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JOE KEERY Finalmente L’Alba — Behind The Scenes

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STEVE HARRINGTON WITH A DUMBIFICATION OR SIZE KINK PLEASE OMFG😭

i want him to make me feel dumb and pathetic so badly

it's the fact that you read my mind anon???? how'd you do that ??? plus we all know steve is massive that’s an irrefutable fact

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Steve was… breathtaking.

There was nothing particularly different about him. Same quaffed hair, striped t-shirt, and faded jeans. His beat up sneakers were the same, even his breath had that typically minty scent that accompanied his gum.

But tonight, he was doing something to you.

You wanted him. So so so bad.

You’d been playing coy all night. Little brushes to his arms and those fuck-me eyes from across the table. But he only gave you those warning glances that said "not now" anytime you pushed his buttons. Sure, you were with the kids. And sure, it would be a little much to be all over him, or worse, ditch the kids before you got them all home. But to be honest, you couldn't really think clearly with him across from you in the booth. So close yet so far away.

How badly you want to touch him. Feel his heated skin, the taut muscle hidden beneath it, his pretty smile and the moles that line his face. You were working yourself up all night and you needed him desperately, it was becoming rather obvious.

But Steve was being stoic and cool, despite all your teasing, a feat he was very proud of. But he knew the second he got you home all bets were off.

You were looking particularly alluring tonight, too. Lips sticky with gloss, hair wind tossed, and that little skirt you insisted on wearing even though it showed a bit too much skin. Steve needed you just as badly, but he was doing a much better job at containing himself.

But the second he stepped foot in the house, his composure snapped.

"Stevie, please. Please, just kiss me."

“Easy, pretty girl."

His hand was holding your hip, keeping you pressed to the mattress so you didn't get the relief you were wanting.

"You going dumb, baby?"

"You going dumb, baby?"

Your head moved of its own accord, frantically nodding yes, willing to do anything to appease him; to get him to fucking touch you. You knew he was mocking you, no matter how sweet his words seemed, but you were too far gone to care.

He was impossibly hard, both at the sight below him and at the power he was holding over you. Pants and shirt long forgotten, he was hovering over you in just his boxers, watching you carefully. Your every twitch and jerk signaling how he could wind you up tighter.

Your hands were gripping weakly at his wrists now, your legs kicking about subtly, unable to think let alone control your body.

He kept his hand between your legs, slowly pumping into you shallowly with his ring and middle fingers, purposely ignoring your clit. His other hand moved from your hip up to your neck, giving you a slight squeeze before raking his fingers through your hair gently. Methodically, his hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb bumping against your lips, seeking entrance. You gave it willingly, sucking on his thumb desperately, happy at the small contact he was kind enough to give you.

Steve couldn't pull his eyes away from your lips. He couldn't believe you were here, lying on his bed, giving yourself to him. You were a dream, you must be. His lips parted gently as he focused on the feeling of your tongue swirling around his digit. He’d keep you here all night if he could, but he wanted to go even further. He wanted you pliant and brainless.

He pulled his hand from you, much to your chagrin, and pulled his fingers out from inside you, leaving you helplessly empty below him on the bed.

He could have sworn his heart stopped as your eyes darkened slightly, still giving him an innocent look, as you brought your hands up to play with your tits, giving yourself the relief you craved.

He was speechless standing there. God, you can't be real. His palms went to your sides, dragging your shirt up slowly to expose more and more skin, until he reached your chest, massaging you himself.

"Want you, Steve." You were so breathless, whimpering and mewling at his touch.

He chuckled a little at your desperation.

"How, sweetheart? How do you want me?"

It was cruel, but he wanted you to beg.

Your calves came up behind him, wrapping around the back of his thighs and pulling him in slightly. You grabbed his biceps and ran your nails up to squeeze at his shoulders, tugging him down an inch from your lips.

"Inside me, Steve. Need you in me. So bad."

You could hear him chuckle under his breath, but all you cared about at that moment was getting him on top of you. Your hips rose slightly, desperate for any semblance of friction, when he grabbed your sides and pushed you back down again. A pout formed on your lips, making him smirk.

"All right," he gave you a light kiss on the nose, grinning harder upon seeing you chase after his lips. "Sure, honey. I'll give you what you want. Since you asked so sweetly." You could tell there was something more patronizing behind his words, but your head was so empty, only thinking of the familiar stretch he promised to give you.

"Yes, y-yes, thank you. Thank you, Stevie. Thank you, I'll be so good." You were babbling now, and Steve found it precious. He had barely even touched you and you were already gone.

He leaned back now, grabbing your thighs, and spreading your legs as wide as they would go.

This was always his favorite position. You spread wide, a clear view for him as he first slides into you. He loves watching you stretch around him.

He lined himself up, then slid in slowly, watching your face contort and your hands come up to hide your face.

You've had sex plenty of times, but every time it always felt like you were practically being split in half.

"W-woah, Steve, hold o-on." Eyes squeezed so tight, your just doing your best to try and take him. He swears it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen: those first few seconds as you try to adjust to him.

Lightly, your hips started to roll, your confidence building up once again. You're grabbing at his hips now, his abdomen, trying to simultaneously push him away and pull him closer.

He's only in you about half way, but he always makes sure to give you as much time as you need, especially when you're so vulnerable beneath him. His hands grab your ankles now, keeping one pressed to the mattress and bringing the other one up to rest on his shoulder, manipulating you into a new position.

"God, you're such a little trooper, takin' all of me," he mumbled with a faint smirk on his lips. Stroking at your calf, he turned his head slightly and brought your ankle up to his lips, planting a small kiss there. Then another one, right on the insole of your foot.

Your cheeks heat up at the intense look he's giving you and you once again hide your face behind your hands at his brazenness.

He drops your leg, leaning down to press his front to yours. His nose brushes against your hands, prompting you to peak at him. You indulge him and his hands quickly find your face, his lips connecting with yours sweetly. All the love and adoration that could be seen behind his eyes was now being poured into his kiss and you could feel your heart beating a tad faster. He was always a man of action, and it never failed to make your lashes flutter and your stomach flip.

Just then, he pushed his hips that little bit further, his pelvis just kissing yours. You gasped at the stretch, Steve's lips now roaming around to suck and nip at your jaw and your neck and the spot right below your ear. Your pussy fluttered around him as he whispered faint praises into your skin. Languidly, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

One squeeze around him, then two, and he moaned at the feeling, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up a touch further to give him more access to your neck and collarbones.

"Steve. Please. Move."

You were certainly begging now, and Steve couldn't help but smile against your skin.

"Whatever you want, pretty. Whatever you want."

No matter how much he controlled you, you had him wrapped around your finger even tighter.

He was putting all his weight on you now, suffocating you in the best way possible. His hips raised, pulling out just a fraction. And for a split second he was still, locking eyes with you so intensely you almost had to look away, before he pushed into you again. It felt somehow deeper than before, thanks to this new position, and all you could do was mewl and run your nails over the expanse of his shoulder blades.

It was insanely good. Steve knew exactly how to read you and that only turned you on all the more.

His hands were roaming all over your body, wrapping around your waist and squeezing at your ass, anywhere he could possibly reach. Your legs were tangling with his and you found it hard to decipher where he ended and you began.

"How's it feel, baby?" Steve was thrusting so deeply now, rhythmic and slow, you could barely squirm underneath him he was so close.

"Yuh- yeah. Yes- ugh. Uh huh, yea-" You couldn't even get a coherent word out, just muttering little syllables between your moans and whimpers of his name. That only made Steve go faster.

"Ok, good." He was smirking down at you again, leaning down to attach his lips to your neck and suck a blossoming hickey for all to see.

You were gripping at his neck and shifting your hips so his pelvic bone brushed against your clit each time he thrusted into you.

He just felt so crazy deep. He was hitting that spot inside you over and over and you couldn't help but squeeze your eyes tight at the sensation.

His thrusts were steady and you quickly found yourself starting to rock your hips in tandem with his movements. Your back arched into his and your chest heaved in the thick, hot air around you. You were having trouble catching your breath.

There weren't any sounds in the room besides his occasional grunting and your soft whimpers and the slight rustle of trees just outside his bedroom window. It all felt so intimate and close and something that only the two of you shared.

Feeling that you were close now, he leaned back, resting his forearms on either side of your head, caging you in. You were drowning, all your senses numbed to anything besides him, his movements, his feel, his sounds. Your head was swimming with him and anytime you opened your eyes he consumed your vision. You grabbed onto the hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging down on him for a kiss. He granted your wish silently, kissing you so deep and wet you didn't even want to stop for air. You grabbed his face roughly, trying to express to him all the words you couldn't say.

His chest pressed to yours was burning and sweaty and you could feel your eyes rolling back as his hips started to waver, a sign he was getting close.

He grabbed both of your legs now, bringing them to wrap around his waist, letting him get that tiny bit deeper.

"Gah- Jesus H. Christ, Steve." You were tugging at his hair and breathing in his exhales and you still couldn't get enough of him.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" he asked you teasingly, lips brushing against the shell of your ear now.

"Shit, Steve. You're so deep." Your mouth was hung open wide and your nails were clawing at his neck.

The vibration of his chuckle shook you slightly and you could feel his lips press in that secret spot right below your ear. You groan at the juxtaposition of his gentle kisses and his deep, relentless thrusts.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. But you're doing so good for me." He pulled his head back, looking down to your navel. He pressed a hand there, feeling the bulge of himself through your skin, before groaning and thrusting deeper. He pressed down on your tummy, pulling a mewl from your lips.

"Feel me? Feel me right here?"

You couldn't even speak, just squeezed your eyes tight and gave him short little nods and whimpers.

His hands ran up your sides, squeezing at your waist and your shoulders, just soaking up the look and feel of you.

He pushed on your stomach once again, and you couldn't even describe the intensity of it. You threw your head back, Steve's thrust getting even more erratic.

"Kiss me. Please, kiss me, Stevie. I'm so clos-"

His lips cut you off, as well as a particularly hard thrust, which immediately threw you over the edge. His mouth swallowed up your moans and all you could do was grab at his shoulder blades and his arms and his cheeks.

You felt euphoric. You never wanted this moment to end. This closeness, this understanding you’ve never been able to find with anyone else.

It was only a few seconds later when he spilled into you, a groan leaving his lips. His head dipped down beside your ear and you could hear him panting your name lowly.

Your fingers ran through his hair, scratching at his scalp comfortingly, helping him through his high, your legs tightening around his waist and keeping him locked into you.

A couple of minutes passed with you two lying there, trying to catch your breaths, chests pushed together and arms wrapped around one another.

Steve peered at your face, a ghost of a smile coming over his pretty, sexed-out features. His hair was wild and the tips of his ears were a little red and you couldn't stop the sickly sweet smile from coming to your lips as well. You grabbed his chin, giving him a small kiss on the nose.

A light giggle of disbelief left him as you ruffled his hair gently, love struck at his cute demeanor.

"How do you do that?" you ask him, chuckling.

"How do I do what?" He slowly rolled off of you, now lying on his side, his head perched up on his arm, a dopey grin on his face and his eyes warming tenderly.

"Go immediately from plowing me senseless to giggling on top of me?" you poked at his chest accusingly, no heat behind your words.

"Hmm, I don't know..." Slowly, he leaned towards you, eyes flashing from your lips back up to your eyes. "Maybe we should go again and figure it out. You know, for science." He gave you a nonchalant shrug before planting his lips on yours.

You smiled against him as he slowly deepened the kiss, running his hand into your hair and pulling you in tighter.

You both pulled away, breathless.

"Yeah," you beam at him, rolling on top of him now to straddle him. Your eyes turn lusty and mischievous as you loom over him, connecting your lips in a slight peck. "I think I can help you out with that. For science, of course."

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your post about Steve keeping his eyes on you makes me think about the romantic scenario that ruins me all the time: being in a crowded room and you manage to make eye contact across it and have a silent conversation of like are you ready to go yeah I’m ready to go and just meeting in the middle bc you know each other so well and everyone else is like ????????

REAL SO REAL

you’ll be at a party and when you guys are getting ready you’re like “eh, steve, i don’t really know how long i wanna stay:/“ and he’s like “don’t even worry about it, baby:) you wanna leave, we’ll leave. we can hang out back here after:)” and you guys get there and you’re having a good time chatting and talking with everyone and the whole night you can feel his eyes flickering to you, watching over you a little, making sure you’re all good. and a lot of times he’s following after you and standing next to you in the kitchen all bashfully, playing with the hem of your shirt and talking to you, just under his breath so no one else can hear. little things like “you look so pretty when i see you across the room” and “what did jenna say to you” and silly shit like that. and you guys eventually wind up talking to two different groups across the room and you can feel your social battery beginning to die and you look over to him for a split second just to see where he is, and he’s already peaking over at you, still laughing at something one of his buddies said. and when he sees your kind of deflated half smile, his face drops just a tad and his brows crinkle with that little “you ok?” and you give him the most minute shrug. you’re friends can’t even notice it, but steve can read you from a mile away. and then you give the quickest glance to the front door and he’s clasping his buddies on the back and saying goodbye before he’s making his way over to you and helping you say goodbye to your friends. and he walks you to the car and you guys sit and listen to the radio in comfortable silence as he rubs little circles into your knee. and for the rest of the night he just gives you wordless little kisses and squeezes and sweet smiles and loving looks:)

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thinking of some things steve would/should say in that slutty deep voice of his….

t-tell me, does that feel good?

i’m just going to kiss your clit, baby, don’t get so worked up about it :)

this pussy’s so needy, sweetheart.

oh, is it too big? i’m sorry, angel, let me go slow.

take me so good, feel - feel you stretchin’ around me, oh good girl -

you can come, let me take care of you, make you feel good-

oh jesus, you’re s-so goddamn pretty.

open up for me, beautiful.

i know you can, let me help.

hold on, i’ve got you.

fffffffuck, don’t stop please don’t stop -

i-i’m good, i’m a good boy, please please please-

it’s so f-fucking sensitive, honey, ah!

y’know, if you wanted me so bad y’could’ve just asked. all nice and sweet, y’know? how you always sound. “steve, please fuck me.” can you say it for me? how about, “steve, i want you to bury your cock inside of me.” c’mon, let me hear it and i’ll give you everything you want.

you want my dick so bad? go on, use it. don’t act all shy now, pretty baby.

please, baby, let me have you, need to feel you - love you so much, angel, please? please?

i’m going to take such good care of you, baby. make you forget all the bad things in your pretty little head. will you let me?

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If you are a picky eater steve will gladly eat all of the stuff you don't like.

He will try to braid your hair and eventually he will start braiding el's and Max's hair two🥺.

I just know steve doesn't like reading but if you enjoy it, he will gladly take you to a library to pick books out, and will even lend you his book card thingy.🥺😫

yea christ he literally invented boyfriendism😔

you’ll go out to eat and he’s basically resigned himself to you eating half his food. he’s grown a bit of an affinity for the foods you don’t like, too. there’s never a meal where you’re not sharing food together, even if you’re half way across the room from eachother<3

he’s sooo bad at braiding your hair lmao, pieces falling out and dropping all over the place. and eventually you convince him to braid max’s hair too for when she needs to pull her hair back in her skating helmet. and sometimes he’ll braid el’s hair too, and it’s just very very soft and quiet as he’s trying to focus lol. he always pretends to be annoyed he has to do it, but you know he secretly likes practicing it and perfecting it, and you and max and el always tease him for it, until one day when he starts legitimately getting good and you three are a little shocked. but obviously you’d never admit that to him<3

he’s not a huge reader, but he’s a huge fan of you reading things to him because he “likes the sound of your voice” when he’s trying to fall asleep:) so he’ll take you and kind of lean against one of the shelves, twiddling his thumbs, as you’re darting about the place looking for things, and sometimes he’ll try to rant and ramble to you as you’re perusing, just hushed, little “god you won’t believe the lady we had come into work the other day…” or “did robin tell you anything about the new chick she’s talking to…” and you’re usually always half listening like “yep, uh huh, yea” and he’s just following you around and gesticulating all cute and he definitely gets shushed a couple times when he gets a little too enthusiastic or heated:) and sometimes he’ll stroll about all sweet and curious as he looks himself, and he usually always comes back with some random science fiction story or something like “will you read this one to me:)” and you, of course always say yes:) he just looks so cute looking up to read all the titles and strolling about the shelves with his hair all dreamy and his sweater and his jeans and his little waist as he pulls out random books to read the first page or two, and he’ll run his hand through his hair as he’s trying to determine if he wants to read more or not:) and he really doesn’t think he’s “smart enough” to read, but you’re constantly trying to convince him hes literally one of the smartest people you know and that he needs to be kind to himself<3

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this what what modern steve looks like to me. he wears his glasses and his hair is shaggy and he very strictly only lets you call him stevie and hes popular but private and hes a sweetie pie and he doesnt pay much attention to detail because hes steve but he always notices the nicest things and he loves your S necklace even though its so cliche and he wears a ring that reminds him of you that he takes of for nothing and no one and he is such a good kisser it cant be legal its so not fair

and he has the biggest fattest bestest dick ever and he gives it to u so good ☺️

this has been. rotting. in my inbox because i love it so much this is peak modern steve content right here. everything you said is so so so true woah.

he wears his glasses all the time but only after you BEGGED him to get a prescription. he refused to wear glasses before but then you said he’d look so hot in them and now he wears them every day:)

he has his hair kind of long and unruly but it’s always so soft and clean and silky because he takes good care of it, he just doesn’t always take the time to style it and sometimes he just wears a cap or a beanie because he can’t be bothered:)

and he grows a little mustache because you ask him to:) and he is very good about keeping it tidy and he always asks like “the stache still doin it for you?” and you’re always like “steve. you are hot always, but with that. you are actually so so so unbearably attractive.” and he always gets all mushy after you say that:)

and he only lets you call him stevie yeah. robin calls him it once as a little joke and you’re like . hm i kind of like that. so now when you call him it — usually when you’re feeling soft or he’s looking so sweet and boyfriend — a little blush always rises up from his neck to his cheeks and he always likes to pretend it doesn’t bother him but he’s so transparent with you, you can immediately tell. and when robin calls him that again he’s like “don’t. call me that.” and she’s like “but y/n calls you it all the time. she got it from ME you know.” and he’s like “i don’t like it when you say it.” but it’s really just because everytime robin says it, he immediately thinks of you and his face goes a little red:)

and he’s such a charmer when you’re out. he loves to schmooze a crowd, it’s residual from his king steve days. and he loves talking and chatting, but sometimes he doesn’t wanna be the center of attention, he just wants to stand off to the side with you and whisper and joke in your ear and gossip about people at the party. and he’s a little fake BAHAHA. someone will come up to him at a party and they’ll be like “oh my god! steve!” and he’s like “wow, hey! how’s it going! it’s been forever” and he’s laying it on so thick, but he’s really convincing, and the second you guys walk away you’re like “steve, who was that??” and he’s like “absolutely no idea, all i can remember is that he cheated on his girlfriend a couple years ago so we do not like him.”

and he can get kind of distracted at times, mostly by you, so he isn’t too in touch with a lot of things outside of you. he can tell from across the room if you need a refill on your drink, but he fails to notice when robin dyes her hair pink, he’s not always the most observant when it’s not pertaining to you but he tries:)

and he doesn’t really stay in the loop with a lot of things. like, he doesn’t know too much about the news or new music or social media or anything unless you tell him about it. so he’s like “hey guys! did you hear about that new BeReal thing??? y/n just told me about it:)” and everyone’s like “steve, that’s been a thing for like…. six months.”

and he got you that silly “s” necklace a couple months ago for an anniversary and he used some cheesy line like “so i’m always right there, by your heart☺️” and he was partially playing it up as a gag, but then you start to where it and never take it off, and he never really thought jewelry could do something to him, but just seeing it around your neck. knowing that your his and he’s yours and you wanna show everyone that. makes him a little dizzy and a little possessive :)

and you get him a ring a couple months later with both of your initials engraved into the side. and you try to keep it casual, like the ring isn’t a huge deal, like “well i have my necklace so i thought, i dunno, maybe you’d want something to wear too. for us:)” and then he wears it on his pinky every day and never takes it off and he’s very adamant about wearing it and never losing it. and he always fidgets with it when he’s anxious and he loves when you twirl it around his finger late at night when you’re holding his hand in bed:)

and he’s an amazing kisser yeah:( he knows exact how you like it and when you need him to be soft and when you need him to just take control and he’s a frequent kisser too. you guys aren’t really into pda at all, but i think he’s a big “kiss on the temple” in place of saying “hi” or “goodbye.” hes leaving the tip for the waiter at the restaurant and he’ll jog after you on the street and sling an arm over your shoulder and plant a little peck on your temple like “where to now? home? or dessert? or we can walk the block for a little while?” and when you visit him at work and he’s really excited to see you, he’ll come around the counter and he’ll give you one of those cocky smiles like “couldn’t stay away?” and he grabs your head with both hands and plants a kiss on your hairline and drags you into his side and behind the counter with an arm over your shoulders. and he’s like “thank god you showed up, robin was just about to start ranting about her stupid band camp again.” and then as robin starts rambling and getting lost in her thoughts, steve will lean down and press a little kiss into your temple and whisper a soft “hi:)” into your skin, before turning back to bicker with robin:)

yeah and his cock is huge, the first few times he literally insists on being on top and controlling how much he gets inside you because he’s afraid to hurt you. and he’s just like. really good in bed. the first few times you sleep together, you’re both a little clumsy and awkward, but you’re both just so giddy and giggly, it’s not scary or anything:) and after a little while, he just gets really really good at knowing what you like and how you like it and he really makes it a point to make your legs shake at least once every time because he’s nice like that:)

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should we all just kill ourselves

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this… just made me go insane. cause wait so steve with rings and wrapping his hands around your neck and him physically going crazy at how good his hands and rings look around your neck2?$.:$ LIKE DID THAT MAKE ANY SENSE I CANT THINK STRAIGHT RIGHT NOW

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NO NO I WAS THINKING THE SAME WE ARE LINKED DONT WORRY.

just like. . . ok casually at first like. you’re a little bit tipsy at a group hang out and you’re leaning against the kitchen island and steve’s caging you in with his broad shoulders and one arm on either side of you and he’s smiling down at you all cocky because he knows how sensitive and pliant you are when you’re a little drunk:) so he’s smirking down at you like “you wanna get outta here? how much have you had to drink tonight?” and his hand comes up to swipe some hair behind your ear, and then his knuckles brush against your jaw, and then — tentatively — his hand goes down to your neck, gripping onto the column and giving a testing squeeze brrrrrrrr. and his eyes glaze over when he sees the rings press into your skin and he feels your pulse pick up and he watches as your lips part just a little and he knows you’re so turned on right now and it’s not just because of the booze and he’s immediately like “d’you wanna go make out in the back of my car ?” and you’re like “uh-um yeah let’s go” and it’s a rushed goodbye and a silly, fun jog to his car and then an antsy drive to an empty parking lot before he’s helping you straddle his lap in the back seat hnnnggghhhhhh and his hand is on your throat the entire time, giving testing little squeezes, harder and harder each time, listening to the noises you make when his grip tightens and feeling how hot you are between your legs oh jesussssssssss

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kills myself

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giving steve head 😵‍💫 for an excruciatingly long time you’ve mentioned it before 😵‍💫

i have two heartbeats rn…. written on my phone bc the thoughts would not stop racing so sorry for any mistakes. also, this is dirty 18+ like actually filthy…

Steve’s been wound up and annoyed all night.

The night started at the drive-in. The air thick and hot and perfect for a night out. And you were falling directly into Steve's trap.

It's always innocent at first. When the movie started, you were sitting apart, only his hand resting on your thigh. Then, he started rubbing little, tight circles into your skin, and you decided to shimmy closer. Now, his arm was sling around your shoulders, pulling you in. Then you felt a slight tugging on the tips of your hair. The ends where twirling between his fingers smoothly and you had to tear your eyes away, back to the screen. Then there were his sneaking glances. Your face, the screen, your face, the steering wheel, your face, the stereo. Each time you caught him, he’d look away nonchalantly, innocently. And then there was the whispering in your ear. Nothing crazy, just about the abysmal acting or the poor effects, but his low tone never failed to work you up. A fact Steve knew perfectly well. And then you were playing with the fingers that rested on your shoulder. Looking at them innocently and rubbing at the knuckles. And then you kissed each one of his fingers.

And then the dam broke.

His lips pressed into the little spot right below your ear. He was pushing your hair back and kissing up your throat. You clawed at his shirt and ran you hands through his hair, messing up the locks. The kisses were sloppy and needy and actually quite embarrassing if anyone happened to see them walking from the concession stand back to their vehicles.

Steve was teasing at the button on your jean shorts and your fingers were sneaking under his top to brush over his skin. For a moment, you both pulled away, breathless, looking into each other's eyes for the go-ahead.

"Hey, we need a ride to the Hellfire Club meeting."

Steve didn't even speak, just gave them a "are you fucking joking?" look and a scoff before reaching up to roll the window back up.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah!" Dustin was waving his hands frantically in hopes to hold Steve off. "We'll pay for gas."

Steve snorts.

"Oh, yeah? With what money? Just last night you were begging me for ten dollars to buy a pizza." He rolled up the window once again, quicker this time around. Now finally rid of the two pests outside, Steve turned his attention back down to you.

You chuckle underneath him and give him a sympathetic look, gesturing at the two distraught boys standing outside. His eyes bounced from you, then to the boys, then back at you. He was fighting that internal battle - indulge your silent plea or pick up on his ministrations from earlier. His brows were furrowed and his lips were pulled into a contemplative, thin line. Once he starting raking his hand through his hair exasperatedly, you knew you got him.

"God dammit," he mumbled as he reached up to roll the window back down one last time. You could hardly contain your smirk or your chuckle at how easy it was to persuade him.

"Fine, you shitheads. Get in, we'll take you."

As the window went back up, you could hear a faint "Knew he'd cave" from Dustin and a shared high five from the other side of the door.

You and Steve detached yourselves and fumbled back up to the front awkwardly as the boys climbed in the back.

"How did they even find us here, anyway?" Steve mutters to himself as he starts the ignition. You give his thigh a comforting squeeze as he takes off towards the school.

The ride was silent, except for the faint sound of music plaing over the stereo and the gentle brushing up wind through the windows. Steve was clearly pissed. Even if his constant glares in the rear view mirror didn't get that across, his harsh grip on the wheel and his occasional disbelieving shake of the head did the trick. He can't believe he actually caved.

When he peaked over at you in the passenger seat, he could swear he saw an angel. Wisps of hair blowing in the wind and relaxed, content smile on your face. He couldn't help but notice how pretty you looked, which only made him angrier at the two interruptions sitting in the back.

Finally, the car pulled up to the front door of the darkened high school. Before Steve could even stop the car, the boys were bolting out, with Steve yelling out after them.

"Next time get a ride from Nancy! I'm done carting your asses around!"

A laugh rippled through you at his disgruntled state, knowing he will most likely be the one driving them home in a few hours, when you saw Max walking up to the car, backpack slung over her shoulder and Walkman dangling around her neck.

You shoot her a smile, always having a particular fondness for the redhead, as you grab Steve's arm to stop him from driving off.

"Hey." She looked upset, but you know better than to push her.

"Hey." You give her a kind smile and a little wave as she stops at your window.

She bends down slightly to get a look in the driver's seat.

"Hey, Steve." She looks less than enthusiastic, but you can see the little glint in her eye upon seeing Steve. Her little crush had always been a cute fact you kept from Steve.

"Sup, Max. Need a ride home?"

"Uh, the arcade, actually," she looked to her feet, then back at you, holding back some emotion. "I don't really wanna be home right now."

Your heart ached for her and you gave her a kind nod of understanding before telling her to hop in the back.

The ride to the arcade was also quiet, but the feelings in the air were sullen and somber for the poor girl in the backseat, headphones back on and staring longingly out the window.

You peak over at Steve and you both share a regretful glance as you pull up to the front door of the arcade.

"Thanks," you heard her mumble before she was swinging the door open and hopping out.

"Hey," you call out to her, making her spin back, "if you ever need anything... you know, a ride home, or to talk..."

You left it open ended.

"I'll be good, I think I'll probably just walk home." She obviously didn't understand the sentiment, or was hoping to avoid it.

You started to protest, but she was already heading into the building, throwing her headphones back on and heading to the back of the store.

"She'll be ok," you could hear Steve's whisper beside you.

You gave him a regretful look and he squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

"She's smarter than all the other guys put together," his voice was lighthearted, but you knew the truth behind it.

A breath you forgot you were holding wracked through you as you looked down at your hands. You shot him a reassuring smile in return.

"Let's get you home," he said, starting the car back up again.

"Wait, wait. Shouldn't we go check back in on Mike and Dustin? They may need a ride home."

Steve couldn't ignore the concern laced in your voice - no matter how much he wanted to leave those idiots to fend for themselves - so he just sighed and head in the direction of the school.

"Yeah... Yeah. You're right." He sounded defeated, slowly coming to terms with your foiled night.

When you reached the school, you could spot Dustin waiting outside on his walkie-talkie, hat under his arm and a dopey smile on his face. Just a few feet away from him on the sidewalk sat Eddie, obviously trying to offer the young boy some privacy.

"Hey, dipshit!" Steve calls out through the window, causing both of the guys to look up. "Quit your wooing and get in the car!"

You laugh at his snippy tone and watch as Dustin signs off before heading over to the car, annoyed. Eddie was following close behind and gave the younger boy an affectionate noogie then shoving him lightly towards the back seat.

"What's up, loverboy?" Steve teased as Dustin swung the door open, head hung low. "You need a ride home or what? Where's tweedledee?" He gestures back at the school.

"Mike's getting picked up by his sister, but I gotta get home before dinner," he says as he hops in the back once again, checking his belongings to make sure he has everything.

Eddie now saunters over to your side of the car lazily, as if he has all the time in the world.

You liked Eddie. He had always intrigued you. He was your lab partner in bio your senior year. He skipped often, but the few times he actually was there he was always very charismatic and charming in a unique way. A little flirty, but nothing too crazy.

He leaned down to your window, resting his arms on the door and peering in at you with that boyish smile. You couldn't stop a laugh from bubbling up in your chest at his animated movements and his goofy grin.

"How's it goin, hot stuff?" Eddie asks you, slightly brushing against your arm before looking across at Steve. "Hey, big boy. How's it hangin?"

You catch Steve's exasperated face and chuckle with Eddie at Steve's obvious dislike for him.

"Peachy," Steve clips, looking out the windshield annoyed beyond words. An amused smirk adorns your lips as you turn back to Eddie.

"How's life, Eds? Still flunking out of bio?" a hint of teasing in your voice.

"Har, har, har. Very funny." He tried to sound annoyed, but he could only really come across as fond. "I'm actually doing pretty good in bio, if I do say so myself. C+, baby."

"Oh, goodness me," you say with false sincerity. "A C+? God, take me now!" Your hands come up in a fake swoon as you lean back into your seat, much to Dustin's amusement.

Eddie was chuckling lightly at your mocking, before peaking into the back seat.

"Hey, D. Be good for mommy and daddy, now." He gestured at you and Steve, before sending you a shit eating grin.

You gave him a light shove off the car door and he flashed his signature smirk before stepping back from the car.

"See you around, honey."

Your eyes roll at him as Steve peels out of the parking lot once again, now heading for the Henderson household.

"Hate that kid," Steve mutters under his breath and you smirk at his creeping jealousy. "Freak."

Your hand reaches up and your fingers slip into the hair at the nape of his neck, hoping to distract him. You're successful, as his gaze turns towards you and you throw him a teasing smile and little, reassuring wink.

"You only don't like him because he flirts with your girlfriend." Dustin piped up from the back, causing Steve to shoot him a deadly glare through the mirror.

"He's not really my type," you say sultrily, giving Steve a heated look and a light tug on his hair.

You spot a slight blush creeping up his neck and he quickly changes the subject.

"Was that your little girlfriend on the walkie before?" Steve gives the boy a sly smile as he wiggle his eyebrows mockingly at him in the back seat.

"Shut up, Harrington," Dustin scolds as he kicks the back of Steve's seat. Steve shoots you a "what the hell was that for?" look that you can only laugh at before looking out the window quietly.

Steve was always good with the kids, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't give you butterflies subconsciously almost every time without fail.

Once you stopped in Dustin's driveway, you turned to give the curly-haired boy a brief "good night" before he was barreling inside, waving frantically back towards the car.

"Now," Steve was turning back to you, hand coming up on the back of your headrest, leaning in close, "what should we do with the rest of the night?" He says it so suggestively and you can feel your cheeks heating up a little.

His words were steamy, but his gaze was adoring. He couldn't look away from you neck, your lips, those eyes.

"God, you're pretty," he mumbles, you can feel his breath fanning over your face.

You grab him by the collar of his shirt, taking matters into your own hands, pulling him that little bit closer. Your lips brush and you swear you heard him whine at the contact. His eyes are closed and he looks so blissed out waiting for you two to connect. You smirk at his neediness; he's probably still worked up from the drive-in and he's just now letting it hit him again. You let out a low chuckle and place the faintest butterfly kiss on his plush lips.

You pull back and he chases after you, eyes still closed, waiting for another taste. He's stopped by your hand at his chest, and he opens his eyes in confusion.

Your eyes had that mischievous glint in them that never failed to make Steve a little nervous and excruciatingly horny.

"Take me home, pretty boy." You lips brush his with each syllable teasingly before you shove him lightly back towards the steering wheel with a smirk.

You don't have to tell him twice and he's gunning it to his house at the speed of sound.

Once he screeches in the driveway, he's out the second he pulls the key out of the ignition, racing over to open your door for you. You beat him to it and you're already walking the path to his front porch as he rears and shuts the car door behind you.

His slender fingers fumble with the keys - a great, big ball of nerves desperate to get you into the house and into his bed. You stand there patiently, arms crossed sensually and a smirk on your lips at how easy it is to get him flustered. He can be the coolest guy you know, but behind closed doors, you can have him a mess in seconds if you wanted.

He finally finds the key and opens the door - missing the hole multiple times - before you're strutting casually a few feet in the hall, waiting for him to close the door behind you.

He follows suit, really trying hard to keep his cool, as he turns to lock the door. The second he spins back to you, you're on him. Your dominant side didn't come out very often, but when it did, it turned Steve on to no end.

You're kissing his chin and grabbing at him anywhere you can. His biceps, his hair, the collar of his shirt, his belt loops. His shoulders are broad and taught when you grab them, planting a filthy kiss on his lips after hours of wanting and waiting.

The moan that leaves him is pure sin and you muffle it with your own lips as your sneaky hands continue to roam. Fingers under his shirt now, you rub little circles into his skin and his chest hair, driving him crazy. Something about keeping your clothes on and going at it in the hallway like a bunch of horny teenagers made it that much hotter.

You pepper kisses all over his face and tug at his clothes, desperate to gain more access to him.

"Don't- mmm- don't you think- fuck- don't you think we should take th-this to the bedroom?" He can barely get the sentence out between his heavy breaths and expletives and your interrupting kisses.

"I had something else in mind," you mutter teasingly before your lips wrap around his earlobe.

"Jesus- ok, I guess I can hear you out." His eyes are screwed shut at your dominance and he's trying hard to hold himself together. Eventually, he can't take the teasing anymore, and he grabs you by the waist, spinning you and pinning you beneath him against the front door.

"Enough with the teasing already." His words are stern but his short, little breaths take the punch out of it.

Leisurely, your eyes drag up his chest to meet his gaze. You peak at him under your lashes, once again giving him that innocent, mischievous look.

"I'll make it up to ya." Your voice is sickly sweet and Steve knows he's in for it. "For hauling those kids around all night."

Slowly, you began to sink to the ground.

"For teasing you all night."

Steve takes a small step back as your knees make contact with the floor.

"For talking to Eddie."

You give him a little smirk when the tips of his ears go red.

"We can finish where we left off earlier at the movie."

Your hands slowly reach up to his zipper, pulling it down, but leaving his button closed, just in case he said no.

As if he would ever refuse you like this. His eyes went dark and his hands started gathering your hair back out of your face.

You gave him a little grin, biting your bottom lip as you reached for his button, his boxers now peaking out at you through his jeans.

"You're gonna make it up to me?" he asks mockingly, egging you on further. "You really think I'll forgive you?" His taunting sends a heat straight through you and you reach up to tease under the band of his underwear. His skin pricks up in goosebumps at the contact and you chuckle lowly.

"Yeah, I think you're gonna forgive me..."

Slowly, so goddamn slowly, you free him from his boxers, leaving his pants hung low on his hips and his shirt rucked up just a little.

Your teeth find your lip once again at the happy trail before you. His grip on your hair tightens at the base of your neck at your excitement.

Your legs squeeze together when you notice the slight precum leaking from his tip; you have to close your eyes for a split second to contain yourself.

With you peaking up at him now, all his thoughts are gone. Every sarcastic, suave, cocky thought he's ever had is replaced with images of your lips wrapped around his dick.

"Go ahead, honey," he pushes you further and you can't stop yourself from raking your nails over the jeans at his thighs as you put your lips lightly around the tip.

It's so light, it's almost painful, and Steve throws his head back lightly, releasing his hold on your hair and running his fingers through his own.

His reaction only pushes you further and slowly your tongue starts to move over the slit at his tip, your touches still feather light.

He's groaning now; he can't even look at you or he won't be able to control himself. The palms of his hands are pressing into his closed eyes harshly; you would almost think you're hurting him.

Your lips pop off his dick and your eyes give him a guilty look.

"Does it hurt?" you ask innocently, knowing damn well it doesn't hurt, but wanting him to beg you for it.

His head whips down to you, desperation clear on his face.

"No, no, no. God, no, beautiful." He's grabbing your head once again and guiding you back to wrap around him. "Please," he says it so pathetically, you finally give in, clamping your lips tightly around his shaft, a little further down this time.

A low moan leaves his throat as he reaches both hands up to steady himself on the door behind you, slowly benign forward so his forehead eventually meets the door as well, all the while looking down at you with pure disbelief in his eyes.

He can't believe how filthy you look. If he doesn't contain himself he's gonna blow his load way too soon and wind up kicking himself later.

Those big, beautiful eyes peak up at him again as your hands wrap around the backs of his thighs, keeping him pressed closed to your chest.

He starts to feel a slight suction from your mouth and his hands tighten into fists on the door, his knuckles turning white and his jaw hanging slightly.

Your hands grip his legs and pull him closer, taking more of him into your moth, now teasing your throat.

You have never looked hotter or sweeter or more beautiful than right now and Steve can start to feel his orgasm approaching far sooner than he expected.

His hands are on your head again, right by your ears, as he tries to pull you off gently, hoping to hold off his own pleasure for as long as possible.

But, his actions only make you want more, now pushing yourself even further down his cock until you've taken all of him, choking slightly, and then sucking once, twice, and a third, extra hard time.

"Fuck- ease up, sweetheart." He's pulling you away again and you finally release him, your hands still gripping at his thighs. "Gonna make me cum down your throat."

His lips are puffy and his eyes are dazed and his chest is heaving and you wanted nothing more than to feel his load in your mouth that very second.

“Please, Stevie… I want it in my mouth.”

You were asking so sweetly and politely, how could he possibly refuse.

“Jesus- Fine, fine.”

He's softly brushing away the little flyaways from your face and stroking your check when you wrap you lips around him one last time.

He can barely think, barely function, too overwhelmed with want and need and the knowledge that you want him just as much.

Your hand reaches down now to palm at his balls and the other strokes the last few inches of his dick at the base.

He's so wet and it feels filthy, but god, does it feel amazing. His grip on your hair is tighter now, pushing you down on his cock.

Your mouth moves up and down, bobbing deliberately, and your little gags only push him further. He can feel you taking in little breaths through your nose, trying so hard to be good for him.

The second your eyes flash up to his, he's a goner, groaning your name and gripping at your head and squeezing his eyes painfully tight. His fingers run up to grab at his hair and at the wall, anywhere to find purchase and ground himself through his pleasure.

His cum is thick and hot down your throat and it's exactly what you wanted. Your throat already feels bruised, but you can barely feel it. His hips stutter so prettily and you just can't bring yourself to let go of him. Your eyes drift closed dreamily and you take a moment to catch your breath with Steve.

You sneak a peak back up to him. He's so pretty like this, bending over, eyes closed trying desperately to take in as much air as possible. His hands planted on the wall behind you and his chest rising and falling deeply. Something about he look of him drives you wild and you want him. Again.

You want him so bad.

You begin to such again, causing Steve to snap his eyes open at the overstimulation, gripping at your hair again to get you off.

Hands moving slowly, you slightly start to wring around his dick and squeeze his balls firmly.

"Shi- no, no, wait- wait." He's so breathless, he can barely register what's happening before he can feel another orgasm building up again.

You can't stop. Your tongue rakes over the underside of his dick as your lips seal air-tight around him. You can feel the wetness forming between you legs at the power you're holding over him right now, but your own pleasure can wait.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, please." His voice is so whiny and breathy and he doesn't even know if his "please" is supposed to deter you or spur you on. The pleasure is too much, it's painful, and his face is pinched up so tightly he thinks he might hurt himself.

You're bobbing your head quicker now, building up so much spit it drips down slowly to the hardwood floor below you. The muscles in his arms are so tense and it only makes you crazier, pulling off completely to place kitten licks all over him as you pump him with both hands.

"Give it to me, Stevie. Give me another one. I want it so bad. Please, god, cum for me."

Your words send him reeling and he's cumming again, a lighter load than before. His cum spatters your face and you can't help but moan at the feeling.

"God, fuck fuck fuck." His voice is so high and whiny and desperate and it's the hottest thing you've ever hear. He's holding your head so tight and his forehead bumps against the door over and over as his knees slightly start to buckle.

He's in that position again, looming over you, completely blissed out. You reach up and wipe his spend from your face with a finger, waiting until his eyes open to pop it in your mouth alluringly.

He's completely gone, eyes blown wide with lust and his nerves set on fire all over his body.

His hands wrap around your jaw and he pulls you up gently. He bends further down to meet you halfway and give you a sloppy kiss, his tongue fighting into your mouth.

He won't ease up, his lips pushing and sucking and his tongue hot and wet exploring your mouth. Once he finally pulls away, you're panting, resting your forehead against his to stabilize yourself.

Your eyes drift open slowly to meet his gaze and you can't help the little smile that creeps on your face once reality sets back in.

"So," you reach a finger up to wipe at the corner of your mouth teasingly, "you forgive me yet?"

He gives you a dreamy smirk and kissed you one more time on the corner of your lips.

"Yeah... Yeah, I forgive you."

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waking up to find a shirtless steve standing in front of the mirror shaving . his back muscles going absolutely sicko mode with each movement . just standing there staring at him bc he's so sexy

i’m gonna fuckinh khshhgggggggggggggggggg

you wake up in one of his shirts and the bed just smells like him:))) and he’s in the bathroom across from the bed and the door’s wide open (he likes to have it open in case you wake up) and he has the light on and he’s looking in the mirror, shaving cream on his face and he’s holding the razor to his skin and he’s only in boxers and socks<3 and his arm is up and tensed and he’s concentrating so hard and his profile is just so hnggggh so early in the morning his nose and his jaw jutting out as he shaves and he’s leaning forward just a tad to get a better view in the mirror, and in turn giving you a better view of his back <33333 the moles scattering up the toned muscles and his skin pulled taught and his shoulders shifting as he shaves oh lord . and you really don’t even wanna bother him because he’s being all hot and you’re really getting a full show from him doing next to nothing. and the plates in his back just keep tensing and flexing and it’s turning you on just a little bit and it’s giving you flashbacks to last night scraping your nails up and down his spine and he eventually peaks over at you to check to make sure you’re still asleep but he spots you staring and he’s like “you spyin on me creeper? :)” and you’re like “steven you’re so inhumanly hot did you know that?” and he chuckles to himself like “yeah yeah i’ll be done in one second” and he finishes up and you’re still smiling and staring at him because he truly does not even know how pretty and hot he is. he literally does the bare minimum and you’re like ugh i love him and he splashes some water on his face and he’s peaking over at you with a smile as he pats his face dry with a towel and he’s a bit turned to you now so you can see his tummy and his happy trail and his bulge sighhhhh</3 and he tosses the towel and saunters over to you, arms crossed, toned biceps on full display, like “how long’ve you been staring:)?” and you’re like “hmmm. not that long:)” and he leans down to give you a kiss, a small chaste one, just to tease you a little, rile you up because he knows how you can get, and he’s smiling against your lips and pulling away too soon, his lips still brushing yours, all playful whispering “what was that again about me being hot?” and you’re like “hmmmmm. don’t remember :) remind me?” and then he hops into bed and holds you and kisses you proper goddamnit and his arms are just. so strong and toned and warm :) and you’re rubbing your hands up and down his back and feeling his muscles flex back there and you grab his messy hair and touch his pretty nose wow what a guy i literally need to put him in my mouth.

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steve harrington playlist 🤭🫶

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𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑚

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𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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It's humid. So impossibly humid. Your lungs can barely find air.

You're waiting patiently in your car as the rain batters down on your poor windshield. It's almost impossible to hear the tune that plays over the radio; the lyrics are lost in the drowning sound of raindrops, but the bass is still slightly detectable.

The parking lot of the Family Video was empty and boring except for the bright neon sign at the front of the building. It was date night, a rare occasion reserved for the summer, but the night was looking bleak. You weren't really in the mood for a full dinner date in your soggy state, clothes absolutely soaked through from your twenty second bolt to the car.

You truthfully didn't mind the rain; you didn't even really mind the humidity either. It was like a warm, wet hug. The thick air mixed with cool drizzle reminded you of late, rainy nights on family trips to the beach.

This summer had been particularly unpredictable for weather, but you much preferred the cool rain over the scorching sun.

The second the raindrops meet the sweltering concrete, they begin to evaporate, leaving a comforting mist swirling around your car.

The next thing you know, the driver's side door swings open, letting in a cacophony of pittering and pattering from outside. You slide over hastily to the passenger seat so he can take your spot.

You can't help but smile when you see him.

Steve is completely soaked, more so than you, and his uniform is a little crumpled and tattered in places. Upon closer inspection in the dark, you faintly catch the glint of little droplets falling from the locks hanging at the front of his face, dripping all over the steering wheel.

His face has a slight sheen from the rain, and he just looks so pretty it's almost impossible to look away. He moves so pleasingly, a little clumsy, but still pleasing. He's breathtaking like this; comfortable, natural Steve. You've always loved to watch him when he thought no one was looking.

The first thing he does before even starting up the car is lean over to grab your face with a wet hand, giving you a quick, chaste kiss. He misses your lips slightly, planting one right at the corner of your mouth instead. It's sweet habit he’s adopted. You can feel your cheeks heating up slightly at his brazenness before he turns his attention back to the ignition and turning on the air, probably in hopes of drying out his clothes.

You're taken aback. Not from the kiss, Steve always insists on kissing you as much as possible in private. You're taken aback by someone so painfully beautiful wanting to kiss you.

You always thought you were just average. Boringly average. Not particularly pretty or witty. Not too interesting or too boring. Just, average. You hated your simplicity.

So it kind of shocks you every time you remember you're with him. With Steve. It’s like a little surprise present each time you look over at him. A small gift you were given.

After fumbling with the vents for a few minutes, he peaks back over at you, doing a slight double take at your baffled expression.

"What's with the face?" he gives you a puzzled stare, still adjusting the vents towards his dripping clothes. "Not happy to see me?"

You don't seem to actually hear him; you're still too focused on the small raindrop rolling down the front strand of hair, following its trajectory down to the seat below. It was stupid. So stupid how his hair could still look good in the rain and humidity. He would be happy to hear that.

"Yoohoo?" he gives a light whistle, rapping a knuckle gently against your forehead. "Anybody home?"

"Huh?" you ask, finally popping out of your train of thought to meet his gaze.

Steve's heart always skips a beat when you look at him like this. Eyes wide and full of astonishment. Astonishment at what, he never knew. Your hair was still slightly damp from the rain, with a little bit of frizz shooting out at strange places from the unwavering humidity. Your lips were still wet, as well as your clothes, but you looked beautiful. Like, really fucking beautiful. You always looked stunning dressed up for a night out or for heading off to work, but something about your casual state late at night always made his chest ache. You had this undeniable natural beauty, especially at night, that he never could seem to get over.

That's why he always loved when you picked him up after a late shift at work. You're really only apart for a few hours, but the anticipation of seeing you at night would be almost painful.

You always arrive just on time - never too early, never too late. You'd pull up with the music faint, your window rolled down to greet him, typically with one of his over-sized t-shirts on. He'd tried buying you one of your own, but you insisted on his. He would always stop a few inches from your car, arms crossed over his chest, signature smirk on his lips, before he'd lean down to rest his forearms on the window frame. He usually gives some stupid line. "’Sup, hot stuff?" or "New in town?" are some of his favorites. You always have a quip at the ready. ("In your dreams, pretty boy" usually does the trick) He leans in slowly for a light kiss, staring at your lips the entire time. He barely even pulls away, your lips still brushing, and he'll whisper against you "miss me?" with you replying "a little," your face heating up. Another kiss, a little needier this time, before you pull away completely. Steve always chases after your lips as you slide into the passenger seat to let him drive.

You two never kissed too often in public, but on these late nights when the parking lot was empty, Steve just couldn't stop himself. Something about seeing you in his clothes, waiting for him.

But this night was different. Tonight it was still raining, pouring now, and you hadn't opened the windows for him. You didn't have the the windows rolled down or a quip at the ready. You looked... dazed actually. Like you didn't exactly know what was going on.

Tonight you were bundled up to protect from the rain. You layered a few of his shirts: a long-sleeve stripped shirt beneath a preppy collared tee, all covered by his grey jacket, collar upturned. You stuck with a pair of shorts and flip flops, which also were soaked through, and you looked... confused.

“Yeah, sorry. What’d I miss?“ you ask, still frozen in place.

“You're lookin' at me like I'm crazy.” He stops and reaches his thumb up between your eyebrows, rubbing at the crease that has formed there. "Relax. You're gettin’ wrinkles," he mumbles as you drop your confused look. "What's up?" he asks quietly, still rubbing circles into your forehead, concern now taking over his face.

"Nothing," you utter back, nudging his hand away to turn forward in your seat, avoiding his gaze. You start to fiddle with the edges of your jacket, hopelessly ignoring Steve's burning stare.

"Oh... ‘Nothing,’" he mimics you, a hint of teasing in his voice.

You roll your eyes, still finding your jacket awfully interesting.

"Well, perfect. Cause you seem 100% fine. Tooootally a-ok. Not a care in the world," he teases, slowly leaning down to try and catch your gaze.

You peak up at him then, giving in knowing that if you don't spill eventually, he'll just keep bringing it up all night.

“It’s just that-“ You turn to face him, but the words start to die on your lips upon seeing him. He’s turned fully towards you, his right leg bent onto the seat, one arm resting on the steering wheel and the other holding the back of your headrest. His hair was slowly starting to dry now; it looks kind of wild, shooting up in all directions, but it still makes your heart skip a beat or two. His brow is furrowed up, waiting for you to tell him what’s wrong. You look down to your hands, trying to remember what you were going to say.

“It’s just-“ You fiddle with your fingers, a nervous habit. One Steve knew well.

He abruptly reached his hand out to hold yours, making your eyes snap back up to his.

“Hey,” his face was much softer now, no traces of teasing. He could be so sincere when he wanted. “Hey... What’s wrong? Can you tell me?”

You hated this. You hated not being able to voice the thoughts that were racing through your head. Your nerves very rarely got to you, but when they did, it was nearly impossible to speak your mind. Steve's always been extra patient with that.

Though not amazing with his own feelings, he was still one of the best listeners you've ever met. So patient and supportive. And caring. So caring. It made you mad sometimes, when he was like this. You don’t even know why. Maybe you never thought you deserved treatment this gentle. It always made you feel even more guilty. A burden.

You sigh, letting your nerves give way to annoyance.

“It’s just that you’re always so… nice. To me. You’re always so nice.” You pull your hand out from his, opting to cross your arms exasperatedly instead.

Steve’s confusion only grew.

“I’m… too nice to you? You're not making any sense.”

“I don’t know, you’re patient and you’re kind and you help me through things… It’s annoying.” You knew you sounded crazy, but you couldn’t help it. Unfortunately, Steve usually took the brunt of your frustration. Not that he minds too much.

“So- So, what?” he shifts now, looking out the windshield, almost as if he was searching for some answers. “I should be mean to you? Be an asshole? Is that what you want-“

“No no, god, Steve, no. Obviously I don’t want that-“

“Alright so what then, I- I- I can’t help you through things, I can’t be sweet with you?” he was flustered now, waving his hands about endearingly and stuttering over his words, talking a mile a minute. He was adorable. And it only made you angrier.

“Ugh, no, Steve-“

“Because I'm always gonna be nice to you, I'm sorry, I can't help it! But I don't want to be this big sap and freak you out-“

“Steve-“

“And I obviously want to be nice to you, you’re my girlfriend-“

“Steven-“

“But now you’re pissed and I feel bad for pushing it, I just wanted to make sure you were ok-“

“Harrington-“

"I mean, if you don’t want me to be nice to you, well- Well, I don’t think I can actually do that-“

“Steve! God, you're too good for me!"

He instantly quiets at your outburst, breathing heavily from his ranting. The look he gives you nearly breaks you.

“What?” His voice is so soft, you can barely hear him. Somehow, he was able to look even more confused, and a little hurt.

“It’s just that you’re always helping me through things and taking time to get to know me and, I don’t know, sticking around? Like, I'm complicated and you’re always trying to figure me out. You want to take care of me. It's weird.” You give him a look but he doesn’t really seem to be following. A sigh leaves your lips and you look down to your hands to steel yourself before meeting his gaze once again. “You're amazing. The greatest guy I know. You’re- You’re funny and handsome and sweet and- And you’re like the perfect guy. The perfect boyfriend. And it’s intimidating.” You're eyes darted everywhere - your hands, the center console - anywhere to avoid Steve’s desperate gaze as you reveal all the insecurities you’ve been fighting ever since the start of your relationship. “It’s like… I’ll never be enough. I’ve never… No one’s ever wanted me before and it’s weird because the first guy I get is… well perfect. And it does make sense to me. Like, you could have anyone in Hawkins. There are at least ten girls I can list right now that are better than me in a twenty mile radius. You have chicks fawning all over you. I mean you’re ‘the King’ and I'm just, I don’t know, average? And it feels like I'm with you on accident. Like some fluke thing that plopped into my lap that I don't deserve. Any day now you're gonna wake up or run into someone better on the street and leave me. And I wouldn’t even blame you cause it’s like, why be with me when you could have someone infinitely better. God, but that’s the thing, you would be so goddamn sweet about it too - letting me down easy, wanting to stay friends - all that. Or worse, you wouldn't leave me at all out of pity. Because you're that guy. The gentleman that actually cares about the girl's feelings.

“And when you comfort me or console me, you have this stupid habit of always knowing what to say. It makes me feel even more inferior. And the worst part is that’s it’s not even your fault. It's me. It’s my abysmal self-worth that fucking ruins everything.”

You finally risk a look at him now. His face was set, listening to you intently. It seemed like he was waiting for you to finish fully.

You start again.

“I try so hard. So hard to be enough. And you just do it effortlessly and I'm stuck trying to keep up….” You look down to your hands finally in defeat. “I know it's childish and selfish and shallow and insecure, but it’s what I feel. I hate that I feel this way. I hate it. I love being with you, more than anything, but…. But it hurts me. It hurts sometimes to be with you. Every time I'm with you, I'm confused. You picked me and it makes no sense. I can’t figure it out.”

The car was silent for a little while. All you could hear were Steve’s feather light breathes and the rain tapping against the car.

Slight tears began to form in your eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. More of frustration. Frustration for feeling like this, for making Steve put up with you, for putting him through this. Frustration from having to say it out loud.

With the silence still deafening, you thought now was as good a time as any to leave. Your hand started to reach for the door handle. Might as well make this as painless as possible.

“I'm just gonna walk home-“ you started pushing the door open and preparing yourself for the rain, just as Steve reached across the seat, pulling the door closed himself. His hand gripped on to yours at the handle and you could feel his breath at the nape of your neck. It sounded uneven, laced with sadness or anger, but you didn’t want to turn around and find out which.

“Please,” his voice was barely a whisper. “Just… Stay here. With me.”

He, too, sounded defeated. You took a shaky breath and let go of the door, dropping your hands back into your lap. You were quickly starting to regret your confession.

Steve said your name quietly, hoping to catch your attention. When you refused, you could feel his hand pull your chin towards him. You reached up quickly to wipe your tears in an effort to spare whatever dignity you had left.

“Hon…” he was looking at you with the saddest eyes. “Tell me you haven’t been feeling like this the whole time…”

You looked down as much as you could in his grasp, shame and embarrassment washing over you.

“God,” he let out a humorless laugh and put both hands on the steering wheel, staring out the front window. “It’s funny… Cause I’ve been feeling the same way about you.”

You were not expecting that. Thinking you must have misheard him, you shoot him an incredulous expression. He was still looking out the window, obviously speechless himself.

“I couldn't believe it, honestly. When you agreed to a date with me.” He couldn’t face you; he instead opted for running his hands through his hair exasperatedly. “I could barely work up the courage to ask you. Shit, Robin had to push me to do it. But I never thought you’d actually say yes... But then you did.” He looked to you timidly. A slight chuckle slipped from him as he rubbed a hand over his face in humorous disbelief. “Christ, I was so nervous for that first date. Robs teased me for days afterwards for how long it took me to get ready… Didn’t matter though.” He took on the most enamored expression, as if he was reliving the memory. “You showed up. The most beautiful I’d ever seen you.”

Your face heated up again, looking down at your hands bashfully.

“I was just wearing a t-shirt and jeans,” you say, trying to justify yourself.

“Exactly! Exactly…” he looked at you wistfully, surprised you still didn’t get it, but not annoyed in the slightest. “You didn’t have to try. You’re just… you. You didn’t have to spend hours in the mirror getting ready… because you were already perfect.”

You laughed at his earnestness, still wiping some stray tears from your eyes.

“No, no, I’m serious,” he looked at you with an urgent expression, reaching his hands out to you, accentuating his point. “It’s like you said. You do it effortlessly and I'm just trying to keep up…”

He looked as if the gears were turning in his head, scrambling to put together the words.

“You’re perfect... You’re funny. You’re smart. You’re beautiful and easygoing and creative and- fuck, I just love being around you. I like who I am when I'm with you... But like you said, it’s intimidating. You’d never judge me of course, I know that, it’s just that… I want to be a better person, for you.”

He laughs again, still dumbstruck.

“Out of all the guys- All the guys in Hawkins- You chose me first. Hell, I don’t care if you’ve been with a hundred people, or- Or none, I just can’t believe you chose to spend even a fraction of your time with me.” He looks at you again with a dopey smile. “I mean seriously. Babe, I haven’t been ‘the King’ of Hawkins in a long time. I work at FV and I hang out with a bunch of dorks who play D&D. My name is Steve for fuck’s sake. What’s more average than that?”

A laugh ripples through you as you finally realize that it didn’t matter what anybody thought. You both may be average… but to each other, you were everything.

Gently, oh so gently, Steve scooted closer to you. Slowly, a warm hand finds purchase on side of your neck. You sniffle at his softness and give him a reassuring smile to combat the concern still evident on his face. He raised a brow at you, giving your neck a slight squeeze, a wordless “you ok?”

“I’m good,” you say with a soft smile, eyes still slightly red from crying, but you were feeling much better.

Steve's heart melts at that, a mixture of pride and love welling up inside him.

“You’re good,” he confirms warmly, pulling you in closer and planting a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. "But you gotta tell me.” He pulled away and looked at you then, really looked at you. “I know it’s hard. God, I can barely do it, but you gotta tell me next time when somethin’s up. You gotta let me help you. I wanna help you. These insecurities you’re feeling, everyone's had 'em at one point or another. You aren’t alone, I promise you that."

He was giving you his fatherly tone he took with the kids, but his eyes looked so sweet. You nod and he gives a small one in return before pulling you back in tightly, his chin resting atop your head. You could hear a sigh of relief leave him, and you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same. Slowly, your breathing started to sync with his, and you swore you could fall asleep right then and there.

You both just took a moment. A moment to hold each other, to relish in the comfort of one another. It was like a small weight had been lifted off the both of you.

“‘Kay,” Steve said, throat tight as he released you from his grasp. You could have sworn you saw him swipe away a stray tear in the dark, but it was so quick you could have imagined it. “Let’s get you home.”

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𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓.ೃ࿔

𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

18+ 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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It was early in the morning. The sun had just started creeping through your bedroom window. You took a deep breath in, hoping to breathe some energy into your lifeless form, as you gently opened your eyes. The room was glowing, golden from the morning sunrise. You smiled gently at the picturesque scene before you. You felt some shifting next to you and stilled completely, hoping not to wake him up. 

Slowly, the events of last night drifted into your mind, giving you newfound clarity you didn’t have the night before after five or six drinks. You and Steve had gone out last night to party with your friends and had gotten back to your apartment late…

As you stepped into the front door, you both were a flurry of groping hands and needy moans.

“I need you,” Steve mumbled against the bare skin at your navel. He was on his knees now, drunkenly trying to undo the button on your  pants. You grip his face with both hands, leaning down to give him a sloppy kiss on the mouth, you also not in your right mind. He stood up slowly, keeping his lips pressed to yours, when he gently started dragging you to your shared bedroom.

Once you got to the bed, you managed to pull his shirt over his head to pepper wet kisses along his chest and stomach. You followed every mole on his body and made sure to give them each a kiss, following them like stars in a constellation. After a while, Steve couldn’t take it anymore and with a small, whiny “Please” you were convinced to crawl back up his front to find his lips once again. With a little bit more fumbling, you were both in your underwear and wrapped up in the covers, just taking time to squeeze and caress each other's skin. 

The memory of your time together slowly came back to you in the sunrise’s golden glow and you smiled softly, looking down with adoration at the mess of hair lying next to you. You looked curiously down further at the arm that trailed down your front. His fingers were still in your underwear and delved in your folds. You both had fallen asleep almost immediately after last night's activities and neither of you had any energy left for aftercare. You snuggled closer to him, pressing your face into the nape of his neck and taking a deep smell of him - a weird gesture that you could only get away with when you two were completely alone. You really loved his smell, especially after sex - his sweat mixing with the sweet scent of your shampoo he had taken to using. Suddenly, you hear a deep groan and you feel your boyfriend slowly shifting beside you. Pulling your head back, you get a better look at his face. His brow was furrowed, obviously unhappy to be rising at such an early hour after your outing last night, and his lips were pouted together, his hair a mess atop his head. You also loved the way he looked when he first woke up in the morning; he always had his signature pout upon his face just before he opened his eyes. His right eye peaked open, keeping the other eye twisted shut to protect him from the sunrise’s light. 

“You watchin’ me sleep, creeper?” he says to you, driving you crazy with his raspy morning voice.

You smile and roll your eyes. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington…” you say, your smirk taking the punch out of your statement.

He closes his eyes fully and smiles so sweetly you think you might blush. He reaches his hand out - the one that is free, that is - and pulls you closer. As he moves his other… preoccupied hand, his eyes pop open in shock.

“Did I… fall asleep…?” he asks, gesturing to his hand between your thighs

“You’ve been there all night…” you say, just as shocked as him.

“Well, then...” he says against your neck, fingers starting to twitch between your legs. “Why don’t we pick up where we left off last night?” he says flirtatiously, now nibbling at your earlobe.

“Steve-” you say breathlessly, still trying to wake up fully.

“Hmm?” he hums against your ear.

His fingers swipe gently through your folds now, before stopping at the little bundle of nerves, making your body jolt awake. You gasp lightly, making Steve smirk proudly before giving your clit a slight rub. 

“Feel good?” 

“Mmm-hmm,” you moan, eyes and lips squeezing closed at the sensation. Your hand grabs at his arm, unsure whether you're trying to stop him or guide him further.

“God, love, I want you…” Steve says breathlessly against the shell of your ear.

“Stevie,” you moan out, now placing kisses along his collarbones. You could feel his cock slowly starting to harden against your thigh. You take a hand and slowly reach into his boxers. When you make contact, his hips thrust forward slightly as he looks down, mouth agape, at your hand wrapped around him. 

He looks back up at you, brows furrowed in pleasure. You bite your lip and give him a sultry look.

“Take me, Harrington,” you say, voice breathy.

“God baby-” he moans against your skin again. He keeps his hand in your panties, but reaches around to cup your ass, giving your cheek a tight squeeze while pulling you closer, your pelvises meeting. Finally, he kisses you sloppily on the mouth once again, both of you channelling all your need into one another. Morning sex happened often between you two, as you were both at your neediest at the start of the day. Your hand leaves his boxers and both arms come up to wrap around his shoulders as he rolls flush on top of you. He slowly kisses down your jawline, once again stopping at your ear.

“I want you shaking beneath me…” he grumbles into your ear. All you can do is whimper at his words. “I’m gonna-”

“Steve?!” 

You both freeze upon hearing his name on the other side of your door. You hear your name being called, too, now from a different voice, and Steve groans and drops his head onto your shoulder, annoyed. 

“Are you guys awake in there?” you recognize the voice now as Dustin. The gang often frequents yours and Steve's apartment as a fun new hang out spot away from parents’ prying eyes.

You close your eyes, letting your head drop back, releasing a deep sigh as Steve rolls off from on top of you. 

You both give each other a look that says “Of course” before Steve pulls his hand out from your underwear. His fingers still glisten from your juices and he slowly pushes his fingers into your mouth, which you suck whole heartedly, as his eyes darken. You release them with a pop and give him a chaste kiss on the lips, pulling the blanket up to fully cover you both. He groans once again, now full of both want and annoyance, as you nestle your head into his neck again, giggling softly.

“What is it?” you hear Steve call out, and the door gently creaks open a tad.

“We were wondering if you guys were awake,” you heard Mike’s voice now.

“Yeah, we were hungry.” Now Will.

“Starving.” Lucas says dramatically. 

“Yeah, can you make us breakfast?” you heard Dustin ask nonchalantly. 

You peek out from Steve’s neck and see El standing there with the boys as well. You smile gently at them all, giving them a wave, which they all return. 

“Good morning, guys,” you say with a smile.

They all smile in return and give their hellos.

“Morning.”

“Sup.”

“Good morning.”

“Hi.”

Your head drops once again, now looking up to Steve’s incredulous face. He scoffs and looks to you with a “Can you believe this?” expression, and you shrug with a chuckle. 

You look back to the group in the hall and give them a small nod.

“We’ll be out in a sec, guys.”

They all give each other satisfied smiles, and head back to your kitchen with Dustin closing the door. 

You give Steve one last kiss on the shoulder, his face still staring at the door in shock, as you slowly roll out of bed and start putting some clothes on.

“Can you believe these fucking kids? Don’t they have their own homes? Their own parents that can make them breakfast?”

You laugh gently as you bend down to pick up a haphazard pair of shorts.

“You baby them,” he says accusingly, “I heard ‘em call you ‘mom’ ya know.” You look over your shoulder back at him with a small smirk.

“You’re just mad they like me better.” “Wh- ? No I’m not!” he started making offended noises, but you could see him starting to blush slightly. You slowly started crawling back to him across the bed, and he crossed his arms defensively, now looking across the room.

You lean in, whispering in his ear, “I’ve heard them call you ‘dad,’ too.” 

You give him a small kiss on the neck right below his ear, and he blushes even harder. You turn back, putting on some more clothes, as Steve starts dressing himself. 

You give yourself one last look in the mirror making sure you look presentable as Steve comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his head on your shoulder. He looks at your reflection lovingly in the mirror. You give him a warm smile and rake your fingers through his messy hair.

“I love you,” he mumbles dreamily.

Your cheeks heat up as you look away from his loving gaze to the socks on your feet. Steve gently spins you around, grabbing your face with both hands, pulling your eyes back up to his. 

“I’m yours,” he whispers gently, leaning in to press little butterfly kisses all over your face. You giggle at the sensation and scrunch your face up amusingly. 

He pulls back gently, looking into your eyes once again, before looking back at your lips. His tongue slips out, quickly wetting his own lips, before he leans in. Your lips meet and you slowly bring your hands up to finger through the hair at the nape of his neck. You moan gently into the kiss and open your lips slightly to allow his tongue access. He kisses you so passionately, you almost fall over, but his hands on your face steady you and keep you upright. 

When he pulls away, his eyes are closed and he’s breathing heavily. You swear you’ve never seen anything so beautiful. His eyes pop open again and you give him a small smile and place a light kiss to the top of his nose. 

“You’re so pretty, Stevie,” and he’s blushing once again.

“STEVE?!” you hear the boys down the hall, pulling you from the moment. They call out your name as well and you can’t help but chuckle at their impatience. “Spoiled little brats…” you hear Steve mumble to himself. 

You pull away from his hold and head for the door.

“C’mon, pretty boy, we gotta take care of the kids,” you say with a small laugh.

“Don’t ever let them hear you call me that,” Steve says with a warning as you head out into the hall, “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

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giving steve head 😵‍💫 for an excruciatingly long time you’ve mentioned it before 😵‍💫

i have two heartbeats rn…. written on my phone bc the thoughts would not stop racing so sorry for any mistakes. also, this is dirty 18+ like actually filthy…

Steve’s been wound up and annoyed all night.

The night started at the drive-in. The air thick and hot and perfect for a night out. And you were falling directly into Steve's trap.

It's always innocent at first. When the movie started, you were sitting apart, only his hand resting on your thigh. Then, he started rubbing little, tight circles into your skin, and you decided to shimmy closer. Now, his arm was sling around your shoulders, pulling you in. Then you felt a slight tugging on the tips of your hair. The ends where twirling between his fingers smoothly and you had to tear your eyes away, back to the screen. Then there were his sneaking glances. Your face, the screen, your face, the steering wheel, your face, the stereo. Each time you caught him, he’d look away nonchalantly, innocently. And then there was the whispering in your ear. Nothing crazy, just about the abysmal acting or the poor effects, but his low tone never failed to work you up. A fact Steve knew perfectly well. And then you were playing with the fingers that rested on your shoulder. Looking at them innocently and rubbing at the knuckles. And then you kissed each one of his fingers.

And then the dam broke.

His lips pressed into the little spot right below your ear. He was pushing your hair back and kissing up your throat. You clawed at his shirt and ran you hands through his hair, messing up the locks. The kisses were sloppy and needy and actually quite embarrassing if anyone happened to see them walking from the concession stand back to their vehicles.

Steve was teasing at the button on your jean shorts and your fingers were sneaking under his top to brush over his skin. For a moment, you both pulled away, breathless, looking into each other's eyes for the go-ahead.

"Hey, we need a ride to the Hellfire Club meeting."

Steve didn't even speak, just gave them a "are you fucking joking?" look and a scoff before reaching up to roll the window back up.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah!" Dustin was waving his hands frantically in hopes to hold Steve off. "We'll pay for gas."

Steve snorts.

"Oh, yeah? With what money? Just last night you were begging me for ten dollars to buy a pizza." He rolled up the window once again, quicker this time around. Now finally rid of the two pests outside, Steve turned his attention back down to you.

You chuckle underneath him and give him a sympathetic look, gesturing at the two distraught boys standing outside. His eyes bounced from you, then to the boys, then back at you. He was fighting that internal battle - indulge your silent plea or pick up on his ministrations from earlier. His brows were furrowed and his lips were pulled into a contemplative, thin line. Once he starting raking his hand through his hair exasperatedly, you knew you got him.

"God dammit," he mumbled as he reached up to roll the window back down one last time. You could hardly contain your smirk or your chuckle at how easy it was to persuade him.

"Fine, you shitheads. Get in, we'll take you."

As the window went back up, you could hear a faint "Knew he'd cave" from Dustin and a shared high five from the other side of the door.

You and Steve detached yourselves and fumbled back up to the front awkwardly as the boys climbed in the back.

"How did they even find us here, anyway?" Steve mutters to himself as he starts the ignition. You give his thigh a comforting squeeze as he takes off towards the school.

The ride was silent, except for the faint sound of music plaing over the stereo and the gentle brushing up wind through the windows. Steve was clearly pissed. Even if his constant glares in the rear view mirror didn't get that across, his harsh grip on the wheel and his occasional disbelieving shake of the head did the trick. He can't believe he actually caved.

When he peaked over at you in the passenger seat, he could swear he saw an angel. Wisps of hair blowing in the wind and relaxed, content smile on your face. He couldn't help but notice how pretty you looked, which only made him angrier at the two interruptions sitting in the back.

Finally, the car pulled up to the front door of the darkened high school. Before Steve could even stop the car, the boys were bolting out, with Steve yelling out after them.

"Next time get a ride from Nancy! I'm done carting your asses around!"

A laugh rippled through you at his disgruntled state, knowing he will most likely be the one driving them home in a few hours, when you saw Max walking up to the car, backpack slung over her shoulder and Walkman dangling around her neck.

You shoot her a smile, always having a particular fondness for the redhead, as you grab Steve's arm to stop him from driving off.

"Hey." She looked upset, but you know better than to push her.

"Hey." You give her a kind smile and a little wave as she stops at your window.

She bends down slightly to get a look in the driver's seat.

"Hey, Steve." She looks less than enthusiastic, but you can see the little glint in her eye upon seeing Steve. Her little crush had always been a cute fact you kept from Steve.

"Sup, Max. Need a ride home?"

"Uh, the arcade, actually," she looked to her feet, then back at you, holding back some emotion. "I don't really wanna be home right now."

Your heart ached for her and you gave her a kind nod of understanding before telling her to hop in the back.

The ride to the arcade was also quiet, but the feelings in the air were sullen and somber for the poor girl in the backseat, headphones back on and staring longingly out the window.

You peak over at Steve and you both share a regretful glance as you pull up to the front door of the arcade.

"Thanks," you heard her mumble before she was swinging the door open and hopping out.

"Hey," you call out to her, making her spin back, "if you ever need anything... you know, a ride home, or to talk..."

You left it open ended.

"I'll be good, I think I'll probably just walk home." She obviously didn't understand the sentiment, or was hoping to avoid it.

You started to protest, but she was already heading into the building, throwing her headphones back on and heading to the back of the store.

"She'll be ok," you could hear Steve's whisper beside you.

You gave him a regretful look and he squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

"She's smarter than all the other guys put together," his voice was lighthearted, but you knew the truth behind it.

A breath you forgot you were holding wracked through you as you looked down at your hands. You shot him a reassuring smile in return.

"Let's get you home," he said, starting the car back up again.

"Wait, wait. Shouldn't we go check back in on Mike and Dustin? They may need a ride home."

Steve couldn't ignore the concern laced in your voice - no matter how much he wanted to leave those idiots to fend for themselves - so he just sighed and head in the direction of the school.

"Yeah... Yeah. You're right." He sounded defeated, slowly coming to terms with your foiled night.

When you reached the school, you could spot Dustin waiting outside on his walkie-talkie, hat under his arm and a dopey smile on his face. Just a few feet away from him on the sidewalk sat Eddie, obviously trying to offer the young boy some privacy.

"Hey, dipshit!" Steve calls out through the window, causing both of the guys to look up. "Quit your wooing and get in the car!"

You laugh at his snippy tone and watch as Dustin signs off before heading over to the car, annoyed. Eddie was following close behind and gave the younger boy an affectionate noogie then shoving him lightly towards the back seat.

"What's up, loverboy?" Steve teased as Dustin swung the door open, head hung low. "You need a ride home or what? Where's tweedledee?" He gestures back at the school.

"Mike's getting picked up by his sister, but I gotta get home before dinner," he says as he hops in the back once again, checking his belongings to make sure he has everything.

Eddie now saunters over to your side of the car lazily, as if he has all the time in the world.

You liked Eddie. He had always intrigued you. He was your lab partner in bio your senior year. He skipped often, but the few times he actually was there he was always very charismatic and charming in a unique way. A little flirty, but nothing too crazy.

He leaned down to your window, resting his arms on the door and peering in at you with that boyish smile. You couldn't stop a laugh from bubbling up in your chest at his animated movements and his goofy grin.

"How's it goin, hot stuff?" Eddie asks you, slightly brushing against your arm before looking across at Steve. "Hey, big boy. How's it hangin?"

You catch Steve's exasperated face and chuckle with Eddie at Steve's obvious dislike for him.

"Peachy," Steve clips, looking out the windshield annoyed beyond words. An amused smirk adorns your lips as you turn back to Eddie.

"How's life, Eds? Still flunking out of bio?" a hint of teasing in your voice.

"Har, har, har. Very funny." He tried to sound annoyed, but he could only really come across as fond. "I'm actually doing pretty good in bio, if I do say so myself. C+, baby."

"Oh, goodness me," you say with false sincerity. "A C+? God, take me now!" Your hands come up in a fake swoon as you lean back into your seat, much to Dustin's amusement.

Eddie was chuckling lightly at your mocking, before peaking into the back seat.

"Hey, D. Be good for mommy and daddy, now." He gestured at you and Steve, before sending you a shit eating grin.

You gave him a light shove off the car door and he flashed his signature smirk before stepping back from the car.

"See you around, honey."

Your eyes roll at him as Steve peels out of the parking lot once again, now heading for the Henderson household.

"Hate that kid," Steve mutters under his breath and you smirk at his creeping jealousy. "Freak."

Your hand reaches up and your fingers slip into the hair at the nape of his neck, hoping to distract him. You're successful, as his gaze turns towards you and you throw him a teasing smile and little, reassuring wink.

"You only don't like him because he flirts with your girlfriend." Dustin piped up from the back, causing Steve to shoot him a deadly glare through the mirror.

"He's not really my type," you say sultrily, giving Steve a heated look and a light tug on his hair.

You spot a slight blush creeping up his neck and he quickly changes the subject.

"Was that your little girlfriend on the walkie before?" Steve gives the boy a sly smile as he wiggle his eyebrows mockingly at him in the back seat.

"Shut up, Harrington," Dustin scolds as he kicks the back of Steve's seat. Steve shoots you a "what the hell was that for?" look that you can only laugh at before looking out the window quietly.

Steve was always good with the kids, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't give you butterflies subconsciously almost every time without fail.

Once you stopped in Dustin's driveway, you turned to give the curly-haired boy a brief "good night" before he was barreling inside, waving frantically back towards the car.

"Now," Steve was turning back to you, hand coming up on the back of your headrest, leaning in close, "what should we do with the rest of the night?" He says it so suggestively and you can feel your cheeks heating up a little.

His words were steamy, but his gaze was adoring. He couldn't look away from you neck, your lips, those eyes.

"God, you're pretty," he mumbles, you can feel his breath fanning over your face.

You grab him by the collar of his shirt, taking matters into your own hands, pulling him that little bit closer. Your lips brush and you swear you heard him whine at the contact. His eyes are closed and he looks so blissed out waiting for you two to connect. You smirk at his neediness; he's probably still worked up from the drive-in and he's just now letting it hit him again. You let out a low chuckle and place the faintest butterfly kiss on his plush lips.

You pull back and he chases after you, eyes still closed, waiting for another taste. He's stopped by your hand at his chest, and he opens his eyes in confusion.

Your eyes had that mischievous glint in them that never failed to make Steve a little nervous and excruciatingly horny.

"Take me home, pretty boy." You lips brush his with each syllable teasingly before you shove him lightly back towards the steering wheel with a smirk.

You don't have to tell him twice and he's gunning it to his house at the speed of sound.

Once he screeches in the driveway, he's out the second he pulls the key out of the ignition, racing over to open your door for you. You beat him to it and you're already walking the path to his front porch as he rears and shuts the car door behind you.

His slender fingers fumble with the keys - a great, big ball of nerves desperate to get you into the house and into his bed. You stand there patiently, arms crossed sensually and a smirk on your lips at how easy it is to get him flustered. He can be the coolest guy you know, but behind closed doors, you can have him a mess in seconds if you wanted.

He finally finds the key and opens the door - missing the hole multiple times - before you're strutting casually a few feet in the hall, waiting for him to close the door behind you.

He follows suit, really trying hard to keep his cool, as he turns to lock the door. The second he spins back to you, you're on him. Your dominant side didn't come out very often, but when it did, it turned Steve on to no end.

You're kissing his chin and grabbing at him anywhere you can. His biceps, his hair, the collar of his shirt, his belt loops. His shoulders are broad and taught when you grab them, planting a filthy kiss on his lips after hours of wanting and waiting.

The moan that leaves him is pure sin and you muffle it with your own lips as your sneaky hands continue to roam. Fingers under his shirt now, you rub little circles into his skin and his chest hair, driving him crazy. Something about keeping your clothes on and going at it in the hallway like a bunch of horny teenagers made it that much hotter.

You pepper kisses all over his face and tug at his clothes, desperate to gain more access to him.

"Don't- mmm- don't you think- fuck- don't you think we should take th-this to the bedroom?" He can barely get the sentence out between his heavy breaths and expletives and your interrupting kisses.

"I had something else in mind," you mutter teasingly before your lips wrap around his earlobe.

"Jesus- ok, I guess I can hear you out." His eyes are screwed shut at your dominance and he's trying hard to hold himself together. Eventually, he can't take the teasing anymore, and he grabs you by the waist, spinning you and pinning you beneath him against the front door.

"Enough with the teasing already." His words are stern but his short, little breaths take the punch out of it.

Leisurely, your eyes drag up his chest to meet his gaze. You peak at him under your lashes, once again giving him that innocent, mischievous look.

"I'll make it up to ya." Your voice is sickly sweet and Steve knows he's in for it. "For hauling those kids around all night."

Slowly, you began to sink to the ground.

"For teasing you all night."

Steve takes a small step back as your knees make contact with the floor.

"For talking to Eddie."

You give him a little smirk when the tips of his ears go red.

"We can finish where we left off earlier at the movie."

Your hands slowly reach up to his zipper, pulling it down, but leaving his button closed, just in case he said no.

As if he would ever refuse you like this. His eyes went dark and his hands started gathering your hair back out of your face.

You gave him a little grin, biting your bottom lip as you reached for his button, his boxers now peaking out at you through his jeans.

"You're gonna make it up to me?" he asks mockingly, egging you on further. "You really think I'll forgive you?" His taunting sends a heat straight through you and you reach up to tease under the band of his underwear. His skin pricks up in goosebumps at the contact and you chuckle lowly.

"Yeah, I think you're gonna forgive me..."

Slowly, so goddamn slowly, you free him from his boxers, leaving his pants hung low on his hips and his shirt rucked up just a little.

Your teeth find your lip once again at the happy trail before you. His grip on your hair tightens at the base of your neck at your excitement.

Your legs squeeze together when you notice the slight precum leaking from his tip; you have to close your eyes for a split second to contain yourself.

With you peaking up at him now, all his thoughts are gone. Every sarcastic, suave, cocky thought he's ever had is replaced with images of your lips wrapped around his dick.

"Go ahead, honey," he pushes you further and you can't stop yourself from raking your nails over the jeans at his thighs as you put your lips lightly around the tip.

It's so light, it's almost painful, and Steve throws his head back lightly, releasing his hold on your hair and running his fingers through his own.

His reaction only pushes you further and slowly your tongue starts to move over the slit at his tip, your touches still feather light.

He's groaning now; he can't even look at you or he won't be able to control himself. The palms of his hands are pressing into his closed eyes harshly; you would almost think you're hurting him.

Your lips pop off his dick and your eyes give him a guilty look.

"Does it hurt?" you ask innocently, knowing damn well it doesn't hurt, but wanting him to beg you for it.

His head whips down to you, desperation clear on his face.

"No, no, no. God, no, beautiful." He's grabbing your head once again and guiding you back to wrap around him. "Please," he says it so pathetically, you finally give in, clamping your lips tightly around his shaft, a little further down this time.

A low moan leaves his throat as he reaches both hands up to steady himself on the door behind you, slowly benign forward so his forehead eventually meets the door as well, all the while looking down at you with pure disbelief in his eyes.

He can't believe how filthy you look. If he doesn't contain himself he's gonna blow his load way too soon and wind up kicking himself later.

Those big, beautiful eyes peak up at him again as your hands wrap around the backs of his thighs, keeping him pressed closed to your chest.

He starts to feel a slight suction from your mouth and his hands tighten into fists on the door, his knuckles turning white and his jaw hanging slightly.

Your hands grip his legs and pull him closer, taking more of him into your moth, now teasing your throat.

You have never looked hotter or sweeter or more beautiful than right now and Steve can start to feel his orgasm approaching far sooner than he expected.

His hands are on your head again, right by your ears, as he tries to pull you off gently, hoping to hold off his own pleasure for as long as possible.

But, his actions only make you want more, now pushing yourself even further down his cock until you've taken all of him, choking slightly, and then sucking once, twice, and a third, extra hard time.

"Fuck- ease up, sweetheart." He's pulling you away again and you finally release him, your hands still gripping at his thighs. "Gonna make me cum down your throat."

His lips are puffy and his eyes are dazed and his chest is heaving and you wanted nothing more than to feel his load in your mouth that very second.

“Please, Stevie… I want it in my mouth.”

You were asking so sweetly and politely, how could he possibly refuse.

“Jesus- Fine, fine.”

He's softly brushing away the little flyaways from your face and stroking your check when you wrap you lips around him one last time.

He can barely think, barely function, too overwhelmed with want and need and the knowledge that you want him just as much.

Your hand reaches down now to palm at his balls and the other strokes the last few inches of his dick at the base.

He's so wet and it feels filthy, but god, does it feel amazing. His grip on your hair is tighter now, pushing you down on his cock.

Your mouth moves up and down, bobbing deliberately, and your little gags only push him further. He can feel you taking in little breaths through your nose, trying so hard to be good for him.

The second your eyes flash up to his, he's a goner, groaning your name and gripping at your head and squeezing his eyes painfully tight. His fingers run up to grab at his hair and at the wall, anywhere to find purchase and ground himself through his pleasure.

His cum is thick and hot down your throat and it's exactly what you wanted. Your throat already feels bruised, but you can barely feel it. His hips stutter so prettily and you just can't bring yourself to let go of him. Your eyes drift closed dreamily and you take a moment to catch your breath with Steve.

You sneak a peak back up to him. He's so pretty like this, bending over, eyes closed trying desperately to take in as much air as possible. His hands planted on the wall behind you and his chest rising and falling deeply. Something about he look of him drives you wild and you want him. Again.

You want him so bad.

You begin to such again, causing Steve to snap his eyes open at the overstimulation, gripping at your hair again to get you off.

Hands moving slowly, you slightly start to wring around his dick and squeeze his balls firmly.

"Shi- no, no, wait- wait." He's so breathless, he can barely register what's happening before he can feel another orgasm building up again.

You can't stop. Your tongue rakes over the underside of his dick as your lips seal air-tight around him. You can feel the wetness forming between you legs at the power you're holding over him right now, but your own pleasure can wait.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, please." His voice is so whiny and breathy and he doesn't even know if his "please" is supposed to deter you or spur you on. The pleasure is too much, it's painful, and his face is pinched up so tightly he thinks he might hurt himself.

You're bobbing your head quicker now, building up so much spit it drips down slowly to the hardwood floor below you. The muscles in his arms are so tense and it only makes you crazier, pulling off completely to place kitten licks all over him as you pump him with both hands.

"Give it to me, Stevie. Give me another one. I want it so bad. Please, god, cum for me."

Your words send him reeling and he's cumming again, a lighter load than before. His cum spatters your face and you can't help but moan at the feeling.

"God, fuck fuck fuck." His voice is so high and whiny and desperate and it's the hottest thing you've ever hear. He's holding your head so tight and his forehead bumps against the door over and over as his knees slightly start to buckle.

He's in that position again, looming over you, completely blissed out. You reach up and wipe his spend from your face with a finger, waiting until his eyes open to pop it in your mouth alluringly.

He's completely gone, eyes blown wide with lust and his nerves set on fire all over his body.

His hands wrap around your jaw and he pulls you up gently. He bends further down to meet you halfway and give you a sloppy kiss, his tongue fighting into your mouth.

He won't ease up, his lips pushing and sucking and his tongue hot and wet exploring your mouth. Once he finally pulls away, you're panting, resting your forehead against his to stabilize yourself.

Your eyes drift open slowly to meet his gaze and you can't help the little smile that creeps on your face once reality sets back in.

"So," you reach a finger up to wipe at the corner of your mouth teasingly, "you forgive me yet?"

He gives you a dreamy smirk and kissed you one more time on the corner of your lips.

"Yeah... Yeah, I forgive you."

[plainemmanem]

steve isn't a boob or ass guy he is a thigh guy.

(also hi i'm on my knees for the way you write steve)

YES YES YES YES YES YOU GET IT YOU REALLY DO

(also hi hello i love you let’s get married)

don’t get me wrong, he loves every inch of your body, legitimately worships the ground you walk on bc he’s pussy whipped, but your thighs? man.

he’s squeezing them under the table and drawing little shapes and doodling S.H. absentmindedly and drumming his fingers against them when he’s nervous it’s very cute:) he insists you drape your legs over him during movie night so he can rub his hands all along them it drives you wild the entire movie. when he’s driving, one hand is always on the steering wheel, and the other is always gripping your thigh, squeezing on beat with the music on the radio

late at night, he’ll lie in between your legs and rest his head back on them, his perfect little pillows<3 and sometimes he will literally lie on his stomach shove his face into them as he holds them and massages them he is so unbelievably touchy when you’re alone, the man has no shame.

he goes crazy when you wear shorter skirts and shorts and dresses cause the hem will just graze them and he just knows they’re so soft and squeezable and he just wants to bite them GOD -

you catch him staring all the time and youre like “eyes up here, harrington.” and he just gets all flustered like “huh-? oh, yeah, sorry, right🥴🫠” and he actually looks away for a minute.. until his eyes lazily peer back over at them HE CANT HELP IT all he can do is nibble his bottom lip and keep tearing his eyes away every few seconds as he tries to control his thoughts BRRRR

also thigh jobs but that’s a whole different conversation

[plainemmanem]

ok i saw a post about steve cumming multiple times bc u feel so good he just can’t stop and i just really would like your perspective on this situation

the mic is yours 🎤

and i have a lot to say on the matter.

the times he does this is whenever you’re in control, having him lay on his back, slightly propped up on the headboard so he can watch you, and you tell him he’s not allowed to touch. so he’s just taking his hands through his hair and rubbing at his face and trying to contain himself<3 and you’re just suckling at his tip as you stroke up and down his shaft, getting him all messy and wet as you lock eyes with him. and he usually comes with a groan and an “oh baby please” and then you’re putting little kitten licks on the tip, trying to clean him up a bit<3 and he’s shaking a bit and trying to pull you off, but you just give him a little glare and a “im not done yet” and he knows he just has to lay back and take it. and then you make him cum again, just with your hands this time, as you suck at his collarbones and whisper little praises and i love you’s into his skin:) and then you ride him and have him cum inside you, he’s clutching at your hips and whimpering and whining about how it’s too much<3 and then once you’ve cum, you pop off him and tell him you’re “just gonna clean him up” and then you make him cum one more time with your mouth until he physically cannot take it anymore and he has to tap out<3