Heat of the Bite - Continued.
Warnings: 18+
Steve Harrington x reader
Summary: The heat of the bite continues on with Steve finally letting his urges take over him. Steve's bite takes over his actions, maybe leading to something lustful.
The walk back to the others is slow, awkward, and intensely quiet.Â
Steve keeps drifting toward you like a magnet someone turned up too high. Every few steps his shoulder slightly brushes yours. It almost seems too intentional to be accidental, but too subtle to call him out on it. His breathing is uneven, and his hands keep flexing like he’s trying not to pounce on you.Â
Robin walks a few feet ahead, glancing back every few seconds with a suspicious look of someone who absolutely knows something had happened.Â
“So,” she says finally, loud enough to snap your heads up, “everyone good back there? No passing out? No... making out?”Â
“Robin, no.” you groan.Â
Steve chokes on nothing, “Nobody was making out!”Â
“Mmhmm sure,” she hums, eyes narrowing at the two of you. “You two look weird.”Â
“We don’t look weird,” you shoot back.Â
“You look weird,” she says again, pointing between the two of you. “Like..tension weird.”Â
Steve mutters, “It's not tension Robin.”Â
But the way he says it. It’s low, hoarse, and not convincing at all. It makes Robin’s eyebrows hit her hairline.Â
“Okay Steve,” she says, hands up. “Fine. But when you two start acting feral in front of everyone else, I’m not explaining it.”Â
You want to snap back, but Steve suddenly sways.Â
Just enough that you notice it.Â
You’re by his side instantly. “Steve?”Â
Steve presses his hand against his forehead, jaw clenched. “I'm fine. Just- everything's loud. Bright. And you're-” Â
Robin narrows her eyes listening in. “You’re what?”Â
He shakes his head too fast. “Nothing.”Â
Every time his gaze lands on you, it burns; it lingers too long.Â
Robin slows her pace slightly. “Should I... go ahead? Give you two a second?”Â
You both answer at the same time.Â
Robin stares at him, then back at you, then lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Okay. I’ll meet you both at the road. Try not to, I don’t know, combust or whatever is happening.”Â
The second she’s out of sight; Steve gets close to you and grabs your wrist. Not rough, not firm, but with urgency. Â
“Y/N,” he breathes, slowly filling the gap between the two of you. “I can’t- I can’t focus.”Â
Your heartbeat starts to speed up. “What do you mean?”Â
He swallows hard, eyes locked on you like only you exist. Â
“I’m trying to walk,” he mutters, low and desperate, “I’m trying to think, but this bite- it's making everything feel overwhelming, stronger.”Â
He’s just inches from your face, hovering so close you feel his breath.Â
“I can’t think straight. Not when you’re this close. Not when you touch me. Not when you say my name.”Â
He huffs a shaky breath. “I tried to ignore it. I can’t contain it.”Â
Your hand lifts to his cheek, and he exhales like he's been touch starved.Â
“Steve,” you whisper, “tell me what you need.”Â
His eyes linger at your lips- longing with hunger, desperation before meeting your glimmering gaze.Â
Then he succumbs to defeat.Â
Steve cups your face with both hands and pulls you into a kiss that’s filled with heat and urgency. Seems like he’s been holding it back for months, and he finally broke. His lips crash into yours with a desperation that makes your knees feel like jelly. He softens instantly, kissing you like he's afraid when he opens his eyes you'll be gone and the moment is over forever.Â
You clutch his shirt tightly, pulling him closer. Steve melts into your touch with a quiet, broken sound that sends shivers all throughout your body.Â
The world seems to fade between the two of you.Â
His fevered body pressed into yours, his trembling fingers in your hair, lips moving against yours like you'll disappear.Â
It's everything you’ve both wanted. Â
It feels like the only thing keeping him grounded.Â
When he finally pulls back, breathless and flushed, he rests his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes all flustered.Â
“See?” He whispers.Â
“I’m completely gone for you.”Â
His confession hung in the air for only a moment before the desperation in his eyes flared up again. The bites' influence came surging back for more. A new, more intense possessiveness came over Steve. Â
“You’re mine Y/N,” he whispers deep and hoarse in your ear.Â
In one swift motion, he swept you into his arms; your surprised yelp smothered against his neck as he carried you away. He moved at an unusual pace. His steps were quick and silent despite his fevering state. Steve found a massive oak, trunk wide and sturdy, perfect to have you against.Â
He set you down, hovering over you.Â
“I need you. Now. I can’t wait,” he demanded, voice husky with need that seemed painful.Â
Steve’s hands were everywhere on you at once. Mapping your body with urgency as his mouth found yours again in a heated kiss.Â
His fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans, the simple task seeming to frustrate him.Â
He had groaned in annoyance as he gave up such a simple task. His strength was heightened and raw.Â
Steve hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and your panties. He pulled the fabric that yielded his urgency with a sharp tear. The sound was loud in the quiet woods. The cool forest air hits your bare skin, a shocking contrast from his warm hands that are sliding down your body. Â
He pulls you hard against the length in his own pants.Â
“Steve!” You gasped; the protest lost as his mouth hits yours again, swallowing the sound.Â
Steve breaks the kiss, breath hot against your ear, “I can smell how much you want this,” he murmured, voice dark and deliciously raspy.Â
“Smell how wet you are for me. That’s all for me. You’re all mine Y/N.” Â
The claim was almost animalistic; it had sent shivers of pure desire all around your body. He bit down gently on your earlobe. The sharp little pain mingling with pleasure, making you cry out.Â
Steve’s hand slid around from your backside, fingers seeking and finding your core with accuracy.Â
One finger plunged into you, and your head fell back against the tree with a thud. Â
Then a second finger joined the first, slightly stretching you, his thumb circling your clit with a pressure that was perfectly consistent.Â
His enhanced senses were unmistakable; he seemed to know exactly how to move, where to touch, reading every hitch of your breath perfectly. Â
“That’s it,” he encouraged, voice thick with arousal as he watched your face.Â
“Let me feel you baby.”Â
You were already climbing, his skillful fingers controlling the tension inside you tighter and tighter. His eyes were locked on yours; the black pupils wide with lust and something wild. The bite had unleashed this different side of Steve.Â
Just as you were reaching the edge, he took his hand away.Â
You whimpered in protest but slowly stopped as you saw Steve finally undoing his pants, freeing his erection. Â
Steve was thick and hard.Â
He gripped your hips firmly.Â
Steve lifts one of your legs to hook around his waist, opening you up completely. Not caring about the bite on his waist.Â
“Look at me Y/N,” he commanded, intensely with a darkened gaze.Â
You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze.Â
He positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against your heat.Â
“You’re mine,” he growled, with one powerful thrust, now fully inside you.Â
The sensation was so overwhelming.Â
The stretch, the fullness, the sheer rightness of it.Â
You cried out, the sound swallowed by the thick forest air. He didn’t move, just held himself there, body trembling with the effort of holding still.Â
Steve drops his forehead to yours, his breath coming in ragged pants.Â
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans. Â
“You feel... everything. I can feel everything.”Â
Then his arms tightened around you, lifting you up effortlessly. Wrapping your legs firmly around his waist, pressing you hard against the rough bark of the tree. Â
Steve’s hips began to move, slow, but passionate rhythm that sent a jolt throughout you. The friction was intense, the pressure building with each thrust. You met his rhythm; your body was instinctively moving with him, lost in dance.Â
The bite amplified everything – the pleasure, the need, the possessiveness.Â
He was relentless, driving into you with a hunger that seemed insatiable.Â
You clung to Steve, nails digging into his back. Your breath catches in your throat with each powerful thrust.Â
The world narrowed to the space between your bodies, the feeling of his skin against yours, the taste of his sweat on your lips.Â
Steve quickened his pace. Â
Movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. You could feel the tension building within him. Raw, untamed energy that was flowing within you both. You were almost to the edge.Â
With a groan, he exploded within you. Â
The world dissolved into a euphoric sensation.Â
His body shuddered against yours, his grip tightening, his breath ragged. Â
You met his climax, your own body throbbing with pleasure, your cries echoing in the silent woods.Â
He collapsed against you, his weight pressing you against the tree. He buried his face in your neck, breath hot on your skin.Â
“Fuck,” he rasped, voice full of exhaustion and satisfaction. “You’re... incredible.”Â
You clung to Steve, body still trembling, heart pounding out your chest. The world slowly coming back into focus.Â
He slowly pulled back.Â
Eyes are locked on yours.Â
Gaze filled with awe and possessiveness.Â
He ran a hand through your hair, touching so gentle.Â
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” he whispered.Â
“You... You make me feel alive.”Â
You leaned in and kissed, a soft, lingering kiss that was filled with love.Â
The bite had changed him, had unleashed a side of him no one knew existed. But it had brought you two closer with a bond that was stronger.Â
Steve pulled back. “Now, about Robin...”Â
You laughed, the sound echoing in the woods. “We can get to her in a minute.”Â
He grinned at you, hand finding yours. “Deal.”Â
Steve kissed you again, a slow lingering kiss.Â
You pulled away, a new thought crossing your mind. Â
“Steve, wait. I need to make sure you’re okay.”Â
You looked at his waist examining his bandage. Â
“Seems like it stopped bleeding,” you say.Â
“Y/N are you okay?” Steve asks in return.Â
You look at him with confusion.Â
He looks you up and down. “You aren’t hurt, are you?”Â
You shook your head, confused, while smiling. “No, I’m fine.”Â
He smiled back in relief. “Good. Because I’m not sure if you could handle that.”Â
“Now let’s get out of here before Robin comes looking for us.”Â
You laughed, your hand, finding his. “Agreed.”Â