omggg, found this lucky girl draft!! definitely unfinished but idk how to continue with them!
You woke up wrapped in Gator’s arms. His arm draped over your waist, your back was to his chest.
You stretched your arms over your head, arching your back as your body cracked. Gator stirred awake beside you, his grip on your waist tightening, pulling you closer to him.
“Mornin’ baby.” you said turning towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Mm…it’s too early…go back ta sleep mama.” Gator said, his eyes still cold and his voice still rough from sleep.
You giggled and turned over to check the clock, it read 7:30. You remembered Gator saying he had work last night, him being late would not be a good thing. “Baby?” you started.
“Hm?”
“Don’t ya got work today.” you said as you planted soft kisses onto his chest. He grumbled and pulled the covers above his face, “Want me to call out?” he asked.
“Do you want to call out?” you giggled. “I do, but I shouldn’t.” Gator had yet to stay home with you. You knew he’d stay the minute you asked, and if you were being honest, you didn’t really want him to leave today.
“Stay with me?” you whispered, pulling yourself closer to him. He looks down at you, genuinely surprised with the question that left your lips. “Ya want me ta stay with ya?” he asked.
“Yeah” you looked up at him. “Or do you want to go—“
“No,” he said quickly, “God no—I can call out.”
“Good, Lottie would have missed you.” you giggled. “Anyone else on that list?” he asked.
“Umm….” you pretended to think, “no, don’t think so.” you smirked.
“Oh really?”
“Yes really.” you giggled.
Suddenly Gator pulled you on top of him, you straddled his waist now, laughing at the swift movement.
“Gatorr.” you dragged out his name, laughing.
“What?”
“Nothin.” you smiled, and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. “C’mon, ‘m starvin.” you said jumping out of bed.
The house smelled like coffee and butter by the time breakfast was finished. Gator stood at the stove shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips while he flipped pancakes.
You sat cross legged on the counter behind him stealing pieces of fruit from the bowl while Lottie waddled around the kitchen waiting for you to drop food.
“Quit feedin’ her strawberries,” Gator muttered without looking over.
“She likes them.”
“She’s a dog.”
“She’s a woman.” Gator snorted quietly,
“She manipulates you.”
“She’s just a girl.”
“Mhm. Learned from her mama.” You gasped dramatically, “Wow.”
Finally he glanced over at you, smirking slightly before sliding a pancake onto a plate. Your stomach fluttered stupidly at the sight.
He looked good this morning.
Messy hair, sleepy eyes, little bruises on his neck from you last night. Gator noticed you staring too, “What?” he asked.
“Nothin’.”
“That’s a lie.” You smiled into your coffee mug. Gator walked over after that, setting the plate down beside you before stepping between your knees automatically.
His hand slid absentmindedly beneath the hem of your shirt, palm warm against your waist while he leaned forward to steal a quick kiss.
“You hungry or just lookin’ at me weird?”
“Maybe both.” A quiet laugh left him, then his eyes drifted toward your neck. Toward the marks he’d left there last night.
His thumb brushed slowly against your thigh, “You ain’t coverin’ those?”
Heat climbed into your cheeks immediately, “You’re proud of yourself, huh?”
“Little bit.” You rolled your eyes while he grinned against your mouth briefly before pulling away to grab his coffee.
The kitchen settled comfortably quiet after that. You picked at your pancakes while Lottie rested against your legs, and after a minute you looked over at him.
“So what’re we doin’ today?” Gator shrugged slightly from across the kitchen island.
“Could take ya out.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
The answer came easy, like as long as you were there, he didn’t particularly care where he ended up.
“Anywhere?” you repeated. Gator leaned back against the counter with his coffee mug in one hand, eyes still half-lidded from sleep.
“Mm.”
“That narrows it down.” you said sarcastically.
“You complain a lot for somebody gettin’ taken out.” You laughed softly while tearing another piece of pancake apart.
“Maybe I like hearin’ you make plans.” Gator looked at you for a second after that.
Then he shrugged slightly, “Could drive outta town for a bit.”
“Where?”
“Lake maybe.”
“You hate the lake.”
“Yeah,” he admitted. “But you like it.”
The casualness of the answer hit harder than it should’ve, like it was obvious he’d spend all day somewhere he hated if it meant keeping you happy.
Lottie barked suddenly at the back door, making both of you glance over.
Gator sighed dramatically. “Does my baby gotta pee?”
“I think she does”
Gator shoved his feet into his boots and opened the back door, Lottie sprinted outside at full speed. You watched him from the counter while he stood on the porch shirtless in the morning sun. Completely unaware of how unfairly attractive he looked.
Gator glanced over his shoulder suddenly, catching you staring again through the screen door. A smug little smirk appeared instantly, “You keep lookin’ at me like that, I’m gonna start thinkin’ ya obsessed.”
You rolled your eyes hard. “You wish.”
“Mhm.” he murmured, “Go get dressed.”
“Why?”
“Because if we stay in this kitchen any longer I’m not takin’ you anywhere.”
Heat crept instantly into your face, the look in his eyes when he said it made your heart skip.
“Okay okay, I’m goin’” you giggled and skipped off to your room.
The bell above the front door of Family Video chimed for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon, followed by Dustin Henderson’s unmistakable voice echoing through the store before he had even fully stepped inside. “Steve! Tell Robin she doesn’t know what she’s talking about because there is absolutely no way Batman beats Superman in a fight.” Robin didn’t even bother looking up from where she was reorganizing the comedy section, only lifting one finger in the air as if she’d been expecting the interruption. “First of all, you’re wrong. Second of all, I don’t argue with children before five o’clock.” Dustin gasped dramatically, already marching toward her with enough determination to start another fifteen minute debate, and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as you watched the chaos unfold from behind the checkout counter.
Steve looked up from the stack of tapes he’d been pretending to alphabetize and immediately smiled the second he heard you laugh. Like your laugh had become one of those little sounds he automatically searched for in a room.
“There you are,” he said, abandoning the tapes entirely as he wandered over to the counter.
“I’ve literally been standing here.”
“I know.”
“You’ve seen me.”
“I know.”
“So why’d you say ‘there you are?’” He shrugged, leaning his elbows against the counter.
“I just like saying it.”
You rolled your eyes, though the smile pulling at your lips made the gesture far less convincing than you’d hoped.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’ve been told.”
“Usually by me.”
“Usually.” His fingers absentmindedly reached across the counter until they found yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go just as another customer wandered toward the register. The movement was so natural now that neither of you thought twice about it anymore. Steve had always been affectionate, but somewhere between your third date and your third month together, he’d stopped asking himself whether he should reach for your hand. Now he simply did. Walking through Hawkins. Waiting in line for coffee. Watching movies on the couch. Standing behind the checkout counter while Keith disappeared into his office for suspiciously long “manager meetings.”
Now, months later, very little had changed.
Steve still found reasons to drift toward wherever you happened to be working. He still reached for your hand whenever he could get away with it. He still looked for you first whenever something funny happened, as though your reaction somehow mattered more than anyone else’s. You’d caught him doing it enough times that he’d long since stopped denying it.
“You’ve got that look,” Robin called from across the store.
Steve looked over, “What look?”
“The gross one.”
“What?”
“The one where you’re looking at her like she hung the moon or something….honestly it’s pretty gross.”
You covered your face, already laughing, “Oh my God.”
Steve, on the other hand, looked completely unbothered.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and don’t be rude.”
Robin stared at him, “What? Pfft- it’s a personal opinion.”
“Yeah, whatever Robin.”
“You are both unbelievable,” you muttered. Steve only smiled, “You still think I’m handsome?”
You laughed, “Steve.”
“What?”
“You know you are.”
“I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“You fish for compliments constantly.”
“I do.”
“And it’s embarrassing.”
“I know.”
You leaned over the counter just enough to kiss his cheek before quietly adding, “Good thing you’re cute.”
Steve stood there for a second after you pulled away. Robin made a gagging noise so exaggerated that Dustin immediately joined in despite having absolutely no idea what was happening.
“You two are actually disgusting.”
“We’re adorable,” Steve corrected.
“You make me sick.”
“You’ll survive.”
Keith’s office door suddenly swung open, “Harrington!” Steve immediately straightened, “Yeah?”
“Go organize the new arrivals.”
“I already—”
“The ones in the back.” Steve sighed dramatically, “Yes, Keith.”
As he walked away, he reached over the counter one last time, brushing his fingers lightly across yours.
“I’ll be back.” You smiled, “I know.” The words were simple. Neither of you realized how often you’d begun saying them to each other. Steve disappeared through the swinging door that led toward the stockroom, leaving you to ring up another customer while Robin wandered over beside you.
“You know…”
You looked up, “Hm?”
“I’ve never seen him like this.” Your eyebrows knitted together, “Like what?” Robin smiled softly, “…Truly happy.”
You glanced toward the hallway Steve had disappeared down only moments earlier.
“So don’t let that idiot forget how lucky he is.”
You smiled, “I don’t think I have to.”
Robin laughed quietly, “No…” She watched the back hallway for a moment before looking back at you, “I don’t think you do either.”
The afternoon carried on much the same after that. Customers came and went, Dustin eventually got bored and disappeared, Keith yelled about something neither you nor Robin bothered listening to, and Steve finally returned from the back carrying an armful of tapes he’d almost immediately forgotten the second you asked if he wanted to split the leftover fries you’d picked up from Benny’s earlier. It was ordinary in every sense of the word. Comfortable. Easy. The kind of afternoon that slipped by without either of you realizing you’d been smiling through most of it.
The bell above the front door chimed again.
You didn’t think much of it, until Robin’s expression changed. Enough to make you look up.
Nancy Wheeler stepped inside.
Nancy looked exactly the way she always had,
confident without trying, hair perfectly in place, shoulders squared as though she walked into every room already knowing what she wanted to say. Time had changed all of you in different ways, but there were still moments where seeing her standing in Family Video felt like stepping backward. Robin gave you a quick glance before quietly excusing herself to help a customer who very clearly did not need help, leaving you alone behind the counter.
“Nancy,” you greeted politely.
“Hey.”
She offered a small smile. It wasn’t unfriendly, but it wasn’t warm either. It was the kind of smile exchanged between people who knew each other only because life had forced their paths to cross.
“Is Steve here?”
You nodded toward the back hallway.
“Keith’s got him organizing the new releases, he should be back in a bit.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Okay.”
Silence settled between the two of you as you rang up another customer. Nancy wandered aimlessly through the aisles, pretending to browse, though every few seconds you caught her looking toward the hallway. It wasn’t longing exactly.
A few minutes later, Steve emerged carrying another stack of tapes, stopping the second he noticed her.
“Nance?”
“Hey.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I just…” She looked briefly toward you before returning her attention to him, “Can we talk?”
Steve hesitated. It wasn’t dramatic, and it wasn’t because he wanted to. It was because he instinctively looked toward you first.
You smiled and mouthed, “It’s okay.”
He nodded once, “We’ll be right back.”
You watched the two of them disappear down the employee hallway, trying very hard not to think anything of it. Steve had never given you a reason to worry. Never hidden anything. Never made you question where his heart was. You trusted him completely.
So when Keith reminded you that the horror section still needed to be restocked, you grabbed the cart of tapes without another thought and headed toward the same hallway they’d disappeared into.
You heard Nancy before you saw either of them.
“…I just don’t understand.”
Your footsteps slowed.
“Understand what?”
“You.” Steve sounded confused. “You had all these plans.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You wanted to leave Hawkins.”
“I still do.” Nancy laughed quietly, “But you haven’t.”
You rounded the corner just enough to see them standing near the employee lockers. They hadn’t noticed you yet.
“I will.”
Nancy crossed her arms, “When?”
Steve didn’t answer.
“You’ve been here.” She gestured vaguely toward the front of the store, “Working here.”
“Temporarily.”
“And dating…” She said your name.
Your heart skipped.
Steve frowned, “Yeah.”
Nancy sighed, “I don’t know.”
“What?”
“You just seem…” She searched for the right word, “…smaller.”
Steve blinked, “What?”
“I don’t mean physically.”
“I know what you meant.”
“You used to dream bigger.” Steve let out a quiet breath, “Nancy…”
“No, just listen.” She looked him directly in the eye.
“I know her.”
“No.” Steve shook his head, “You really don’t.”
“I’ve watched her.”
“That’s different.”
Nancy continued anyway, “She’s sweet.”
Steve stayed quiet, “She’s nice.” Still nothing. “But she’s…” Nancy shrugged, “Easy.”
The word hung in the air.
“She agrees with everything you say.” Steve’s expression changed. “She follows you around like you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to Hawkins.” Your stomach twisted. “And maybe that’s enough for you now.”
Nancy looked toward the floor for a moment before finishing quietly.
“But I always thought you’d end up with someone who challenged you.”
You couldn’t breathe.
Steve looked at Nancy for several seconds before speaking. “You think because she isn’t loud she doesn’t have depth?”
Nancy frowned, “I didn’t say—”
“You did.” His voice remained calm. “You think because she isn’t trying to win every conversation she’s somehow less intelligent.”
“Steve.”
“You think kindness is boring.” Nancy opened her mouth. He continued before she could,
“You know what she did last week?”
Nancy stayed silent. “I came home after being with you guys for fourteen hours, helping everyone out with Eleven.” A faint smile touched his lips. “I didn’t tell her I’d had a bad day.”
His eyes softened, “I didn’t have to.” He laughed quietly to himself, “She looked at me once and she disappeared into the kitchen.”
Nancy watched him. “Ten minutes later she came back with grilled cheese and tomato soup.” He shrugged, “I never asked.”
“She remembered that my mom used to make it whenever I got overwhelmed.”
Your eyes immediately burned.
“She keeps aspirin in her purse.” Nancy looked confused. “Because I always forget mine.”
He smiled wider, “She fills my gas tank.”
“She leaves little notes in my car whenever I let her use it for the day, she knows exactly how I take my coffee, she notices when I’m pretending I’m okay.”
Every sentence came softer than the last. “She celebrates every moment, every succession. every stupid little accomplishment I don’t even think is worth celebrating.”
His eyes glistened slightly.
“She loves me in all the places nobody else ever bothered looking.”
Nancy didn’t speak.
Steve’s voice dropped, “I spent years wondering if I was enough.”
“The first day she loved me…I stopped wondering.”
Your hand flew to your mouth. Steve shook his head gently.
“So don’t stand here and tell me she’s easy. You know what’s easy?” Nancy looked at him.
“Being complicated. It’s easy to make someone earn your love.”
His jaw tightened, “It’s easy to keep score and it’s easy to make someone feel like they constantly have to prove themselves.”
His eyes never left Nancy’s.
“She has never once made me earn being loved.”
Nancy’s shoulders slowly fell. Steve took one final breath, “So no.”
His voice softened again.
“I didn’t settle.”
A small smile returned, “I finally found home.”
Nancy looked down. For the first time since walking into the store, she didn’t seem to have another argument.
“I…” She swallowed, “I didn’t know.”
“I know.”
She nodded once.
“I’m sorry.”
Steve gave her a small, appreciative nod.
“I hope you’re happy.”
“I am.”
Nancy turned toward the front of the store. The moment she disappeared around the corner, Steve’s smile faded. He’d heard it.
The uneven breath.
The tiny sound someone made when they were trying very hard not to cry. His head snapped toward the end of the hallway.
Your eyes met his. Neither of you moved.
His heart dropped straight into his stomach.
“…Baby.”
You looked away first, “I wasn’t trying to listen.”
He crossed the hallway in seconds, “I know.”
“I just came back here to grab tapes.”
“I know.”
Your voice cracked, “I heard my name.”
Steve reached for your hands.
You didn’t pull away.
You just looked so heartbreakingly unsure.
“So…” You laughed quietly through tears, “Am I enough?”
Steve’s face fell, “Oh, sweetheart. I know she used the wrong words.” His forehead rested against yours, “But…”
Your voice barely existed anymore, “What if one day you wake up and realize she’s right?”
Steve looked genuinely devastated, “Look at me.”
You did.
“There is not one person in this world I’d rather come home to than you.”
A tear slipped down your cheek, and he wiped it away immediately, “You know why?”
You shook your head.
“Because you make me feel safe.” His thumb brushed your cheek again. “I don’t need someone to challenge me every second.”
He smiled softly, “I’ve had enough people trying to change me.”
Another tear escaped. “You…you let me be Steve.” He smiled through his own watery eyes.
“And somehow…you still love me.”
You couldn’t stop crying now. Steve pulled you against him immediately, wrapping both arms around you so tightly you could hear his heartbeat against your ear.
“If anybody ever tells you you’re not enough…” He kissed the top of your head, “They don’t know you.” Another kiss, “They don’t get to tell me who I should love.” Another, “Because I already found her.”
You smiled into his shirt despite yourself, “You really are dramatic.”
He laughed, “I learned from Robin.”
You finally laughed too.
He leaned back just enough to kiss your forehead. Then your nose. Then your lips. Slowly. Patiently. Like he wanted to kiss every ounce of doubt Nancy had accidentally left behind.
When he finally pulled away, he smiled that soft smile reserved only for you.
“I love you.”
You looked at him for a long moment before whispering back, “I know.”
chloe’s had a crush on her best friends dad since she met him. but things get interesting when the harrington’s open their home to her and steve’s in need of a secretary…
hey guys, this is an unfinished chapter but i thought i’d just put it out because i genuinely don’t know if im going to continue. i’ve been rlly discouraged and i feel like i lost my touch, but it’s okay.
enjoy cuties.
June arrived quietly, like it had been waiting its turn. Warm air drifted through the open bedroom window. Soft sunlight spilled across the sheets.
“Okay, careful—don’t spill it!” you whispered. A small giggle followed, then footsteps.
The soft shuffle of little hands trying very hard to be helpful. Steve stirred slowly, one arm already reaching for you before was fully conscious.
His eyes opened, you were standing beside the bed. Hair slightly messy, smiling like you were trying not to wake him too fast.
And Blaire, very seriously focused, was holding a tray almost entirely too big for her.
“Happy birthday,” you whispered immediately. Then leaned down and kissed him, “my beautiful boy,” you said again between another kiss. Steve blinked up at you like he was still halfway asleep, “…What time is it?”
“Birthday time.” Blaire said cheerily. That earned a small, confused laugh from him. Blaire carefully climbed onto the edge of the bed, balancing the tray with absolute determination.
“I helped,” she announced proudly. Steve’s attention immediately snapped to her, “Oh yeah?”
She nodded very seriously, “I carried the eggs.”
You coughed to hide a laugh. Steve sat up slightly, instantly more awake now, reaching out to steady the tray before it tipped.
Pancakes, eggs, bacon, coffee. The kind of breakfast that clearly involved love and effort and at least one slightly chaotic kitchen moment.
Steve stared at it for a second, then looked at both of you, “…You did all this?”
You shrugged lightly, “Mostly her.” Blaire straightened, “I supervised.”
Steve laughed properly this time, then reached out, pulling her gently closer so she could sit beside him.
“Best supervisor I’ve ever had.” you said tickling her. She beamed instantly. You climbed onto the bed too, settling beside them.
Steve looked between the two of you. Still a little stunned, like he wasn’t used to being the center of something like this.
You leaned in immediately, kissing him again, “I love you,” you whispered softly. Another kiss, “Happy birthday.”
Steve smiled into it this time. He caught your wrist gently, holding you there just a second longer, “Okay,” he murmured. “I get it. It’s my birthday.”
You grinned, “Good.”
Blaire reached for a piece of bacon already. Steve shook his head fondly, still smiling at both of you like he couldn’t help it.
Steve decided on a family lake day for his birthday. The lake is busy by the time you arrive.
Kids running through the grass. Families setting up blankets. The smell of sunscreen and charcoal grills drifting through the warm air.
Blaire is out of the car before Steve can even finish parking, “Daddy, hurry!”
Steve laughs immediately, “I’m coming!”
“No, hurry!”
“I’m literally walking.”
“You walk slow.”
You snort beside him. Steve points at his daughter, “See? This is the respect I get on my birthday.”
Blaire doesn’t even look back, already halfway toward the water. You laugh as Steve throws an arm around your shoulders, “She’s your kid.”
“I know.”
“Just like you.” you smirk.
Steve groans, “I know.” but he’s smiling.
The next couple of hours pass easily. The kind of day that doesn’t feel important while it’s happening.
Blaire spends most of her time collecting things. Rocks, shells, pieces of driftwood. Anything she decides is treasure.
Which means you spend most of your time crouched beside her examining every discovery.
At one point, after swimming, Blaire settles beside you on the blanket, completely exhausted. You automatically start working through the tangles in her hair.
Talking sleepily while she tells you another story. Steve looks up from where he’s digging through the cooler and stops.
He began watching, watching the way Blaire leans against you. The way you patiently listen to every word. The way both of you look completely comfortable together. Something warm settles in his chest.
A year ago none of this existed, and now he can’t imagine life without it.
Later, after lunch, Steve finally gets about ten minutes to himself. Or so he thinks.
He settles into a chair, closed his eyes, and lets the sun warm his face.
“Daddy.” His eyes open immediately. You start laughing before Blaire even finishes speaking.
Steve points accusingly.
“Bug…I just sat down.”
Blaire grins, “Come with me.”
“Where?”
“I need help.”
Steve sighs dramatically, “You always need help.”
“Because you’re my daddy.” And just like that, he’s standing up. Again. Following her. Without a single complaint.
By late afternoon, the sun hangs lower in the sky. Everyone is tired, happy, sun-kissed, and ready to head home.
Before you leave, someone offers to take a picture.
A woman walking past notices the three of you trying to squeeze into the frame of a disposable camera.
“You want me to get one?” Steve immediately starts to refuse.
Then Blaire shouts, “YES.”
So that settles that. The woman takes the camera. You move beside Steve, Blaire wedges herself between the two of you. Exactly where she wants to be. Steve’s arm automatically finds your waist, Blaire grabs his hand.
The camera clicks, one picture. Steve doesn’t know it yet but months from now, it’ll become his favorite photo.
When he looks at it, all he’ll see is the exact moment he realized, this is his family.
For Steve Harrington, there isn’t a better birthday gift than that.
By the time you got home from the lake, everyone was exhausted. The good kind of exhausted.
Blaire was already rubbing at her eyes before you even made it through the front door.
Steve noticed immediately, “Somebody’s getting tired.”
“No,” she said instantly then yawned.
You laughed, Steve laughed harder, “Okay, kid.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Sure.”
Blaire narrowed her eyes and Steve kissed the top of her head, “Come on bug.”
You reached out to take Blaire from Steve’s arms, “Actually, birthday boy.”
Steve looked over, “What?”
“Go shower.”
His brows lifted, “I can shower later.”
“Nope.”
“Baby—”
“You’re covered in sunscreen.”
“That’s part of the experience.”
“You smell like lake water.”
Steve opened his mouth, “…Okay, well so do you..”
“Go.” you smiled sweetly.
The second Steve disappeared upstairs, Blaire practically exploded.
“NOW?”
You laughed, “Not yet.”
“Now?”
“Not yet.”
“Now?”
“Blaire.”
She groaned dramatically, the exact same way Steve did.
Bath time happened, pajamas were put on, hair was brushed through. Blaire somehow you managed to keep the surprise hidden.
Then you took a quick shower yourself, changed clothes, grabbed the gifts, and headed downstairs.
Steve was already sitting on the couch when you came down, significantly more relaxed than he had all day.
He looked up then immediately frowned. You and Blaire were standing there, together.
Holding gifts.
“Oh no.”
You laughed, “What?” Blaire started giggling.
Blaire practically shoved the scrapbook into his hands, “Open this one first!”
Steve laughed, “Wait—.”
“Open it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He settled back against the couch.
Opening the cover, immediately going quiet.
The first page, a picture of him and Blaire. The second, a picture of all three of you.
The third, movie stubs, photos, little notes. An entire year captured.
Steve smiled, then laughed. Flipping pages slower and slower as he went.
At one point he landed on a candid picture of you asleep against his shoulder, “Baby.”
You smiled, “What?”
“You used this one?”
“It was cute.”
“I looked exhausted.”
“You were cute and exhausted.” Steve shook his head.
Still smiling and still turning pages. Eventually he reached the end.
The last page, blank. The pages still waiting to be filled.
Steve stared at it for a second. “Thank you.” his voice had gone softer.
You smiled, Blaire immediately climbed into his lap, “You like it?”
Steve looked down at her, kissed her forehead, “I love it.”
You exchanged a glance with Blaire, then reached for the second gift.
A small box. Steve noticed immediately, “Wait.”
You handed it to him. “There’s more?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
“Baby.”
“Open it.” Steve looked between you and the box. He slowly opened it.
A watch. Simple and beautiful. Steve carefully lifted it from the box, “You didn’t—”
“Keep looking.”
His brows furrowed then he turned it over. An engraving.
Love, Your Girls.
Silence.
Steve stared at the words, he read them again. Then again. His throat worked once before he finally looked up.
Straight at you, completely wrecked, “You did this for me, baby?” The question came out so quietly it almost broke your heart.
You smiled immediately, “Of course, Stevie.”
For a second, Steve just looked at you. He wasn’t sure he deserved something this thoughtful.
Blaire broke the moment first, “Put it on!”
Steve laughed through whatever emotion had just lodged itself in his chest, “Okay okay!” He immediately slipped it onto his wrist.
The watch settled perfectly, Steve stared at it for a second then at both of you, “Best birthday ever.”
The words slipped out before he could stop them and judging by the way his voice cracked slightly at the end he meant every single one.
The house had slowly emptied itself of noise. Wrapping paper had been folded and tossed.
The last of Blaire’s excitement had finally worn itself out. Steve had carried her upstairs not long ago, her body warm and heavy with sleep against his shoulder.
She’d barely made it through brushing her teeth. Now she was gone again, tucked into bed, one arm curled around her stuffed animal, already lost to sleep.
You stood in the hallway with Steve for a second after the door closed. Steve exhaled softly, “She’s out.”
You smiled faintly, “Barely made it.”
“She had a long day.” You nodded.
Steve tilted his head slightly, “You good?”
“Yeah.”
Eventually, you both drifted back downstairs together. The living room looked different now.
The aftermath of a full day. Steve started picking things up automatically. The scrapbook still resting carefully on the coffee table like it belonged there.
You wandered into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and that was when Steve noticed. He didn’t say anything at first, just looked.
You were standing there barefoot, hair slightly messy from the day, wearing one of his old shirts. It hung loosely off your shoulder like it had always been yours.
Steve leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, “Is that my shirt?”
You glanced down dramatically then back up at him. A small smile tugging at your lips, “Maybe.”
Steve huffed a quiet laugh, “Pretty sure I know my own shirts.”
You turned toward him now, holding the glass of water, “Oh yeah?”
He nodded slowly, smirking l slightly, “That one’s definitely mine.”
You walked closer, “Prove it.”
Steve raised a brow, “Oh, I can prove it.”
You stopped just in front of him, waiting. He stepped forward immediately. One hand catching lightly at your waist pulling you in.
His voice dropped slightly, “It looks better on you than it ever did on me.”
You laughed softly, “Flatterer.”
“Honest.” Then he leaned in pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.
He paused just for a second. His hand still at your waist, his eyes still on you.
A year ago, this moment didn’t exist. A year ago, he wasn’t pulling you into his kitchen like this. A year ago, there was tension he never talked about.
Arguments behind closed doors. A birthday spent pretending things were fine while everything quietly wasn’t.
Claire’s voice in his memory, a sharp conversation he didn’t want to think about.
The way he’d smiled for Blaire anyway, because he always did. He had hidden everything else behind it. The memory hit and left just as fast.
Steve blinked once then looked down at you. Still holding you, still here.
Something softened in his face. A realization he didn’t say out loud.
Instead, he just pulled you a little closer. Resting his forehead briefly against yours, “I love you.”
You leaned in without question, “I love you too Stevie, happy birthday.”
For a moment, the kitchen stayed still around you. The scary reality of a life he almost didn’t get to have like this.
chloe’s had a crush on her best friends dad since she met him. but things get interesting when the harrington’s open their home to her and steve’s in need of a secretary…
i’m so sorry you’ve been put off writing i hate that but just so you know so many of us would be overjoyed if you carried on!! especially the mother in you, it’s my favourite fic ever! hope you’re doing well :)
who’s gonna drive you home tonight? - steve harrington
frat! steve harrington x sorority girl! reader
part one of ???
masterlist tag list steve masterlist
summary:
you’ve hated steve harrington since the day you met him. unfortunately for you, your sorority and his frat go hand in hand, and you can’t escape him. he gets no greater joy in life than to piss you off. when a frat party like any other turns into something heated with the guy you hate more than anyone else, neither of you are sure how to deal with it.
warnings:
smut (18+), protected p in v, dubcon? (they’re both high), oral sex (f receiving), thigh riding, fingering, messy, rough sex, big dick steve, mention of masturbation (m and f), drinking, drug use (weed), pervy comments, steve is actually insufferable at first
word count: 17.5k words
a/n:
there is soooo much left of this fic, i have the whole thing outlined and i’m so excited! it will def be 4+ parts but i really wanted to share the beginning with you and hopefully it will motivate me to finish it soon 😁 i really hope you like it!!
The first time you met Steve, you almost slapped him.
His reputation preceded him. Even your freshman year at Ohio State University, fresh out of rush week, you’d heard plenty about Sigma Chi pledge Steve Harrington. They were singing his praises from day one—he was handsome, a baseball genius, the life of any party. He commanded the attention of any room he stepped into. You were a little sick of him to begin with from how your Delta Gamma sisters wouldn’t shut up about him for two seconds even before that first party.
And when you walked into the Sigma Chi house for the first time, you didn’t even need to be told which one was the Harrington. The world gravitated around him like he was the sun itself, and he seemed to glow like it, too. He was handsome, devastatingly so. His smile was blinding. He had a stupidly good head of hair, gorgeous sun-kissed skin dotted with moles like constellations, and big hazel eyes that made him look deceptively sweet.
You’d met eyes from across the room, and at the time, it had felt like something clicking into place. Two puzzle pieces who had finally found where they belonged. Your breath hitched as he left the group he was talking to and sauntered over, that brilliant smile now directed specifically at you and you alone. Your heart had felt like it might burst from your chest.
“Oh my god,” one of your sisters, Margot, had said, grabbing onto your arm. “He’s coming over here.”
He didn’t even glance at her. He only looked at you. He wore a polo with jeans that fit him just right, a red plastic cup clutched in his large hand. When he reached you, you could smell his cologne, something intoxicating that made your head spin. He really was everything everyone had promised.
And then he opened his mouth.
“Hi,” he’d said, extending a hand towards you. “I’m Steve. And you are fucking beautiful.”
Embarrassingly, you’d giggled like a total fool, given him your hand, and introduced yourself. “Nice to meet you, Steve.”
He’d actually taken your hand and kissed your knuckles, like the prince he absolutely saw himself as. And then, that suave grin turned into something more like a cocky smirk, a look you’d grow to know and loathe. “You know, you look like a girl who deserves the very best,” he’d said. “And, wouldn’t you know it—by sheer coincidence, you’re looking at the best this frat has to offer.”
Okay, a little eye roll worthy, but that wasn’t abnormal for these frat guys. You’d raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what could you possibly offer me?”
His smirk had widened, and he moved in, grabbing you by the hip and pulling you against him. “Oh, things beyond your wildest dreams, baby,” he’d murmured, even as you gasped at the sheer audacity of this guy. “Why don’t we go up to my room and I can show you?”
You’d shoved him back by his chest, making him stumble, the beer in his cup sloshing over the sides and onto his light blue shirt. “You’re a fucking perv.”
Steve’s expression had immediately transformed into something harder, all traces of the charming smile from moments ago completely erased. “What the fuck?”
“You don’t get to just walk up and touch me. I don’t even know you.” You’d scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Does that actually work for you?”
“Yeah, actually,” he’d said, looking at you with pure distaste now. “With girls who aren’t an uptight cocktease.”
You’d laughed, but only in an attempt to keep yourself from punching this guy square in the jaw. “Oh, wow. Fuck you.”
“Fuck me, huh?” he’d said, that stupid smirk back in place. “You know, that’s a good idea, maybe it would help if I got that stick out of your ass and gave you something else—“
“Oh-kay, let’s go get a drink!” Margot had said, dragging you away before you could land the slap you were winding up. You heard him laughing behind you, the sound loud and infuriating.
“See you around, baby!” he’d called after you. Margot just dug her fingers into your arm, pulling you to a completely different part of the house as fast as she could.
Things with Steve did not improve after that. And, unfortunately for you, you couldn’t escape him. He was everywhere you turned. Not only the golden boy on campus—his photo was used on any and all promotions for the championship winning baseball team—but, soon, also the president of Sigma Chi. And your houses went hand in hand.
Every party you went to, Steve was there, holding court among his adoring subjects. The guys on campus thought he was the coolest guy who ever lived, and the girls were practically stepping over each other for a chance with him. You attempted to keep your distance, but Steve loved annoying you more than he loved the girls begging to go up to his bedroom.
Delta Gamma also partnered with Sigma Chi for just about everything. As the top houses, it was just a given. Every event, every fundraiser, every charity event and mixer and rager. As much as you adored everything about your sorority and had never felt like you’d made the wrong choice, Steve was the one thing that made you question it.
It was no secret, either. Everyone knew you and Steve hated each other. Steve’s frat brothers found it hilarious, while your sisters tried their best to keep you away from each other. You just couldn’t get along—being in each other’s space for too long always ended in disaster. A loud argument, heated insults, or sometimes even a thrown drink, if Steve was feeling extra mouthy that night. You were best kept far away from one another.
You’d grown close with another girl who’d pledged Delta Gamma, Nancy. Nancy was sweet and smart and although you loved all your sisters, you’d clicked with her immediately. Nancy also happened to know Steve well. They’d grown up together, even dated briefly in high school.
“Steve is an asshole,” Nancy had told you, confirming everything you already thought. “Seriously, don’t let him try to charm you. He’s full of it.”
It kind of seemed like you and Nancy were the only ones who saw it, though. Of course there were the girls he’d already scorned, but the vast majority of the Ohio State female student population were head over heels for Steve Harrington. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time you saw it.
That would never be you.
Your junior year had just begun, and by the end of September, homecoming season was well underway. Sigma Chi had already partnered with Delta Gamma, a surprise to no one.
What was a surprise was that you had a chance at being crowned queen this year. Homecoming court was something you’d never given much thought to. Your attention was already divided in so many directions—between your classes and honor society, track, event planning and sorority obligations with being Social Chair, and being a TA for the first time this year, you were booked and busy. The crown was the least of your concern. Even now, you didn’t stress about it. Everyone knew your chapter president, Lindsey, would be taking the crown anyway.
The week of homecoming itself was always busy and filled with excitement—stuffed full of events and activities, a good chunk of which you had a hand in planning. But still, courting had begun, and Tommy Hagan had been going all out to catch your attention.
It started with a bouquet of flowers so huge you had to divide them up into three different vases just to display them in a way that didn’t look ridiculous. Then, it was the food. Fruit baskets, a mini cake, so much of your favorite candy and chocolate you had to beg your sisters to eat some of it. The day you walked out of the house to the entire OSU choir serenading you on the front lawn, you’d been utterly speechless.
Tommy was nice enough, you guessed. If you had to partner with someone, he wasn’t the worst choice. That would be Steve Harrington, who, by expectations alone—because Steve didn’t put much effort into anything that wasn’t baseball or getting his dick wet—was courting Lindsey. He didn’t even have to try and he knew it.
There was a new gift or grand gesture from Tommy daily, while Steve had sent a single box of milk chocolates, a half dozen and definitely the cheapest on the shelf even though everyone knew the Harringtons were absolutely loaded—and Lindsey was allergic to dairy. You could tell she was annoyed about it, but she was going to partner with Steve regardless. Every time you brought another elaborate gift into the house, the look she gave you was cold and cutting. It was…awkward.
At least for now, you could push thoughts of homecoming from your brain. It was Saturday night, and you were ready to have some fun. Or at least try to, because you were about to walk right into King Steve’s kingdom.
You’d think you would have gotten used to his presence by now, but he never got any less annoying. It’s not like you could just skip every party. Everyone knew Sigma Chi threw the best parties of any frat on campus. Were you just not supposed to go because the president was a total pain in the ass? You could kiss your social status goodbye real fast.
Sometimes you’d get lucky and wouldn’t see him at all the whole night. Maybe just a flash of his stupid hair, or the sound of his laugh from another room. A glimpse at his cocky smirk as he led some poor girl up to his room. And other nights, he seemed hell bent on annoying you as much as possible.
You really, really hoped for the former tonight. You walked into the house with Nancy and Margot, the bass already thumping, the place overrun with college students in various states of intoxication. You looked good, you knew you did. Tiny skirt that showed off your legs, a top that displayed just enough chest to have guys staring every time they walked past. Not that that was hard.
“Do you want me to get us drinks?” Nancy asked, leaning over to yell over the music right in your ear. You nodded, and she gave you a soft smile before pushing her way through to the kitchen.
There was no sign of Steve so far, which you hoped was a good omen. Your eyes scanned the room, mostly familiar faces, but a decent amount of freshmen you hadn’t gotten to know well yet were there, too.
Nancy was back quickly, walking through the crowd holding the two red cups up high in an attempt to not spill them or get anything on her white blouse. She let out a sigh of relief when she finally reached you, handing you a drink.
“It’s a total madhouse in there,” she said. “Like, more than usual.”
“How many new pledges are there this year?” you asked, taking a sip of your beer. You linked hands with Nancy and began pushing through to the living room. You eventually found a place to stand against the wall, surveying the rest of the party.
“I have no idea,” she said. Her curls were pulled back on top with a bow, and she held her drink between both delicate hands. “It’s gotta be more than last year, right?”
It certainly seemed like it. The Sigma Chi parties were always intense, but it felt like you could barely move. “With Harrington in charge this year, who knows.”
Nancy rolled her eyes. “God, I know. When I heard he was president, I almost thought about dropping out.”
You laughed, shaking your head and taking another sip of your beer. “At least in two more years, I’ll never have to see him again.”
“Lucky you,” Nancy grumbled. “I’m sure I’ll always be seeing him at some point when I’m back in Hawkins for holidays. It’s like I can’t escape him.”
The sound of your name being called caught your attention. You looked around, looking for the source—and saw Tommy Hagan on his way over, hand held up in a wave and a bright smile on his freckled face.
“Here comes your loverboy,” Nancy mumbled into her cup, looking away like she was minding her own business.
“Hey,” Tommy said as he reached you. He wasn’t as bad as Steve, but they were best friends and looked like they could have shared a wardrobe. He wore a dark red polo and jeans, one hand now in his pocket and the other holding his own drink. “Wow, you look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” you smiled politely. “Um, thanks for the flowers this morning. Blue this time, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said, his smile somewhat sheepish as he ran a hand through his short hair. “I was thinking, like, a different bouquet for every color of the rainbow, or something.”
You nodded, eyebrows raised. “Ooh, yeah. I see the vision.”
A soft blush colored the pale skin on his cheeks. “Did you like them?”
He was being so sweet, you couldn’t help but soften. You weren’t interested in Tommy romantically, but you were happy to partner with him if that’s what he wanted. “They were beautiful. Seriously.” His eyes lit up, and at the fear of yet another bouquet to make your bedroom look even more like a greenhouse, you added, “But I am starting to run out of room to put vases.”
Tommy laughed softly, looking down at the floor. “Yeah. Maybe I should try to get creative.”
A shout came from the sliding glass back door, drawing all of your attention behind him. “Hagan! Come out here and show the new brothers how a keg stand is done!”
Tommy turned back to you. “Sorry. Duty calls, I guess,” he said, although he didn’t look all that sorry. Sigma Chi took their keg stands very seriously. “I’ll catch you around later though, yeah? You’re not planning to turn in early or anything?”
“I’ll be here,” you confirmed, drinking from your cup again. “Go show ‘em, Hagan.”
His grin only widened. “See you later, beautiful.”
You watched him go, laughing softly as he immediately switched gears from gentleman to frat bro the second he reached the back door.
“Please let him be done with the bouquets,” Nancy said as soon as he was gone, done acting like she hadn’t been paying attention the whole time. “I’ve already got half of the flowers in my room.”
The party went on, and eventually you lost Nancy to the crowd. She’d started seeing this guy a few weeks ago, Vance, a transfer student who had her totally smitten like you’d never seen before. While Nancy had always been your partner at these parties—more like your shield from Steve Harrington—she’d started wanting to spend more time with Vance, and who were you to stop her?
It wasn’t until later in the night, when you were leaning against the wall with yet another drink, that you finally saw him. Or heard him, rather, because his obnoxious loud voice and laugh usually entered a room before he did. At least he had a warning bell, you thought.
When Steve entered the living room with his friends, telling some story that was definitely not funny enough to warrant how hard they were laughing, you thought about making a run for it. But then his eyes locked with yours from across the room, and he shot you that stupid fucking smirk that made you irritated immediately. And he knew it.
He stared at you even while he kept talking to his friends, and you stared back. He liked to do these little power plays. Even the women around him weren’t drawing his attention away. And finally, much to your disappointment, he turned away long enough to excuse himself before walking straight for you.
You really regretted not making your escape while you had the chance.
Steve greeted you by your last name, something none of the other guys did, since they cared about actually impressing you. “How sweet of you to grace my house with your presence. I almost didn’t expect you to show.”
You scoffed. “Just because you’re president this year doesn’t mean you’re special—“
“Actually, it does,” he smirked. “This is my kingdom, baby.” He held his arms out, as if the opulent house crammed full of sweaty, drunk college students was supposed to impress you. “And you’re talking to the king.”
You couldn’t have rolled your eyes harder if you tried. “Do you even hear yourself when you talk? It’s like everything you say comes from the official douchebag handbook.”
His smirk only widened. “Maybe it does. Maybe I even wrote it.”
“Steve, I’m not even sure you can read.” You shook your head, looking off to the side, searching for any lifeline out of this conversation with your least favorite person on earth. “Why are you over here bothering me, anyway? Don’t you have some poor girl to flatter long enough to get in her pants?”
“I’d much rather get under that skirt,” he quipped. When your head snapped back in his direction, eyes practically glowing with the fire behind them and the promise of pouring your drink all over his dark blue shirt and stupid khakis, he held his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay,” he laughed. “I came over because you looked fucking miserable. Why do you always look so bored? You’re at a party.”
“I’m not bored,” you retorted simply.
“Could’ve fooled me,” he said, leaning a hand against the wall next to you. “You look pissed off to even be here.”
“That’s because you’re talking to me.”
Steve laughed, which was maybe your least favorite sound in the world. “Every time I see you here, you look bored. Like you think you’re too good to even be here.”
“Well, unfortunately, Sigma Chi has the most annoying guy possible as their president, so…” you trailed off, a hand on your hip. You took a sip from your beer again, but you would need a lot more alcohol to make Steve’s presence bearable.
He hummed, as if he were considering it. “I don’t know. I think you feel like you’re above all this.” He gestured around the room. “Why would you join a sorority if you hate parties so bad?”
“I don’t hate parties,” you argued. And it was true—you didn’t. You could have plenty of fun at a party. You were Social Chair.
“Well, whatever it is, you’re bringing down the mood,” he said. He downed the rest of his own drink, sitting the empty plastic cup on the mantel, where it would surely sit until some poor pledges were tasked with cleaning the whole place tomorrow.
“I don’t think anyone cares what I’m doing,” you muttered. “Other than you, for some fucking reason.”
Steve grinned again. “I know what you need.”
“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrows. “Is it for you to leave me alone and never speak to me again? Because I could agree with that.”
“You need to get high.”
That made you pause. “What?”
His smile grew. “I think you need to loosen up. Like, a lot.” He pointed a thumb over his shoulder, back towards the staircase. “I could roll us a joint. I wanted to go smoke anyway.”
You just blinked at him. “You’re—“ You were genuinely stunned. “You’re inviting me to go up to your room and smoke? This isn’t, like, some weird attempt to have sex, right? Because that is never gonna happen—“
“No, Jesus,” he laughed. “I just think you need to stop being so damn uptight for once. It would help, believe me.”
“I’ve smoked before, I’m not some prude,” you mumbled, because you knew that’s exactly what Steve saw you as. “If you’re offering, why can’t you just, like…roll me one and bring it back down here?”
“I keep the good shit hidden in my room,” he shrugged. “Otherwise, these assholes would steal it all. They don’t need to know about it.”
You hesitated, because no matter how badly you wanted to accept the invitation for some free weed, it came with a cost—spending time one on one with Steve Harrington. He looked at you expectantly while you looked around the room, biting the inside of your cheek as you fought with yourself over it.
“Fine,” you said finally. “But we smoke, and then I’m coming right back down here and finding Nancy.”
“Deal,” he smirked. “At least you’ll be more fun. We have a reputation here, you know.”
You rolled your eyes yet again as he turned, leading the way back to the staircase. The crowd always seemed to part for Steve like he was true royalty, a deep seated respect that you personally would never understand. Your eyes darted around to every face you passed, absolutely mortified at the idea of someone seeing you following him upstairs, but no one seemed to notice.
The polished wood of the banister was smooth beneath your palm as you followed. You’d never even been up these stairs at all, the second floor a total mystery you had never been too eager to uncover. Steve’s shoes thudded against the shining hardwood floors, passing room after room occupied with couples, some of them not even bothering to close the door all the way. You scrunched your face up in disgust at one particularly shameless makeout session with the bedroom door wide open.
Steve reached a room at the end of the hall, turning to look at you over his shoulder before turning the doorknob, as if it were some grand reveal. You had to admit—only to yourself—but you were a little curious about what waited on the other side.
You trailed into the room behind him, closing the door behind you. You looked around as Steve kneeled by his bed, pulling out a shoebox. The bedroom was neat, bed made, clothes put away besides the ones piled in the laundry hamper. There was a desk with a lamp, soft light shining over a mess of papers and textbooks. His dresser was cluttered with hair products and a few bottles of expensive cologne. There were a few posters tacked to the walls, mostly sports related, a few of scantily clad women, and the year’s OSU baseball schedule. He had a bookshelf against one wall, holding his textbooks and a staggering amount of baseball trophies. A framed team photo sat on one shelf, along with one of all the Sigs taken at the beginning of the semester.
“Having fun?” Steve asked, making you jump slightly as you turned to look at him. He was sitting on his bed now, the shoebox open next to him. He was smiling at you as his fingers worked dexterously to roll the joint. “Didn’t know you could be so nosy.”
You scoffed, but your cheeks felt a little hot. “Shouldn’t have stuff sitting out if you don’t want people to look at it.”
He laughed. “You can look at whatever you want.” He licked along the seam of the joint, perfectly rolled. “Go ahead and search the whole room, if you want. The porn mags are in that drawer.” He nodded towards his nightstand.
You scrunched your face up. “Ew. You’re so gross.”
Steve laughed again as he put his baggie of weed and papers back in the box, pushing it beneath his bed again. You took a seat on the plush carpet, back leaning against his dresser. He placed a muscular arm on the end of the bed frame and lowered himself to the floor to sit across from you.
“You can do the honors if you want,” he offered, holding the joint out towards you.
There was a moment of hesitation before you reached forward, taking it from his fingers. “I don’t understand why you’re being nice to me,” you said, brows furrowed even as you placed the joint between your lips, flicking the lighter and holding the flame to the end.
“I’m not being nice to you,” he said. He still had that same look he always had when he looked at you, like it was one of his life’s greatest joys to piss you off, to get you worked up and upset. “Like I said, you’re ruining my party. Can’t have word spreading around campus that people are here looking bored. Sigs are the party kings of campus, and that’s not changing, especially not with me in charge.”
“Oh, right,” you said, exhaling that first cloud of smoke. “The new ruler can’t appear weak, and all that.”
“Exactly,” he smirked. He watched you take another hit, then leaned forward, accepting the joint back from you and taking a long pull himself.
“I don’t think anyone pays as much attention to me as you do, Steve,” you said. That warm feeling was starting to settle over you, and he was right—you were relaxing already. It was the first time you’d been in a room with him and didn’t want to scream or punch him.
His gaze was heavy on you as he hit the joint, looking at you with that intensity he always seemed to hold when you were in a room together. But now it was making you fidget, the room suddenly feeling hot.
“Who says I pay attention to you?” he finally asked. His voice was lower now, and when he leaned forward to pass the joint back to you, your fingers brushed together. It sent a jolt through your body, and you jerked your hand back quickly, bringing it to your lips to give yourself time to think before you spoke again.
“It’s kind of obvious.” Smoke billowed from your lips as you responded. The room was growing thick with it, a haze surrounding you both in and outside of your head. “Always staring at me, coming over just to annoy me…”
“It’s fun,” he admitted, laughing softly. He ran a hand through his hair, starting to lose its shape and flop into his wide hazel eyes. “Every time you get mad, you get that cute little furrow between your eyebrows, your lips get all pouty, and you roll your eyes about a million times.”
You paused—and then giggled, leaning forward to pass the joint back. “Seriously? I told you, you pay attention to me.”
Your laughter was starting to get Steve going too. He took another pull. “I mean, I notice things that are nice to look at. I’m only a man, after all.”
The laughter felt like something you could no longer control, bubbling up in your chest and filling Steve’s bedroom much like the smoke in the air. It was contagious, the two of you laughing together as you finished off the joint.
“You know you always say the cheesiest stuff possible,” you giggled, your body fully relaxed into the floor at this point. Your limbs felt heavy in the best way, like every bit of tension in your muscles had faded. “It’s kind of amazing how everyone thinks you’re so cool, because you’re kind of a total dork.”
Steve laughed hard, his head tilting back. You couldn’t help but notice the strong column of his throat, the way the muscles flexed in his neck and chest. “I have to get creative,” he said, fixing his eyes back on yours once again. “I aim to keep you entertained, after all.”
“I guess you do,” you smiled. “Annoyed, yes. Bored? Never.”
He watched you for a minute, something thoughtful seeming to cross his face. Your eyes locked in that way they often did, just staring. Seeing each other. Steve always had a way of making you feel like he could see right through you, and it made you wonder if he felt the same about you, too.
The fact that you were enjoying Steve’s company seemed to strike you all at once. It was confusing—maybe concerning—but for now, you were too high to care. He’d been right. This was what you needed.
Steve nudged your foot with his own. “I’ve never seen you look so peaceful,” he grinned. “Who knew there was more to you than being stuck up and…snobby.”
You snorted a laugh. “Fuck you, Harrington.”
The grin on his face grew. “Oh, would that help you relax some more?” he said, looking a little too proud of himself. “Because I’d be happy to help you with that, too.”
Your eyes widened, and Steve was pretty sure you were about to tell him off again—but then you tossed your head back, laughing harder than he’d ever heard from you. “Oh my god. In your dreams.”
Steve smirked, that same look you’d grown to know as cocky and insufferable, but right now, you didn’t seem to mind it. It was endearing, almost. Handsome, maybe. “Baby, you let me fuck you, and you’ll be dreaming about it for months.”
It’s like everything he said, every stupid, corny line that would usually have you irritated, was suddenly the funniest thing you’d ever heard. “You really think you’re god’s gift to women, huh?”
“I know I am.” He tilted his head to the side, body relaxed as he leaned back against his bed frame. “Never heard a single complaint.”
“That’s because girls know how to fake it,” you mumbled. “Guys can never tell.”
“Oh, I can tell.” His hands flexed where they rested on his thighs, the veins beneath his skin suddenly extremely distracting. “Some guys can’t, sure. But I know the difference between some fake pornstar moans to boost some pathetic dude’s ego, and how it really feels to make a girl fall apart.”
Your cheeks felt hot now. Your whole body did, even though your outfit didn’t cover much skin. “You’re not that good in bed.”
“How would you know?” he asked, looking at you with genuine curiosity and something like delight.
“I can just tell,” you answered quickly, looking down at the soft beige carpet beneath your bare thighs. “Guys never care about making girls feel good. Just themselves.” That’s how it had been with every guy you’d ever slept with. Not a single one had been different.
“I’m not other guys,” Steve said, voice lower now. It made your breath hitch in your throat, slowly raising your head to look at him. He was still smiling at you, but there was something different behind his eyes now, something heavy and burning.
You returned his smile, laughing softly even as you felt your heart speed up in your chest. “Yeah, well. I don’t think any guy is different in that department.”
“You wanna bet?”
That almost earned him another eye roll (playful this time, but still)—until he shifted, moving over to sit next to you. You tensed as you felt his shoulder brush against yours, feeling both electricity and heat even through the fabric of your clothes.
“Steve…”
His large hand came up slowly. Now he was looking at you in a way you’d never seen from him before. The familiar cocky smirk was gone, his soft lips parted slightly as his eyes raked over every part of you like he wanted to memorize the way you looked right now. Your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths, watching his intense gaze travel slowly, taking his time. From your eyes, to your lips, down your throat. Lower, to your chest, but not in the pervy way he’d done in the past. No, it wasn’t that—it was…reverent. Like he was seeing something holy.
His hand finally moved, brushing your hair back softly. It made you draw in a sharp breath, chills spreading across the skin of your neck where he’d made contact.
“I like you like this,” he said, voice low and quiet. His eyes were locked on the side of your neck, where he’d just touched.
It took you a second to find your voice, although it came out more like a whisper. “Like…what?”
“Happy,” he said. His gaze finally moved to your eyes. “Comfortable. Real.” His eyes dropped to your lips. “You know, you’re really pretty when you smile like that.”
You were pretty sure you had to be dreaming, because in no world were you sitting in Steve’s bedroom while he looked at you like that. Like he wanted to kiss you. Like he was actually moving in, leaning in slowly to close the distance as if giving you all the chance in the world to run away—
You didn’t. Your eyes fell closed and then, with the force of a meteor crashing into the earth despite how soft and gentle it was, his lips met yours. His hand rested against the side of your neck while yours moved up to grip onto his bicep. He tilted his head slightly and your lips slotted together perfectly, moving together with a practiced kind of confidence and a sense of rightness you never should have felt with Steve Harrington ever.
There was no time to think with the way he was kissing you, slow and deep but utterly consuming. It was careful at first, exploratory. It felt so good, your lips moving with his like it was second nature. Steve was a good kisser. You knew he had plenty of experience, and it’s not like you didn’t, but he was taking the lead and you were happy to let him.
His tongue traced along your bottom lip, and you parted your lips on instinct. His tongue met yours with a soft groan that had you digging your nails into his arm through the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him closer.
Steve laid you back on the soft carpet with way more care than you’d ever seen him show anything. He braced himself on a strong arm planted next to your head, never breaking the kiss for a single second. His body hovered over yours, one knee moving between your thighs where your skirt had fallen up around your waist, pressing against you through your panties. His free hand rested on your hip now, holding onto you. You let out a soft moan against his lips, delirious from every point of contact, rocking your hips down against his leg to feel that friction you craved so desperately.
He groaned, moving from your mouth to kiss across your jaw, down to your neck, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin, giving you chills. Your breaths were coming in hard and heavy now, holding onto his broad shoulders like a lifeline, eyes closed as you felt every sensation he provided.
“So pretty,” he murmured against your neck, grinding his knee against you to meet every needy movement. He nipped lightly at the sensitive spot below your ear. You could feel his smirk against your skin when you gasped, hips bucking against him in response. It made no sense how he knew exactly what to do, like he somehow knew your body better than you did.
“Steve…” you whimpered, the only word your brain could conjure.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. His breath was hot against your skin, sucking at your neck, biting then soothing the sting with his tongue. “Let me hear you. Gonna make you feel so good.”
The hand on your hip slowly slid up the smooth skin of your side, rucking your shirt up. You sat up long enough to help him pull it off completely, leaving you in the lacy bra you wore beneath. He wasted no time lowering his head to mouth at the top of your breasts, practically burying his face in them, kissing and sucking and biting at the exposed skin.
“Always had the best fucking tits,” he moaned, losing himself in a way you could only describe as worshipful. He reached behind you to unhook your bra easily, pulling it away and tossing it to the side. He pulled back to look down at your body, the look in his eyes one of pure hunger. “Actually insane fuckin’ pair, Jesus Christ.”
You laughed, because yeah, there was the Steve you knew. That laugh turned into a gasp, then a moan, when he leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples.
“Fuck,” you gasped, hands shooting up to tangle in his hair. “Oh my god—“
He swirled his tongue around the stiff peak, groaning as he sucked on it. He grabbed the other, massaging your breast in his large hand, slightly calloused from years of pitching. The friction on your sensitive, hardened nipple was maddening, back arching and pushing your tits further into his face.
He never let up with the movements against your soaked cunt, either, even as he switched back and forth between your tits. Your clit was swollen and throbbing and begging for more, and you were pretty sure your panties were utterly ruined. You could feel the pleasure building in your core with an intensity that felt like it would completely take your breath away.
You’d never had a guy make you cum in your life, and now Steve Harrington was about to do it in five minutes, fully clothed, with his fucking thigh?
Steve could sense the tension coiling in your body—and he pulled away, taking away every delicious ounce of pleasure he’d been building.
Your eyes opened, still heavy lidded and hazy. “What—?”
“My bed,” he said, and you noticed he was breathing hard, too. “Not gonna fuck you for the first time on the floor.”
You didn’t give yourself time to think about his words. He helped you up, then pulled you into another frantic kiss as you both shed clothes as fast as you could with your lips still attached, utterly desperate for each other.
Steve’s mattress creaked softly as you fell back onto it, now in nothing but your panties. You moved back towards his pillows, leaning up on your elbows as you watched him.
God, he looked good with his shirt off, you absolutely hated to admit. He had thick hair covering his chest, which was muscular and strong, but his stomach was still a little soft. His skin was sun-kissed, those moles dotting his body all over. The desire to kiss every single one of them surged suddenly within you, but you pushed the thought away. That was…intimate.
His gaze remained heavy on you as he worked his belt open without drawing away his attention once. The way he looked at you was like a starving man preparing for a feast. Your thighs were slightly parted, and he didn’t miss how damp your panties were. For him.
Finally down to his boxer briefs alone, you could see more of him than you ever had before. He was fully hard, the outline of his dick visible as it strained against the thin, snug material.
And the rumors were true.
“Jesus,” you breathed. That cocky smirk returned to his face as he watched your wide-eyed stare. Truthfully, he was used to that reaction. “You’re…”
“I know, baby,” he purred, crawling onto the bed over you. He leaned down, peppering kisses along your legs as he moved higher along your body. “It’ll fit. I’ll be careful. ‘m gonna take care of you like you deserve.”
It felt like you were melting into the soft sheets and comforter surrounding you. Steve was taking his time, placing hot, open mouthed kisses against your calf, his hand roaming up the other leg in time with his mouth. He rose higher, over your knee, up the inside of your thigh.
He laid on his stomach between your legs, kissing and nipping all along the sensitive skin of both inner thighs. Your legs trembled. The sight of him there, with his mouth all over you, was almost too overwhelming to even take in. Your head dropped against his pillows, just giving in to his every desire, your body coming alive with every touch. Trusting him.
“You’re so wet for me,” he breathed in pure admiration. His nose nuzzled against your core through the thin material, and you drew in a sharp gasp. He looked up at you from between your legs, fingers moving to dip beneath the waistband of your panties. “Has anyone ever tasted you before?”
You froze as you realized what he was asking you, what he was planning to do. By the time you found your words, he’d already slipped the delicate material down and off your body. You shuddered as you felt his breath against your pussy, cool against the wetness there, for him.
“I—“ You jolted when you felt him rub his nose against your folds, breathing in the intoxicating scent of you. Your whole body was flushed and hot. “…No.”
Steve groaned. The idea of being the first to pleasure you like this had his cock throbbing between his body and the mattress. “Fuckin’ idiots,” he grumbled, drinking in the sight of you for a little longer before he finally moved in, dragging his tongue against your cunt, moaning like he’d never tasted anything better. “You have the perfect fuckin’ pussy. Tastes so sweet.”
Your hips jerked against his mouth, crying out at that first unfamiliar contact. You heard his low chuckle, but there was no humor behind it, just pure want. He dove in, devouring you properly.
The feeling of his tongue against you was more intense than you’d anticipated. Your fingers tangled in his perfect hair, making a mess of it, pulling just hard enough to earn a groan from his chest that vibrated against your clit. You were nearly seeing stars already, hips rocking up against his mouth as he flicked his tongue against the swollen nub, sucking gently before moving down to your hole. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was pulling you apart piece by piece until you could hardly stand it.
You’d heard of this before, of course you had. Your sorority sisters had mentioned it a few times, and you’d seen it in that trashy porno you, Nancy, and Carol had spent the night giggling at after sharing a joint and some vodka crans. But you always thought of it as a myth. No man you’d ever been with had even offered, even if you’d gone down on him first. You figured it was something guys just didn’t do, or at least something they didn’t want to do.
Not Steve, apparently, because he was worshipping you like he could have spent hours with his face buried between your legs. His skilled tongue worked against you in all the right ways, moaning against you and grinding his hips against the bed, even harder if you tugged on his hair, which you were quickly learning he liked.
“Steve—“ you gasped, body writhing and arching beneath him. “Oh my god, I—-“
“That’s it,” he praised, pulling away from you just long enough to speak, eyes glazed and lips and chin shining with your wetness, before diving in again. “Doing so good for me, sweetheart. You’re so fucking hot.”
You whimpered when you felt his thick finger pressing against your entrance, moaning as he pushed inside while his mouth focused on your clit again. With how wet you were, he slid inside easily, fucking you before quickly adding a second finger. He curled them deep inside, pressing against something that nearly had you screaming his name loud enough for the whole party to hear.
“Steve!” you gasped, one hand still tangled in his hair while the other gripped onto the pillow, feeling like you would actually float away if you didn’t hold on. The pleasure he was giving you was nearly overwhelming, your body beginning to tremble harder as that coil tightened again, faster and more intense this time. He slipped in a third, fucking you deep, stretching you around his thick fingers.
“Gotta get you ready for me,” he panted, dragging his tongue through your folds one more time just to taste you. “Fuck. You’re so good, gonna take me so well, every fuckin’ inch, I know you will. Gonna stretch so perfectly around my cock.”
A whine crawled its way from your throat, hips rocking against his fingers as he fucked you deep with them, pressing against that bundle of nerves that had you losing your mind. “Steve…Steve…oh fuck, I’m—“
He didn’t let up with his fingers for a single second. But it was when he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking, while his fingers thrusted in hard and deep, that made it finally snap.
Your vision went white, your body tensing and mouth dropping open in a scream that was silent at first, before you let out what were probably the most pornstar-worthy sounds you’d ever made in your life. “Steve! Oh, fuck!”
Steve groaned at the sound, lapping up every bit of you, letting you grind your pussy against his tongue and working you through every shuddering aftershock until your body went limp beneath him. When he finally pulled back, you fully expected him to look up at you with that look he almost always wore, the one that made him look so proud of himself, so punchable. But instead he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before sucking his fingers clean greedily, looking down at your body with that same heated, wanting expression.
He sat up on his knees. You didn’t think it was possible before but he was even harder now, a wet spot on his boxers at the tip of his cock where he’d been absolutely dripping for you. His thumbs hooked into the waistband, pushing down just enough for you to get a glimpse of the hair that disappeared below.
“You ready for me?” he asked, voice a low rumble.
You let out a shaky breath, looking up at him with wide eyes. “…Yeah.”
Steve smirked down at you and pushed the material down in one go. His cock sprung free—and it was even more impressive than it looked before. He was thick and long, a slight right curve, vein prominent along the underside. His tip was flushed red like he was real desperate, and glistening from the precum he’d been leaking the whole time he was taking care of you. Another drop was beading at his slit. You’d never had a man look like he wanted you this bad.
You knew you were staring, and Steve certainly saw it, too. “See something you like, baby?”
You let out a breathless laugh, but truthfully, you were in no position to crack a joke or even deny it. You simply watched as he shed the last bit of clothing completely, leaving you both completely bare in his bed.
He leaned over you and reached to open the bedside drawer. There really were porn mags in there, which might have made you laugh if you couldn’t feel that thick length twitching against your thigh. He grabbed a condom and shoved the drawer closed, sitting back up on his knees. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and rolled it onto his cock.
When he leaned over your body again, one arm braced near your shoulder and the other stroking his cock slowly, your heart began to pound fast. There was that brief moment of I’m really doing this, right now, with him, but you’d never wanted anything more in your life.
Steve lined the head of his cock up with your entrance. You were still soaked, so he wasn’t worried, but you were. You’d heard rumors of how some girls couldn’t even take him, only getting him halfway in before giving up and jerking him off instead. You hadn’t believed them, because starting a rumor about the size of his dick was absolutely something you could see Steve doing. But now you were here in his bed, seeing firsthand that it was very true.
He traced his cock up and down through your folds, coating himself in that slick wetness, showing a surprising amount of care. He placed hot, gentle kisses along your jaw as he did, voice a soft, low rumble in your ear.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, lips brushing against your skin. “You don’t like it, we don’t have to. But I’ve got you, baby. You’re so good, I think you can take it.”
You could hear the need in his voice, how badly he needed you to let him fuck you. But you also knew he was true to his word.
But, god, you wanted to take all of him. To show him you could, to feel him buried deep. To make him fall apart.
Steve kissed his way back to your lips, kissing you slow and deep, tongue massaging against yours. You felt the sting of the thick head of his cock pushing inside you, and you let out a soft whimper into the kiss. He moaned against you and pushed in just a little deeper.
“That’s it,” he whispered between kisses. He grabbed your thigh with his left hand now, spreading you wide for him. “Doin’ so good, baby, letting me in.” He rolled his hips in shallow thrusts, just that little bit inside of you, sinking in another inch with every slow, deliberate thrust, working you open.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, but he kept your attention on him, entirely on the way he was kissing you. You weren’t sure why or how but it was working, his slow, languid kiss distracting you from the sharp sting where he was stretching you around the girth of him, coaxing your body to relax.
The feeling of being filled was like nothing else. Sure, you’d had plenty of sex, but Steve made you feel absolutely stuffed full before he was even completely inside. He held your thigh up, keeping you open for him, your flexibility not lost on him. He rolled his hips in a few more slow thrusts—and then you felt his hips pressed flush against you.
“Christ,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to lean his forehead against yours. “So perfect, baby, you fuckin’—took it all, Jesus—“
You’d never heard Steve sound so utterly wrecked. He rolled his hips against you a few times, just enjoying the feeling of being completely sheathed inside your tight heat. And fuck, you were stretched around him perfectly, tight and hot. You felt like absolute heaven around his cock.
His cock throbbed inside you, so hard you could feel it. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, palms rubbing over his hot skin, a thin sheen of sweat coating it from the sheer effort of holding back from pounding into you.
“Steve,” you whimpered. Your cunt fluttered around him, and he dropped his head to your shoulder with a broken moan.
“Yeah?” he rasped. His hips rocked lightly against you, betraying his desperation.
“You can…” You gasped as the coarse hair at his base rubbed against your clit, still so sensitive but aching for him again. “…You can move.”
Steve moaned again, placing a few hot kisses against your neck as if thanking you. Finally he pulled his hips back, slowly withdrawing almost fully. Only his tip remained, and you could have cried at the loss of that perfect full feeling. But then he sank back in—slow at first, filling you to the brim again. Your desperate sounds of pleasure mixed together in the hot, charged air of his bedroom, a symphony intertwined much like your bodies.
“Shit,” he cursed. He set a careful rhythm, every thrust measured and slow and deep. “You’re taking me so fucking good. Fuuuuck. That pussy is fucking unreal.”
You could barely think straight. Your entire world narrowed down to the feeling of Steve inside of you, stretching you open perfectly. The sting was still there, but it was quickly fading into pure ecstasy with every movement of his hips. Your body was adapting to him like it was made for it.
Hands tangled in his hair again, you pulled him down into another messy kiss, all tongue and desperation, sloppy and hungry and hot. He groaned loudly into it, hips rutting into you faster.
Whines and whimpers and keening moans were spilling from your lips with little control. Your hips moved in time with his thrusts, meeting him every time. His cock was deeper than you thought possible, brushing against that spot that quickly had you gasping and babbling complete nonsense.
“Feels so good Steve, oh fuck, oh god, please don’t stop, don’t fucking stop I’m gonna cum again, Steve please, oh god—!”
Every word that tumbled from your lips was like fuel to the fire of his intense need. He couldn’t hold back anymore, couldn’t worry about if he might hurt you, too lost in the feeling of your body wrapped around him. His hips rocked against yours in a frantic pace now, his breaths coming in ragged pants, eyes locked on the way your tits bounced with the force of his thrusts. You arched your back and he leaned down to wrap his lips around a nipple again, moaning as he laved his tongue over it, eyes closed and completely pussydrunk, all because of you.
He sucked hard on your nipple one more time before letting go with a wet pop and sitting up on his knees. He held onto your waist and used your body, pulling you down onto his cock with every rough snap of his hips. His eyes were locked on the sight, watching himself disappear into your perfect cunt, seeing you stretch around him, take him whole.
“Holy fuck,” he panted. The sight of the muscles in his arms and chest flexing as he took what he needed from you, watching you with such heat, made you feel utterly delirious. He looked powerful and strong, like an absolute god. “Jesus. Look how you take me, baby, fuck. Knew you’d be good, but—“ His hips stuttered, eyes rolling back for a second. “—shit, holy fuck—“
“Baby,” you gasped, grabbing onto the pillow above your head. Your cunt was tightening, throbbing around him, soaking his cock. The sound of him driving into you was loud and obscene—the slick, wet sounds, the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You might have felt a little self conscious if you could think about anything other than his cock coaxing that second orgasm from your trembling body. “I can’t—oh god, Steve, please…”
“You can do it,” he was nearly begging now, his cock beginning to twitch within your tight walls, so close to his own end but determined to get you there first. “Come on, baby, give it to me. Let me feel it. Cum all over my cock, show me how good it feels, how much you like getting fucked by me.”
You turned your head, biting down on a pillow you held to your face in an effort to muffle the scream that ripped from your lungs. Your body arched, cunt clenching around him as wave after wave of overwhelming, perfect pleasure washed over you. Your ears were ringing, moaning and gasping and babbling his name again and again.
“Shit!” Steve cursed, hips pounding into you reckless and fast. “That’s it, god yeah, let me feel it—oh fuck—you’re so good, so fucking good baby, letting me fuck you like this, squeezing around me—shit—oh baby, gonna make me—gonna make me fuckin’ cum—“
His body pitched forward over yours, bracing himself on an arm and burying his face in your neck. His cock buried deep in you, hips snapping in a few more frantic, shallow thrusts before he tensed, his groan muffled against your skin as he spilled into the condom, repeating your name over and over, body shaking with the intensity.
Your head was spinning. You could hear your heart beating in your ears. Steve’s body was heavy on top of you, your sweat-slicked skin pressed together, as he tried to catch his breath. It was a minute of heavy silence before he finally slid his softening cock out of you, collapsing onto his back.
The loss of that glorious full feeling was disappointing, to say the least. But as Steve removed the condom from his spent cock, tying it off and tossing it into his trash can, the moment finally, properly, broke.
And you realized you were naked in Steve Harrington’s bed. That you had fucked him.
The effects of the weed seemed to have worn off, leaving you feeling suddenly cold and exposed and panicked. Even as you began to freak out more and more, Steve looked totally fine, laying back against the headboard with an arm behind his head. His chest still rose and fell with heavy breaths, skin still shining with sweat, but he looked satisfied. Proud of himself in that way that always pissed you off, but especially now.
“So,” he said, and like so many times before, he’d ruined it all the moment he opened his mouth. “You let me fuck you after all, huh?”
“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, sitting up and reaching for your clothes. You felt like you couldn’t stand to be exposed like this to him for another second, holding every article of clothing you grabbed to your chest until you found it all.
Steve laughed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He didn’t seem to have any qualms about being totally naked in front of you, comfortable in his own skin the way he always was. “Those panties might be ruined. They were pretty soaked. You can leave them here with me, if you want.” He grinned wider. “I’ll keep them safe. Won’t even wash ‘em.”
“You’re a pig,” you spat back at him. He wasn’t exactly wrong, though. You didn’t want to put them back on, but you weren’t about to walk out of this room wearing that tiny skirt with nothing underneath.
“But was I right?”
“About what?” you asked as you hooked your bra, roughly pulling your shirt back on. The scowl on your face was a permanent fixture at this point, which was amusing to him.
“That I’m good?” he raised his eyebrows, and the grin on his face told you he knew the real answer no matter what you said in response.
“You weren’t that good,” you mumbled. You pulled your skirt back onto your hips, grabbing your shoes.
Steve laughed. “Oh, come on. That’s not what you were saying when you were practically riding my face, or when you were cumming on my dick, begging me not to stop.” His words made your face burn, unable to even say something smart in return. “You don’t have to lie to me, baby. I was there.”
Fully dressed now, you moved to his dresser mirror, trying to fix your appearance. “Don’t call me baby.”
He crossed his ankles, just watching you with that infuriating grin. He made no move to cover any part of his body, his cock laying against his thigh. It was huge even when he was soft, which you hated that you even noticed.
“Aw, why’re you so mad now?” The condescending tone in his voice made you shiver with the effort of not losing your absolute shit. “Personally, I had fun. And I just gave you your first orgasm ever—“
“Not my first orgasm.”
“Sorry, your first orgasm that you didn’t give yourself.” He tilted his head, smirking. You could feel his eyes all over your body, shameless. “Two of them, actually. So really, you should probably be thanking me.”
You barked out a laugh as you wiped a lipstick smudge from the corner of your mouth. You turned around, noticing for the first time that some of it had transferred to his face. “I’m not thanking you for shit. This never should’ve happened.”
Steve watched you head for the door. He had no intention of stopping you. He’d never let a girl stay in his bed after sex, and he wasn’t about to start now. He moved lazily even as he sat up and began to grab his own clothes.
“You can pretend you didn’t like it all you want, baby,” he said, not even looking at you anymore as he pulled his boxer briefs back onto his legs. “But you and I both know what happened in here tonight, and I don’t think you’ll be forgetting it any time soon.”
You held back a frustrated scream as you walked out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Thankfully the music was loud enough that it didn’t draw any attention. You stomped down the hallway and down the stairs, back into the chaos that now felt suffocating and overwhelming in a way it never had before.
You found Nancy in the kitchen, laughing with some of the other sisters. When she spotted you her expression turned serious, saying something to the girls before walking straight to you.
“Where did you go?” she asked, reaching for your arm. Her hand was a little cold and every touch to your skin right now felt like a scalding burn, but you didn’t pull away. “I’ve been looking for you for ages.”
“Just got wrapped up talking to some people,” you mumbled, unable to make eye contact with her. “I’m gonna head home, though.”
Nancy’s brows furrowed. “Now? Already? It’s still pretty early.”
“I just don’t feel good,” you said. All you really wanted was to get back to the safety of your own bedroom and freak out about this in private. “You don’t have to leave.”
“No, don’t be silly. I’m going with you.” She drained the last of the contents of her cup and tossed it into the nearby trash can, intertwining her fingers with yours. “This party kinda sucked tonight, anyway.”
You smiled at her, genuinely grateful. Nancy was your best friend for a reason, and you loved her. But you could never tell her what happened tonight.
As you walked hand in hand to the front door, you felt a creeping feeling up your spine. Just as Nancy turned the doorknob, opening the door and letting the cool September air inside, you looked back over your shoulder.
Steve leaned against the railing upstairs, watching you. When you locked eyes, he lifted a hand in a wave, smiling down at you.
You left the house, letting the door close hard behind you.
Steve was haunting you.
Not even in the way he always had, constantly in the same places, an unavoidable physical presence. No, this was worse. He was in your head now. And for the first time ever, you felt you had actually been lucky before.
The night after that first fateful mistake, you’d gotten back to the house, told Nancy you didn’t feel good, and went straight to bed. You removed your clothes from the party, shoved that pair of panties straight in the trash. You didn’t think you could ever look at them again.
Sleep didn’t come easily. You laid in bed, thinking about Steve and what you’d done without a moment’s reprieve. It was miserable, but you figured it was normal. Something terrible had just happened after all; a horrible mistake had been made, so of course you were going to think about it. It would fade. You would feel better tomorrow.
The problem was that it never stopped.
You woke up thinking about Steve. Went to class thinking about him. Every time you saw him on campus—and he always saw you first, smirking at you and giving you that douchebag nod, or a casual wave that he knew was anything but—you averted your eyes and headed quickly in the other direction.
If the fact that you’d done it at all didn’t disgust you enough, it was nothing compared to the horrible truth. That you’d liked it. Loved it. Wanted more. He really was the best you’d ever had, and you didn’t think he’d ever done a single thing that had pissed you off more than that.
Of all the guys you’d been with, guys who were plenty hot and popular and well liked, not a single one of them had ever cared about your pleasure in any way. They were only interested in getting themselves off. You were pretty sure they wouldn’t have been able to find the clit if they’d even bothered to try.
But Steve? He had absolutely rocked your world exactly like he promised. The only orgasms you’d ever experienced had been by your own hands, and you figured no one ever would or could know your body better than you did. How did he know the exact right places to touch, the right things to do? Every girl was different, right? Did he have some kind of stupid fucking superpower?
He had you completely spiraling. You felt like you were losing your mind. Even Nancy and Carol and the other girls noticed there was something up with you. Nancy was the only one who asked, but you quickly made up some excuse about being stressed over classes and homecoming. Tommy was still doing everything in his power to win you over, but there was only one Sigma Chi member on your mind at all hours, day and night.
You laid in bed at night with the memory haunting you. His mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his stupidly huge dick that he knew exactly how to use, that he’d taken so much care with so he wouldn’t hurt you. How hard you’d cum when he went down on you, the way he made you cum again with nothing but his cock. The memories replayed through your mind nonstop until the ache between your thighs became unbearable and you couldn’t help it anymore, your hand slipping beneath your shorts and panties and burying your moans in your fist until you came moaning his name, picturing his face the way he looked staring up at you from between your legs.
That was the worst of it, the guilt and confusion and disappointment you felt when it was over. When you were laying there in the quiet dark of your bedroom, realizing that you were really, truly fucked.
You wanted Steve. You wanted him bad. And you didn’t think you could keep lying to yourself.
By the time the next party came around, you were done even trying to pretend.
You spent a little extra time getting ready in your bedroom, picking out a cute little dress after trying on nearly everything in your closet. It was form fitting, short, and a bit revealing. You knew it would catch his attention. You honestly weren’t sure why you were even trying, since you’d never had to try to get him to notice you before, even when you desperately didn’t want him to.
When you met Nancy and Carol in the front room, their eyes widened at the sight of you. “Woah. That’s the slut dress,” Carol remarked right away.
It made you laugh even as your skin flushed with embarrassment. It was true. This dress rarely ever came out, and when it did it was because you were going on a date you really wanted to end happily—hence the nickname your friends had dubbed it with.
“Is there something you wanna tell us?” Nancy asked, her brows raised. “I mean, you look great, but…who’s it for?”
The question made you freeze for a moment, even though you should’ve known they’d ask. Of course they would. But you recovered quickly, making up a lie on the spot that you prayed sounded believable. “No one in particular. Just…hoping to catch the attention of someone interesting, at least.”
That seemed good enough for Carol, who turned away and started digging through her purse to make sure she’d packed her lipstick, but Nancy watched you a little longer. She was always so analytical with everything, and as your best friend, she knew you too well for you to get away with lying to her about much. And you hated lying to Nancy, you really did, but how would you explain this?
The three of you left Delta Gamma as a unit, arms linked together. The walk to the Sigma Chi house wasn’t far, and it was a chilly evening, but nothing too bad. The bare skin of your thighs felt the sting of the cold the most, but before you knew it you were walking in the front door, the packed frat house instantly hot enough to make you grateful for the amount of skin you had showing.
For the first time, you were grateful to be separated from your girls so quickly. And, equally as unusual in this alternate dimension you’d somehow stepped into—you wanted to find Steve. Your eyes scanned each room for him, ears focused on listening for his voice. Something you couldn’t explain led you to the backyard, a place you didn’t often venture here.
The hot tub was on, and overcrowded. Some of the guys were in with a handful of girls, most sitting in someone’s lap. A larger crowd just hung out on the back deck, some even into the yard beneath the lights. You heard the sound of his laughter quickly, turning your head to the left at the exact time he looked in your direction.
And god, you hated to admit it, but he looked good. His hair was once again perfectly styled, and he wore a long sleeve dark green shirt with a pair of jeans that he wore…really, really well. They were tight, perfectly fitted, and you didn’t know how you’d never known about his size when he wore pants like that. His ass looked great, too.
Fuck.
You locked eyes with him. He held your gaze for a minute, smirk on his face even as he kept talking to his friends. Then, for the first time ever—he turned away. Going right back to his conversation as if you’d never even been there at all.
You were stunned.
Never in the history of your time at OSU had Steve seen you and not immediately approached to piss you off. He had never dismissed you like that. If the rage hadn’t already been boiling in your blood, it certainly was now.
You scoffed, turning around and walking back into the house. If he was expecting you to come to him, it wasn’t gonna happen. It had never happened that way before and wasn’t going to start now. Instead you pushed your way to the kitchen, heading straight to pour yourself a drink.
Just as you were reaching for one of the red plastic cups, another hand came around your shoulder and grabbed it before you could. You turned around, more confused than angry, to see Tommy Hagan standing right behind you, a warm smile on his freckled face.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, looking like he just realized how awkward of a move it was. “I just—can I get you a drink?”
You paused for a second. “Um…yeah, sure. Thanks.”
“No problem,” he said, his expression becoming a little more comfortable at your acceptance. He moved around to the counter that held a keg and multiple bottles of liquor. It was surrounded by people, as it always was, but they moved for Tommy out of respect in the same way they did for Steve. “What’re you drinking?”
You scanned the selection—there was a bit of everything. Sigma Chi took pride in keeping the alcohol flowing at every party. “Tequila?”
“You got it.” Tommy grinned. He filled the red cup from the keg and passed it back to you, then reached for the bottle of tequila, pouring two shots. He handed one to you and held the other out in a toast.
You smiled softly as you gently tapped your cup against his, then brought it to your lips, downing the burning liquid with ease. Tommy laughed when you scrunched your face up in disgust for a second.
“You’d think Harrington would splurge for the good shit,” Tommy said, leaning back against the counter as he looked at you. “I guess I can’t complain about free alcohol, though.”
“True,” you smiled, even though you really didn’t want to talk or think about Steve anymore, especially right now. “Thanks. Again. For the drinks.” You held your beer up towards him before taking a sip.
“No problem,” he said, a soft blush touching his pale skin. “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pour their own drinks.”
Even though you didn’t like Tommy as more than a friend, he really was sweet, and his attention made you feel good. Special. “What would I ever do without you, Tommy?”
He laughed, looking down at his shoes for a moment. “Hey,” he said, meeting your eyes again. “I was just thinking…if you’d maybe want to go out? Maybe…Monday?”
Your eyes widened. You hadn’t actually expected him to ask you on a date. Your lips parted, closed, then opened again, but you couldn’t figure out the right words to say.
“Nothing serious,” Tommy said quickly, noticing your hesitation. “It doesn’t have to be…y’know. I just thought we could maybe get some food, talk about homecoming…” His soft smile returned. “…and, you know, I’d really like to take you out.”
It was hard not to soften around him, especially with the way he spoke to you. Every Sig was great at turning on the charm, but there was something about Tommy that felt so genuine. And would it really be so bad to go out with him? “Sure. That sounds good. My last class ends at 4?”
“Great,” he said, the words leaving him in a breath of relief. “Yeah, awesome. I can pick you up from DG? Like…6?”
“That’s perfect,” you nodded. You drank from your beer again just as another Sig walked up to Tommy—Billy Hargrove. You hadn’t spoken to him much yourself, but he was nice to look at for sure. You knew a few of your sorority sisters had been out with him, and he had a bit of a reputation for being a ladies man. He had a gorgeous smile, tan skin, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair that hung to his shoulders in soft, beautiful curls.
“Hagan,” Billy said, clapping a hand on the other boy’s shoulder. He looked like he was about to say something else, but then his eyes landed on you. “Well. You didn’t tell me you were busy entertaining DG’s most beautiful.”
Even though all these frat guys pulled the same cheesy lines, you still felt the heat rise to your skin. “Hi, Billy.”
“Hi, gorgeous.” He smiled down at you, showing off the dimple in his cheek. Something about it brought out the ‘smiling shyly, twirling your hair around your finger’, teenage girl-type feeling buried deep within you. Tommy’s confident smile had dropped, now shifting awkwardly on his feet.
“Uh, what’s up, Hargrove?” Tommy asked, trying his best to look unbothered.
Billy glanced at him for just a second before those clear blue eyes found you again. “No rush, Hagan. What, don’t wanna share her attention?” His smile was bright and friendly, the kind that would have any girl’s heart beating fast.
“It’s not—“ Tommy sighed, leaning back against the counter.
“We were just talking,” you said, glancing between the two boys. There was an unspoken tension there, but you didn’t dwell on it. “How’s basketball?”
Billy’s smile grew. “It’s great. We’ve started conditioning. Right, Tommy?” he asked, turning around to look at his friend for only a moment, a weak attempt at acting like he had any intent to bring him into the conversation. “You should come to some of our games this season. I think I play better when there’s a pretty girl cheering for me.”
You laughed, the sound light and airy and genuine. “Is that right?”
Billy shrugged. “Could be just a theory, but why take the risk? Wouldn’t be very good for school spirit if we didn’t do everything possible to make sure we take home that championship, right?”
You rolled your eyes lightly as you laughed again, but it was more amusement than irritation—not like with certain people. “I guess that’s true. We should all do our part.”
“Exactly.” He smirked. “And maybe I can come watch you run some time. See that record-breaking sprinter I’ve heard so much about in action.”
You weren’t sure why exactly, but it surprised you that he knew anything about your athletic achievements. It was talked about on campus—the school loved to celebrate their top athletes—but it’s not like most of the school cared about track and field the way they did about other sports. You were no Steve Harrington, star pitcher. “Yeah, that would be cool. I’d like that.”
“I’ve heard you’re good. Like, insanely fast.” He leaned against the counter next to Tommy with an instinctual swagger, exuding the confidence that came so naturally to him. “And, uh…long jump?”
“High jump,” you corrected, hiding your shy smile behind your cup as you sipped your beer again. “But, yeah. I’d love for you to come watch.”
“Maybe I’ll call you sometime.” Billy winked at you before finally acknowledging Tommy again. “Hagan. We’re waiting for you out back.” He looked back at you. “Sorry, came over here to grab him and didn’t expect to get…distracted.”
“Go do your thing,” you said, waving your hand in some kind of vague gesture. You were starting to feel a slight buzz, at least. “Have fun. Don’t let me hold you up.”
“I’ll see you around,” Billy said with one last flash of that charming smile. When he looked back at Tommy, his expression was more serious, nodding his head towards the back in a silent command that didn’t seem to have any other option.
Tommy smiled at you, but it was more forced, the comfort from before long gone. “I’ll see you Monday,” he said. “It was…good to talk to you. I hope you have fun the rest of the night.”
“Bye,” you said softly, but he was already gone. You watched him trailing after Billy towards the back door, where Steve and some of the other guys waited, a cheer erupting as soon as they walked out the door. Frat boys.
Left on your own again, you tried to enjoy yourself. Bouncing around the house, talking with people you knew from around campus, from sports, from Greek life. Still, you couldn’t shake the thought of Steve from your head. You knew what you’d come here to do, and even though you hated yourself for it, you hadn’t changed your mind. You didn’t think you could.
You saw him again a few times. Through the back door, in the living room, passing him in the hallway on the way to the bathroom, where he bumped into your shoulder and turned around long enough to smirk at you before walking on like it was nothing. Every time you saw him he saw you too, but he didn’t approach you once. It had you fuming.
A few hours into the party, unfortunately, you were getting desperate.
When you walked into the kitchen for another refill, you saw him again. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest with one hand holding his cup, talking to some girl you couldn’t name. You weren’t jealous—you were not jealous—but it just made you even angrier. Especially when he glanced at you for just a moment before turning back to her.
This was humiliating. It was demeaning. You hated it. You hated him. But you swallowed your pride, took a deep breath, and walked over to them anyway.
Steve looked at you again, and grinned wide, his eyes lighting up with an infuriating delight as he realized you were coming over. The girl by his side gave you a dirty look as soon as she noticed, but Steve’s attention was now entirely on you.
He said your name, a simple acknowledgement. “How are you enjoying the party?” He tilted his head to the side, his expression smug. He knew exactly what game he’d been playing all night, and he also knew he’d just won.
“It’s great,” you said, your deadpan voice doing nothing to hide your irritation.
“Good. I pride myself on my hospitality.” You didn’t think you’d ever seen Steve not looking proud of himself, but he certainly did right now. “Did you need something?”
You glared at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you refused to back down from the eye contact he was holding. The girl next to him looked between you. “I was…wondering if you had any more of that…weed.”
The grin that spread across his face was nothing short of euphoric. His hazel eyes seemed to shine with it. The girl next to him might as well have no longer existed. “Actually, you know, I might have a little more. I’d have to check.”
Your jaw clenched, looking off to the side before meeting his eyes again. Your whole body buzzed like a live wire. When he didn’t make a move, just kept looking at you, you raised your eyebrows at him expectantly. “Well?”
Steve laughed. “Now, huh?” He downed the rest of his beer and turned to the side, dropping the cup in the trash. You were momentarily stunned when he grabbed yours from your hand, too, doing the same. “Well, if it’s that urgent. Come on, we’ll go look.”
He pushed off the wall, walking in the direction of the staircase. He didn’t give the girl he’d been talking to another word or look, but she was certainly glowering at you when you glanced one last time before following after him. You felt ashamed, trailing behind exactly like he wanted you to. But worse than that was the relief.
Still, as you walked up the stairs behind Steve, you looked around to make sure no one was watching. You’d survived the first hookup without rumors starting, but you knew you had to be careful. If there was one student on this campus everyone paid attention to, it was Steve Harrington.
Even worse than some random students seeing and whispering would be Nancy or Carol. You didn’t want to have to even begin to figure out how to explain this to them. It was humiliating enough doing it, confusing even trying to justify it to yourself.
Steve led the way into his bedroom, although you’d dreamed about the same path so many times over the past week, you could have walked yourself there with your eyes closed. His room was still tidy, and the scent of the cologne he was wearing now permeated the air. All his usual hair products sat out on his dresser, and you could practically see the ghost of him there getting ready before leaving for the party downstairs, not putting it away.
He closed the door behind you, the sound of the lock clicking into place like a bomb in the silence. You turned around to face him. You hadn’t really thought this far ahead.
“So…” Steve began, walking over to you slowly. You felt like a rabbit that had run right into his trap—willingly. “Did you really want that weed? Or did you come back for something else?”
You gritted your teeth, fists clenching and unclenching at your side. Drawing in a deep breath, you tried to relax your muscles, your entire body tense. “I…”
Steve was still smiling at you as he approached. He knew you weren’t going to say it, but he had already won. You’d come. His hand came up to rest on your cheek, and you found yourself relishing in the warmth of his palm rather than flinching away.
“You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to,” he murmured, his voice low. No bravado, soft, meant only for you. His eyes were locked on yours. “I know what you need, baby.” His thumb stroked your cheek, then moved to rub slowly over your bottom lip. Your breath hitched, but you couldn’t break the intense eye contact if you tried. “Have you been dreaming about it?”
You didn’t know what to say. Your brain was short circuiting. Your hands hung loosely by your side, eyes wide, as he looked at you with pure heat. Goosebumps covered your skin, breath coming in strained.
“I already know,” he continued when you said nothing. His words were a low purr, a sound that had you hypnotized. You didn’t even react when he pulled down slightly on your bottom lip and slipped his thumb inside, pressing down against your tongue. “You’d never been fucked like that in your life. You’ve been thinking about it. Trying to recreate it with your own hand, getting off to the memory.”
Body on autopilot, you closed your lips around his thumb. Your eyes never left each others’ as you ran your tongue over the calloused pad of his finger, sucking on it. For all he tried to act unaffected and in control, you saw the shudder that wracked through him. You didn’t have to look to know he was hard already.
When he pulled his hand away, the trance was broken. But still, you both stood there, just looking at each other. The whole room felt charged with electricity, the air around you heavy enough to feel like a physical, oppressive weight.
Your lips crashed together in a kiss both hungry and frantic. It wasn’t slow and romantic, not this time. Steve’s hands dug into your waist, pulling you close, the kiss all tongue and teeth and messy desperation. He groaned into your mouth, and when he pulled your hips into his, you could feel the hard proof of what you’d already known.
He pulled back to pull his shirt over his head, your eyes drinking in the exposed skin shamelessly. He was breathing hard, eyes glazed over with unfiltered want. Shoes were kicked off, Steve’s jeans hit the floor, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you with ease and laying you on his bed.
“You wore this little thing for me?” Steve whispered in your ear as he settled over you. His lips attacked your neck, sucking at that spot he remembered was so sensitive. You wouldn’t be surprised if he left marks, but you couldn’t think straight long enough to care.
“No.” The denial was weak, even you knew that. You had watched him all night, approached him yourself after sucking up your pride, and now you were beneath him on his bed. But, fuck, hadn’t you given him enough satisfaction tonight?
“No?” He chuckled darkly against the hot skin of your neck. He didn’t believe you for a second. He was rolling his hips against you, the straining in his boxer briefs rock hard where it pressed against your dripping core. “That’s a shame, baby. It looks so good on you.”
The little whimper that escaped when he bit down on the skin beneath your ear would have been embarrassing if you were able to even process it. You arched your back beneath him, pressing your tits against his chest. Your nipples were hard through the thin material of your dress—a bra didn’t work with it, so you’d gone without—and the feeling of friction against them had a breathy noise falling from your lips.
Steve moved down your body, pushing your dress up roughly until it was up around your waist. He lowered himself between your thighs, pressing his nose against your already soaked panties, letting out a low, primal groan. “God, you’re so fucking sweet,” he growled. Unable to wait any longer, he hooked his fingers into the waist of your panties and pulled them off.
“Steve—“ you said in a voice that sounded more like a squeak than anything, spreading your legs for him, breathing hard. His big hands slid up your smooth thighs, opening them wider for him. His nose brushed lightly against your folds, making you draw in a sharp breath.
“Yeah, baby?” he murmured. He was looking at your cunt like he wanted this as badly as you did—maybe more. “What do you want?”
“Just do it,” you whined, your body writhing against his sheets with the overwhelming need. “Please, just…”
“What do you want me to do?” He was looking up at you now, smirking, even as his mouth was hovering an inch from where you needed him more than anything. “You’ve gotta tell me, sweetheart. I can’t read your mind.”
You groaned, eyes opening as you looked down at him. “You are such a fucking asshole.”
His big eyes widened with feigned innocence. “What?” You could feel his breath ghosting over your pussy, so wet for him, and it had you trembling. You couldn’t take much more of this and he knew it.
“Stop trying to make me say it,” you grumbled. You pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes.
“Not trying to make you do anything,” he hummed. He moved his head, nose brushing against your clit and making your breath catch. “I just don’t know how I’m supposed to know what you want me to do if you don’t tell me, and, y’know, I’d never want to do anything you didn’t want—“
“Oh my god, Steve,” you huffed, hands running through your hair where you laid against his mattress. “Are you gonna keep running your mouth all night or put it to good use again?”
Steve laughed genuinely, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re so feisty. I always liked that about you.”
Before you could complain anymore, he buried his face against your pussy, diving in like it had been killing him to hold himself back, too. You cried out, loud, a hand moving to slap over your mouth a second too late. You could feel his lips curling in a smile against you.
He was good, so good, you didn’t have to have any prior experience to know that. It was no wonder he had girls lining up to get in his bed. You couldn’t keep yourself quiet, his tongue fucking inside of you, drinking in all the sweetness you dripped for him, rolling his tongue over your clit. It felt like he was everywhere at once.
“Steve, fuck!” you cried, gasping and clutching onto the pillows behind your head. “Oh my god, fuck, how are you—oh fuck—“
He groaned against your cunt, the vibrations going straight through your clit and to every nerve ending in your body. He flicked his tongue over the swollen bud, wrapping his lips around it and sucking as he sunk two fingers into your fluttering hole.
“God!” you choked. Your thighs were trembling around his head already. Your hand moved down to card through his hair before gripping onto the soft strands for dear life, pulling another moan from him when your fingers tightened in them.
Steve’s fingers fucked into you, nice and slow at first, slipping in a third finger before curling deep to hit that perfect spot. He was getting you ready for his cock again, your heart beating out of your chest at the thought alone. You could see it when you closed your eyes, just as you had for the past week, and it had you growing even wetter for him.
“Steve…” you whined, your hips starting to grind against his face. He let you, moaning and working you even harder, begging for it without any words. “I’m gonna…”
“Give it to me,” he rasped, pulling away just long enough to say the words before his mouth was right back against you, delving his tongue between your folds and focusing on your clit while his fingers worked you open.
Stars exploded behind your vision. Unable to hold it back, you cried out, mindlessly babbling combinations of his name and curses and desperate pleas of don’t stop don’t stop oh please fuck god don’t stop—
Steve worked you through every last aftershock, playing your body like an instrument he knew wholly, intimately. Your body was still shaking when he pulled away. The sight of him looking down at you like that, with his lips and chin glistening with your release, made you whimper. God, why did he have to look like that?
“So fucking good,” he said, eyes dark and awed. His cock strained hard against his boxers. You could see it twitching through the material, throbbing visibly.
His hands slid up your body, looking at you with a deep reverence as he slid the dress up until it was over your head, tossing it to his floor. His eyes raked over your naked body, every inch of it, the smooth skin and the way your chest rose and fell, how wide your eyes were looking up at him, your pretty lips parted.
“I thought about you, too,” he whispered, lips ghosting over your cheek, back to your ear. “Thought about how you tasted. How tight you felt around me. The way you said my name. The noises you made…god, I came so fucking hard playing those noises over and over in my head.”
You gasped, the throbbing between your legs starting up again at his words. You’d had no idea. Why would he be thinking of you when he could have any girl at this whole school? He wasn’t just saying it. The unfiltered heat in his voice made that clear.
Steve lifted off of you slowly, eyes staying on you until he turned away to open his bedside drawer and grab one of those foil packets he seemed to have an endless supply of. He pushed his boxers down, flushed cock springing free, and kicked the last bit of clothing off the bed with the rest.
You watched him rip the foil open and roll it onto his (impressive, huge, perfect, achingly hard) cock, your pussy clenching around nothing, your body itself begging for him. He settled between your legs, wrapping his big hands around your thighs, opening you wide.
“Dreamed about this pussy,” he mumbled, wrapping a hand around his shaft and dragging his tip through your soaked folds. He pressed the thick head against your hole, pressing forward just slightly, just feeling you. You whined, rocking your hips down, begging for him inside. He smirked as he noticed, but didn’t push in yet. His expression was almost dreamy, pupils blown. “Best pussy I ever had. Fuck. Never came so fucking hard as I did inside you.”
“Steve…” you breathed, the word itself a plea.
“Tell me,” he breathed. It wasn’t a tease anymore. The need in his voice was staggering. He was begging. “Please, baby. Need to hear you say it.”
The sight of Steve, utterly wrecked like this, was almost too much to bear. You didn’t have it in you to refuse, not anymore. “Please,” you keened. “God, Steve, please fuck me.”
His eyes fluttered closed and he let out a ragged groan, even before he finally rolled his hips forward, piercing you with that perfect, thick cock. You nearly sobbed in pleasure as you felt it, that overwhelming fullness as he sank into you inch by inch. It was easier this time but still a stretch, still that distant sting until his hips pressed flush against you.
“Christ—“ Steve choked, falling forward on his hands, planting them on either side of your shoulders. “Oh, fuck.”
You rocked your hips up against him, telling him it was okay to move. Begging him to move. “Oh my god,” you moaned. Your walls throbbed around him, which was undoing him way faster than he’d care to admit.
He pulled his hips back before sinking back in. Starting slow, as if he were still trying to be careful with his last shred of restraint. It didn’t last long. The perfect clench of your heat around him was driving him mad, his thrusts quickly working up into a punishing rhythm.
Your name left his lips in a shuddering breath, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder. The sound of his skin meeting yours filled the room, your cunt so slick and wet around him you could hear it every time he drove in. He fucked you harder than he had last time, something you didn’t even know you’d craved until you had it.
“So fucking—god—you feel so fucking good,” he grunted, his body slick with sweat where it was pressed against yours. You hooked a leg around his waist as he reached down with one hand to grab your thigh and press it up against your chest.
The angle was devastating, his cock hitting deeper inside of you than you thought possible. Your eyes rolled back as he punched soft, mindless little “ah ah ah”s from your lungs with every thrust.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. His eyes squeezed shut, sweat beading on his forehead with the effort of how hard he fucked you. The headboard knocked against the wall, chipping the paint from the force of it, the sound unmistakable for anyone who happened to walk by. “Gonna make me cum so fucking hard again. Fuck. Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so perfect, so goddamn—oh shit—“
You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling on it the way you now knew he liked. The desperate groan he let out was muffled as you pulled him down to your lips, his tongue immediately licking into your mouth. The kiss was utterly filthy, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth—yours, his, both.
The whines he was letting out were growing higher, needier. All signs of that cocky, insufferable personality were gone, nothing but pleasure and desire coursing through him. His fingers dug bruises into your thigh as he snapped his hips forward harder, and oh fuck, he was hitting that spot again—
“Steve!” you gasped, head tossing back against the pillows. Steve’s lips moved down the exposed column of your throat, placing hot, wet kisses everywhere he could reach. “Oh, fuck, Steve, I’m gonna fucking cum—“
“Please,” he begged, his voice a ragged growl against your throat. “Let me feel you. Squeeze my cock, milk me fuckin’ dry, please.”
That coil snapped again, hard, the moan it forced from you more like a scream. It was loud, you knew it was loud, but you couldn’t help it, completely delirious with the intensity of the pleasure. Your back arched beneath him, moaning and crying out and calling his name again and again.
Steve let out a choked noise at the feeling of you tightening around him, clenching and throbbing hard. His hips rutted into you with a desperate, frantic intensity, rhythm completely gone as he chased his own orgasm. He was right behind you, only a couple more shallow thrusts until he was stilling as deep inside you as possible. He groaned roughly, his head dropping to bury his face right between your tits as his body shuddered with release. You could feel him pulsing inside you even through the condom.
The room calmed, your heavy breathing the only sounds remaining. His weight was heavy over you, but you didn’t mind. You didn’t exactly want him to move, at least not yet. In the quiet aftermath, you relished in the feeling of him, his cock still throbbing inside as he slowly softened.
When he finally mustered up the energy to move he lifted off of you, pulling out and removing the condom, tossing it in the trash. You couldn’t bring yourself to look and see if there was proof of him having any other girls in here since you’d been with him. You didn’t know why you cared.
Steve sat on the edge of the bed, his arms resting on his knees. He was still catching his breath as you sat up, reality beginning to creep back in like unforgiving daylight after the safety of the night.
He turned his head to look at you, lips curling into a smile again. His skin still glistened with sweat. “Was it as good as the first time?” He asked, once again breaking the spell with his big mouth. “What you were hoping for when you showed up here tonight, dressed like that?”
You scoffed, sliding off the bed to collect your clothes again. Now that you’d gotten what you’d been craving, the desperation that had been clouding your brain was gone. That familiar shame was crawling over you again.
“What?” he laughed. “You can say it, y’know. Doesn’t mean you have to like me just because you like fucking me.”
You hesitated for a moment, then moved again, pulling your panties back over your legs. “Don’t.”
“Come on, baby,” he goaded, leaning back on the bed. He watched you, propped up on one arm, once again unbothered by being completely exposed to you. “Would it really be so bad to admit it?”
You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his eyes staring at your ass as you pulled your panties back on. “Fine,” you finally huffed, turning around. You clutched your dress in your hands, nearly throwing it at him when he didn’t even try to hide the way his gaze dropped down to your tits. “You’re good. It was amazing. Is that what you want to hear?”
He grinned. “I just wanted to hear the truth.” He shrugged playfully. “I mean, I already knew, just wanted to hear you admit it. Not for me, but for yourself.”
“Aren’t you altruistic,” you muttered, pulling the dress back over your head. The way his brow furrowed for a moment showed he didn’t know what the word meant, but he didn’t press.
Finally he sat up, beginning to replace his own clothes. “It’s okay that you can’t stay away. I get it. It’s good sex.”
“I can stay away—“
“Sure,” he interrupted, lifting his hips to get his boxers back on. “But you don’t want to, right?”
You paused. You hadn’t let yourself think about that. If it was okay to let yourself want this. Just because you hated Steve so bad, because you didn’t want anyone to know this was happening. But did that make it bad? Did it make you wrong? Weak, like you’d felt all week, and especially tonight?
Maybe he was right. It was good sex.
After buttoning his jeans, Steve stood to face you. He ran a hand through his hair, looking in the mirror behind you for just a second before focusing back on you. “Look,” he started, but it was hard to pay attention when he was standing there shirtless like that. “I think we could help each other.”
You forced your eyes back up to his face, the smirk sitting there evidence that he’d seen you staring. “Help each other?”
He walked over to you, hands resting on your hips again. You didn’t push him away, holding his gaze. “Yeah. Help each other. I told you I liked it too, didn’t I?”
You weren’t sure what to say. You’d heard him say it, when he was buried inside you, moaning your name, but you figured it was just…talk. Heat of the moment. Nothing real. Nothing you said or felt when you were fucking was real.
Your lack of a response didn’t deter him. His fingers flexed on your hips, but he didn’t pull you closer. “We could make this a casual thing,” he offered, finally putting the words out there. “You like it, I like it. Why not keep having fun together?”
You turned his words over and over in your head. It felt like far more than the seconds it actually took as you thought over his proposition. What it meant, what it changed, how it felt.
But the memory of the past week played through your mind on repeat. How miserable you’d been, the way you couldn’t get him out of your head. That he was right, the sex had been so good you’d craved it day and night, and the second time had been just as good, if not better.
Steve waited patiently, but he knew your answer before you finally forced it out. “…Okay. Yeah. I guess.”
He grinned, squeezing your hips one more time before moving back. “Okay then. Good.”
“But we keep this between us,” you added quickly. “I’m serious. Just us. You don’t tell your friends and I won’t tell mine.”
He looked amused, but he didn’t argue. “What kind of guy do you think I am?”
You stared at him. “Steve.”
“Okay,” he laughed, pulling his shirt back on. “I won’t tell a soul. You have my word.”
You let out a sigh, both relief and anxiety at once. Turning to his mirror, you fixed your hair, cleaning up your smudged makeup. “It means nothing, and no one knows.”
The heat of his body suddenly behind you made you jump. But he just stood next to you, fixing his own appearance.
“It means nothing,” he repeated. “And no one knows.”
part two soooooon
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hi hon hope you’re doing good, i’m sorry that people’s assumptions led you to stop writing. Unfortunately with more and more ai everywhere lot of writers get accused of it, and as for the copying, i’ve been reading plenty of steve fics and none of theme were even similar to what you’re writing people just be talking shit. Take all the time you need to figure things out but don’t let people kill your spark
thank you, i learned who i was accused of copying and it was definitely my mistake big time, i take full accountability for sure. but i never did it intentionally that’s why i continued writing, i wish i could have gotten a message or smth. it’s okay though.
warnings: fluff, super cute chapter, mention of a sad flashback, also there was a time jump!!!
word count: 2k
a/n: guys idk why these chapters keep coming out so short
June arrived quietly, like it had been waiting its turn. Warm air drifted through the open bedroom window. Soft sunlight spilled across the sheets.
“Okay, careful—don’t spill it!” you whispered. A small giggle followed, then footsteps.
The soft shuffle of little hands trying very hard to be helpful. Steve stirred slowly, one arm already reaching for you before was fully conscious.
His eyes opened, you were standing beside the bed. Hair slightly messy, smiling like you were trying not to wake him too fast. Blaire, very seriously focused, was holding a tray almost entirely too big for her.
“Happy birthday,” you whispered immediately. You leaned down and kissed him, “my beautiful boy,” you said again between another kiss. Steve blinked up at you like he was still halfway asleep, “…What time is it?”
“Birthday time.” Blaire said cheerily. That earned a small, confused laugh from him. Blaire carefully climbed onto the edge of the bed, balancing the tray with absolute determination.
“I helped,” she announced proudly. Steve’s attention immediately snapped to her, “Oh yeah?”
She nodded very seriously, “I scrambled the eggs.” You coughed to hide a laugh. Steve sat up slightly, instantly more awake now, reaching out to steady the tray before it tipped.
Pancakes, eggs, bacon, coffee. The kind of breakfast that clearly involved love and effort. Steve stared at it for a second, then looked at both of you, “…You did all this?” You shrugged lightly, “Mostly her.” Blaire straightened, “I supervised.” Steve laughed then reached out, pulling her gently closer so she could sit beside him.
“Best supervisor I’ve ever had.” you said tickling her. She beamed instantly. You climbed onto the bed too, settling beside them.
Steve looked between the two of you. Still a little stunned, like he wasn’t used to being the center of something like this. You leaned in immediately, kissing him again, “I love you,” you whispered softly. Another kiss, “Happy birthday.”
Steve smiled into it this time. He caught your wrist gently, holding you there just a second longer, “Okay,” he murmured. “I get it. It’s my birthday.”
You grinned, “I’m just happy.” Blaire reached for a piece of bacon already. Steve shook his head fondly, still smiling at both of you like he couldn’t help it.
Steve decided on a family lake day for his birthday. The lake is busy by the time you arrive.
Kids running through the grass. Families setting up blankets. The smell of sunscreen and charcoal grills drifting through the warm air.
Blaire is out of the car before Steve can even finish parking, “Daddy, hurry!”
Steve laughs immediately, “I’m coming!”
“C’mon, hurry!”
“I’m walking.”
“You’re walking slow.”
You snort beside him. Steve points at his daughter, “See? This is the respect I get on my birthday.”
Blaire doesn’t even look back, already halfway toward the water. You laugh as Steve throws an arm around your shoulders, “She’s your kid.”
“I know.”
“Just like you.” you smirk.
Steve groans, “I know.” but he’s smiling.
The next couple of hours pass easily. The kind of day that doesn’t feel important while it’s happening. Blaire spends most of her time collecting things. Rocks, shells, pieces of driftwood. Anything she decides is treasure. Which means you spend most of your time crouched beside her examining every discovery.
At one point, after swimming, Blaire settles beside you on the blanket, completely exhausted. You automatically start working through the tangles in her hair.
Talking sleepily while she tells you another story. Steve looks up from where he’s digging through the cooler and stops.
He began watching, watching the way Blaire leans against you. The way you patiently listen to every word. The way both of you look completely comfortable together. Something warm settles in his chest.
A year ago none of this existed, and now he can’t imagine life without it.
Later, after lunch, Steve finally gets about ten minutes to himself. Or so he thinks.
He settles into a chair, closed his eyes, and lets the sun warm his face.
“Daddy.” His eyes open immediately. You start laughing before Blaire even finishes speaking.
Steve points accusingly.
“Bug…I just sat down.”
Blaire grins, “Come with me.”
“Where?”
“I need help.”
Steve sighs dramatically, “You always need help.”
“Because you’re my daddy.” And just like that, he’s standing up. Again. Following her. Without a single complaint.
By late afternoon, the sun hangs lower in the sky. Everyone is tired, happy, sun-kissed, and ready to head home.
Before you leave, someone offers to take a picture. A woman walking past notices the three of you trying to squeeze into the frame of a disposable camera.
“You want me to get one?” Steve immediately starts to refuse.
Then Blaire shouts, “YES.”
So that settles that. The woman takes the camera. You move beside Steve, Blaire wedges herself between the two of you. Exactly where she wants to be. Steve’s arm automatically finds your waist, Blaire grabs his hand.
The camera clicks, one picture. Steve doesn’t know it yet but months from now, it’ll become his favorite photo.
When he looks at it, all he’ll see is the exact moment he realized, this is his family.
For Steve Harrington, there isn’t a better birthday gift than that.
By the time you got home from the lake, everyone was exhausted. The good kind of exhausted.
Blaire was already rubbing at her eyes before you even made it through the front door.
Steve noticed immediately, “Somebody’s getting tired.”
“No,” she said instantly then yawned.
You laughed, Steve laughed harder, “Okay, kid.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Sure.”
Blaire narrowed her eyes and Steve kissed the top of her head, “Come on bug.”
You reached out to take Blaire from Steve’s arms, “Actually, birthday boy.”
Steve looked over, “What?”
“Go shower.”
His brows lifted, “I can shower later.”
“Nope.”
“Baby—”
“You’re covered in sunscreen.”
“That’s part of the new 31 year old smell.” he joked.
“You smell like lake water.”
Steve opened his mouth, “…Okay, well so do you..”
“Go.” you smiled sweetly.
The second Steve disappeared upstairs, Blaire practically exploded.
“NOW?”
You laughed, “Not yet.”
“Now?”
“Not yet.”
“Now?”
“Blaire.”
She groaned dramatically, the exact same way Steve did.
Bath time happened, pajamas were put on, hair was brushed through. Blaire somehow you managed to keep the surprise hidden.
Then you took a quick shower yourself, changed clothes, grabbed the gifts, and headed downstairs.
Steve was already sitting on the couch when you came down, significantly more relaxed than he had all day.
He looked up then immediately frowned. You and Blaire were standing there, together.
Holding gifts.
“Oh no.”
You laughed, “What?” Blaire started giggling.
Blaire practically shoved the scrapbook into his hands, “Open this one first!”
Steve laughed, “Wait—.”
“Open it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” he settled back against the couch.
Opening the cover, immediately going quiet. The first page, a picture of him and Blaire. The second, a picture of all three of you. The third, movie stubs, photos, little notes. An entire year captured.
Steve smiled, then laughed. Flipping pages slower and slower as he went. At one point he landed on a candid picture of you asleep against his shoulder, “Baby.”
You smiled, “What?”
“You used this one?”
“It was cute.”
“I looked exhausted.”
“You were cute and exhausted.” Steve shook his head.
Still smiling and still turning pages. Eventually he reached the end.
The last page, blank. The pages still waiting to be filled.
Steve stared at it for a second. “Thank you.” his voice had gone softer.
You smiled, Blaire immediately climbed into his lap, “You like it?” Steve looked down at her, kissed her forehead, “I love it.”
You exchanged a glance with Blaire, then reached for the second gift.
A small box. Steve noticed immediately, “Wait.” You handed it to him. “There’s more?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
“Baby.”
“Open it.” Steve looked between you and the box. He slowly opened it.
A watch. Simple and beautiful. Steve carefully lifted it from the box, “You didn’t—”
“Keep looking.”
His brows furrowed then he turned it over. An engraving.
Love, Your Girls.
Silence.
Steve stared at the words, he read them again. Then again. His throat worked once before he finally looked up.
Straight at you, completely wrecked, “You did this for me, baby?” The question came out so quietly it almost broke your heart.
You smiled immediately, “Of course, Stevie.”
For a second, Steve just looked at you. He wasn’t sure he deserved something this thoughtful.
Blaire broke the moment first, “Put it on!”
Steve laughed through whatever emotion had just lodged itself in his chest, “Okay okay!” He immediately slipped it onto his wrist.
The watch settled perfectly, Steve stared at it for a second then at both of you, “Best birthday ever.”
The words slipped out before he could stop them and judging by the way his voice cracked slightly at the end he meant every single one.
The house had slowly emptied itself of noise. Wrapping paper had been folded and tossed.
The last of Blaire’s excitement had finally worn itself out. Steve had carried her upstairs not long ago, her body warm and heavy with sleep against his shoulder.
She’d barely made it through brushing her teeth. Now she was gone again, tucked into bed, one arm curled around her stuffed animal, already lost to sleep.
You stood in the hallway with Steve for a second after the door closed. Steve exhaled softly, “She’s out.”
You smiled faintly, “Barely made it.”
“She had a long day.” You nodded.
Steve tilted his head slightly, “You good?”
“Yeah.”
Eventually, you both drifted back downstairs together. The living room looked different now.
The aftermath of a full day. Steve started picking things up automatically. The scrapbook still resting carefully on the coffee table like it belonged there.
You wandered into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and that was when Steve noticed. He didn’t say anything at first, just looked.
You were standing there barefoot, hair slightly messy from the day, wearing one of his old shirts. It hung loosely off your shoulder like it had always been yours.
Steve leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, “Is that my shirt?”
You glanced down dramatically then back up at him. A small smile tugging at your lips, “Maybe.”
Steve huffed a quiet laugh, “Pretty sure I know my own shirts.”
You turned toward him now, holding the glass of water, “Oh yeah?”
He nodded slowly, smirking l slightly, “That one’s definitely mine.”
You walked closer, “Prove it.”
Steve raised a brow, “Oh, I can prove it.”
You stopped just in front of him, waiting. He stepped forward immediately. One hand catching lightly at your waist pulling you in.
His voice dropped slightly, “It looks better on you than it ever did on me.”
You laughed softly, “Flatterer.”
“I’m being honest.” he leaned in pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.
He paused just for a second. His hand still at your waist, his eyes still on you.
A year ago, this moment didn’t exist. A year ago, he wasn’t pulling you into his kitchen like this. A year ago, there was tension he never talked about.
Arguments behind closed doors. A birthday spent pretending things were fine while everything quietly wasn’t.
Claire’s voice in his memory, a sharp conversation he didn’t want to think about. The way he’d smiled for Blaire anyway, because he always did. He had hidden everything else behind it. The memory hit and left just as fast.
Steve blinked once then looked down at you. Still holding you, still here. Something softened in his face. A realization he didn’t say out loud.
Instead, he just pulled you a little closer. Resting his forehead briefly against yours, “I love you.”
You leaned in without question, “I love you too Stevie, happy birthday.”
For a moment, the kitchen stayed still around you. The scary reality of a life he almost didn’t get to have like this.
a/n: dwwww i know this is short!! you guys are getting a double upload
“Baby…what’s going on?”
Neither of you moved. Neither of you breathed. Steve looked down at the box.
Finally, “Are you pregnant?” the question came gently.
“No.” The answer flew out immediately, “No.” you repeated. Steve closed his eyes, just for a second. Relief washed over his face so quickly it almost hurt to see. Almost like some part of him had already started preparing for the answer, “Okay.”
You swallowed hard. Steve looked at the test again then back at you, “Then why do you have this?”
The room felt painfully quiet. You pushed the blankets aside and sat fully upright, “It was just a precaution.”
Steve stared, “A precaution?” You groaned immediately, “Okay, it sounds stupid when I say it out loud.”
“A little.”
You buried your face in your hands, “This is awful.”
“Baby.” the word softened everything instantly. You looked up and Steve had stepped fully into the room now, “Talk to me.”
You sighed, then finally told him. The shopping trip, the stop at the pharmacy, the thought that had worked its way into your head. The fact that you and Steve weren’t exactly careful. The fact that you weren’t worried because you felt pregnant, you were worried because you realized how easily it could happen.
Steve listened quietly. Not interrupting once, finally, “Did you take it?”
“No.”
“Okay.” A pause, “You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“Does your mom know?”
You closed your eyes. Steve blinked, “Your mom knows?”
“She found it before we left.” The silence that followed was almost worse, Steve just stared at you.
“Valerie knew?”
You nodded, “Yeah.”
“And I’m finding out because I was looking for my credit card.”
You winced, “That sounds bad.”
“It sounds terrible.” Despite himself, Steve laughed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The test sat on the nightstand now. Finally Steve rubbed both hands across his face, “Jesus.”
You nodded, “Yeah.”
“Can I be honest?” Your stomach tightened, “Always baby.” Steve looked down at the floor, “When I saw that thing…” his eyes lifted meeting yours, “I wasn’t upset.” You waited. “I was scared.”
The admission landed softly between you. You watched him quietly. Steve looked away for a second, trying to organize thoughts he clearly hadn’t planned on saying out loud this morning.
“I looked at it and realized how real it actually is.” Steve leaned forward resting his forearms on his knees.
“You’re still in school.” The words came slowly.“You haven’t graduated, you haven’t gotten to do half the things you talk about doing.” You opened your mouth but Steve wasn’t finished, “I’ve already been married, I’ve already been divorced, and I have a daughter.”
You felt tears threatening immediately, you knew where this was going. Steve looked up, his expression soft, “And sometimes…” He hesitated then forced himself to continue, “sometimes I forget how young you are.”
The words weren’t cruel or dismissive. If anything, they sounded guilty.
“When I’m with you, I don’t think about it.” His voice cracked into a small laugh, “You don’t feel twenty.”
You smiled despite yourself, Steve smiled too, briefly. Then it faded, “Then something like this happens.”
His eyes flickered toward the nightstand, “…and I remember.”
Silence settled between you. The kind that wants the best for someone so badly it hurts.
Steve swallowed looking down at his hands, “I don’t ever want you waking up one day feeling like your life happened too fast.”
Your heart broke a little, suddenly you understood. This wasn’t about pregnancy. It was about fear. His fear. The one he’d never said out loud. That he was somehow taking pieces of your future without meaning to.
You realized Steve might’ve been just as scared as you were. For a long moment, neither of you spoke.
You stared at Steve, the way he kept looking down.
Your chest ached, “Steve.” You scooted closer, the mattress dipping beneath your weight, “Look at me.”
The second he did, you reached for his face, holding it gently between your hands, “You are not ruining my life.” The words came firm.
Something flickered across Steve’s expression immediately, that was exactly what he’d been afraid of, “Baby—”
“Listen to me Stevie.” Your thumbs brushed his cheeks, “You don’t get to decide what my life should look like.”
A small smile almost appeared, “That’s usually my line.”
“I’m stealing it.” That earned the tiniest laugh. “You didn’t make me love Blaire, you didn’t make me move here, and you didn’t make me stay.”
His eyes softened instantly, he knew every one of those things was true. You chose them. You chose him. Every day.
“I know I’m young, and I know I haven’t graduated yet.” You squeezed his jaw gently, “I know there are things I haven’t done.” Steve listened carefully, watching you, taking in every word. “But those things will always exist.” Your voice softened, “They don’t disappear because I love you.”
You could practically see him thinking, trying to believe you. “Steve…you aren’t something that happened to me.” The words landed hard, you saw it happen. Saw something in him crack open slightly. “You’re part of my life.”
“I don’t feel trapped, I don’t feel stuck, I don’t wake up wishing I had something else.” you laughed weakly.
Steve finally looked back at you and for the first time since finding the test, you saw something soften. The fear beginning to loosen.
“You don’t?” The question was so quiet it nearly broke your heart.
“No.” Your answer came immediately. You climbed fully into his lap before he could stop you. Steve let out a surprised breath, his hands automatically found your waist.
You rested your forehead against his, “No, and you know what I wake up thinking?” A faint smile tugged at his mouth, “Should I be scared?”
“Probably.” That finally earned a real laugh. You smiled too, then pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, “Most mornings I wake up thinking about how much time I have before Blaire bursts into the room.” Steve snorted. “Then I think about how much coffee you’re going to drink.” Steve gasped, pretending to act offended. “And then I think about how much I love you.” The words slipped out quietly.
Steve’s smile disappeared. Not because he didn’t like hearing it, but because it overwhelmed him every time.
You saw it happen. The way his eyes softened, the way his grip tightened slightly at your waist. “Baby.” his voice cracked slightly.
You kissed him before he could continue. Forehead resting against his afterward.
The test still sat forgotten on the nightstand. No longer terrifying. No longer the center of the conversation. The real conversation had never been about pregnancy.
It had been about fear. And trust. And the future. And somewhere in the silence that followed, Steve finally wrapped both arms around you completely.
lowkey guys i love you all, but the ai comment and the copying 5 bloggers put me out of my writing mood. idk how to continue these next couple chapters. i don’t think i want to stop writing but i don’t really know how to move forward. i’ll do a double upload with the two chapters i have written but i just wanted to be honest with you guys.
1. hopefully if you guys keep up with my blog you would have seen that someone accused me of copying 5 different bloggers, and that my writing seems like it’s ai! i would formally like to say i do not use ai, and i would never copy any bloggers!!! i had a little “copy scandal” a while ago!!! me and her talked it out and she’s supportive of ‘the mother in you’ rnnn!!! i think copycats are totally insufferable, and i want to go on record and say i do not tolerate any type of copying, but there’s only so many tropes! i personally haven’t seen any age gap tropes which is why i’m doing one, obviously if there are similarities that could be understandable considering there are so many other bloggers writing for steve harrington. you don’t want to drag a character or make them ooc so a lot of it is gonna feel the same.
2. how would you guys feel about off campus one shots??? garret graham is so dadaman cumguzling! like i can’t!!! i would also dabble in justin kohl, and john logan but i’ll see how everything works out!!
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