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The heat had already clouded his thoughts, and watching you prance around his house like his own little housewife made the haziness ten times worse. He respected your friendship, always keeping his hands to himself and respecting your boundaries, but goddamn were you the sexiest women he knew.

“I’m gonna run to the store real quick, alright Stevie?” You called out, standing beside the door. “Maybe see if I can find some fresh fruit to cool us down.”

He couldn’t even think anymore, his body was burning with heat that wasn’t from the weather, and his aching boner was getting progressively harder to hide. “Mhm, you do that.” He replied half-heartedly, already rushing into his bedroom.

As soon as he heard the front door shut, Steve let out a groan, lying down on his bed. He quickly shuffled his jeans down, the relief was immediate, his cock bouncing up against his stomach.

He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this. It’s wrong, you’re his best friend. But only this time, and he’d forget it even happened…

Spitting into his hand, Steve gripped the base of his cock, slowly mixing his saliva with the pre cum and twisting. His hips bucked for more, he knew his touch alone wouldn’t be enough.

Closing his brown eyes, he allowed his thoughts to drift back to you, your breasts that looked seconds away from bursting out of their tight confinement, what he’d give to massage them with his own hands, sucking on them until they hardened.

Your hips that swayed each time you took a step, teasing him dangerously. And your thighs—Steve appreciated your whole body but there was something about your thighs that did it for him. They hadn’t been covered at all, naked to his vision that left him wondering how they’d feel crushing his head while he ate your sopping pussy.

Your ass had looked so plump, whenever you bent down, Steve prayed that the lord would have mercy on him to not grope the fat and take you right then.

He started breathing heavier with every pump of his hand. Moaning out your name desperately, he imagined it was your hand jerking him off, guiding him to release. “Oh—fuck,” he yelled throatily. “Don’t stop, feels so good, baby. I’m—I’m so close, just like that, shit.”

Steve hadn’t been able to pleasure himself this good in a long time, even sex with other girls couldn’t fulfill the desire inside of him. But now, he was trying to stop himself from cumming too early, wanting to prolong his release as long as possible.

You shut the door behind you, panting as you carried a grocery bag inside. You paused in your tracks, realizing the house was much more emptier than when you had left it. Steve wasn’t sitting on the couch anymore, and when you looked around, you found no sign of him.

Frowning to yourself, you walked down the hall slowly, and that’s when you heard it. Something which sounded too close to a moan, then a few breaths, and a grunt of your name.

For a moment, you feared he was hurt, unable to come towards you. In Steve’s haste, he hadn’t properly shut the door, and right when his jaw slackened, on the edge of an orgasm, the door swung open, revealing you standing there with wide eyes.

“Fuck!” He shouted, quickly shooting up to face you in his state.

You stayed there, eyes moving from his face to his cock, lingering longer than you should have. His cock was a dream, much longer than any guy you’d been with, veins running up the sides towards his mushroom red tip, slick with pearly liquids.

Then you observed his hand that had been wrapped around it moments before, the sight would be forever engraved into your mind. His head was thrown back and a focused expression drawn on his face, you suddenly remembered the moan of your name. Had he been jerking off to you?

“I didn’t know you to be back so soon—” Steve rushed to explain himself, but when he caught your thighs clenching the slightest bit, something darkened in his gaze.

“I-I’m sorry,” your voice cracked, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Reality hit you all at once, kicking in your fight or flight response. You quickly turned around, just as you reached for the doorknob, a voice cut through the atmosphere.

“Wait!” Steve swallowed thickly, he hadn’t finished yet and who knew how awkward things would be between you after this. The only solution left was to make the most out of the situation, and he dared you to look him in the eyes as say you hadn’t been as equally turned on by his actions.

You slowly turned back around, fighting to not follow the trail of hair downwards. “What?” You exhaled shakily.

“Could you—help me?” Steve slowly asked. “You know, as friends.”

You were so taken aback by his question your mouth opened and no words left you. “Just c’mere.” He gestured, and wordlessly you followed, something in you giving in to him that hadn’t been there before.

Steve’s eyes drank you in, your figure up close was even better, and now there was a thin sheet of sweat glistening on your skin, making him lick his lips. “You don’t even know you’d good you look.” He husked lowly. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me either.”

You still hadn’t mumbled a single word, only standing between his legs like a rag doll. Then the thoughts began connecting, your dress, him masturbating, was that all it took for him to want you like this?

You decided to ruffle his feathers some more. “Did I…make you horny, Stevie?” You whispered, leaning a bit closer.

Steve let out an audible grunt, then reattached his hand to his still hard cock. “Ya see this?” He gave it a rough tug, you couldn’t help but bite down onto your lip. “All ‘cause of you, sweet thing.”

You reached out to touch his shoulder, sliding your thumb over the mole littered skin. “Can I make you feel better?” It hadn’t even occurred to you that the only thing between you was friendship, helping out a friend in a time of need was the right thing to do.

“Think you can do that for me, baby?” He looked up at you through hooded lids. “Get on your knees, pretty girl.”

You sank down onto your bare knees, angling your head to keep your eyes locked onto his. At first, Steve didn’t even need you to touch him yet, you in front of him like this was all it took.

He started pumping himself again, just watching you and admiring you in a rare position. “So so pretty for me. You hear that, baby? Only you could make me this desperate.” His voice deepened by the minute, getting himself worked up.

Steve cupped your jaw in one hand, rubbing the skin like you were something precious. He swiped his thumb over your lips before moving downwards, gliding over your collarbone and finally your tits,

“Mmm, fucking hell.” You gasped as he palmed the left one, squeezing it tightly. “These tits are gonna be the death of me.” He said, all while continuing to fist his cock, you started squirming where you were kneeling, his touch was just as teasing, and you wanted nothing more than to replace his hand with yours.

“Can I fuck your tits, sweetheart? Get them all dirty with my cock?” Steve asked, and you almost moaned at the thought. Slick was starting to soak through your panties, and you wanted to feel his cock on any part of you.

“Yes, please, Stevie. Fuck my tits, need you to.” You panted, already rushing to pull the straps of your dress down, letting your breasts spill out.

Steve leaned forwards, bending down to swirl his tongue all over them, getting them wet enough. You arched into him, gripping his hair as he licked the valley between them.

He finally pulled back. “Push them real close for me.” Steve instructed, watching while you pushed your tits together, making a perfect gap for him to slide through.

Steve thrusted into your chest, immediately groaning at the softness that surrounded him. “Fuuuuck, feels even better than I imagined.” He started off slow, just appreciating how hot your tits looked bouncing up and and down.

When his tip peaked through the other side, you lowered your chin and kitten licked at his slit. Steve reacted by thrusting harder, gripping the shears underneath. “Do that—do that again.” He demanded. “Mhm, just like that.”

You could practically feel how close he was getting from the endless twitching of his cock every time your lips wrapped around his head. You needed to taste more of him, abandoning your tits, you kept around him on the next thrust, fully bringing his cock into your mouth.

“God—” Steve didn’t pull away, if your tits felt good, your mouth was heaven. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked him off as deeply as you could, feeling him all the way in the back of your throat.

You slightly gagged, but refused to pull off. “Just let me—yeahh, let me use that mouth.” Steve held you in place with a hand tangled in the back of your head, burying your nose into the small patch of hair above his cock while he rammed into your throat.

You felt tears gather in your eyes, and when he finally felt his high approaching again, he quickly pulled out of your mouth, holding his cock to paint your tits white.

You watched Steve shoot ropes of his hot cum onto your body while trying to catch your breath. He let out a loud moan, forcing his eyes open to whole time. He dragged two fingers through the mess he made, laughing to himself as he wiped his cum across your nipples, noticing when you shivered at the action. Then Steve brought the same fingers to your lips, tapping once before you wrapped your lips around them, sucking gently.

“Swallow my cum, good girl.” He praised you, then bent back towards you again, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Steve could see how needy you were, and he couldn’t wait to see if you were as sweet as you looked.

“Aw, is your poor pussy crying for me, baby?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

You only nodded slowly, the ache in your lower stomach was becoming unbearable, you were seconds away from pushing your panties to the side and making yourself cum right in front of him.

Steve patted his knee. “Well then make yourself at home, sweetheart.” But when you stood up shakily, about to sit down on him, Steve grabbed your hips, and forced you the other way around, making your face collide with the sheets while your ass was on display over his knee.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” Steve sighed, able to see the wet patch of your panties like this. You whimpered, shimming your hips around.

Steve understood, moving your panties to reveal your puffy lips, and swollen clit. He coo’ed at how neglected your pussy was, spreading two fingers through your folds in a v-shape.

“I’ll make it all better, don’t worry, bub.” He gave a firm pat to your ass, then without warning, shoved both fingers inside of you.

You cried out, mewling against the mattress. But Steve didn’t take pity on you, just like when you hadn’t taken pity on him while wearing that slutty dress. He instantly set a quick pace, scissoring you from the inside and curling his fingertips against your clenching walls.

“Mmf—Stevie—urg! I—can’t—ahh,” you couldn’t speak coherent words, just prayed that he knew not to slow down, that you were already close.

“What was that, baby? Can’t hear you from how wet your pussy is.” Steve mocked, listening to the squelches that echoed through the room, and watching your arousal coat all the way down to his wrists.

Steve kept his fingers thrusting inside of you, and ducked down to suck on your clit, making the pleasure increase tenfold. You gasped at the sensation, trying to grind backwards but only being met with another smack to your ass.

“Stay fucking still.” Steve warned, pulling your clit into his mouth with added vigor, teeth lightly caging around it.

“Ohh—fuck!” You willed yourself to lay there and take it, focusing on his mouth while he fucked you with his fingers.

“Can feel how close you’re getting, uh-huh, just cum all over my face, baby. Thats all I’ve wanted you to do all day.” Steve added in a third finger, and that’s all it took before you were clenching hard around his fingers, and squeezing your eyes shut.

He rode you through your high, rubbing your clit with soft circles. You jumped at the overstimulation, crawling away from him. “C-Can’t take it anymore, Stevie.”

Your face immediately lit up, leaning just a bit closer. “Stevie.”

You reached for his hand, but Steve instinctively pulled it back an inch, more confused than frightened. “…Do I know you?”

The room went silent, Robin who had been leaning against the wall with crossed arms let out a squeak. “Uh-oh.”

You stared at him for a second, before a laugh bubbled out of you. “Are you joking around with me?”

He frowned apologetically, everything in his mind just felt so fuzzy. “I’m sorry, I feel like I should know you.”

You shook your head, still smiling despite the slight concern sitting in your chest. “Obviously you know me, Stevie.”

He studied your face like he was trying to solve the worlds hardest puzzle. Your eyes that held something almost similar to affection, your contagious smile, the way you looked at him like you’ve known him forever.

Even after racking through his memories, the ones that still remained at least, nothing came up. Then his eyebrows slowly lifted. “Are you an angel?” He blurted.

You blinked, mouth agape. “What?”

“I mean,” his cheeks flushed, for a second he had thought he was dead, that was the only explanation as to why a beautiful girl like you was standing above him. “You’re really pretty.”

Robin groaned, this was a romantic movie she had not signed up for. “Oh god.”

Steve ignored her completely. “I think I’d remember someone as special as you.”

Your smile only grew, ducking your head shyly. “You think so?” You whispered.

“I know so.” He nodded seriously. “There’s absolutely no chance I’d forget a girl like you.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing, Robin snorted so hard she nearly doubled over. Steve looked between you two confused. “What?” He still didn’t understand what was so funny.

You tilted your head at him mischievously. “So, what do you think we’re doing here?” You randomly asked.

He glanced around the hospital bed before turning back to you. “Are we on a date?” He guessed.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, losing your cool as laughter flowed out of you. “It’s a…pretty weird place for a date though,” he mentioned.

You wiped a tear from your eye. “It’s not exactly romantic.” You added.

Steve smiled sheepishly. “But did it work?”

“Did what work?” Your brows pulled together.

“The flirting.” He finished like it was obvious. Even while concussed, he still fell back into his player ways.

He really was putting on a show for you. “Yeah, Stevie. You’ve still got it.” You reassured.

He quietly celebrated with a tiny fist pump against the blanket. “Nice,” he praised himself. You finally reached over and gently took his hand, this time, he only stared at you with wide brown eyes.

His fingers immediately curled around yours before he looked down at them. “So,” you started, knowing the reveal would send him into an absolute frenzy. “I’m your girlfriend.”

His mouth actually fell open, features frozen with shock. “No way.”

“Mhm,” you hummed back, not bothering to hide the amusement from your face.

“You mean to tell me,” Steve backtracked. “That I’m—” he pointed at himself. “Dating you?”

“Last I checked, you’re my boyfriend.” You shrugged.

Steve’s gaze studied your face, looking for any hints that you were fooling him, then landed on your joined hands again, then back to your face. “I’m your boyfriend.” He repeated. “I asked you out?”

“And you were very nervous in doing so.” You stated. “But I accepted anyway.”

Steve looked at you with an astonished smile. “I must’ve been the luckiest guy alive.” He shook his head.

“You still are.” He smiled so brightly at your words, it made your heart ache.

A minute later, after the nurse finished checking his pupils and stepped out again, Steve quietly scooted over in the small hospital bed, wincing only a little.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Making room for you.” He pointed out, peeling back the blanket.

“It won’t fit the two of us.” You sighed, even though you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him.

He patted the mattress, still not convinced. “I might not remember you.” His voice softened. “But I know I feel better when you’re close.”

There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his voice, only clear, honest certainty. You carefully climbed onto the edge of the bed beside him without another word, trying not to jostle his shoulder.

The second you settled, he made a happy noise of contentment. “Yup, this feels right.” He nodded.

You rested your head lightly against his shoulder. “It does?” You whispered.

Steve intertwined your hands again, the touch was more comforting this time than surprising. “I don’t remember loving you.” Your heart squeezed.

“But,” he murmured. “I remember what it feels like to love you.”

You looked up to find him smiling at you with the same hopelessly in love expression he’d always worn. Lifting yourself slightly, you press a gentle kiss against his forehead.

His fingers clenched around the soda can when he noticed the guy laughing, then the fact that you were laughing too.

“You should go over there.” A voice called from beside him, Robin no doubt.

Steve didn’t move, from across the yard, the stranger leaned down when you spoke, his hand brushing your elbow. It didn’t even count as a lingering touch, still, Steve felt something unpleasant twist in his stomach.

“Why should I?” He asked, though he was fighting the urge to interrupt your conversation.

“Because you’ve been glaring at that poor dude for five minutes straight.” Robin pointed out.

Steve wouldn’t exactly call him a poor dude, he was a man hovering a little too close for comfort to someone who was very much off limits. But Steve knew that proving he trusted you meant keeping that thought to himself.

“I trust her.” Steve sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I know you do.” Robin softened, jealousy was one of the many things that came apart of a relationship, whether you could control it or not.

Steve swallowed thickly. “Then why does it feel like someone’s sitting on my chest?”

Robin didn’t immediately answer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Because you love her.” She simply answered.

You finally spotted him as you turned your head, smiling that smile which made something in Steve melt, and walked over.

“There you are!” You exclaimed, slipping your fingers through his.

He tried smiling back, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You disappeared,” he stated.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “Eddie introduced me to his cousin from Chicago, I couldn’t escape.”

“Cousin.” Steve repeated, brow lifting for a split second.

“Mhm.” You still hadn’t caught onto his stiffness.

Silence enveloped the atmosphere between you, he nodded once. You looked at him more carefully, the unusual quiet was out of character for him. “…What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Steve rushed out, the word coming out awkward and clipped.

Your smile faded, tilting your head at him as you gave him a slight squeeze. “Did I do something?”

“No.” There it was again, every answer came out shorter than the last, only furthering the concern in your gaze.

“You seem upset.”

“I’m fine.” You knew him too well, reaching for his face but he stepped back. Barely, just enough that your hand froze in the air.

“Steve.” He hated the way your expression changed, confusion, then morphing into hurt.

“I’m gonna go get some air.” That's all he said, walking away before he said something he’d regret.

Steve ended up sitting on the hood of his bmw in the empty driveway, the party sounded distant now. He hated himself, he acted purely out of insecurity, because none of that was your fault. You hadn’t flirted, or hidden anything, you’d simply existed.

He’d forgotten for a moment that someone else could see the beauty you radiated, that others could catch onto the light that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

The front door creeked, he didn’t have to look to know it was you. “You always come out here.”

Steve stared at the stars, if he looked at you he might break down. “You followed me.”

“You left.” The words were plain, hanging between you for a moment. You didn’t sound angry, or sad, that somehow hurt more.

You climbed onto the hood beside, waiting to take a couple breaths to clear your mind before speaking again. “Was it the guy?”

Steve laughed once, humorlessly, lips forming into a tight smile. “That obvious?” He asked.

“Only to me.” You shrugged.

He let out a long breath that only could’ve escaped him near you. “He was looking at you. And touching you.”

“He touched my elbow for, like, half a second.” You stated gently.

“I know I’m being ridiculous.” You stayed quiet, Steve flexed his hands together, giving himself something to do. “I kept thinking—” his voice cracked. “What if one day someone comes along who’s better than me?”

Your head turned so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. “What?” That had never even been a possibility to you.

“I mean…” he shrugged helplessly. “Someone smarter, better looking, someone who could offer you more. Someone who isn’t…me.”

Your heart broke a little. For as long as he could remember, people had seen the surface of him and decided that’s all there was. Every assumption, every dismissive remark, every expectation slowly chipped away at his confidence until he wasn’t sure who Steve Harrington was supposed to be anymore.

“I know it’s stupid.” He tried brushing it off.

“It isn’t.” The force of your voice made him look at you then, really look as you reached for both his hands.

“You know what I saw?” There was a slight dip in your tone that enticed him.

“What?” He asked.

“I saw my boyfriend standing ten feet away while trying not to stare.” You said bluntly.

Heat rushed to his cheeks. “I wasn’t staring.” He scoffed.

“You absolutely were.” You wiggled a brow at him.

“I was trying to seem unbothered.” Despite himself, Steve smiled, only a little.

You continued. “I barely remember what that guy looked like, let alone what he was telling me.” He blinked in response. “But I remember exactly what you looked like.”

“What?” His breath hitched.

“You looked adorable, with your little pout.” Steve rolled his eyes, mouth twitching.

Your smile softened. “The second I saw you.” Your thumb brushed over his knuckles. “I stopped looking for anyone else.”

Steve didn’t know what to say, your words slowly loosening the knot in his chest. “I’ve been doing that everyday since we started dating.” You confessed.

His eyes dropped to your joined hands. “Really?”

You looked almost offended, gasping dramatically. “Steve Harrington.”

You snapped his attention back. “Hm?”

“I choose you.” Every. Single. Day. “If somebody else looks at me,” you whispered. “They’re wasting their time.”

The lump in his throat became impossible to ignore. “I’m sorry.” He admitted.

“For what?”

“I pushed you.” His voice trembled, increasing the urge you had to pull him into your arms. “I just, sometimes I get scared.”

You leaned forward until your forehead rested against his. “So do I.” You spoke honestly.

“I’m terrified you’ll keep all this inside until you convince yourself it’s true.” His eyes closed. “So next time,”

You waited until he looked at you again. “Tell me.”

He let out a small laugh. “Even if it’s irrational?” He whispered.

“Especially then.” You agreed. Steve brought a hand up to your head, pushing your small hairs away, hand lingering on the side of your face. You’re all he’s ever wanted.

“And for the record? I happen to think my boyfriend is the most handsome guy at this party.”

Steve laughed unbelievably. “You have terrible taste.”

“I have the most excellent taste.” You countered, kissing him before he could argue. It was the kind of kiss that didn’t erase insecurity overnight, but reminded him that he didn’t have to carry it alone.

When you finally pulled away, Steve’s eyes looked a brighter shade of brown than they had before. “Can we stay out here a little longer?”

By noon, you had only been alone for approximately three minutes, until the mattress dipped beside you, you didn’t even have to look. “Honey, I thought you were supposed to be folding the laundry.”

Steve stretched out dramatically across the bed, one hand hanging off the edge towards the floor. “But I missed you.” He pouted.

“You know we’re in the same house, right?” You lifted a brow at him, not falling for this theatrics so easily.

He looked up at you with the most serious expression imaginable. “My heart does.” He sighed.

Your jaw dropped, picking up a pillow to throw straight at his chest. “That's the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said, Harrington.” You exclaimed.

Steve scoffed loudly, rushing to sit up. “You think my suffering is amusing, Mrs. Harrington?” Before you could answer, he snatched the nearest pillow off the bed.

“Weren’t not even married—”

The pillow hit you with a soft thump. “Yet!” He corrected.

A laugh escaped you as you grabbed another soft pillow and swung it in retaliation. Steve barely ducked in time, as it grazed the top of his hair.

“Hey, ouch!” He protested after taking one square to the nose.

You shook your head, giggling at him. “You deserved that!” Steve lunged forward with an indignant grin, trying to steal your weapon from your hands.

You darted around the bed, your never ending laughter made it hard to avoid him. “You can’t catch me!” You screamed.

“You underestimate my determination!” And with one final burst of momentum, he reached you, the pillow slipping from your hands as both toppled onto the bed in a heap of laughter.

Steve caught himself before he could crush you with his weight, bracing himself on his forearms with a triumphant smile. “Gotcha.”

You looked up at him, trying, but failing to suppress your grin. “You broke the rules,” you retorted.

“There are no rules.” He tilted his head at you. “You just don’t wanna accept defeat.”

You squirmed, attempting to wiggle free. “Uh-uh, not so quick.” You pushed against his chest, but Steve’s fingers found your sides, your weakness.

You burst into laughter instantly. “S-Steve!” You choked out between breaths.

He only gave you a few light tickles before pausing. “Ready to surrender?” His eyebrows lifted expectantly.

You paused for a moment, before sighing unwillingly. “…Fine.”

Steve squinted his eyes at you. “Louder.” He instructed.

“I surrender!” At that, Steve threw both hands into the air in victory.

The room gradually fell quiet again as the laughter faded, Steve shifted so there was more room for you to settle comfortably.

Without another word, he pulled a blanket over the two of you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “There.” He murmured softly. “Much better.”

You let yourself relax against him, the earlier chaos replaced by the comfortable stillness that always seemed to find the two of you after moments like these.

“I thought you were supposed to be helping me around the house today?” You asked with an amused shake of your head.

“I am helping.” Steve shrugged. “You needed a break, so I gave you one.”

You pretended to think it over. “Thats a good argument, but you could’ve just admitted you hate doing chores.”

“I hate doing chores.” He grumbled, sinking closer to you.

“And…?” You continued for him.

“And I love you.” Steve whispered.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead and patting his huge mop of hair. “Thats a good boy.” He pretended not to hear it, choosing peace over violence.

Your words turned him on further, his cock hardening beneath the restraint of his jeans. He would’ve taken you up on that offer long ago if he’d known how horny you felt around him.

“Well, I’m gonna go before you start drooling.” Nancy replied. Steve immediately hid himself behind the wall, he had a plan of confronting you, but wasn’t going to give himself away yet.

As soon as he heard the door shut behind Nancy, he stepped forward revealing himself. He didn’t speak a word, the only sound that alerted you of his presence were his heavy footsteps. You glanced upwards and jumped back immediately, caught off guard.

“Oh, Steve! You haven’t left yet?” You asked, trying to conceal how flustered you felt, having just talked about him in an intimate way.

Silence filled the space between you at first, he simply crossed his arms across his chest, raking his gaze over your body as he slowly unwrapped you with his darkening pupils. Then he titled his head at you, in that very Steve way, the one that usually meant he found something amusing. Though the words that came out were anything but.

“You wanna fuck me?” His voice was thick and syrupy, you instinctively took a step back, eyes widening.

“I—uh…I wasn’t—” you opened your mouth then closed it again, feeling like the room had become ten times more cramped.

Steve raised a brow, his posture stiff as if he was holding himself back from taking you right then. He had to admit, watching you stutter as your face flushed made his cock twitch, but he was going to drag it out as long as possible.

“You weren’t what? Because from what I heard, you were practicing moaning for me.” He scoffed, rolling his tongue into the side of his cheek.

You realized there was no escaping this, eyes flickering everywhere other than him. “Does it, upset you…that I said that?” You asked slowly, voice coming out weak and quiet.

You were shocked when Steve took a step closer, cornering you until you had to physically lift your chin to stare into his eyes. “You wanna fuck me, yeah?” He whispered, and when your gaze strayed lower, you caught sight of just how hard he was. “Then I’m gonna show you just how hard I fuck.”

Your breath hitched, goosebumps rising on your skin. “I…” you couldn’t speak, your mind only focusing on how you clenched around nothing, trying not to squeeze your thighs together in front of him.

“Say it.” He cut you off. “I want to hear you say to my face again how badly you want to fuck me.” Steve wasn’t asking, it was a demand, and who were you not to abide by his orders?

You swallowed heavily, he was staring at you like a wolf. “I want you to fuck me, Steve.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, he surged forward, taking you roughly by the jaw to smash his lips against yours.

His grip on you was bruising, if only you knew how much he’s wanted to fuck you too. Steve groaned into your mouth, biting on your bottom lip to slip his tongue inside. You didn’t even bother pausing for a moment to breathe, his kisses were intoxicating, deepening the desire you had for him.

You gasped when he suddenly pushed you back against a table, harder than you expected. There was no time for being gentle, Steve was seconds away from cumming in his pants every time he replayed your words.

“Bend the fuck over.” Steve rasped, turning you around by the hips to flatten you against the hard wood table.

Excitement racked through you, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, it was as though you manifested it. Steve flipped your skirt upside down, his palm coming down to rub against his own cock at the sight of you wet and waiting.

You shook your ass backwards, every moment where he wasn’t already inside you was torture. “Please, Steve.” You sighed, earning a harsh slap to your bottom.

“I’m going to give you what you deserve, talking so dirty about me while not knowing I was listening the whole time.” He narrated as he unbuckled his belt, taking his bare cock in his hands to slide the head through your slick folds.

You let out a quiet moan, you could already feel how big he was before he was even inside you yet. Your clit pulsated with need, when Steve finally decided to stop teasing you, he entered you with one long painful thrust.

“S-Steve—” you screamed, gripping the edge of the table. He threw his head back from how tight and warm you felt around him, unlike any other pussy he’s tried, fuck, he wouldn’t want a different one after this.

“That’s it.” He panted, staring down at where you were conjoined as he rocked his hips back out, just to force his cock back in deeply. “Taking me so well, baby. Knew this pussy would be made for me.”

You whimpered, jaw hung open as he pulled moans out from you. You struggled to breathe, every gasp of air was only met with another thrust. Steve held you firmer, quickening his pace as his balls smacked against your ass, plap plap plap echoed off the walls, the thick stench of sex surrounding you.

“Mmf—ohh—ahh,” you cried out, your obvious pleasure made him move impossibly faster, dragging the veins of his cock against the spongy spot inside you.

Steve took your hands behind your back, locking them together in his grasp to tug you back against him. “Fuck, mmm—just go dumb on my cock, sweetheart. You can’t even speak,” he laughed condescendingly, continuing to use you as his own fuck toy.

The pleasure inside you was building intensely, you couldn’t stop clenching around him, your hole sucking him back in with desperation. “Don’t—if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’m gonna cum.” Steve gritted out. You clenched around him again from the tightness in his voice. “I just said don’t fucking do that.” He brought a hand down onto your ass again, making you jerk forwards.

“Oh god!” you screamed, feeling him lift your right leg up, angling deeper into your pussy. The coil in your stomach was starting to tighten dangerously, you couldn’t help but grind your hips back against his, meeting him with each thrust.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, just like you wanted to.” Steve let you do all the work, until you started shaking and let out a final shout of his name, cumming all over his cock.

“Shit, I’m gonna, fuck—” your spasming hole and the added lubrication of your release sent Steve over the edge, leaning over you to push his sweaty chest against your back, keeping his cock still as he pumped his cum into you.

“Soo fucking good.” Steve sighed, pressing a kiss against your shoulder. You both stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths shakily.

You hadn’t even opened your eyes for a full minute when Steve was already climbing back off of you, starting to rock his hips slowly again.

“There you are, dingus.” Robin's voice snapped his eyes back to her. “That’s Steve, you know, my best friend I was telling you about.” She pointed at the man in front of you, your attention shifting to him.

He was taller than you expected, broad shouldered, hands buried deep in his pockets defensively. His expression was unreadable, almost intimidating—but there was something oddly uncertain about the way he stood, like he wasn’t nearly as confident as he looked. For a moment, you simply stared, not like other people did, just looking at him.

Then you smiled, small and soft around the edges. “Steve,” you repeated, slightly quieter than you usually spoke, trying the name out. The moment the syllables had left his mouth, he was completely thrown off, no one had ever made his name sound so gentle. Something warm settled inside his chest.

“Yeah.” He mumbled, unable to take his eyes off of you.

Your smile grew just a little, tilting your head at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Steve.” He didn’t realize he’d been staring until Robin kicked the back of his shoe, with enough force to make him stumble. You blinked, eyes wide. “Are you okay?”

Steve cleared his throat, face growing hot. “Yeah.” He grunted. Since meeting you, he’s spoken the same two words, unable to say anything else.

Robin raised a brow, like she immediately knew what was happening, her gaze landed on Steve, then flickered towards you, before the tiniest smirk curled at the corner of her mouth.

You were blissfully unaware, already looking around the room again while something else had managed to catch your attention. Robin took the opportunity and leaned towards Steve. “…It took like thirty seconds.” She sighed.

Steve frowned. “What did?”

Robin snorted, shaking her head knowingly. “For you to fall in love.”

His ears burned, letting out a loud scoff, because Steve did not fall in love. He didn’t let people break down his walls easily, let alone within the first minute of meeting them. “I didn’t.” His eyes turned towards you again. “She just—she has a nice voice, alright?”

Robin laughed so hard she had to grab his shoulder. “You’re in so much trouble.” She found the whole ordeal humorous, and for the first time, he had no reply. He was entirely captivated by your presence.

A few weeks later, Robin had become thoroughly entertained by the situation. As it turns out, Steve wasn’t nearly subtle as he tried to be. He found himself drawn to every little thing about you. The way you hummed songs underneath your breath while passing by him, the bright smiles you offered to strangers who simply glanced at you, the aura you carried lingered long after you left, impossible to ignore.

Steve never hovered, never flirted, never said anything outright that could give him away. Instead, he found reasons to be near you, listened as though every word you spoke deserved his full attention, and looked at you with affection so hidden it nearly made him go crazy.

The afternoon had settled into an easy quiet, there wasn’t many times you and Steve found yourselves alone, but whenever you did, you cherished his presence. Where your life was loud and always full of chaos, Steve was a calming constant, someone who grounded you by simply only being there.

He’d come over to fix the kitchen cabinet you’d accidentally broken, always needing to be helpful in a way. He insisted it would only take ten minutes, but the time was slowly turning into an hour, though neither of you seemed to mind.

Steve was crouched on the floor, screwdriver in hand as he tightened the last loose hinge. He looked intently focused, brows slightly pinched together and hair falling across his forehead.

You pushed yourself off where you had been leaning against the counter. “I should probably start getting ready.” You sighed.

The sound of the screwdriver stopped, his head lifting at his glanced upwards at you. “…Ready for what?”

“I have a date tonight.” A boy roughly around your age had wandered into your workplace yesterday, and before you knew it, you had secured a date.

Steve went completely still, the kitchen fell into a heavy silence as a pin drop could be heard. The only sign he was still alive was the slow but noticeable clench of his jaw.

You frowned, letting out a small laugh. “Steve, you alright?” You’d never seen him like this before, his usual casual manner disappeared before your eyes. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He finally blinked. “Don’t go out with him.” The force of the words had surprised you.

Your smile faded. “What?” He suddenly got up, taking a short step towards you.

“Please.” His voice cracked, your breath hitched. “Please don’t go,”

He was right in front of you now, close enough that you could see the unrestrained panic behind his irises, hear his uneven breathing. “I…” you searched his face, completely lost. “I don’t understand.”

Steve swallowed hard, hands flexing at his sides. The thought—just the thought of another man being near you, hearing your sweet voice that was unofficially reserved for him, made Steve want to break every plate in your cabinets. “You can’t.”

You realized the tone he was speaking in wasn’t out of stubbornness, it was desperation. The kind that stripped every wall away he’d claimed to built. When the confusion in your expression refused to fade, he resorted to the only thing left.

In one motion, he closed the remaining distance between you, kissing you with passion. You stumbled back, letting out a surprised gasp against his lips that made him crave more, pulling you closer.

“Steve,” you said breathlessly, kissing him back, feeling your knees go weak.

“Baby, please.” He responded in a whisper. If you had to hear him tell you please one more time you weren’t sure what to do with yourself.

His hand dug into your waist, while yours tangled into the soft mess of his hair, he moaned at the feeling. You pulled away for a moment as he chased your lips, stalling him with a hand on his chest. “What—you kissed me.” Your chest panted, trying to make sense of the last minute.

He stared deeply into your eyes, speaking without hesitation. “I kissed you.” He agreed. “And I’m gonna do it again.”

Your brows flew up, sputtering out a breath. “What’s gotten into you, Steve?” You asked, still touching him.

“I’ll tell you what’s gotten into me, since you’ve come into my life—no matter how long ago, I haven’t been able to fucking think.” He practically choked out. “And now, you’re going to go on a date with someone else? When I could love you just the way you deserve?”

Your lips parted, no words coming out. He loved you? “I’m going to show you that you don’t need anybody else. You want that?” Steve asked.

A thrill shot through you, an unexpected warmth bloomed in your lower stomach. Steve’s always been the handsome man you couldn’t help but want to get closer to, and with the way he was speaking to you, you only nodded quickly.

“Yes, yes, Steve.” A slow grin spread onto his face, starting to work you backwards until your knees hit the couch, sinking down as his lips reconnected to yours.

Then his hands were everywhere. Sliding up your ribs and rubbing your jaw, trying to communicate just how badly he wanted you. You arched into his touch, allowing his hands to venture beneath your top and find the swell of your breasts. “God—Steve!” You shouted, feeling him graze your nipple.

He smirked at how reactive you were to the barest of touches, moving your top out of the way to connect his mouth with your hardened nipples. He swirled his tongue over the bud, sucking harshly as his hand massaged the other. Steve swapped between the two, giving them equal attention until they slicked with his spit, you gripped his head tightly,

He climbed down your body, kissing his path all the way to where it ached the most. Your head was swirling, unable to focus on anything other than him, Steve who looked at you with so much desire that made you grinded against nothing.

He peeled your thighs apart, giving you one last glance before hiking up your skirt, relishing at the sight of the small dampened patch of your underwear. “Fuck, you’re soaked for me.” He exhaled.

You only whimpered, attempting to bring your hips closer to his face. “Please, Steve, I need you.” You were the one begging now, looking down at him desperately.

He finally gave in, kissing your covered clit once before moving your panties to the side, spreading your folds wide open with his thumbs. He quickly spit into your pussy, watching darkly as it mixed with your arousal.

Steve buried his face between your thighs, immediately devouring you like you were about to slip away from him. He hummed against you, making you throw your head back against the cushions. “You taste as sweet as you look.” He spoke muffledly.

You lost the ability to reply, the only sounds coming out of your mouth were loud moans. “Mmh—shit, don’t, don’t stop!”

Steve increased his pace, shoving his tongue into your weeping hole as you cried out, the added stimulation heightening your pleasure. “Close—so close, S-Steve!” You clenched your thighs around his head, he replaced his tongue with two fingers, scissoring you.

“Cum for me, baby. You sound so fucking good, need to hear you cum all over my face, just let go for me.” He talked you through it, allowing for your high to take over your body, as you went limp against the couch.

He finally detached himself once you were shuddering from the overstimulation, your release covering his mouth and chin. “You did so good for me.” He smiled at you, reaching up to caress your hair as you pulled him closer.

Steve settled beside you, the small couch forcing you to lay on his sturdy chest, without complaints. You listened to his heartbeat for a moment, but there was still so much you needed to hear.

“Did you really mean it, that you love me?” You whispered softly.

He tilted his head down to look at you, hand slowing over your back. “Of course I meant it.” He said without hesitation. “I love you more than I can admit, honestly. I just, I don’t want you to be with anyone else.”

You looked into his eyes, finger brushing the light subtle on his cheek. “And I don’t want to be with anyone besides you, Steve.” You returned.

You accepted it begrudgingly from his hands. “You know, one day I'll be able to reach for things myself.”

“Not while I’m around,” he said without hesitation, before nudging your shoulders. “So…what are we making?”

“Cookies!” You grinned, already moving to pull the sugar and eggs.

Steve’s brows lifted. “Oh no, you’re going to bake again?” He said solemnly.

“What’s supposed to mean?” You pointed a wooden spoon at him threateningly.

“Only that the last time you attempted baking, you almost burnt the whole house down.”

“Well,” you ignored his words. “You can either help or leave.”

“I’m helping.” He quickly rushed out, pushing his sleeves up. “I can’t stand around and watch as you turn the kitchen into your own disaster zone.” That earned a laugh out of you, leaning against the counter to catch your breath.

And Steve couldn’t help but stare for just a second longer than he should have. God, there it was again—that laugh, like somehow the whole room got brighter because you smiled at him.

He busied himself before you could catch him staring, turning his gaze onto the items in front of you. You bumped your shoulder with his. “You’re such a good best friend.”

The words hit him like a brick, but he smiled anyway. If being your best friend meant spending every Saturday morning in your kitchen, stealing excuses to make you smile and hoping, just once, that you’d catch one of the countless hints he’d been dropping, he would gladly do it.

Steve wasn’t exactly subtle, he hadn’t been for a very long time. He didn’t just know the broad things about you that everyone should know, he remembered the tiny details most people missed. How you always forgot to bring a jacket with you so he’d make sure to wear one to slip around your shoulders. The books that held a special place in your heart, the name of your childhood dog, he even noticed when you trimmed your hair only an inch.

He did all the gentleman-y things without being yours, walking on the outside of the sidewalk to protect you without thinking, pulling your chair out before you sat down, door handles held open before you could reach them. Absentmindedly holding your hand to help you over puddles, only letting go once he knew you were steady.

Robin had called him out on it more than once. “You know you’re basically acting like her boyfriend, right?”

“What if she doesn’t see it that way?” Doubt crept into his voice.

Robin stared at him for a long moment before sighing. “Then she’s either blind…or choosing not to see it.”

Steve prayed the second one wasn’t true. He convinced himself at first that perhaps you didn’t feel the same. That you simply saw him as your best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

It stung more than he could admit aloud, but he had made peace with it. Though during fleeting moments, every now and then, he’d catch you staring at him. Not when he was talking, or when everyone else was laughing, just looking like you were studying him.

Your eyes would linger for a heartbeat too long before your gazes would lock, looking away with a sheepish smile. And every single time, a glimmer of hope unfurled in his chest. Maybe there was something there after all, maybe he wasn’t imagining the way your face softened whenever he gave you a small smile, maybe the lingering glances meant what he desperately wanted them to mean.

He just hadn’t figured out how to make you realize he wasn’t looking at you that way because you were his best friend. He was looking at you that way because he’d fallen hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you.

Eddie Munson entered your life the way most things did in Hawkins, completely by fate. When you had initially wandered into Family Video to visit Steve during his shift, you ended up arguing with the long haired metal head over The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

“I’ll telling you, it’s unnecessarily disgusting.” You scrunched your nose, horror movies having never been up your alley.

Eddie looked personally offended, slapping a hand over his chest dramatically. “It’s art.”

“It’s about a man chasing people with a chainsaw to murder them.” You crossed your arms, the back and forth was strangely endearing.

Steve had watched the entire exchange from behind the counter, staying silent. You walked out that evening with a movie tape tucked under your arm, and somehow, a new friend,

At first, Steve didn’t think much of it, you deserved more than one friend, and you had plenty of love to go around. Besides, Eddie was funny, you laughed around him the same way you laughed around everyone you cared about. It was fine, really.

Then the little things started, Eddie began showing up more often, swinging by your place “just because.” He’d offer to walk you home if Steve was working late, bring rock and roll cassette tapes he swore you’d love, though Steve told himself it wasn’t a competition, he was only doing the same things he did.

That was the problem he realized, he was acting exactly like Steve. “You remembered my favorite candy?” You smiled so brightly at Eddie that Steve nearly dropped the glass cup in his hands.

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck nonchalantly. “You mentioned it once.”

Steve had also said those same words a hundred times whenever you questioned how he always remembered your favorite everything, his stomach sank.

A few days later, Eddie held the library door open for you, Steve frowned at the sight, that was his thing. Then he gave you his leather jacket when the weather turned chilly, that was Steve’s job.

By the end of the week, Steve had watched Eddie insist on paying for your milkshake, and unconsciously position himself between you and a speeding bicycle, never known to be the careful one.

Steve sighed. “Oh.”

Robin glanced upwards from where she was supposed to be alphabetizing returns. “What now?”

“I think Munson likes her.” He really didn’t want to speak those words into existence.

The worst part was how Robin didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah, for like, two weeks.”

Steve groaned, slapping his forehead onto the counter underneath. “And what am I supposed to do?”

Robin tilted her head knowingly. “I don’t know, Steve. Maybe ask her out?” She deadpanned.

He looked horrified. “…Or,” she continued. “Keep staring at her like a lovesick puppy, while Eddie does the same exact thing. Whatever this weird mating ritual is, keep me out of it.”

Steve couldn’t help comparing himself, Eddie was everything he wasn’t. Eddie naturally attracted attention, he played the guitar—well at that, he may be a high school dropout but he was not shy of being himself. Steve? He worked at a video store and got nervous whenever you got a little too close.

‘Muson’s cooler than me.’ The thought lingered longer than he’d liked. Then another thought followed, convincing him to try harder, Steve might’ve fallen into second place, but he was still in the game.

If Eddie was bringing you music to fall asleep to, Steve was showing up in the morning with blueberry muffins straight out of the oven.

If Eddie complimented your outfit, saying it was, “very metal,” Steve was already telling you your smile looked pretty before he could even realize the words left his mouth.

Steve dropped by your house one night after work, you swung open the door at the first knock. “There you are!” You beamed. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

His heart immediately forgot how to function. “You—you have?”

“Mhm!” You quickly pulled him inside, excitement written all over your features. “Come here,” you dragged him all the way to the living room, where the thousand-piece puzzle you’d been working on all week sat proudly on the coffee table.

Only, there wasn’t missing a single piece, Steve blinked. “You finished it?” He asked.

You nodded triumphantly. “I finished it.” You confirmed. “And look, I finally figured out that impossible section.”

Steve leaned over, trying very hard not to smile too much, you meant the section Steve helped you with once you had given up. You looked so ridiculously proud of yourself that Steve’s eyes sparkled with pride. “You did good.” He praised.

Your face lit up. “Really?” When he nodded surely, without thinking you threw your arms around him, Steve hugged you back automatically.

Then, just as quickly, you angled your head and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thanks for helping.” You said it like it was the most natural thing in the world, before turning back to admire your work.

Steve, on the other hand, stopped functioning. His hand drifted to the spot on his cheek, his throat closing up and skin flushed. As you left towards the kitchen to grab a drink, Steve remained rooted to his spot, busy replaying those last two seconds in his head.

Not even a day later, Steve spotted you in the trailer park, Eddie having just finished saying something that made you laugh.

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, burying your face against his shoulder for a second as you inhaled his strong masculine scent.

Steve stopped walking, the smile he’d been wearing since last night faltered. You hadn’t done anything wrong, you hugged everyone, but never after he had allowed himself to think the kiss on his cheek meant something.

Across the park, Eddie met Steve’s eyes over your shoulder, neither of them looked away. A slow infamous grin spread across his face while Steve’s brow twitched, message received. Things were far from over.

Meanwhile, you finally pulled away, completely oblivious to the silent rivalry unfolding right next to you. “So,” you looked between them brightly. “Who wants ice cream?” They both raced to pay for it at the register.

Steve had finally had enough, he was no longer going to stand around and wonder whether there could ever be a possibility of something between you.

After standing in front of the florist for an embarrassingly long time, he settled on a bouquet of pale pink carnations, and white lilies. He didn’t buy them because he thought they’d make you fall in love, it was just what he remembered seeing in movies where the boy attempted to be romantic.

The entire drive over, he rehearsed the words in his head like a mantra, he desperately didn’t want to mess up, but he needed to communicate all the thoughts he’s been holding in for the past months.

Once he approached your driveway, voices drifted through the air, coming from right in front of your house.

“…Can I tell you something?” It was Eddie’s voice, he realized. Steve froze in his tracks. “I think it’s kind of obvious by now,” he chuckled nervously.

Steve’s heart stopped, it seemed like he wasn’t the only one who thought today was the day.

“I like you.” The words made him go pale, looking down at the flowers in his hand. He was too late, you’d pick Eddie.

“I know.” You finally spoke gently. Steve squeezed his eyes shut, regretting he had come all this way for nothing. “But—”

You paused, he listened closely. “I don’t feel that way.” You lowered your tone. “ I think you’re incredible, Eddie. Really, anyone would be lucky to have you…that someone just isn’t me.”

You smiled sadly. “You’re my best friend, and—my heart’s already somewhere else.”

A laugh escaped Eddie, shaking his head amusingly. “I had a feeling.” You stepped closer, wrapping him a hug.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. As he turned to the side, his eyes landed on Steve, holding flowers, and looking like someone who deserved you more than he ever could.

“Don’t be.” Eddie replied, smirking. Steve snapped back to reality as he walked over, clapping his hand shoulder on the way. “Your turn, Harrington.”

Steve stared at him for a moment, then toward where you were heading for your front steps, then back at the flowers. “Oh, screw it.”

He hurried around the side of the house just as you stepped onto the porch, your eyes widened. “Steve?” You exclaimed.

“Hi, uh,” he looked at you nervously, suddenly forgetting his whole speech. “I brought you flowers.” He pushed them into your chest unexpectedly.

You looked at them and smiled sweetly. “I can see that, thank you, Steve.”

“But…” he cleared his throat. “I didn’t bring them just because, I brought them because I wanted to tell you that—”

“That?” You raised your brows, waiting for him to finish.

“That I’m in love with you.” He pulled the trigger, immediately his breath afterwards.

Your mouth dropped, for a moment, all you could was stare. “You are…?”

Steve laughed nervously, running his hands through his hair. “Yeah.” He swallowed. “And I know that’s probably not what you were expecting, considering we’re friends and all—and if you don’t feel the same, I understand. I just—I really couldn’t keep pretending anymore.”

You blinked twice, then a strange look took over your features, weirdly affectionate. “Steve.” He braced himself. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

His brows knitted together. “You’ve been waiting?” He repeated.

You laughed softly. “I mean, you showing up right now is quite the surprise. But,” your smile turned shy. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

Steve’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. “I don’t understand.” He said breathlessly.

“Steve,” you sighed. “You’re the only one who knows me better than I know myself. And, I’ve never wanted anyone else.”

“I just thought,” you shrugged, cheeks warming. “You were waiting until you were ready.”

Steve let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “I was trying to show you all this time.”

“I wanted to hear you say the words.” You suddenly stepped closer, until all that separated you were a few inches.

His eyes searched yours, comforting silence settled between you. “So, do you love me too?” He whispered.

“I’ve been waiting for you, remember?” Then you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, and instead of your kiss landing on his cheek, it aimed straight for his lips.

You laughed at her sad expression. “Traitor.” She groaned.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow,” he said as he set it aside. The front door swung open as another group squeezed into the already packed house, people dancing in the living room and crowding around the kitchen island.

You escaped outside before Steve could find another reason to argue with you. It wasn’t that you hated him, not exactly, Steve just had an incredible talent for getting under your skin at any given moment.

He always had something to say, if you climbed onto the kitchen counter to reach a cabinet, he’d tell you to get down before you broke your neck. If you wandered into the woods with the kids, he’d insist on following because, “someone has to make sure you don’t get eaten by a bear.”

“You have such a stick up your ass, Harrington.” You groaned, and that had become your thing. The bickering, the eye rolls, the sarcastic comments and storming away, everyone else found it hilarious. You and him were polar opposites, he didn’t know how to have fun, and you practically radiated it wherever you went.

Just as you stepped onto the backyard someone blocked your path. “Need company?”

You turned to find a guy you’d vaguely remembered from Hawkins High. “Josh, right?” You recalled.

His face lit up. “You remembered?” He grinned.

You matched it. “We had algebra 2 together, I have a decent memory.”

He leaned against the wall, looking at you curiously. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to talk to you all night.” He confessed.

“Oh?” You raised a brow, taken aback.

“You’ve kinda been surrounded by people.” He admitted. You laughed softly, holding your hands behind your back. From across the yard, you were unaware of Steve’s eyes on you, he hadn’t meant to stare. He’d only ventured outside because he lost sight of Dustin and wanted to make sure he was still okay.

Instead, there you are—laughing melodically, at some guy. Steve hadn’t realized he was frowning, not the usual one he wore, no, this one made the vein in his forehead twitch, the muscles in his hands clench into fists. He looked away just as he felt a hot surge in his chest, because he didn’t know why he was so upset about you looking at another guy softer than you’ve ever looked at him before.

“You wanna dance?” Josh asked, straightening up.

You looked toward the living room where bodies mingled to the beat, and you were never going to pass up an opportunity to have fun. “Why not?” You shrugged, taking his hand in yours with a smile.

Josh led you inside, all the way to the middle of the group where the light shined down on you both. The first strike happened once he leaned closer into your space, beginning to dance slowly as you shook your head with laughter.

The second strike happened when you raised your hands above your head, lightly grazing his shoulder and shouting the lyrics to a song that were definitely wrong.

The third strike happened when Josh had the nerve to place his hand onto your waist, a small but intimate placement, squeezing your skin and unconsciously bringing you closer. That’s when Steve had snapped.

“I’m feeling kind of parched.” You shouted over the music, beside his ear. “I’ll be right back.”

You didn’t wait for his nod before untangling yourself from him, laughing loudly as you searched for the drinks table nearby. Before your fingers could even wrap around a bottle, a familiar shadow cast over you. You looked up to find Steve already staring, his gaze unwavering.

“Can we talk?” He interrupted. Something in his voice made you pause, not softer, only tighter, like he was holding something back.

You sighed, intrigued by what he wanted from you now. “Fine.” Suddenly his hand wrapped around your wrist, leading you through the crowded house. “Steve?” You called his name, but he didn’t answer, just kept walking until he stopped in front of the guest bathroom.

“Steve.” He pushed the door open, you stepped inside. “What’s so important—”

The door locked shut behind you, you turned to find him blocking the exit, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway. Your heartbeat stumbled, not from fear, but the sudden closeness.

You crossed your arms, waiting. “Well?” You asked impatiently.

Steve took one step closer, then another, until it felt too daunting. You instinctively took a small step back, your shoulders met the wall, he noticed as neither of you were willing to look away first.

“Seriously?” You murmured. “You’re cornering me now?”

Steve’s gaze never left yours, only leaning closer so you could see the darkness surrounding his pupils. “What does he have that I don’t?” He ignored you, the jealousy spilling out before he could stop it.

Your breath hitched, confusion rattling you. “What are you talking about?” You asked carefully.

Steve’s jaw flexed, the room had gone quiet around you, the music reduced to a dull thump behind the bathroom door.

His eyes searched yours for a long moment before he repeated, slower this time. “What. Does. He. Have. That. I. Don’t?”

Your breath caught, for a split second, your composure cracked. Then you let out a weak, disbelieving laugh. “You’ve finally lost it, Harrington.” His expression didn’t change. “You’re drunk.”

“I haven’t had a single drink all night.” He rebutted quickly. Your smile faltered, as much as you wanted to believe he was lying, you knew it was true. Steve never drank at these parties so he could keep an eye on his friends, and partially because he hated the vulnerability of it.

You looked away first, trying to make sense of the conversion that had somehow spiraled completely out of control.

Steve laughed once, no hint of amusement. “You’ve known that guy for what, ten minutes?”

“So?” You challenged, not seeing the issue.

“So?” He echoed. “You let him put his hands on your waist.”

You blinked, remembering how you had danced together, Josh’s hand encapsulating your waist. “…What?”

“I watched him touch you.” His voice stayed remarkably calm, which somehow made the words hit even harder. “And you didn’t even stop him.”

You opened your mouth, nothing came out. Your lips pressed together again, giving up

“What?” Steve asked. A corner of his mouth tugged upward in a wicked smirk. “The chatty girl suddenly doesn’t have anything to say?” He mocked.

Your brows drew together. “What does it matter to you? Why do you care so much?” Your voice grew louder, the tension between you could be sliced with a knife.

“Because I hated it.” He gritted out, both of your chests panting heavily, trying to swallow the last ounce of air that remained.

You couldn’t take it anymore—he was insufferable, stubborn, and annoyingly handsome and—you reached up to pull him into a heated kiss. His lips were softer than you’d imagined, not that you imagined kissing Steve, how he would groan into your mouth, or instinctively pull you closer, his musky scent invading your senses.

Steve kissed you back passionately without hesitation, his hands flying to grip your waist tighter than Josh had, nails digging into your skin. The fight of your mouths wasn’t slow or gentle, he pushed his tongue past your bottom lip as yours fought for dominance, teeth clashing while your hands tugged on his long hairs.

“God, You drive me fucking insane.” He groaned, hooking his hands underneath your thighs to lift you onto the bathroom counter.

“Steve, don’t—mmh,” you sighed, his lips attached onto the side of your neck, sucking colorful marks as he kept a tight hold on you.

“Fuck—say that again.” Steve grunted, his thumb ghosting over your clothed nipple, you gasped at the touch, arching into him.

“W-What?” You stuttered out, unable to focus on his words while he kept kissing you so sweetly.

“My name, it sounds so good coming from your mouth, baby. Say it again.” Steve wasn’t asking, nothing he could ever drink could get him as high as the way you desperately said his name.

Your fingers tightened in his scalp, pulling him back up for another kiss. “Steve,” you moaned loudly, not caring if someone outside could hear.

He echoed your moan, clutching the edge of your skirt while he looked up at you. “Can I touch you, baby?” He asked, taking the time to verbally gain your consent.

You could cry from how patient he was being, not hesitating as you nodded furiously. “Yes, please, touch me.” You responded, watching as he bunched the fabric around your hips, palming your covered cunt.

“Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already so wet f’me.” Steve brushed over the wet spot, slightly applying pressure right over your clit.

Your jaw dropped open, sparks of pleasure shooting through you. “Ohh, Steve!” He pushed your panties to the side, watching your reaction with hooded lids as he teased you, running a single finger through your folds.

“Yeah? You need me, baby? Knew this pussy was mine, even before I touched it.” He spoke in a syrupy tone. The thought of Steve thinking about having you like this made more arousal leak out of you, soaking the inside of your thigh.

“It’s—shit—all yours, Steve.” You replied in a high pitch, feeling him dip his middle finger inside of you, curling it inwards. Your head knocked back against the mirror behind you, making it shake slightly as he fingered you painfully slow. “M-More, please, fuck me.” You begged between ragged breaths, your walls sucking him back in with each shallow thrust.

Steve suddenly pulled his finger out, making you whine in frustration before you noticed his hands unbuckling his belt, strands of hair falling over his eyes as he stayed focused. He shoved his pants and boxers down in one movement, allowing his flushed cock to pop out unrestrained. Steve hissed, wrapping a hand around the base and stroking upwards.

You were distracted by the sight for a moment, caught off guard when he reached for you, placing your legs back on the floor and spinning you around so that your front pushed against the counter, Steve knocking your knees apart behind you.

The only thing that left your mouth was a string of moans as pushed his length inside of you in one long thrust, Steve throwing his head back. “Mmf—fuck,” you gasped, never having felt this full before.

He was everywhere, your stomach, all the way in your throat, just Steve. All thoughts of Josh had evaporated from your mind, replaced by heavy thrusts as he molded your bodies together. “Such a tight, wet, cunt. Feels just like home.” Steve grunted, leaning over to bite your shoulder lightly.

When he lifted his head again, his eyes caught onto the sight reflected on the mirror. You, bent over with your hands outstretched in front of you, gasping on gulps of air as jumbled sounds left your mouth every time his tip reached your cervix.

His hand tangled into your hair, gripping and angling your head downwards to whisper in your ear. “Look at you crying all over my cock.” He rasped, your eyes connected with his in the reflection, heart thundering against your chest. “You look like a fucking piece of art.”

You clenched around him, not knowing what turned you on more, his words, or the spectacle of the boy you hated having you bent over for him. “Ngh, f-fuck!” Your face reddened as the pleasure inside you grew, his pace impossibly increasing.

“Keep your eyes on yourself, baby. If I catch you looking away you’re not finishing, got that?” Steve asked, you were already close to cumming, and the chance of not getting to, scared you above everything else.

You moaned out a response, fighting to keep your eyes open. “O-Okay, Steve!” Your mind was becoming clouded by pleasure, moving your hips back to match his thrusts every time he pushed back in.

Steve was holding out for as long as possible, he couldn’t believe he got you like this, and he was going to enjoy it to the last possible second. When he spotted your lashes fluttering, he fucked you roughly and slapped your ass with a loud smack sounding. “What did I just say?” All hints of softness disappeared from his voice.

You whimpered, biting your bottom lip and forcing your eyes back open. “Steve—ugh—I’m cumming!” Your legs shook, struggling to keep you upright while Steve continued fucking you without pausing, not far off himself.

“Fuck, you’re all mine—gonna cum inside you, you hear me? No one else can touch you but me.” He growled, thrusts turning sloppy and body shuddering as he finally came, rocking slowly to fill you up.

It was a miracle no one came knocking on the bathroom door, you had completely forgotten there were other people around, resting the side of your head against the cold counter for a couple moments before picking yourself back up again.

Steve leaned his head in the crook of your neck, swaying you side to side lightly as his hands remained wrapped around your waist, breathing into your ear. “Don’t let me go. Please.” He whispered so softly you almost missed it.

You brought your own hand over his, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. “I won’t. I promise, Steve.” At your reassurance he pressed a kiss to your cheek, making no rush to get back out to the party.

However, your close moment was interrupted once a knock sounded on the other side of the door. “Hurry up, I need to pee!” Someone yelled.

You couldn’t help but giggle quietly, Steve huffed, glaring daggers at whoever was behind the door. “Guess that’s our sign.”

He seemed to realize the same once he pressed his front against your ass, making you feel his hard boner. “God, in the kitchen wearing nothing but your panties? You have no idea how much you’re turning me on.” Steve groaned, grinding his hips in slow motions as your breath hitched.

Without any more words he bent you over the counter and spread your legs apart, watching with dark eyes as he let your panties slide down around your ankles, your dripping cunt on full display for him. There wasn’t a day where he didn’t wake up wanting you, and the lust that was running through his blood was intoxicating.

Steve pushed down his boxers, tugging his aching cock as it leaked pearly precum from the tip, before thrusting it inside you in one sharp moment. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out, back arching.

“Mmm, this pussy feels so good, baby. Was the first thing I wanted since I woke up.” Steve was rambling out words, high on the feeling of your clenching walls.

His pace was relentless, fucking you deep and quickly as you kept taking it all. His hand grabbed your wrists to pin behind you, using the force to fuck you back onto him. It wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm approaching, the coil continuing to tighten threateningly.

“S-Steve—don’t stop—‘m so close—shit, shit!” You screamed, squeezing your eyes shut as your body went slack against the counter. Steve’s own eyes rolled back, thrusting once, then twice, shooting ropes of cum into your hole.

The second time during the day had been during his shift at the squawk, you hadn’t intended to stay for long, but Steve ushered you into the recording booth before you could protest.

“C’mon baby, there’s no one here yet.” He closed the door behind him, pulling the blinds shut. You bit your lip, but Robin had left to run some errands and he had some free time on his hands.

“Was this morning not enough for you?” You asked, easing your brows, though warmth was already pooling in your stomach again.

Steve laughed, like you had said something absurd. “I can never have enough of you, or that sweet pussy.” He said, turning you around to face the panel of controls that lined the table. “Try not to hit anything important.”

But his words had gone out your ear the second you felt his cock stuffing you full, making your legs jerk and hands cling to the table. “Fuck—Steve—oh, fuck!”

His hands gripped your waist with enough strength to bruise, pounding into you at a rate that had you seeing stars fast. “All fucking mine—ahh—can’t even go an hour without being inside you, sweetheart. You were fucking made for my cock, yeah?” You couldn’t tell if he was talking to you or your pussy, but it was making you wet nonetheless.

A creamy ring surrounded the base of his cock, Steve became enamored with the sight. “Ya see that? See how perfectly we—mm—go together?” He panted, the wet sounds of your skin clapping echoed off the walls, turning into its own melodic song.

“Yes, Steve, yes!” Your jaw hung open, turning your head over the shoulder to stare at his own expression of ecstasy. Steve leaned forwards to capture you into a messy, heated kiss while his tongue explored your mouth, moaning into each other.

You focused on his hand that was now rubbing your clit, combined with his cock rearranging your guts, your high washed over you without warning. You whimpered at the overstimulation, but Steve couldn’t find it in himself to stop thrusting into you. The added lubrication of your release spurred him on.

It wasn’t until you heard footsteps approaching again, and quickly pushed him away. “Oh shit.” Steve muttered, tucking his cock back in and rebuckling his belt.

“Hey, what were you guys doing?” Robin chirped as she swung the door open, completely oblivious to your previous activities.

You laughed nervously, trying to hide your flushed face. “Oh, nothing. Just testing out the new features.” You shrugged, Steve gave a loud cough.

The third time took place in Steve’s beamer before you headed home, the sky was dark now, with only nearby light poles to illuminate the inside of the car.

Steve leaned the drivers seat back, looking at you with dilated pupils as he surged forward to grip your jaw, kissing you with passion. You gave in almost too quickly, letting him help you over the console to straddle his lap.

“I need you, baby. It’s like an addiction.” Steve breathed unevenly, breaking the kiss to expose his cock once more. It was impossible for him not to be hard, the veins were still pulsing and the head twitched when you wrapped your hands around it.

“Fuuuuuck,” Steve moaned at your slow languid strokes. “Just ride me, please. Or I’m gonna cum right now all over your hand.”

You laughed at his torture, before rising on your knees slightly to shimmy your pants down, pulling your panties to the side. This time, instead of him instantly thrusting into you, Steve pushed his finger deep into your entrance and curled, making you collapse against him.

“Thats what I thought. Always ready and dripping for me, needy girl.” He smirked. “You need this cock as much as I need you, huh?”

You moaned as he abused your cunt for a while more. “Mhm, need it so badly, Stevie.” You begged, and he obliged, removing his fingers to suck on your arousal, groaning at the taste.

You acted quickly, guiding his head to your hole and sinking down. “Ahh, fuck.” You sighed high pitched, gripping his shoulders to start grinding back and forth.

“Thats it, baby, just take it all.” Steve buried his face into the crook of your neck, but he realized he needed to be deeper inside you. Steve lifted you off his cock, until only an inch remained, and pushed you back down roughly, his balls smacking against your clit.

You gasped loudly, but quickly followed through, bouncing on his cock as your moans rang out. “Mm, mm, mm!” You sounded each time he reached your pelvis, the windows fogging up with your effort.

Though soon your knees started to ache, leaning against him for help, Steve held you steadily, thrusting his hips upwards to fuck his cock up into you. “Fucking, shit.” He gritted out, the whole car shaking beneath you from the force.

“Go—ohh—gonna cum, urg—” you held onto him like your life depended on it, pussy spasming around him while you came for the third time that day.

Steve pushed your hips down onto him for the last time, to fill you up to the brim with his hot cum, watching as it leaked out of you. Your cunt was sore and spent, you were only able to pant heavily as you caught your breath. “That was…” Steve started, leaning his head back.