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{pairing} steve harrington x henderson!reader

{summary} steve thinks he can do better than tom cruise

{warnings} 18+ mdni!! fluff & smut, light teasing, fingering, praise, soft!dom steve, unprotected sex (p in v), aftercare, AFAB reader (she/her)

{word count} 3.9k

{authors note} hii!! this is my first ever ever fic!! I'm usually not a writer but i had this idea and thought i'd give it a try, i don't know if this will be the only thing i post or if i get inspired to write more! tysmm and i hope you enjoy!!! - 🍎

you stood with your leg bent as you leaned your elbows on the counter inside family video, listening and watching robin as she wailed her arms around going on another tangent about vicky. 

steve was shouting from across the store as he stacked piles of movies. “you know robin, i seriously don’t see what the problem is? she returned fast times at fifty three minutes five seconds—we talked about this!” 

“yeah but we don’t know if that was her, do we steve?” robin groaned as she stepped away from the computer. “oh it was definitely her.” steve had come back from stacking movies. 

“yeah and besides rob, what’s the big deal if she doesn’t like you back? at least then you’ll know” you had tried to lift her spirits. 

“oh puh-lease! you don’t get it, you haven’t had to worry about relationships for the past what? two? three years?—not since you’ve been dating mister perfect over here.” robin motioned to steve who had made a cocky expression at the mention of your relationship, “and wipe that smug look off harrington.”

“alright, alright..you’re right! i’m sorry..” you tried not to chuckle to yourself. “hey—you know what you need?” robin had met your gaze with an expression which had made it seem like she was already dead inside. 

“you wanna do a movie night? at mine, my brother has his D&D club tonight and my mom’s on some work conference so we’ll have the house to ourselves, what do you say?” 

robin had dropped her head into her hands against the counter as she listened “i can’t...”

“you can’t? or you don’t want to and you want to just slump over vicky all weekend?” steve snarked as he played with a cup of pens on the counter. 

“no dingus, i can’t. i’ve got band practice tonight.” 

“oh screw you and your goddam band practice!” steve had raised his arms over his head and walked away. 

“well…i guess then we could do another day.” you had trailed off. robin had nodded with a sympathetic smile as she waved me off an attended to a customer that had walked in. 

you patted your hands on the counter before pursing your lips and walking off to see that steve was nowhere in sight. curiosity had taken over you and you walked towards the back to the storage room. “steve?”

“yeah hon! back here!” he called out from the shelves in the back room. 

“what’s that?”

steve was going through vhs’ in a box ripping the taped flaps open. “new arrivals” he licked his lips and pushed his hair back. “y’know i was thinking..” he turned towards you with that signature harrington smirk. “i could still come over tonight…we could, i don’t know, have our own movie night.” his hands snaked to your waist, pulling you in closer by your belt loops. 

“steve…” you dragged out his name as your hands braced yourself on his chest, feeling his family video vest under your touch.

“you said you’d have the house all to yourself…we could get a movie, order pizza, play house for a few hours…what’d ya say?” his nose grazed against your cheek as his sultry voice spoke close to your ear. 

you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck nodding softly before gently pressing your lips to the two small freckles under his eye. 

“don’t start teasing me now, honey” he let out a soft chuckle mixed with a groan, you giggled a small apology. 

your eye caught sight of the new releases in the box. “what’ve you got harrington?” you and steve had started rummaging through movies. “lets see…flight of the navigator, ferris bullers day off?” he had flipped the vhs over so you could see the cover. 

“maybe, what else?”

“hm… labyrinth, short circuit, ha! howard the duck, hey honey come look at this.” steve had laughed to himself at some sci-fi duck looking at a magazine which looked like it had the hot chick from back to the future on it. 

“—tom cruise!” you had gasped ignoring his last comment. 

“what? this one?” he had held up the tape and you brought it into your hands. 

“…top gun” steve had read the tile. “top gun takes a look at the danger and excitement that awaits every pilot at the navy’s prestigious fighter weapons school” he read out the back cover. “really? you want to watch this?”

“yeah! why not? you like planes and…danger. i like tom cruise.” you looked up at him, his expression skeptical. 

“i mean..sure, and y’know kelly mcginnis isn’t too bad either if we’re talking about celebrity crushes” 

your face dropped and lips parted as you lightly punched him in the stomach. 

“oh so you can swoon over tom cruise but i can’t talk about other actresses?” he threw his arms out smiling and trying to dodge your touches. 

“that’s different!” you smiled as he pulled you close again. 

“tell me about it” steve had that stupid smirk, that stupid smirk that made you fall for him. his hand caressing your jaw as he licked his lips before pressing them to yours, teeth clashing softly as you both smiled into the kiss. 

“you’re an idiot, steve harrington” your hands tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck. 

“yeah but im your idiot” 

before you could open you mouth there was a harsh knock on the storage door. “hey love birds! put your clothes back on, lunch rush out here!” robin’s voice rasped through the door. 

steve groaned against your neck, “seriously robin! we’re not that gross!” he called out in which you made a face. “i’ll be out in a sec!” he shouted. “jeez you’d think that since she’s so sensitive about vicky, she wouldn’t be saying shit like that.” 

you let out a small giggle and stood up on your tip toes in your princess reeboks kissing his lips one last time, “cmon romeo.”

steve had chuckled and shook his head handing you tonight’s vhs as you both walked out of the storage room. kissing steve goodbye as robin checked you out (with a discount of course) you thanked her and made your way out with top gun. “see you at 8 lover boy!” you waved not looking back as you walked out of the store. 

“you two make me physically sick”

“yeah yeah whatever” steve watched you walk away with the dumbest smile robin had ever seen from him. 

it was almost exactly 8pm when steve had rang the doorbell. 

pizza and beer already in his hands, his family video vest changed out for a navy striped polo that hugged his biceps perfectly. 

“your tom cruise awaits you m’lady” he had said in some type of accent. 

“tom cruise doesn’t have an accent, smart ass.” you said through a giggle as you stepped back to be greeted with a deep kiss, the kind of kiss that forces you to take a few steps back. 

steve had walked into the kitchen placing the beer and pizza box on the counter. “i uh- didn’t know what to get sausage or pepperoni, i know you like both so i tried to get them to do some sort of half and half thing and—“

“steve...” you interrupted 

his cheeks turned pink at the nickname, stuttering quietly now realizing he may have been stumbling over his words. “y-yeah?”

“it’s perfect…thank you.”

“you’re welcome” he smiled softly, those two freckles coming up to meet his eyes. 

“cmon…let’s get the movie going” you squeezed his arm as you brushed past him, grabbing the beer and a few napkins. 

steve knew he was in deep trouble, since the moment he saw you when dustin needed help with that stupid inter-dimensional lizard thing. to working next door to him at sam goody’s over the summer while he slung ice cream in that adorable sailors uniform. even when his hat was blowing his best feature or so he thought, and even now in his family video vest, you were absolutely head over heels for the ex-king of hawkins high. 

steve had slotted himself right next to you, immediately pulling your legs over his as you sat on the couch. “comfy harrington?” you teased. 

“actually yes i am very comfortable, thank you for asking sweetheart.” he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your head. shaking your head and smiling as you leaned into him.

an almost empty pizza box lie on the floor of the living room, a few beers have been drunk as you laid between steve’s legs on the couch. his hand lightly stroking your hip which had been exposed by your shirt lifting up slightly—or maybe he did that. 

you hummed softly at the gesture as your eyes were watching the movie. maverick had just gotten in trouble for being a reckless flyer—or something like that you think—the movie had been a bit confusing, not knowing as much as your brother about machines or aircraft. 

steve had made commentary throughout the movie, mentioning how instead of a sailor uniform he should have been in a navy one. “oh i would love to see you in that” you teased. 

there was a familiar love theme playing throughout the movie whenever there were signs of tension. it had subconsciously shifted the mood in the room, small shifts you would make between steve’s legs, light touches from him. 

“you okay?” steve had asked you like it was no big deal, like there wasn’t something both of you knew. you felt a little warm as you nodded, “mhm.”

watching every motion in my foolish lover’s game

steve’s eyes were glued to the television, the blue of the scene had encapsulated him but he couldn’t focus on anything but how your skin felt under his touch. the way your skin erupted in goosebumps as his fingertips grazed over your hip. 

on this endless ocean, finally, lovers know no shame

you exhaled softly as steve’s fingers traveled slowly up your arm, fingers ghosting over the soft cotton of your blouse. humming softly as his fingers traveled up your shoulder, feeing up to the soft skin of your collarbone. 

turning and returning to some secret place inside

you could feel your heart beat through steve’s fingers, or so it felt like you could. as they traveled up your shoulder, your collarbone, dipping into your collar as if he wasn’t aware of how it made your heart flutter or your heart beat in your ears “steve…” 

“shh honey, just watch the movie.” he was quick to answer. you listened, you didn’t know what else to do. 

watching in slow motion as you turn around and say, “take my breath away”

you craned your neck to look up at him just to find, he was already looking at you. his hazel eyes looked at you like you were the only thing in the world, like he was desperate for you. 

“you are beautiful” steve brought his hand up to your cheek, slowly sliding it down to your throat. 

“steve..” he felt your breath hitch under his touch. 

“yeah?” his voice sounded lower, confirming but soft. 

my lips parted as my eyes went to his, my lashes fluttering as i tried to find the courage to say the words he wanted to hear. 

but steve really didn’t need any confirmation from you, lips meeting yours before you could even think about breathing again. his own breath exiting his nose as it fanned across your cheeks, his strong hands pulling you by your hips just as easily as he did earlier that day. 

you wasted no time in straddling his hips, earning a small groan from the older boy as your jeans slid together to create that perfect little bit of friction. hands sliding into his hair, his precious hair that really only you were allowed to handle. 

“stevie—“ 

steve hummed into your mouth, strong hands gripping your hips traveled up your back to cradle the back of your neck, “mmh, talk to me goose.” that comment alone would have made you roll your eyes, but something about his tone, the way he felt under your touch made you feel insane. 

“m-my room…” you felt your words getting stuck in your throat with the need you felt. 

“yeah baby, i know…steve knows what you want.” his hands coming to your thighs kissing your lips. 

the walk down the hall to your bedroom was filled with stumbling steps, hands everywhere, even stopping briefly to take a small break against the wall. 

“tom cruise really does it for you huh?” steve teased as you both made it towards your room. “you like seeing him like that? all sweaty playing volleyball?”

you shook your head against his lips as you made it to sit at the end of your bed, steve standing above you almost pulling you face up to his.  “mm-mm…no- it was…i was picturing you like that…” you panted, taking his bottom lip between your teeth. 

“oh yeah?” his voice mumbled as his soft lips kissed across your jaw, down your neck. “you wanna see me like that? you want me to love you like that, honey?” 

“yes…please.”

“lift your arms up for me, sweetheart” he wasted no time in gently peeling your blouse off your body, removing his own shirt along with yours. it made your chest ache as he slowly laid you back against the green and pink floral bedding. the only light in the room came from the crepuscular rays of the moon through the blinds. 

a cold, sharp nose trailed up the column of your throat, his thigh grounding himself between your legs as your breaths mingled together with want. you swear you could almost hear that song again, as if was playing from the other room or in the back of your head. 

watching, i keep waiting, still anticipating love

a sharp gasp erupted through your chest as steve’s fingers curled into your jeans, pulling them down your soft legs. “relax for me honey…you’re so tense..” steve got your jeans off, hands sliding up your legs pressing soft kisses to your bent knees. 

you let your arms relax above your head taking a deep breath. 

“that’s my good girl.” steve hands slid up your body, feeling your thighs, hips, waist. “jesus christ, you’re so gorgeous…as gorgeous as the day i saw you” 

“god, steve.” you gasped. hands reaching to grip his biceps silently pleading, begging for him to do something, anything. 

“yeah baby.” his words like a question but he didn’t need to ask you anything, he already knew. his hand felt like fire between your thighs, thumb coming up to swipe gently across your clothed clit. 

hips jerked under his touch, a small amused laugh left his lips as his other finger came up and flicked the small blue bow on your panties. “hm, cute..” 

“don’t tease..” your hips shifting under his touch. 

“shit you’re so wet already…tom cruise get you like this?” his hand dipping into the damp cotton. 

you shook your head against the pillow, hand trying to grab him anywhere you could. “no…no, no only you steve…just you.”

“that’s right, honey” he coos. middle finger slipping through your soaked folds as he brought his lips back to your ear. “i want to hear you…”

before he could even finish his words a moan broke out from your voice as he slid his longest finger in your pussy. “shit” he mutters under his breath, “so tight honey…imagine what you’re gonna feel like wrapped around my cock.”

images of the movie flashed in your brain when steve’s tongue suddenly slipped into your mouth. his free hand gently pushing your dampening hair back as he rested his weight on his elbow above you. lips parting and tongues dancing together like two streams of water connecting into one, all while his finger curled deep inside of you. 

an impatient sound coming from your throat, no words were exchanged when steve pressed a second finger inside of you. 

jesus..the sounds you were making was sending heat straight to his dick. “that good, honey?” he panted. 

you nod a little too enthusiastically, hands gripping his biceps feeing them flex under your touch as he contorts his wrist between your legs almost playing with your slick. 

“oh god…steve.” he swears that’s the hottest he had ever heard his name from you. 

“right there? yeah…right there.” he shifted closer to you, his fingers curling deep as his thumb circled your clit simultaneously. kissing your temple and whispering filthy sweet nothings in your ear. “cmon baby…cmon beautiful.” 

his cock was now desperate in his tight jeans that somehow felt like they were getting tighter by the second. a small whimper left his lips when his hips bucked against the mattress, fingers meeting the grinds of your hips. “you’re so wet…soaking my goddamn fingers.” 

“steve please..” all you could do was lay your head back against the pillows and moan. that familiar heat in your stomach pooled as you felt him all over.

you were buzzing. 

“i know sweetheart…give it to me, show me how good i make you feel.” the circles on your clit hastened, lips to your cheek, forehead, noses brushing. 

whimpers and cries fill your room when it suddenly felt like steve was all over you. all you could think of, all you could hear, feel, moan was him. 

“atta girl… you’re so perfect, that’s it, cum on my fingers” 

you’re shaking—pathetic, exquisite. all from his fingers. his nose trails up the line of your throat, lips skimming across your skin. “imagine what you’ll look like after you’ve had my cock, sweetheart.” 

“don’t make me wait, stevie.” you whined. 

“oh trust me baby…i want it as bad as you” he grunted as he sat up on his knees working at his belt, rushing to free his aching cock confined in his boxers. 

you rushed to remove your soaked through panties and bra as steve practically shook through groans as the cool air of the room hits his swollen, aching, pre-cum soaked cock. 

“fuck steve…” you gasped. it felt like every time you saw him he had somehow gotten bigger. shit he was pretty, really pretty. 

“you want me?” 

another enthusiastic nod came from you as your hips moved under you as steve’s brows pinched together as he stroked himself a few times. 

“jesus christ, i want you so bad…so fucking sexy” he let his tip rest against your aching slit, earning a loud moan from the both of you. 

“you gonna imagine me as tom cruise?” 

“oh shut it harrington” you groaned from annoyance and undeniable need. 

“mmm, make me” he slid himself into your soaked cunt before you had a chance to remark back. 

his name like a prayer on your tongue as he could barely slip the tip in. “f-fuck…you’d think after i made you cum on my fingers you’d..you’d be ready for me.” 

“steve..s’so big…oh my god.”

“i know baby, i know…just relax, ill go slow” he hovered over you, his arms almost like a bear hug as he engulfed you. pressing his cock deeper and deeper until his dark curls brushed against your swollen clit. 

you were so full. 

babbles and gasp left your lips when steve started to slowly thrust back out. “take it easy, honey” he whispered. “goddammit i knew you’d squeeze me good.” 

“m-move steve…please” you gasped, desperate for attention he could give your aching pussy. 

groaning as he slowly started to move his hips, your neck going limp against the pillow as the euphoric feeling took over your body. wrapping your legs around his hips languidly as he hovered over you, large hands gripping the pillow that so gently cradled your head. 

you took his appearance as you just watched him. watched how his hair had fallen into his eyes, the way his brows pinched with every thrust, the soft groans leaving his parted lips, his forehead coming to rest against yours almost bracing himself. your tongue coming up to meet the length of his neck, slicking a slow stripe up the column and over his adam’s apple, feeling the vibrations from his praises and moans against your tongue. 

“jesus christ, honey…s’like you were made for me.” 

slick sounds filling the room as he had bottomed out and his pelvis was kissing yours over and over again. 

“…stevie— oh fuck” 

“tell me…be a good girl and tell me honey” he felt like his own words were slurring now. 

“you’re so fucking big, steve.” you felt like you could cry. from pleasure or euphoria, for which you didn’t know but he groans from that. your words, your moans shooing buzzing through his body. 

his fingers were planted on your hips the same way yours were digging into his biceps, nails making small crescent moon shapes into his perfect skin littered with the moles you loved so much. his cock felt like it was nearly splitting you open as all you could do was cry out, mantras of oh my god and yes. steve wishes he could talk a photograph of you right in this moment. all sprawled out on your bed in your pink room, all fucked out and cock drunk just from him. 

his eyes glued to your body as he just watched, thighs twitching against his hips, your fingers trailing up his bare back as he kissed his tongue back into your mouth. all he could think of was you, doing this over and over again (thank you top gun). 

eyes shut, eyebrows pinched, gasping into each other's mouths but you could truly only focus on the feeling of his cock kissing the same spot repeatedly. every. single. time. 

the slurred words and twitching thighs gave steve all the confirmation he needed, watching as your hand let go of his arm just to bring it to circle your sensitive clit. 

steve swears he felt your pussy flutter around him at that moment. “s-shit!” he grits out as he took in what you were doing. was he fucking dreaming? “oh—fuck” he shakes his head above you, face contorting as he tries not to cum right there. “please honey…tell me, tell me you’re close please..i don’t know if i can hold it“

“don’t stop…steve! oh my god—“ he shook his head at your words. he didn’t want to stop even if you were both being sucked into some type of multidimensional wormhole, he never wanted to stop. 

it all had happened in what felt like a single snap of fingers. the coiling pressure that had build up, suddenly released at once by two people. steve’s face buried into your neck as your slick fluttering walls contract around his cock. fingers and limbs twitching together as your orgasm immersed through sweat and raptureous heat. 

whimpers left steve’s throat as he slowly lifted himself up, dick sliding out of your spent pussy. “fuck, fuck—shit” he whined out when he saw how the moonlight shone over your mixed cum which coated his dick and your thighs. 

breaths returning to normal after your high as you lay with your eyes closed, listening to steve run the bathroom sink and come back with a damp cloth. “hey…you okay?” his voice hoarse and soft as he gently pressed the warm linen over your flushed skin. 

a nod was all you could muster “..yeah.”

“you did so good honey, so good” he muttered, pressing his swollen lips against your temple, an approving hum leaving your throat. 

“i bet you really like tom cruise now, huh?” you had breathed out quietly. even through the wave of bliss your body had felt, the smart remarks didn’t stop. 

a huff leaving steve’s nose as he wrapped his arms around you, “guess i just really felt the need for speed, baby.”

“idiot.”

obsessed w his crazy eyes

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