hopelessly devoted to you.
best friend!steve harrington x fem!reader
MINORS DNI, 18+ only!!
warnings: smut, mild violence, strong language, injury mention, angst, emotional hurt, comfort, non-graphic depicition of abuse, fluff, slow burn, semi public sex, oral (f!recieving), unprotected sex, biting, traumatic events mentioned, pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart, darling), dirty talk.
rating: M // word count: 4.8k.
characters mentioned: Dustin Henderson, Nancy Wheeler, Barbara Holland, Carol Perkins, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Billy Hargrove, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven Jane Hopper, A random guy named Jimmy Peterson.
synopsis: Best friends since childhood, you and Steve have always been there for each other through every high and low. As the Hawkins Middle Snowball dance approaches, hidden feelings bubble beneath the surface, leading to a night full of nervous confessions, tender moments, and unexpected closeness. Can the King of Hawkins finally admit whatโs been in his heart all along?
"You two look like you're my parents." Dustin pointed out.
"Shut up and pay attention, Henderson." Steve shot back, causing you to stiff back a laugh.
Steve's left hand was on your lower back, his right hand holding yours, his body pressed ever so slightly to your body as you swayed gently left and right together to 'hopelessly devoted to you' by Olivia Newton-John.
The snowball dance was tomorrow, and you both knew Dustin had no idea how to dance, so, Steve had suggested that the two of you teach him.
That's how you ended up here, in the Harrington's empty house. Dustin on the couch, watching as you and Steve swayed as if you've done this a thousand times before... Well, to be fair, you have done this plenty of times before. Growing up right next door to the Harrington's it only made sense to befriend Steve at a really young age, being the one that's there when he gets stood up, or someone cheats on him, or when he needs somewhere to go when his house is too quiet from his constantly busy parents being at work. At almost every school dance you had when you were in school, Steve always stepped up as your date, you had yet to understand why.
Steve has always clung to you, always walking you to your locker, or to class, driving you anywhere and everywhere, sleeping over at your place when he feels lonely, and it makes the girls in Hawkins high go crazy because almost every girl has a crush on the infamous 'King Steve.' And the only girls that tolerated you were Nancy Wheeler, Barbara Holland and Tina. Occasionally, Carol Perkins too. Not that you liked her anyway.
Steve had become a lot clingier toward you when all the Demogorgon and upside down stuff had happened. He was scared and you knew it. You always knew it. He was scared he might not be able to protect you and the kids, terrified something horrible was gonna happen.
After hearing about Will it just got a lot worse, and he started sleeping with you a lot more frequently. Not that you minded. You only ever minded when people assumed you were dating just because you were always together. Or did you?
It didn't help that the kids constantly tried pushing the two of you together, it did give you butterflies sometimes especially when Steve looks at you as if you hung the moon, but you respected Steve and he respected you and even though there were many times you've nearly kissed, both of you never crossed the line.
"You alright?" Steve asked as he leaned down just a little bit so he could whisper softly. The two of you swayed so calmly together, and in sync, pressed so faintly close that he could feel your heartbeat.
He loved moments like this with you, the quiets ones where he was close to you like this. Like when he'd sneak into your room at midnight and just cuddle until he fell asleep. Or when you'd fall asleep in his car and he'd have to carry you inside the house. It had been like this ever since the start.
The first day you had become friends was when you both were just five years old and starting primary school. You were sitting by yourself during recess and unbeknownst to Steve, it was on purpose. He had spotted you on the swing, reading a book and you instantly caught his attention. He admired you from afar until he saw one of the older kids picking on you for reading, Steve had intervened and shoved the kid. He did in-fact get detention right after.
You felt bad for getting him in trouble, so you stayed outside the detention door until he came out. And when he walked out and saw you? That's when he realized he's in love with you.
"I'm alright, just... thinking," you replied, leaning up to whisper into his ear, and his left hand tightened on your lower back, slowly going lower but never crossing the line. Dustin continued watching the way you held each other, the way your hips swayed in sync, the way Steve was so horrible at hiding how he wanted to rest his head on yours, the way your left hand shook slightly on his shoulder as it fought hard not to tangle itself in Steve's ridiculously fluffy hair.
He knew Steve liked you, and he knew you liked Steve, and out of all of the kids, he was always the one trying the hardest to push you together.
He could see it in the way you looked at each other, the way you always gravitated naturally to each other. He could see it in the way you held Steve's head in your lap in the car when Max was driving because you and Steve were too injured from Billy to drive. He could see it in the way Steve held you tight when he'd carry you into your house because you fell asleep in his car. He could see it in the way you laughed together, shared straws, forks, spoons, drinks bites of food with no hesitation. He could see it in Steve's eyes when he'd seen Billy flirting with you. He could see it in the way you always looked disappointed whenever someone brought up Steve and Nancy's past relationship.
But unbeknownst to you, he only dated Nancy because he couldn't have you.
You were so caught up in dancing that you hadn't even realized that you were slowly starting to fall asleep, he knew instantly based on how you slowed down slightly, how your hands were becoming lighter in his, and before you both knew it, you pressed yourself harder into him without even realizing it, and your head fell right onto his chest, where his heartbeat is.
When you felt it pounding against your ear, you realized what had happened and pulled away quickly, apologetically looking at him, desperately hoping he can't see your flushed cheeks, and pink ears in the lighting. When Steve looked at you, he instantly turned red and turned to look at Dustin, who was still watching, incredibly amused by how the two of you haven't kissed yet.
Desperately trying to avoid Steve's gaze, you turn to look at Dustin, "Henderson, you wanna give it a try?" you asked, and he immediately smiled at you as he stood up, Steve took a step back to give you space.
Dustin took your hand the same way Steve did, and his left hand snaked behind you to hold your lower back, not as low as Steve's hand went though. You held his hand, as your left hand moved to his shoulder, Dustin started swaying, trying to do exactly what Steve did. And you told him to relax, to find his own rhythm, go at his own pace, and in no time, he got the hang of it.
By the time it was 10pm, the three of you were in the car, Steve was dropping you and Dustin off, your house was the first stop. Dustin tried so hard not to make any jokes because he knew when you're tired, you're not gonna hesitate to shut him up. But kept a close eye at the sight in front of him, the way your hand stayed close to Steve's on the console, how you looked out the window as if your mind was filled with millions of thoughts, how Steve glanced at you every three minutes. You two were so obviously disgustingly in love and everyone saw it but you.
Steve pulled over and brushed his finger against your hand on the console just to get your attention because you hadn't realized you were home already, "oh uh, i guess i'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Dustin. Thank you for bringing me home, Steve, goodnight."
Dustin smiled wide at you as you opened the door, "goodnight!"
"Yeah, goodnight," Steve said, you gave him one last look before shutting the door. Your heart beat fast as you walked up to your front door, hands shaking, butterflies erupting in your tummy because you knew, he was watching you and waiting to see you get in safely before driving off.
Dustin wasted no time hopping into the front seat, "sooo, when are you gonna tell her?"
"Tell her what?" Steve asked, not taking his eyes off the door you had already walked through, his heart thumping through his chest as he could still smell your cologne, hear your laugh, and feel your hand on his.
"That you're in love with her duhhh?"
Steve turned to glare at him, not denying but not admitting either. The drive the Dustin's house wasn't much considering you and Dustin lived on the same street, Steve's house just two streets down.
Steve dropped Dustin off and as soon as he got back home, that empty feeling crept in, loneliness, sadness, plus the regret of not telling you how he feels. He was just so scared of losing you. He could handle not seeing his parents every day, but not you, never you.
The next evening came fast, you had spent the day dressing up, taking your time. You were one of the volunteers that played a significant role in bringing the dance to life. Your role wasn't too important though; you were the designated photobooth picture printer.
You wore a soft blush-pink dress with puff sleeves and a full twirl-worthy skirt, it was simple, pretty, and unfairly flattering, like it was made just for you. Steve loved this dress.
When you walked into the gym of Hawkins Middle, and you instantly spotted Lucas, Mike, Will and Max. As soon as they saw you, they smiled and ran toward you, immediately complimenting you and attempting to twirl you around but failed because they were too short. You had asked where Dustin is and Max told you that he's on his way. Butterflies erupted as you realized that you were going to see Steve soon because Steve agreed to driving Dustin.
You chatted with Max until the doors opened, and you spotted Dustin running in, smile big like the bundle of joy he is. He ran to hug you first then turned to the rest of the party, and they started talking immediately, complimenting his hair, you heard one of them ask about El, and as you turned to glance at the door he walked in through, you saw Steve in his car, already looking at you. Wearing the red knitted sweatshirt that always ends up in your closet because you love stealing it.
The chatter behind you faded as you started walking toward the door, the party noticed and smiled instantly when they realized that you're heading toward Steve.
You walked out and the December air hit your skin immediately, but you hadn't noticed as you were too busy getting into the passenger seat of Steve's car.
There wasn't a single second he took his eyes off of you.
"You look gorgeous. Uh not that you're not usually gorgeous, i mean you always look gorgeous and-"
You watched as he ranted, trying to fix his mistake nervously, letting the shyness take over him.
You shut him up by placing your hand on his over on the console, "thank you, Steve."
His ears burned red instantly at the physical contact, "Dustin looks cute, did you do his hair?"
He laughed, "yeah, i also told him not to rawr at the girls."
"Oh, he did it anyway, heard him rawr at Max,"
Steve chuckled, shaking his head, nervously adjusting his sleeves, then finally running a hand through his hair.
"Cute sweater." you observed, he looked at you. Gosh, those big beautiful brown eyes made your knees go weak instantly. "Of course you think it's cute, you steal it at least twice a month."
Finally, you build the courage to ask, "come dance with me, just one i promise?"
"I'm not exactly dressed up for a school dance, princess."
The way he called you that gave you butterflies instantly.
"I don't care, you're King Steve, i don't think anyone else is gonna care either."
Steve hesitated but could never tell you no, so with one final glance, he moved the gear so he could park his BMW. The two of you got out together and a few heads definitely turned when you walked in together, including Dustin, who was already dancing with Nancy to 'Every breath you take' by The Police. You saw Mike dancing with El, Lucas with Max, and Will with a girl you assumed is in their class.
By the time you and Steve got on the dance floor, the song started fading out, fading into 'hopelessly devoted to you' as you took Steve's hand in yours, he held your lower back with his other hand, and yours found his shoulder as it always does.
You swayed slowly together, and he sang softly into your ear as he leaned down a little bit, your faces close yet turned opposite sides. Your cheek was near his shoulder as he pressed you more into him, and you caught Dustin smiling as he watched the two of you. You mouthed a threat that only made his smile widen.
Gosh, the way Steve kept singing so softly in your ear made a shiver run down your spine.
You were so caught up in the sound of his voice, the press of his hands, the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body so close to yours, the words just slipped out before you could even stop it, "I'm so in love with you."
Steve paused, as did you, the second you realized what you said, you pulled back and he stared at you, processing the words. You turned and started walking out instantly, but Steve didn't let you get far, ''hey, hey, it's okay. come on." he said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you outside, into the parking lot and into his car. Of course, he opened the passenger door for you. Jogged back to his side, and got in, looked at you, and took your hands in his, desperately trying to calm your nerves before you freak out. You're obviously embarrassed, Steve is your best friend, and you just casually confessed your feelings in such a sloppy and awkward way.
Steve took a deep breath before making eye contact with you, "do you remember the day we met?" you nod, "obviously you remember the part where i shoved Jimmy Peterson for making fun of you, what you don't remember is that the day before that, you sat next to me in english class and handed me a pencil when i realized i left mine in my locker, you smiled at me and gosh, i thought you were the most pretty girl ever... well i still think that, i didn't mean it in past tense, sorry anyway, a few hours after that i saw you talking to Barb, comforting her because someone made her cry, and i saw you start to cry because you hated seeing Barb upset. The very next day, at recess, you were sitting on a swing, all by yourself, your hair was curly and messy, and it made you look so cute, you were reading the Lord of the rings, until Peterson started making fun of you, i got so upset, but all i wanted was to protect you so i ran up to you guys and i shoved him. In detention, Jimmy was making jokes about me having a crush on you, it was true."
He paused, but by now you had already started crying, he continued as he moved his right hand to cup your cheek and wipe a stray tear with his thumb, "then, when i finally finished my time in detention i walked out, only to see you waiting on the other side, on the floor, looking sad, i had asked you 'what's wrong?' and you said 'i'm sorry i got you in trouble, Steve' i barely processed your words because all i could think of was 'oh my gosh, she knows my name' and since then i've made it a priority to do right by you as a friend, to raise your standards so high that you think that no guy in Hawkins is going to be good enough for you, i never told you because i didn't want you getting tangled in feelings and my family drama, we were young and the last thing i ever wanted to do was hurt you or put you in the wrong position,"
You were full on sobbing and he didn't stop.
"So, i asked you to school dances before anyone else did, brought you lunch, walked you to classes, helped you study even though you've always been smarter than me. I tried dating other girls, but none of them has ever understood me the way you do, i've always known you were the one and i'm so damn tired of pretending i'm not hopelessly devoted to you, i'm done pretending i'm not in love with you, because i am, i'm so in love with you."
By the time he was done, he was out of breath, not stopping for a single second because he wanted to say it fast, like ripping a band aid off. Avoiding your eyes because he's nervous you think he's stupid for even remembering the little details, but before he can even open his mouth to say anything, you squeeze his hand before pulling away to wipe your tears, he watches you apologetically, he hadn't meant to make you cry.
When you're done, your cheeks are faintly wet and flushed, and you look back at him. Your eyes are sparkling, your lashes are wet, your breathing slightly uneven. Even after crying, you still look so insanely beautiful. The moonlight spilling through the windshield, casting a faintly glow on both of you as you look into each other's eyes, hearts beating fast, nerves spiking, hands shaking, so desperate to hold each other. Before you knew it, you leaned in over the console and he met you halfway.
Your lips met in a surprisingly soft kiss, eyes shut closed, hands moving to grab his sweatshirt to pull him even closer to you. His left hand tangled in your hair and pulled your head back so gently to deepen the kiss and as soon as his tongue met yours, you moaned into his mouth. Gosh, the way you sounded drove him crazy, he wasted no time moving his hands down to your waist so he can pull you over the console, your left leg moved over his right leg, and you landed right onto his lap.
His right hand stayed on your back, pressing you into him, and his left hand cupped your cheek, your hands were still holding onto his sweater until your left hand moved to tangle in his hair, pulling his head impossibly closer to yours. "You're so beautiful." he murmured against your lips.
The bulge in his pants hadn't gone unnoticed by both of you. He was embarrassed by how hard he was already, but you didn't mind. You showed it to him by moving your hips gently, almost hesitantly, testing the waters. When he groaned into your mouth as your tongues moved in sync, you took it as a signal to do it again, and this time his right hand drifted lower until they were holding your ass, pulling you closer.
Your hands kept fumbling with the skirt, the fabric bunching between your legs, blocking your movementsโmaking frustration simmer under your skin, Steve noticed how annoyed you were getting when you broke the kiss and huffed as you tried getting the dress out of the way, "relax, baby. Here, let me help you," he said as he moved around to find the zipper at her back, "is this okay?" he asked, searching for signs of hesitance in your eyes and body language, he starts pulling it down slowly once you nod.
He pulls it down all the way and moves his hands so he can slide it under your dress, his hands go from you knees, to your thighs, to your bare waist. He definitely felt those lace panties of yours when crossing from your leg to lower stomach.
He pulled the dress up slowly, giving you the chance to stop him, to pull away. But you don't. And he keeps pulling until the dress lifts off over your head, it messes up your hair but Steve doesn't mind. It makes you look hotter. You throw the dress off your lap and into the backseat and Steve takes in the sight in front of him.
You're in matching pink panties and bra, and you look so breathtaking like this. In your underwear, on top of him, his arms wrapped around you. The way he looked at you made your heart skip, "you're stunning, darling." he whispered and his voice cracked slightly as if he was in disbelief you were even here. You pulled him back in for a more hungry kiss. Tongues meeting almost instantly, his arms pulling your lower against him and you started dryhumping him again.
He groans and the kiss breaks, his head falls back against the seat and the sight makes you lose your mind, your head falls onto his shoulder as your pace gets slower and then faster. He immediately lifts his head and moves his right hand to grab the side of your neck, he starts kissing right over your pulse point, sucking, biting, leaving marks. You moaned out his name softly and his hands tightened.
His left hand moving lower, first playing with the strap of your panties before he slips his hand underneath it and onto your clit. "You're so wet already, sweetheart. Such a good girl." You couldnโt get your brain to catch up with your body. Every time you closed your eyes, the same thought pulsed through youโThis is Steve. Steve who grew up beside you. Steve who held your hand on your first day of middle school. Steve whoโs looking at you like heโs wanted this for years.
You moan again and he starts rubbing back and forth, in circles, before slipping a finger inside you, "oh, Steve," you whisper, right in his ear before placing a wet sloppy kiss on the conch of his ear. Your heart was beating so wildly it felt like it was everywhere at onceโyour palms, your throat, your stomach. It was so frantic you were so sure he could ear it.
You didnโt know if you were trembling from adrenaline or from him.
Before he could use a second finger, you pulled back just a little bit to pull his sweatshirt over his head. Leaving him bare-chested right in front of you. He's such a beautiful man. The longer you took him in, the more your pussy throbbed for more.
You pulled back and he took that as a sign to slip his fingers out so he could unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans and boxers off just enough. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, precum leaking through the tip. A sight just as beautiful as his face.
He hooked his fingers through the waistband of your panties and pulled it off, you lifted yourself slightly so he could pull it off fully. Instantly, he moved to rub his tip between your wet folds. You tried hard not to fall apart then and there, but he could already feel that your legs were giving out, so? He guided you. Held your hip with one hand, held his cock at your entrance with the other, and slowly you sank onto him.
"Oh, baby. Shh, it's okay, take your time." he cooed, knowing it hurt for you. But when you sank fully onto him you let out a whimper, he let out a moan, not expecting you to take him so well.
"You're so good, baby. Taking me so well." You moaned in response, the words spilling right into your ear. He sounded so good when he was talking you through it.
He held you close as you moved slowly, up, then down, grinding over and over again. "You feel so incredible, baby." he said breathlessly. The fact that you were making Steve Harrington feel good was unreal.
Moaning each other's names. Hand hitting the fogged window before tugging desperately on his hair. Leaving marks on each other's necks, tongues tangling in sloppy kisses, breaths mixed, heartbeats racing, yet perfectly in sync.
You kept catching the way he looked at youโlike he was memorizing you, like he couldnโt believe you were real.
You didnโt understand why it made your chest tighten so painfully.
In no time, he felt you start to clench around him, "Steve, i'm closeโ" you managed to get out, "i know, i know, baby, me too." he said before placing a kiss on your temple.
You picked up the pace, riding his cock faster. Chasing the high. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling your face close to his to kiss you.
It amazed you how in the middle of sex, Steve still wanted your lips on his. Not wanting to be apart for a single second. You were hyper-aware of everythingโhis breath against your cheek, the warmth of his skin, the faint smell of his cologne still clinging to his shirt. Every sense lit up at once, flooding your system in a way you werenโt prepared for. "Please." you moaned out, "Cum for me, darling." He said softly against your lips, hands sliding back down to hold your ass. Control the pace just a little bit. Help you through it โ guide you.
When you came your pace faltered, your head fell onto his shoulder tiredly, and your hands rested on his chest. He controlled the pace as he came, and with a few more thrusts, you rode it out together. Reaching the orgasm together.
Your sweaty skin stuck to his, your hair in his face as you looked out the fogged window, trying to catch your breath, his hands held you close gently, your chest pressed to his. He rubbed a finger up and down your spine, kissing your shoulder, whispering quite assurances, asking if you were okay.
You finally lifted your head, and made eye contact with him instantly. And before you could say anything, he spoke first without hesitance, "can i... can i be your boyfriend?"
You smiled tiredly as you nodded. Pulling him in for another kiss. This one was tired, a soft peck. Your arms moved behind him to get comfortable, and he held you even tighter.
"Steve?"
"Yes, baby?"
"I fell in love with you the second you shoved Jimmy Peterson."
"Good, because i've loved you since the second i saw you."
As soon as everything settled, your heartbeat finally slowing from a frantic drum to something heavy and warm, Steve tucked you against his chest. "You okay, darling?" His hand brushed slow, absent circles between your shoulder bladesโmaybe trying to soothe you, maybe trying to steady himself. "More than okay." you said softly, almost inaudible.
You didnโt last long.
Sleep dragged at you almost instantly, exhaustion and comfort teaming up to knock you out right there against him.
Steve felt your weight slump softly into him.
His eyes widened.
โOhโoh shit,โ he whispered under his breath, instantly stiffening like he wasnโt sure where to put his hands.
โOkay, Harrington, donโt screw this up, sheโs literally asleepโjustโฆ gently. Gently.โ
He tried sliding out from under you without waking youโfailed immediately.
You whined the tiniest bit, reaching instinctively for him even unconscious.
He froze.
Then let out a tiny whisper-laugh.
โโฆyeah, okay. Iโm not going anywhere.โ
He awkwardly maneuvered both of you toward the backseat, half-carrying you, half-praying he didnโt bang your head on the roof of the BMW.
It was the clumsiest thing heโd ever done in his life.
He finally settled you on the backseat, then climbed in beside you and pulled the old emergency blanket from the trunk over both of you. The blanket you tended to use when both of you didn't wanna go home and slept in his car.
You curled into him instantly.
He swallowed hard, cheeks red in the dark.
โYeah,โ he breathed softly, brushing a thumb across your temple,
โIโm so screwed.โ
And within minutes, he was out cold too.
The dance was over.
Kids were spilling out of the gym.
Dustin marched across the parking lot, head held high, ready to brag to Steve about his night.
Until he noticed the foggy windows.
โโฆthe hell?โ
He leaned closer.
Saw two tangled shapes under a blanket.
Squinted.
Saw you curled against Steveโs chest, both knocked out like dead people.
He froze.
Made a face.
Backed up slowly like he saw an actual crime.
Then he turned around and ran to Nancy.
โNANCE?!โ
He grabbed her sleeve, out of breath. โIโI need a ride. Right now. STEVE. IS. BUSY.โ
Nancy blinked. "โฆbusy with what?โ
โNOPE. NOPE. NOT INVOLVED. JUST DRIVE.โ
