose.

“How did you even get in?” Steve asks, ignoring Robin's pleas for help. “The door was locked”

“I have a key” Robin waves his concerns away.

“How do you have a key?” Steve asks, still confused.

“Dustin gave it to me”

“How does Dustin have a key?”

“He made one, dingus, can we get back to my problem now?”

Steve groans, throwing his head back against the couch, slouching down.

You sigh, butting yourself into their argument, knowing that if you don’t, they would be talking in circles for hours.

“You wanted help with your date with Vickie” You nodded at Robin.

“Yes,” Robin nods. “I need you guys to run fake date scenarios with me, so I know what to do, and what to say, so I don’t sound like a total dingus…like Steve”

“Hey!” Steve’s eyes snap open, glaring directly at Robin.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

TWO ― DUSTIN

Steve’s car hums softly as he drives back to your apartment.

He had taken you out to dinner. To a nice restaurant, five star dining, on his parents dime, because you both deserved it.

A long overdue date night, he had insisted, after what happened with Robin last week, you and Steve had been on edge.

But tonight, he was working the Harrington charm, trying to wiggle his way into your pants, and cementing himself into every crevice of your heart.

And he was thoroughly succeeding.

You turned your body to face him, Steve plants his hand firmly on your thigh, driving with one hand, occasionally peering at you, a wide smile on his lips.

You feel yourself smiling, warm and fuzzy feelings spreading across your chest.

“Tonight was nice” You murmured, not wanting to break the soft atmosphere in the car.

“Really nice” Steve agreed.

The roads were empty, driving past street lights and houses with their lights dimmed or completely off, it was just you and Steve out tonight.

It was nice.

And you were fighting the urge to jump Steve right here and now, if he wasn’t currently driving, it would be a game over.

Steve squeezes the meat of your thigh, long fingers digging into the flesh, palm warm against your already heated skin.

You place your hand on Steve’s, slowly trailing your fingers over each of his knuckles.

“I can’t wait to get you home” Steve hums, looking at you for a moment, before turning his attention back to the road.

You feel a burning in your stomach.

“Yeah?” You question. “What are you gonna do to me?”

Steve squeezes your thigh again.

“I’m gonna kiss the freaking crap out of you” Steve starts tame, but you know him too well, and by the smirk spreading across his lips, you know what’s coming.

“I’m gonna strip you down, and bury my head between your thighs until you’re shaking” That warm feeling in your stomach is tenfold now. “Then I’m gonna fuck you, slow and deep, because that’s what you need, isn’t it sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Stevie” You nod. “I want it, I want you”

Steve’s responding chuckle is deep, throaty. It sends a shiver down your spine, like a forewarning about what’s going to happen.

“I know you do,” Steve glances at you again. “I want you so much, you have no idea”

You slide Steve’s hand further up your thigh, pushing his fingers past the hem of your dress.

Steve’s breath hitches, but he says nothing.

So you continue to push his hand further up your thighs, the tips of his fingers brushing up against the soft cotton of your underwear, you let out a sigh at the feeling.

Steve moves his fingers on his own accord, slipping a single finger under the hem of your underwear, brushing up against your wet cunt.

“Oh, sweetheart” Steve groans, head tilting back slightly, eyes still trained on the road before him.

“Stevie” You whimpered, feeling the pad of his finger sweep up, catching right on your clit. Your hips bucked involuntarily, trying to entice him in further.

Steve gave you what you wanted, another finger slipped beneath the hem of your underwear, joining his first finger in brushing up against your most sensitive spot.

“You’re wet already” Steve murmured, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “That’s all it take huh, dinner and a little dirty talk”

You whimpered as his fingers started drawing slow circles around your clit.

“Only for you” Your voice is airy.

Steve groans.

You guys are close to your apartment now, but you didn’t have it in you to wait much longer, and it seemed neither did Steve.

His fingers continue their slow circles, your hips move with his movements chasing your pleasure.

Steve pulls into your street, parking on the road right outside your apartment. He slides his fingers from inside your underwear, eliciting a whine from you.

You watch as Steve brings his fingers up to his lips, and sucks them completely clean, groaning around the appendages.

“Fuck, sweetheart” Steve looks at you with hooded eyes.

And suddenly, you're not in your chair anymore.

Your body moves without really telling your brain what it’s doing, wrapping your legs around Steve’s waist, gripping his shoulders with a rough grip, pressing your chest against his as you kiss him.

Steve’s hand rests on your waist, pulling your body down on his lap, there’s very little space for you to work with, but that just means you guys are pressed together, neither of you are complaining.

Steve’s tongue licks at the edge of your lip, you part your lips, letting him wedge his tongue into your mouth.

You moan against his lips, your hips press firmly down on his lap, nudging the forming tent in Steve’s slacks.

“Can’t even make it into the apartment” Steve shakes his head.

You are not really listening to him.

You trail your lips down his cheek, down his jaw, feeling the remnants of the stubble Steve’s let grow out, down, down, down his neck, pausing at the meeting point of his neck and his shoulder, you tug at his button up shirt, pulling the collar, but to no avail.

You reach up to un button the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing more of his skin, and the hair that decorates his broad chest.

Your lips continue their assault, kissing his warm skin, biting down softly on his shoulder.

“Shit” Steve’s head tilts back, allowing you the space to mark him up, however you want to.

Steve uses his hand to move your hips, gliding you across the smooth fabric of his slack, the glide is easy and the friction pleasurable.

“Touch me Stevie” You whisper.

Steve follows your command, slipping one of his hands beneath your dress, not bothering with your underwear, slipping right underneath the fabric, heading straight for the goods.

Before anything can really get underway, a loud knock slams against the passenger side window.

You jump in Steve’s lap, her head banging against the roof of Steve’s car. While Steve is trapped under your body, not that he’s complaining, but he whipped his hand out from under your dress, he uses his other hand to cup the back of your head, soothing the slight bump.

You both turn, looking through the slightly fogged up window, you see a figure standing outside the car, looking less than pleased.

You sighed, leaning back over and falling into the passenger seat, before winding the window down.

Dustin Henderson.

“Come on Henderson” Steve groans, head leaning against the head rest, eyes squeezed shut, as if it would make the boy disappear. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Movie night” Dustin said sternly, holding a VHS in his hand, giving you both a pointed look. “But you guys were too busy feeling each other up, to notice me”

You felt heat licking up your spine.

If Steve felt embarrassed, he didn’t let it show, he looked more annoyed if anything.

“Dude, seriously!” Steve cried out, throwing his hands up in the air, exasperated.

“You promised!” Dustin accused, pointing a finger at Steve.

“We’re busy” Steve motions between the two of you. “Clearly”

“Yeah” Dustin spat, looking more disgusted than you’ve ever seen him. “I’ve seen more of you than I have ever wanted to”

“Then go home!” Steve shouts.

“It’s dark, you expect me to bike home in this shit!” Dustin shouts back.

You worry about the neighbours hearing you.

“Okay” You settle, sitting up in your seat, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. “Let’s take a beat guys”

“You biked here, you can sure as hell bike back!” Steve continues to shout around you, looking Dustin square in the eyes.

“You suck Harrington!” Dustin is pouting now, eyes narrowing in a menacing glare.

Dustin throws his hands up in the air, turning his back to the both of you, storming his way over to where he’s left his bike.

You sigh loudly.

Looking at Steve.

Who looks like he’s ready to start another fight.

On any other occasion, you would have enjoyed dragging him upstairs and getting his anger out in a way that made you both feel good, but you could really do that now.

Not when you would feel guilty.

Steve looks at you, and he starts to shake his head.

“No” Steve says firmly. “Not happening, he’s going home, and we’re gonna get back to where we were”

“We can’t let him do that” You deny. “It’s dark and it’s late”

You know your guilt tripping him.

But the moods been ruined, once again.

Steve sighs heavily.

He looks at Dustin through the windshield, who’s hovering around his bike, looking like he’s waiting for something.

“Stupid little shit” Steve mutters, admitting defeat.

“You love him, I know you do” You smile, leaning over to kiss him, once, twice, before pulling away.

Steve huffs.

“I love you” He corrects, slapping his palms against his thighs. “He’s lucky you care”

“Sure” You nod to appease him, but you both know that Steve really does care about Dustin, even when he’s driving him up the wall.

You and Steve hop out of the car.

“Don’t make me regret this” Steve mutters, you both walk up together, Steve’s arm is around your shoulders, yours is around his waist.

“Come on” Steve called out to Dustin, nodding at the front door.

Dustin is beaming now.

He throws his bike down, running up to the front door, talking about the movie in his hand.

You smile.

Steve huffs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

THREE ― NANCY + JONATHAN + ROBIN

Steve’s new job at the WSQK radio station, The Squawk, meant he was spending a lot of his free time there. Which, in turn, meant that you were spending a lot of your free time there.

It was a base camp for the crawls.

The trips to the upside down.

Looking for Vecna, under the guise of running a radio show.

It wasn’t all bad.

The building was pretty cool. There was a wall of shelves that went from floor to ceiling, records upon records sat on the shelves. Anything that you could think of, was hidden on those shelves, even the ones so obscure that not even Jonathan knew them.

And you liked watching Steve work the sound effects on Robin’s show, so focused on finding the right sounds, and playing them at just the right moment.

The way his brows would furrow, swinging back and forth between the machine and the pile of tapes with labeled sound effects. The way he would grab his cup of coffee, taking quick sips of the sludgy liquid, watching the way his throat boobed with the motion.

You were a wreck.

Steve drinking coffee was turning you on.

It was getting bad.

Steve wasn’t much better, which made you feel a little less bad.

Steve watched you from his post, stretched out across the couch, flipping through a pile of records as you spoke with Robin, soft flow of music playing through the air.

The show wasn’t supposed to start for another thirty minutes.

And just having you on the couch, was doing things to Steve, things he really shouldn’t be thinking about in the confines of the booth, his place of work.

“This one?” You asked, holding up a Cyndi Lauper record, to which Robin shook her head, nose scrunching.

“We played her songs way too much last week” Robin explained, flipping through another stack. “We need more variety”

You huffed.

Steve felt his heart clench.

“There, uh, there are some more records in the basement” Steve stumbled over his words, drawing your and Robin’s attention to him. “We could grab a couple of those, see if they’re any good”

“Yeah, I think I saw a Prince album down there last week, could be worth a look” You agreed, placing the record in your hand back on the stack.

“Sure” Robin shrugged.

“I’ll go down and have a look” Steve nodded, looking at you, giving you a slight quirk of his eyebrow. “Wanna help?”

“Okay” You nodded.

Robin shuffles her chair closer to the desk, sparing you both a strange look.

“Keep your hands to yourself down there dingus” She warns, pointing a finger in Steve’s direction. “This is a place of business, not your love nest”

“Why are you telling me!” Steve exclaimed. “Why don't you tell her that?” Steve pointed an accusatory finger at you.

“She has more self control than you” Robin replies, shrugging her shoulders.

“No she doesn’t” Steve denied.

Robin looks at Steve, deadpan and unbelieving.

Steve scoffs loudly.

You are so glad that Robin can’t hear your inner monologue right now, because she would have to turn her judgment onto you, because right now, you were ready to climb Steve like a freaking tree.

“Whatever” Steve rolls his eyes, opening the door to the booth, motioning you to go first.

You gladly make your escape, feeling heat spreading across your neck. Steve takes your hand in his, gripping it tightly, leading you to the secret door to the basement.

The basement was drafty, empty and completely quiet.

This was normally the place everyone met up to get ready for the next crawl, there were blueprints and town maps strewn across tables, colour coded texts and blocked maps, a projector was sitting in the middle of the room, awaiting use.

But the basement was also a holding place for all the older and underused records.

But you and Steve were clearly not here for that.

You pulled Steve to a halt, pushing his tall frame against the nearest wall, he’s surprised, but takes it in his stride, large hands gripping your hips, long fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt.

A shiver ghosts your spine, his fingers are cold against your warm skin. You lean in to kiss Steve. The kiss is frantic and quick, a little sloppy, the lack of intimacy making you and Steve loose control.

You pressed your hands against his chest, feeling his heart thudding beneath your palm. Steve bites your lip, harder than you think he was meant to, caught up in his excitement.

“Sorry” Steve breathed out.

“‘s fine” You murmur, using the lapels of his jacket to tug him back into you.

Steve grunts, going right back to kissing you.

His hand reached around, pressing deep into the back pocket of your jeans, palms cupping your backside in a harsh grasp.

“Steve” You whisper, back arching, pressing your chest against Steve's.

“I know” He breathes.

He pulls his hand from your pocket, wrapping his large hands around your thighs, lifting you with an astounding amount of ease.

You let out a soft giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulder, digging your fingers into his soft hair.

Steve laughs, turning your bodies around, now he was pinning you against the wall.

Steve pauses a moment, taking you in.

“Hi” You smile, it’s soft and warm.

Steve feels a hot sensation building in the pit of his stomach, it spreads through his chest as you run your fingers through his hair, he really loved when you played with his hair.

“Hey sweetheart” Steve smiles back.

That smile has your heart fluttering, a tingle of warm zinging right through your body. Steve’s gaze is piercing, like he can truly see all of you, he wants to see all of you. His love for you bleeds through every glance, those warm honey brown eyes, a pool you’d love to swim in.

Steve kisses you again.

It’s a little slower now. A little warmer.

Steve holds your body, hands digging into the meat of your thigh, your back is up against the wall, cold cement chilling you through your top.

Your tongue slips past Steve’s lips, he groans loudly, lips parting, tongues brushing.

“Guys, Nancy and Jonathan are here, there’s gonna be a--Seriously!”

The door to the basement is slid open, Robin bounding her way down the stairs with Nancy and Jonathan coming in behind her.

Steve drops your thighs, your legs slam down very gracelessly, you wince as your boot clad feet smack against the concrete. Steve spares you a sorry glance.

“Again!” Robin exclaims, standing on the stairs, hands on her hips.

Nancy and Jonathan are struggling to muffle their laughter, taking in Steve’s flushed cheeks, and your down cast eyes, not feeling brave enough to lock eyes with Robin.

“I told you to keep your hands to yourself Steve!” Robin exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Steve scoffed.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t the one who started this” Steve muttered, motioning between the two of you with a waggaling finger.

“Steve!” You cried, slapping his arm.

“Ow! Sorry!” He said, clutching his arm, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Okay, keep it in your pants you guys” Nancy joked goodnaturedly.

“The radio station, that’s what gets you going huh?” Jonathan snicked behind his hand.

“Shut up” You mutter.

“I can’t believe this” Robin is running her fingers through her hair. “I thought Steve was the menace in your relationship, turns out I was wrong”

You rolled your eyes.

“Can you blame me?” You say, but it’s quiet, and lacks the confidence your candance normally carries.

“Not in our place of work!” Robin chastised, like you and Steve were a pair of dogs she was training.

“All right,” Steve waved her off. “We get it, we can’t do it at the station, or in my car or in our own freaking apartment, just let us know where and when then”

Steve puts his hands on his hips, looking expectantly at Robin, whose cheeks are a soft shade of pink.

“Not the time or the place lover boy” Nancy cuts in.

“It’s crawl time” Jonathan finishes the statement. “So both of you, behave”

Maybe next time, you’d finally get it right.

FOUR ― THE PARTY

Steve buys tickets for the first movie on the list, not interested in watching anything in particular. You are waiting on the sidewalk, hands in the back pockets of your jeans, swaying from heel to toe.

Steve grins.

You are so goddamn pretty.

“Two tickets for the lovely lady” Steve muttered softly, coming up behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist, while the other hand waved two tickets in your face.

You giggle softly, taking your hands out of your pockets, wrapping one hand around his wrist with the tickets on hand, while the other rests against the large hand pressed against your stomach.

“What’re we watching?” You asked.

“No idea” Steve shrugs, though you can’t see it, you feel the motion against your back. “It’s a dark theater, away from everyone we know, I couldn’t care less what the movie actually is”

You laugh, turning your head, looking at Steve over your shoulder.

“Let’s go inside, before you jinx it”

“Why would I be the jinx here?” Steve asked, bewildered. “They come looking for you, not me”

You take Steve’s hand from your waist, winding his fingers around your own. You let his other hand go, turning on your heels, facing him. Using your now free hand, you press softly against his chest, nudging him to the movie theater.

“Can’t help it if I’m your better half” You sigh, like it was a tough job.

Steve scoffs, but there is a smile on his face, using your conjoined hands to swing his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Don’t I know it”

You and Steve enter your designated theater, the room was fairly empty, only a few people milling around the small room.

You and Steve take a seat in the very last row, right in the middle of the row. You nestle down in your seat, Steve’s arm still around your shoulders, as he sits in the seat beside you.

“It’s a rerun of some movie” Steve whispers in your ear. “They’ve been showing it for two weeks now, there’s no chance they’re gonna be here”

“What movie is it?” You ask, tilting your head.

“Who cares, are you actually gonna watch it?” Steve asks, tilting his head, mirroring your actions, making you smile. “While all this is sitting beside you”

Steve makes a sweeping motion with his hand, trailing from head to toe, as if him just sitting next to you, was temptation enough.

And right now, it was.

It was driving you crazy, just being this close to Steve.

Just having his arm around your shoulder was sending you into overdrive, the soft smell of his aftershave clinging to his sweater, feeling his warmth pressed to your side.

The interruptions to your alone time were seriously messing with your nervous system.

You and Steve have never gone this long without…well doing anything really, you didn’t have room to breathe around each other, before someone was knocking on your door, or walking into something they really shouldn’t have seen.

And, it seemed, it was affecting Steve just as much.

He was leaning into your personal space, more than usual, like he had to have a hand on you at all times, it was the most action he had seen in weeks.

“What movie?” You asked, playing dumb, leaning further into Steve.

And he grins like the cat who caught the mouse.

Steve unlaces your fingers, using the hand around your shoulders to press against the back of your head, tangling in the strands of hair, holding your head gently as he presses his lips against yours.

His lips are persistent, hungry, looking for the one thing he’s wanted.

You aren’t much better.

You meet his lips with just as much enthusiasm, pressing one hand against Steve’s thigh, using it as leverage to push your body closer to his, though the arm rest was digging into your stomach, you paid it no mind.

Steve groaned softly at the feel of your hand against his thigh.

“God” He mumbled against your lips, kissing between his slightly slurred words. “I feel like a horny teenager again”

Steve muffles your laugh with his lips, not giving you the space to part from him.

You and Steve kiss like this might be the very last kiss you’ll have.

You feel Steve’s teeth bite down on your lip, it’s harsh, and you wince a little, but the shiver that runs down your spine is a good distraction.

“Steve” You whimper softly.

Steve’s fingers, which are wrapped up in the strands of your hair, tighten, liking the sound of his name on your tongue.

He wanted to hear that and only that from your lips from now on, until the day he dies.

You guys really needed to fuck before you both combust.

Making out in a movie theater was not a new concept for you and Steve, you’d done it before, recreationally. It was always a little bit of daunting fun, doing something crass in public.

But now…

It was the last place you and Steve had thought of, because everywhere else had been invaded.

And you guys loved your friends, you really did, but right now, you hated them very much.

You just wanted to jump Steve’s bones.

Steve’s other hand had wound itself around your waist, his forearm digging into the arm rest, but that was the least of his concerns.

He was currently trying to find a way to super glue your body to his, in the most nonchalant way.

You use your other hand to grip Steve’s sweater, the fabric smooth and warm beneath your clenched fist, you want to yank him right out of his chair and on top of you.

And you might have just done that.

If you hadn’t heard a crowd of familiar voices.

“What the hell Harrington!”

Steve’s groan is immediate, annoyed right to his core.

He, very reluctantly, pulls away from your kiss. He looks over his shoulder, to see a very annoyed Dustin.

He had a rather large popcorn clutched in his arms, looking at Steve like he had betrayed him.

Behind Dustin stood Max and Lucas, who were enjoying the agony on Steve’s face way more than they should be. And next to them, Mike is smirking from ear to ear, El clutching his hand with a gentle smile. Will is standing beside Dustin, looking like he wished he was anywhere but here.

“Fucking Henderson” Steve muttered, hanging his head, pressing his face into your neck, as if that would get the teenagers to disappear.

You patted the back of his head, as Steve grumbled into the softness of your sweater.

“I tried calling you like a million times” Dustin continues on, not missing a beat. “You could have at least told us you were gonna be here tonight, we needed a ride”

“I didn’t tell you idiots on purpose” Steve muttered against your neck, his breath fanning across your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake.

“Mike’s mom had to take us” Dustin grumbled, making his way down the row, intent on berating Steve up close and personal. “Could have saved us the trouble”

You run your fingers through Steve’s hair, tugging softly at the strands of brown hair, making Steve’s breath hitch, the hand he had resting on your waist, tightens its grip.

“Dude” Max scoffs, she lingers somewhere behind Dustin, further down the row. “I don’t think they wanted your company”

“Shut up” Dustin mutters, throwing himself down in the seat beside Steve, spilling popcorn in his lap in the process.

“What are you guys even doing here?” Dustin asks. “You guys know this is a Star Wars rerun right”

“Oh my god” You whisper, feeling Steve tense, you stopped tugging at Steve’s hair.

“Yeah” Lucas's smug voice joins the ranks, leaning over in his seat. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Shut it, Sinclair” You mutter, tossing a mean look over at the boy, who sat back in his seat, snickering with Max beside him.

“I didn’t know you were a Star Wars fan Harrington” Mike chimes in, and you’ve never wanted to smack a bunch of kids before, but they were making it really difficult right now.

Steve pulls his head away from you, snapping in the direction of the six teenagers filling up the row, he scowls at each and every one of them.

“I’m gonna kick your ass Wheeler” Steve points a finger at Mike, who grins even wider, nudging El with his elbow, and she smiles at the way the vein on Steve’s forehead becomes more pronounced.

And Will, god bless his sweet soul, send you a very sorry look, his cheeks were a bright red.

You smiled gently at him.

At least one of the six of them was decent.

The light starts to dim around you, and the kids are nice enough (for now) to leave you and Steve alone.

“I can’t believe this is the movie you picked” You hissed the words between you and Steve, not willing to speak any louder, less one of the little gremlins heard you.

“I wasn’t paying attention” Steve whined, looking back at you with those soft brown eyes, the very ones you had trouble saying no to.

“The name Star Wars didn’t tip you off?” You questioned, tugging at his hair, a little harsher than you meant to.

Steve winced, cheeks flushing, flustered over being found and humiliated by the very people you had been avoiding.

“I’m sorry”

He looked kind of pitiful, and you really couldn’t stay mad at Steve. It did help that you were already annoyed that you guys had been found, once again, you and Steve were sharing this ruin.

You sigh, leaning over to smack a kiss on Steve’s cheek, loudly and over the top. Dustin looks over at the pair of you, mouth full of popcorn, and disgust clearly written on his face.

“Don’t worry about it” You shook it off, settling back in your seat, Steve followed you down, resting his head against your shoulder. “We’ll get it right eventually”

Steve sighed.

FIVE ― ALONE AT LAST

You and Steve were determined.

Robin was out with Vickie. Nancy and Jonathan were at the Wheeler house looking after Holly. Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max were at the arcade.

You were finally, finally, alone.

And you were taking advantage of it.

You pulled your top off, throwing it somewhere around Steve’s bed, reaching back to unclasp your bra, sliding it down your arms, throwing it down with your shirt.

Steve follows suit, tugging off his thick brown sweater, kicking off his sneakers and un-buttoning his jeans, his checkered boxers peeking out of the waistband.

“Come here sweetheart” Steve motions you over.

You go willingly, slipping your hands around his waist, his skin flushed and hot. One hand lands at the back of your head, fingers buried between strands of your hair, the other hand is cupping your cheek, thumb caressing slow sweeps over your cheekbone.

“You gonna kiss me or what Harrington” You teased, all breathy and like, leaning into his hand.

Steve smirks.

He plants his lips on yours.

You breathe a sigh of relief, like he’s your lifeline on a sinking ship.

The kiss isn’t inherently desperate, but there’s an underlying feeling of need, wanting each other, needing to feel his skin on your skin, without barriers or interruptions.

Steve stumbles you both to the edge of his bed, lowering you both onto the plush mattress, feeling his cool covers gliding across your back.

You sigh against his lips.

Steve lets go of your hair, maneuvering his hand down to the waistband of your jeans, undoing the button with ease, sliding the zipper down, until his fingers are brushing over the smooth cotton of your underwear.

He doesn’t waste any time, slipping his fingers inside, rubbing circles directly on your clit. You were wet, turned on and ready.

Your back arches, inviting his fingers to slip in a little further. Steve takes the initiative, sliding his fingers down until they prodded at your entrance. You clench around nothing but the thought of Steve’s fingers, buried deep inside your pussy.

“Yes” You whisper, nodding your head, biting your lip.

Steve slips a single finger inside your pussy, feeling your wall clenching around the appendage.

“Like this?” Steve murmurs the words in your ear.

His finger slides out, you keen loudly, pleading for him. Steve grins, slipping his finger back in, repeating the motion, before slowly easing a second finger inside your wet heat.

“Just like that” It’s a breath sigh, words barely finding their way out of your lips.

Steve’s fingers work wondering, and to make a pleasurable situation better, his thumb reaches up to rub circles on your clit.

“Want to fuck you sweetheart” Steve’s voice reaches your ears, it’s low and grumbled, his hips rutting against your thigh, you can feel his hardened cock beneath his jeans. “You gonna let me fuck you?”

“Yes, yes” You nod so quickly, Steve wonders how you haven’t given yourself whiplash.

Steve pulls his fingers from your pussy, wiping them on the back of his jeans, before he reaches down to tug your jeans from your legs, leaving you in a pair of red cotton underwear, with a pretty white bow.

“So pretty” Steve sweeps his hair away from his eyes, brushing his knuckle over the damp spot on your underwear.

Your hips arched, pussy aching for his touch.

“Take your jeans off Stevie” You say, reaching a hand out to brush his jean clad thigh.

Steve shuddered, coming to stand at the end of the bed, shucking his jeans off his legs, kicking them away, standing only in his boxers.

“Those too” You pointed to his boxers.

Steve smirks, pulling his underwear down his legs, slowly, watching you watch him, enjoying your eyes on him.

Steve’s boxers fall around his ankles, his cock standing proud, tip a ruddy red colour, weeping slightly, standing tall against his stomach. His large hand comes around the base of his cock, jerking his hand up and down the length, slowly, torturing you.

“Please” You whimper.

Steve crawls his way up the bed, up your body, his cock brushes the length of your leg, until it settles right between your legs, the tip of his cock barely touching your center.

“You want my cock, don’t you sweetheart” Steve pressed his lips to your neck, lathering you in slow, open mouthed kisses.

“So much” You say.

Steve reaches between the two of you, grasping his cock once more, sliding this tip up and down your pussy, tip catching on your clit with every brush.

You moan loudly, hands grasping Steve’s broad shoulders. Steve shuddered at the feeling of your essence coating his cock, slipping through your folds with ease.

Steve lips his cock down, until the tip was nudging at your entrance. He pushed, gently, slowly and watched as the tip, just the tips, slipped easily into your wet heat.

“Fucking finally” He breathed out, feeling like he was finally where he should be.

“Oh” You gasp, as Steve pushes his cock further into your pussy, the stretch mouthwatering.

You’re warm and wet, practically gushing around Steve’s throbbing cock, clenching around him.

“So wet sweetheart. So tight” Steve groans, head bent, watching every inch of his cock slip inside your weeping pussy.

You know Steve’s cock is big, you’ve known it for as long as you guys have been together, but it feels bigger now, longer somehow. You peer down, seeing about half of Steve’s cock buried inside you, and you already feel full to the brim.

“Shit, Steve”

Your nails grind down into Steve’s smooth skin, crescent indents in their wake, but it only urges Steve on, the sharp pain eliciting a loud groan, pressing his head against your sternum.

His hips buck suddenly, pressing his length further inside your wet heat.

You shudder.

Steve moves his hips, until your pussy is flush against his pelvis, cock buried deep inside, throbbing against your clenching walls.

“So fucking deep” You breath, biting your lip, head thrown back, eyes fluttering closed.

“Pretty pussy sucking me in so good sweetheart” Steve hums, lips pushing hot air against your skin, his sweaty forehead sticking to your chest. “Wanna be buried in you, fucking forever”

Steve pulls his hips back, before snapping forward in one sharp thrust.

The sound of skin on skin, wet slapping sounds, your breathy whimpers and Steve's sharp groans reach every inch of the room, echoing in your ears, bouncing around your brain.

Steve places both his hands on your hips, sitting up on his knees, keeping his cock buried deep in your pussy. He spreads his knees, situating himself, giving him the perfect view of his cock inside sliding in and out of your wet heat.

His hips pick up their pace, pistoning back and forth, cock slipping in and out of your pussy, your wet heat fluttering at the new pace, gut clenching, mind shattering.

“Yes, Steve!” Your back arches further, barely touching the bed at this point, head burning into the soft cushions.

“That’s it sweetheart” Steve mumbles, words low and raspy. “Take it, take all of it”

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

The wet sounds have you clenching around Steve, who groans, throaty and deep.

His fingers are digging into the fat of your hips, leaving little indents, marking your skin for days to come, little finger shaped bruises.

Your hands are clenching, one grasping the soft sheets, while the other clenched around your tit, tugging at your pert nipple, twisting and pulling, pleasure shooting through you from head to toe.

“Want you to come” Steve huffs, sweat pearly on his skin, slipping down his focused face. “Want you to come on my cock sweetheart, you gonna give it to me?”

“Uh-huh” You agreed, nodded your head quickly, words seemed foreign on your lolling tongue.

Steve’s hip snapped up, his hands gripping your hips, raising you up until your hips were hovering off the bed and resting on the edge of Steve’s knees, snapping back and forth.

You were dripping, his cock shiny with your essence.

Your fingers tightened around the sheet.

Your eyes flutter open, looking up at Steve, lids droopy, lips parted, sharp breaths of air.

Steve looks in his element.

Brows furrowed, skin shimmering with sweat, biting down on his lips so harshly, you might have been worried about him bleeding. But you couldn’t quite think past the feeling of Steve’s cock throbbing inside your pussy.

“Stevie”

Your guts coil, your thighs start to shake, brain turning to absolute mush.

Steve keeps his pace steady, watching as the pleasure eats at your body, taking over every thought, every movement, every shudder and shake.

“I’m--I, shit, Steve--”

You clench around Steve, together than before, wall fluttering, juices squelching.

“That’s it sweetheart” Steve groans.

You feel like a wave of white washes over your vision, ringing bells in your ears, you feel like your stomach is on fire, your toes tingle and twitch, your thighs shake, heels digging into the mattress.

This orgasam is unlike any other you’ve had.

Your voice is loud, moaning out Steve’s name as you come. You can feel your pussy gushing around Steve’s cock, slick, wet, sloppy.

Steve groans.

It’s the first thing you hear, as your mind tries its best to ground you.

“So fucking pretty” Steve nods, letting your hips fall back onto the bed, pressing his body over yours, forehead resting against your temple, lips brushing your heated cheek.

You bite your lips, body jittery, riding out the pleasure.

“Gonna come inside you” Steve mumbles, you can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears, but you nod your head, lips pouted, whimpering softly. “Right inside this pretty pussy, my pretty pussy huh sweetheart”

Steve’s hips are losing momentum, his sharp thrusts have lost their stamina, his rhythm is off, titering on the edge.

Your hands press into Steve’s hair, holding him to your body.

Steve’s hips slow, until they come to a shuddering stop, burying his length deep in your pussy, legs quivering as he comes. His eyes are screwed shut, nose nudging your cheek, breaths coming out staggered, shaky and hot.

“Fuck” Steve whispered, the word hot on your skin.

Steve’s body is heavy against yours, his skin pressing against yours, there isn’t a part of you that isn’t touching him, you can feel his heart beat against your chest.

“We finally did it” You murmur softly, still trying to catch your breath.

Steve chuckles, sounding just as breathless.

“Took us a minute” Steve mused softly, voice shaky. “But we got there, and it was fucking worth it”

You sigh happily.

“But let’s not wait so long next time”

Steve agrees, burning his face in your neck. You kiss the crown of his head.

It took a while for you and Steve to find each other, alone, but it was certainly worth the wait.

Knock on wood, you won’t have to wait this long ever again.

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