SUMMARY ; coming back to hawkins from california, seeing steve for the first time in a long time sparks old feelings.

TAGS ; hopper!reader, reader is in their last year of school!

the ride back to hawkins is rough. california treated you well, better than hawkins. atleast you didnt lose your dad there. but ofcourse the upside down haunts you, haunts all of you. now you're back to a broken hawkins with jane, will, jonathan, mike and argyle.

the town you grew up in was tarnished, you saw people rush to ther cars with boxes in their hands, desperate to leave the hellish town. your mood lifts slightly as a familiar house gets in your view. the wheelers house.

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the first thing steve sees is a bright yellow pizza truck. then comes a random guy with long hair, then jonathan, steve, mike, el....then there's you. you look grown, curvier, prettier in a mature way. you certainly grew out of your nerdy little self, probably bullied out of it, he assumes. if hawkins is incredibly judgmental, he cant imagine how schools in california are. but god do you look pretty. he doesn't even care about nancy and jonathan embracing. not when you're there.

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you spot dustin, robin, who you have yet to talk to even after the incident at the mall and everything with the russians, then steve. looking right at you with a small, fond grin. he's taller, a bit bigger muscles wise. and his hair is still perfect. “steve!” you shout, rushing to him, not caring if you accidentally shove dustin. he opens his arms, catching you as you throw yourself at him. “hey,” he whispers against your hair, clutching you tightly. he didnt know how much he missed you, how much he needed you. maybe now more after losing eddie.

“so many things have happened god i-” you pull away just enough to look at him. he's so into you that he doesn't see the way robin and dustin look at both of you. “i have so much to tell you.” both of you say at the same time, causing you to hug him again tightly. “i need to be with you alone.” he whispers softly, pulling away from you and nodding robin off his car. “its okay,”

she says almost immediately before he can give an excuse. “jonathan can give me and dustin ride, i hope.” you look at her over his shoulder, you still dont know who she is. you're sure she's close to him, and that bothers you. more than it should of. little did you know... you walk over to jane, gently cupping her cheeks. “im going with steve, if you need anything promise to—”

she nods, hugging you tightly. “ill call. i promise. im going with mike to the hospital. max.” she mumbles, eyes closing in your embrace. “be careful, okay? love you.” you whisper, kissing her buzzed head before pulling away. you give mike a small trusting but stern look before also hugging him.

“be careful, all of you. if you need me or steve just call.” he also nods, draping his arm around jane's shoulder once you pull away. you grab onto steve's arm, letting him take you to the passengers seat. the drive to the forest is quiet, comfortable. once he parks, he rolls the windows down and turns to you. you look so pretty its almost hard not to stare.

“you've changed.” he remarks softly, tugging at your hair. “i turned cool.” you tease, slapping his hand away. “you've changed too, please dont tell you matured.” he snorts at your comment, shaking his head almost solemnly. you notice the shift, the way he looks sadder. “i really- i really needed you here. you know?”

you and steve been friends since kids. you were there when his dad was being an asshole to him, you were there when he needed a place to stay whenever his dad would kick him out. hopper turned into an almost father figure, or atleast an authoritive figure. a healthy one. when hopper 'died' and joyce decided to take you and jane to california his world shifted. it was nothing like losing nancy, no. it was like losing a part of him. “i really-”

you sniffle, already feeling tears form. “god i really needed you there too.” california was a big shift. nobody bothered you, not because you defended yourself, but because you shapes yourself to be like those girls that would be the bullies and not the bullied. jane distanced herself, as a teenager would do, and jonathan, only a year older, someone who you thought would relate to you, was high all the time.

you needed steve just as much as he needed you. “i really missed you.” you repeat, fidgeting with your sleeve. when you left, you remember the way he held onto you. the way his hands trembled while you reassured you'll come back. that you'll never find another best friend like him. his hand goes to your waist, pulling you closer. “c'mere.”

he whispers before pulling you ontop of him. a rather controversial position, but one that put you close to him. enough were you could both hold eachother like you both needed to be held. “i been so alone without you...so alone.” he whispers as he cups your cheek, pressing your foreheads together. his hands go from your cheeks to your arms, caressing you everywhere. he's looking at you as if you hung the stars, as if you're his salvation. “steve...”

you whisper, staring at him before smashing your lips together. your emotions are so intense you know that a few hugs wont be enough. the kiss is sloppy at first, surprise from both ends, even if you're the one that started it. after a while, the kiss turns slower, more loving. hand hand trails down to your ass, gently gripping the globes of your ass as you arch into him. “open your mouth..” he mumbles against your lips, and when you do, he stick his tongue inside, exploring all of you. “let me show you how much i miss you.”

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“steve hears that all the time and he goes in anyway, don’t you steve?” — H. STEVE PT2

the fight is over. vecna is gone, no more monsters will come out of the ground and try to steal you or any of the kids. the tension is palpable when you both walk in his house. steve smells horrible, but it doesn't stop you from leaning against him.

it should feel relieving, that the fight is done. yet it feels heavy, as if your body is still not processing anything. “im going to shower,” he says softly, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “can i come with you?” you ask, the feeling of his cock in your mouth still in the back of your mind. and so is his promise. his promise of finally making you his.

“sure baby, come on.” he pulls you to his restroom, grabbing two towels. you both strip off sticky, dirty clothes, letting out a hum of appreciation as you walk in the shower. the water is warm, but the feeling of his body behind you is even warmer. he buries his face into the back of your neck, hands running up and down your stomach.

he's trying to calm himself down, its not thr first time you both showered together. yet this time it feels weird. the first couple of times he had forced himself to keep himself soft to not make you uncomfortable. but after everything, after you had gave him head, and your pleas of wanting to do more, he felt like he could do more.

“want me to wash your hair?” your sweet voice breaks the spell. he feels dirty, while he's thinking about pressing you against the wall and fucking you dumb, you're offering to wash his hair. “yeah.” he says softly, ducking his head to your neck as you begin lathering his hair with shampoo. the feeling of your hands against his scalp makes him shiver, his hands twitching against your sides.

steve needs to do something before he ends up doing something he regrets. so he grabs shampoo and lathers your hair. softly massaging your scalp. the moment is soft, vulnerable. it would be wholesome if his cock wasn't twitching against your torso. and you somehow haven't noticed!

after what seems a lifetime, you both are done with the shower. steve helps you out, holding your hand and wrapping the towel around your body before he wraps his own towel around his torso.

his eyes linger on you as you rub lotion on your arms, on your legs...“baby?” he mumbles, his hands twitching, again. “yeah?” you answer innocently, blissfully unaware. “come here.” he wraps his arms around your shoulders, forcing your face to be buried in his hair chest as he pulls you into an embrace. you whine against his chest, but ultimately end up hugging him back. “i thought i was gonna lose you...” he whispers against your scalp, fingers digging into your arms.

“i thought i was going to lose you!” you whimper, looking up at him as much as you can with your cheek pressed against his hairy chest. “when you fell off the tower i-” you frown, tears swelling up. “i thought you were a goner.” he senses your tears. he always does. his hands go to your cheeks, chest heaving slightly. “i thought i was a goner too.” he chuckles dryly, softly kissing your lips desperately. “you were all i was thinking about.” he whispers against your lips, hoisting you up and walking you to his room.

you squeak as he does so. is it really time? the time you been waiting for since getting your mouth stuffed? “steve...” you whimper, softly tugging at his hair. steve lays you down in bed, slowly unwrapping the towel from your body, you look so hot,even more now that he's moments from being able to claim you.

“we'll start off slow.” he croaks out, his eyes locked in your pretty core. “we gotta get you as loose as possible to be able to fit me.” his words make everything feel everything so real. this is really happening. “o-okay.” you mumble, biting your lip as he kneels down infront of your, grabbing your hips and wrapping your legs around his neck. your pussy is so close to his face he's basically salivating.

he starts off slow, rubbing your clit slowly to ease you into the feeling of being touched. then kitten licks, just on your clit before he starts diving more in so his tongue is probing into your tight hole. you? well you're a moaning mess since the start. your hips constantly hitching up at the new sensation.

its all so dirty. so sloppy. steve doesn't even realize the amount of spit around his chin as he feasts himself in your pussy. he's enjoying himself like if he's having his last meal. the feeling of his tongue lapping around your folds, paired with the occasional nudge his nose does to your clit leave you already overstimulated. “i think you're ready.” his voice sounds much lower than usual, you never seen this side of him.

he thumbs at your entrance, smirking as it welcomes in the tip of his thumb easily. he knows its not even remotely the same, the tip of his finger and the tip of his cock, but he doesn't care. he needs to be inside you now.

“wait!” your voice rips him out of the trance he was in. “can you...” you look away in embarrassment, thighs trembling. “can you hold me? while you're doing...it.” his eyes soften, immediately climbing ontop of you to bracket your head with his arm. you gaze up at him with glossy eyes, bottom lip trembling. but he can see your eagerness, specially with the way your nails dig into his biceps.

“ill start with the—” he stops talking, staring at you. “do you want to be ontop?” he asks softly, smiling at you. you nod dumbly, not fully knowing what's the difference. he lays down, pulling you ontop of him. he manhandles you so you're slightly sitting up, his free hand holding his cock up. “you can go down at your pace, i wont control you." he says gently, looking up at you as if you hung the stars.

you nod, nails digging into his chest as he gently prodes your hole with the tip. your breathing hitches, nails digging deeper into his chest. “its okay...just breathe.” you whimper, slowly going down on him. you can feek your hole stretch out as the tip goes in. fat tears roll down your cheeks. you're limp by now, the only thing holding you up is steve's hands under your armpits.

“oh my sweet girl...” he whispers, bringing you down so you can fully bury your face into his neck. one hand goes to the back of your head, while the other drifts to your ass. “its too big...” you mewl, sobbing into his chest. he can feel your pussy clench around the head of his cock, it all feels so good. “i know baby, i know.” he grips your ass, hitching it up. he tries to move in just an inch, but you're gripping him—or more like your pussy is gripping him tight— to where he cant move.

“baby we have to continue..” he groans, trying to keep his voice stable. he cant have himself and you be complete messes. you nod mindlessly, too cockdrunk to think about anything other then him. he slowly goes in, taking long breaks inbetween. by the time he's fully in, you're a sobbing mess, yet when he tried to stop you said you could do it. he still doesn't move, wanting to let you get adjusted to him inside of you.

he can feel the way your gummy walls clench around him, forming themselves to fit his size. he's going to make sure he's the only thing that's going inside you. he has half mind to not pull out. if he eve has the time too. he can already tell he's going to be pussy drunk by the time you're both done.

“you can start to m-move now..." you whisper against his ear, not planning on changing your position anytime soon. he presses a soft kiss to your neck, keeping his mouth there as he adjusts himself to start pumping you slowly. soon enough, you're begging him for more.

in a couple of minutes the bed is shaking, his hips are moving erratically as you cry out his name. “this pussy is so fuckin' good..” he groans, eyes rolling back as he continues slamming into you. you're a blabbering mess, eyes rolling back aswell as you arch your back into him.

“gonna marry you...make you a-” he groans, biting hard into your shoulder as he quickens his pace. you're close, he can feel it. “going to marry you and make you a pretty little wife.” he legs constrict as he fuck you. you gasp, lifting your head out of his neck to look at him. “steve!” you cry out, he's practically fucking the oxygen out of you. “im coming...” “i know baby, so am i—”

he twitches under you as you sink your hips, your glossy eyes and red lips staring down at him. “dont pull out. dont pull out please-”

his eyes widen, his cock twitching inside of you. before he knows it, you're coming all over his cock, the feeling driving him over the edge and he's coming inside of you. his seed buried deep inside of you. you're limp, again. head buried against his chest as he tries to process what just happened. “baby you-” he looks down to find you already asleep. cheek comfortably resting against his chest. he's still inside of you, but he's afraid he'll wake you if he tries to move.

“steve hears that all the time and he goes in anyway, don’t you steve?”

that has been in your mind the whole day now. robin's stupid comment, it made your whole world tilt. you knew steve was famous for being good in bed. he has a good reputation with girls after all. and that just made everything worse.

you were a henderson. not a wheeler like nancy. you werent brave, you werent confident like her. you were soft, shy, inexperienced. and that's what made you feel so icky. that your boyfriend had been with so many girls he was so experienced, and you were just...you.

you had thought about it, sleeping with steve. it was natural, he was such a sweetheart, not pressuring at all. but you were just so scared. his past, the way he carried himself was so intimidating. he felt so out of your league.

“hey,” he slips beside where you're sitting down on the couch. everyone is gone, taking a couple of hours to regroup themselves before the last fight. “hey,” you say back, smiling softly at him. “i been looking for you, dustin said you were heading back home?” you nod, resting your cheek against his shoulder. “just wanted to go see my mom, incase anything happens.” he frowns at how hopeless you sound about the whole plan, but its understandable.

“want me to drive you?” he offers, rubbing his fingers into your scalp. all he needs is a nod from you before he's guiding you to his car. the drive is silent, not uncomfortable. but peaceful. yet your head is anything but. you want to say something, to make an offer. but you're so scared you'll embarrass yourself. “shoot, she isnt home.” you frown as you step out of the car once you arrive.

his hand finds its way to the small of your back naturally once he gets out of the car. “its okay, we'll wait for her inside.” you nod, a small pout on your lips as you walk inside your house. its cozy, something you need after everything that's happening and will happen. you pull steve into your room, smiling as he plops into your bed.

“steve?”

you whisper, standing infront of him with an almost shy expression. your hands behind your back to hide your fidgeting. “hm?” he hums, turning his head towards you.

“what robin...saying the truth?” steve almost chokes at your words, audibly gulping. “was she?” he sighs at your pressing, shrugging softly. “i guess, i mean, it depends what you consider big.” he mumbles, trying to keep the humble tone in his voice. because he is big. he's huge. but he cant just say that!

you go up to him, burying your face into his neck. “can i see?” your quiet whisper against his neck makes him tense up, his eyes widening. “baby what are you-” “what if something happens to us while we're down there. i love you, steve. i do. and i know that stuff like sex isnt the only way to show you that i do but-”

he cuts you off with a heated kiss, his big hands going to your cheeks to pull you closer. you whine against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck. “i just want to make you feel good. before we go.” he gulps again, his heart beating so fast. “you can...see it.” he whispers, unbuckling his belt. “but i wont fuck you. not now. because we both will get out of there, and when we do," he lets out a breathy laugh, pulling his pants down. “ill make you mine. completely.”

his words are so extreme it makes you wet. he really does know how to talk to women. before you know it, he grabs your hand, giving it a soft kiss before placing your palm on his bulge. “just feel it,” he whispers. he knows you're inexperienced, even if he didnt know he didnt have to think too hard to guess that. you were even hesitant to kiss him, you probably never seen a dick before. much less one like his.

“it's twitching.” you mumble, softly pressing your hand into his bulge. he sucks in a sharp breath, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you touch him. “can you pull it out?” you ask delicately, looking at him with needy eyes. he hesitates before scooping himself out, letting his dick spring into your palm.

he's thick.

heavy.

his tip is glistening and throbbing against your palm. it makes your core throb, making your breathing hitch. steve squeezes his eyes shut as you start stroking him, thumbing his tip softly. robin was 110% correct. it was almost scary how big he is. “go slowly,” he whispers, his hand going over yours so he can guide your strokes. you listen, letting him guide you. “that's supposed to go inside of me?”

your question makes him laugh softly. its a stupid one, you know that. but you dont see how that will fit inside of you without ripping you apart. without breaking you. "we'll find a way to...loosen you up.” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss against your cheek. “for now, you can...suck it?” he's being pushy, but he has waited for months. almost a year. he needs you, no one else.

just you.

“i-i think i can do that.” you whisper, rather eagerly. you get down on your knees without having to be told. “start with the tip, go slow, no rush.”

you start with shy little licks, your eyes locked on his to watch his reaction. he, well he's a mess. he's already whimpering, gripping your scalp but not pushing you down. no girl had ever had him act up this bad this early. “you're doing so, so good baby.” his praise makes you go further, taking his tip in. your teeth sloppily brushes against him, making him flinch.

“im sorry!” you gasp, covering your mouth. he shakes his head, nudging his tips against your plush lips. ”its okay, just go slower.”

and you do, painfully slow. by the time you're halfway in you're crying, jaw almost locking as you gag against him. “that's it– god baby girl you're doing so well.” he groans, rolling his eyes back as he grips your hair. “its too big!" you gurgle against his cock, your eyes full of tears. yet you feel so good. this is completely new, but you can feel yourself getting used to the feeling of your mouth being stuffed.

“just a little more...” he groans, his hips bucking. then you do something that sends him over the edge. your nails dig into his thigh, your free hand going to the base of his cock which is being neglected. you stroke and suck him at once, and while he's had girls do that before, no one else has done it like you.

so delicately, so sweetly. an action full of love. because it came from you. he pulls you off his dick, leaving you breathless. he strokes himself once before he's releasing himself in his hand with a loud groan. its so primal, so raw. it makes you fall inlove with him all over again.

CAR FIGHT — H. STEVE

tags: season5!steve, henderson!reader, angst, arguing, dustin and steve angst. not proofread!!

“who was it?” steve's firm tone makes the tension in the van more intense. dustin squirms as you wipe the blood off his nose. “stay still.” you warn, trying to hide the waver in your voice to hide the pain you feel upon seeing your little brother all bloody.

dustin stays still after a while, ignoring steve. “it was andy and his goons, wasnt it?” steve mutters, almost a fatherly tone with the way he chastises your brother. frankly, it was weird seeing your boyfriend fight with your brother. it was both attractive and endearing seeing steve so worried about dustin. but at the same time you felt like you needed to butt in. “you just poked the bear one too many times–” “steve..” you say in the same warning tone, softly pulling dustin closer before he can retort back.