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“I’m not gay!” Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

Author’s Note: This is my first smut fanfic in awhile, and on tumblr. But I used to write on Wattpad before it went to shit. That being said I’m still pretty rusty, so take this with a grain of salt and Happy late Pride Month!

⏤͟͟͞͞ | Stranger Things

⏤͟͟͞͞ | Genre: NSFW Smut

⏤͟͟͞͞ | Word Count: 1,646

⏤͟͟͞͞ | Warnings: Mature Language, A slight bit of homophobia6, General Sexual Behavior, Bottom!MaleReader, Top!SteveHarrington, Unprotected Sex, Internalized Homophobia

⏤͟͟͞͞ | Summery: You end up on a night shift with Mr. Popular, Steve Harrington. After a couple of hours, you end up doing some small talk with the popular fruity fella.

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Steve was the one most popular guys in school. Everyone adored him, he was almost like Jesus. You saw him in the hallways while he waved at everyone, even sometimes making eye contact with you. Of course you never spoke, either never having nothing to speak about, or simply just because of your “social status” at Hawkins High. You didn't really care much of it though, but constantly being called fag in the hallways was quite bothersome. The only reason a rumor of you being gay spread around though the school was because, people said that you were peeking at guys in the locker room. Which was obviously false, and disgusting. You just tripped in the shower room at the wrong time and everyone assumed you were a perv.

You never really even put on a label on it, or even corrected people when they called you gay. It got to point whether either you stopped caring or maybe it was true. Of course gay was wrong, but sometimes you'd find yourself staring at Steve and other guys wondering, how it'd feel to have their soft lips on yours instead of their preppy girlfriends. Or catching yourself staring at the male underwear models on magazines that your mother had.

But, that was over now. You finally graduated Hawkins High, with a big smile on your face. Now looking for a quick job for your gap year, you find yourself applying for a job at the Star Court Mall, called Scoops Ahooy. Finally getting accepted you go in, for your day of basic training. And to your surprise, Steve Harrington was working there too, and he was going to be your trainer.

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“Alright, y/n.. *y/n* is that how you pronounce it?” Steve says cheerly, looking up at you as he grabs the scooper.

“Yes..” You manage to whisper out, looking at the floor, you fiddle with your fingers as all the silly thoughts of kissing him in high school flooded back into your mind.

“So First!” Steve paused putting the scooper down, and looking at you. He came closer and tilted your head so you made eye contact with him. “We're gonna have to work on that eye contact… if it was me I wouldn't care, but the supervisor is kinda a pain in the ass, and he said he pay me a couple more bucks if I’d train you.” Steve rambled, as you slowly felt your face turning a bit red, as no one has ever gotten that close to you before.

“Next, I'm gonna need you to speak a bit louder. They also require us to say this stupid greeting but we'll learn about that later..”

Before you knew it, it was closing time and the mall was completely empty. It was just you and Steve.

“Alright, so cleaning is quite easy. I'm just gonna have you wash the dishes, and I'll mop as it does get quite sticky around here. All the gross kids. Uck.” He complained as he grabbed the materials from the back. You headed to the back as well, beginning your task.

After finishing, you find yourself walking to the front part of the tiny ice cream parlor, looking for Steve.

“Steve?” You say, looking around. Unbeknownst to you, Steve had just mopped that area. And he was planning to scare you, as soon as you turned the corner to the next door. As you got closer and closer, Steve jumped out yelling boo.

You immediately slipped and falling on top of Steve. Your face bright red, but to afraid to move or make any action as you were on top of the Steve Harrington.

Steve began to laugh as he slowly pushed you off of him. “You should've seen your face man, that was hilarious!” He laughed as you rolled your eyes, both still on the ground. You cover your flustered face, embarrassed to even look back up at Steve.

He gets back up, offering his hand to you. “Why so red, y/n? You know I'm not gay.” He chuckled as you stand up looking at the ground, flustered as you wish that maybe something more had happened there.

“But…” Steve Harrington whispered, as he pushed you to the counter were he put his arm to your side and harshly grabbed your chin. “You are pretty cute, I'll give you that.” He smirked and walked to the back, taking some of the remaining supplies with him to put to storage. You felt like you were melting, never experiencing this much contact with a dude, or with a girl for that matter. You didn’t know what to think, as you felt you’re stomach starting to tingle and your heart skipping a beat.

As he was walking, you followed behind him not quite sure what to help him with next. Forgetting how wet the floor was, you slip and manage to scrape your arm on the corner of the counter. You wince as you land on the floor with a big thud.

“y/n?” You hear Steve yell out. “What the hell was that?” He rushes over to where you are only to find you on the floor with your arm cut.

“Jesus Christ, you are so clumsy.”

You let out a chuckle as you stand back up, Steve motions you to follow him to the back.

You two sit on some chairs that were in the back and he begins to fix you up with a dingy first aid kit that was found in the storage.

“This looks almost as old as the supervisor..” He jokes, cleaning your wound up.

You look up at him, as he looks so concentrated on your arm. You feel your stomach begin to catch butterflies and your cheeks heat up again. You stare in awe as you begin to realize that how Steve’s been so kind to you this whole day. Even with all the rumors about you in high school, he still treated you like a human being and showed you respect and kindness. If we ignore the gay jokes.

He finally notices you ogling at him, and he clears his throat making you instantly look down.

“You know, y/n? If you have a crush on me you can just say that..” Steve teases. You instantly shake your head no, and he laughs at your quick response.

“I’m not gay, personally...” Steve states again, with a smirk on his face. You sense him getting closer, accidentally bumping knees with you. He puts his hand on your thigh, softly teasing you. You almost touch noses, as he says, “… But for you, I’d make an exception..”

Whether it was the adrenaline in your veins, or the uncomfortable tightening in your pants, you pushed yourself forward meeting lips with the one and only Steve Harrington.

Not really knowing how to kiss you press your lips against his. Expecting him to push you away, he caresses your face deepening the kiss. The butterflies in your stomach beginning to flutter even more. You feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, just stepping back from the kiss for a couple second as you begin to finally breathe.

“So you *do* have a crush on me.” Steve joked, his breath getting heavy as well. You notice the bulge in his blue shorts. You push the chair back and get on your knees, not quite sure were you were gonna go with this. You got closer to his crotch and unzipped his pants where his cock poked a bit out of his boxers. Your heart was racing, you looked back up at Steve as He was looking at you with desperate eyes, biting his lip as he did so.

“Suck, y/n.” He pulled his shorts further down, along with his boxers, revealing his erect member. He pushed himself a bit forward so the tip would be at your lips. Not quite sure what to do, you put your mouth and begin to suck on the the tip of his throbbing cock.

“God dammit…” You hear Steve groan out, “Just like that.”

You licked the sides of his cock, loving the feeling of seeing Steve in such pleasure. You took your other hand and began thrusting his tip onto his mouth. The tightness in your shorts becoming unbearable, zip down your pants and letting your tip slip out a bit.

“Up. On my lap.”

You went up on Steves lap, your cocks slightly touching. You began slipping off your shorts and boxers finally having your cocks touch. Steve licked his hand and began jerking your sensitive cock up and down, you rolled your eyes back in pleasure, your knees feeling weak as he continued to get jerk faster.

“Steve,” You moaned out, “I think I’m gonna cum, Steve.” You breathed out, collapsing in his chest as he continued to go up and down and even stopped just to rub your pre-cum around your tip. He stopped abruptly, as he saw your breath getting heavier.

“Not yet.” He smiled, as he took in his hand both of the members and starting to frot the two sticky cocks together. You gripped his shirt, as you let out whimpers and moans. You manage to find the courage to whisper out, “This is pretty gay, Harrington.”

He instantly begins to jerk faster, finally feeling your climax coming.

“Cum.” You hear in between his moans. You instantly release, white strands touching your chin and shirt. Steve looks at your flushed face, slightly chuckling, as he begins his trotting comes to stop, only for him to come to an end. His white strands of cum, meeting your chin and lips as well.

“Let's clean up, and I'll be seeing you tomorrow.” Harrington says, with a flushed face as well. He winks and one last time, he makes sure you understand; “But just to be clear sweetheart, I’m not gay.”

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x you

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