wishful thinking
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 3.4k
18+ smut mdni protected p in v sex (yay!), unprotected p in v sex (don’t do this), fem masturbation, dirty talk.
a/n: two of my favorite tropes (friends with benefits to lovers, unrequited requited love) with my favorite character (steve!) i hope you like it if you read!!
The beamer sits at the edge of Lover’s Lake. Steve pulls you back into him from your hips. Each thrust jolts you forward. He leans over to put an arm around the front of you. You feel his bicep curl around your throat. Pulling you up against his chest.
Your hand fumbles against the door. A foggy imprint of your hand is left behind on the humid glass.
“Doing so good for me. Taking it so well.” Steve mumbles praises against the shell of your ear. His breath tickles. You turn your head to capture his lips. The hand gripping the side door comes up to tangle in his hair. It’s difficult in this position, but you manage a disorganized, chaotic kiss. Steve takes your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging lightly, before pulling away. You whimper at the action. Bringing his hand down, he pulls the top of your dress down. His fingers run over your sensitive nipple. Soft lips press against the back of your neck. It’s a stark difference to the rough thrusts of his hips. He pushes in and out of you quickly. The drag of him inside you makes pressure rise in your body. The tip of him is hitting so far inside you, it’s like you can feel him in your stomach. The sounds falling from his pink lips make your head spin.
His arm drops from its position around your shoulders. He curls his hand against your thigh, dragging his nails along your skin as he pulls it under the fabric of your dress. It finally finds its place between your legs. He presses on your clit, rubbing it in broad strokes. Your hand flies down to his wrist, gripping it. You’re not sure whether to push his hand away or bring it closer. The influx of sensations is bordering on overstimulation. You gasp and throw your head back onto Steve’s shoulder. He fits his face into the crook of your neck.
Steve coos at you. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. You can take it. Be a good girl, for me.” He lessens his thrusts, dragging his hips back slowly. It’s torturous. You try to push yourself back onto him, but he holds your hips in place.
You whine at him. “Steve, come on. We don’t have much time. Everyone is waiting.” The huff of your words displays your irritation.
“You’re so bossy, you know that?”
Your rebuttals die on your tongue as he picks up his pace again. He drags along inside of you. It’s not long before you feel your orgasm building back up. Steve’s little huffs and whines against your cheek, helping you further along. His fingers are back on your clit in an instant. The push of his hips becomes sloppier and less rhythmic as he also nears the edge.
“Need to feel you come. Squeezing me so good. Such a good girl for me. Just mine.” Steve’s rough voice cuts through the sound of your skin meeting. The words fall from his lips so easily. It’s hard not to let them go straight to your head.
“Mhm. All for you, Steve.” You nod with your eyes closed. The back of your head lulls back onto his shoulder. Steve groans as though he were in pain. His fingers and hips pick up speed simultaneously. He’s hitting a spot inside of you that makes stars dance behind your eyelids. He drags you along his cock. He presses just a bit harder on your clit and times a particularly harsh thrust into you. With that, you feel the tight band of pressure snap in your lower stomach. You gasp and lurch forward. Hips pushing back onto Steve. He follows you into the new position, his thrusts never ceasing and his hold never faltering.
“So good, Oh- Fuck. There she is. I got you, baby.” Steve’s words are slurred. You feel him twitch inside of you as he continues his movements. The sensations he’s dragging from you prolong your pleasure. He pumps two more times before he stills and moans languidly. The sounds he makes as he comes are muffled into the skin of your neck.
All that can be heard in the car is the combination of your and Steve’s heavy breaths. He places a quick kiss on the back of your right shoulder and pushes himself up. Pulling out gently, he taps your hip. You turn around as he ties the condom off. He sets it on the ground and picks up his discarded shirt. You pick up your straps over your shoulders.
Steve smiles at you, and you can feel your chest tighten. Blush rises in your cheeks. He leans over you to push the car door open next to you.
“Ladies first.” His hand brushes a stray hair out of your face. The burning in your cheeks doesn’t fade as you step out into the open air. The cool night breeze feels amazing on your heated skin. Steve fumbles around getting out behind you. You can hear his light curses, and you bite your lip to suppress a giggle. You follow him as he walks around to the passenger’s side to open the door for you. You settle into your seat, and the door shuts behind you.
Steve sits in the driver’s seat. “All good?” He turns to check on you.
You smile at him, though you can feel it doesn’t reach your eyes. The confusing mix of emotions that seems to follow every moment with Steve lately settles in.
“Yeah, let’s go. Everyone’s probably there already.” You nod at him. He flicks on the radio. The soft sound of The Cars fills the space. He backs out of the spot and follows the path out to the main road. Nancy’s house isn’t too far of a drive, and Steve made sure to stop for popcorn and some candy beforehand. A good cover for your little detour before movie night. The silence between the two of you is comfortable. He pulls up to the side of the Wheeler house. You can't help but think of how many times he had done just this when he was with Nancy. Parked in this exact spot in this exact car. Walked the same driveway up to the door. Your brow furrows as you try hard not to think of how fragile your arrangement is. Something born out of a late night and a few too many drinks. Your feelings for him sit tight at the top of your heart. It all feels so temporary in comparison to this reminder of him in a real relationship.
“Hey, you okay?” Steve’s soft voice draws you out of your thoughts.
“Yes. Yeah, I’m sorry. All good.” You smile at him and go to open the door. His warm hand on your thigh stops you.
“You can talk to me, you know that. Right?” He lifts his other hand to caress your face. His thumb is rubbing lightly against your cheekbone. His hazel eyes reflect the warmth he always seems to emanate. You feel yourself getting lost in them. “We’re friends.”
With those words, your feelings dull. You pull away from him and go to step out. His hand falls slowly.
“I know. Thank you, Steve. I’m alright. I promise.” Your lips form a tight smile. You don’t wait for his response as you shut the door and go wait for him at the edge of the driveway to walk up with you.
The awkwardness between the two of you is apparent. No more words are shared. At the door, you feel the back of his fingers brush yours. The touch is fleeting as the door bursts open. The pair of you are startled. Steve pulls his hand back and takes a large step away from you. You try not to let how the action affects you show on your features.
Robin is exasperated. “Where were you guys? You’re over an hour late. We were this close to sending out a search party.” Her hands grab the microwave popcorn box Steve holds.
Steve holds it up and away from her.
“Hello to you, too, Robin.” Steve pushes past her into the foyer. Robin follows him, still fighting him for the box. You take a minute to gather yourself before heading inside, preparing for another night of pretending you don’t know what Steve Harrington’s lips taste like.
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The WSQK radio station gives you no respite from your feelings. You sit on the couch adjacent to the sound booth. Steve sits on the floor to your right. His shoulder brushes your knee lightly with every move. He chews on his sandwich as Robin recounts her latest date with Vickie. You absentmindedly curl your finger around a strand of Steve’s hair, only listening with half of your attention. You had forgotten your lunch in a rush to get out the door this morning, so you had nothing to quell the hunger in your stomach.
As though he could read your mind, Steve suddenly puts half of his sandwich in a napkin on your lap. He doesn’t even look your direction as he turns back to take a sip of Gatorade, but the action warms your chest. You smile as you lift the sandwich to your lips and take a bite. His hand falls subtly to wrap around your ankle. Thumb stroking softly at the exposed sliver of skin.
These moments in between make you wonder if there could be more. You wonder about Steve taking you on dates. Telling your friends about the two of you. Holding his hand and kissing him publicly. These thoughts are all that fill your mind as you chew. Robin’s voice suddenly pulls you out of it.
“What about you, Steve? Aren’t you gonna ask that girl from the cafe on another date?” Robin picks at her nail polish, not looking over to either of you.
You’re sure Steve can feel the way you tense up. He yanks his hand away as if touching you burned. A lump forms in the back of your throat. Steve clears his.
“Hm, yeah. Was just thinking about taking her to dinner.” Steve mumbles. He picks at the frayed carpet.
You stare at the bitten sandwich in your lap. Your appetite is gone, just as the warm feeling from Steve is. It’s all crushed up in the pit of your stomach.
Standing up, you drop the sandwich back into Steve’s hands. Smiling tightly, you give him a small nod.
“Gonna go sort some records in the back, if you guys need me.” You don’t wait for a response and hurry out of the room. When you round the far corner, you press your back against the wall and look up at the ceiling. Tears threaten to spill from behind your closed eyelids. Shaking your head, you straighten. It’s no use. Steve’s not yours. You’re not his. He’s made that perfectly clear. Those tender moments you hold on to are just that. Fleeting moments that stem from friendship and proximity, not romance.
The back room offers some space and comfort away from the boy who twists up your thoughts. You’re pulling records from the boxes and sorting them. You feel his presence before you see him. Your body was so attuned to Steve, you would know him blindfolded.
“Hey, uh, I just wanted to check if you needed any help or,” He trails off. You look up to see him rubbing his neck. You hate that he knows you were upset.
“No, I’m okay.” Reassuring him was second nature. It’s not his fault you don’t know how to take only what he offers. Knowing this doesn’t stop the pain, but it’s not his pain to bear. His head bobs.
“Do you think I could come over tonight?” The question hangs between you two. He moves his head to try to catch your gaze. You make quick eye contact before looking away. You know exactly what he is asking. You so badly wish you had it in you to decline. To say no to him. But your mouth forms the word before your heart can catch up.
“Yes,” Your voice catches a bit at the end.
“Cool. I‘ll come by around 8.” An awkward beat passes. “I’ll uh leave you to it. Let me know if you want help.” He lingers at the door. It’s almost as if he wants to say more, but at the last minute changes his mind.
The rest of the work day goes by without a hitch. You manage to avoid any awkwardness with Steve.
These complicated feelings for Steve sit at the forefront of your mind on your drive home. Maybe it’d be best to take a break. You’d give it tonight, and then you’d stop. Only until you can have your brain talk some sense to your heart.
Steve shows up at 8 o’clock on the dot. His knock at your door makes your heart jump. His lips are on yours as soon as you open the door. Walking you backwards into the apartment, he shuts the door behind him with his foot.
“Missed you.” He says against your lips.
You pull back to give him a look. “It’s only been like 3 hours.”
“Too long.” He takes his coat and shoes off. Pulling you back into him, he’s desperate with his kiss. He strips you of your clothes as he leads you both to the bedroom. His lips only leave yours to allow the layers to fall to the floor.
Gently, he lays you onto your bed. His kisses sweeter than usual. You don’t think too much about it. It’s all just wishful thinking. He finds little resistance as he presses into you. Pulling his hips back, he shallowly thrusts back into you. He moans loudly.
“You feel so incredible wrapped around me. So good.” You whine at his praise. He kisses you slowly. Tongue mapping your lips and licking into your mouth.
Something about this feels too intimate. Too tender. Your heart beats so quickly. It feels like it wants to escape the confines of your ribs to get closer to Steve.
He places his forehead on yours. Sliding a hand down your thigh, he takes it at the knee to bend it towards your chest. Your hips open wider in this position, allowing him to slide deeper. Your nails run along his back. The rhythm he sets is hard and fast. The pressure is building at your core. It feels like too much and not enough.
The words fall from your mouth before you can stop them. They’re soft and slurred. “Steve, I love you.”
Steve freezes instantly. His thrusts cease. Your brain finally processes what you’ve just said.
“What?” Steve pulls back to look at you. His expression is a mix of disbelief and shock.
“I- It’s- No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-“ You struggle to form a sentence. This is your worst nightmare realized. Time slows as you push him off of you. He winces as he complies and pulls out. You turn, scrambling for something to cover yourself with.
“Hey, Hey. Slow down.” Steve holds his hands up in appeasement. He’s cautious, like any small movement would send you running out the door. He’s not wrong in his assumption, but the softness in his tone keeps you rooted in place. You pull the covers up and over your body. Steve covers himself with the other end, keeping a small distance between the two of you.
You stare at your folded hands. Embarrassment burns your cheeks.
“Did you mean it? Or was that like a heat of the moment thing?” His question leaves you with a golden opportunity to backtrack. To tell him to forget about it. That it was nothing. But you can’t bring yourself to lie. Not to him and not about this.
“I meant it. I’m sorry, Steve. I know what this is. I just maybe need some space to get over it.” You’re solemn in your delivery, still refusing to meet his gaze.
“Hey, look at me. Please?” He steadily grasps your hands in his warm ones. Slowly, you look up at him. His hazel eyes move across your features.
“I love you, too.” He whispers. “Like a lot. I really love you.” He repeats, almost as if to confirm it for himself. The corners of his mouth lift into a bright smile.
“You- what?” You’d never considered this possibility. You’d have resigned yourself to a lifetime of accepting any piece of Steve Harrington you could get.
“I’m in love with you. I have been for so long. You’re my favorite person in the world. This was all so stupid. I got it backwards. I just didn’t think you’d want me as more than just this.” He gestures at the space between the two of you.
You shake your head. “I want you. All of you. I’ve always wanted you.” Surging forward, you bring him in for a kiss. Steve’s quick to wrap his arms around your frame to bring you in closer to him.
“I love you.” You pull away to say. “I love you.” A kiss lands on one cheek. “I love you.” Another one lands on his other cheek.
His soft laugh lights up your chest. He kisses you tenderly. He holds you like something precious.
You feel him through the thin white sheet around his waist. Mumbling against his lips, you speak. “You’re still hard?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve got the prettiest girl ever naked in my bed telling me she’s in love with me. How could I not be?” He cradles your face in his hands. The expression on his face is so tender, your eyes well up with tears. “I’m so lucky.”
You laugh at his sweetness before pulling him down on top of you. Your kisses grow needier. Feeling drunk off his affection, you can’t seem to get enough.
“I want you. Want you inside me.” You pant into his open mouth. Your hands are pulling at his hair.
“You have me, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He assures you. His hand slides down your side. Grasping himself, he lines up and pushes in once again. You push your hips up, making him bottom out quickly. You both gasp. He resumes his quick thrusts from before. The tip of him hits deep inside you, making you moan with every move. You squeeze around him, causing Steve’s hips to stutter.
“I’m never gonna let you go. My best girl. I love you.” He rambles almost incoherently against the skin of your chest. “I’m so close. Can you touch yourself, baby? Please? Wanna see you. Wanna feel you come on me.” He begs with a whine. The wet sounds between the two of you grow filthier. Your hand reaches down to press on your clit. Immediately, you circle the bud with exact pressure. Steve can’t tear his eyes away. The sight of you touching yourself as you take him makes his stomach pull tightly.
“My pretty baby. You’re such a good girl for me. You gonna come?” He looks up at you. You nod your head vigorously.
“Yeah, gonna come. You’re so good, Steve. Feels so good.” You babble out. Your fingers speed up on your clit as his thrusts grow rougher. A clear indication of his impending finish.
“Come for me. Let me feel you. Be a good girl. Come, baby.” Steve’s words shoot directly between your legs. You feel yourself fall over the edge. Your orgasm hits you. Your muscles tense as you arch into Steve. He holds you to him at the small of your back. The pulsing of your walls around him sends him following right after you. He works you through your highs. He continues to thrust until you both feel the overstimulation.
Pulling out of you, he rolls over. His arms pull you with him. Exhaustion takes over your body. Your skin is sweat-slicked. You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck. His fingers trail lightly up and down your back. Both of you settle into the silence. The mess between your legs begs for a cleanup, but you can’t bring yourself to move just yet. Steve presses a lingering kiss to the top of your head.
“I love you. I love you so much.” His warm breath ghosts over your hairline. You press a light kiss to his chest, sighing contentedly. You’d stay here for as long as Steve wanted. Forever, if you could. Judging by the way his arms wrap around you to hold you tighter to him, you imagine he feels the same.















