The Harrington’s pool was big, heated, and complete with a diving board. It’d take a minute or two to swim from one side to the other, and yet, Steve was occupying as little space as possible with you. 

You lounged at the edge of the pool, leaning back with your hands resting on the sun-warmed concrete. As you idly took in the very last of the day's sunrays, Steve stood between your legs in the water, his hands on your knees as you caught him up on the latest drama. He pretended not to be as interested as he was, but you could see his eyebrows raise towards his hairline when you dropped a particularly juicy detail.

“And it’s not like she doesn’t know he’s cheating on her, she does,” you continued, waving your hands in exasperation. The girl just didn’t know when to quit on her fixer-uppers.

Steve hummed, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the curve of your knee, admiring your smooth, sunscreen-scented skin. You watched as he turned his head, leaning in to press a light kiss to your inner thigh.

“You still with me?” you teased. You felt his smirk grow against your skin.

“Yeah,” he muttered, beginning to generously pepper on your legs.

“So, what should I do?”

Steve hummed, resting his cheek against your knee as his hand slid down your leg under the water, absentmindedly twisting the delicate anklet he’d bought you.

“John’s cheating on Polly ‘cause he’s a dick, right?”

“Right.”

“And… I’m not a dick. So, you should get into the water with me.”

You laughed, reaching to ruffle his flattened, soaked hair. Steve frowned instantly at your meddling, batting your hand away to shake out his hair. Your nose wrinkled as water droplets splattered all over you, unable to protect yourself from the haphazard attack.

“I was in the water with you earlier!” you defended.

Steve tilted his head at you, unimpressed.

“Uh-huh. For, like, ten minutes, and then you wanted to get out to tan,” he responded flatly.

He was exaggerating, of course. You’d spent most of the afternoon paddling around with him, occasionally getting splashed by his ridiculous cannonballs. He’d been competing with himself to see how much air time he could get before hitting the water, emerging with his hair flopped over his face to eagerly ask you if that was his best one so far. 

You reached down, pointedly pulling one of his hands out of the water to inspect the deep wrinkles of his fingers. 

“Look how pruney your hands are!”

“Oh. Oh no,” he said, his tone dipping into something more serious as he stared down at his fingers.

You leaned in with concern, your brows furrowing as you followed his gaze. It seemed like a normal pool-related side effect to you.

“What?”

“My pruney hands… I can’t control them!” he suddenly shouted, grabbing you by the hips and hoisting you into the pool despite your yell of protest.

And just like that, any progress you’d made in drying off was ruined. You stood frozen for a moment, eyes squeezing shut with frustration as you evaluated your options. There was always splashing him to death. 

“Oh, come on,” Steve teased, gliding over to you with ease, “What, are you gonna melt?”

“It’s cold!” you shouted, wrapping your arms around yourself uselessly as goosebumps prickled your skin.

He just grinned, standing up to his full height before you, water running in rivulets down his tanned skin. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes averted from his chest and the drips that trickled from the muss of dark hair there.

“C’mere. I’ll warm you up,” he offered simply.

His hands reached for your hips, tugging you forward lightly until your body was flush with his. It was impossible not to feel entirely aware of every point of contact between you. Every place where you could feel his damp, freckled skin against yours. You weren’t sure if the shiver that raced down your spine was from him or the chill of the pool water.

You reached up, sliding your hands over his broad shoulders, feeling the droplets that clung to him spread under your palms before threading your fingers into his hair. You could feel that Steve was going to kiss you before he even moved an inch. He was always so obvious about the way he unabashedly stared at your lips, the way he let a longing breath out through his nose before surrendering to his urges. 

His head ducked gently, a sure smile on his lips as his nose brushed yours, his breath warm against your skin. It didn’t matter that the chilled water continued to lap at your exposed stomach. You couldn’t focus on anything but his mouth. He hummed, finally satisfied as his lips slotted between yours. Steve had a habit of capturing your top lip between his when he kissed you. You learned to expect it, parting your lips just so to welcome him in. Familiar, yes, but never old. He smelled like chlorine and tasted like the bright red popsicles you’d shared earlier.

Steve was handsy. Most of the time, it felt like touching you was a habit he couldn’t help himself from indulging in, much to the dismay of his friends. They rolled their eyes when he’d usher you into his lap or insist on driving with one hand to keep the other on your thigh. They had no idea what he was like when you were away from prying eyes. 

His large hands skimmed over your waist, your thighs, your hips, squeezing lightly before delving into your bikini bottoms, making you gasp against his lips when he grasped two handfuls of your ass. 

“Steve,” you scolded, too breathless to carry out any real reprimanding.

“No one can see,” he mumbled hurriedly between kisses, now parting from you just enough for his lips to latch onto the column of your neck.

“Are you sure?” you asked, unable to help but grin hazily at the feeling of him all over you.

“You really think I’d let anyone see my girl like this other than me?” he murmured, his lips curving into a smile against your neck, “Not happening.”

“Well, there was that one time that Dustin walked in—“

“Yeah. Because the kid knows the definition of every word but emergency, apparently.”

“... fine.”

You didn’t really want to argue anymore. Not when that would mean taking so many steps to get back into the house and resume making out. So many minutes of not having his lips on you and his hands pawing at your backside. Unbearable. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as his nipped at your neck, Steve’s deft hands sneaking up your back to tug on the bow that sat at your spine, undoing the thin strings. The moment your bikini top sprang loose, his palm slid up your back, pulling you closer with a deep, relieved inhale. His fingers knotted into your hair, guiding you gently until your head lolled back further for him, giving him more room to kiss and bite and ravish your skin.

“Fuck,” he muttered. You could feel how keyed up he was, how long he’d been waiting to get his hands on you. Probably since the moment he saw you show up in a bikini.

Steve practically vibrated with excitement as he lifted the triangles of fabric from your body, haphazardly tossing the top to the poolside with a wet slap. 

“Look at you with those tan lines,” he noted, his eyes glinting with playfulness. 

His finger traced your shoulder, following the line where your bikini strap had been. He carefully followed the path, breathing slowly as it took him lower, dipping across your tits. Then, slowly, he ducked his head, kissing the peak of each breast like a greeting before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it with a soft groan. You could hear the pool water lazily sloshing against the tiles as he teased your chest.

“Steve,” you shivered, laughing breathlessly as he eagerly dragged his tongue through the droplets of water between your breasts. No shame. 

His swimming trunks came off next, left to be later fetched from the bobbing surface of the water. Steve was never shy about his body. In fact, you’re pretty sure that attracting your wandering eyes was addictive for him. Every unbridled gaze that trailed down that patch of dark hair at his navel was a little boost to his ego.

He smiled widely at you as he scooped you up in his arms and helped you onto the ledge of the pool, your hands staying at his strong shoulders to keep you steady. His lips quickly latched onto your thighs as he spread your legs apart, settling between them. He sucked lightly at the plushness of your inner thighs, leaving behind a mark for your eyes only. 

When you lifted your hips to allow him to slide off your dripping wet bikini bottoms, your brows furrowed with bewilderment as he gently pushed them back down.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he mumbled, leaning forward to capture one of the strings. With his teeth. 

Your stomach swooped as he pulled the bow loose, a warm heat simmering between your legs. You watched his throat bob with a thick swallow as the fabric came loose around your hip, Steve now leaning down to do the same on the other side. His hands remained firmly on your thighs, his focus entirely on undoing your bikini without them. You could feel the heated focus of his heavily lidded eyes on yours. He was loving this. With a swift tug, the other bow was undone, along with your ability to wait any longer for his mouth.

With a wavering exhale, Steve pushed your knees towards your chest, sliding the wet fabric out of the way. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as you brought yourself as close to the edge of the pool as possible, your hips giving an impatient twitch. 

“That’s it,” he muttered, tenderly grazing his thumb between your legs, parting you for him.

Steve ducked down, tenderly kissing your mound. You could hardly stand how tightly wound your body was. The tension that was gathered in the pit of your stomach continued to pester you, tingling and aching as his gorgeous head of hair lowered further. Steve dragged his flattened tongue over your cunt, slowly gathering your sweet, slick arousal. He groaned, of course. That low sound always rumbled in his throat when he got that first taste of you. It’s somewhere between flattering and obscene.

His large palms were at the backs of your knees, holding your legs spread open as he found your clit, languidly swirling his tongue in circles around it. Steve was staring up at you with his dark hair stuck to his forehead and water clinging to his thick lashes, the pool water lapping at his broad chest as he enjoyed you. Your sun-kissed, golden boy.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, your lashes fluttering at the feeling of his hot tongue lashing against you.

You leaned back on one of your elbows, your free hand reaching to push his damp hair away from his eyes. A wicked smile pulled at Steve’s lips as he kissed and sucked and toyed with your clit. He paused to indulge you with a sudden, rapid flicker of his tongue, relishing your squirm against his mouth. 

“Yeah?” he teased, “Like that?”

One of his hands guided your ankle to rest against his shoulder, his fingers delving under the water. You squinted, willing your eyes to focus on the distorted view of Steve palming himself right below you. The water rippled as he slowly stroked and teased, his soft moans vibrating against your pussy where he messily fucked his tongue into you before dragging it upwards again.

Your heel began to dig into his back as the tension drew tighter, your brows knitting together at his tongue’s non-stop swirls and figures. Your hips moved in a slow, rolling motion against his mouth, layering more friction onto the already overwhelming sensations. Fuck.

“Close,” you shuddered, fingers thoughtlessly tightening in his hair.

Steve’s lips closed around your clit hard, stealing a cry from your chest. Your legs trembled as he flicked the tip of his tongue, his darkened eyes piercing into you as he watched you begin to unravel.

“Right here, baby?” he rasped, “Right fucking here?”

You nodded vigorously, unable to think anything but yes, over and over. A swear fell from your lips, your back arching as you plunged into the warm wave of pleasure. Your hips bucked restlessly, your chest heaving as he pulled sound after sound from you.

“Fuck,” he sighed, tenderly pressing kisses to your oversensitive clit as you came back down to earth.

Once you whined and tugged at his hair more pointedly, he finally let up, resting his forehead against your thigh to catch his breath. Your body was still buzzing, your head still cloudy with residual pleasure. Only he could make you feel so satisfied.

Light headed, you let yourself lay flat against the cool edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water. It only took a second before Steve was pulling himself up to be with you. And yeah, you strained your neck a little to gawk at the water streaming down his body and the way his arms flexed to lift his weight. You were allowed to admire what’s yours!

He leaned himself over you, dripping water all over your skin like raindrops. You didn’t mind this time. Not as he placed wet kisses along your stomach, between your breasts, up your neck, before finally capturing your lips adoringly.

“I dunno about you,” he started, pausing to take a breath and wipe his shining mouth with the back of his hand, “But I could go for a hot shower right now.”

You felt a prod against your side. Your eyes dipped downward before your brain could catch up. 

“You didn’t–”

Steve was having a particularly hard day today. Between getting an earful from overzealous dads of his little league baseball team about their newest game loss, to the stress of end of quarter exams and stretching himself thin – he was teetering the edge of a full body breakdown.

Good thing for him, you knew just the way to loosen him up.

Steve Harrington loved getting his dick sucked, and times like this, he could be so damn mean.

He’s got you kneeling on the ground beneath him, your knees digging into the hardwood floor of your shared bedroom. He’s already five inches deep in your throat – one hand is wrapped tightly in your hair, fisting strands until it’s a knotted mess, his other palm covers your cheek, his thumb pressed against the pad of your chin.

“That’s it baby, doing s’good for me,” Steve moans above you.

He’s helping guide your head further on his cock. Your eyes are teary stained red, cheeks flushed and rosy. There’s spit trickling around the base of his cock and down your chin, dripping down to the floor.

You steal a glance up at him as you take all of him in, all the way until his fat tip hits the back of your throat. He’s staring back down at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. His mouth is slightly agape, breathing ragged and harsh. He’s a moaning mess when he feels the gummy wall of your throat.

“Fuck, yeah keep going – take it all,” Steve groans and pushes his hips forward. You gag as he forces himself further into your throat.

Your nails dig into his thighs and you do your best to loosen your jaw more for him.

“You like that, baby?” He moans. He’s still lazily thrusting into your mouth, one hand comes back to cup your face and nudge you to look back at him. When your eyes meet, he swipes his thumb underneath your eye and wipes away your tears. “You like the way I fuck this pretty little mouth? Like being used like this?”

Your throat tightens when you moan at his words and you bob your head faster, nodding in agreement. Steve huffs out a laugh and follows your pace.

“Yeah, I know you do. I know how much – fuck – how much you like getting face fucked,”

Your face burns at his words but you both know he’s right. So fucking right. The way he looks right now, the roughness of his movements, the things coming out of mouth – it’s exactly what you like – exactly what you love.

Steve pulls you off his cock by your hair and as soon as your mouth is empty, you’re chasing for him again. He smirks down at you, using your hair to hold you in place.

“Be patient, baby,” He warns. You look up at him, intending to pout but you fix yourself at the sight of him. The frustration has slowly dwindled since he got home twenty minutes ago, but you’re not about to tempt him.

Or maybe you should.

He raises his other hand to grab your cheeks, his fingers and thumb squishing your face into a slightly open-mouthed pout. He leans down, slamming his mouth against yours.

He barely gives you any time to process before his tongue is licking into your mouth, lapping against your own. Spit travels from his mouth and into yours. His teeth nip at your bottom lip and he uses the hand tangled into your hair to tilt your head up, deepening the kiss.

It’s shorter than you would’ve liked and by the time he pulls away, you’re gasping for air. He doesn’t give you much breathing time before he’s guiding you back onto his cock.

He slips inside your mouth again and this time, his brutal thrusts start immediately.

You’re gagging around him almost instantly but you move your head in time with his thrusts. Gurgling and wet sounds slip from your mouth and fill the room, urging him to move faster, harder and rougher.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful like this,” He whines, pushing further down your throat. You can feel his cock twitch in your mouth and his fingers tighten in your hair. “I’m so close baby, don’t – don’t stop,” He begs.

His hips begin to stutter, whines falling from his lips rapidly and when your tongue slides up the underside of his cock, Steve throws his head back with a moan.

Your palms wrap around his thighs again, pulling him even further, until his tip hits the back of your throat every thrust. Your nose nuzzles against the hair covering the base of his cock.

He uses both hands to hold you in place as he forces his hips forward, keeping your nose against the base of his cock and seconds later, you taste the warm and salty taste of his cum shooting down your throat. Steve keeps whining incoherently above you

You moan against him as ropes of his cum fill your mouth and you keep your eyes locked on him as you swallow every drop.

You let him hold you around his slowly softening cock while he catches his breath. His head is still thrown back, his freckled covered neck on full display, eyes squeeze shut and his chest rising and falling.

When the warmth of your mouth around him becomes too overstimulating, he looks down at you and gently pulls you off him.

There’s still bubbles of spit covering your lips and readings running down your face. He kneels down in front of you and carefully cups your cheeks, thumbs brushing away your tears. His eyes have lost all anger and desire and instead, have softened tremendously as he looks at you.

His lips press to yours in a devastatingly tender kiss. It’s a drastic contrast to the way he manhandled you only minutes ago and it makes your stomach burst with butterflies.

When he pulls away, he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, your cheeks, your nose and then your forehead – because no matter how rough he could be during sex, Steve Harrington was always so damn sweet.

“You did so good baby, such a good girl,” He murmurs and you beam up at him.