#reader x Steve harrington

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Midnight betrayal

“SHIT, I FORGOT A CONDOM,”

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem! Reader

Genre: mainly just porn

Word count: 3411

Summary: Steve finally makes moves on you after years of lusting over you, and he makes it count.

Warnings: unprotected sex, Steve being a creep, lots of mentions of cum, p in v, oral sex (fem receiving), slight hair pulling, hickeys, some biting, idk what else, forbidden sex but also not really? Anyways there might be more I forgot, also not proofread

A/N: For context, reader is like 11 months older than Robin, so Steve’s age roughly. Y’all i recommend you listen to notice me by role model because I listened to it on loop while writing this ☃️ Steve has a huge thing for reader, like a huge thing. This is my first like stranger things oneshot so idk, hopefully you enjoy. Also sorry for disappearing i had some pretty crappy writers block 😍🫶 also Steve uses your real name when he realizes it’s really happening, not just a day dream.

There’s one thing you’re certain of. Steve Harrington is off limits. I mean who goes around fucking their sisters best friend?

That wouldn’t be you. There would be no betraying Robin, especially not tonight. Especially not when she left for the weekend and forgot to tell Steve not to drop by.

You were surprised to see him but you just couldn’t turn down his offer to stay and keep you company while everyone was out of town. I mean technically he was just doing you a favor, no one said you couldn’t be friends.

Steve on the other hand. Knew you were home alone. He was prepared to stop by just for you. He decided it was time to finally make his move. He’s had his heart set on you since sophomore year when you accidentally hit him in the face with a soccer ball at lunch.

You were the quiet type. Which isn’t what he usually goes for, but the second he saw you standing above him, fear in your eyes as you quickly looked him over making sure he wasn’t hurt. God damn, it felt like he died and went to heaven.

You knocked the air out of him and made his nose bleed. But he felt his anger disappear as quickly as it came. I mean how could he stay mad at you? You looked so innocent and we’re doing everything you could to help him out.

You lent him your sweaty shirt (ik gross but you didn’t want him bleeding all over his white shirt, AND he didn’t seem to mind) as you frantically made sure he was all right.

Having you bent over him, tits practically falling out of your bra, your soft hands roaming his skin, it made all his blood flow into his dick. Steve was unbelievably hard, his balls felt like they would burst at any second.

Once you got him back on his feet all he could focus on was the difference in your heights, you didn’t even reach his shoulders, plus your hands were so small compared to his forearms.

The second he got home he sat on the edge of his bed, your shirt in one hand, his dick in the other. His mind drifted to you: your soft touch, the way your lips parted as you helped him to his feet, and how red your cheeks were. Fuck, it was torture.

Steve kept his motions slow and steady, imagining how gently you would jerk him off. How your hands would barely be able to fit around his cock, how you’d peer up at him through your eyelashes while your lips parted just enough for you to fit the very tip of his length inside of you.

He lifted your shirt to his nose taking long drawn out breaths, as if he was sniffing glue. As your perfume mixed with your sweat flooded his senses, he came, thick white cum spilling from his dick.

Steve couldn’t help but jerk himself off to the smell of you the whole weekend, it was like he was a 12 year old boy again, just figuring out what playboy was and realizing how fun it could be to cum. Over and over.

No one ever compares to you, you were the only thing on his mind. Ever. Even when he was with Nancy all he could think of was you being under him as he fucked you senseless.

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“Hey, Steve,” your plump lips curl up into a smile, “didn’t Rob tell you she wasn’t going to be here for the weekend?” You motion for him to come inside.

“I think she must’ve forgotten to tell me,” he closes the door and locks it, “I’m sorry for the trouble, but do you mind me staying?” He smiles innocently while trying to come up with some dumb excuse as to why he needs to stay with you.

“Sure! I’d actually really like that, I hate being home alone at night,” you wrap your arms around his waist giving him a soft hug. “It’s really good to see you, I thought someone was trying to break in.” You laugh awkwardly as he hugs back.

Steve bites down on his bottom lip roughly as the familiar burning sensation builds in his stomach. “I didn’t mean to scare you princess, I hope you can forgive me,” you giggle, your tits bouncing slightly as you take a step back.

“Of course I forgive you Sir Steve,” he plops down on the couch, man spreading and taking up the majority of the space. “I’m gonna go take a shower, maybe we can order a pizza or something later? Unless you’ve already eaten.”.

“Yeah, anything you want love,” he grabs the remote and begins flipping through the channels. You run up to shower, oblivious to Steve palming his cock through his jeans.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me Princess,” Steve whispers to himself, throwing his head back as he pictures you rubbing soap all over your naked body.

He didn’t realize just how far he took it until he was about to cum right there in his jeans, on your couch, surrounded by pictures of you and Robin. As much as he tried, he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for what he was doing.

He found a glove wedged into the couch cushions and instantly recognized it as yours, Steve couldn’t help but take the opportunity that was sitting right in front of him.

He unbuttons his jeans, pulling his stiff dick free and slipping your glove over it. His hips buck up into his hand, a few strokes later and your favorite pink glove is filled with his hot cum.

Steve releases a content sigh before he hears your soft footsteps nearing the stairs. “Shit, why the fuck did I just do that.” He frantically looks around for somewhere to throw your sullied glove, running around with his dick exposed.

He finds a small basket of your dirty clothes, he tucks his cock away and quickly zips his jeans up. He makes a hole in the basket, burying the now very, very dirty piece of clothing. Steve’s fingers graze a pair of your panties, his eyes close in on the white stain on the inside.

“Hey, Stevie where’d you go,” his heart races as he tucks the panties into his Jean pocket, turning around with a smile.

“Sorry, I was snooping around. Looking for a movie that we could watch,” he scratches the back of his neck, hoping you believe the lie.

“Oh, yeah we have some tapes but they’re over here,” you point in the opposite direction, Steve goes over to choose a movie while you order food. “Is a pepperoni pizza good?”

“Anything you want princess,” Steve decides on a horror movie, hoping he’ll be able to cop a feel if you get scared. A small smirk pasted itself on his face as he put the movie in, dimming the lights and grabbing a blanket.

“So what movie did you pick?” Using your towel, you finish drying your hair the best you can.

“Can I take off my jeans? They’re gonna be a little uncomfortable, also I’m not telling you, it’s a surprise.” His smile widens, while you throw your towel at him.

“That’s fine, and you know I don’t like surprises Steven,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I know,” he chuckles as he takes his jeans off, folding them up and making sure your panties stay tucked away.

“Ugh you’re so mean,” Steve sits down, patting next to him motioning for you to sit by him.

“Steve, you’re in the middle of the couch there’s no room for me,” you sigh with a roll of your eyes.

“You like to lay down, right? So why don’t you just lay across my lap.” He winks at you.

“Seriously steve? You’re not gonna budge?” He shrugs and starts to scoot over but before he can you’re sprawled across his thighs, your boobs flush against him.

His eyes scanning up and down your body, the oversized sweater you were wearing is now pulled up showing off your unbelievably tight shorts. His cock twitches at the sight.

Ever since he became close with Robin, it’s almost as if he’s horny all the time because of your skimpy little outfits, Steve is honestly surprised his dick hasn’t fallen off or shriveled up. You know just how to turn him on.

For the sake of not creeping you out by having a boner in your face, Steve throws the blanket over your body. Stealing one more glance at your ass. He unpauses the tv and you instantly recognize the intro as the exorcist. A movie you’ve been too scared to finish since your dad first rented it.

Steve feels your body tense up and starts to think that maybe this isn’t the best plan. “Hey, love, do you want to pick a different movie?” His voice is unusually soft as he rubs circles into your back.

“No it’s okay, I picked the food, you picked the movie.” Giving Steve a toothy grin you try to ignore the building heat between your legs.

__________

About 15 minutes in and you're already regretting letting Steve choose the movie.

Steve on the other hand has been focused on you the whole time, watching every twitch, enjoying having you spread out over his legs as if it’s an invitation for him to slap your ass.

He licks his bottom lip as he slides his hand under the blanket, his fingers ghosting over your thigh before he sets his hand down. Steve squeezes your leg lightly, rubbing circles into your smooth skin.

You bite back a moan, closing your eyes as his hand nears your covered pussy. A loud knock on the door interrupts your intimate moment and causes you to jump into Steve’s body.

“Calm down babe, it’s just the pizza.” He pulls you off his lap and goes to open the door. Handing the pizza delivery guy a $20 bill, taking the pizza box in the other hand before shutting the door and locking it again.

“Did you lock the door?” You ask meekly your eyes locked on Steve’s.

“Yes, I locked it,” he sets the pizza down on the counter, smiling at you as you wrap yourself in the blanket before walking over to him.

He hands you a piece of pizza, “eat up darlin’” a few minutes of silence pass before Steve speaks again. “How about we play a game,” you perk up as a mischievous look paints itself on your features.

“What kind of game?” Taking another bite of pizza Steve hops down from the counter he was sitting on.

“How about truth or dare?” You huff softly.

“But there’s no way to win,” pursing your lips you decide that anything is better than going back to that horrible movie.

“Okay I’m in, but only if we don’t do boring questions and dares,” you answered curtly, finishing the crust of the pizza you’ve been munching on.

“Deal.” Steve pushes his plate to the side, You bite your bottom lip as you contemplate which you’re going to choose.

“Okay little lady, truth or dare?”

“Dare” you nod your head, proud of being the first to say dare.

“I dare you to.. call the last person you hooked up with.” You laugh softly.

“Seriously?” He nods with a small smirk, you go over to the landline, dialing the number of Jonathan. “Okay so before I actually call, what am I supposed to say?”

He scratches his chin “I dunno, maybe something about how you’re home alone and miss him?” Steve seems proud of himself for what he’s come up with and you sigh.

He grabs the other phone so he can listen in on your conversation, you nervously chew on your lip as the phone rings.

“Hello?” You could tell Jonathan was asleep based on his sexy morning raspy voice. Steve grits his teeth, watching how your eyes light up and your legs squeeze together at the sound of his voice.

“Hey John.. I miss you,” you bite down on your lip, sucking in a deep breath, “my parents and Robin are out of town.. I’m all alone and I just couldn’t stop thinking about you,”

“Y/N you know I’m with Nancy again, it was a one time thing. We were both just needing to blow off some steam, it wasn’t supposed to come in between us.” Jonathon practically whispers the last part of his sentence.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for calling, i'm a little tipsy, thank you Jonathon,” Steve observes your facial expressions looking for any sort of disappointment.

“Try to get some rest, and let’s not mention this again okay?” You cringe.

“Yeah, thanks again John,” he hangs up and you look over at Steve. “God that was so fucking embarrassing,” he laughs.

“You chose dare,” he walks back over to you leaning against the counter.

“Okay, truth or dare steve,” you huff, narrowing your eyes on the beautiful man before you.

“After that, I can only imagine what you’d make me do if I choose dare.. so truth” he takes a deep breath to prepare himself for what you have in store.

“That’s no fun,” you roll your eyes “What was the last wet dream you had?” Steve tenses up in response to your question.

“Uhm, it was about Bo Derek, from 10. God she’s so fucking sexy in that movie,” you laugh harmoniously, and Steve relaxes. It’s obviously a lie, you’re the only one he ever imagines naked and seducing him. But you don’t need to know that.

“Truth or dare, babe” Steve admires you as you hop onto the counter.

“Mm, truth.” He smiles wickedly.

“How many times have you orgasmed? Or more specifically did Jonathan ever get you to orgasm?” Eyes going big you clear your throat, shock evident on your face.

“To be honest, I haven’t ever,” you look at the floor, face bright red, “I kinda just figured I’m not able to..” your voice trails off.

Steve bites his lip, wiggling between your thighs and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Maybe I can help you with that princess,” he whispers in your ear, sending chills of pleasure down your spine. Your body instinctively pushes into his, Steve runs his hand up your thigh.

He presses two fingers against your clothed clit, “Fuck, babe are you not wearing any panties?” You’re at a loss for words, every part of your body feeling like it’s on fire.

“Princess,” Steve presses a rough kiss on your neck, “I asked you a question. Be a good girl for me,” he lightly pulls your hair from the scalp, giving him more access to your neck.

“No, I’m not wearing any panties.. I forgot to do laundry and they were all dirty..” you moan softly as his hands roam all over your body.

“Darling, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” he cups your cheeks, kissing your lips with gentle hunger. You run your hands down his chest, pulling at the waistband of his boxers, Steve moves his head, sucking red marks all over your neck.

His fingers fumble with your shorts as he pulls them down, you push firmly on his chest gasping for breath.

“Steve..” your voice is barely over a whisper, “we can’t, fuck, we can’t do this,” he grips your waist tightly.

“Come on Y/N,” he lowers himself to his knees, “you want it just as much as I do,” his nose rubs into your pelvic bone as he spreads your legs, pulling your ass to the edge of the counter.

“Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll stop,” Steve stares into your eyes, stroking your thighs. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, you twist your fingers into his hair.

“Stevie, I want you. I need you,” moans spill from your parted lips, his eyes darken.

“Say that again for me,” Harrington pulls your shorts all the way off, exposing your soaked cunt.

“I want you, Harrington,” he moans in response, biting your inner thigh.

“Good girl,” Steve sticks a finger into your leaking hole, “you’re my good girl.” Wrapping his arms around your legs he keeps them spread, he kisses wet kisses up your thighs sucking in a deep breath as he reaches your throbbing clit.

Your body twitches in anticipation, he licks a long stripe between your folds, his lips landing on your pink nub. Harrington sucks on your clit gently, pressing his nose into your warm flesh.

You moan loudly, arching your body into him, “oh god,” he flicks his tongue against the sensitive bud. Sending shivers all over your body, his fingertips squeeze into your flesh.

Steve pushes two fingers into your cunt, moving them in and out at a achingly slow pace, he sticks his tongue under your clit hood. Running the tip back and forth, before flicking upwards, he used his thumbs to keep your pussy lips spread. You feel a pressure building in your core, like an itch in your gut.

“Steve, Steve..” you chant out his name while pulling on his hair roughly. Your toes curl as you try to squeeze your legs shut. Harrington keeps a strong grip on them, pulling them further apart.

He sucks your clit hungrily, pulling you closer to his mouth until he can barely breathe against your body.

“Stevie, it feels so weird,” you moan, throwing your head back, squeezing your eyes tight. He slows down his pace helping you ride out your orgasm, he sticks his tongue into your seeping hole, lapping up all of your juices and his nose teases your sore clit.

Steve slowly rises from his knees, kissing your exposed skin as he goes. “Christ Steve, you’re so good,” he smirks while wrapping your legs around his hips, his hard tip poking into your ass.

“I know, darlin’” he carries you up the stairs, squeezing your ass before tossing you on your bed. “How about we keep the fun going?” Steve kisses your jaw, grinding into your bare pussy, as he massages your breasts.

You flip the both of you over, pulling your shirt off and throwing it off to the side. “Steve, take your clothes off,” his eyes light up while he caresses your bare waist.

“God, princess, you're so hot right now.” He pulls off the remainder of his clothes before undoing your bra. Pressing your chest against his, kissing him gently, Steve slaps your ass then squeezes it roughly.

“Steve,” you moan into his ear, grinding down on his cock, “Please,” you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groans loudly, his eyes rolling back. Steve guides his dick into your pussy, pushing until he’s balls deep, he grabs your ass slowly moving you on his length.

You put your hands on his chest, throwing your head back as cries of pleasure escape your lips. You grind down on his cock as he wraps his arms around your waist keeping you against him.

“Shit Y/N you’re going to drain me,” he sits up getting a better angle, pinching your nipple roughly. You bury your face in the crook of his neck biting down on the skin, Steve moans in response. Bucking his hips up into you, he grabs your chin forcing you to face him.

“Let me see your beautiful face, little lady,” you feel the tightening in your stomach again. Your moans become louder and more frequent as you find yourself getting closer.

“Steve, I think,” you gasp, “I think I’m gonna cum” he sucks a hickey onto your collarbone.

“Me too Y/N,” he moves his fingers to your clit, rubbing hard circles into the throbbing muscle. “Cum for me pretty girl,” Steve whispers into your ear, nibbling on the love softly.

“Fuck Steve,” you moan loudly as your legs shake, your pussy tightening around his dick. He throws his head back, eyes rolling into his skull as you milk his dick.

“SHIT, I FORGOT A CONDOM,”

Y’all please check out pt. 2 if you have the chance

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The Little Things Part 2 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist  All Parts

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Y/N puts eyeliner on Eddie (That’s it. That’s all you need to know.)

Y/N notes: none

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“Good evening gents!” Eddie shouted as he sauntered into their club room. The group turned to see their dungeon master, They were already setup and waiting for him.

“Eddie where the hell have you been? We were supposed to start like 15 minutes ago!” Dustin whined.

“I’m afraid there was a fair maiden in need of saving.” Eddie explained as he sat down. He put both his hands on the table, examining the set up.

“A fair maiden?” Dustin repeated, sceptical. Mike looked down at Eddie’s hands, noticing his decorated nails.

“Y/N L/N?!” Mike questioned. Eddie just smiled and winked. “No way dude.”

“I’ll have you know Wheeler, that L/N and I are very. Good. Friends.” Eddie replied, putting emphasis on his last three words. He was riding the high of the afternoon he had had with Y/N. It actually made the D&D session better as Eddie was even more in character than usual.

As the club filtered out, Dustin and Mike brought it up again.

“Y/N L/N. Really?” Mike asked for the millionth time.

“Yes Wheeler. Really.” Eddie replied as the cold night air hit them.

“I still don’t buy it.” Dustin shook his head. Eddie walked backwards towards his van.

“You shall see sceptical one. Tomorrow morning. Before school.” He did finger guns at them before getting into his van and driving off.

The next morning arrived. Eddie sat in his van in the car park listening to music, drumming on the steering wheel as he watched students filter into the building. He heard a knock on his side window. Y/N was there, smiling at him. He couldn’t help but smile back. He watched as she ran around the front and got into the passenger seat. She held up her eyeliner pencil.

“You ready?” She asked excitedly, already taking the lid off. Eddie chuckled.

“As long as you don’t take my eye out L/N.”

“Can’t make any promises Eddie.” She joked back. She held Eddie’s chin and moved him to face her. The girl scanned then furrowed her eyebrows in thought. Eddie was just appreciating how close they were to each other again. Her hand felt so soft on his face. He wanted to put his hand on top but resisted the urge.

“Everything okay?” He asked, after a few seconds of silence. Y/N let go of his face and began getting up.

“I can’t get a good view from here. Do you mind?” She moved over to sit on Eddie’s lap, facing him. The metal head’s eyes widened as he watched her get on top of him. His arms reflexively went up so they were in mid air. He could feel his nerves rising. Y/N noted his slight panic.

“You good?” Eddie paused before replying quietly.

“I don’t know where to put my hands.” Y/N chuckled and guided his hands to rest on her hips.

“Here okay?”

“Y-Yeah.” Eddie managed to reply, still processing what was happening.

“Okay try to stay still.” Once she started, Eddie managed to relax a little and actually enjoy the experience. He didn’t want to move his hands in case he did something wrong. Instead he focused on Y/N’s face, still deep in concentration. One hand held his chin, tilting his head back, the other holding the pencil. “You gotta look up.”

“But what if I wanna look at you?” Eddie mumbled but Y/N definitely caught it. She couldn’t help but smile at that response. Still, she was determined to do what she set out to.

“You can look at me all you want when I’m done.” Eddie looked up.

“All I want?”

“Aaaaaaaall you want.” Y/N replied, drawing across Eddie’s waterline. She tried to keep it steady as Eddie’s grin changed the shape of his eyes. She finally pulled away.

“How do I look L/N?”

“Pretty.” Eddie’s smile grew wider at her response.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Y/N moved his hair away from his eyes to admire her work.

“You got anything else for me?” Eddie asked. Y/N cocked her head to the side.

“Hmm… I wish I’d brought my tinted lip gloss. But that probably would have been too much.” She replied, letting herself think out loud. Eddie shrugged.

“I’d be up for it.” Y/N nodded.

“Okay I’ll remember it for tomorro-“

“You’re wearing it right now aren’t you?” Eddie questioned.

“Yeah?” Y/N replied cautiously.

“Well there is one way I can wear your lip gloss then.” Eddie stated. Y/N hesitated for a moment. She slowly leaned forward. Eddie closed his eyes and waited patiently to feel Y/N’s lips on his.

She tasted soft and sweet. Even in just a simple kiss, he felt his world spinning. He opened his eyes again as he felt her pull away. She stared at him quizzically before cleaning up the corners of his mouth with her finger.

“Not sure if it suits you…”

“Y/N you can’t be serious.”

“What?” Y/N questioned.

“You can’t tell me that the only reason you did that was to see how I’d look with the lip gloss on.” Y/N chuckled.

“I didn’t say that.” Eddie finally smiled back at her again. They heard the school bell ring from the building. “Shit I’m gonna be late.”

Y/N spun herself around so that she was still sat on him, but now facing the front. She pulled down the mirror to fix her own lip gloss and couldn’t help but notice Eddie staring. She also couldn’t ignore how his arms had wrapped around her waist. No matter how warm and comforting it felt, she needed to go. “Eddie come on.”

“We can be a little late.” Eddie mumbled into her neck. Y/N chuckled as she pulled herself out of his grasp.

“Nope we gotta go.” The metal head sighed but didn’t protest anymore. He followed Y/N out of his van and to the front entrance. That’s when he spotted Dustin and Mike staring at them, mouths slightly open in disbelief. Eddie wasn’t sure how much they had seen but it was definitely at least Y/N sitting on his lap in his van. Y/N turned back to him one last time. “I’ll see you later!” Eddie waved as she disappeared inside.

“How the hell..?” Mike managed to say. Eddie just winked at them and walked past.

“Told ya boys.”

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Will you still love me tomorrow?

PAIRING: king!Steve Harrington x virgin!Reader WC:3k CW:Minors do not interact!! Very little plot, No use of y/n, reader has female body parts, also wears a dress and is called good girl, p in v, oral (both m and f, fingering (f receiving), losing virginity, cream pie, cum tasting, asshole Steve, mentions of sadness, mentions of a bet, mentions of Billy, doesn't end happy. SUMMARY: After your third date with King!Steve, you find yourself in his bed. AUTHOR NOTES: This is a rewrite of a fic I started on here but stopped, the smut was too good to go to waste. 💜Enjoy, please remember reblogs are strongly encouraged! Thank you to @cafekitsune for the amazing banners as always!

His fingertips felt like fire, as they ran down your arms. You hadn't expected the night to end like this, it was your third date you'd promised yourself it was too early. But now you were in his room, your body hot because of each touch and kisses that King Steve placed on your skin. His lips ran over your neck, causing a strangled whimper to leave your lips. “Does my girl like that?” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he heard your noises. He’d craved this since he first clapped eyes on you in that little thigh-length summer dress, at the start of April.

The courting had been a long process for Steve, frustration mostly because you'd knocked him back again and again. He was the King, every girl wanted to be the Queen. But not you, you didn't want that it seemed and it left him feeling incredibly frustrated. You'd only given in and agreed to date him when he stood up on the table in the cafeteria, yelled your name across the room and asked you out. So many eyes on you at that moment, you felt like you were going to throw up. It was one of those high school cliche moments, everyone waiting for your answer.

How could you say no to him, then?

“Yes.” You finally managed to say to him, a strangled moan. You did like that, you liked his lips on your neck a lot. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, you clenched your legs together, nervousness bubbling inside of you. His hand moved to the flimsy strap on your dress and pulled it down agonizingly slowly. “Steve...” You whispered as he touched your zip. Did you want this, you'd never before and if you did would not make you just another one of his conquests?

 “Do you want me to stop?” He asked gently, looking you in the eyes. There was a sincerity to the look on his face, that made your heart skip a beat. He seemed to be taking into account that this was your first time and didn’t want to force you if you didn't want to. It made your heart flutter, he was so sweet and charming it's no wonder you found yourself falling for him. 

You realise he's still waiting for your reply, you'd been too busy studying his handsome face. “What was the question again?” You asked gently. “Do you want me to stop?” Steve asked as he cupped your face. “No, it's not that. I just haven't done this before.” You admitted, your cheeks burning.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed having to admit that you were a virgin but deep down you knew it was nothing to be ashamed of. As long as it was the right partner, that was all that mattered. Steve had been wonderful on the three dates you'd been on together, you'd never had so much fun as you were having with him. You didn't think Steve was as nice and kind as he had been, he was even pretty romantic. He had you eating out of the palm of his hand

“It's okay, I'll guide you.” His words helped you relax, as did the kiss he planted on your jaw a moment later. His thumb ran over your cheek while he cupped your face in his large hand. Gently Steve pressed against you, guiding you down onto his pillows as his lips met yours. You were surrounded by his scent, instantly as your head touched the pillows. “I promise I'll be gentle.” He whispered before he pulled his shirt off.

Lying in his bed, you found yourself struggling to believe that you and Steve Harrington were going to have sex. Biting your lip gently, you watched as he tossed his shirt to the ground. Your eyes raked over his body, looking at the Adonis above you. “Do you like what you see?” He asked as he noticed your eyes running over him hungrily like a piece of meat.

 “Very much so.” He grinned, moving his hands around you to pull down your dress zip.

Your dress hit the floor, the same time your hips landed back on the bed, Steve watched you, sucking in a breath at the sight of you in your lace lingerie. Taking your hand, he pulled you up and looked you in the eyes. “I know you're nervous, I am too. I've not liked anyone the way I like you, not ever.” He whispered. 

“I like you too.” You replied, causing him to smile. Becoming a little braver, your free hand moved to touch him through his jeans. A hum left his lips, and you found yourself desperate to hear more of it. Desperate to make him moan for you, to hear noises that you were the cause of.

Letting go of his hand, you worked on his jeans needing to see more of him. Finally, you were able to pull them off -taking his boxers too- and found yourself staring, mouth agape. You stared at his large cock, unsure how he'd ever fit inside you. “Suck it.” Steve husked, as he watched you staring at his naked body. 

Taking hold of his shaft, you looked at how big his thick cock looked in your hand. You could hardly get your hand around it. Steve lets out a small moan as he watches you slowly lean down and take him in your mouth. 

You start slow, shy almost. Letting the tip into your mouth, your tongue washing over the masterpiece before you. As you inch him further into your mouth, you can't help but glance up, seeing his head leaning back and his hand running through his hair as he lets out a small groan.

Looking back down to the task at hand, you take him slightly deeper, feeling his shaft on your tongue. Your hand grips hold of him, holding what you cannot fit. Your tongue glides up the shaft as our head slowly starts bobbing up and down, taking him further each time. “That's it, baby girl, just like that.” He uttered humming once more.

As you move your head up, you taste the salty liquid of precum. A small moan leaves your lips as you focus on his hole wanting to taste it as much as possible. You feel his hand slipping into your hair and starting to grip tightly as he pushes you back down needing to be further in your mouth. “Such a good girl.” He moaned. “Who would've thought you're not as sweet and innocent as people thought.” He told you as Steve started to fuck your mouth, his cock moving faster seeing just how much of him you could take.

You try to keep yourself relaxed, but it's hard having his cock so deep in your mouth. You're desperate to impress him as well as pleasure him. But then he suddenly pulled out of your mouth, leaving you to whine. “It's okay baby, I just don't want to spill my load in your mouth.” He assured you. His hands found your hips easily and he pulled you down on top of him, his lips crashing against yours as his hands fiddled with your bra and underwear desperate to see the treats that lay under them. As he got them off, he rolled you over onto your back, throwing the items to the ground. 

Nestling himself between your legs, he looked down at you. “You're so beautiful.” He told you as his fingers brushed over your cheek. You couldn't help but feel hot under his touch, a small shy smile on your face. He was going to be your first, he was going to make you feel things you'd never felt.

His thumb ran over your lips once more before he moved down between your legs, he began to kiss your thighs, biting and sucking on them. Your hand moved to his and gripped his hair. “Steve!” She moaned as your body arched toward him. “I'm going to taste you.” The king whispered against your thigh. Nodding gently you looked at him as he moved toward your sweet sex.

You watched him, watched as he licked from your wet folds up to your clit then back again. Whimpers instantly began to fall from your lips, but soon turned to moans as he settled himself on your clit and pushed a finger inside. Your hand tugged on his now messy locks as he worked his magic with his tongue. “Steve, oh god!” You cried out feeling him smirking as he pumped his finger in, needing to stretch you out so you could take him.

“You're going to take me so well.” He told you between licks and sucks of your bean. His second finger slowly slipped inside of you causing you to gasp, the sting of the feeling of both of his thick fingers inside you caused you to suck in a breath. He began to pump them inside of you, pushing deeper as he licked and sucked on your clit.

Being so inexperienced, and feeling your whole body on fire, it didn't take him long to bring you to the brink. Your stomach twisted and turned in knots, your free hand gripped hard to the sheets below as a flood of pleasure washed over you. “Steve!” You moaned out, his fingers and tongue working faster to bring you to your climax. 

Your hips bucked up toward his mouth, your body shook with the force of his skills between your legs. He worked you through it. It was almost cliche to say that fireworks set off in your head. Feeling him press a kiss against your cut, he slowly sat back and licked his fingers clean as he did. His eyes remained on you the whole time, a smirk on his face. 

“You taste amazing.” 

Leaning down, he kissed your jaw softly. Anticipation hung in the air as you both knew what was coming next. Your hand moved to touch his cheek as you began to kiss, hunger caused the air to become thicker. His hand rested on your neck as he nestled between your legs. 

The kiss was a first in itself, he held onto you as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You could taste yourself and it made your stomach twist. You let out a small moan, desperate for more. You barely broke away to breathe only needing a moment to suck in a breath or let it out. He pulled back slowly making you whine.

“Are you sure?” He asked as he moved his hand to touch your cheek. 

“Yeah.” You answered in hardly a whisper. His eyes stayed on yours as he moved his hand to line himself up with your entrance. Your body felt almost like it was shaking still, you weren't sure if it was still because of the orgasm or what was going to happen next. But you could feel the nerves bubbling in your stomach as you moved your hands to take hold of his shoulders. 

Slowly, Steve pushed the tip of his cock inside of you. A gasp fell from your lips. He slowly pushed himself all the way inside you. You'd never felt this full before, never felt a feeling like this. You could feel yourself stretching around him, making adjustments for him. The sting of taking him slowly began to ease.

 “You're so tight.” He moaned looking in your eyes with a lopsided smile. You smiled back, you could get used to this, used to the way it felt as your naked bodies pressed together as his cock twitched inside of you as he gave you that moment you needed to adjust to him. 

His lips pressed against your neck, sucking gently as he began to thrust inside of you. Your hands gripped hold of his back, your nails pressing into his flesh. “Good girl, taking me so well,” Steve uttered against your skin. Steve's hand ran down your body to your leg, pushing it up and lifting it over his shoulder. 

“Oh god!” You cried out as he thrust in deeper. He pulled back from your neck and looked down at you, the smirk back on his face. “Who is making you feel this good?” He asked his tone full of lust and desire. “You, Steve.” He pressed his lips to yours almost like a reward for you saying his name.  

“You like that, you dirty girl,” Steve uttered, biting your lip as he watched the look on your face as he thrust inside of you. You moaned as he went further inside of you, you felt him hitting the right spot and it took everything inside you not to come at that moment. “Yes!” You cried out as each thrust bottomed out inside of you. Your nails dug in hard to his back, causing the king of Hawkins High to cry out loudly. “Do you like that?” You questioned starting to become a little more confident. 

He didn't answer, he just nodded his head as he moved his hand to stroke your cheek. His thumb moved down and into your mouth, you instantly started to suck on it as it passed your lips. “Good girl.” He whispered, biting his lip between his teeth. 

You couldn't help but stare up at his face, looking at the way his hair bounced, watching the way his jaw went tight, or the desire in his eyes, the light Sheen of sweat on his brow. He took his hand from your mouth and moved it down to your breast, his hand kneading it like it was dough. 

Your eyes started to close, getting lost in the pleasure. But his hand moved from the breast and grabbed your chin. “Keep looking at me baby.” He ordered, thrusting hard inside of you almost like a punishment. His hand moved back to your breast, this time rubbing and tweaking your nipple once your eyes were open.

“Steve!” You gasped, your body arched wanting to feel him deeper inside of you. Dropping your leg, he moved his hand either side of you in the bed and started to thrust harder. The bed began to move under the two of you, whining and creaking nearly as loud as you were.

“I'm close.” You announced and he seemingly smirked.

“So am I.” He told you. “Am I okay to...?” You nodded gently unable to speak as his thrusts became harder, and caused a loud moan to leave you.

“Yes!” You cried out. Your orgasm hit you a moment later, you couldn't help but let out a loud groan. Your body arching, and your hands held him tightly. “Steve!” His name came out of your lips in a moan, your body starting to shake as he fucked you through your orgasm.

 “Fuck!” Steve uttered with a thrust, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you filling you with his seed. Causing another moan out of your pretty mouth, as you felt the ropes of cum painting your walls.  

He thrust inside of you a couple more times, making sure he was empty before he pulled out and looked down at you. “Look at you, such a mess,” Steve smirked as he reached down and pushed his cum back inside of you, causing your body to twitch and throb at the feel of him. 

Moving up the bed, he lay beside you and pushed his fingers into your mouth. “See how we taste together.” He ordered you. Licking and sucking his fingers, he smirked softly. “Such a good girl.” He whispered watching you clean his fingers. “So good.”

Pulling them from you he smirked softly and lay back his arm resting behind his head as he basked in the post-sex glow. It was then it felt like it all changed. He didn't hug you, he didn't speak to you, he just lay there catching his breath and smiling to himself. Looking down at him, you swallowed hard asking if you should lay down beside him. Or was he done with you? You'd given him what he wanted and he became almost cold.

“Are you going to stay for a while?” His words broke you out of your thoughts. “Or have you got to be going?” Steve asked you, causing you to question if he was throwing you out or not. “Do you want me to go?” You asked awkwardly. You knew the answer, it was obvious and it made your chest ache. Steve shrugged his shoulders, laying there naked as the day he was born.

“Well I'm pretty tired, but you can stay if you want.” Looking away from him you bit your lip and shook your head. “My curfew is soon, so I'll leave you to sleep.” You said gently. Steve sat up and pressed his lips to your shoulder. “I'll call you, okay?” He whispered gently against your skin. “I look forward to it.” You whispered glancing over at him before he lay back down leaving you to dress and see yourself out.

Stepping out into the cool night air, you glanced back at his house as you bit down on your lip. You tried to tell yourself that he was going to call you, that he'd be on the phone tomorrow asking you out again. But he didn't even offer to drive you home, you hoped you were wrong and that you hadn't just been used. He was going to call, he had to call.

By Sunday night, he still hadn't called you.

By Monday you saw his arm slung around a cheerleader flirting like crazy.

By Wednesday you found out he had a bet with Tommy H to bed you.

By Friday you had slapped him in front of the whole school.

And by the following Friday Steve was bubbling with jealousy as he watched Billy Hargrove flirt with  you and he realised he'd truly fucked up. 

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A Stranger Valentine: Steve Harrington One-Shot

A/N: Greetings! So here it is! After a very long hiatus, I'm finally back with a little one-shot for Steve Harrington. It is my first in a while and I hope it won't be my last. I'm a little nervous about it, but I might as well just stop overthinking and go for it. And oddly enough, this just so happens to be my blog's 7th anniversary! I hope you like it!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Description: Steve puts himself out there on Valentine's Day. (3292 words)

WARNINGS: FLUFF!

Love interest: Reader

         It was a nice, breezy, and all together, regular day in Hawkins. A somewhat busy Monday for some businesses, including the Family Video. Customers had come and gone. The shelves ripped apart; most rentals gone by the evening. Surprisingly, things had died down for a bit, giving Steve and Robin a breath. The bell at the door rang as a couple of customers exited, giving way to Dustin.      

         “Hey, Robin!” He greeted. 

         “Hey, nerd.”

         “I don’t take that as insult, no matter how many times you call me it,” Dustin said.

         Steve then appeared from the back room. “Okay Robin, make a note, we are out of When Harry Met Sally, Flashdance, Splash, Footloose, Sixteen Candles, and Back to the Future. I just went over some inventory and those are the ones most asked for and the ones we are out of for now.” He glanced over the counter. “Sup, Henderson?”

         “Do you have The NeverEnding Story?”

         “On a school night?” Steve said as he stood behind the counter. He reached for the bin of returned movies while he looked at his young friend.

         “Yeah, Susie and I are gonna watch it together on Valentine’s Day while we talk on the phone.”

         “You are guys are so weird,” Robin said.

         “Those are your Valentine’s Day plans?” Steve asked.

         “Well, there really isn’t much to do at a distance. Plus, it doesn’t help that Valentine’s Day is on a Wednesday this year.”

         “Right. Also, Valentine’s Day is two days away, why are you asking about the movie today?”

         “The NeverEnding Story is a beloved film. It could just as easily be on your little list of out-of-stock movies.”

         “Doubtful,” Robin said.

         Out of nowhere, a VHS box fell to the ground. The sound earned the attention of the trio by the counter. Then, a hand was raised from behind one of the shelves.

         “Sorry, that was my bad.” Someone’s voice rang. Their head poked up as well. 

         “You’re good,” Robin responded.

         Steve failed to tear his eyes away. He watched as the girl continued to scan the films, while she enjoyed the music that played on her Walkman. Steve was pulled out of his trance by Dustin who snapped his fingers in his face.

         “Hellooooo!?”

         “What? What?”

         Dustin looked between the shelves and Steve. “You really shouldn’t stare, Steve. It’s rude.”

         “I often tell him,” Robin said as she flipped through the pages of a magazine she usually hid behind the counter.

         “I wasn’t staring,” Steve said.

         “Oh, you were just ogling at Y/N,” Dustin said. 

         Steve’s head snapped towards Dustin. “You know her?”

         “Uh, yeah, most people do.”

         “Huh? I could have sworn she just moved here.”

         “No, she moved back,” Robin added.

         “What you know them too?” 

         “Duh, dingus.”

         “How do you both know her, and I don’t?”

         “Probably because you were too busy being King Steve.”

         “Ugh!”

         “Yup! Y/N was in your year,” Dustin said.

         “How do you know anything about her?” 

         “She babysat Mike and I a couple of times.”

         “And you know her how, Robin?”

         “She tutored me in algebra.”

         Suddenly, Y/N made her way over to the counter with a couple of films in hand, cutting the trio’s conversation short. 

         “Okay, I think that’s enough browsing for the day,” she said as she removed her headphones. 

         “Hey, Y/N!” Dustin smiled.

         “Dustin Henderson? Look at you! You’ve gotten taller!”

         “And you’ve stayed the same.”          “Well, I think I hit my growth spurt too early and ran out quickly.”

         “It happens.”

         “Hi, Robin!” She glanced at Steve. “Hi, Steve.”

         “Hey, Y/N!”

         “Hi,” Steve said shyly. 

         Robin moved to the computer on the counter while Y/N handed the movies to her.

         “How long will you be renting these for?”

         “Um, you can put me down for two nights. Seems like you guys have been really busy, today.”

         “Yeah, it’s been oddly hectic for Valentine’s Day week.”

         “Oh, that’s right! Wednesday… is that why I couldn’t find a copy of Sixteen Candles?”

         “Oh?” Robin looked at Steve. “No, Sixteen Candles?”

         Steve shot Robin a disappointed look, realizing she never listened to him earlier. “Yeah, sorry. We’re all out of that one…” Steve told Y/N.

         “No, worries. I just like to rewatch it every now and again.”

         “Sorry,” Steve said.

         “It’s okay.”

         “Okay, you are set to go,” Robin said as she slid the movies to Y/N.

         “Thanks. Well, I’ll see you guys around. Bye!” She locked eyes with Steve before she headed towards the door.

         “I don’t think I’ve seen you this off your game since our Scoops Ahoy days, dingus.”

         “Yeah, Steve, you were just there. Staring. Again!”

         “What did you guys expect me to do with you two here?”

         “Uh, act normal,” Robin said.

         “I did act normal. She wasn’t really interested.”

         “Maybe cause you were avoiding them.”

         “I wasn’t avoiding them. They clearly aren’t interested.”

         “I believe you just haven’t been trying hard enough,” Dustin said.

         “I second that,” Robin said.

         “When’s the last time you went on a date?”

         “Ha!” Robin exclaimed. 

         “What? It hasn’t been that long.”

         “It’s been a while. Actually, I don’t think you’ve dated anyone in the time that I’ve known you.”

         “Come on! It has not been long.”

         “Long enough.”

         “Whether that’s the case or not, maybe you should just try. Why don’t you ask them out?” Dustin said.

         “Because he doesn’t know how. He’s done nothing but stare at her each time she’s been in here.”

         “I’m right here, Robin. Besides, I helped her the second time she came in.”

         “You pointed to where the comedies were and practically ran away from her.”

         “Fine, so I’m a little off my game. So what?”

         “Maybe you just need to not think about it as much,” Dustin suggested.

         “What do you mean?”

         “Just ask her out. Let the words come out and don’t think about it too much or else you’ll psych yourself out.”

         “Can’t believe I’m getting advice from Henderson.”

         “Like that’ll work,” Robin commented.

         “You’re not really helping,” Dustin said.

         “Okay, how’s this for advice? Stop living in the past. You’re not the same Steve from high school, which means people don’t act the way they used to around you. The real world is different, and you are in it. So why don’t you just grow a pair and just ask her out! What’s the worst that can happen, that she says no? You’ve been rejected before, and you’ve lived. You’ll be just fine no matter the outcome.”

         “Uh… okay, thanks.”

---

         On Valentine’s Day, Family Video saw a lot of traffic from the moment it was opened. Girls came around in their little cliques and grabbed snacks to go with their choice of films like The Blue Lagoon, Endless Love, An Officer and a Gentleman, Flashdance, and more. These were also popular among the guys that strung along their girlfriends or the dates they had for the day.

         Steve had finished shelving some of the returns before he made his way to the counter. Things had died for a bit, so he took the opportunity to stock some movies before more customers showed up. This would leave Robin with the inventory in the back. When he went to check on her, he found her lying back on a chair, a magazine covering her face.

         “Of course,” he said.

         The bell at the door rang, and Steve eyed the monitors on the desk in front of Robin. The footage showed Y/N, as she made her way to the counter. Steve felt his heart rate increase. He took a deep breath and exited the back room, immediately coming face to face with Y/N.

         “Hey,” he greeted.

         “Hi!” Y/N said as she fished some movies from her messenger bag. “I’ve come to return these.” She placed the films on the counter.

         “Alrighty.” Steve reached for the films while he worked on the computer. He noticed two of the three titles: Cinderella and Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Steve felt this was his time to make small talk. “Had yourself a Disney night?”

         “Hmm?”

         “A Disney night… Cinderella and Snow White?” He smiled nervously. 

         “Oh! Kinda. I had to babysit two little girls and as you can imagine they love princesses.” Y/N beamed.

         “Right. And if you baby sit boys, what do you usually go for?”

         “Easy. Star Wars. Or E.T. Dustin can testify to that.”

         “Classic choices right there.” He saw the last title: Grease. “I’m guessing Grease is more of a personal choice.”

         Y/N chuckled. “Yeah, you’re not wrong. I like to have one for myself for when the kids fall asleep.”

         “Understandable. Uh, that’ll be four-twenty-five.”

         As Y/N searched through her wallet for her money, Steve watched her for a moment. He took in her soft features and notice how delicate she looked. She pulled out a five-dollar bill and handed it to him. Steve charged the films and took out three quarters to give back.

         “No movies for tonight?”

         “Didn’t really have any in mind. Weirdly enough I got no calls to baby sit tonight. And I didn’t make plans so, right now   I don’t know what the rest of the day holds.”

         Robin’s words replayed in Steve’s mind. Grow a pair and just ask her. He thought. Now or never, Harrington.

         “Listen, since you don’t have any plans for tonight, would you…” he cleared his throat and continued. “Would you like to go see a movie? With me? Tonight?”

         “Oh… like on a date?” she asked.

         “Uh, yeah—Only if you want…”

         Y/N smiled at him. “What did you have in mind to go see?”

         Steve swallowed. “There’s this new movie coming out… Pretty in Pink…”

         “I’d love to.”

         “Really?”

         “Yeah. You had me at movie and now I’m even more excited knowing it’s to see Pretty in Pink.”

         Steve chuckled. “Great. That’s great. There’s a showing at eight. Can I pick you up at seven-thirty?”

         “That sounds perfect.”

         “Awesome, so I’ll see you tonight.”

         “I’ll see you tonight, Steve.” With that Y/N exited the Family Video. 

         Once she was out of sight, Steve couldn’t help but fist bump the air. It had actually worked. He asked and she said yes. Steve turned around and jumped when he noticed Robin just stood there.

         “Jesus!”

         She had a smug look on her face. “Told you so, Harrington.”

         “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks.”

---

         Funnily enough, Steve had forgotten to ask Y/N where she lived. Luckily, Robin helped him figure it out. He arrived just as he had told her; seven thirty on the dot. He popped a breath mint in his mouth as he walked up to the door. He combed his fingers through his hair, adjusted the jacket he had on, and rang the doorbell.

         A minute passed before the door swung open to reveal Y/N standing opposite of him. Steve eyed her for a second before he swallowed so hard the breath mint went straight to his stomach. He could have sworn he heard Dustin telling him to stop ogling at the girl. 

         He snapped out of his daze. “Hey.”

         “Hi. You alright?” She asked.

         “Me? Yeah. I’m good.”

         She smiled. 

         “You look great, by the way. Uh, beautiful actually.” Steve noticed her cheeks grew warm. 

         “Thank you.”

         “Are you ready to go? I’m not rushing you, though.”

         “I’m ready.”

         “Alrighty, let’s go.”

         Steve moved aside as she stepped out and locked the door behind her. They walked together to his car, and Steve picked up his steps to beat her to the passenger side. He opened the door and closed it after she climbed in. Steve then marched over to the driver’s side. As soon as he got in, he started his car, and drove on to the movie theater. The ride started off a bit quiet with both parties rather nervous about the date, not that they’d confess anything to one another. Suddenly, Steve turned on the radio and the catchy beat of Daryl Hall and John Oats’ You Make My Dreams Come True, came through the speakers. Steve caught on to Y/N tapping her hands on her lap in tune to the song, and so he left it on that station. After that, the ride didn’t feel as long. Before they knew it, the song finished when they arrived. 

         Steve made sure to get the door for Y/N and together they strolled over to the ticket booth. Being a gentleman, he bought their tickets, and the pair made their way inside. Steve eyed the snacks counter and turned to Y/N at his side. 

         “Would you like any snacks?”

         “Uh, only you do.”

         “I could definitely go for some popcorn. We could share?”

         “Okay.”

         “If you want you can get us some seats while I get the snacks.”

         “Are you sure? I don’t mind going with you.”

         “Yeah. Movie will start here in a bit so were gonna see plenty of people filing in and before you know it, the good seats will be gone.”

         “Okay. I’ll see you inside.”

         “Yeah.”

         A few minutes later Y/N waved Steve over the minute she spotted him coming into the theater. Steve was hugging a bucket of popcorn while also holding a beverage on each hand. When he reached the seat next to her, Y/N stopped rubbing her hands on her upper arms and helped Steve with the drinks. She placed each one on the cup holders and Steve sat next to her. The lights dimmed and the screen slowly went on. Steve leaned a little closer to Y/N.

         “Are you okay?”

         “Yeah. It’s just a little colder than I expected, and I totally forgot my cardigan at home.”

         “Oh…”

         “Yeah, but it’s okay.”

         “Here, hold this.” Steve handed her the popcorn and proceeded to remove his jacket. He then extended it to her. “Take it.”

         “What? No, Steve. I couldn’t.”

         “You can. Take it, please.”

         “Steve…”

         “Please.”

         Y/N took the boy’s jacket. Steve wouldn’t say it out loud, but he loved how she looked in it, even in the dimmed theater. She warmed up immediately. 

         “Thank you,” she whispered. 

         “You’re welcome. Popcorn?” He whispered back. 

         “Yes, please. Thanks.”

         Steve handed his date the popcorn and kept a small handful. The film started and the pair got comfortable in their seats. At one point during the movie, their hands bumped into one another when reaching for the popcorn.

         “Sorry,” Y/N whispered.

         “It’s okay. Some good popcorn.”

         Steve shook his head as he watched the movie, the words echoing in his head. Some good popcorn? Idiot. 

         Mid way through the film Y/N slightly leaned her shoulder into Steve’s armrest. Steve took as deep breath and enjoyed the closeness. They would remain like that until the end.

---

         As the pair exited the theater along with the crowd, Y/N gushed to Steve about how much she enjoyed the movie.

         “I thought it was pretty sweet. Thanks for bringing me.”

         “You’re welcome.”

         As they strolled on over to the car, Y/N got a little closer to Steve. 

         “Why did you bring me?”

         “What?”

         “Why did you bring me to see this movie tonight? On Valentine’s Day?”

         Steve stopped in place. “Oh, I- uh, I thought it was pretty obvious.”

         She stopped as well and gazed up at him. “What?”

         He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, that I… that I… like you.”

         “That’s good. I like you too.” She grinned.

         “You do?”

         “I thought it was pretty obvious.” 

         Steve chuckled and nodded. He noticed a man at the street corner selling roses. Without saying a word, he started jogging towards the man. Y/N turned, and her eyes followed his figure.

         “Steve?”

         “One sec.”

         She watched as Steve got a rose from the man and jogged right back to her.

         Steve extended the rose towards her. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

         She accepted it.

         He continued. “I didn’t make a big deal of it because it’s only our first date and I didn’t want to freak you out.”

         “I love it.”

         They continued on back towards Steve’s car, not that far apart from one another. When they reached the car, Steve being a gentleman once again, opened the door for her to get in. 

         On their way back, there was a soft love song playing on the radio, which they both enjoyed in silence. According to the host, it had been requested by some lovesick caller. They pulled up slowly to Y/N’s home, and Steve turned off the engine. As they sauntered to her door, Steve realized he didn’t want the night to end. Sure, he had been a bundle of nerves the whole time, but even then, he enjoyed her company and thought her shyness was just adorable. When they reached the door Steve stayed on the second step, while she stood at the top. They were at eye level this way.

         “Steve?” She said shyly. 

         “Yeah?”

         “How come you didn’t ask me sooner?”

         Steve took a deep breath. It was as if the date had only just begun again. “Honestly? I couldn’t muster the courage to ask you out.”

         “What changed?”

         “Robin gave me a harsh, but much needed pep talk.”

         “And how did you decide on a movie?”

         “It seemed like you love ‘em. I tried to hold Sixteen Candles for you cause you asked for it the other day. But then, I saw this movie had the same chick in it. So, I took a shot.”

         “Molly Ringwald.”

         “Huh?”

         “The actress you’re talking about. It’s Molly Ringwald.”

         “Right, yeah. That one.”

         She smiled. “Well, I’m glad our first date was on Valentine’s Day. It will stand out from any future one’s.”

         “Future one’s? You sayin’ you would go on a date with me again?” His heart was beating through his ears.

         She played with the rose she held in her hand. “Only if you want to. I wasn’t sure if you’d ask again.”

         “I do. I really, really do.”

         “Then it’s a date.”

         “Totally.”

         The two stood under the moonlight for another minute, as if waiting for something else to happen. However, nothing did.

         “Well, thanks again, Steve. I had a really great time.”

         “Me too.”

         “Goodnight, Steve.”

         “Goodnight.”

         Y/N smiled at the boy before her, one more time. She then turned to the door, unlocked it, and stepped inside.

         “Bye.”

         Steve waved softly at her and watched the door close. He stood there for a brief moment, kicking himself for not doing more to not bring the night to close so soon. 

         Suddenly, the door opened, and Y/N stepped in front of Steve in two quick steps. She placed a delicate hand on Steve’s right cheek, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to his. 

         Steve was stunned. His hands slightly hovered around her, before they came down to settle on her hips. He pulled her in a little tighter, relaxing into the kiss. He felt a warmth between them, as he savored her soft lips. He could still taste the movie theater popcorn.

         After a moment, Y/N broke the kiss and took a step back. Steve’s eyes remained closed, and his hands lingered on her hips. He finally opened his eyes and gazed into hers.

         “Wow.”

         A giggle bubbled in her throat. She took another step back, but Steve couldn’t resist pulling her in by her hips and kissing her one more time. Steve broke the kiss on this occasion and saw as he had left her stunned this time around. As he gazed back at her, he watched as she began to take slow steps backwards into her home.

         “Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve.”

She then closed the door and lied her back against it, with a hand hovering over her lips. Steve couldn’t see this. Which meant she didn’t see him when he raised his fists in triumph. 

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Don't be afraid to let me know what you think! If you are interested in another Steve Harrington One Shot, I wrote one a while back. Here is the link:

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[moljh]

Dreams

Summary: You have a wet dream about your friend Steve

Sex, teasing, etc 

Unedited - just a quick one

You couldn't remember how you had ended up here but that wasn't your main concern as you balanced dangerously on the edge of the bathroom sink. Usually your mind would be focussed on the practical side of things, the risk of it all but right now nothing else mattered. The sole thing you were honed in on was the glorious sensations rippling through your body.

As your fingers clawed through his hair, you couldn't help but think to yourself that his hair was soft but his tongue was softer. He was peppering kisses down you neck and slowly working his way down your body.

His fingers moved up your thighs and you shifted as he scrunched your skirt up. Adjusting yourself, you couldn't help let out a small moan at he ran his fingers against the thin cotton underwear blocking your entrance.

"Your already wet" he remarked, clearly pleased with himself "Just for you" you replied sultrily  

Lifting yourself up, you helped him removed your underwear and flinched as you rested yourself back down on the cold porcelain sink.

"You sure?" he asked gazing into your eyes "Yes" you firmly said

He didn't waste any time once you had given the go ahead "Oh god Steve!" you cried, throwing your head back as his tongue met your core

He was like a man starved. He knew exactly what to do. Finding those exact spots.

You felt one finger enter you and then a second, he moved them expertly, curving them in just the right spot.

"Yes, yes" you exclaimed, one hand gripping the edge of the sink and the other his hair

His tongue met your clit and you couldn't stop the moans. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours, you didn't know how long it had been.

You felt yourself coming towards that edge "oh my god, yes, yes, right there" you told him, and he knew exactly what you meant

A few seconds later and you had the best orgasm of your life, your legs were shaking and you had to slow your breathing.

You didn't have much of a reprieve as you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance. Shifting forward, you moved to a better angle and gazed up at his, gripping his bicep in encouragement.

"Oh god, you're tight" he muttered, as he slowly began pushing his member within you

He was big, that was for sure, but you liked the feeling of him inside you.

"Keep going" you reassured him, pulling him closer and into a strong kiss

He finally was fully inside you and began moving, slow and first, as to let you adjust but soon strong, rhythmic thrusts.

The both of you were moving in sync, engrossed in it all. Again you felt another orgasm coming and his thrusts hastened, you could feel how close you were, so close, just another second.

You felt yourself wake suddenly, the reality of what happened settling down on you. Your eyes darted around you and you realised you had fallen asleep on the coach. Then you felt the arm that was wrapped around you and the head that was resting against yours, as you rested your own on their shoulder.

The only light in the room was coming from the television, that was still playing the movie you two had started earlier in the evening. You couldn’t see Steve’s face but thanked God he was clearly asleep. 

You didn't want to move in fear of waking him. You wanted to just leap up and run away, you were horrified at what had just happened. As Steve had been innocently sleeping next to you, you had been fanaticising about him.

Shifting slightly, you froze as you could feel how wet you were, clearly aroused by your dreams.

You slowly slipped out of your friends embrace and tried your best to not wake him. Getting up from the couch you went to slink towards the bathroom, quietly tip toeing across the hardwood floor.

"You talk in your sleep by the way" you heard a voice say from behind you and you froze mid step

There was silence for a moment and you just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. You were so embarrassed and mortified that Steve had heard you.

Slowly turning around to face him, you sheepishly met his gaze. His face didn't reveal any signs of disgust or shock as you had anticipated. The right corner of his lips were turned up in a slight smug grin as he gazed at you.

"Hopefully I can live up to the expectation" he said with a shit-eating grin

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[frankenhookersmonster]

sheets - brother’s best friend!steve harrington x reader

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, brother's best friend!steve x inexperienced!afab!reader, smut (unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], fingering, oral [reader receiving], p in v, loss of virginity + pain, blood), size kink if you squint, steve being a softy

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a/n - this started as a 200 word headcanon but now we're here lmao. hope you all had a lovely thanksgiving if you celebrate :D

It was shaping up to be a boring night. You were home from college, your parents weren't home for the time being and your brother had a friend over. They kept to themselves for most of the night so you wouldn’t have to interact with them at all. 

That was until you wandered into the kitchen looking for something to drink when you saw him, Steve Harrington, slumped over a pizza box while your brother complained about something you couldn't care less about. You knew him from high school, he was in your brother's grade but to the best of your knowledge they didn't really talk to each other.

"Yeah, Steve trained me at Family Video and we've been attached at the hip ever since." Your brother explained, batting his eyelashes playfully while Steve tried to keep in his laughter.

"Wanna slice?" You looked to Steve, and nodded, taking the piece from his hand. When you skipped off to your room you could feel his eyes on your back, trailing down to your ass cheeks that peeked out of your shorts as you climbed the stairs.

Steve had always been a terrible sleeper. Once your brother had fallen asleep he found himself staring at the ceiling and decided to wander around and explore. He discovered the upstairs bathroom decorated like the beach, the wall covered in family photos and childhood artwork, and an oversized dying plant that sat in the corner of the hallway.

Eventually, Steve came across a room with light colored walls, soft looking sheets, and stuffed animals on the bed. Oh god, he thought, this was your room.

Before he could even process the thought you stood behind him in the door frame. He jumped, you apologized and invited him in. "Couldn't sleep?" Steve shrugged at your words "Me either."

Steve caught himself staring at you. Your arms held the stuffed bear in your lap as you went on about classes and your crazy roommate. "I have better friends than I did in high school, though. They're a lot nicer, and there's more of them." You giggled.

"You've probably got a smart, sweater vest wearing, ‘The Jesus And Mary Chain’ listening college boyfriend too, huh?" You both froze. Steve was surprised by his own words. Sure, he knew of you in high school and you had been talking for the better part of an hour at that point but he didn't consider the two of you to be close. Actually, he was quite close to you physically, close enough to hear you gulp when he mentioned you having a boyfriend. "Sorry, I don't know where that came from I just-"

"No it's fine, I don't have a boyfriend. Haven't ever really had anything serious actually." Steve watched as you got nervous, squeezing the bear in your grip a little tighter. Even he could feel how he was holding the blanket under him in his fist subconsciously. It was so soft, delicate.

When Steve looked up from his hands he caught you burrowing your eyes into him. Your face warmed and you bit the inside of his cheek while he chuckled.

Something about you was making Steve ache, maybe it was the implied innocence that came with your comment, or the gentleness of your room. Whatever it was made him adjust his spot on your bed. 

“But you’ve kissed a boy before, right?” He prodded, moving impossibly close to you. “Uh huh, I just,” You trailed off, averting your gaze while Steve continued staring. He could pick up on the tension in your quiet voice, and surprisingly it was making his dick strain in his plaid pants. 

“Nobody’s ever touched you, huh?” Steve took a big hand to your thigh, getting a gentle gasp from you as he did. It was a bold move, something more akin to his high school days. You had awoken something in him, and he barely knew what to do with himself. “N-No, I’ve never, I-” He cut you off with a squeeze to your skin. 

He wanted to kiss you, touch you, fuck you. Steve wanted to be your first.

Steve noticed how close you had gotten to him, the way you were unsubtly staring at his lips. He took his hand from your thigh and heard you sigh before moving the hand to your face. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your mouth softly. 

You stayed like that for a moment before Steve began to move your lips a bit. He was gentle with you, like you were fragile and might fall into pieces in his hands, though inside you felt like you just might.

“Y/n,” Steve could feel you shudder as he rested his forehead against yours. “I wanna make love to you, would you let me do that?” Your face was hot against his. “Please, Steve, please.”

Cautiously, Steve laid you down on the bed beneath you. His lips briefly returned to yours before pressing against the underside of your jaw. He nipped at the skin, taking in your scent and the desperate sounds you were making. “Never had anyone hold you like this, huh?” He could feel you shake your head. “How about we take your pants off? Would that be okay?” You didn’t give him an answer, instead you went for the jaw string of your cotton shorts and slid them down your thighs.

Steve could have fallen to his knees at the sight of your panties; pastel pink with the tiniest white bow and the biggest wet spot over your cunt. You started to get nervous when Steve got quiet, his head hovering above your crotch as he studied you intensely. “So pretty.” He whispered, slowly moving himself down to kiss you through the soaked cloth. 

You shrieked, loud enough to concern Steve. “Hey, gotta keep it down, okay? Can’t wake up your brother, alright?” You bit your lip in an attempt to suppress your groans, though Steve knew that would be little help to you.

“So fucking needy, I kissed you through your panties and it made you moan like that? How are you gonna handle it when I actually touch you?” Steve took his fingers and rubbed little circles through your underwear. You covered your own mouth, it only muffled your noises a little. Your legs kicked a bit to his sides, so Steve took his free hand to hold your thigh down.

Steve continued his slow work, taking in the sweet cries you mumbled into your pillow. He took the soft fabric into his fingers and pried them to the side, darting his eyes up to you to check in. “I’m gonna touch you without your panties, if that’s-” You interrupted, reaching a hand up to your headboard. “Okay, okay. Just do it.”

In an instant, the pad of his fingertip was pressing through your folds. You yelped, though Steve tried to shush and talk you down. “You’re so tight, baby, ‘doubt I’m gonna get another finger in there.” Your eyebrows pressed together as you sat up a bit to look at him. “But I thought you were gonna have sex with me. Can we just skip this and like, you know.” 

Steve removed his finger slowly, making your face twist up a little bit. “I gotta stretch you out if you’re gonna take my cock, babe. But I don’t even know if we're gonna get that far.” You frowned even harder and threw your head back. 

Your frustration just made Steve hell bent on fucking you. He rested himself back between your thighs and kissed them softly. Testing the waters, Steve planted a kiss on your bare pussy, absorbing your moans as he did. He worked his way to eat you out, lapping up the wetness of your cunt as his nose nudged your clit. You bit down on your lip so hard you thought it might bleed. 

All you had known was your own fingers, occasionally the plushness of a pillow between your legs, but nothing could compare to the feeling of Steve’s mouth, his lips, his tongue. You were addicted, maybe a little determined because you figured the only thing that could top that feeling might have been the dick Steve was pressing into the mattress.

Your stomach turned in a familiar way, one of your hands held Steve’s shoulder. “I-I’m gonna cum, Steve. God, don’t stop.” His hands came to your hips and pressed down as he continued to lick you. Your orgasm came quickly after, and Steve moaned through your body while you came. You tugged at his hair, his famous locks that had the entirety of Hawkins High School in a chokehold not too long ago. But he was older now, mature, no longer that hot senior you saw striding through the halls. Back then he was untouchable, but now he was in your arms, eating up your arousal.

When Steve looked up at you, his face was damp, his mustache shiny with your slick. He licked his lips, wiping his cheeks with his hands and sucking the wetness off of his fingers. 

“Steve,” He hummed at you as he kept licking his fingers, the sight of which made you want to groan, “can you make love to me now, like you said you would?” He shot you an empathetic smile, pulling himself up to your eye level. “Y/n, I don’t know if it’ll fit, baby. It might hurt you.” You scoffed at him and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, pressing lips to your collarbone.

“Can we at least try, please?” He had only really known you for a short amount of time but he couldn’t say no to you. The idea of being the first person inside of you, the first person to fully feel all of you, was hard to say no to. 

Without another word Steve was sitting up and removing his clothes, first his shirt, shortly after his pants. You could see the outline of his dick in his boxers, it suddenly made you aware of how serious he was about not fitting. Shoving the thought down, you took off your own shirt and revealed your bare breasts. Steve’s eyes lit up, mouth practically salivating at the view.

He carefully rested on top of you and started kissing you again. Steve’s hands found your tits pretty quickly, giving them a good squeeze that made you groan into his mouth. As nice as his touch was, you were starting to get impatient. “Steve, I need it, fuck.”

“Okay, okay, just tell me if it’s too much. If it hurts at all we’ll stop, alright?” You exhaled harshly. “Okay.”

Steve started to line himself up at your entrance, switching his glance from between your legs to your eyes to check in. You looked so pretty, he thought, so eager for him to ruin you. 

His dick twitched as the tip felt through your folds. They felt like velvet on his cock, he couldn’t help the loud, guttural moan that fell from his lips.

Quickly he gathered himself, looking to you to make sure you were alright. Your mouth was agape, eyes rolled back into your skull, tears were starting to form. “Everything okay?” One of his hands came to caress your cheek as you nodded. “Mhm, yeah.”

Steve was right, the further he pressed into your cunt the more it hurt. You knew the pleasure was coming soon though, it had to.

He bottomed out, the entire length of his cock shoved deep into your pussy. “Gonna stay like this for a little bit, okay?” Steve kissed your ear, pushing back stray hairs and mumbling praises into your skin. Steve’s heavy breathing consumed you completely, you

You felt your eyes start to water, the pressure from Steve’s heavy cock was overwhelming. He frowned, his fingers rested on your scalp. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts.” You confessed. It was frustrating, something as simple as sex was bringing you to tears. You were grown, everyone you knew had no issue with this kind of stuff, it didn’t make sense why you were having such a hard time.

Steve sat up a little bit, taking a better look at your shivering body. “Do you want me to pull out?” You shook your head. “Different position?” You thought for a moment before shaking your head again. 

“What if I'm super gentle?” You found Steve’s eyes then, big and brown and kind. You nodded, whimpering out a ‘please’ as he leaned down to lock your lips. It was short lived, interrupted by him sitting up and pulling out of your pussy. You sighed in defeat, watching as Steve spit into his hand and rubbed his cock that was already covered in your slick.

He readjusted in between your legs, carefully reinserting himself. You were better prepared this time and the small amount of lubricant he added made the stretch slightly easier. Steve stayed put for a moment, holding you tightly underneath him. He kept his eyes on yours as he pulled out just a bit before pushing back in, creating a steady and slow pace. “How’s it feeling?”

Though you tried to keep your cool, it was still a little painful. You tried to say anything but the word’s weren’t forming, but he seemingly got the message. Steve kissed your neck, sucking at the skin experimentally and biting down harder as you moaned.

“So fucking beautiful.” Steve mumbled into your shoulder, giving your thighs a tight squeeze. You shrieked, Steve’s hand quickly came to clamp down on your mouth. “Don’t want your brother to come in, baby.” His palm stayed in place as he rocked back and forth. 

Your bedroom was filled with the sounds of your muffled whimpers and your bed frame rutting against the wall. Steve would shush you every now and then, cursing under his breath. 

It was intimate, an act of love and appreciation though you had only known the guy for such a short time. You were glad Steve was there, not for the bragging rights of him taking your virginity, but for how sweet he was. It was unexpected, just from the look of him you had figured his love life was just a string of loveless hookups, but here he was kissing your face and telling you how pretty you were. 

Absentmindedly, you mumbled out “M’so happy you’re my first, Steve.”

You could feel Steve’s cock twitch inside of you, his brain short circuited. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and letting out a heavy breath. “F-feel good?” He stuttered. You hummed into his hair, quickly realizing it wasn’t a lie, you did feel good.

Quickly, Steve brought his fingers to your clit. You began to moan, though he shut you up quickly with a rough kiss. It was passionate, a little sloppy like his thrusts were becoming, your lips were soon wet with his spit.

Steve continued to rub little circles in your cunt, fucking you faster with his cock. You were whining, but neither of you seemed to care. Both of you were chasing your highs, the idea of your brother sleeping peacefully down the hall was long forgotten about.

Your pussy squeezed him unintentionally, forcing a moan out of him. Steve wasn’t very vocal, but part of you wished that he was after the cry he let out. 

“You’re gonna cum, I can feel your-fuck.” His head hung down and got his hair in your face, the softness of his locks tickled your forehead. “Go’head, cum on me babe.”

You creamed around his dick, locking your legs behind Steve’s back and hugging him tightly. He helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling out quickly and sitting on his knees. “Can I come on you?” He sputtered.

He looked so pretty like that, fucked out and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead. He continued jerking himself off, his panting drowned out by the wet sounds of his hand around his cock. You nodded your head as you tried to catch your breath, sitting up on your arms to see him better.

Hot cum spat onto your stomach. Steve’s eyes were screwed shut, he mumbled something incoherent as he tugged at himself. You looked at him with wide eyes, your cheeks grew warm as he came back down from his high.

Once he finished and began to blink his eyes open, you dragged a finger across your belly to pick up a small bit of his seed before bringing it to your mouth and sucking on it hard. As the saltiness mixed with your saliva, Steve looked down at you in awe. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.

When Steve cleaned you off, he left little pecks on your skin. He took time on your inner thighs, noticing how it made you squirm. He mumbled an apology before pressing a wet kiss close to your swollen cunt. 

He balled up the towel in his hands once he finished. It was one he found in the bathroom cabinet after you gave him out of breath directions, a small old one with color drained purple bows printed on and a rip in the corner. “You bled a little bit. You’re probably gonna be hurting for a day or two.” He mentioned before tossing it in your laundry bin. You saw a bit of red flash by before it disappeared into your dirty clothes and Steve crawled into your bed with a shirt and pair of underwear for you.

You laid next to each other, your only contact with him being your hooked pinkies.

“Was it good for you?” Steve whispered, turning onto his side. “It was so good, thank you.” You brought a hand up to his hair and stroked it. “W-was it good for you, though?” You stuttered, only swiveling your head a bit.

Steve chuckled and took your chin in his hand, rubbing your face gently enough to tickle you. “It was good for me, too.” 

“You’re lying.” You frowned, adjusting to look at the ceiling again. There was no way you were good at sex, and from what you knew Steve had a lot of it before you. He was experienced, and it was impossible for you to be considered anything but mediocre to him. All you did was lay there and whine.

“M’not.” Steve’s voice was louder as he sat up to hover above you. “You made me feel good, babe. Swear to god.” He lifted a hand with a laugh before kissing your cheek. “And I wanna fuck you again sometime, if you’d let me.” Butterflies erupted from your belly when maneuvered himself back down onto the mattress and brought you into his chest.

He held you for a while, not even speaking as you listened to each other breathe. He noticed yours even out soon after, looking down to see you fast asleep.

Steve tucked you in, noticing the stains left on your soft, fluffy seats and blushing. He deflowered you, and to his surprise that fact turned him on. 

He dressed himself and turned your light off, leaving one last kiss on your hairline before wandering back to your brother’s room. He was still fast asleep, mouth opened and drool spilling onto his pillow. 

He felt a little sting of guilt, though he pushed it out with thoughts of you spread out taking his cock, the moans you cried out for him to fuck you. Steve crawled under a blanket on the air mattress, quickly drifting off to sleep as those images swirled around his head.

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[candyflossfairy]

𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 — 𝟶𝟹

𝟶𝟹. — 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Eddie comes to check on you after you miss lunch.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, nipple play, oral (f receiving), rutting, clothing play.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.2k

The next few days were a sort of blur. You worked, you packed things, and you moved them to the house — surprisingly, with the help of the boys. There was also re-recording their old songs with your vocals mixed in there, which was an interesting and new experience for you. 

You felt a little weird, though. You and Steve hadn’t talked about what had happened between you at all. You were an adult, though. You were mature. It was probably just what it was, two adults helping each other out.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever help each other out again, though.

Not that you would ask him that. You just hadn’t really been alone with him since, and he gave no indication that he was planning on being alone with you.

Also not that he seemed against being alone with you.

It was just weird.

You gave a frustrated noise, dropping back onto your bed.

You had been spending the morning organizing and decorating, needing some alone time. The boys were loud, rowdy, and they were always asking you questions. Which was nice, to an extent, to know that they were interested in you. 

You were interested in them too.

However, they outnumbered you. Five to one. Three of them never stopped talking, and two barely spoke. 

The three were more than enough for all five, though.

You checked the time. You needed to start packing. You were all getting in vans tomorrow to start the tour. You were excited and scared about it, but with the boys behind you, you knew you could do it.

There was a knock on your door and you sat up, smoothing your shirt out. 

“Come in!” You called.

“Hey!” Eddie grinned at you, shutting the door behind him. “I come offering gifts!” He tossed you a soda and shook an unopened bag of chips in your direction. “You missed lunch.” He told you, taking a seat next to you on your bed.

Crap. You checked your watch. 

“Sorry, lost track of time.” You smiled sheepishly.

“No biggie, I just wanted to make sure you ate something.” He smiled, popping open his coke and taking a drink.

You followed suit, popping the tab and taking a sip as he ripped open the chip bag.

You reached into it, grabbing a couple of chips and munching on them.

“So,” Eddie started, mouth full. “How are you settling in?” 

If he wasn’t so cute, you’d find it gross. Really, you found it endearing.

“Good. It’s definitely different going from living alone to having five housemates, but it’s not bad.” Especially since you had your own space away from them. 

“Good, we want you comfortable, you know?” He smiled at you.

You took a sip of your soda before nodding. “I appreciate that.” 

You sat in silence for a few moments after that, both of you eating chips and sipping on your sodas. It wasn’t awkward, which was both good and interesting. You grabbed one last chip and licked your fingers clean, unaware of how hard Eddie was staring at you while you did it.

You took a sip of your soda before looking at him.

His cheeks were flushed pink, his hand hovering over the chip bag. 

You raised an eyebrow. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing!” He said quickly, grabbing another chip and shoving it in his mouth.

“No… Eddie, what?” You laughed softly. “Is there something on my face?” You wiped at your lips with the back of your hand.

“N-no! Just—nothing, okay?” He huffed, crumpling the chip bag closed from the top.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Did I say something before?” You pressed.

“No, you didn’t say something before.” He mocked you, placing the chip bag next to him. You looked at the chip bag, then at his hand—fingers still covered in chip dust—before it clicked.

“Ohhhhh,” You nodded, “You’re a dirty, dirty boy, Eddie Munson.” You teased, brushing some of your hair back.

“What?! No, I didn’t—I wouldn’t—”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t fuck me if I asked?” You prompted innocently.

“What—? I mean— yeah if you asked but I would never even think about it if you didn’t ask!” He said quickly. 

You laughed, “Calm down, I don’t think you’re a pervert for having thoughts. Everyone does.” You hummed, biting your lip. 

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah—I’ve had thoughts about you. Dreams too, actually.” You smiled at him.

“Dreams?” He whispered.

“Mhm!” You nodded. 

“Wh—tell me about it?” He asked, his cheeks flushing.

“You wanna know?” You gently touched his shoulder. “I can tell you, if you tell me what you were thinking about a minute ago.” 

“I—” He took in a gulp of air. “I was thinking about what it would feel like to feel your tongue on my fingers… and then on my cock.” His voice got quieter as he spoke, almost embarrassed, bashful.

“Don’t be ashamed, Eddie.” You cooed softly at him, “Like I said, it’s normal to have thoughts.” 

Gently, you took his hand in yours and flicked your tongue out, running it up his finger. His eyelids fluttered, a soft breath leaving his lips. 

“I’ve had dreams about you eating me out.” You told him, before flicking your tongue up the next finger. “Seeing you look up at me from between my legs like a good boy.” You hummed. 

You didn’t take him for a virgin, but he sure as hell was acting like one. 

“Yeah?” He asked, breathless.

“Mhm..” You trailed, putting his hand back in his lap before you leaned in. You gently ghosted your lips against his, and he leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly together.

Well, he sure as hell kissed like an expert, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand reached up to wind in your hair. He tasted like chips, soda, and a hint of cigarettes. It wasn’t unpleasant, just… different. Normal. It wasn’t minty; your ex made sure his breath was always fresh. You didn’t mind this. This was what it was supposed to be like. 

You allowed Eddie to take control, his free hand sliding down your arm before it ghosts over the very top of your chest, as if asking permission. You grabbed his hand and slid it down to your breast, where he squeezed. You didn’t know if this was his first time or not, but you had to imagine he’d been with girls before.

He was a hot-shot. Gorgeous. Talented. Funny. Nerdy. He was a perfect specimen for a boyfriend, and so you had to figure he’d had a girlfriend before; or at least slept with a girl before.

You gave him an encouraging moan, his hand softly massaging your breast. You arched into his touch. 

Gone from your mind were the worries of Steve and what would happen with him; what could happen. All you could think about was Eddie, and his hand on your breast. He was softer than Steve had been.

You pressed him back to lay on the bed, and straddled his waist. His hands pushed up your shirt and took it off, tossing it away in the emptiness of your room. He unhooked your bra with both hands, fumbling slightly before he finally got it. You let the straps slide off of your shoulders and he didn’t move for a long while, just looked at your boobs in awe.

You didn’t think they were anything special, really. However, he was here, looking at them like they were magic.

His hands were hesitant as they both lifted to gently cup your breasts, squeezing them. You made a soft noise, grinding your hips down against him.

“Fuck,” He groaned, squeezing them a little harder as your hands pressed against his chest. 

“Eddie—” You moaned, your head tipping back as you continued to grind against him. 

He slipped a hand around your back and pulled you down, taking a nipple between his lips to gently rub his tongue over before suckling gently. You bucked your hips against him, moaning.

He adjusted the both of you, then, letting you lay on your back with him on top. He kissed down your chest, to your belly, and then your hips, his fingers plucking your jeans open. He pulled them down, your legs lifting as he got them off. 

Now, the only thing between you, was a thin pair of panties. Rather than taking them off, Eddie nosed against your folds, humming. 

“You smell so good.” He groaned, his voice gravelly and deep. You flushed. You weren’t sure what to say about that.

You weren’t sure what switch had flipped in him either.

His tongue dragged against you through your panties, making your eyes flutter. It was teasing, but there was still enough pressure for you to feel it. You moaned, lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder. He grasped your thigh, his rings and fingers digging deliciously into your skin as he continued to stroke your clit with his tongue. It felt different than you were used to, with the panties in the way, but definitely not bad by any means. 

Your back arched as he finally pushed your panties to the side and allowed his tongue to actually taste you. You both moaned in tandem as he flicked his tongue against you. He slipped two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out. 

“Fuck, Eddie—” You groaned, grasping at his hair tightly. You curled your fingers into it, pulling. 

He hummed against you, looking up at you with those dark eyes. His pupils were blown out with pleasure, his hips rutting against the bed. 

“Fuck me,” You told him, tugging his hair roughly. He pulled his mouth off of you and slid up to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it rolled around yours in your mouth. His hands were undoing his belt, then his jeans, and he pushed them down far enough for his cock to bob out. He broke the kiss to reach into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and dug inside of it for a condom before tossing the leather away. 

Your hands tugged at his shirt, wanting it off, but there was something definitely hot about him being mostly clothed while you were mostly naked.

He threw his shirt off before opening the condom, fumbling with it for a second before he finally rolled it on. He pushed your panties aside, lifting your legs around his hips as he rubbed his cock against your cunt, and then slowly pushed in.

You moaned in tandem, your back arching as he filled you up. He wasn’t as big as Steve, but he was still definitely bigger than you were used to.

He released a shuddering breath as he fully seated into you, his eyes fluttering.

“Have you had sex before?” You had to ask.

“Not with a girl.” He responded, and before you could think to deeply in what he said, he started thrusting.

Your back arched high and your hands gripped at the duvet beneath you. You moaned loudly as he pounded into you, deep and rough. You were already close to your end, you were almost embarrassed about it, but fuck it felt so good, and you were still fairly stimulated from when he’d been eating you out.

You reached a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, moaning loudly as he continued abusing your hole. His hips snapped loudly against your thighs. It only took a few more thrusts and you were pushed over the edge, your toes curling as your cunt clenched and spasmed tightly around him.

That seemed to be all it took for him to finish, too. He panted, his hips slowing down. 

“Fuck,” You both said, before chuckling breathlessly as you spoke at the same time.

“Jinx, you owe me a soda.” Eddie winked down at you, before pulling out. 

He hung out for a little longer, the two of you talking as you got dressed about the tour you were leaving for tomorrow, and how exciting it all was.

“Alright, Jonathan and Gareth are riding with the roadies. The rest of us are in this van.” Steve patted a black van next to him. “I’ve already double checked the list that we’ve got all of the equipment in one of them, so we should be good.” Steeve grinned. “Everyone find a place to put your bags, and let's hit the road!”

You climbed into the black van, sitting in the passenger seat up front next to Steve who was driving. Eddie and Billy sat in the back seat. This was going to be an interesting ride, for sure.

Hell, the entire tour would be an interesting ride. Being stuck in a van with two men you fucked, and Billy; who was just as rambunctious as Eddie was. 

Well, as long as you were away from Jonathan’s glaring stare. 

“Can we stop at the store for snacks, dad?!” Eddie asked as he leaned over the center console to look at Steve, who groaned.

“If you can promise to be quick.” Steve responded. 

Eddie and Billy cheered. The stop was not quick, and Steve spent a good fifty dollars on candy and snacks for the group. 

Hey, they were driving for a few hours, anyways.

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[steves6nuggets]

“When’d Steve get so hairy?”

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (female) Reader

Summary: Steve takes Y/N to lover’s lake so they can stargaze together. Steve has an idea to go swimming while no one’s around, the only problem? They didn’t bring bathing suits.

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex (I guess?), fingering, penetrative sex (penis in vagina), praise kink, manhandling, hair pulling, language, dirty talk, consensual unprotected sex, nipple play, brief mention of best friend!eddie, brief mention of best friend!nancy, minors DNI

A/N: firstly, this is my 100th post on this blog - woohoo! secondly, this is the first time I’m posting my own original work online! I really hope you guys enjoy it. I’m sorry for the length… the story just kind of got away from me with this one! and before anyone comments on how ‘unhygienic’ having sex in a lake is, remember that this is a fictional story set in the 80s in Hawkins, Indiana where there were no other large bodies of water for the teens to go swimming in. they definitely didn’t care lol. thank you <3. title from stranger things season 4, ep. 6

Word count: 4k+

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not continue reading. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 years of age or older.

Y/N could tell his arm was starting to go numb beneath the back of her head, and the small stones under her red and black picnic blanket were beginning to poke through into his sides. However uncomfortable the setup was, there was no denying the thought behind it all was incredibly romantic.

Y/N’s boyfriend Steve had asked her to go stargazing with him at Lover’s Lake. At first, she said no. Rain was forecast for the entire week and the sky was completely overcast. Y/N couldn’t imagine a worse time to go looking at stars than tonight.

Unfortunately for Y/N, or perhaps very fortunately – depending on how you chose to look at it, Steve was exceptionally persuasive. Albeit, not very organised.

When Steve first pulled up, Y/N was shocked by the amount of parking spaces available. She had never seen Lover’s Lake this empty before.

As this date was spontaneously planned, Steve hadn’t thought to pack anything to cushion where he and Y/N chose to sit – down by the water’s edge. Luckily, Y/N still had her thin, checked blanket rolled up in the backseat of Steve’s car from their anniversary lunch two weeks ago.

“Am I squishing you?” Y/N asked Steve, turning to look at him.

Her eyes were met by her boyfriend’s side profile, as he stared up into the night sky. Stars were beginning to peek through the breaks in the clouds that slowly rolled by. He hummed in response.

“Did you want me to move?” Y/N suggested, as she lifted her head off Steve’s outstretched arm.

This small movement by Y/N snapped Steve out of his daydream, as he turned his neck to look at her. His big brown eyes narrowed in on her face.

“What? Where are you going?” He asked, as his thick brows knitted themselves together in confusion.

“Nowhere.” Y/N laughed.

“I thought your arm was going numb under my head, so I thought I’d do the polite thing and move it.”

“Oh.” Steve chuckled.

“Yeah, your fat head was crushing me.” He teased, turning to look at his hand.

Steve stretched out his fingers and balled his fists repeatedly to get the blood circulating back into his arm again. Truthfully, he hadn’t even noticed it fall asleep under his girlfriend's head.

“Shut up.” Y/N pouted, pushing at Steve’s chest.

“It’s just heavy from studying. I have the entire biology syllabus up in here, you know?” Y/N said, tapping her forefinger against her temple.

“That wouldn’t shock me. I haven’t seen you for days. All you’ve done lately is study.” Steve said, raising his eyebrows pointedly at Y/N.

“That’s not fair, Steve. You know I have my finals coming up.” Y/N frowned.

“No, what’s not fair is me not being able to see my girlfriend for, what? Almost a week?” Steve said, more like a statement than a question. He knew exactly how long it had been since he last saw Y/N, right down to the second.

Y/N knew Steve was mostly joking, but there was still some truth behind what he was saying – he was hurt.

“Well, I’m here tonight, and that’s what matters. That we’re here together and we have the whole of Lover’s Lake to ourselves!” Y/N said excitedly, trying to lighten the mood again.

“We’re only here right now because I’m the master of persuasion. You didn’t want to come at first.” Steve said.

“And as it turns out, tonight was the perfect night to come because the weather warning kept everyone else away.” He said, smirking at Y/N.

“I’ll admit, tonight is the perfect night to be here crowd-wise, but it’s not exactly the best for stargazing.” Y/N said, pointing up at the clouds that were beginning to roll in again.

Steve sighed, as his gaze followed the point of Y/N’s finger up into the night sky. A single rain drop landed on his forehead.

Steve reached up to wipe the wet spot from his face.

“Is that rain?” Y/N asked.

“Barely.” Steve replied.

“It was a sprinkle at most.” He said.

“Should we start packing up and head home for the night? We can watch a movie at mine.” Y/N suggested, moving to sit upright on the blanket.

“Head home? When we have this whole place to ourselves?” Steve scoffed.

“How likely do you think this is to happen again, Y/N/N?” Steve asked sincerely.

Y/N thought about it for a moment. This was definitely the first time she’d been to Lover’s Lake with Steve and there’d been no one else around. She hadn’t come here before Steve; she had no reason to. But from what her friends Nancy and Eddie had told her, it always seemed to be busy.

“I have an idea.” Steve’s words broke Y/N from her daze.

“And what’s that?” Y/N asked, intrigued by what her boyfriend of six months could possibly suggest.

“We’re at a lake, Y/N/N. Why don’t we swim?” Steve gestured towards the large body of water in front of them.

“Swim?! Steve, it’s going to rain!” Y/N said, poking him gently on the forehead, reminding him of where a raindrop had just landed.

“And?” Steve laughed.

“Either way, we’re going to get wet. Now, would you rather get soaked in your pretty little dress sitting here with me, or… we can jump in that lake and have some fun.” Steve said, smiling mischievously.

Y/N felt her breath hitch in her throat as Steve moved his hand that was once under her head, around to rest on her exposed thigh. She swallowed thickly, darting her eyes from Steve’s face to his hand that was now slowly inching up her leg to the hem of her dress, out to the lake in front of her to steady her heart rate.

The water was calm. Tranquil. Still, besides the few and far between rain drops that were falling from the sky above them. It looked inviting.

“So?” Steve broke Y/N from her thoughts.

“What will it be?” he asked, fiddling with the small frays at Y/N’s dress hem.

“I haven’t got my bathing suit, Steve.” Y/N said lowly, as if she was making sure no one could hear her. Seemingly forgetting that there was no one else around them for miles.

Steve chuckled as he watched Y/N’s cheeks burn red.

“Neither do I.” He said in return, his volume matching Y/N’s but his tone was teasing in nature.

Steve stood up in front of Y/N and kicked his Nike sneakers off to the side of the picnic blanket. He leant over to peel his socks from his feet and stuff them inside his shoes.

“What are you doing?” Y/N sat up quickly, spitting those four words at her boyfriend in a hushed tone.

With his back still facing her, Steve turned his neck to look at Y/N over his shoulder.

“Going for a swim.” He said, giving her a wink.

Steve turned to face back towards the lake and pulled his shirt over his head. He yanked the yellow garment up from behind, knowing that this turned Y/N on.

Y/N’s eyes were burning holes into Steve’s back, taking in every detail. Every mole, every freckle, every scar. She took note at how broad his shoulders were getting and lowered her gaze as soon as Steve bent down to pull off his dark blue jeans in front of her. He turned around to look Y/N in the eyes, in nothing but his underwear. Y/N bit her lip as she began to feel that all-too-familiar sensation pool between her thighs at the sight of him. A feeling she only ever got when she was around Steve.

That’s when she saw it. A light shadow in the middle of her boyfriend’s chest.

“When’d Steve get so hairy?” She thought to herself.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Steve waved his hand in front of his now drooling girlfriend’s face.

“What, sorry?” Y/N cleared her throat, feeling incredibly warm all of a sudden.

Steve laughed. “I asked if you were coming in, or if you were just going to sit there gawking at me all night?”

Y/N felt a raindrop fall on the bridge of her nose. After quickly wiping it away, she realised that her boyfriend was right. She would now either get drenched in her clothes while running back to the car that Steve had parked on the main road, or she could let loose a little and go swimming with him. And with no one else around, who was going to stop her from stripping down to her underwear for a late-night dip in Lover’s Lake?

Without saying a word, Y/N stood up on the picnic blanket and kicked off her shoes just as Steve had done only minutes before. She stuffed her socks into her Mary Janes and took a deep breath. She could feel Steve’s eyes on her, so she looked up to meet them. She reached her hands down in front of her, gripping at the hem of her dress. She slowly pulled it up over her head and dropped it beside her.

All that could be heard in that moment was the dull thud of dainty fabric hitting the red and black blanket beneath her feet. That, and Y/N’s heartbeat in her throat. Both her and Steve were still staring at one another.

Y/N stood in a mismatched set, a pale blue and lacy bralette with black cotton briefs. Steve was the first to break eye contact, having slowly lowered his gaze onto Y/N’s chest. She felt her cheeks turn red again, fighting the urge to cover herself with her arms.

Steve quickly shot his eyes back up to Y/N’s face when he realised that he had been staring at her tits for probably a few seconds too long and gave her a comforting smile. He extended his right arm and opened his hand for her to take. She did, and without saying a word, Steve pulled her body against his. Y/N was shocked at how warm he still was considering he had been in his underwear longer than her. Not to mention it was November in Hawkins and there was an unforgiving chill in the air.

Steve dropped Y/N’s hand and slid his body down hers just a little to wrap his arms around the back of her knees. She felt the tickle of his chest hair against her silky and exposed skin, making her grow wet between her thighs. He picked Y/N up with ease and tossed her over his shoulder, jogging into the water until he was about waist deep. Y/N squealed, kicking her legs in protest, as she knew what was coming next.

“Don’t you dare do it, Harrington!” She warned, hearing him stifle a giggle.

“No, Steve! I don’t even know how cold it is yet. I need time for my body to adjust to the temperature, you might give me a heart att-” And just like that, Y/N was cut off by Steve tossing her into the water in front of him.

Even underwater she could hear the high pitched, maniacal laughter coming from her boyfriend’s mouth.

Emerging from below, Y/N used both hands to push her now drenched hair back off her face. She narrowed her eyes at Steve and inhaled sharply through her nostrils, winding her more dominant hand back in the water to violently splash his face.

“Shit, Y/N! That’s freezing!” Steve yelled, tensely raising his shoulders. He clearly hadn’t braced himself fast enough for the incoming payback that he knew he was bound to receive.

“You think I don’t know that?!” Y/N yelled back, gesturing to her fully wet figure in front of Steve.

It was silent for a moment before they both burst out laughing together.

“Come here.” Steve said lowly, opening his arms for Y/N to swim into.

She did just that, not needing to paddle far. Y/N wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck and her legs around his waist to keep herself steady, while Steve didn’t hesitate to submerge both his arms underwater to hold Y/N up by her ass. He spread his large hands to get a good grip on each cheek and lifted his arms a little to pick Y/N up to sit higher on his waist. He could now feel her crotch directly in line with his dick. The only thing separating the two were the thin layers of undergarments that they were both wearing.

Y/N swallowed thickly as she felt her boyfriend’s semi rut against her crotch under the water. She was surprisingly hot considering the low temperature of the lake; her chest flushed a lovely shade of pink that matched her cheeks perfectly.

Steve moved one hand from Y/N’s ass to the small of her back, pulling her body closer to his. They were now chest to chest, with their noses and foreheads touching. Y/N could feel Steve’s warm breath against her lips, and she instinctively parted her own, as if welcoming him to kiss her at any moment.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Steve whispered, his lips ghosting Y/N’s.

Y/N’s eyes fell hooded at the feeling of her boyfriend’s lips grazing against hers, she was so incredibly turned on by this. All of this. She had never been swimming in public at night, let alone in nothing but her underwear with a boy. And not just any boy, the king of Hawkins High. Steve Harrington. Her boyfriend. She could easily name a million girls that would kill to be in her place right now. But they weren’t. It was her with him. And anyone could catch them right now, which was something that surprisingly excited Y/N.

Y/N nodded in response to Steve’s question, shaking herself from her own thoughts.

“Where do you want me to kiss you?” Steve asked.

“Here?” He began, kissing the left corner of Y/N’s mouth.

“Here?” He said again, kissing the right corner of Y/N’s mouth.

“Or here?” He asked, a little more seductively as he dipped his head to kiss just below Y/N’s jaw.

“Or maybe even here?” He smirked against Y/N’s skin as he kissed just behind her ear, in a spot he knew that drove her crazy.

Y/N let out a soft moan, rolling her head slowly to the side to allow Steve more access to that exact spot.

“There we go.” Steve mumbled into Y/N’s neck.

“Good girl.” He growled, pulling his head away to focus on holding his girlfriend up with one hand, while snaking the other between his and her body.

Knowing where this was going, Y/N locked her ankles around Steve’s waist to help keep herself upright and close to him. She arched her back a little to give her boyfriend room to slide his dominant hand to her throbbing pussy.

Steve moved Y/N’s panties to the side, running his middle finger between her warm slit.

Goosebumps immediately arose on Y/N’s skin, spreading like wildfire up her spine.

Steve flicked his tongue along his bottom lip before trapping it between his front two teeth. He gently ran his finger up and down Y/N’s pussy, teasing the entrance – lightly tracing circles around her tight hole.

“This okay?” Steve mumbled, looking into Y/N’s eyes for confirmation.

All Y/N could do was nod in response, her arousal already taking full control of her body.

Steve placed a gentle kiss on his girlfriend’s lips before dragging his finger back up between her folds and to her clit. He began massaging the sensitive spot, painfully slowly.

Y/N let out another soft moan, rolling her hips forward rhythmically.

“That’s my girl.” Steve cooed, applying more pressure to Y/N’s clit.

Steve loved to watch how Y/N’s body reacted to each of his movements. The way certain hairs on her body would stand when he kissed a particular spot, or the way she would scrunch her nose when he licked between her breasts.

But what Steve loved most was the way Y/N’s hips moved involuntarily when he fingered her. He stopped rubbing Y/N’s clit momentarily to readjust her on his waist, lifting his girlfriend a little higher for better access. His fingers meeting her now aching pussy again, but this time, back at its entrance.

“S-stop teasing…” Y/N managed to say, but it sounded so pathetic coming from her mouth. Steve couldn’t take her seriously.

“Try again, baby.” Steve said, as he pulled his finger just far enough away that Y/N could no longer feel it, but she still knew it was close.

Y/N rocked her hips against nothing but the gentle waves she herself was creating by moving, trying to reach Steve’s touch that was so cruelly taken away from her.

“Stop teasing.” She said again, and this time it was serious.

Steve smirked. Truthfully, he didn’t want to tease Y/N either. So, without hesitation, Steve inserted his finger into his girlfriend’s beckoning hole.

Y/N let out a guttural moan, one that not only shocked Steve, but herself. Her cheeks burned red, and Steve noticed.

“Do that again.” He said.

“W-what?” Y/N stuttered, shyly.

“Do. That. Again.” Steve wasn’t asking, he was instructing Y/N.

Y/N gulped. She didn’t have to be told a third time. Steve inserted another finger so that both his middle and ring finger were inside his girlfriend’s tight pussy hole. He started to move them in and out slowly, letting Y/N adjust before he picked up the pace. Y/N began rolling her hips to match Steve’s speed, and with that, she let out another raspy moan.

Steve finger fucked Y/N as she eagerly humped his hand, unable to help herself. His thumb coming up to massage his girlfriend’s clit at the same time his fingers worked her. He began moving his fingers inside her in a ‘come here’ motion, and when he felt Y/N’s body start to convulse against his, he knew she was ready to come undone.

Steve held Y/N’s back tightly. His nails dug in slightly to keep his firm grip on her, leaving little crescent moon shaped indents on her soft skin’s surface. Y/N entwined her fingers with the tight curls that formed at the nape of her boyfriend’s neck from sweat, tugging gently.

Steve decided to take this opportunity to remove his fingers from Y/N’s hole and pull his underwear down to his mid-thighs, freeing his hard-on beneath the water. Neither of them could see how much pre-cum was leaking from it, but boy, could Steve feel it. He took his dick and lined it up with Y/N’s entrance, pushing her panties to the side again.

“Ready, princess?” He asked, gently nipping at Y/N’s collarbones.

Before saying anything, Y/N tightened her thighs around Steve’s waist and removed her arms from around his neck, pulling the straps from her bralette down her arms. She didn’t know where she acquired this newfound confidence. Maybe it was the thrill of being seen catching up with her again. If anyone were to spot them now, she may as well give them a proper show, right?

Once her arms were fully free from the straps, Y/N’s bralette fell at her waist, still clasped tight at the back so she didn’t lose it in the lake. Her tits spilled out over the band of her bra, nipples immediately hardening. This was likely due to a mixture of both arousal and the cold air.

“Ready.” Y/N said.

Steve’s eyes fell to his girlfriend’s breasts. Full and perky, he leant down to take one of her hardened nipples in his mouth. Sucking and licking, he took it between his teeth and pulled back gently. Y/N whimpered at the sensation this was causing not only to her nipples, but her pussy too. She began to start humping at nothing again, desperate to feel Steve’s cock inside of her. Barely grazing the tip, Steve shuddered and let out a low moan of his own.

Steve swallowed thickly as he slowly pushed himself inside of Y/N. Pushing until he had filled her up entirely with his cock. There, he just held it for a moment. Feeling it throb inside of her as her walls tightened and released around him almost in sync.

Y/N wrapped her arms back around Steve’s neck, running both hands through his hair, grabbing handfuls to tug at.

“F-fuck…” Steve barely managed to say, pussy drunk by just how good Y/N felt around him.

“Fuck!” Y/N cried out in response.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” Steve said, as he finally started moving inside Y/N.

Those words set her body alight. Y/N loved when Steve praised her.

She began to ride Steve’s cock beneath the water, pushing her tits against his chest. Letting out a loud moan while revelling in the moment, Y/N’s thighs trembled as she tried her best to hold herself up.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.” Steve said, moving his hands so they were now both firmly grasping Y/N’s ass. One hand on each cheek, Steve squeezed his girlfriend’s perfect butt before he began moving her hips.

The pressure of the water made it hard for Steve to go as fast as he wanted. Although it was cold, beads of sweat formed along his hairline as he moved Y/N up and down on his cock.

Y/N lurched forward at this new sensation, pulling Steve’s hair as her chest rose and fell against his.

The light rain drops that both Y/N and Steve had managed to mostly dodge during this time had now built up to become a pouring rainfall. Y/N turned her head towards the water’s edge to see hers and Steve’s clothes getting drenched, along with the picnic blanket. Steve forcefully grabbed Y/N by her jaw, turning her head back to face him again. His usual kind, honey-coloured eyes now dark and filled with lust.

“Look at me while I fuck you.” Steve said, more like a command than anything else.

Y/N swallowed hard as she panted in Steve’s face, she was breathless, and her eyes welled with tears.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Steve asked.

Y/N nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Be a good girl and cum for me then.” Steve said, leaning his head down just to lick back up again between Y/N’s breasts.

Y/N let out a whimper. Those words were enough to send her over the edge. Steve’s hand still cupping her jaw like a vice, holding her head in place so that he would have the perfect view of her face when she fell apart.

“Oh shit,” was all Y/N could manage to choke out as the waves of pleasure finally crashed through her body. Her entire body shook and convulsed, her pussy and thighs clenching around her boyfriend’s dick and waist. Her eyes looked pleadingly at Steve, her mouth open, jaw slack, with nothing but soft moans quietly escaping her lips.

With that sight unfolding right there in front of him, it didn’t take Steve long to reach his high as well. His eyes screwed shut as his hips stuttered. Steve’s cock twitched inside of his girlfriend’s pussy as he moaned, feeling his warmth flood inside of her.

Steve’s pace might have slowed down, but he was still lazily thrusting into Y/N as the two of them came down from their high. After a few minutes, Y/N unwrapped herself from Steve’s waist and he removed himself from inside her.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Y/N/N.” Steve said, placing a kiss on his girlfriend’s forehead.

A comfortable silence fell upon the couple, as Y/N submerged herself shoulder deep in Lover’s Lake, pulling her bralette straps back on while Steve pulled up his underwear.

The pair ran as fast as they could in water back to the lake’s edge, grabbing their clothes and balling them up against their chests. With no time to get re-dressed in the pouring rain, they ran back to the main road in their underwear. Jumping in Steve’s car and locking the doors, the young couple laughed breathlessly as rain pelted on the BMW’s roof.

“Now, you still down for that movie?” Steve asked, grinning at Y/N.

Y/N beamed at Steve, biting her bottom lip. “Of course.”

“Good.” He said, leaning over to the passenger side to land a kiss on Y/N’s cheek.

“Let’s go.”

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this piece of writing by me! if you did, please make sure to leave a like or reblog. I am hoping to do some more writing soon. they probably won’t all be as long as this one though lol. sorry again. please don’t hesitate to send me requests if you have any! I’m only planning to write for Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler so far (sorry if your fav isn’t mentioned) <3

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handwritten wounds.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

word count: 3k

request from @scoopsahoyharrington: Can I request a Steve Harrington x reader fic that’s a soulmate AU where you can see the red string of fate when you close your eyes that will lead you to your soulmate or soulmates can write of their skin and it shows up on the others arm?

notes: i love soulmate aus sm, they’re some of my favorite things to write. so this one is set a bit of a mix of canon and pre canon / canon divergent timeline as well, a little time jumps here and there. for now, no s4 spoilers as it’s a bit more canon divergent than the actual timeline of the show, but everything else is explained in the fic. 

stranger things tag list: tba ! ( i’ve refreshed my tag lists. if you want to be added, please send me a message ! )

Soulmates. It was a term that you learned as soon as you could comprehend language. The word had been ingrained in your memory as soon as humanly possible. From what you understood, you could communicate with your soulmate on your skin. 

Were you supposed to write to them first? How did you start that conversation? You’d been thinking about it more and more, about actually striking up a conversation with your soulmate. You felt almost bad, you were a doodle on your skin while bored kind of person, and your doodles weren’t always great ( mostly scribbles or stars or half finished flowers ) so whoever they were they’d be walking around with those marks too. 

It didn’t help that your soulmate seemed to be writing answers to their tests on their skin. You’d wind up with homework due in english or math test tomorrow on your hands as early as fifth grade. 

By seventh grade, you almost thought your soulmate had forgotten that you existed. Then again, maybe they thought you forgot about them too. Neither of you were actively communicating with each other, but you could still tell there were marks on your arms. So, you decided to finally say something directly one afternoon. In the midst of what seemed to be your soulmate studying ( there were marks on your wrist for equations ) you took the pen you’d been using for homework and decided to write. 

Do you really need to study on your arm or can you use a piece of paper? 

You didn’t know what to expect, but the fact that there was no response bothered you. You wanted to pretend like it didn’t, but it definitely did. 

Though, the study notes seemed to stop too. Which you were a bit thankful for, though you missed seeing the writing on your arms every day. It was kind of a sad moment, because you wished maybe your soulmate had said something back to you. But instead, there had just been no response and instead they’d totally just not responded.  

You’d almost given up hope for hearing a response to anything when you finally saw a note from your soulmate, and it was directed at you. 

Were my notes really that annoying? Or is it just my handwriting? 

You looked down at your arm and smiled. Finally, you thought. It was about time to hear back from your soulmate, thinking you’d blown it all. A laugh fell as you looked at your hand, as a preteen, you felt yourself feeling all sorts of emotions just by having a simple communication with your soulmate. 

It’s distracting, I’m not about to be accused of cheating. How can I explain that my soulmate is the one writing those things? 

You and your soulmate had begun talking by then. You learned many things about each other. He, you had learned that he was a boy but you had both not yet told each other your names, played basketball and lived in a small town in Indiana. 

You had said it was unfortunate that he lived in Indiana, as you lived one state over in Illinois. Or maybe that was fate trying to give you something to work for. 

You spoke every few days, it was enough that you knew about each others lives but it wasn’t like you could learn that much over short messages. 

However, you both promised not to tell each other names until you were ready to meet for real. It was more interesting that way. Though you wondered what his name was, especially as time went on. 

Once the two of you were in high school, things seemed to be different. No longer did you write notes to each other frequently--still, you talked, but it was sporadic at best. It was like he didn’t have time for his soulmate any longer. 

Instead, the most you saw were once again the scrawled notes from studying and tests coming up. But also a few notes that looked like they were written by somebody else. 

You couldn’t dare ask about who it was, but one day you got the news.

Sorry, I have a girlfriend. 

You could feel your heart break. Your heart was breaking for a boy you didn’t even know his name, and yet it was breaking all the same. It was difficult to explain. But you had to write back to him, to let him know that it was alright. Because, it should be alright, right? You weren’t able to think of words for a long time. Finally, you figured out how to reply. 

That’s good. I’m happy for you. 

And you meant that in the loosest of terms, that you wanted him to be happy. 

After that, your conversations stopped. You could tell that he, whoever he was, was trying to keep himself from writing on his arms when he took to studying. One of the worst parts of it all was the way he would be writing on his own skin, how it would appear on yours, and then suddenly a quickly scrawled apology would appear. 

You tried to follow suit, doodle less. But it was an absentminded motion that happened when you weren’t thinking. Did he mind? He never wrote back when you were doodling, so what did that say about your relationship with your soulmate?

It was just after graduation when you left your city for the first time. You’d gotten a job at a small paper in a state over. It was a photography gig, a bit of fact checking, sort of internship. But it was all kind of interesting. 

You hadn’t heard from your soulmate in some time. You wanted to reach out to him, to talk to him about graduation and ask about his life. But what if he hadn’t reached out for some specific reason? Like he was still with his girlfriend or if everything wasn’t going well.

You knew he was alive. He marked up his arms every so often with notes during finals time, and you had written a small good luck message on your arm just in case he needed it. 

He wrote you back a small, you too. But that was the last time you’d heard from him. 

Your first day of the job, you met this couple who was around your age--Nancy and Jonathan. She was an aspiring writer and he was a photographer. You didn’t know what you wanted to do just yet, but you had wanted to see what life was like outside of the place you’d grown up. 

Something about what you said made their faces turn, like they were hiding something from you. But you didn’t dare ask about it. It did make you interested in everything about the small town, though. 

One minute you’re hanging out with Jonathan and Nancy trying to help them work on a story and the next, somehow, you’re dealing with monsters and otherworldly creatures and things that don’t seem real. 

Yet they’d just been chasing you through the hallway of a hospital, so that was pretty real. You couldn’t fight with everything you had just witnessed. 

Once you got to the store with everyone, while you were all trying to help get El back to her feet, you were looking for a pen or a marker or anything to write on your arm. 

“What are you doing right now, Y/N?” Lucas asked, turning to you as he walked down the aisles with you and Max. 

“I’m trying to find a pen.” You replied, as if it was an obvious answer. 

“But...why?” he repeated his question.

“’Cause of something on my mind.” You answered, finally finding a pen and uncapping it before turning to look at the two of them. “Any other questions or is that it?” 

Lucas and Max shrugged at you, continuing down the aisles and left you to write a message on your arm. You hadn’t planned on this right then. You’d hoped that it would come one day after talking for a long time to your soulmate. But you’d really just figured out that life was too damn short to wait for that perfect moment. 

Hawkins, Indiana. I want to meet you. Please don’t tell me it’s too late. 

And yet, you got no response. But it could be a while before the answer comes, you have to remind yourself. So you focus on everything else going on, trying to put it all out of your mind. The mark of your own handwriting still the only note on your skin whenever you notice it. 

You’re at the mall with everyone, focusing on what was happening and not even remembering what you wrote on your arm until later that night when everything is over and you’re sitting by one of the ambulances with the younger kids. 

El is the one who points out the mark on your arm. 

What a coincidence, I’m in Hawkins too. 

When Jonathan and his family moved, you were somehow part of the going away party. Having been inducted into the whole friend group during the events of the summer. It was nice to think that this was a place you could have made friends. 

“So, is this a going away for Y/N too, she’s going back at the end of the summer right?” Will asked, turning to look at you when you were all standing at the car and the moving truck saying a final goodbye. 

You shrugged your shoulders as you looked at everyone, “Well, I don’t think I’ll be working at the Post, given what happened this summer. But I might want to stick around a bit. I don’t know how I could...go back home after all of that.” 

“It’s hard to say goodbye to this place.” Joyce said softly, looking around at everyone. 

“But, it’s not forever.” Jonathan added quickly, giving Nancy’s hands a soft squeeze as he looked at his girlfriend. 

“We can make a plan.” Joyce nodded her head. “Breaks for school and everything. We’ll talk about it once we settle in.” She said it so simply, like it was the truth. Like she promised it and meant it all. 

Saying goodbye to people you’d just met, people you became friends with so quickly was difficult. But it was hard to do it still. You didn’t know what to do. Your internship was up at the end of the summer, but you didn’t want to say goodbye to this town. To these people.

To the fact that your soulmate was among the people in this town. You just hadn’t met him yet. 

Or maybe you had. 

You never left Hawkins after that day, not for good anyway. But you still hadn’t met your soulmate. 

Somehow you managed to convince the Hawkins Post to give you a full time job--you still didn’t know what you wanted to do with everything in life, but you wanted to stay here and this was one of the better ways to do it. Plus they, unfortunately, had some openings with staff moving around after deaths and disappearances over the summer. 

You were, however, talking to your soulmate a lot. 

How is it that you’ve been in Hawkins since the summer and we haven’t met yet? 

You laughed at the comment on your arm as you were in the office and shook your head. Been busy, only just moved into my place. You can blame that.

I think you’re just hiding from me! Or maybe you don’t exist. 

If I didn’t exist, who’s been doodling all those horrible flowers on your arms all these years? 

Hey! Don’t say that. I love those flowers. 

When we meet, I’ll make sure to do one in person. 

You spoke a dozen times like this, but still, you hadn’t met him in person. Maybe it was just bad luck. Maybe it was fear that was keeping you from meeting him and setting a real time to meet up. But it was all difficult. 

When will that be?

It was like he was reading your mind. 

Soon. 

You promised. 

You walked into Family Video that night expecting to see Robin behind the counter, because she’d told you she’d be working. That she had some movie picked out that you just had to see. That you would love. But instead, when you walked into the store you saw Steve and Steve alone behind the counter. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Steve said, looking up at you when he heard the noise of the door opening. 

“Hey Steve. Robin here? She said she had some video she wanted me to see?” You said, walking up to the counter and leaning on it, peering around as you did to see if you could spot your other friend. 

Steve shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, “She’s on break, I think. You can hang out for a bit if you want. I’m not sure what she wanted you to get.” 

“Alright.” You nodded your head and looked around the shop, tapping your hand on the counter and looking over at him. “So is there a place I can hang out or should I just stand here?” 

Steve nodded, gesturing for you to join him behind the counter. “Come on back, I guess.” 

“Thanks.” You took a seat on the stool behind the counter and turned to look at Steve, facing him. Of all the people in Hawkins, you hadn’t spoken to him as much as everyone else. You wondered why that was. “So, how are you doing?” 

“You mean after this summer?” Steve asked, his voice softer as he turned to look at you while he continued working. “Fine, I guess. Not every day you’re taken into a Russian bunker and given truth serum.” 

You shrugged your shoulders, “Yeah, I don’t think many people can say they’ve seen what we have. It’s hard to open up to people without thinking about keeping that part a secret.” 

“It’s definitely hard.” You commented, pulling a pen from your purse--you always kept one on you at all times just in case you needed to either take notes or wanted to talk to your soulmate--and began doodling a small flower on your wrist. “I think about, like, one day meeting someone and having to explain all of this.” 

Steve wasn’t really paying much attention to the motions you were doing, because he was busy making sure tapes were getting rewound properly. But he nodded his head. “Right? At least we’ve got everyone to talk to. Our friends, I mean.” 

Nodding you replied, “Yeah, but say one day we meet...I don’t know, our soulmates, or whatever. How do you plan on explaining all of this to them?” 

“I’d have to meet her first.” Steve said, shrugging his shoulders as he turned back to glance at you. “Have you met your soulmate?”

You shook your head, “Not yet, but I’ve been told he lives here in Hawkins. So maybe I’ll meet him soon.” You put the pen back in your purse and dropped your hands down to your side. Not really looking for anything, you looked around and that’s when you saw it. 

Steve’s wrist, there was something on it, under the sweater he was wearing. 

“Speaking of soulmates, I think you’ve got a note from yours.” you pointed out, gesturing toward his wrist with a small smile and a nod of your head. 

Steve tugged his sleeve up and you watched as he did, but turned your gaze up to look at his face. He lit up at whatever was on his wrist. You hoped that wherever your soulmate was, he looked just as happy whenever he got a message from you. 

“What’s she saying?” you asked softly, hoping you weren’t disturbing the moment for him. But you were curious. 

“Just a doodle.” Steve answered, showing you his wrist and speaking. “She does that sometimes. But they just remind me that she’s real. That she’s out there, y’know?” 

That’s when you saw it. The small flower you’d been doodling just then. 

“Steve.” you couldn’t think of whatever else to say, trailing off after that, still staring at the flower on his wrist. 

He glanced up at you, having only been looking at the flower on his wrist and looked a bit confused, “Yeah?” 

All you could do, was hold up your wrist for him. Because what words could you even find in that moment to say anything right. What if you messed up, or said the wrong thing. Or what if he was upset by it all. It just seemed too real. Too surreal. 

You both looked at each other, at the matching marks on your wrists right then and then back at your gaze. 

A smile broke out on his face and on yours as well. You didn’t know what to do, but Steve moved closer to you and you moved closer to him. Neither of you spoke right away until you were standing close enough to touch. 

You spoke first, “So, are you happy I finally made it to your small town?”

“I’m glad you didn’t leave it when you had the chance.” Steve replied. 

“Without meeting the soulmate I’ve been talking to since seventh grade?” You laughed softly, shaking your head and looking at him. “Like that was really going to happen.” 

“I can’t believe I’ve known you all these months and I didn’t know.” Steve said quietly, looking at you with a smile. 

“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t know either. But I’m glad it’s you.” 

“Yeah?” 

You nodded your head, and then before giving you a chance to answer, Steve kissed you softly. And it was everything you’d ever thought it would be, kissing your soulmate for the first time. It was the best first kiss you could have thought. You dreamed of it off and on since you were in the seventh grade, and this was real. It was someone you knew and trusted. And the best part? You really liked him too. 

Neither of you noticed the door opening, Robin walking back in and laughing, “I knew it. Soulmates.”

#steve harrington x reader #reader x steve harrington #steve harrington x you #soulmate au #stranger things x reader

[bakerstreethound]

Floral Yet Woodsy

Kinktober: Shower Sex

Relationship: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, shower sex (please be safe), slight praising, and Steve’s puppy dog eyes

Summary: The university work for the past few weeks has been making your muscles achy and tense so you decide to take a nice hot shower, only for Steve to try to interrupt your plans, apologizing profusely for not getting you more shampoo. What he doesn’t know however, is you’d planned to tease him for a bit before letting him join you.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1.4k+

A/N: I think this may be my first time writing Steve Harrington by himself without only thinking up scenarios with him that never made it out of my brain to here. Needless to say, I’m dedicating this fic to @frostandflamesfanfic because I’ve been teasing El with snippets of this and I hope the finished product is worth the wait. This wasn’t beta read so there may be errors. Reposting cause it flopped the first time. 

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“Babeee. Come onnn I brought more shampoo. I’m sorry I only meant I needed to get more shampoo and it’s not your fault you used it all up!”

You continued to ignore Steve’s unabashed protests and smirked to yourself as you wrapped yourself in a towel, looking forward to the luxurious hot shower you so desperately needed. Midterms were killing you already and your shoulders screamed in agony each time you moved. Plus, it didn’t help the teachers were dead set on killing all your joints before the semester ended.

You were very much tempted to let him in, but you decided to give it a while longer, his shadow still noticeable from under the door as he paced back and forth.

The poor thing didn’t know in fact you wanted him in there with him, alas he would distract you from your much-needed shower, peppering your neck, then your lips with desperate kisses, your bodies ending up tangled on the floor. The shower would be long forgotten by then.

You’d learned from experience.

You knew how convincing he could be with those damn puppy eyes.

“Please, shit…I am so sorry okay.” He ran his finger through his hair frantically, deciding to jiggle the doorknob of your bedroom door, which in fact didn’t bust open despite him thinking it would. He groaned in protest, crossing his legs, his head falling back against your door, sighing in defeat.

“Okay…I get it, you’re obviously still mad about the shampoo!”

“No Steve, this isn’t about the shampoo, you’re much too distracting especially when I’m showering,” you answered, hoping to bring him out of his misery for a moment. He’d been begging long enough and damn, did you love the sound.

“Babe! Please…” he scrambled up from the floor, about to knock on the door again before you open it, causing him to stumble into your arms.

“Careful Steve could’ve been collateral damage-” His lips capture yours before you can spit out a retort, his hands resting on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

He looks down at you, tilting your chin up with a finger, those puppy eyes gazing at you. “So this wasn’t about the damn shampoo?”

“Steve, let it go…why would I ever be a bitch about shampoo? I love it when you beg is all…”

“I see, babe.” His playful eyes darken a fraction, noticing your towel and how flimsy it is over your form. “You still haven’t showered.”

“Brilliant observation Harrington. Perhaps you’d like to join me? "

He smirks, backing you into the bathroom without hesitation, and your arms wrap around him, desperately tugging at the damned polo of his as you kiss the side of his neck, a soft groan escaping from his lips.

You shiver in delight pinning him to the now closed bathroom door, his eyes widening, a smirk still present on his lips.

“Well?”

“Better strip Harrington, that’s how this goes,” you smile to yourself before discarding your towel on the floor, Steve swallowing thickly as you pull away the curtain to turn on the hot water. His stare is searing, burning into your skin causing goosebumps to litter your skin for a moment.

You hold back a shudder, instead stepping into the warmth of the water and you let out a soft moan. In an instant, the shower curtain is pulled back, Steve’s hands pinning your hips to the wall as he steps into the cascading water, his other hand pulling back the shower curtain to keep you concealed in the warmth.

“Babe, you can’t be making those noises you’re driving me crazy.” His lips press against yours fervently, desperate to seek out your touch. Your fingers tug his beautiful strands of hair getting soaked by the moment, savoring his nearness and the warmth. You pull away for a fraction, somehow managing to get your bar of soap and handing it to him.

“Could you get my back for me?” He takes the bar, making it sudsy between his palms before carefully and articulately rubbing it along your back, ensuring not to miss a single spot. He can’t help but massage your shoulders in the process and you tilt your head back into him.

“That feels so good, your hands are amazing, Steve.” His hands wander lower. “Yes just like that.” You keep encouraging him, wanting more of him and the touches he bestows.

Next, his hands find your waist again as he sets the bar of soap down, pulling you in for yet another kiss that only leads to more touches and your hand barely brushes up against him and you can’t help but smirk, tugging his hair roughly as you barely grind against him. Your quest to use his shampoo is all but forgotten now, the floral yet woody sent barely hitting your nose, even now.

His fingers card roughly in your hair, gasping and nipping your neck, causing you to shiver, already slick with the combination of yourself mingled with the water. Plus those pleading eyes of desperation from Steve make you see stars already, when his gaze never leaves you his fingers teasing your folds, and you arch into him, wrapping your arms around him to ground yourself to the wall too slippery with water.

The logic in your brain tells you this is a horrible idea you’ll likely slip fall, crack your skull open, but it is more overshadowed by thoughts of Steve. Steve whose eyes are blown wide in ecstasy as he works his way inside you, the way your body arches into him groaning in relief at the stretch he provides.

“Fuck babe, you take me so well.”

And what bliss it is the teasing of his fingers nothing compared to the feeling of him inside you and when he moved, your clenched around him moaning softly in his ear, tugging at the strands on the nape of his neck.

“Yes Steve, hell just like that please.”

Encouraged by your praise, he doesn’t hesitate to keep kissing you, trying to ensure you’re steady, praying he doesn’t stumble and fall as well.

Maybe this was the wrong decision, he thinks to himself, but watching you before him, riding the waves of your pleasure clenching around him just right, he knew he was doing something right for once in his life.

He doesn't stop continuing to drive you to the precipice of pleasure and you break with a shout and he follows quickly after, still holding you steady, peppering your neck with gentle kisses not wanting to overwhelm you too much in the aftermath.

You suck in some much needed air, the steam from the shower mingling with the heady smell of sex and you swear you’re swimming on the edge of euphoria, your legs like jelly and Steve is the one keeping you grounded to it all.

Beautiful heartbreakingly gorgeous Steve is all yours and you kiss him back and without hesitation, he brushes away a stray lock of hair from your forehead before easing himself out of you, groaning softly to himself.

He hates the feeling, the aftermath for he feels incomplete without you. Still, he turns the water off, holding his hand out to you and carefully guides you out of the shower. Your legs are still a bit wobbly as he carefully wraps you up in your towel.

“Are you alright?” He asks when you open the door and sit on the edge of the bed, forcing back a yawn. His eyes light in concern when you don’t answer and he stands in front of you, cupping your face.

“Babe…did I go too far? You can tell me anything, I swear.”

“Not at all Steve, that was…unexpected and really good. I’m sorry you thought I was mad about shampoo, really.” You press a kiss to his cheek, gazing at him warmly. “ All I ever do is steal yours. It’s comforting, reminds me I’m yours and you’re my home.”

He settles in bed next to you and pulls back the covers so you can get more comfortable with him. He doesn’t bother with any clothes either, too exhausted to do anything but hold you close, your head resting on his shoulder as he gently strokes your side, mulling over your declaration.

“You’re my home too babe. Please don’t lock me out of the damn bathroom again. What if I had to pee?”

You laugh, pecking his lips for good measure. “Please, Harrington, you wouldn’t have begged like that if you had to pee, you couldn’t help the thought of seeing me naked.”

“You’re naked right now,” he points out, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“And I only wanted to hear you beg more, plead my name until it’s the only word you can think about..,but perhaps that’ll be for another time.” You grin, cuddling up against him more, your body relaxed, inhaling his floral yet woodsy scent.

“Keep dreaming babe, keep dreaming,” he murmurs.

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[imagines-all-day-everyday]

princess of darkness | series masterlist

pairing: eddie munson x reader

series status: discontinued

when eddie ends up in the upside down, the last person he expects to be saved by is the editor of the hawkins high paper, captain of the volleyball team, future valedictorian, all round hawkins sweetheart and.... metal head?

chapter one: bat outta hell

chapter two: risky business

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[loveronlineee]

The Little Things Part 1 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist  All Parts

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Swearing

Synopsis: Y/N is surprised when her classmate Eddie takes interest in her nail art stall. Did he really want his nails done or did he want something more?

Y/N notes: shorter than Eddie

Wanna be on the Eddie Munson tag list? Look here!

Wanna request something? Look here!

The school really didn’t do fundraisers enough. Especially considering the amount of shit that goes down in Hawkins. So when they finally announced that they were going to be raising money for the families that lost someone in the Starcourt Mall fire, Y/N was ready.

Students started getting in small groups to plan what activity they would do. Selling cookies and cupcakes, raffle tickets, face painting. Y/N decided on something a little different. She had always gotten compliments on her nails. She liked making simple patterns, adding gemstones or nail stickers. The girls in her classes were very excited when Y/N told them she was doing a nail art stall.

The day had been going well. Y/N had a constant line at her stall as the girls, and some guys lined up. It was getting near the end of the day when Eddie Munson sat down opposite her. The last in the line.

“Eddie?” Y/N said confused.

“Yeah.”

“You want me to do your nails?” Eddie smirked.

“Yeah.” He dropped his change into the charity bucket on the side of the table. Y/N was pleasantly surprised. Most students had a strong dislike of Eddie. He was weird and loud. But there was something about the guy’s energy that kept drawing Y/N in.

They had a couple classes together. In fact they sat next to each other in one of them which meant they had small conversations a couple times a week.

Over the year, Y/N had found that Eddie was quite different to the perception people had of him. For one, he was not scary at all. In fact he was quite jumpy. Y/N had lost count of the amount of times she had lightly tapped him on the shoulder and he had jumped out of his skin. It made her giggle every time.

“Jeez L/N you tryna kill me?”

“I just wanted to borrow your eraser.”

He was full of positive energy. It radiated off him in waves and infected the people around him. Yeah sometimes he took it a step too far but that was never his intention.

In reality, he was just a happy go lucky dork.

“You got a color in mind?” Y/N asked, organising the bottles. Eddie shrugged.

“I’ll let you chose. Go crazy, the fate of my nails are in your hands!” He said dramatically. Y/N chuckled.

“Okay then.” She picked up a pink bottle and began looking through her flowery stickers. The guys who had got their nails done as a joke all picked this stuff. Y/N looked back at Eddie’s hands. She noted the rings he wore. She then noticed he was wearing his club shirt. The logo contained a flaming sword and a flail.

Then Y/N got an idea. Her eyes widened in excitement and she put down the pink bottle and began sifting through the stuff she kept under the table.

“What’s with the sparkle in your eyes L/N? Should I be worried?” Eddie asked with a smile. Y/N pulled out a new pack of nail stickers and smiled back at him.

“Oh you’re gonna love it.” Eddie smiled wider. He loved her passion. He had noticed that Y/N loved organising little things. Her class notes were always neat and color coded. Her make up was simple but always looked good. Her locker had pictures of her friends and doodles arranged in the inside of the door. Whatever she had planned, he knew it was gonna be good.

After cleaning up his cuticles and adding a base, Y/N took a black nail polish and began painting over each nail. She placed her other hand underneath Eddie’s to steady him. Her hand moved more and more under his as she continued.

“You sure you’re not just doing this so you get to hold guys’ hands?” Eddie joked.

“How dare you think I have an ulterior motive Edward.” Y/N joked back. “How do I know you didn’t come here just so I would hold your hand?” Eddie didn’t reply, because she was completely correct. Well that and he just wanted an excuse to talk to her more. You can only say so much during a class where you’re supposed to be quiet. “Besides, I don’t need to trick a guy into holding my hand.”

“True. Very true.” Eddie agreed. He knew Y/N was quite popular. He often saw her hanging out with the athletes and the cheerleaders, many of which seemed interested in her. Yet she remained single, which kept Eddie hopeful.

Y/N finished with the black and began to open the new pack of nail stickers. Eddie watched as she looked through them all and picked out two. She smiled and showed them. A sword and a flail.

“How’d you feel about a Hellfire theme?”

“That is awesome.” Y/N beamed and began peeling the sword. She went to put it on his ring finger but at the last second changed to his middle finger. Eddie quirked an eyebrow.

“I remember how much you like flipping people off. It’ll be more impactful this way. Don’tcha think?” Eddie chuckled.

“You think of everything don’t you L/N?” Y/N shrugged.

“I try.” Y/N finished it off with some flames on the sword and a tiny red gemstone on each pinky finger. “Okay I think you’re done!”

Eddie lifted up his hands and admired the artwork.

“Y/N L/N you are a genius.” Y/N giggled.

“Y/N!” Jason had jogged over to her table. He glared at Eddie. “You okay?”

“Yeah Jason I’m fine thanks.”

“This punk giving you any trouble?”

“No Jason. I’m fine.” Y/N repeated, slightly annoyed.

“I’m on my best behaviour.” Eddie put his hands up innocently. “Y/N was just doing my nails. I think these ones are my favourite, don’t you agree?” He put his middle fingers in Jason’s face. Y/N tried to hide her laughter but to no avail. Jason looked at her shocked.

“Y/N!”

“Oh come on that was funny.” Y/N admitted. Eddie beamed. He loved when he could make her laugh. Jason huffed and walked away. “You gotta stop provoking him though.”

“I’ll stop when he stops.” Eddie stated. Y/N nodded.

“Fair enough.” She stood up. “Well looks like you’re my last customer.” Eddie stood up too.

“Need a hand packing?”

“Uh yeah actually- oh wait isn’t your club starting soon?” Eddie shrugged.

“I can be late. You’re more important.” The two began putting away all of the nail stuff in a box.

“Wow I must be pretty damn important then cause I know how much you love your club.” Y/N chuckled.

“Yeah well you’re one of the only people outside of Hellfire that’ll give me the time of day so…” Y/N stopped.

“I’m sorry. That must suck.” Eddie shrugged.

“You get used to it.”

“Yeah well I wish you didn’t have to get used to it.”

“…thanks.” Y/N picked up the box.

“Do you think you could take the bucket? I gotta drop it off in our math classroom.”

“Yeah sure.”

The pair walked down the hallway to the classroom. Y/N noted the other students giving her weird looks. “Like I said, you get used to it.” Eddie said. “But don’t commit social suicide just for me. It’s not worth it.” He brushed off, putting the bucket down next to the others in the room.

“Social suicide?” Y/N repeated as they head to the exit and out into the parking lot.

“Yeah it’s not worth it.”

“You mean… you’re not worth it?” Eddie paused before answering.

“Yeah.”

“Well I think that decision’s up to me.” Y/N stated. Eddie stopped in the middle of the parking lot. Y/N turned back around. She could see the surprise on his face. “What? You not gonna walk me to my car?” Eddie smiled and jogged to catch up.

He watched as she put her box of nail stuff in her back seat and closed the door. “Thanks for helping me.” She said as she walked to stand in front of him.

“No problem. Anytime.” Y/N looked up and smiled. He smiled back but narrowed his eyes. “What idea is your brain cooking up now L/N?”

“You ever tried eyeliner?”

“What?”

“Eyeliner. On your waterline.” Y/N pointed to her own on her face. “I think it’ll match your whole look.” Eddie smiled.

“You think?” Y/N reached up and pushed Eddie’s hair out his face.

“Yeah.” The pair heard a noise and turned to see some people coming out of the school. They were whispering and giving them dirty looks.

“See?” Eddie sighed. “You don’t wanna be seen with me. Not outside classes.” He took Y/N’s hands and lowered them down from his face.

“Again, Eddie. That’s up to me.” She leaned up and pecked him on the cheek. “I’ll see ya tomorrow yeah? I’ll bring my eyeliner.” She gave him a wink and got in her car.

Eddie watched as she drove away, frozen in place until she was out of site. He placed a hand on his chest and an arm stretched out to where Y/N has gone.

“Oh L/N you are full of surprises.” He walked back into school with a skip in his step.

He couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow.

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Satisfied

PAIRING: Prince!Steve Harrington x Reader WC: 3k CW: Minors do not interact!! No use of y/n, very few uses of feminine pronouns, I believe that it is fairly gender neutral. Reader wears makeup, and a pink puffy outfit also called maid of honour. (Please kindly correct me if I'm wrong.) Angst, heartbreak, mentions sadness, cheating if you squint. SUMMARY: It's time to celebrate your sister's wedding! What a wonderful celebration you'll have... if only you were the bride. Based on Hamilton's song Satisfied AUTHOR NOTES: Here is my first ever fic based off of a song, so please be gentle with me! This is a total labour of love and I hope you all enjoy it. @entermxnson I love you, thank you so much for the support and always reading my work it means a lot. @reidsbtch thank you for reading it for me and giving your opinion. Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing dividers.

The door shook as you flung it open, rushing inside desperate for a moment of solace. The tears you'd been fighting since the beginning of the ceremony were already starting to slip from your eyes as you slammed the bathroom stall shut. Sitting on the toilet seat you watched the awful pink plume of a dress your sister chose rise for a moment. Anger and frustration caused you to fight it down to reach for the tissue as the tears truly began to fall. 

Nothing felt right, everything inside you just hurt. Having to watch the man you love marry another woman ripped your heart in two. Maybe you would have learnt to deal with it, but the person he married was your sister. Mascara tears flowed down your face, you were unable to stop them. He looked so handsome today, he looked so perfect. But he wasn't yours, he was hers. Prince Steve Harrington chose his bride and that was your younger sister.

The door to the bathroom opened, and heels clicked gently as someone entered the room. “It's almost time for your toast.” It was your youngest sister, did she know you were crying? Did she know you loved your sister's husband? “Dad is about to start.” You wiped your eyes and steadied yourself, hoping that she'd not hear the sadness in your voice as you spoke. “I'll be right out, this damn dress is a pain to go to the bathroom in.” 

She laughed, she didn't know. “I'll tell Dad to start, maybe Dustin can give his speech before you.” You smiled, thankful at the idea. “I'll be right there.” You said once more. There was a pause and your heart thumped hard as you thought she was going to say more. “Okay.” She finally said before her heels clicked away and the door swished open and shut. You sat there in science for a moment, the tears still wanting to trickle down your face. But you knew you needed to lock them away.

Standing up, you stepped out of the stall to see the damage your tears had done to your war paint. Fixing it the best you could, you then took several deep breaths and left the bathroom to face your doom. You hated public speaking, but you had to do this, you had to because she'd begged you to stand here and raise a glass in front of the royals, in front of his friends and your friends. In front of Billy Hargrove, you should've agreed to date all those years back instead of telling him he disgusted you.

Stepping into the room, you could feel a sinking feeling in your stomach as you approached Dustin Henderson and the microphone. “Alright, alright. Here's the moment we've all been waiting for, give it up for the maid of honour!” You smiled gently and took the microphone as everyone around you clapped. Taking a deep breath, you stared at the floor trying to focus. You needed to speak, you needed to say something but your heart was aching, your stomach swirling, and you just wanted to run away. “I’m not much for public speaking, so I’m going to keep this short and sweet.” You said with a gentle and almost awkward laugh.

You stared at the floor for a moment, trying to come up with words. You were meant to have something written, but you hadn’t been able to. Each time you tried to put something on paper all you could do was think about Steve and how he was meant to be yours. How he should’ve been yours. Now it was dooms day and here you were, nothing prepared and all fucking eyes were on you. You could always wing it, no one would know. Right?

Snapping out of your trance, you looked up and smiled. “A toast to the groom.” You said lifting your glass to the room. “And to the bride, from your sister who is always by your side.” You said with a smile and placed a hand on your chest. You did love her, even if your heart was shattered, she was your best friend. “To your union, and the hope that you provide to everyone here.” You smiled around the room as your cup was lifted high. “May you always…” your eyes landed on Steve, his eyes were glued to yours. His long fingers held his champaign flute high as he watched you. “Be satisfied.” 

As the words left your mouth, as your eyes took in the sight of the man you loved, he slowly lowered his glass while everyone toasted. The pair of you stared deep into each other's eyes, unable to look away. The world around you began to rewind and go back to that night that you would regret for the rest of your days. The night you met and lost the only person who you ever wanted, and you gave up for family.

The lights twinkled like candlelight, it felt like a dream as you and your sisters arrived at the party. From the moment you stepped inside the ballroom, eligible men began to fawn over the three of you, desperate to get your attention. Your family was well off, and everyone knew it. Weaving through the crowd, you got yourself a glass of champagne and swayed to the music enjoying the scene around you for a moment as you stood alone. 

Several men had approached you while you enjoyed your time people-watching, not a single one was interesting to you at all. Hargrove, Munson, Byers. With a simple smile and a decline of dancing, they moved on quickly to other women, some trying your sisters, some approaching Nancy Wheeler or Tammy Thompson. None of them mattered to you, even interested you. They didn’t make your heart race.

But then you saw him.

Everything changed in that moment, you knew you'd never be the same again. Those beautiful eyes, that perfectly crafted jaw. Slender body, he looked muscular even if he looked a tad skinny. His eyes locked to yours, and it was as if time stood still for a moment. He began to move fighting against the sea to meet you. Straight across the dance floor, bumping into couples, his eyes never leaving you for a second.

Maybe it was gravity, he was the sun and you were a planet. Or maybe he was a magnet attracting you with an intensity that you had never felt before. Either way, you made your way to him, meeting near the edge of the dance floor. Your eyes focused on each other, neither daring to look away.

“Hi.” Your heart skipped a beat as he continued to stare deep into your soul. His voice was as silky smooth as caramel. What was a proper greeting? What was your name again? You couldn't remember as you stared at him, fuck how could someone have such an effect on you? This never happened to you before, you weren’t that sort of person.

“Hi.” You finally managed to say. He smiled and stretched his hand out. “May I have this dance?” He questioned, before he could even finish his sentence your hand was on his. His touch set you on fire, every part of you aflame. 

Moving to the dance floor, the pair of you began to dance. His arm around your waist as he held your hand, your other resting on his shoulder. Your bodies moved close together, an intense desire bubbling between the two of you, that neither of you had ever felt before. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his face. The way moles littered his face, how his hair just fell perfectly in place almost like he wasn’t even trying. Was this what love felt like?

“You strike me as a person who has never been satisfied.” The way he spoke in your ear sent your stomach twisting, desperation and desire bubbling up inside of you. You were practically salivating as you felt yourself becoming turned on by his voice. “I’m sure I don't know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You replied looking up at him. He was bold, and you liked it. 

He smiled, a boyish smile on his face. “You're like me, I'm never satisfied.” His face was close to yours, you could feel his breath on your face as you thought about what it would be like to feel his lips on yours. Biting your lip, you looked up at him attempting to keep your composure. “Is that right?” You asked, unable to stop the smile from breaking through. “I've never been satisfied.” He whispered to you. Your eyes met as your lips moved close to each other’s. You didn’t feel like you could breathe, you wanted him. 

You told him your name with a smile, proud of your family. “Steve Harrington.” He replied. “Where is your family from?” He smiled and shook it off. “Unimportant, there's a million things I haven’t done, so just you wait.” He told you as his forehead touched yours. His hands fidgeting didn't go unnoticed, or the way he looked away for a moment. It was like he was hiding something.

He was so graceful on his feet, his eyes were locked to yours at each moment. You couldn't stop smiling. Even as the song ended, you were meant to clap for the band. But Steve kept hold of your hand, not wanting to let you go. He escorted you to the side so you could talk more.

You began to talk about literature, about science, and so much more. He was like you, you had so much in common. You'd never before met someone who matched your wit. What was the catch? He seemed too good to be true, was it possible to see find your soulmate tonight? 

You couldn't stop the hopeful feeling inside you. You rarely found someone that you had so much in common with, and yet here you were. Steve Harrington, the man who came from nowhere and wormed his way into your heart with only a few minutes of your time. 

Of course you couldn't help but notice how much of a flirt he was, the way he touched your arm, the way he gazed into your eyes. His smile was causing you to melt on the spot, for heat to pool between your legs. You needed him more than you could ever begin to admit. 

He was so handsome, and he clearly knew it. Your eyes studied his jaw and how his beard fuzz was beginning to settle in. His eyes were the most captivating thing you'd ever seen and the way his face was decorated with moles and freckles. Were they all over his body? You questioned mentally as he spoke, saying something to make you laugh.

You decide that you want to take him away, that you want to be alone with him, that privacy was something you were desperate for with Steve. You were in society, of course you shouldn't be thinking about what the pair of you could do alone, but it was so very tempting. Alone with Steve, a place where your lips could meet and the pair of you could give into the hunger that you both felt.

Turning to lead him away, your eyes landed on your sister across the room. Her eyes were on Steve and you suddenly realized the look she had on her face, she was in love. She was helpless as she gazed at Steve, she wanted him as badly as you did and as you stared at her you began to realize three reasons you shouldn't be with him.

“Where are you taking me?” You heard Steve ask, your hand still holding his. “I'm about to change your life.” You tell him with a smile. “Then by all means lead the way.” He said his fingers brushing over yours as he smiled. You know that this is the last moment he will be yours, the last minute that you will ever see him look at you that way.

Number one.

You were the oldest, it was your job to marry a well off man who could help take care of your father when he was old. You were the best choice though, even if you did say so yourself. But from the insidious gossip that echoed throughout the town Steve was penniless… but that didn't mean you wanted him any less.

You watched your sister introduce herself to Steve, a shy but bold smile as she looked at him. His eyes looked toward you as he heard the last name. “She's my sister.” You said with a charming grin. 

Number two.

He was only after you because of your last name, you'd be naive to ignore that. He knew you were rich, he knew that it would set him on the right path. You couldn't have someone using you, so your sister seemed like the better option. Of course if you'd of realized the truth, if you knew who he was you'd have kept him for yourself.

Watching as the two of them spoke, the way he held her hand and placed a kiss on it, it hurt. He was meant to be yours, he should've been yours. “I'll leave you to it.” You walked away, your hand moving to your chest as you did, it hurt. You were in so much pain at the loss of him. If you'd of looked back you'd have seen his eyes on you asking you to stay, asking for you.

Number three.

You knew your like you knew yourself, she was a good person and if you told her that you loved him she'd resign and he'd be yours. But you couldn't do that to her, you couldn't tell her that. Even if you told her that you loved him, and she told you that it was fine to have him. You knew she would've been lying. Glancing back for just a moment, you felt your heart breaking. He was no longer yours.

As your words for your toast echoed around you, you glanced down at the glass in your hand. You tried your best to keep your emotions in check. Looking up you smiled, before walking away. You didn't want to stay here, you couldn't stand it. 

Stepping out into cool night air, your hands held onto your chest. Every night since you first met you think about him, you'd fantasize about his eyes and each little part of him. You wished you'd not sized him up so quickly. It had been the biggest blow when you discovered he was a prince.

Tears began to trickle down your cheeks, at least you knew your sister would be happy as his bride. You'd never seen her so fucking happy. Even if you were miserable, at least she was. You honestly didn't care about the crown, didn't care that he was royal or rich, you only cared about him. But now your sister was his princess.

A jacket wrapped around your shoulders, cutting the cold from reaching you. You didn't need to turn around to know who it was, you could smell the expensive cologne. His presence always caused your heart to flutter. It always made your stomach twisted and made you feel nervous.

 It was Steve.

“You strike me as a person who has never been satisfied.” He said in your ear, you could feel his touch, feel his hands on your waist and it was driving you insane.”I don't know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You whisper gently as you turn your head to look at him.

Your bodies were close, his hands on your arms, his breath in your ear. You just wanted him to hold you and tell you it was okay. Sighing gently you bit your lip. “You're like me, I'll never be satisfied.” He whispered to the point you could feel his lips on your ear.

“You shouldn't have said that in your toast.” Turning around you looked at him, your tears shon in the light. Slowly Steve reached up and wiped away your tears. “I don't care…” you whispered your voice breaking as you spoke. Without a word he pulled you into a hug and held onto you tightly.

You could feel his large hands on your back, the way he held you made you wish that you didn't just have to fantasize about him. But you knew that your sister would be happy as his bride, you couldn't do that to her. You didn't have it in your heart to hurt her.

Pulling back slightly, you looked into Steve’s eyes. His fingers moved to brush your hair from your face. “I will never be satisfied.” He whispered as he kept his eyes on you, unable to look away. You wanted so desperately to just have one kiss, just a single kiss with him. But you couldn't, he wasn’t yours.

Hearing calls of his name he glanced back toward the hall and sighed. Leaning forward he pressed his head against yours for a moment. Just soaking in that feeling of how losing a soulmate felt. You stood together, foreheads pressing to each other for maybe a moment before he stepped away.

Slipping off his jacket, you pushed it into his hand. It seemed as he took it his scent went with him. He looked you in the eyes one last time, glaning down you sighed as you heard his footsteps recede. It felt like he was walking out of your life forever. Looking up, you watched him as he glanced at you one last time before he left to go back inside to find his bride. As he disappeared in the crowd, the sadness bubbled over and the tears started once more.

“He will never be satisfied.” You whispered as you took a seat on a bench, your hands wiped away your tears as his lingering touch faded from you. “I will never be satisfied.”

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A Very Bad Girl

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Day 23 of Kinktober

Steve Harrington x Reader

Your boyfriend Steve doesn’t like when you sass him.

18+ MDNI

Kinktober Masterlist

Tw/tags: p in v unprotected, oral, orgasm denial, alcohol, leg riding, praise, BDSM elements, dom!steve sub!brat!reader

Beer. All Steve had to drink was beer. You hated the smell, the taste, you didn’t even like for him to kiss you when he was drinking. “It’s not much of a party if all I can do is watch you party,” you mumbled. He chugged down the second half of his drink, belched, and shook his head at you. “Robin said she’d be here in a couple hours, babe, chill.” He was sprawled out on the couch his parents gave him, looking around your new, mostly empty apartment.

“Can’t you just let me drive to get some wine?”, you pouted, falling to his feet and resting your face ok his thigh. “I’ll make it worth the worry,” you grin. “I would rather let Max Mayfield drive my car blindfolded than ever let you take my car anywhere, ever again.” That hurt. You had never been taught to drive, and the only time Steve tried to teach you, you hit two mailboxes and ran a red light in front of a police officer. He never let you live it down, nor had he ever trusted you with a set of keys since.

You pounced up and pulled on your sneakers. “I’ll walk, then,” you huffed. By the time you reached the end of your street, Steve was rolling along slowly right next to you. He hopped out and opened your door. “You owe me,” he hissed as he shut your door and made his way around the front of the car. “I know, babe. I owe you for everything in life. I’ll make it up to you one day.” Steve laughed, “you’re going to make it up to me as soon as we get home.”

When you make it back to your apartment, Steve starts removing his belt. His socks are just inside the door, and there’s a trail of clothes all the way to the open bedroom door. Assuming he needs a shower, you bounce into the tiny kitchen, digging through the drawers for the cork screw to open your Pinot Noir. As you poured your first glass, you heard Steve yelling your name from the bedroom. “What?”, you shouted back, taking a big drink.

Silence. You rolled your eyes. Carefully, you carried your wine with you into the bedroom. Steve was on the bed, his underwear barely hiding his massive boner. “Oh,” you smiled, sitting your drink down on your dresser. Steve pats the bed next to him as you pull your skirt off and let it fall to the ground. Steve stands and helps you pull your shirt up and over your head. As you dropped your arms, he caught one and left a trail of wet kisses up to your bicep. You felt the stirring of those butterflies who slept in your guts, only awakened by the man of your dreams.

His mouth left not a centimeter of your body untouched. The wet spot on your panties hinted to Steve that he had you exactly where he wanted you. As goosebumps faded from your skin, you kneeled before him and freed his throbbing dick from his underwear. It wobbled up and down, until you hastily took the entire length into your mouth. Steve was always so impressed at how well you managed his size. It was sometimes too much for sex, but you could swallow him whole any day.

Your gagging turns him on even more. He fucks down into your throat, his hands pulling your hair from your face and holding under your ears. “You’re so cute when you have a mouth full of me,” he beamed. Your eyes watered up at him, lashes fluttering. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. The golden hazel of his eyes charmed you like the eyes of a tiger creeping in the rainforest. The trance in which they held you only grew stronger when he told you, “you’re being daddy’s good girl.”

You climbed up on the bed. Your legs were spread wide, fingers sliding around your clit as you kept your eyes on him. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the wet smacking of you touching yourself. Steve noted your face beginning to tense up. He crawled across the bed to you, still in a predator stance, and removed your fingers. “Not a chance,” he growled. The tone in his voice gave him away. You knew immediately, this romp was going to be challenging.

It wasn’t often, but every once in a while Steve had to dominate you in bed. You wished you had made faster work of bringing yourself to orgasm. Your thighs slammed shut, wiggling as you tried to get some friction. “Do you want me to tie you to the bed again?”, Steve asked. You shook your head, relaxing in his grip. “Good girl,” he praised.

His hand cupped your jaw, stubble scratching at your cheeks as he feverishly kissed your mouth. His knee met you between your thighs. Involuntarily, your hips bucked towards the contact. With a sigh, Steve held down your wrists. “You can fuck yourself on my leg all you want, there’s no cumming today. You’ve been a brat all morning.” You accept the challenge, rolling your pelvis all over his thigh. You try your best to hide it as the warmth in your tummy starts to shoot up toward your head, but your breathing has changed and Steve knows. He cups your mound, removing all the pressure that was building.

A tear dances down your cheek and Steve wipes it off. “Don’t be sad, honey. You’re the one who couldn’t be patient. Now I’m going to make you wait.” Some hope returned as you decided if you were waiting, that was fine, as long as you were going to get there. Your pussy tightened and relaxed at the thought of finally being able to have an orgasm. The desire burned out again, Steve noticed how easily you could blink and keep open your eyes.

He lied down flat on his stomach, his velvety tongue lapping up the juices from your honey pot. “Oh fuck,” you hummed as he licked gently around your clit, sucking tight while still wiggling his tongue around you. Your hands ferociously buried themselves into his hair. You disregarded the established power dynamics long enough to cost his chin and nose in your juices. When your thighs started to squeeze around his head, Steve finally stood back and spread your legs so they couldn’t meet.

“Fuck, please?”, you beg, flashing your sad eyes at him. He glared at you, his face smashed up like he smelled something rancid. “What makes you think you’ve earned it?”, he asks, “what makes you think you deserve it?” You look down at Steve’s strong hands, still holding your thighs apart. “You told me I was a good girl,” you explained.

“You were taking care of me. That was a very good girl. Now you’re being greedy. That’s a very bad girl,” he said. Your bottom lip stuck out and you clicked your tongue in protest. “I already told you to wait. Now you’re going to make this even worse on yourself.” The agony of being inches from cumming, only to be denied the dive off the cliff, made your insides raw.

Steve spread your legs and slowly slid his dick up and down along your slick. He bounced it on your clit a few times before teasing just at your opening. “Shit,” he gasped, your pussy pulling him in and drowning him. “You’re so wet,” he sighed. When he finally pressed himself as far as he could reach, you let out a wild moan, your hips flexing to maneuver your clit against him. There was a sinister grin upon his face. Keeping his dick deep inside you, he reached his thumb between your lips onto your tongue. You sucked tight against it, causing Steve to let out a breathy moan.

As you released his thumb he shot it down between your legs. He quickly fucked into you, slamming his meaty head into your throbbing g-spot. His thumb smashed sloppy trails around your clit. You clenched around him and arched your back, rising off the bed and up against him. “I’m gonna cum, Steve,” you wailed. The pressure was so intense you cried.

Nothing. You felt like throwing up. In a second, you had been left empty and on the precipice of the strongest orgasm you’d had in months. Long, hot ropes of cum spurted across your belly and thighs as Steve finished all over you. You could see he was enjoying your disappointment. Once he was done, he stayed on his knees between your legs. The doorbell rang; Robin had arrived. “Clean yourself up,” he commanded, grabbing his pants and headed to the front door.

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[moljh]

Starts With A Pen

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington likes to flirt with you during class but is definitely not prepared for what you have to say one day.

Fluff, flirting, vague mentions of sex

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You had an extra long history class to end the day every Monday, which was just a cruel way to start the school week. Most of your classmates were already exhausted and weren't even thinking about class at this point in the day.

You were trying your best to focus on the monotone drawl of Mr Higgins at the front of the class but you felt you mind drifting. He was talking about some sort of ancient civilisation when the door to the classroom swung open.

It was no surprise who waltzed into the class, late as usual, the king himself. Steve Harrington merely nodded at your teacher, no questions or excuses were exchanged, he was far above that, exempt from regular treatment.

In the short few steps he took to reach his own seat, you could've sworn every girl in the class had awoken from a daze at the mere presence of the boy. Their wandering eyes, watched him at he wove between the desks and unfortunately took his assigned seat beside you.

You couldn't lie, Steve Harrington was an attractive person, he had a certain typical beauty about him. Though any romantic feelings you had towards him were eradicated the moment he opened his mouth.

Flopping down into the seat beside you, he didn't even bother to take out a notebook, just leant back in the chair and stared at the ceilings. You however, despite the enticement of distraction, had to try and at least take notes, as you were afforded the luxury of falling back on a parents money after graduation. You had goals of collage and hopefully a good one, the further from Hawkins the better.

As time seemed the slowly tick by, the room fell back into its usual atmosphere. Heads fell back onto desks, people resumed whispered conversations and Mr Higgins continued the lesson, seemingly not by those not paying attention; as he too was looking forward to the final bell.

You were mindlessly scribbling down notes when your left arm was poked "Hey"

Turning towards the offender, you shot a look of dismissal at the boy sitting next to you

But once again he poked you "Hey"

"What?" you quickly replied, tone laced with a bit more anger than you meant

"Do you have a pen?"

"Yes"

"Well can I borrow it?"

"You don't even have a book with you"

"Who said I was writing in a book"

Rolling your eyes, you bent down and grabbed your spare pen and handed it to him.

"Thanks" he said

You tried to not take any notice of him, as he doodled on the corner of his side of the desk. Finally the bell sounded and everyone practically leapt up from their seats and fled the room. Packing up your things you realised Harrington had already left, but smiled when you saw the pen placed in the centre of the desk. You were honestly surprised he hadn't just taken it.

Just as luck would have it, you had the exact same class on a Friday afternoon, which was possibly more torturous than the Monday. This time souls were withering and the will to live was slim. It was the final class of the last day of the week and it seemed to go on for longer than anything in human history. Well you may have exaggerated slightly, but it couldn't have been a worst timetable schedule.

Once again, approximately 10 minutes into the lesson, Steve Harrington arrived; late and without an excuse. Again he wandered into the classroom and flopped down next to you.

"Can I borrow a pen?" he asked you once more

"Fine" was all you bothered to say, knowing he'd at least leave it

The class proceeded as normal for a while longer until Harrington once again caught your attention.

"You coming to my party tonight?" he asked you

"I don't know, depends if I can get a lift" you replied honestly, not taking your eyes away from the blackboard up front

"Well you betta, can't have a pretty girl sitting at home by herself all night"

You just chuckled at his comment and tried to focus on you notes.

"What a guy can't pay a gorgeous girl a compliment?" he asked, seemingly confused by your reaction

"Not when it's coming from someone who's used that line about a million times"

He seemed to not know how to reply to that and the conversation ended.

This routine continued for a while. Harrington would arrive to class late, borrow your pen for some reason and hopelessly attempt to flirt with you the entire time.

It was approaching exam week and this particular lesson regarding what to expect during the assessment was quite important to you. However, as usual Steve Harrington wasn't allowing you to focus.

He had progressed to drawing small images on the corner of your pages and whispering in your ear to get your attention. Usually you didn't that much, your quick remarks came easily, but today you needed to pay attention.

"You know if you just gave me a chance I'd make it worth your while" Steve whispered

Turning towards the grinning boy, you were fed up with him more than usual in that moment. Leaning in closely, you brought your lips so close you could feel them brushing against his ear.

"Unless you're going to bend me over this desk right this second and fuck me in front of everyone until I can't walk, I'd appreciate if you would shut the fuck up and let me concentrate"

You'd honestly never seen someone so awestruck. Steve just sat in front of you frozen, mouth agape. Happy with your message, you turned back and followed the lesson until the bell sounded.

Grateful it was the weekend you gathered your things and went to close you notebook when you save something scribbled down at the bottom of the page. Looking closer you smirked at what was written.

'Good thing I have a desk at home too'

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[lg-123]

No Caller ID

Summary: For the first time in months, Steve doesn’t call. This makes Dustin step into brother mode.

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Dustin tried not to notice it, but it soon became a common occurrence. Every night at eight the phone would ring for y/n, his sister. At first, he was nosy, as every little brother is, but when he found out who it was, he was angry. His so-called best bro, the guy he looked up to was calling his sister every night. Y/n and Steve began dating soon after. Dustin was upset at first, he had every right to be. But when he saw how happy they were, he couldn’t help but love them together.

Dustin had noticed y/n on edge lightly on the ride home from school. He wanted to ask her what happened but that’s not something they did. Y/n had pushed her food around her plate, not eating any of it. Something had happened at school and Dustin questioned if Steve had anything to do with it. That night Dustin watched his sister sit by the phone. The clock struck eight and the phone didn’t go off. 

“Maybe he’s calling.” Dustin heard y/n mumble, but 30 minutes went by and there was no call. Dustin always thought of his sister as a strong person, one who could handle anything. But watching her crumble in defeat and start to cry made him realize she was just like him. His mind started to brainstorm and soon he had radioed the boys and had a plan.

Y/n cried herself to sleep that night. She had a stupid fight with Steve at school, which resulted in him giving Nancy Wheeler a ride home. Y/n and Nancy were friends, and y/n knew how much she liked him. So of course, she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. It hurt, y/n thought that everything was okay, that they were a perfect happy couple, but it turns out Steve was still a big player, and not what he seemed. 

The next morning, Dustin had his plan set in motion. He had woken up early and attempted to make pancakes. Lucas had managed to get by and helped him set up everything. He had made his sister breakfast in bed. Will had brought his video store copy of Star Wars and Mike had brought his Dungeons and Dragons stuff. They opened y/n’s door to see she had just woken up. She smiled at the boys, happy to have a band of little brothers. That’s how the morning went, all five of them crammed into y/n’s queen bed, watching Star Wars and eating pancakes. 

The phone had gone off several times, causing y/n to jump and look at the number. It was Steve’s number. On the 4th time he called Lucas grabbed the machine and hit a couple buttons.

“There, I turned on no caller id, now she won’t know it’s him calling.” Lucas told the boys. Sure-enough when the phone rang again, y/n couldn’t see the number and ignored it. At the end of the day the boys got there stuff together and prepared to leave. Mike came up to y/n and pulled her aside.

‘If it makes you feel any better, Steve left my sister in the dust and hasn’t called her since. When Dustin told me, I asked her if she was stupid.” He laughed out, which caused y/n to smile.

#dustin's older sister #dustin henderson #stranger things #reader x steve harrington #nancy wheeler #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #will byers