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Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.8k] prompt: patching up and raising a hand to kiss

“Babe, you gotta sit still.”

You squirmed, lips twisted into a pout as you tried to shy away from Steve’s hand. The boy sighed, disgruntled to say the least, his other hand coming up to cup the back of your neck.

“Baby."

“Steve,” you replied, with just as much emphasis. You were sulking, perched on the boy’s kitchen counter and feeling far too sorry for yourself. “It stings.”

You weren’t really sure what possessed you to punch Cindy Robertson in the face an hour earlier. Sure, you knew why you did it… you were just surprised you actually did it. Your hand was sore, knuckles swollen, one split and bleeding and you had a nasty scratch running down your right cheek, courtesy of Cindy’s fresh manicure.

You’d never gotten into a fight in your entire life.

“Yeah no shit it stings, Rocky,” Steve told you, coaxing your face back to the cotton ball he was trying to soothe over your cheek. “But you gotta let me clean it.”

The antiseptic nipped and burned and you whined, a little pathetically you were sure, but the small noise seemed to soften something in the boy and he tutted, sighed one more time and rubbed his thumb over your unscathed cheek.

“Baby,” he said again, more gently, less admonishing.

You leaned into his touch, hand wrapped around his wrist and you tried not to look guilty, like a kid who knew they were going to get in trouble.

But Steve moved closer, dropping the blood stained cotton into the sink and tapped at your knee. You obeyed immediately, spreading your thighs so the boy could move into the space between them, his thumb and finger catching your chin.

He was still taller than you, even as you sat on the countertop, your legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to be even closer - maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the words that Cindy had baited you with, but god, you were desperate to feel him.

Robin had called Steve from a pay phone by the mall exit, much to your despair. You’d been too busy cradling your sore hand and scowling at your reflection in the toilet mirror to notice. And when you walked back to meet your friend, Steve was already there, clambering out of his car with a look on his face that couldn’t discern from worry or annoyance.

You really hoped he wasn’t annoyed with you.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked and your voice came out quieter than you would’ve liked.

Steve’s eyes softened, lips parting, the set of his jaw relaxing as he pushed his thumb to your bottom lip. The touch was all fond, the hand on your chin tilting your face so he could take another look at your cheek and then he was pushing his lips to your forehead.

A kiss. Finally.

“M’not mad, baby.” Steve tucked your hair behind your ear, pushed a hand back to your good cheek until it squished softly under his touch. He smiled at the sight, his eyes dripping with affection and concern. “Just not like you to start throwing punches in the mall bathroom.”

He was right, of course. But you shrugged, embarrassment taking form over your cheeks in a warm flush and instead of responding, you let yourself drop into his frame, face pushed to the crook of his neck, your scratched cheek protesting at your carelessness. You let your good hand wind around his waist, fisting at the the cotton of his shirt, greedy as you pushed it out of your way so your palm could smooth over the slope of his back.

Your other hand lay cradled in your lap, bruised, sore and more aware than ever of its own strength.

Steve didn’t push you away, in fact, he dropped his hands to your hips and pulled you closer, chests flush, his lips brushing over the baby hairs on your temple as he spoke. He was careful with his words, voice soft, quiet.

“Why’d you hit Cindy, huh?”

The kitchen was silent except for the drip drip drip of the tap. You shrugged, tired and lazy, body feeling slack now that the rush of adrenaline had worn off and Steve was against you.

You pushed your nose to the collar of his shirt, breathing in mint and cedar and Steve. He patted at your hip, leaned back from your embrace, just enough that he could fit a hand back underneath your chin again, encouraging you to look at him.

“Robin said she was saying stuff to you.”

There it was.

That hot prick of tears at the corners of your eyes, the overwhelming upset at what had transpired in the first place. Water gathered at your lash line and you blinked furiously, willing them away before Steve could see but then he was swiping his thumbs underneath, catching them before they could fall.

“She’s just a bitch,” you mumbled, eyes downcast, your fingers twisting around Steve’s belt loop. “She’s always been a bitch.”

Steve pondered your statement for a second or two before deciding he really couldn’t argue with it. He’d dated the other girl at the beginning of high school, only for a few weeks, a month maybe.

So he hummed instead, hating the way tears were still making your eyes glassy and you winced when you sniffed, the motion making your cheek scrunch up and god, that scratch was nasty.

“What’d she say to you?”

You refused to look at him when you spoke, eyes on the kitchen tiles at Steve’s feet, your fingers still working furiously at anything you could attach yourself too, anything that could be used as a distraction. The belt loops, the hem of Steve’s t-shirt, his fingers when he pulled at yours to stop working yourself up.

“That you’d get bored of me,” you mumbled, voice thick with the emotion you were trying so hard to keep in. “That you’d move onto someone else soon.”

A tear spilled over, past your wet lashes, onto your cheek, stinging at the cut, salt and blood and an overwhelmingly upset.

“No, baby, no,” Steve was hushing you, all soft voice and softer hands, petting over your jaw, the length of your neck, thumb pressed to the spot between your jaw and your ear. “Don’t cry, please.”

You only sniffed more, an ugly lump in your throat, a burning behind your eyes that you hated. You weren’t even that sad, you didn’t really believe the girl and her horrible words, not really. Not anymore, not with the boy between your legs and his hands lovely on your face. But you were still angry.

Angry at Cindy and her pitying stare, her callous words dressed up in a simpering, sticky sweet tone of voice. Angry that for just one second, you thought she could’ve been right. And then you were angry at yourself, for ignoring Robin, pushing away her hand that clasped your wrist in warning.

Punching someone in the face seemed to hurt you just as much as it hurt them, you'd learned. Or maybe you weren’t doing it right. You'd have to ask Nancy. Your knuckles stung when they hit against Cindy’s nose, a white hot burn that ricocheted through your hand and up your arm.

You couldn’t deny that the ugly crunch felt satisfying. Especially after what she’d said to you as she cornered you against the bathroom sinks, cruel remarks bouncing off of the baby blue tiles.

“You said it yourself, sweetheart,” Steve murmured to you, lips at your cheek, the corner of your mouth, pressing to the tip of your nose as he tried to kiss away each tear that rolled down your face. “She was just being a bitch.”

You shrugged, breath catching in your chest before you winced at the throb in your hand, the knuckles cracked and nipping. Steve tsked, taking your palm soft in his and he raised it for a kiss, lips pressed warm to the inside as he tried his hardest to keep his fingers gentle around your own.

But then he was trailing his mouth over your wrist, a whisper of a kiss into the sensitive skin on the inside of your elbow, loving on you until his face was pressed into your neck and his arms were back around your waist.

“You know that it’s not true, right? What she said?”

“I know.” You still sounded sad, petulant almost, feeling too sorry for yourself and the pain in your hand was a throbbing reminder.

“Tell me?” Steve pulled back, squished at your poor cheeks again with finger and thumb, gentle but enough to make your lips push out into a pout. “Lemme hear you say it, hmm? Little slugger.”

“I know it’s not true,” you mumbled, words a little clumsy from his touch but it made the boy go all fond, eyes soft, the lips that fell onto your own even softer.

There was a little heat behind his kiss, one that was a slow build, a simmer that lingered on your lips, that told you exactly how the boy wanted to make you feel better. But then he was pulling back, lashes fluttering, lips glossy and parted.

He sighed again, eyes on your scratch, your sore hand but the sound was much softer than before.

“Can I please clean you up, babe?” Another kiss, a soft push over your lips, your chin, your jaw. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”

You nodded, clinging to him still, eyes still wet but not crying. You watched the boy as he methodically dabbed at your cuts, cleaned up your knuckles and kissed each one better. He kept true to his word, softer than ever with you, letting you melt into him until he was cradling your bad hand between your chests so he could see each cut.

When he was done, he produced a Band-Aid with a flourish, a bright pink thing with dinosaurs on it and you were rolling your eyes when he stuck it over your cheek, lips pushed into a pout that he promptly kissed away.

“Look at you,” he cooed, voice sticky with sweetness and maybe even a little pride. “My little badass.”

The purple and pink dinosaur on your face seemed to suggest otherwise but you flushed anyway, groaning and pushing your face into his solid chest when he laughed.

“I definitely won,” you mumbled.

Steve let out a snort, pressed kiss after kiss into your hair and pulled you off of the counter, groaning dramatically as you kept hold of him. He tucked his arms under your legs, carried you without complaint out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.

“Oh I don’t doubt that, baby. But Christ, no more brawling. Hopper will have to lock you up.”

You huffed out a laugh, tried to look downtrodden and sorry for yourself still, but Steve's hands moved to your ass and patted, eyebrow's raised until you smiled and he kissed you sweet once more before he started to climb the stairs with you.

"Love you, you little delinquent."

Itty Bitty Pretty | Steve Harrington

》 PAIRING: steve harrington x female!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: established relationship; mild angst; fluff; smut (18+)

》 SUMMARY: You overheard Steve’s and Robin’s debate about boobies being slightly overrated. It would’ve been amusing until Steve listed certain traits of boobs he found attractive. Being a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, you started feeling insecure with yours.

》 WARNINGS: not set in a particular timeline (but steve & robin still work at family video), boobs/boobies & tits/titties, steve’s poor wording, steve loves (your) boobies, small misunderstanding, mentions of toxic parents (both steve & reader), past bullying, pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, angel…it’s a lot), inexperienced!shy!reader, best!boyfriend!steve, dorky!steve, insecurities, fluffy reassurances, domestic bliss (!!!), showering together, steve babying/doting over r, first i love you’s, sweet & slow to intense smut (a gear shift, if u will), 18+ Content [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!] ~ extended warnings below the cut!

》 WORD COUNT: 19.7k+ (she big like steve’s co—)

A/N: first time i saw the infamous boobies scene, this idea immediately popped into my head. i, myself, have small tits. like leaning down/arms pushing up to show cleavage? i don’t know her LMAO. so this is dedicated to all you lovelies out there who sometimes feel insecure with their breast size <3 all boobies are pretty no matter what!

++ also, basically, it’s become a thing that i only post smut once a year a.k.a. i unleash the harlot in me with no restraints any time of the year lmao. so this the 2022 Edition. so with that said, don’t expect anything groundbreaking 😭 bc again, i rarely write smut. also wrote this in 6/7 days so might be rush & i also proofread this once and kinda gave up halfway thru. but i hope you enjoy!! <3

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Take the call

Pairings: Steve Harringtons x female reader

Word count: 670

Warnings:P in v, unprotected, mutual masterbaition,

Summary: While Steve is buried inside of you he gets an important call from his boss, he takes it but the show must go on.

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It’s 7:15, the sun has just set, your back is to your boyfriend Steve’s mattress and he’s hovering over you, deep breaths and groan’s escaping his mouth as he pumps his cock deep into you, his hips moving at the perfect pace, your hips rocking with his, the bed frame slightly and quietly creaking to your rhythm. Everything’s perfect till the agonizing, blaring ring bursts it’s way through Steve’s landline. He doesn’t pause for even a second he just continues his pace, his lips finding your neck.

“don’t worry about it baby” he mumbles, placing kisses at the sweet spot of your neck,

“focus on me yeah?” he says, his fingers finding your clit to rub soft circles. After a few seconds the ringing stops… till only a few more seconds later the same ring blares through Steve’s room again. Once again he’s not phased, his mind is on you, he could care less about what’s beyond the other end of the phone. But you can’t help your thoughts, “what if it’s important?” you ask out to him, knowing he had missed important phone calls before because he was too busy pounding into you, and although your sweet Stevie assures you he rather be doing this than answering calls, you still feel at fault just a bit.

Eventually the ringing stops, of course only to pick back up again, blaring that familiar ring.

“You should answer it Stevie, could be for work” you give in, your soft eyes meeting his, a slight pout on your face. With a sigh he pulls out of you slowly, placing a kiss a top your forehead before quickly heading to his desk, picking up the phone and bringing it to his ear.

Steve mumbles nonsense across the other end, just by his tone you can tell it’s his boss calling about work. With a dramatic roll of his eyes Steve mouths “work”, exaggerating the words in annoyance, you can’t help but let out a giggle, eyes moving down his chest and waist where his hard cock sits, aching, begging to be back in you. It doesn’t help with the sight he has of you lying there spread across his mattress, legs open and waiting for him.

After a few minutes you can’t wait any longer and decide to take matters into your own hands, slowly inching your hand down till your fingers reach your clit to rub circles, causing you to moan which then causes you to place your palm over your mouth so his boss doesn’t hear. Steve’s eyes go wide once you reach your clit, eyes following your fingers before moving over to scan your whole body, he mumbles out careless answers and responses back to his boss not taking his eyes off of you for a second.

You sink two fingers in and pump them in and out, more moans escape your lips but you try your best to suppress them. He watches as you arch your back, his cock hurting, needing to be touched, instinctively he wraps his hand around his cock and moves it to glide over his tip, mouthed curse words fall out of him, his fingers grip the phone tighter and it presses even harder against his ear.

You’re feeling your climax build up, your pumping getting faster and faster, Steve’s grip on his cock tightens and he’s almost going the same pace as you.

His responses to the phone become almost incoherent, being said between groans as he tries to keep his composure.

“25th uhh… got it, yeah uh i’m writing it down” he speaks into the phone his head rolling back his hand still on his cock, he tries to keep his eyes on you the best he can but it’s just too much.

You’re so close, and you can tell Steve is too by the way his tummy is clenching and the pre cum leaking out of his tip. Finally the call comes to a end and Steve’s able to utter out a “Good Bye” to his boss , slamming the phone back down and at the same time you two reach your orgasm, letting it over take you completely, hot cum shooting out of Steve. Now able to make as much noise as you please you let out cries of Steve’s name, and in an instance Steve is crawling up the bed to hover over you, hands instantly finding your skin, his lips instantly finding yours as he plops his weight down on you, allowing your legs and arms to wrap around him, as he takes you in.

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Summary: Steve playfully throwing you onto the bed and tickling you till he gets a peek at what’s under your skirt, teasingly exploring the area till you take it upon yourself to give him access.

Warnings: oral fem receiving, forced tickling for a second, dirty talk, p in v, cream pie, breeding kink

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem reader

Word count: 875

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With a mischievous grin, Steve playfully tosses you onto his bed, eliciting a burst of giggles from you as your body takes the impact.

“Hey watch it!” you yelped as you tried to wiggle from steve’s grasp

He was relentless, his fingers dancing over your sides, tickling you mercilessly, a mix of yours and his laughter filled the room, mingling with the faint hum of the night just past his open windows.

As you wiggle under his touch, your black skirt finds its way creeping over your waist exposing your thighs, the cool air kissed your now exposed thighs, making you arch your back and press your hips upwards towards Steve.

Seve’s hands stop their assault and in a second his lips are at your thighs, like a hungry animal he teasingly kisses and nips the area, causing you to giggle and squirm even more under him, “what do we have here?” he asks, his hands pushing your skirt up even more, revealing your panties to his hungry gaze, his lips eagerly move to kiss your sopping cunt over your panties, he moves his hands to tickle you some more causing you to let out a bunch of giggles and moans,. Suddenly his hands calmly come to a halt and begin tracing tantalizing patterns up and down your sides and your hips causing you to let out a quiet moan of his name, your fingers grabbing onto his hair as he places kisses on any skin available to him.

But then, as suddenly as it had begun he pulls away, leaving you with a pout on your face, only for it to be quickly replaced by his lips meeting yours, his hands find their way to your head and he brushes his fingers through your hair, it’s then that you find yourself inching your hand down your body, snaking your underwear down your legs and widening your thighs, Steve looks down amused and places another kiss to your lips, a silent invitation that Steve eagerly accepted.

“Want me to taste you huh?” he taunts, your only response is a nod of your head and a small hum, his body moves down so his lips meet your pussy, he doesn’t hesitate to start devouring you, his tongue licking between your folds, gathering all your wetness, the tip of his tongue dauntingly circles your clit causing you to once again lift your hips as you arched into his touch due to the overwhelming sensation.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, his tongue massaging at the same time as he rolls the sensitive bud between his soft lips, your hands uncontrollably grabbing fist fulls of his hair causing him to moan into your pussy, the vibration boosting your arrival even more.

“Taste so fucking good” Steve manages to push out between groans “you like when i’m like this, don’t you?…fuck” he groans into your cunt, licking at your pussy, the pleasure drunk haze you’re in leaves you dumb and unable to say anything in response, only pretty little sounds leave your lips, one of which was Steve’s name. Your vision blurred as you became a moaning mess, your orgasm washing over you in one big wave, cumming all over Steve’s tongue.

You don’t even realize it till you’ve finally and fully come down from your orgasm, Steve hovering over you the bulge in his boxers evident as it pokes at your entrance while he kisses down your neck, you’re quick to help him pull off his boxers, freeing his hard cock. He winced, a mix of pain and pleasure crossing his face as your hand rubbed over his throbbing pink tip.

He’s eager to smash his lips hard into yours, pushing you into the bed, Steve waste no time guiding himself into you, one large hand wrapped around his length as he pushes his cock into your waiting heat, the extend of his large cock stretching your pussy is enough to make you dig your nails into Steve’s back as you suck him in.

“Doing so good taking me like this, fuck…look at you” he gestures between your bodies, his hands cupping your face, “All mine” he grunted out as he began his first thrusts, each one hitting just the right spot to send sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

“I wanna hear you say it” he demands in a low growl, his lips attacking your neck again “mmmm all yours Steve” you mutter out weakly “a-a-all, yours!” you gasp as he increases the pace of his thrusts and finds your clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to send a shock of bliss through your legs, causing you to clench down on him.

“Wanna cum in you, that alright?” Steve asks, his free hand finding your plump tits through your shirt giving them a squeeze, once again you’re unable to give out a response that’s anything other than a moan or a cry. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? I know you will, fuck i’m close” he answers for you placing a soft kiss to your skin.

Before you know it Steves thrust become slower as he spills his cum as deep as he can inside you, your body clenches around him, desperate to milk every last drop of pleasure from his throbbing cock, your hands clung around his back in a desperate plea to be even closer, leaving crescent shaped marks wherever you touched as you ride through your orgasms together.

Once recovered Steve examines his aftermath, slowly, he drew his cock out of you, watching intently as his sticky cum clung to your skin and seeped out of you, he dipped his tip in the excess and slowly stuffed it back inside your cunt, a subtle moan escaping his lips as he felt the warmth envelope him once more before he withdrawals. With a tender smile he places a soft kiss to your forehead, his fingers trailing gently over your skin as he savored the moment before getting up to clean you off.

me rn: 💦

probably spent way to much time on this

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In honor of 4/20 here’s a little blurb or whatever you wanna call it of 4/20 Steve!

Warnings: short mention of reader having a disagreement with family & tears, mentions of weed and smoking

Word count: 455

overall just chill and calming no smut for once😱

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You sat on your bedroom floor your fingers deftly tying the laces of your sneakers, the rhythmic motion was a soothing balm to your restless mind, a momentarily distraction from the ache in your head and the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

All from a stupid disagreement you got into with your family, your emotions teetering on the edge of control. In a reach of desperation you did one thing you do best, reached for your phone and dialed Steve Harringtons number.

Within a few rings his familiar voice trails through your ears from the other end, you mumble out a “hi Steve” and just your tone is enough for him to question a “what’s wrong?”, you explain the situation in the shortest way possible, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush of emotion. And Steve doesn’t hesitate for a moment, promising to be on his way.

It’s not long considering he’s only 3 houses away till his familiar knock echos through the stillness of your home, you swiftly make your way to the front door, swinging it open, without a word you open your arms clinging to his chest and without missing a beat Steve gracefully wraps both his arms around your body meeting your hug with equal fervor, his warmth seeping into your bones.

He only lets go when you let go, his eyes immediately softening when he catches that slight gloss in your eyes from the tears, his gaze searching yours for answers.

He’s about to speak but closes his mouth and In a gesture that spoke volumes of his understanding, Steve reaches behind his ear, and pulls out a neatly rolled blunt with a knowing smile—a silent offering of solace. Your eyes land on the blunt in his hands and you let out a relived giggle as you lean into him and he pulls you to walk with him, your lips curve into a greatfull smile as you took the blunt between your fingers, a silent understanding passing between the two of you.

You place it between your lips and Steve’s hand cups around you, shielding the wind as he lights the tip of it for you. As you took a deep inhale and exhale, the smoke followed the wind, carrying away some of the weight on your shoulders. You take one more hit before passing it off to Steve, allowing him to get a couple hits in.

Your feet fall into an easy rhythm as you two strolled down familiar trails and winding paths in Hawkins, every step you engulf more and more into the forest, your shoulders tapping here and there, a subtle warming reminder that Steve is by your side. Any visible sky is tainted a light yellow, and the air tingled with the scent of spring blossoms, a cool breeze picking up and down consistently, causing a rustle of leaves to accompany the conversations between you and Steve.

As the sky sets more and more the air grows colder and you find yourself inching closer to Steve, allowing him to wrap one large arm over you, pulling you as close as possible to him, in this moment the world feels a little less daunting and the sound of Steve’s voice and the rumble of his soothing chest as you lean into him lets you temporarily forget about any other issues that lies beyond his arms.

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bending the rules

older!dilf!Steve Harrington x plus size!fem!Reader

summary: Robin convinces Steve to take a yoga class only to bail on him at the last minute.

cw: alt universe/non-canon, awkward!divorced!Steve (he's been out the game for a minute), fluff, 1.7k words

an: I have like half of a smutty bit for this fic written but it felt kind of tacked on so I left it off. if enough people enjoy this I'll post that bit later. also thank you to @hellfirehottie420 for the yoga class idea and to @ozarkthedog for gassing me up and encouraging me to keep going when I wanted to give up! It's not a big fic but we celebrate little victories here. (divider by @/saradika)

an 2: the model in the moodboard is not representative of the reader insert. there's no physical descriptions in the fic. I just didn't want anyone giving me a hard time with that "fat people can't do yoga" shit. every body is a yoga body. thank you 😌

After Steve's marriage fell through he resigned himself to never doing that again. He made a mess of things the first time around anyway. And not knowing what a happy, stable marriage looked like growing up sure didn't help either.

So when things finally imploded he took it on the chin and vowed to be the best dad he could be. He wouldn't let his failed marriage take that away from him. Dating was off the table and for a long time casual hookups were too; it never felt like the right time.

Robin had insisted on him getting out there, doing something for himself that didn't involve kids or work. Steve used to have fun, he was the king of fun! Now he was sure he wouldn't know fun if it hit him in the face with a bat. And he sure as hell doesn't know how he let Robin talk him into taking a yoga class at the town rec center.

She was supposed to be here, to help ease him into having some semblance of a social life, but she bailed at the last minute blaming a mix up in her schedule.

"I forgot I already told Nance I'd take her out tonight. Just go! I'll come with you next week, I promise."

Steve sighed, standing outside the classroom doors with his hands on his hips. He can see a few people milling around, chatting and rolling out mats as he hesitates there in the hallway.

"It'll be fine. Just go in, stretch out some old joints and go home. Easy. Nothing to be afraid of. You're not afraid," Steve shook his head. Standing outside and talking to himself wasn’t a good look. Not with this mustache on his face.

He looked through the windowed doors and swallowed, "It's just a room full of women in spandex. You're not a creep, it's exercise, you're here to exercise."

"First time?"

Steve nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees you standing there smirking at him. Your eyebrows rise and you gesture to the rolled up mat under your arm when Steve takes a little too long to respond.

Shit, should he have brought his own mat?

"Yeah,” Steve croaks and you smile. “I mean, yes. This is the beginner's yoga class, right? My friend was supposed to do it with me but she bailed."

“Ah,” your smile falters a little but you nod and open the classroom doors leaving Steve to wonder what he said wrong.

"They have mats over there if you need one," you point to the stack on the other side of the room then introduce yourself. Steve knows he's staring at you like a hapless idiot but he successfully remembers to give you his name in return, along with an awkward handshake.

"Thank you," Steve doesn't want to let go of your hand, so warm and soft it's messing with his head. "Sorry, I'm, uh, I'm a little nervous. I haven't done anything like this since my 20s."

"What, exercise?"

Steve feels a twinge of pride at the way you glance down at his arm muscles. You furrow your brow and bite your lip and Steve knows you can tell by the way they swell under his short sleeves that you know that can't be true.

"No, I mean going out,” he shrugs, wiggling the mat in his arms, “trying something new."

"Ah," you nod your head and smile again and Steve wonders if you can hear how fast his heart's beating.

You're walking towards the front of the class now with your mat and Steve in tow, asking him what made him want to try yoga of all things. Steve admits his friend Robin had signed him up for the class and that he rarely gets out of the house these days.

“Oh, same,” you nod in understanding and Steve sighs in relief. “I’m so busy between work and going back to school that I barely have time for myself. The yoga studio is my happy place.”

Steve smiles and is about to ask you what you’re going to school for when he's stopped by the teacher suddenly clapping her hands together and calling for everyone to get settled so they can start.

"Can I?" Steve gestures at the spot next to you and you smile again.

"Absolutely."

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The class passes in a sweaty blur. Steve thought he was in decent shape. He lifts weights in his garage at home, runs a few days a week, and generally takes care of his body. He was an athlete for god's sake, he's familiar with all that jazz. Nope. Steve nearly pulled a few muscles in his back he didn't know he had.

It also didn't help that the shorts he wore to class might've been a little too short. He hoped, for the sake of the woman behind him, that his thighs were the only things he was showing off during downward dog.

You, on the other hand, were a champ. Graceful in your movements and barely breaking a sweat. You admitted to him halfway through the class, as the teacher made her rounds correcting poses, that you usually took the more advanced class but liked to hop in on beginner class days as a refresher on basic poses.

"You're doing great!" You shoot Steve a thumbs up and he feels his face heat at your encouragement but sends a shaky thumbs up back.

Sweat lines his forehead and he pushes his flop of hair back when it falls in his face before moving on to the next pose. His glasses had slid down his face enough times that Steve stopped fussing with them and put them off to the side, but his hair he couldn't do anything about, unruly as it was.

He catches you watching him a few times, once in warrior pose when Steve accidently put the wrong foot forward and wound up facing the opposite direction as the rest of the class. The way you tried to hide your laugh when he pretended like he was surprised to see you there lit him up inside.

The next time he caught you was when he turned his head towards you while tucked in child's pose. It seemed like your eyes were on his legs, maybe checking to see if he was doing the pose right? When you realized he knew you were watching your eyes went wide. Steve smiled and you quickly turned your head back down to the mat. Maybe you weren't checking his form after all. Or maybe you were? Steve couldn’t wrap his head around it. Were you just being nice or had you been checking him out too?

As class wrapped up Steve rolled up his mat and thanked the teacher for her help, promising to not only come back next week but to bring a friend too. He couldn’t wait to make Robin suffer through an hour of this. And you, he had to thank you for making tonight one of the most enjoyable nights he'd had in a long time.

"So I'll see you next week?" You adjust your bag over your shoulder. Most of the rest of the class had left but you didn't look like you were in much of a rush.

"Yeah, I'd love to. I mean, I’ll be here. I had a lot of fun."

"Glad you tried something new?"

Steve swallows at your teasing smile, suddenly feeling like "something new" didn't mean yoga anymore. His eyes drifted down to the light sheen of sweat dotting your chest and he quickly pulled his gaze away.

"Definitely."

"Good," you nodded.

You were starting to walk away. Robin would kick his ass if he didn’t make a move.

"Hey! Uh," you turn around to see Steve reaching out for your arm before pulling his hand back. He stops and scratches the back of his head. "Do you, I mean, would you like to get coffee sometime? As a thank you for…y’know, helping me with my poses."

Steve smiles and hopes he doesn’t look like a dweeb when he fidgets and pushes up his glasses.

"Walk me back to my car?"

The corner of Steve's mouth tilts up and he motions for you to hand over your gym bag. Once it’s tucked into the crook of his arm he nods towards the door at the end of the hall.

"Ladies first."

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"You looked like a lost puppy. But honestly, it wasn't the first time I've seen a man looking intimidated outside of a yoga studio."

Steve gapes at you as you laugh.

"I was...making sure I had the right room."

"Sure, big guy," you chuckled as you patted Steve's arm.

The two of you finally reach your car and you tap the unlock button but stop before opening the door.

“Thanks for walking me.”

“Of course. Wouldn’t want you out here by yourself this late at night.”

A group of teens on bikes ride past the rec center a moment later, probably on their way to the well-lit basketball court on the other side of the building where a few other kids are already playing.

“Mhm. All these ruffians around. Why, a girl just doesn’t feel safe ‘round these parts anymore,” you tease in a shy southern belle accent.

Steve chuckles and ducks his head. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. And I'm glad you came tonight."

“Me too.”

Steve found himself inching closer to you as your back pressed against your car. "So will you? Get coffee with me, that is?"

You looked up at him through your pretty lashes and Steve didn't care about his age or his creaky joints or his fear of fun. He wanted to find himself again in your eyes. If you'd let him.

"What about your friend? The woman that was supposed to come with you tonight?"

"Hmm? Oh, Robin? I think she'd say you could do better," Steve grimaced, shaking his head. "Her girlfriend would say the same thing."

"Oh," you laugh into your hand. "Gotcha."

"Why'd you ask?"

"No reason. Coffee sounds great," you whisper and lift your chin to press a kiss to Steve's stubbled jaw.

He stands there in the parking lot long after you gave him your number, hastily scribbled on the back of a receipt pulled from your purse, and drove away.

He has to call Robin.

Can you do a between childhood friends and lovers request for Steve Harrington set after season 2 where Steve and the Henderson!reader finally get together when Steve’s parents unexpectedly come home and after dismissively asking who she is, they reveal that Steve had a crush on her in second grade after they find them "studying" (aka hanging out) at his house?

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Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader Summary → You and Steve reminisce about the past and then his parents come home and spill one of his biggest secrets.

Word Count → 1.1k+ Requested → yes Inbox → open

A/n || I don't know if i executed this in the way you wanted, and I'm sorry it took me so long to do it, but I really hope you like it, as always criticism is welcome. Happy reading! <3

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After everything that you and the gang had been through, you and Steve decided it would be a great idea to just have a night to yourselves just like the good old days.

No worrying about monsters, or creepy dimensions. Just the two of you, eating junk food and watching crappy movies. And that's exactly what you'se did.

You were currently seated on Steve's living room couch and he was in the kitchen making some popcorn for the both of you. The TV was playing whatever channel his parents left it on this morning, and was currently acting as background noise for the both of you.

Steve had made some dumb pun about popcorn, and you wheezed your lungs out as if it was the most hilarious thing ever.

He made his way back to the living room, and plopped down next to you with a steaming bowl of popcorn in his hand. "You know, I've missed hanging out, like just us, no babysitting and no Robin making fun of me for having no dates." Steve said looking at you with a small glint in his eye.

"Yeah, but it'll never be the same from back when we were kids."

"You're right, neither of us are stupid enough to steal ten candy bars for our movie nights anymore."

You gasped, remembering when you'se were twelve. "Oh my god! I remember that."

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"Stevie we shouldn't be doing this.. what if we get caught?" You whined quietly close behind steve as he snuck through the aisles, looking for his desired snack.

"Shh you big baby, we won't get caught, and if we do I'll take all the blame anyway." He reasured you.

"You better not be lying, or I swear to God, I'll stuff those candies down your throat Steven."

Steve had stuffed about eight of the bars down his pants and handed two over to you to stuff up your sleeves. You two were both headed to the door when none other than Cheif Hopper stepped in your way. "And where do you think you two are going?"

You and Steve both gulped. You were about to start lying your ass off but it seems Steve had other plans. "It was all [y/n]'s idea, they forced me to do it, they even threatened me!" Steve shouted at him.

Your mouth hung open as he shifted all the blame to you.

"You lying bi-"

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"You still haven't apologised for that by the way!"

"I shouldn't have to, we got away with just a warning anyway."

"Harrington I swear to God, if you don't apologise for it right now I'll suffocate you with the pillows."

"I have nothing to apologise for." He said confidently

"You can't be serious," You shifted your whole body to look over at him. "I got in trouble from not just by my mum, but Hopper came by my house to tell me off too. I think that warrants an apology."

"Nope, no I don't think so, cause from what I recall, I did end up saying it was pay back."

"Pay back for what exactly?"

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You and Steve were walking along Lovers Lake, it was a muggy day and you'se both just wanted to cool down.

"Stevie, what's the point in being here if we aren't going swimming?"

"It's cooler near the water, and you never said you wanted to go for a swim."

"Well if I had known we'd be going to the lake today, I would've bought my swimmers."

"Well that's just too bad for you isn't it?"

if looks could kill, Steve would be six feet under right now. That is until you got a brilliant idea. You walked closer to Steve, he was walking on the edge of the lake meaning you'd have more leverage. I'm sure you can see where this is going.

You grabbed both his shoulders and forced him to face you, "Hey Stevie I have something really important to tell you and you can't tell anyone, okay?" He nodded his head quickly and you leaned in close to him as if you were about to tell him a secret. But at the very last moment you pushed your hands infront of you and he was caught off guard. Stumbling then falling into the water below him.

He looked up at you in shock, what you didn't realise however was the mischievous glint in his eyes. While you were busy laughing, Steve had grabbed your leg and pulled you into the shallow water with him.

"Steve!"

"What? It's pay back."

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"You had already gotten pay back that same day! Which means you still owe me an apology."

"Shit I forgot I did that."

"Mhm," You were looking at him with that same look five years ago. "Now where's my apology Harrington?"

"Hey, don't last name me, [L/n]." He said, voiced laced in sarcasm. "And fine, I'm totally, and utterly sorry that I shifted the blame to you little miss goody two shoes."

"Real mature Stevie boy, but that apology wasn't good enough, thus I don't forgive you."

" 'Thus'? What are you Shakespear?"

"By God you really are stupid."

"Hey! I'm not stupid.. You're stupid."

"Fine, if I can't get a proper apology and I'm being insulted then I'm not sharing the pizza I ordered for us." You obviously didn't mean it, you weren't exactly hungry enough to be eating an entire pizza tonight, but you needed some leverage.

Steve opened his mouth to speak but his parents ended up walking in through the front door and greeted him, before they turned toward you. "Steve who is this, I wasn't aware you were going to be having a guest over."

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Harrington, I'm [Y/n]." You greeted them with a wave.

"Ah so you're the famous [Y/n], Steve's told us so much about you. I didn't know you two were having a date tonight, Stevie why didn't you tell us? We would have come home later."

"Date? Mrs. Harrington me and Steve aren't dating." You laughed awkwardly. "We're just friends."

"Well with all the things he's told us about you, we assumed you two had started dating."

"Okay mum, that's enough. You and dad should head upstairs, we'll keep the noise down."

"Oh well it was lovely to finally meet you dear."

"It was lovely to meet you'se too!"

"Use protection." His father said pointing at Steve. Did he just miss that entire conversation?

His parents headed upstairs and you held in a laugh until you heard their bedroom door close.

"So ugh, you talk about me, huh?"

"Yeah I guess I do," He said awkwardly. "Actually I did wanna talk about something with you tonight."

"Yeah?"

"I've ugh, I've had a bit of a crush on you since you tripped in front of me when we were nine."

"Oh I'm well aware Harrington."

"W-what?"

"You're like an open book, and you suck at hiding your emotions, it's always written on your face."

"Why did you never say anything?"

"Oh my god just shut up and ask me out already."

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Steve Harrington x shy fem!reader [4.7K] no one's ever gone down on you before and you're feeling a little shy about it. luckily, boyfriend steve is happy to show you what it's like. 18+

“I’ve never—” you swallowed, unsure of your words, hardly able to make sense of them when Steve Harrington was on his knees in front of you. “I mean, no one’s ever done this to me before.”

Steve Harrington. The Steve Harrington - as if he hadn’t officially been your boyfriend for almost two months now. Sometimes it was difficult to remind yourself of that, that the prettiest boy in town was all yours. 

He’d changed since high school, was a little softer around the edges now, if you had the patience to look for the signs. Less cocky, still confident, but he’d dropped the title of ‘King’ like it stung him, taking on a gentlemanly demeanour that was much more princely. His hair wasn’t as styled, he didn’t care whatever other people said - not as much, anyway. 

It suited him, this smaller crown. Less showy but still just as golden. 

“Oh,” Steve replied, eyes wide with surprise but not judgement. “Shit, honey— I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… assume.”

Steve took his hands from your bare knees like he’d been burned, his cheeks heated and his gaze apologetic. You couldn’t say anything in response fast enough before the boy was pushing himself up from the footwell of the BMW and back onto the seat with you. He looked panicked, like he’d done something wrong, like he’d done something terrible. 

“Steve—”

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked, I didn’t even think— well, I just thought—”

“It’s not like I’ve not done anything,” you were rambling. Panicked. “I’m not a virgin, I would’ve told you— it’s just, I haven’t— no guy has ever wanted to do that and—“

“No, no, it’s okay!” Steve still looked wide eyed, like you were going to hate him, like you were going to break up with him. “I mean, that part isn’t okay— the guys you’ve been with should’ve definitely wanted to do that for you— but it’s, it’s… just should’ve asked before—”

He hadn’t done anything wrong, you needed him to know that. It had been a typical end to your night, first dates leading to second dates and more - fancy dinners and planned nights to the cinema and turning into comfier and more casual outings as you grew closer. So he’d picked you up after his shift and you clambered into the front seat of his car in a pair of comfy sweats and a t-shirt that was far too old. Steve had driven you both to a burger joint, shared fries and a strawberry milkshake in the front seats of the BMW as the sun went down and before it was time to go home, he parked up somewhere quiet enough for talking to turn into kissing. 

He was always sweet about it, letting you call the shots and set the pace and you’d grown bolder, learned what he’d liked — learned what you’d liked. 

But it had stayed relatively tame, a few hickeys and Steve’s hair a mess but nothing too below the waistline, not yet. 

It was why he’d been so surprised when you’d pushed him back into the seat, his head falling back in shock onto the headrest, the back windows already steaming up from the heat of it all. Steve’s lips had parted when you’d swung a leg over his lap, dropping yourself on top of him with a held breath, your chest tight enough to burn. And without any other preamble, you’d launched yourself forward again, sweet and teasing kisses turning into something hotter, more desperate, now that you could feel the hard length of him pressed against the cotton of your underwear. 

His hands had flown to your bare thighs, gripping you there as you licked over his tongue and when you let out a quiet moan, Steve felt like he was going to lose it. His hands wandered higher, skimming along bare skin and underneath your skirt until his palms found purchase on your ass, squeezing at the fat there, helping your hips move against him until you were panting into his mouth and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. 

Everything he’d done wrong in his life, everything he’d tried to right, everything he’d tried to fix - you were his reward, he just knew it. 

He got ahead of himself then, panicked at the feeling of you rutting along his cock, the length of it pressed under his jeans and you. He could feel how warm you were, the beginnings of a wet spot on the front of your underwear and you were holding his face in your hands as you kissed him like you were scared he’d stop. 

It was enough to make his dick jump, twitching and leaking at every pretty sound you made, every graze of your teeth over his bottom lip as you kissed him more and more feverishly. 

He was going to come, he could feel it. He knew it. The warm, tightening sensation at the base of his spine was blooming, his cheeks turning pink, his hips bucking into yours helplessly. He wasn’t going to come in his pants, not in the backseat of his car, not like this, not with you. You deserved more than that. 

That’s when he nudged you back onto the bench and dropped to his knees between the seats, crammed down into the footwell but your legs were spread and he could see that little damp spot on the crotch of your underwear. 

He wanted to lick over the cotton, tease himself as much as you before peeling the underwear down your legs and pocketing the material.

And then you’d stopped him. 

“I want to,” you told him earnestly, your voice a nervous whisper. He watched you lick your bottom lips, eyes wide and trained on his. “I do. I wanna do everything with you,” you admitted shyly. 

You paused and Steve waited, kneeling up between your legs so his attention wasn’t as trained on the space between your thighs anymore. He leaned in, hands pushing at your cheeks, your jaw, fingers skimming soothingly over the skin there.

“It’s okay,” Steve assured you, his voice just as soft. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nose bumping yours as he dropped another to the opposite side. “It’s okay to wait. I don’t mind-- at all, actually. You’re in charge here, okay?”

You leaned into him in lieu of an answer, lips searching for his and brows knitted together because he was just too fucking sweet to handle. Embarrassment still bloomed in your chest at the situation, at your own admission and you wanted to hide your face against Steve’s but the boy wasn’t having any of it. 

He pulled away, chin tilting up to where you couldn’t quite reach him and he frowned at your saddened expression. 

“Hey,” Steve tsked softly. “C’mon, you’re in charge, yeah?” He waited, looking at you with earnest, expectant eyes. 

You nodded and cleared your throat, nerves and embarrassment swallowed with it because this was Steve. Your Steve. And he was looking at you like he’d give you the sun. 

“Yeah,” you agreed and Steve smiled so you did too. “I’m in charge.”

It was only then that the boy leaned back into you, letting you press your lips to his for a kiss. He made it soft and sweet, languid and still tasting like the cherry you’d gifted him from the top of your strawberry shake. 

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It took a few weeks to end back up in the same situation, this time in Steve’s bed. 

There’d been a movie, you think, something that was supposed to be new and funny but you barely made it past the opening scene before you kicked away the remote control and moved into the boy. On your knees, weight pressed into the mattress and your mouth pushed to Steve’s because ever since that night in the back of his car, the sight of him on his knees for you hadn’t left your mind. 

If Steve had been surprised at your sudden attack, he didn’t say. In fact, he welcomed it greedily, just as starved for you as you were for him and he pulled you down to meet him without much fanfare. 

It was easier now, you were less shy, more willing to show your boyfriend how much you wanted him too. You showed him with greedy kisses, feverish and desperate, your hands sinking into his hair as Steve coaxed you onto his waiting lap, his hands skimming over your waist and your hips and the swell of your ass. You pushed him into his pillows without much thought, Steve’s hands taking you with him, lips never parting as he groaned into your open mouth and your tongue traced over his. 

He was already hard, you’d noticed, the feeling of him in his sweats pressed between your thighs sparking the similar feeling in your tummy, the one you always seemed to get the minute the boy got his hands on you. Steve never seemed embarrassed either, always eager to show you exactly what you did to him and apart from a few fumbles in the dark, Steve’s hands slipping under your shirt to flirt with your pebbled nipples over your bra, there hadn’t been much else but kissing. 

Tonight felt different. 

You wanted tonight to be different. 

So you did as you’d done on the car the week before, rolling your hips over Steve’s as you kissed him harder, nose pressed to his cheek as you pulled at his hair and hoped he’d fall apart for you. He did, or almost did, groaning louder than before and gripping your waist almost too tightly as he tried not to jerk up into you. 

He lost it a little, hands slipping to your ass to palm at the bare skin peeking out from beneath your shorts, blunt nails scratching nicely over your upper thighs. Steve heaved out a breath, pulling back just enough to look up at you. He was all pink, flushed cheeks and messy hair pushed to his pillows, lips shiny from your kisses as he tried to slow his breathing. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” he rasped, trying to sound authoritative but his fingers were trailing inside the legs of your shorts to play with the elastic edge of your underwear and he couldn’t take his eyes off of your heaving chest. “I swear, you’re actually trying to kill me.”

You grinned, still shy, still a little embarrassed at the effect Steve had on you, the effect you seemed to have on him. But despite your boyfriend’s suggestive touch, he didn’t stray any further. You remembered what he’d told you that night, eyes locked on yours, filled with sincerity. 

‘You’re in charge.’

You swallowed, throat tight, trying your best to conjure up some bravery from the pit of your stomach. “Hey, Steve?”

Steve was busying himself at your neck, lips pressing kisses to the sensitive skin underneath your jaw and chin. He hummed, a silent question, a barely there answer and you almost forgot what you wanted to say when he nipped at your neck. 

“Yeah, honey?”

“Remember— remember the other night? When you said… that I was in charge?” You asked quietly, head ripping back to let Steve do what he wanted, his lips still on your throat. “When you were gonna— uh, gonna go down on me?”

Steve paused but only for a second, seemingly deciding that reacting too strongly to your words would be a bad move. So he placed one last kiss underneath your jaw and then pulled back to meet your gaze. He was soft and warm, his eyes searching yours to make sure you were comfortable and when he found what he was looking for, he nodded. 

“Yeah, yeah I remember.” He pushed you from his lap and back onto the bed, gentle and soft with it, easing you back into the pillows so he could lean over you and place a reassuring hand on your waist. “You been thinkin’ about that?”

You were grateful to be off of him, too pent up with being on top and feeling how hard you’d made Steve, finding it easier now to look up at him, your hands playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “A little,” you murmured. And then you corrected yourself. “A lot.”

Steve grinned, unable to help it and you were adorably shy even when talking about him putting his mouth on you but it just made him all the more wild at the thought. He moved his hand to your tummy, fingers moving over the soft pudge of it, his thumb stroking close to the waistband of your shorts. 

“Yeah?” He asked again, sounding eager now, sounding hopeful. “What about it, babe? Steve watched you stall, lips moving without words coming out and he smiled, making it easier for you when he said, “you wanna try it?”

You could feel yourself burning, a little in embarrassment but mostly at the idea of it. You’d spent many nights since it was first brought up lying in bed and picturing your boyfriend between your legs. You’d thought about his hands on your thighs, pushing them apart so he could lean in and press his lips to you. You wondered what his tongue would feel like there, if he’d be soft, if you’d like it hard, slow, gentle, teasing. Would he use his fingers? Would he look up at you while he did it? Would he make the same noises he did when you kissed him? When you rocked your hips over his lap and grinded against him?

You nodded, the breath sucked from your lungs. Suddenly, the room was too warm and it only got hotter when Steve grinned and moved to kiss you, peppering little touches of his lips over your cheeks, your nose and jaw. 

“You gotta tell me then, honey, yeah?” Steve murmured softly. “Just so I know you’re okay with it. I don’t want to make you feel like it’s something you have to do—”

“I know,” you interrupted. You sat up a little, back to Steve’s headboard as you made sure to keep eye contact with him. He needed to know how okay with it you were. “You’re not making me do anything, I promise. I want to. I really want to.” You smiled then, nervous and excited and with your skin rippling with anticipation. 

“Okay,” Steve smiled back. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like it? We can stop whenever you want, alright?”

You nodded again and before Steve needed to prompt you once more, you promised him, “I will, I swear.” Your cheeks warmed again at the memory of your nightly scenarios. “I think I’ll like it though.”

Steve laughed then, not at all meanly. “Yeah? Well, that’s a good start.” He caught your wrist with his hand, pressed a kiss to your palm like a promise. “I’ll try my best, yeah? We can find out what you like together.”

And didn’t that sound really fucking nice? 

His hand moved to your waistband again, fingers skimming over the denim before finding the button and zip. Steve tapped it, eyes on yours. He raised his brows and asked, “can I?”

You answered by lifting your hips, falling back into his pillows once more as you sucked in a breath, buzzing with anticipation. Steve fumbled with the metal once, twice, before it popped open and he took his time tugging the denim from your hips. You panicked a little as you tried to remember what underwear you were wearing but you didn’t have much time to dwell on the thought before your shorts were at your ankles and then on Steve’s bedroom floor. 

He smiled at your cotton boy shorts, plain and white. Nothing sexy but certainly nothing embarrassing either. But then he was moving, just like you’d imagined, up onto his knees before laying down between your own on his stomach. 

“You okay for me to be like this?” Steve asked you quietly, a reassuring hand squeezing at the outside of one thigh. 

 Your brows rose at that and you suddenly felt horribly naive. “There’s other ways to do it?”

Steve laughed again, soothing away the sting of his amusement by kissing your knee. “Well, yeah, babe. Loads of ways.” His voice lowered a little, his hands trailing upupup until they were close to the elastic edge of your underwear. “I could have you on your hands and knees for me. Could bend you over, y’know?”

Your body lit up, flames licking at the inside of  your stomach until they were crawling past your ribs. The idea of it made you squirm, hips twitching under Steve’s touch and he looked delighted at your reaction. 

“Or I could get you to sit on my face,” another kiss, this time on the inside of your thigh as he moved closer, your legs over his shoulders. The tip of his nose pushed at the edge of your underwear and your toes curled into the sheets. “Really let you take charge. Would you like that? Wanna ride my face, honey?”

“I—” you didn’t know what to say to that and Steve buried his smile in the side of your thigh. 

“S’okay,” he whispered. “We’ll work up to that, yeah? How ‘bout for now, I just—” Steve pressed a kiss just under your belly button, lips flirting lower until you felt his mouth just above your folds. Something in your stomach flipped. “—find out what you like best, hm?”

And he did. 

You were surprised when he didn’t immediately pull off your underwear and the noise that came from your mouth when he put his lips on you was unintelligible. Steve pressed a kiss to the front of your underwear, nose nudging at your folds under the cotton. You let out a gasp, breathy and high, hips twitching up until you were pushing yourself to Steve’s mouth and you could feel his smile. 

“Hey, hey, s’alright, honey,” Steve assured you. “Gonna take my time with you.”

Another kiss, and then another, tiny touches pressed over the front of your underwear before you felt the heat from this mouth opening, his tongue tracing the line of your folds. The cotton grew even more damp as Steve licked at you, pushing his tongue into your pussy, the material moving under his touch, moulding to your skin.  

You were gripping the sheets now, knees falling open on each side of Steve’s face and you didn’t dare look down, not yet. Your eyes shut on their own accord, stars and colours blinking behind your lids and everything felt warm, everything felt fuzzy, like you had cotton balls stuffed in your ears and you were being pulled underwater. 

Except there was a live wire in the pool with you, zaps racing through the current to make your entire body buzz, little electrical shocks every time Steve licked at you. His tongue moved deliberately slow, his eyes watching your face, your body, your chest, your mouth for every reaction you gave him. 

You liked this teasing, this slow build, this lazy burn that was getting hotter and hotter. So Steve kept at it, pressing his mouth to your cunt, open and with his tongue pushed to you, doing his best to find your clit through your underwear and when he finally pulled back, he groaned at the sight. The white fabric had turned a little see through, translucent in the low bedroom light and Steve could see every part of you with your legs spread so obscenely. 

It was a dirty, dirty sight. Something right out of his porno magazines he kept hidden under his bed. The material was stuck to you, showing off your parted folds, the bump of your clit, your little hole, wetter than any other part of you. 

“Oh, honey,” Steve moaned, his voice a broken rasp. You looked down at him then, messy haired and pink cheeked and framed by your thighs. He was staring at your cunt, heavy lidded and with red, pouty lips that were already shining from his hard work. “Wish you could see yourself, you’re so fucking hot.”

You whined, embarrassed but not daring to hide your face from him - to hide Steve from you. He looked up at you then, smiling - no, smirking - looking too pleased with himself and he took his pointer finger and stroked it through your folds. You jumped, an immediate response that Steve cooed at and he didn’t stop until his finger was resting on your clit. It was already throbbing, a hot pulse under his touch and he circled it carefully, slow and gentle and giving it pretty, little nudges. 

Steve watched it move under his finger, watched it become more obvious through the fabric and his lips parted as he looked at you. He couldn’t stay away for too long, moving his face back to you to press a kiss to it. 

“Good?” He asked you, checking in with a kiss to your thigh as well. “You doin’ okay?”

You groaned your answer, your ‘yes’ coming out high and needy. But that’s all Steve needed to hear before he let his tongue drag across you again, the flat of it pushing against your clit, his fingers pulling at the waistband of your underwear so the fabric was pulled even tighter against your pussy. He moaned into you when you whined, nose buried in your folds as he pursed his lips around your clit and sucked a little. 

Again, he moved away, leaving you panting, gasping, his hands tugging at your underwear again, his eyes lighting up at the way the fabric stretched over you. He swore, voice low and dirty. “Fuck, baby, I can see you clenching down for me. That feels good, huh? Getting those cute, little panties soaked for me.”

You weren’t sure where your sweet, soft boyfriend had gone, but you certainly didn’t mind this replacement. Steve looked wild, drunk on the sight of you and you were more than happy to lay back and let him toy with you, his fingers and tongue winding you tight like screw top, ready to be sent spinning. 

Your hands went from the sheets to Steve’s hair, grabbing at the beats strands, in desperate need to anchor yourself to him. You almost wanted  to pull him up your body, having him crawl back up to you so you could claim him for a kiss. The need to have him closer was burning. But then Steve took pity, fingers curling into the sides of your now soaked underwear and you didn’t hesitate to lift your hips for him. 

They were pulled down quickly and they soon joined your shorts on the floor and before the boy could ask, your legs fell open once more, shyness gone in the heady need for the pleasure the boy was giving you. Steve beamed, lying back between your thighs and his eyes greedy, taking in all your slick, bare skin. 

“Oh, there’s a good girl,” he hummed, his hand smoothing up each side of your waist, taking your shirt with it. “Play with your tits, honey, lemme see them, yeah?”

You did as you were told, face burning as you pushed up your t-shirt and wrestled the cups of your bra out of the way, tits spilling out of them. Your hands shook a little as you pressed them together, hard nipples peeking through your fingertips and it was all filth, a lewd, pornographic scene that you wanted to give Steve. 

“Ohh,” the boy moaned in appreciation, the sound rumbling in his chest and he rutted down into the mattress, seeking relief on his hard cock that was straining between his waistband and his stomach. “Look at you, Christ. You’re so damn pretty, you know that? Gonna let me make you feel good, baby?”

You nodded, whining until your words were just noise but they all sounded very much agreeable. So Steve ducked his head back down and used one of his hands to pull your leg out further, spreading you wide as he kissed a line from your entrance to your clit. And just when you thought he’d suck the little bundle past his lip, he let it go in favour of licking over your folds, left and the right - and the right up the centre of you with a wide, flat tongue. 

“Steve, Jesus fucking Christ,” you moaned loudly, jaw unhinged and head hanging back on his pillow even when your back arched for him. “That’s— fuck! Don’t stop.”

Steve soothed you with gentle hands on your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into the fat there and he hushed you. “M’not gonna stop, honey, don’t worry,” he spoke into you, lips pushing against your pussy with every word and you wanted to cry, you wanted to beg. “You wanna come already?”

It should’ve been a mocking thing to ask, the ‘already,’ holding so much amusement but you didn’t care. You couldn’t. Not when the boy was letting the soft tip of his tongue circle lazily around your clit, dragging it down to your neglected hole until he groaned when it clenched around him, his own hips bucking once more. 

“She’s so needy,” he whispered, in awe. “And so damn wet, Christ baby, you feel good?”

You nodded, head bobbing exuberantly as you propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look. Steve grinned up at you and he nuzzled closer before bringing his hands to your cunt, thumbs spreading you open as he ordered, “keep your legs open, yeah? Good girl.”

And then he was closing his mouth around you, his tongue flattened against you as he sucked gently, the pressure of your clit being pulled into his mouth too much to handle. You keened, a high gasp that left your jaw hanging, eyes clenched shut in euphoria. The colours behind your eyelids turned to explosions, glitter in the air as Steve licked and sucked at you, the same pattern over and over again until you were pressing your heels into the bed and pushing back up to meet his tongue. 

“I’m— Steve? Steve, I’m gonna come—”

His answering groan was almost as loud as you, his hands leaving your folds so they could grab at your ass instead, fingers pressing almost bruisingly into each cheek so he could hold your squirming hips against him. He didn’t let up as you chanted his name, knees locking around his head like a vice and when you let out a high pitched wail, pushing at his forehead, he pulled back with a disbelieving laugh, a half gasp. 

“Holy shit,” he groaned, eyes roaming over how soaked you were, the way your chest heaved, how your heavy lidded eyes were set only on him. “That was so fucking hot, honey, like Jesus Christ—”

He didn’t get to finish as you grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt, hauling him up until he was frantically crawling over your body, his hands braced on the mattress as you pushed yourself up to meet him. You were both breathing heavily but you stole a kiss anyway, his lips slick and shiny and tasting like you. 

You found you didn’t mind at all, your body burning at the reminder of what he’d just done, the taste of yourself on his tongue and yours, the thrumming pulse of your orgasm still simmering through you. 

“Good?” Steve was grinning into the kiss, grunting and gasping when your teeth nipped at him, your tongue tracing the line of his cupid's bow, chasing your taste. “Fuck, baby—”

You nodded, nose bumping against his and you wanted to sob at how good he’d made you feel. Words didn’t seem enough to be able to express it. “Yeah, yeah, oh my god-- yeah, it was good.”

Steve was still beaming, more happy than smug, because you were elated, glowing from the high of it all and he’d done that for you. But before he could soothe you back down to earth with more kisses and soft hands, you were pushing him off of you and down onto the mattress. His cock was still throbbing and the taste of you still coated his tongue as you straddled him, your shirt falling back down to cover your pretty tits but he could see the shiny slick from your pussy peek out from under the hem of it as you sat on his lap.

He didn’t get a chance to question you. 

“I wanna return the favour,” you said quietly. Soft but determined. “Show me how.”

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I Want to Touch You

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Part 4 of the TOUCH series

Summary: Steve’s POV. After leaving your house, Steve can’t help but be grateful for the offer you have given him. After spending so long caring about you, he can only be thankful at this opportunity to finally be given a chance to treat you the way you deserve, and to show you just how good you can feel. 

WARNINGS: 18+ Content (Minors DNI), sexual language, fingering, handjob, cursing

A/N: Thank you so much for being patient with me! I only hope that you enjoy this next part. Love you all!

GIF belongs to @dailystrangerthings

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Steve fumbles for his keys as he quickly walks to his car, dropping them in a frantic state as he curses to himself, and leans down to grab them. Although he left your house in a cool, collected demeanor, he was panicking on the inside. Did that really just happen? It had to have been a dream, right? The stain on his pants argued otherwise and that is when he realized…

He finally got to kiss you. Granted, he finally got to do other things with you over the course of a few days, things he has only ever dreamed of doing. The image of you losing yourself to pleasure will forever be etched in his mind. The sounds of your soft moans and cries continue to echo in his ears, and the feel of your lips against his was what he always imagined it would be like. 

Steve gets in his car and closes the door, breathing out before he sticks his keys in the ignition. He grips the wheel, and looks up to your window to see that the light is still on. He wonders what you are doing now after the mere seconds he walked out of your door. Were you thinking about him the way he was about you? Did you ever think about him in the way that he did about you?

Because he was always thinking about you– the way your eyes lit up whenever you would see him, the sound of your laugh after he made some type of joke about some random customer just so he could hear it, and not to mention your smile which has slowly become his favorite thing to see every single day. 

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