to read.

They were gathered on the floor, Mike and Lucas fighting loudly over something you couldn’t make out, while Dustin was ranting about other worldly monsters in Dnd with a matching tone.

If you were asked, you didn’t really mind it. Not to say you didn’t enjoy your one on one time with Steve, but the company of the children really made the otherwise lonely house feel lived in, seeing how much they looked up to Steve.

But his irritableness was growing uncontrollable, and he suddenly stood up from his seat, hands on his hips.

“Alright that’s enough!” Steve snapped.

The kids immediately froze, Mike and Lucas looking up at him while still half on top of each other, Dustin cut off in the middle of sentence while holding a figurine, and Will looking frightened browsing through a comic.

“This isn’t your house—it’s mine!” He gestured. “Which means you can’t just storm in whenever you feel like it, before I count to five I want all of you out here. You with your weird board game, both of your asses, and even you Byers.” He pointed at each of them, his temper having reached its limit.

They just gaped at him, not knowing whether to laugh or be scared out of their minds.

“Did I stutter? Out, now!” Steve narrowed his eyes towards them.

In less than three seconds, they quickly scrambled back up, collecting their stuff and making their way out the door.

“Good talk Steve!” Dustin yelled before running out.

Steve only breathed a sigh of relief when the door had slammed behind them, turning back to you and collapsing down onto the couch.

“Someone had to tell those little rats.” He groaned, throwing his head into your laps, sighing once you started running your fingertips through his long brown locks, just the way he liked.

You stifled a giggle, finding his little outrage cute. “I don’t think they’re a bother.”

“They take our time away.” Steve said, not shifting his position.

“We spend enough time together, Stevie.” A small smile creeping up onto your face. It was true, you couldn’t spend a couple hours without seeing Steve, and although you didn’t mind the party interrupting, Steve cherished your precious time together.

“Mmm, not as much as I want.” He muttered into your skin. “I just hate people who stick around constantly, you know? I mean—I love whenever someone depends on me, but after a while it becomes tiring.”

He didn’t notice the way your fingers paused on his scalp, trying to school your expression, but not able to stop the slight furrow of your brows. Steve would never mean you, right? He was too nice, too loving, to claim that you stuck to him annoyingly.

Nevertheless, it didn’t stop the insecurities swirling through your head—had your boyfriend grown tired of you?

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, trying to keep the tears behind your eyes at bay.

“It’s getting late Steve, I have to get going.” Your weak voice cut through the silence, and Steve caught the stiffness of your bones.

“What? Let me take you back home, baby.” He shuffled back up.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You shook your head unconvincingly, making your way out before Steve could protest further.

If there was one thing Steve knew—was that when a woman said they were fine, they weren’t fine.

And just like that, you slowly started pulling away. No longer bothering with the hour long calls in the middle of the night with Steve, or showing up at his work with baked cookies.

Your schedule was suddenly becoming filled, even if you spent the whole day at home, you lied to Steve that you had multiple errands to run and tonight just wasn’t a good time.

Steve felt like he was losing his mind, trying to go over your last meeting together and picking out moments where he might’ve done something insensitive to hurt you.

You called Nancy one day, needing to get the pent up stress off your shoulders to someone that wasn’t your boyfriend.

“I just—what if he meant me? That this was his indirect way of saying: hey, you’ve been around too much lately—give me some space.” You explained the situation to her.

Nancy sighed through the line, “I know it seems like he’s tired of you, but I’ve never seen Steve love someone as much as he loves you, and he’d be stupid to push you away like that.”

You bit your lip, thinking deeply. “Then what am I supposed to do? I haven’t exactly been quiet about the fact I’m upset with him over something.”

“You sit down, and you talk to him—just like any other healthy couple.” She reassured you, and after some time you realized she was right, but you still needed to hear those words from Steve himself.

Steve couldn’t take it anymore, you had gone from always at his side—right where he needed you, to so far away in the span of less than a week.

He shows up with flowers in one hand, and his mind trying to come up with words to say to you. Should he apologize, but he didn’t know for what? It didn’t matter, he would say anything to make you feel better, anything for you to come back to him.

Your face grew in shock at the sight of Steve, why did he look so reckless when you thought maybe he’d been enjoying your time apart, finally able to breathe.

“Listen—I don’t know what I did, but I’m really sorry about it anyway! Just please tell me baby, don’t hide from me anymore I can’t take it. Of course I had to be the one to mess things up, it’s always my fault!” He scoffed, rushing his words out in front of you, while you could barely make out what he was saying.

“Steve I…” you didn’t know how to phrase your words. “Are you tired of me?” You whispered, already feeling afraid of his response.

His chocolate eyes widened at you, mouth practically gaping at your words. “Are you serious? How could you—how could you ask me that, sweetheart?” He exasperated.

You looked down at your knees, hands shuffling together. “The other day, over at your place. You said something, about hating people who ‘stuck’ to you, and it just…I don’t know, it just made me think that perhaps you meant me? That because we’re always together, I don’t give you any space.” You shook your head solemnly.

“What?” Steve whispered, realization washing over his face.

He shook his head harder than yours, reaching out before he could stop himself to clasp your hands together with his.

“Oh no, baby.” He tilted your chin up to catch his gaze once again, needing to make sure you listened to his every word.

“You could never be annoying to me, never.” He said the words as if they pained him. “I love that you’re always around me, when you’re here…it feels like everything’s right in the world. Stick to me as much as you want ‘cause I’m the one who needs it more than you, silly. I said that because I was an idiot, I was mad at those kids who always try to distract me from what’s important, from you.”

Your heart settled into a slow rhythm, thoughts no longer racing like they were before. His honesty felt like arms wrapping around you, holding tight and never letting go.

“So you don’t think that I’m too much?”

“I’ve never had someone love me as much as you do. You could be any amount of anything and I’d still chose you every damn time. Next time I make you think all those horrible things, you give me a hard slap, right here.” He gestured to his cheek, and that pulled a small laugh out of you.

Steve grinned at that, and without waiting anymore time, enveloped you into a bone crushing hug, keeping you right over his heart, where he missed you the most.

“I love you, alright baby?” He whispered into your hair.

You nodded as best as you could against his chest, but replying anyway.

“I love you too, Stevie.”

Steve knew everything about you, and not just the surface knowledge most guys prided themselves in knowing like favorite colors or food. No, he knew what overwhelms you, how you preferrer to be comforted, how to communicate with you with only a passing glance.

And he was always a constant presence at your side, just a not so gentle reminder to others that if someone were to mess with his baby, they would have to deal with him.

The whole party was together in the cramped basement, and Mike Wheeler was currently having a very heated argument with Steve—it’s worth mentioning it was a mostly one-sided argument, as Steve just kept rolling his eyes and huffing.

You attempted not to show your giggling from across the room, it was amusing to watch your boyfriend banter with a younger teen boy.

“You can’t just ignore the rules when it’s convenient for you! Paladins don’t just get to attack when they think someone is evil, that defeats the whole purpose of the game!” Mike passionately gestured.

“Well then it’s a stupid game.” Steve grumbled. “I should be able to take someone down if I think they’re suspicious before they do something.”

“This is why no one plays any board games with you! Last time we tried to play monopoly you hogged every property!” Mike was getting angrier by the minute, while Steve was just getting more and more agitated.

You decided you were fit to interfere now, Steve’s forehead vein was becoming more prominent as his frown kept depending, and in order to keep Mike in one piece, you had to steer Steve away.

“Hey baby,” you approached, rubbing a soothing hand up and down his large bicep. Steve immediately looked down at you, and let a sigh of relief escape him.

“Finally, you’re here to save me from wheeler, you gotta agree with me sweetheart, these rules are stupid.” Steve spoke.

You laughed not taking your eyes off of his dangerously handsome face. “I think you’re forgetting Stevie, it’s a kids game.”

“Exactly! Which is why I shouldn’t be wasting any more time.” Steve grumbled, glaring down at Mike.

“Oh so you agree with your girlfriend, but anyoneee else is always wrong?” Mike ranted.

“Yes, because at least she has some common sense, which you seem to be lacking.”

Mike returned an annoyed expression but your face tightened and you grabbed Steve to direct his focus to something else.

“You need to calm down honey, you looked like you were seconds away from breaking the poor boy’s neck.” You said in a calm tone.

“Because I was, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Not when you’re here now.” Steve placed a hand on your waist, slightly pulling you in closer.

“Well then I’m glad I was here to help. Just don’t try to start another fight!” You reprimanded, though there was no real malice behind it.

“You know you look so beautiful right now, baby?” Steve whispered, a poor attempt at changing the subject.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” It was your turn to grumble now, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face. Any affectionate words from Steve always made you lose focus for a moment.

“Hey—only I do the grumbling here, you’re supposed to be the one with the pretty smiles.” Steve lectured.

“You’re lucky I love you Mr. Grumpy pants, or else who would?” Saying the words against his mouth as you kissed him.

“Yeah I guess I’m pretty lucky, I wouldn’t want to be loved by anyone else.” Steve admitted.

Steve raised his hand to cup your cheek, always sure and careful. “I always wonder, how do you not get tired of me? Everyone else does.”

You looked at him with softness, if anyone else were to be in your shoes they would see there’s so much depth and love to Steve than he lets on. It’s just that people have disappointed him time and time again, so he stopped expecting.

“I can’t believe you’re asking me that, as if it were an option. You may be a pain in the ass occasionally, but you’re my pain in the ass. And that’s all that matters.”

Steve pinched your side teasingly at your comparison, but his heart still warmed. “I don’t know what I would do without you, baby. I’d just be a lonely, stubborn man, waiting to be understood by someone.”

“Even if you were, in every universe I’d find you. What makes you think I’d allow someone else to come along and snatch you up? You’re more then a hot-shot than you realize.” Laughter bubbled out of you, but you meant every word.

“Oh am I?” Steve raised his brows. “Well, it never hurts to get complimented by a pretty lady every once in a while.”

You flushed, and Steve ducked down to kiss you again, even in an openly public space he couldn’t contain his love for you.

The rest of the kids stood in the corner, elbows crossed, shaking their heads at the found couple displaying their love.

“He’s whipped! It’s ridiculous!” Dustin exasperated, pointing at Steve.

“And I thought his heart was made out of stone.” Lucas shook his head.

Afterwards Robin had walked up to him with a smug smile on her face. “Distracted by something, Stevie?”

Steve gulped, quickly shaking his head, “no, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Robin nodded but the look on her face didn’t waver. “Mhm.”

When he spotted you once again around town he immediately took his chance to go up and talk to you, he tried rehearsing his words in order to make it seem like he wasn’t already completely obsessed.

“Hey—hi! I’m Steve, if you didn’t know—maybe you already knew that, sorry…” Steve rushed out, and mentally slapped himself.

You’re already apologizing? Get a grip Harrington.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, biting your lip which caught his attention as you tried not to burst out into laughter. You definitely knew who Steve was, he was very cute and impossible not to notice, in your defense.

“Hi,” you introduced yourself to him kindly, and saw the way his brows raised momentarily.

“Er…you have a nice voice.” He exhaled, then shook his head like he regretted the last few seconds of his life.

“Oh! Thank you, I’ve never been told that.” You responded surprised at his bluntness.

“That sounded—really weird, god I’m sorry. It’s just, I’ve seen you around, and uhm, I wanted to talk to you.” He confessed with a hand rubbing at his neck, now avoiding your gaze.

You tilted your head at him, smiling like you already knew why he was talking to you, like you were seconds away from ruining him.

“Oh yeah, and what made you wanna talk to me?”

Steve blinked, a low sound escaping his throat. “I-uh, I don’t know.” He whispered. “Wait—I just noticed you, is all.” He tried to foolishly play off.

Your face softened, and Steve caught it as his shoulders lowered just a little. “I swear I’m not this bad at talking to people, you just—you make me go a little crazy.” Steve’s face flushed, clearly not meaning to say that out loud, and you laughed. Not making fun of him, but at the idea of you being able to make Steve Harrington go crazy.

“Didn’t know I had that effect on people,” you questioned, a small smirk spreading onto your face.

Steve realized that you were actually flirting with him, not trying to end the conversation like he expected. And he needed to match your energy back before you thought of him as pathetic.

“Yeah well, I think you know exactly what you’re doing to me.” Steve made it obvious as he searched your face, looking at your lips for a few seconds.

“Maybe I want to make you go a little crazy?” You looked up at him with fluttering lashes, “bye Steve, I’ll see you around.” You left him wanting more, and Steve had to physically stand there catching his breath.

Oh, the woman that you were. He never met someone that made his heart race the way you do—who made him question his ability to even think normally.

He ran a hand down his face, but the rest of the night he couldn’t wipe away his smile. Sure, he wasn’t quite acting like the ladies man in front of you, but you seemed… amused enough to entertain him.

And that’s what ruined him, the thought that you might be as equally interested in him as he was in you. And all he needed to do was to step up his game.

After new found confidence, Steve used it to his advantage, making himself a regular in your life. He started showing up around you more, not enough to linger, but just to make your head spiral now.

“Are you always this distracting? Or is it only because of me?” Steve questioned one day while passing by you. You bit the inside of your cheek trying not to fluster at his words.

“You know your eyes really pop with that color,” he casually mentioned another time, looking you up and down. That left you gaping, struggling to collect your thoughts. You didn’t know how observant he was, taking every little detail into account.

You’d spend the rest of the day thinking about his words, the way he looked at you like he knew something you didn’t. The flustered Steve you previously knew who couldn’t look you in the eye, was left in the past. He was replaced by a man who knew exactly what he desired, and that happened to be you.

The crowded room was loud, with background music overlapping the heated conversations filling it. But Steve stood with his hands folded, across the corner you were tucked away in, glaring daggers at Eddie Munson.

When you arrived Steve had already prepared his plan, he was going to spend the night busying himself talking to you, about anything and everything. But then Eddie had pulled you away, animatedly story telling about something Steve couldn’t care less about. Though the way you responded equally enthralled, not looking away from the metalheaded guy, who was everything Steve wasn’t, sent a fresh wave of rage through his veins.

Did Eddie decide he suddenly liked you? You were way out of his league, you shouldn’t waste your time with him. Steve could offer you so much more, he would love you in a way you couldn’t imagine.

Robin abruptly interrupted his thoughts, leaning in to whisper, “maybe try not to glare holes into Eddie’s head.”

Steve scoffed, finally tearing his gaze away from you for the first time all night. “I’m not glaring, just wondering why she’s talking to that loser.”

“Right, and I’m not watching you lose your mind over her just speaking to a guy. See Steve? She’s just talking to him, not touching him, not flirting with him, just talking. No reason for you to get so upset.” Robin tried to keep him level headed.

Steve’s jaw clenched just a tiny bit more. “But she’s laughing with him. And she’s supposed to be laughing with me.”

Robin blinked, realizing how deep Steve was in. “Then stop standing here sulking and go over and make a move, dingus. Prove to her why she should be with you.”

That made Steve look up, the words penetrating deep into his consciousness. Robins right, it was time to do something about it.

Steve walks over, trying not to overthink it, trying not to hesitate and turn back. You looked past Eddie’s head, noticing the man who’s been occupying your mind rent free walking towards you. You involuntarily straightened up, completely forgetting Eddie’s conversation when you catch eyes.

“Hey,” was the only thing Steve said when he approached, towering over Eddie, but his words were only directed to you.

“Hi,” you breathed out, suddenly locked into a trance.

Eddie’s words were cut off, as he looked between you two, his brows drawn together in confusion before the reason behind the sudden tension hit him. “Oh! Oh,” trying not to show the smirk in his voice.

“What a surprise Harrington, didn’t see you there.” Eddie commented, completely enjoying the way Steve was now pissed, flashing a murderous look at him.

“Seems like it, Munson.” Steve shortly replied, before turning his attention entirely back on you. You caught the exchange between them, only thinking that this was typical men behavior.

“Did you want something, Steve?” Your voice softened, snapping him out of his anger.

“Yeah actually, I wanted to talk to you.” Steve didn’t waver, and you gladly followed him away to get lost in conversation.

When you were finally alone, Steve’s expression turned sheepish. “I didn’t mean to make a big deal out of it.” He shrugged.

You grinned, like everything made sense now. “You were jealous. Weren’t you?”

Steve’s jaw tightened, not expecting to be called out like that. “So what if I was? Munson isn’t the guy I want you spending your time with.”

You looked taken aback, your heart racing. “And who would you prefer I spend it with?”

“Me.”

The single word, proved everything you had been wondering for the past few weeks. It was clear as day now, that Steve wasn’t playing around anymore, it wasn’t just playful flirting and glances, and the air thickened with something serious.

“Oh,” the quiet sound escaped your lungs, not sure how to continue.

“I can’t keep acting like this is a game. I don’t want to see you with anyone else, which means I have to take control now. So I figured, would you—“

He paused, backtracking a bit. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” Careful with his words, coming out slow.

You let his words sit in the air for a bit, your lips parted, not sure you heard what you think you did.

Then you stepped a little closer, just enough to silently answer Steve’s question. “Yes, yes I want you Steve. Yes I’ll go on a date with you.” A small smile etched onto your face, and Steve short circuited.

Then you reached up and cupped his cheek, slowly rubbing your thumb against the soft skin, staring deep into his chocolate eyes. “You really should’ve just asked me from the beginning Steve, instead of getting all adorably mad.” You laughed, Steve tried to act annoyed and rolled his eyes, keeping his own smile at bay.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You stood on the tips of your toes and pressed the smallest of kisses to his heated cheek where your hand had been.

Steve froze, not being able to breathe or move, only blink rapidly at you, utterly surprised at your actions. Then he furrowed his brows and scoffed, “I told you, you know just what you’re doing you little minx.” Steve angrily retorted, ticking your side as you bellowed over in laughter.

And later when you were walking out hand in hand to Steve’s car, ready to take you home. After he had got you all settled into the passengers seat a ring-clad hand grabbed his shoulder.

“Hey Harrington,” Steve turned around to the face of Eddie Munson whispering to him.

“Sorry about earlier you know, didn’t mean to steal your girl.” Eddie raised his hands, in a backing off gesture.

Steve only looked at him with a blank stare, “whatever Munson, just don’t do it again.”

Eddie’s features overtook with a wide smile, as he nudged Steve’s chest. “I can’t lie, you two make a cute couple though.”

Steve shook him off, not wasting another second to join you in the car. And when he had accompanied you all the way to your doorstep, making sure you got in safely, Steve started walking away before turning back hurriedly and pulling you into a heated kiss.

So on a whim you agreed, your mind had already been feeling cloudy from overexertion, maybe you just needed to forget about things for a moment.

But slowly, not even to the halfway mark of the night yet, the sense of dread started pouring through your body like ice cold water. Tingling numbness spread up your fingers, you excused yourself for a moment to go off to the side of the drinks table. As if anyone had even been paying attention to you — your ‘friends’ had ditched you since the moment you came in, leaving to dance and laugh amongst themselves. And there was no way you could handle bothering your boyfriend, he already did so much for you, the last thing he needed was for you to stick to him like glue when there were plenty of other people to be around.

Your mind began to race, what the hell were you doing? You’re falling behind. There were so many things you had left unfinished just be here, you were a failure, and it kept booming through your mind until your temples began to throb and you couldn’t think of anything else. Failure. Failure. Failure.

You squeezed your eyes shut, like somehow you’d will yourself to stop the embarrassing show you were putting on, and be able to block the rest of the world out. You raised your plastic red cup to your mouth and took a swing of whatever concoction was inside — as if it was the cure to whatever horrid feeling was starting to burrow itself deep in your chest, ‘just stop it, this isn’t the time.’

Then everything blended together until you couldn’t make out where you were and what was going on. The loud music and obnoxious laughter of the crowd bounced off the walls and went straight into your ears, your mind refusing to turn off for a single moment. Your legs were weakening to the point where all you could think about was falling to the ground and curling up in a tiny ball.

Just a puddle — that’s how you felt right now, unseen, unnoticed, people pushed past you until you dropped your cup to the floor spilling the liquid everywhere. You tried to let out a sound, anything to fill the emptiness of your lungs but all that came out was a whimper as tears left your eyes.

Your body was shaking now, there was no exit, no escape, all the once familiar faces you knew had smushed into one giant blur of visible shadows, pressing in around your walls. You wanted to get to him, but your eyes wouldn’t work, colorful shapes filled your surroundings.

A strong warm hand came down suddenly onto your shoulder, a figure crouching down like you were the smallest thing here, assessing you carefully.

It took you a while for your mind to coherently grasp who was in front of you, making out the face of Steve being so close to yours. His earlier happy expression was now pulled into a concerned one.

“Oh no, honey.”

Steve noticed it from across the room, the subtle way your eyes had glazed over, being pulled into a place he knew all too well.

He caught the moment your breathing had gone from erratic to desperate, still trying to hold onto the last shred of control before it would be ripped away from your grasp too.

He had to stop it and try to be your anchor, he moved through the sea of people who glared at him when he roughly cleared them out of his path, he saw the way they were ignoring you. Like you were just a piece of decoration, useless, and not any of them had a single ounce of empathy in their hearts.

Steve made it to you when your face had lost color, gripping tightly onto your body, he needed to get you out. He wasn’t thinking as he guided you carrying most of your weight towards the door, you held his arm trying to concentrate as hard as you could on following slowly, not being able to think for yourself currently.

He finally got you out onto the porch, where cold air hit your chest firmly, starting to fill your insides. You were still crying, not knowing how to steady yourself again.

“Hey hey, you’re going to be okay — I’ve got you now.” Steve’s hand moved to your face, cupping so gently, his brows pulled into that downward tilt that made you think he would do anything for you right now. And he really would.

“I-I can’t b-breathe,” the first words you’ve gasped out all night, he knew this panic attack was soon to come, you’ve always been a highly stressed person, masking it most of the time so he couldn’t fret over you.

“I know baby, I know. Just copy me, in and out—slowly, yeah?” Steve spoke in the calmest tone he could muster, even though he could barely breathe himself, pressing you close against his chest trying to encourage you to slow down.

“In, 1…2…3…4,” he softly counted, over exaggerating his breathing. “Now out, 1…2…3…4.” He rubbed your back up and down, keeping you huddled against him, he knew squeezing just enough pressure would help.

“So good, so good for me baby,” he praised. “Just keep going—you’ve got it.”

You don’t know how long you stood there, enclosed in Steve’s arms, just to the point where blood returned to your fingers, your feet weren’t stuck to the floor, and your head didn’t feel so dizzy anymore.

Steve wiped your tears away against your cheek, as your sobs faded into soft hippcups, but he knew you were still shaken up. That must’ve taken such a toll on his poor sweet girl. The worst part was he had been the one to leave you all alone, Steve thought you were excited to party with your friends—you hadn’t hung out in a long time, and got himself lost in conversation with other guys.

His heart practically stopped beating when he spotted you again, closing in on yourself and staring down at your shoes. He should’ve just spent the night with you, who said you two needed to be at some stupid party to have fun? Hell, if you wanted to quiz him for hours on next week’s test he’d gladly do it.

“You’re safe now, and we don’t need to go back in there.” Steve scoffed, already making the decision for you.

“I ruined your night, didn’t I?” You quietly whispered, all you ever did was burden other people, including your boyfriend. You should have just stayed home all alone, where you deserved, instead of thinking that you were worthy of acting carefree for a night.

“What? No no, you could never ruin my night, baby.” Steve laced his fingers through yours.

“I wasn’t even having any fun, this is the lamest party I’ve ever been to.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his words, agreeing none the less.

“Let’s just go—we’ll go anywhere you want. I’m starving and a milkshake with some fries sounds like heaven right now.” Steve huffed, a smile forming on his face.

“Okay, let’s go.” You nodded, it was a wonder how your heart managed to slow whenever Steve was around. He was your comfort, and not just physically.

You two left the noisy house without going back in to say bye, Steve drove you all the way to the diner that was otherwise empty besides you both.

The waitress shook her head smiling, as she observed the young couple sharing a strawberry chocolate milkshake through a single straw. Steve attempted to feed you fries while keeping a reassuring hand on your thigh under the table.

The tapping on your bedroom window came at 10pm, like clockwork.

You could see Steve’s goofy smile through the glass, waving to you from where he was crouched in the bushes outside. You couldn’t help but laugh as you climbed off your bed, making your way over and lifting the window.

Steve climbed inside with a little less grace than he had when he was 16 sneaking into girls’ rooms after their parents had gone to bed. His ass hit the ground with a low thud before he lifted himself, brushing off his jeans and pushing up the sleeves of his pullover.

“Kind of crazy I still have to climb through your window like we’re a couple of teenagers,” Steve said quietly, resting his hands on your hips and pulling you close.

“Yeah, well,” you said, plucking a twig from his hair before brushing your fingers through it. His eyes fell closed at the feeling, smiling contentedly. “My parents still think I’m a child.”

And no one even knew you and Steve were together yet.

After years of being best friends - strictly platonic - no one thought twice about how close you and Steve were. Everyone knew Steve had harbored feelings for Nancy for years, and thought he still did. It got to the point where Steve and Jonathan argued constantly because he thought Steve was trying to win Nancy back.

Truthfully, that was just Steve. He was a bit of a show-off.

When things between you and Steve had turned into more a few months ago, it hadn’t exactly been your intention to keep it a secret. But with the end of the world scenario Hawkins was currently living, no one was paying that much attention to what the two of you were doing.

And it was kind of nice. Like your own little world.

Steve pulled you closer until your body was pressed against his, his large hands sliding around to grip your ass over the tiny shorts you were wearing. He bent down, his breath fanning across your cheek, making you shiver. He pressed his lips to your neck, and without even thinking about it you tilted your head to the side, giving him more access.

“It’s kind of exciting, though,” he mumbled against the skin of your neck. Your breaths came a little harder, your eyes closing. “Sneaking around…” His fingertips danced up the backs of your thighs, pushing up the hem of your shorts until they grazed the curve of your ass, the edge of your panties. “Having to stay quiet when I fuck you.”

“Steve…” you breathed, hands coming up to rest on his chest. You still weren’t used to the way he made you feel now. The way he made your head spin, your lungs ache, the throbbing between your thighs when he spoke to you like this. There was nothing friendly about the things he did to you.

He murmured your name back in return, and it sent a shiver up your spine. His teeth grazed the skin of your neck, and you drew in a gasp, hands tightening into fists in his shirt.

Steve moved, walking you back towards your bed. When your legs hit the edge of the mattress, you fell down onto it, bouncing softly on the plush material. Your room hadn’t changed much since you were younger, despite your 20th birthday having just passed. You still had the same white frilly pillowcases and fluffy pink duvet. You had been embarrassed about it the first time Steve came over, but there was something he liked about taking you apart piece by piece on that stupid bed.

You moved back to lay on the pillows while Steve kicked his sneakers off. He didn’t take his eyes off you, crawling onto the edge of the bed, running his hand slowly from your ankle up to your thigh. He squeezed the plush of your thigh, pushing your legs apart and crawling between them.

The rough denim of his jeans rubbed against the backs of your thighs as he settled there. He leaned over your body, hand moving up to your hip, then beneath your t-shirt, tracing over the skin of your stomach with an unexpected reverence. His calloused fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin of your sides next, and you exhaled a shaky breath, the sensation like ice through your veins.

“You’re so pretty,” Steve murmured, and you weren’t sure if he was telling you or just noting it to himself. He pushed your t-shirt up just to the bottom of your breasts, pressing featherlight kisses against your stomach. His lips trailed higher, smirking as he felt how hard you were breathing. He pulled back, looking down at you - how did you look so wrecked already?

Disappointed by the loss of his touch, you opened your eyes. “Why’d you stop?” you asked, the pout on your pretty lips making Steve’s own pull into that cocky smirk you knew all too well.

“You’re needy tonight,” he observed, thumb tracing circles over your hip. You could tell it was boosting his ego, which he really didn’t need. “I’ve barely even touched you yet.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, although even Steve could see how weak the protest was. Even though Steve was your boyfriend now - you were still getting used to that - you often fell into that playful bickering from years of friendship. “You’re not that good.”

Steve planted a hand by your shoulder, leaning back over your body. Any teasing died on your lips the second his body pressed into yours, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped when you felt his hot tongue against your neck, right over your pulse point. Your hand shot up to grasp at his bicep, clinging to him tightly.

You could feel the smirk against your skin. “I bet you’re already so wet,” he murmured. He pressed his lips to your neck, nuzzling his nose against the curve between your neck and shoulder. “I bet if I touch you right now, I’ll see just how good I am at getting you worked up.”

“Christ, Steve,” you breathed. As much as you wanted to tease him, to make him work for it, you couldn’t hide what he was doing to you. Your body was reacting to every touch, every word, to an almost embarrassing level. 

His free hand slid back down your side until he reached the waistband of your shorts. He relished in the little gasp you let out when he slipped his hand beneath, into the lace panties you had put on specifically for him, his thick fingers gently tracing through your folds.

“Oh,” he groaned, feeling the proof of everything you’d tried to deny. “God, baby, you’re soaked.” He pulled back to look down at you, his hazel eyes burning into yours with an intensity that hadn’t been there minutes before. “Just for me, huh?”

He pressed his fingers against your clit, already swollen and throbbing with need, and there was no way you could have denied it even if you wanted to.

“Uh huh,” you moaned, looking up at him with every ounce of desire written clear across your face. It nearly took Steve’s breath away, how perfect you looked. He was straining against his jeans so hard it was starting to hurt, desperate to free himself and fuck you already. 

“You make me so hard,” he muttered, his hand moving down until his index finger was pressed against your entrance. Your body thrummed with anticipation, craving to be filled by him in some way, any way, and you could see on his face that he was going to give you exactly what you wanted—

The phone rang, shrill and startling in the charged atmosphere of your bedroom.

“Shit,” you cursed, letting out a deep sigh. Steve pulled his hand from your shorts, sitting back on his knees with a huff and the disappointed look of someone who had just dropped his whole ice cream cone on the ground.

You leaned over the bed to your nightstand, lifting the phone from the receiver. You and Steve exchanged a look before you pressed the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

Your name came through the other end of the line in an exasperated breath. “God, it’s been a day.”

You sat up a little, leaning back against the pillows. “Hey, Nance,” you said, meeting Steve’s eyes. He raised his eyebrows, staying silent. “What’s up?”

“I am just so tired of guys, to be honest with you,” Nancy said, letting out what she’d clearly been holding in for a while. “I swear Jonathan just turns into this…this caveman when Steve is around! It’s like the smart, sensitive guy I fell for is just gone, and all he cares about is winning me, like I’m some…object.”

The speaker on the phone was loud, letting Steve hear every word she said. He chuckled quietly, and you rolled your eyes, kicking his thigh lightly. You didn’t understand the rivalry Steve had with Jonathan. It seemed like Steve just thought it was funny to piss him off.

“Yeah, it’s stupid,” you agreed, trying to give Nancy your attention even while Steve was being as annoying as possible, tickling your feet. You kicked at him again, and he laughed, dodging out of the way. He moved in to kiss your cheek, flopping down on the pillows next to you. “Um…” You tried to tune Steve out, because he was being incredibly distracting. “Have you talked to him about it?”

A sigh. “Of course. But you know he won’t admit anything. He won’t admit he’s jealous of Steve.”

Steve looked way too smug for his own good. You ignored him, holding a hand up to block out his face. He snatched your hand, placing a kiss against your palm. “Of course he won’t. He’s a man.” You glanced over at Steve, who looked mock offended at that.

“And don’t even get me started on Steve.”

You froze at that. Steve raised his eyebrows at you, looking even more amused by the turn the conversation was taking.

“Oh, yeah,” you said weakly, because you weren’t really sure what else to say.

“I know he’s your best friend,” Nancy said, as if she hadn’t talked to you about Steve countless times before. “But I wish he would just move on. We dated years ago, and it didn’t work out. I just wish he would…I don’t know…get over me.”

You and Steve exchanged amused smiles at that - because she had no idea how much Steve had already moved on. “Maybe he just needs to meet someone,” you said, fighting back the giggle as Steve’s lips began brushing over your neck again, down to your collarbone. You swatted at his arm half-heartedly, although you didn’t really want him to stop.

“I’m starting to worry he never will,” Nancy said. “And I care about Steve, I hate to break his heart, but it’s just not going to happen.”

Your breath hitched as Steve’s lips trailed down your body again. As he reached your stomach, pushing your shirt up again and kissing above the waistband of your shorts, you looked down at him with furrowed brows. The mischief gleaming in those hazel eyes was familiar, but rarely a good thing.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice more breathy than you intended when Steve spread your legs, his lips pressing against your inner thigh. Your jaw dropped when his teeth scraped against the sensitive skin, your head falling back on the pillows. Was he fucking insane?

If Nancy noticed how distracted you were, she didn’t say anything. “I mean, he’s a great guy and all,” she went on, “You know that. I’m sure he’s gonna make some girl very happy one day.”

You looked down, making eye contact with Steve as he smirked up at you, slipping his fingers beneath the top of your shorts and sliding them down your legs. A flush crept onto your skin, the room all of a sudden feeling much hotter. Steve placed another kiss on your thigh before he leaned forward, pressing his lips against your clit through the lace of your panties. Your free hand tightened in the sheets. “Y-Yeah, for sure.”

“He’s handsome, funny, sweet, romantic. He loves his grand gestures.”

Steve looked far too smug as he listened to her praises, but he was focused on his mission. He stuck out his tongue, licking your folds through the already soaked material of your panties. You drew in a sharp breath, fighting back the urge to groan. “Yeah, he’s…he’s great.”

“But he can also just be a total…meathead!”

You looked down at Steve then, holding back a laugh. “Oh, yeah, for sure.” It was his turn to roll his eyes at you, but all thoughts of teasing vanished from your brain as he slipped the lace off your body, leaving you bare for him. The cool air against your wet pussy had you clenching your thighs together, but Steve spread them again, looking down at you like he was starving and ready to absolutely devour you.

“I mean, honestly,” she went on as Steve nuzzled against your core, his nose brushing against your clit in a way that made your whole body jolt. “Everything has to be a competition for my attention. It was so stupid, him and Jonathan racing each other up the radio tower. They could have gotten hurt, but all they cared about was showing off for me, like I’m going to pick the ‘strongest man’, or whatever they think women want.”

Listening to Nancy talk about Steve trying to impress her almost made you giggle. Steve loved to show off, that was for sure, but Nancy was definitely getting the wrong idea. You bit back a grin at the memory of how Steve had fucked you from behind in the WSQK supply closet after, hard and fast with the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

“So stupid,” you agreed. You had to slap your hand over your mouth when you felt Steve’s tongue finally delving between your folds, greedily tasting every inch of you, how sweet and wet you were. His fingers dug tightly into your thighs, fighting back his own groan of pleasure.

“Like a couple of neanderthals,” Nancy sighed. “And it’s making Jonathan into a total pain. He’s just moody all the time now, and it’s because Steve keeps provoking him. I mean, I know you’re close, but don’t you think Steve can be such a…a total ass?”

“Oh yeah, a total ass,” you said. Steve quickly wiped the playful grin off your face when he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking, his fingers sliding between your folds again. The whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you bit down on your hand hard enough to leave a mark when he pressed a long finger inside of you.

Your hips lifted off the bed, grinding against his face and hand like you were desperate for more of whatever he’d give you. He groaned so quietly you could barely hear it, but the vibrations against your aching clit had your thighs trembling. He slowly grinded his hips against the bed while he lapped at your cunt, a second finger sliding into you and curling deep inside.

Your hand with the phone dropped out to your side, Nancy’s voice still somehow audible as she continued on with her rant. You grabbed one of your pillows, holding it over your face and burying your moan in the stupid frilly pillowcase, heat coiling low in your belly. God, he was going to make you cum so hard with that stupid mouth of his.

Steve flicked his tongue over your clit again, fucking his fingers in deep until he was hitting that spot over and over again with a level of precision that only came with experience. It almost pissed you off, how quickly and perfectly Steve could make you fall apart.

Your orgasm was building fast. Your back was arching, body writhing on the bed, breaths coming in hot and heavy. Your thighs trembled around his head, and you let go of the phone to tangle your fingers in his messy hair, giving a sharp tug that made him groan even louder this time.

The vibrations from his moaning, his tongue working over your sensitive clit, and his thick fingers fucking you hard and deep were bringing you to the edge faster than you cared to admit, but it was the whimper he let out as he grinded his cock down hard against the bed that was your undoing.

You let go of his hair, both hands gripping the pillow and holding it tight over your face as you let out the most desperate, needy moans, loud enough that the whole house would have heard you. Steve worked you through it, making sure he drew out every last bit of pleasure, every tremor from your body, tongue working slowly now as he brought you back to earth.

The phone call had gone completely forgotten, until you heard Nancy calling your name over the line.

You pushed the pillow away, grabbing the handset and bringing it back to your ear. “Sorry, my mom needed something,” you said quickly, praying Nancy hadn’t heard any of the noises you had just made.

“Oh, it’s fine, I have to get going anyways. But I’ll see you tomorrow!”

You tried to catch your breath as relief flooded your body. “Yeah, of course. Goodnight, Nance.”

“Night!”

The line went dead, and your body visibly relaxed. Thank god she hadn’t noticed anything weird. Steve was still kissing your thighs, his hazel eyes looking up at you from between your legs with an intensity that made your heart thud hard against the wall of your chest.

The second the phone was back on the receiver, Steve crashed his lips to yours like he couldn’t take it for another second. You could taste yourself on his tongue when he licked into your mouth, kissing you in the most filthy, needy way. He bit at your bottom lip and you moaned, fingers digging into his biceps. He rutted his hips against your thigh as he kissed you, and you could feel every inch of him through the tight denim.

He pulled back from your body, lips and chin still wet with your release and his eyes glazed over with lust. He took in the sight of you, so wrecked and beautiful, laying there in nothing but the loose t-shirt you had stolen from his closet at some point.

“God, look at you,” he muttered. His fingertips traced over your skin with the kind of reverence reserved for something holy. “Jesus. You’re unreal.”

You wanted to scold him for the stunt he’d pulled while you were on the phone, wanted to tell him that was risky and stupid and would have been so embarrassing if Nancy had figured it out, but those thoughts quickly disappeared when he grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to your bedroom floor. You almost moaned as your eyes shamelessly raked over his chest, all lean muscle covered by that thick, dark hair you were way more into than you ever expected to be.

“See something you like?” he teased, calloused palm pushing your t-shirt up your body until your tits were exposed. Your nipples hardened in the air and he brushed his fingers over the stiff peaks of them, making you shudder.

“Steve…” you said, breathing his name like a plea. 

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, eyes never leaving your chest. He gripped your breast in his left hand, squeezing it - fit so perfectly in his hand, he thought - his thumb rubbing over your nipple.

“I need you,” you admitted in a whine. You hated letting him see how badly he affected you, because it always went straight to his big head, but you couldn’t help it. You pushed your hips down, grinding against his thigh, desperate for his touch even though he’d just made you cum on his tongue and fingers minutes ago.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling back from you as if he’d been burned. His hands moved to his jeans at lightning speed, the clink of his belt buckle loud in the quiet of the bedroom as he undid it as fast as he could. “I can’t- shit, I need to fuck you right now.”

He shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go, groaning as his thick, aching cock was finally freed. He kicked his pants off to the floor, wrapping a hand around himself and giving his cock a few quick strokes as he stared down at your body. He was so worked up from what you’d done, his tip flushed red and a drop of precum beading at his slit that made your mouth water.

Steve leaned over your body, leaning his weight on one strong arm planted above your shoulder while his other dragged the head of his cock through your folds. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you?” he said, his voice a low growl in your ear.

It took you a minute to realize he’d asked you a question, too busy focusing on the feeling of his cock pressing against your entrance, wishing he would just take you already. When he didn’t give you what you wanted, you opened your eyes, looking up at him. “What?”

“I said, I bet you liked that,” Steve murmured, pushing his cock inside just barely, not even a full inch, making you whimper as he pulled back out, “I bet you liked having to stay quiet so Nancy wouldn’t know what I was doing to you.” He dragged himself back up through your wetness, pressing against your clit. You drew in a gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders.

“Steve—“ you said, as firmly as you could manage when every nerve ending in your body felt like it was on fire. “You shouldn’t have done that, it was risky—“

“Your body doesn’t lie,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss along your collarbone, his tongue teasing your skin before sucking a mark onto the delicate flesh. “You were soaking my fingers, baby. I could feel you clenching around me every time you had to stay quiet.”

You shuddered beneath him, like his words sent a chill through you. All you could do was let out a quick exhale as you felt him at your tight hole again, and he gently rubbed his nose against your jawline, breathing in the scent of your body wash combined with the smell of sex.

“No one knows how fuckin’ filthy you are,” he groaned, his low voice rumbling against your skin. “No one knows how much you love getting fucked. No one but me.”

He moved his hips forward in a slow roll, his cock sinking into you inch by agonizing inch. You keened at the feeling, his cock stretching you out — more like splitting you open — and Steve groaned low in his throat, your tight heat enveloping his length like fucking heaven.

“Oh, fuck,” you rasped once he was fully seated inside you. Your thighs were shaking, and Steve gripped the plush skin, hiking your leg around his waist. His forehead dropped against yours, both breathing heavily as he rolled his hips against you, setting a pace that was slow but deep, punching the air from your lungs with each press.

Steve kissed you, only sweet for a moment before it turned hungry, bruising, massaging his tongue against yours and sucking your lower lip into his mouth. You whimpered, and Steve’s hips bucked forward, grunting against your lips as he lost his rhythm already.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling back to admire your body as he fucked into you. He couldn’t hold back anymore, hips rutting hard and fast against yours, watching your tits bounce with every thrust. Your bed creaked beneath the movements, joining the sound of the breathy moans you exchanged, his skin meeting yours. “You’re so fucking tight and hot — the best pussy I’ve ever had, baby, I swear to god—“

Your head dropped back, crying out as you felt that delicious drag of Steve’s thick cock in your velvety walls. Every ridge and vein of him, the way he was so big and curved just right, and he always knew the angle to fuck you at to hit that spot every single time.

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Oh, shit. Fuck, that turned you on, didn’t it baby?” His voice was a low rasp, and he grabbed your wrists with his free hand, pinning them above your head. The way it stretched your body pushed your tits out, and Steve groaned at the sight, momentarily distracted. “I think you like the idea of getting caught with me. I’ve never felt you so fuckin’ wet, Christ.”

As much as you wanted to deny his words, your body reacted on its own, pussy throbbing around his cock, making his pace falter and a choked moan break from his lungs.

“You don’t even have to tell me,” he grunted, wearing his best cocky smirk, although the flush on his cheeks and the way his features kept twisting into pleasure gave away how weak he was for you, too. “You’re— oh, shit—“

He let go of your wrists to grab your thigh and hold you open wider, sinking somehow deeper. You bit down on your lip so hard you tasted blood, trying not to be loud enough for your parents to come knocking. Steve’s tongue darted out to lick his lips as he looked down at you, the sweat shining on your skin, your furrowed brows and parted lips, the tiny little moans he was pulling from you with every movement.

“You are so fucking hot,” he groaned, almost to himself. “So beautiful. Fucking perfect. Made for me.”

“Yours,” you agreed, and the word had barely left your mouth before he was crashing his lips back onto yours, both moaning into the kiss, breathing each other’s air until your head spun.

You raked your nails down his back, long red scratches blooming against his freckled skin. Steve moaned raggedly, hips stuttering as he cursed out a breathy “Fuck,” against your lips.

Steve leaned back on his knees, his hands sliding down your sides before reaching your hips, holding onto you with a bruising grip. He pulled your hips down against his thrusts, using your body to chase his own pleasure, the muscles in his neck and chest tightening as he felt that familiar electricity crackling up his spine.

“Say my name, baby,” He rasped. He was so close. “I wanna know who’s making you feel this good.”

“Steve,” you moaned, reaching up and grabbing onto your pillows, desperate for some kind of leverage as you felt yourself about to fall over the edge. “Oh, god— fuck— Steve!”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head as it hit you like a wave, pleasure washing over your body like you’d never felt before. You buried your face in the pillow, muffling the scream you let out as your body tightened around him, squeezing his cock tight within your walls.

“Oh, sh- fuck!”

Steve’s body pitched forward with the intensity of his orgasm, catching himself on his right arm, his left hand gripping so tightly onto your thigh you knew there would be bruises. His hips stuttered against you, his cock pulsing inside your tight walls, filling you with every drop of his cum until he had nothing left.

He stayed buried in you, relishing in the feeling, before he finally pulled out, laying on the bed next to you. He was breathing hard as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you against his sweaty chest.

You looked up at him, carding your hand through his messy hair. He hummed, leaning into your touch. He grabbed your wrist as you went to pull away, pulling you closer and kissing you with a surprising amount of tenderness after what you’d just done.

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes with that grin that just screamed Steve and emotion clear as day in his hazel eyes. “I love you.”

Your heart raced, the way he was looking at you sending heat through your veins in a whole different way from before. “I love you too, Steve.”

His hand rested on your hip, tracing slow circles on your skin. “Maybe we should tell people. About us.”

“Yeah?” you asked, hand trailing through the hair on his chest. “You want that?”

“I do,” he said, leaning forward to place a kiss against your forehead. “We probably shouldn’t let Nancy keep thinking I’m obsessed with her when I’m doing this with you.”

You laughed, the memory of the phone call with Nancy making your cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Okay,” you agreed. “We’ll tell people.”

The idea of going public with Steve, everyone knowing you were much more than friends after years of insisting and proving otherwise, was a little scary. But more than that, you were excited. You wanted to be able to be affectionate with Steve in front of your friends. To kiss him, to hold his hand, to let everyone know how much you loved him.

“Does that mean you’re finally gonna leave Jonathan alone now that he knows you’re not after Nancy?” you asked with a teasing smile.

He looked down at you, his brows furrowed with the level of sass only Steve Harrington could achieve. “Now, I never said that.”

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Steve had you pressed into the couch, hovering over you, one arm wrapped around your waist, while the other held his body up from crushing you.

Not that you would have minded.

His lips are firmly planted against yours, practically devouring your face with how hard he was going.

Your hands were wrapped around Steve’s neck, fingers looping in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging softly at the strands.

Steve groans.

The sound vibrates against your lips, you whine in return, arching your back into him.

“Sounds pretty” Steve mumbles.

The words are shared between your lips, breathy and low, his words meant for you and only you.

“Stevie” You sound just as breathy, more high pitched and whiny.

The arm around your waist loosens for a moment, Steve’s hand wandering up the sweater you’re wearing, palms scraping against your warm skin.

With the skills of a man who knows what he’s doing, Steve smooths his palm over your ribs, fingers gliding over the expanse of your skin, you shiver in delight, gasping as his nimble edge at your bra.

Those long fingers fiddle for a moment, following the seams of your bra, before he reaches the clasp at your back, with a subtle flick of his wrist, it comes loose, hanging around your chest, useless.

“I don’t know whether to be turned on, or worried, that you’re so good at that” You breathed, using one of your hands to reach beneath your shirt and maneuver the bra off your body, throwing it down on the ground.

“Turned on” Steve nodded, a smug smile on his lips. “Definitely turned on”

You rolled your eyes, pulling Steve back into your embrace, kissing his smug smile right off his face.

You left one hand twisting and hugging at Steve’s hair, while the other traversed down his back, gripping the back of his shirt in a tight fist, pushing down slightly, wanting him to be closer.

Steve followed your subtle direction without much coaxing, his hips slotting right against your parted legs.

His jean clad thighs brushed up against your bare legs, your skirt hiked up around your waist.

Steve grinds his hips down, the hardened bulge in his jeans brushing right up against your core.

“Shit” Steve moans, pressing his forehead against yours.

He does the motion against, grinding down on you a little harder, right down on your dampened underwear.

You let out a deep sigh, biting down on your lip as your hips buck up to meet Steve’s motions.

“That feels good Stevie” You whimper.

“Yeah” Steve’s grinning now, sliding his jean clad bulge up and down, over and over your center. “You like that sweetheart?”

“So much” You nodded quickly, eyes slipping shut.

Steve hums softly nudging your face with his nose, placing gentle kisses against your cheeks, down the slope of your neck.

The kisses are hot and wet, his teeth biting down softly on your skin, tongue lapping at the fresh bites, soothing the marks.

The hand under your shirt was now pressing against your stomach, reaching up to cup one of your breasts on his large hand, squeezing it.

“So fucking pretty” Steve mumbles into your neck, biting down a little harder this time.

You back arches again, pressing your chest right into his open palm, fingers tugging harshly at his hair in retaliation.

Steve moans at the feeling.

“Please Stevie” You say, your hand slipping beneath his shirt now, clutching at his muscled back.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart” Steve breathes the words against your skin, peering up at you with hooded eyes. “Use those pretty little words”

Your lips part, ready to demand Steve to fuck the ever loving life out of you, but you don’t get the chance.

Because, your front door swings open.

Hinges groaning with the force, door slamming against the wall.

And Robin comes storming in.

“I need your help, desperately, like you don’t even know how much I need your help right now” She comes in like a whirl wind, talking a mile a minute.

She’s so busy trying to talk her way into the apartment that she doesn’t even know what she’s interrupted.

You and Steve freeze, his face is still pressed into your neck, one hard gripping tightly at your breast. Your hand is shoved up his shirt, the other is holding onto Steve’s hair like your life depended on it.

Not to mention, you were spread out on the couch, with Steve grinding down on you like there’s no tomorrow.

“I asked Vickie on a date, like a real life actual date and I have no idea what I’m doing, and I'm so freaking nervous…and you know what I'm like when I'm nervous, I can’t shut up” Robin is still talking at super human speed, pacing the floor of your living room, tugging harshly at the strands of her short hair.

You feel hot all over, and not in the way Steve was making you feel hot mere seconds ago, this was pure embarrassment.

Steve wasn’t doing much better, he refused to look at Robin, refused to look at you, his face was beat red, ready to explode.

“I need you guys to talk me down, cause right now, I’m ready to throw myself off a really tall bridge, well not a really, really tall bridge, just tall enough that I get like, a little hurt…not like kill myself worthy, you know?” Robin continues to talk, but for the first time since she barged into your apartment, she looked directly at you and Steve.

The position was compromising to say the least.

“Oh god!” Robin shouted, covering her eyes with her hands. “Gross guys, you have a bedroom specifically made for stuff like this”

“You kinda barged into our apartment, without warning” You mumbled, finally finding the courage to push Steve off you.

Steve went willingly, situating himself on the total opposite side of the couch, not touching you at all.

You rigidly sat up, smoothing down your shirt, but realized that your bra was on the floor. You kicked it under the couch and crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide the fact that you currently weren’t wearing a bra.

Steve tugs his own shirt down, tugging at his jeans, trying to rearrange himself into a suitable position to hide the bulge in his jeans, but he settles for putting a cushion over his lap.

Completely mortified.

“But do you have to do it on the couch?” Robin whined, still covering her eyes. “We hang out on that couch”

“It’s our apartment” Steve’s voice is stilted, annoyed. “We can do it wherever we want”

You look at Steve, his face is still flushed, you can feel the embarrassment radiating off him. Your skin feels tingly, hot to the touch.

“You can uncover your eyes” You mumble quietly.

Robin peeks past a gap in her fingers, looking between you and Steve, when she deems that you guys are in fact decent, she removes her hands.

“I need help, you guys need to help me figure out what I’m gonna say” Robin says, she looks like she wants to situate herself on the couch between you, but she decides against it, with a wrinkle of her nose.

“How did you even get in?” Steve asks, ignoring Robin's pleas for help. “The door was locked”

“I have a key” Robin waves his concerns away.

“How do you have a key?” Steve asks, still confused.

“Dustin gave it to me”

“How does Dustin have a key?”

“He made one, dingus, can we get back to my problem now?”

Steve groans, throwing his head back against the couch, slouching down.

You sigh, butting yourself into their argument, knowing that if you don’t, they would be talking in circles for hours.

“You wanted help with your date with Vickie” You nodded at Robin.

“Yes,” Robin nods. “I need you guys to run fake date scenarios with me, so I know what to do, and what to say, so I don’t sound like a total dingus…like Steve”

“Hey!” Steve’s eyes snap open, glaring directly at Robin.

This was going to be a long afternoon.

TWO ― DUSTIN

Steve’s car hums softly as he drives back to your apartment.

He had taken you out to dinner. To a nice restaurant, five star dining, on his parents dime, because you both deserved it.

A long overdue date night, he had insisted, after what happened with Robin last week, you and Steve had been on edge.

But tonight, he was working the Harrington charm, trying to wiggle his way into your pants, and cementing himself into every crevice of your heart.

And he was thoroughly succeeding.

You turned your body to face him, Steve plants his hand firmly on your thigh, driving with one hand, occasionally peering at you, a wide smile on his lips.

You feel yourself smiling, warm and fuzzy feelings spreading across your chest.

“Tonight was nice” You murmured, not wanting to break the soft atmosphere in the car.

“Really nice” Steve agreed.

The roads were empty, driving past street lights and houses with their lights dimmed or completely off, it was just you and Steve out tonight.

It was nice.

And you were fighting the urge to jump Steve right here and now, if he wasn’t currently driving, it would be a game over.

Steve squeezes the meat of your thigh, long fingers digging into the flesh, palm warm against your already heated skin.

You place your hand on Steve’s, slowly trailing your fingers over each of his knuckles.

“I can’t wait to get you home” Steve hums, looking at you for a moment, before turning his attention back to the road.

You feel a burning in your stomach.

“Yeah?” You question. “What are you gonna do to me?”

Steve squeezes your thigh again.

“I’m gonna kiss the freaking crap out of you” Steve starts tame, but you know him too well, and by the smirk spreading across his lips, you know what’s coming.

“I’m gonna strip you down, and bury my head between your thighs until you’re shaking” That warm feeling in your stomach is tenfold now. “Then I’m gonna fuck you, slow and deep, because that’s what you need, isn’t it sweetheart?”

“Yeah, Stevie” You nod. “I want it, I want you”

Steve’s responding chuckle is deep, throaty. It sends a shiver down your spine, like a forewarning about what’s going to happen.

“I know you do,” Steve glances at you again. “I want you so much, you have no idea”

You slide Steve’s hand further up your thigh, pushing his fingers past the hem of your dress.

Steve’s breath hitches, but he says nothing.

So you continue to push his hand further up your thighs, the tips of his fingers brushing up against the soft cotton of your underwear, you let out a sigh at the feeling.

Steve moves his fingers on his own accord, slipping a single finger under the hem of your underwear, brushing up against your wet cunt.

“Oh, sweetheart” Steve groans, head tilting back slightly, eyes still trained on the road before him.

“Stevie” You whimpered, feeling the pad of his finger sweep up, catching right on your clit. Your hips bucked involuntarily, trying to entice him in further.

Steve gave you what you wanted, another finger slipped beneath the hem of your underwear, joining his first finger in brushing up against your most sensitive spot.

“You’re wet already” Steve murmured, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “That’s all it take huh, dinner and a little dirty talk”

You whimpered as his fingers started drawing slow circles around your clit.

“Only for you” Your voice is airy.

Steve groans.

You guys are close to your apartment now, but you didn’t have it in you to wait much longer, and it seemed neither did Steve.

His fingers continue their slow circles, your hips move with his movements chasing your pleasure.

Steve pulls into your street, parking on the road right outside your apartment. He slides his fingers from inside your underwear, eliciting a whine from you.

You watch as Steve brings his fingers up to his lips, and sucks them completely clean, groaning around the appendages.

“Fuck, sweetheart” Steve looks at you with hooded eyes.

And suddenly, you're not in your chair anymore.

Your body moves without really telling your brain what it’s doing, wrapping your legs around Steve’s waist, gripping his shoulders with a rough grip, pressing your chest against his as you kiss him.

Steve’s hand rests on your waist, pulling your body down on his lap, there’s very little space for you to work with, but that just means you guys are pressed together, neither of you are complaining.

Steve’s tongue licks at the edge of your lip, you part your lips, letting him wedge his tongue into your mouth.

You moan against his lips, your hips press firmly down on his lap, nudging the forming tent in Steve’s slacks.

“Can’t even make it into the apartment” Steve shakes his head.

You are not really listening to him.

You trail your lips down his cheek, down his jaw, feeling the remnants of the stubble Steve’s let grow out, down, down, down his neck, pausing at the meeting point of his neck and his shoulder, you tug at his button up shirt, pulling the collar, but to no avail.

You reach up to un button the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing more of his skin, and the hair that decorates his broad chest.

Your lips continue their assault, kissing his warm skin, biting down softly on his shoulder.

“Shit” Steve’s head tilts back, allowing you the space to mark him up, however you want to.

Steve uses his hand to move your hips, gliding you across the smooth fabric of his slack, the glide is easy and the friction pleasurable.

“Touch me Stevie” You whisper.

Steve follows your command, slipping one of his hands beneath your dress, not bothering with your underwear, slipping right underneath the fabric, heading straight for the goods.

Before anything can really get underway, a loud knock slams against the passenger side window.

You jump in Steve’s lap, her head banging against the roof of Steve’s car. While Steve is trapped under your body, not that he’s complaining, but he whipped his hand out from under your dress, he uses his other hand to cup the back of your head, soothing the slight bump.

You both turn, looking through the slightly fogged up window, you see a figure standing outside the car, looking less than pleased.

You sighed, leaning back over and falling into the passenger seat, before winding the window down.

Dustin Henderson.

“Come on Henderson” Steve groans, head leaning against the head rest, eyes squeezed shut, as if it would make the boy disappear. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Movie night” Dustin said sternly, holding a VHS in his hand, giving you both a pointed look. “But you guys were too busy feeling each other up, to notice me”

You felt heat licking up your spine.

If Steve felt embarrassed, he didn’t let it show, he looked more annoyed if anything.

“Dude, seriously!” Steve cried out, throwing his hands up in the air, exasperated.

“You promised!” Dustin accused, pointing a finger at Steve.

“We’re busy” Steve motions between the two of you. “Clearly”

“Yeah” Dustin spat, looking more disgusted than you’ve ever seen him. “I’ve seen more of you than I have ever wanted to”

“Then go home!” Steve shouts.

“It’s dark, you expect me to bike home in this shit!” Dustin shouts back.

You worry about the neighbours hearing you.

“Okay” You settle, sitting up in your seat, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. “Let’s take a beat guys”

“You biked here, you can sure as hell bike back!” Steve continues to shout around you, looking Dustin square in the eyes.

“You suck Harrington!” Dustin is pouting now, eyes narrowing in a menacing glare.

Dustin throws his hands up in the air, turning his back to the both of you, storming his way over to where he’s left his bike.

You sigh loudly.

Looking at Steve.

Who looks like he’s ready to start another fight.

On any other occasion, you would have enjoyed dragging him upstairs and getting his anger out in a way that made you both feel good, but you could really do that now.

Not when you would feel guilty.

Steve looks at you, and he starts to shake his head.

“No” Steve says firmly. “Not happening, he’s going home, and we’re gonna get back to where we were”

“We can’t let him do that” You deny. “It’s dark and it’s late”

You know your guilt tripping him.

But the moods been ruined, once again.

Steve sighs heavily.

He looks at Dustin through the windshield, who’s hovering around his bike, looking like he’s waiting for something.

“Stupid little shit” Steve mutters, admitting defeat.

“You love him, I know you do” You smile, leaning over to kiss him, once, twice, before pulling away.

Steve huffs.

“I love you” He corrects, slapping his palms against his thighs. “He’s lucky you care”

“Sure” You nod to appease him, but you both know that Steve really does care about Dustin, even when he’s driving him up the wall.

You and Steve hop out of the car.

“Don’t make me regret this” Steve mutters, you both walk up together, Steve’s arm is around your shoulders, yours is around his waist.

“Come on” Steve called out to Dustin, nodding at the front door.

Dustin is beaming now.

He throws his bike down, running up to the front door, talking about the movie in his hand.

You smile.

Steve huffs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

THREE ― NANCY + JONATHAN + ROBIN

Steve’s new job at the WSQK radio station, The Squawk, meant he was spending a lot of his free time there. Which, in turn, meant that you were spending a lot of your free time there.

It was a base camp for the crawls.

The trips to the upside down.

Looking for Vecna, under the guise of running a radio show.

It wasn’t all bad.

The building was pretty cool. There was a wall of shelves that went from floor to ceiling, records upon records sat on the shelves. Anything that you could think of, was hidden on those shelves, even the ones so obscure that not even Jonathan knew them.

And you liked watching Steve work the sound effects on Robin’s show, so focused on finding the right sounds, and playing them at just the right moment.

The way his brows would furrow, swinging back and forth between the machine and the pile of tapes with labeled sound effects. The way he would grab his cup of coffee, taking quick sips of the sludgy liquid, watching the way his throat boobed with the motion.

You were a wreck.

Steve drinking coffee was turning you on.

It was getting bad.

Steve wasn’t much better, which made you feel a little less bad.

Steve watched you from his post, stretched out across the couch, flipping through a pile of records as you spoke with Robin, soft flow of music playing through the air.

The show wasn’t supposed to start for another thirty minutes.

And just having you on the couch, was doing things to Steve, things he really shouldn’t be thinking about in the confines of the booth, his place of work.

“This one?” You asked, holding up a Cyndi Lauper record, to which Robin shook her head, nose scrunching.

“We played her songs way too much last week” Robin explained, flipping through another stack. “We need more variety”

You huffed.

Steve felt his heart clench.

“There, uh, there are some more records in the basement” Steve stumbled over his words, drawing your and Robin’s attention to him. “We could grab a couple of those, see if they’re any good”

“Yeah, I think I saw a Prince album down there last week, could be worth a look” You agreed, placing the record in your hand back on the stack.

“Sure” Robin shrugged.

“I’ll go down and have a look” Steve nodded, looking at you, giving you a slight quirk of his eyebrow. “Wanna help?”

“Okay” You nodded.

Robin shuffles her chair closer to the desk, sparing you both a strange look.

“Keep your hands to yourself down there dingus” She warns, pointing a finger in Steve’s direction. “This is a place of business, not your love nest”

“Why are you telling me!” Steve exclaimed. “Why don't you tell her that?” Steve pointed an accusatory finger at you.

“She has more self control than you” Robin replies, shrugging her shoulders.

“No she doesn’t” Steve denied.

Robin looks at Steve, deadpan and unbelieving.

Steve scoffs loudly.

You are so glad that Robin can’t hear your inner monologue right now, because she would have to turn her judgment onto you, because right now, you were ready to climb Steve like a freaking tree.

“Whatever” Steve rolls his eyes, opening the door to the booth, motioning you to go first.

You gladly make your escape, feeling heat spreading across your neck. Steve takes your hand in his, gripping it tightly, leading you to the secret door to the basement.

The basement was drafty, empty and completely quiet.

This was normally the place everyone met up to get ready for the next crawl, there were blueprints and town maps strewn across tables, colour coded texts and blocked maps, a projector was sitting in the middle of the room, awaiting use.

But the basement was also a holding place for all the older and underused records.

But you and Steve were clearly not here for that.

You pulled Steve to a halt, pushing his tall frame against the nearest wall, he’s surprised, but takes it in his stride, large hands gripping your hips, long fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt.

A shiver ghosts your spine, his fingers are cold against your warm skin. You lean in to kiss Steve. The kiss is frantic and quick, a little sloppy, the lack of intimacy making you and Steve loose control.

You pressed your hands against his chest, feeling his heart thudding beneath your palm. Steve bites your lip, harder than you think he was meant to, caught up in his excitement.

“Sorry” Steve breathed out.

“‘s fine” You murmur, using the lapels of his jacket to tug him back into you.

Steve grunts, going right back to kissing you.

His hand reached around, pressing deep into the back pocket of your jeans, palms cupping your backside in a harsh grasp.

“Steve” You whisper, back arching, pressing your chest against Steve's.

“I know” He breathes.

He pulls his hand from your pocket, wrapping his large hands around your thighs, lifting you with an astounding amount of ease.

You let out a soft giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulder, digging your fingers into his soft hair.

Steve laughs, turning your bodies around, now he was pinning you against the wall.

Steve pauses a moment, taking you in.

“Hi” You smile, it’s soft and warm.

Steve feels a hot sensation building in the pit of his stomach, it spreads through his chest as you run your fingers through his hair, he really loved when you played with his hair.

“Hey sweetheart” Steve smiles back.

That smile has your heart fluttering, a tingle of warm zinging right through your body. Steve’s gaze is piercing, like he can truly see all of you, he wants to see all of you. His love for you bleeds through every glance, those warm honey brown eyes, a pool you’d love to swim in.

Steve kisses you again.

It’s a little slower now. A little warmer.

Steve holds your body, hands digging into the meat of your thigh, your back is up against the wall, cold cement chilling you through your top.

Your tongue slips past Steve’s lips, he groans loudly, lips parting, tongues brushing.

“Guys, Nancy and Jonathan are here, there’s gonna be a--Seriously!”

The door to the basement is slid open, Robin bounding her way down the stairs with Nancy and Jonathan coming in behind her.

Steve drops your thighs, your legs slam down very gracelessly, you wince as your boot clad feet smack against the concrete. Steve spares you a sorry glance.

“Again!” Robin exclaims, standing on the stairs, hands on her hips.

Nancy and Jonathan are struggling to muffle their laughter, taking in Steve’s flushed cheeks, and your down cast eyes, not feeling brave enough to lock eyes with Robin.

“I told you to keep your hands to yourself Steve!” Robin exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Steve scoffed.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t the one who started this” Steve muttered, motioning between the two of you with a waggaling finger.

“Steve!” You cried, slapping his arm.

“Ow! Sorry!” He said, clutching his arm, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Okay, keep it in your pants you guys” Nancy joked goodnaturedly.

“The radio station, that’s what gets you going huh?” Jonathan snicked behind his hand.

“Shut up” You mutter.

“I can’t believe this” Robin is running her fingers through her hair. “I thought Steve was the menace in your relationship, turns out I was wrong”

You rolled your eyes.

“Can you blame me?” You say, but it’s quiet, and lacks the confidence your candance normally carries.

“Not in our place of work!” Robin chastised, like you and Steve were a pair of dogs she was training.

“All right,” Steve waved her off. “We get it, we can’t do it at the station, or in my car or in our own freaking apartment, just let us know where and when then”

Steve puts his hands on his hips, looking expectantly at Robin, whose cheeks are a soft shade of pink.

“Not the time or the place lover boy” Nancy cuts in.

“It’s crawl time” Jonathan finishes the statement. “So both of you, behave”

Maybe next time, you’d finally get it right.

FOUR ― THE PARTY

Steve buys tickets for the first movie on the list, not interested in watching anything in particular. You are waiting on the sidewalk, hands in the back pockets of your jeans, swaying from heel to toe.

Steve grins.

You are so goddamn pretty.

“Two tickets for the lovely lady” Steve muttered softly, coming up behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist, while the other hand waved two tickets in your face.

You giggle softly, taking your hands out of your pockets, wrapping one hand around his wrist with the tickets on hand, while the other rests against the large hand pressed against your stomach.

“What’re we watching?” You asked.

“No idea” Steve shrugs, though you can’t see it, you feel the motion against your back. “It’s a dark theater, away from everyone we know, I couldn’t care less what the movie actually is”

You laugh, turning your head, looking at Steve over your shoulder.

“Let’s go inside, before you jinx it”

“Why would I be the jinx here?” Steve asked, bewildered. “They come looking for you, not me”

You take Steve’s hand from your waist, winding his fingers around your own. You let his other hand go, turning on your heels, facing him. Using your now free hand, you press softly against his chest, nudging him to the movie theater.

“Can’t help it if I’m your better half” You sigh, like it was a tough job.

Steve scoffs, but there is a smile on his face, using your conjoined hands to swing his arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Don’t I know it”

You and Steve enter your designated theater, the room was fairly empty, only a few people milling around the small room.

You and Steve take a seat in the very last row, right in the middle of the row. You nestle down in your seat, Steve’s arm still around your shoulders, as he sits in the seat beside you.

“It’s a rerun of some movie” Steve whispers in your ear. “They’ve been showing it for two weeks now, there’s no chance they’re gonna be here”

“What movie is it?” You ask, tilting your head.

“Who cares, are you actually gonna watch it?” Steve asks, tilting his head, mirroring your actions, making you smile. “While all this is sitting beside you”

Steve makes a sweeping motion with his hand, trailing from head to toe, as if him just sitting next to you, was temptation enough.

And right now, it was.

It was driving you crazy, just being this close to Steve.

Just having his arm around your shoulder was sending you into overdrive, the soft smell of his aftershave clinging to his sweater, feeling his warmth pressed to your side.

The interruptions to your alone time were seriously messing with your nervous system.

You and Steve have never gone this long without…well doing anything really, you didn’t have room to breathe around each other, before someone was knocking on your door, or walking into something they really shouldn’t have seen.

And, it seemed, it was affecting Steve just as much.

He was leaning into your personal space, more than usual, like he had to have a hand on you at all times, it was the most action he had seen in weeks.

“What movie?” You asked, playing dumb, leaning further into Steve.

And he grins like the cat who caught the mouse.

Steve unlaces your fingers, using the hand around your shoulders to press against the back of your head, tangling in the strands of hair, holding your head gently as he presses his lips against yours.

His lips are persistent, hungry, looking for the one thing he’s wanted.

You aren’t much better.

You meet his lips with just as much enthusiasm, pressing one hand against Steve’s thigh, using it as leverage to push your body closer to his, though the arm rest was digging into your stomach, you paid it no mind.

Steve groaned softly at the feel of your hand against his thigh.

“God” He mumbled against your lips, kissing between his slightly slurred words. “I feel like a horny teenager again”

Steve muffles your laugh with his lips, not giving you the space to part from him.

You and Steve kiss like this might be the very last kiss you’ll have.

You feel Steve’s teeth bite down on your lip, it’s harsh, and you wince a little, but the shiver that runs down your spine is a good distraction.

“Steve” You whimper softly.

Steve’s fingers, which are wrapped up in the strands of your hair, tighten, liking the sound of his name on your tongue.

He wanted to hear that and only that from your lips from now on, until the day he dies.

You guys really needed to fuck before you both combust.

Making out in a movie theater was not a new concept for you and Steve, you’d done it before, recreationally. It was always a little bit of daunting fun, doing something crass in public.

But now…

It was the last place you and Steve had thought of, because everywhere else had been invaded.

And you guys loved your friends, you really did, but right now, you hated them very much.

You just wanted to jump Steve’s bones.

Steve’s other hand had wound itself around your waist, his forearm digging into the arm rest, but that was the least of his concerns.

He was currently trying to find a way to super glue your body to his, in the most nonchalant way.

You use your other hand to grip Steve’s sweater, the fabric smooth and warm beneath your clenched fist, you want to yank him right out of his chair and on top of you.

And you might have just done that.

If you hadn’t heard a crowd of familiar voices.

“What the hell Harrington!”

Steve’s groan is immediate, annoyed right to his core.

He, very reluctantly, pulls away from your kiss. He looks over his shoulder, to see a very annoyed Dustin.

He had a rather large popcorn clutched in his arms, looking at Steve like he had betrayed him.

Behind Dustin stood Max and Lucas, who were enjoying the agony on Steve’s face way more than they should be. And next to them, Mike is smirking from ear to ear, El clutching his hand with a gentle smile. Will is standing beside Dustin, looking like he wished he was anywhere but here.

“Fucking Henderson” Steve muttered, hanging his head, pressing his face into your neck, as if that would get the teenagers to disappear.

You patted the back of his head, as Steve grumbled into the softness of your sweater.

“I tried calling you like a million times” Dustin continues on, not missing a beat. “You could have at least told us you were gonna be here tonight, we needed a ride”

“I didn’t tell you idiots on purpose” Steve muttered against your neck, his breath fanning across your skin, goosebumps rising in its wake.

“Mike’s mom had to take us” Dustin grumbled, making his way down the row, intent on berating Steve up close and personal. “Could have saved us the trouble”

You run your fingers through Steve’s hair, tugging softly at the strands of brown hair, making Steve’s breath hitch, the hand he had resting on your waist, tightens its grip.

“Dude” Max scoffs, she lingers somewhere behind Dustin, further down the row. “I don’t think they wanted your company”

“Shut up” Dustin mutters, throwing himself down in the seat beside Steve, spilling popcorn in his lap in the process.

“What are you guys even doing here?” Dustin asks. “You guys know this is a Star Wars rerun right”

“Oh my god” You whisper, feeling Steve tense, you stopped tugging at Steve’s hair.

“Yeah” Lucas's smug voice joins the ranks, leaning over in his seat. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Shut it, Sinclair” You mutter, tossing a mean look over at the boy, who sat back in his seat, snickering with Max beside him.

“I didn’t know you were a Star Wars fan Harrington” Mike chimes in, and you’ve never wanted to smack a bunch of kids before, but they were making it really difficult right now.

Steve pulls his head away from you, snapping in the direction of the six teenagers filling up the row, he scowls at each and every one of them.

“I’m gonna kick your ass Wheeler” Steve points a finger at Mike, who grins even wider, nudging El with his elbow, and she smiles at the way the vein on Steve’s forehead becomes more pronounced.

And Will, god bless his sweet soul, send you a very sorry look, his cheeks were a bright red.

You smiled gently at him.

At least one of the six of them was decent.

The light starts to dim around you, and the kids are nice enough (for now) to leave you and Steve alone.

“I can’t believe this is the movie you picked” You hissed the words between you and Steve, not willing to speak any louder, less one of the little gremlins heard you.

“I wasn’t paying attention” Steve whined, looking back at you with those soft brown eyes, the very ones you had trouble saying no to.

“The name Star Wars didn’t tip you off?” You questioned, tugging at his hair, a little harsher than you meant to.

Steve winced, cheeks flushing, flustered over being found and humiliated by the very people you had been avoiding.

“I’m sorry”

He looked kind of pitiful, and you really couldn’t stay mad at Steve. It did help that you were already annoyed that you guys had been found, once again, you and Steve were sharing this ruin.

You sigh, leaning over to smack a kiss on Steve’s cheek, loudly and over the top. Dustin looks over at the pair of you, mouth full of popcorn, and disgust clearly written on his face.

“Don’t worry about it” You shook it off, settling back in your seat, Steve followed you down, resting his head against your shoulder. “We’ll get it right eventually”

Steve sighed.

FIVE ― ALONE AT LAST

You and Steve were determined.

Robin was out with Vickie. Nancy and Jonathan were at the Wheeler house looking after Holly. Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max were at the arcade.

You were finally, finally, alone.

And you were taking advantage of it.

You pulled your top off, throwing it somewhere around Steve’s bed, reaching back to unclasp your bra, sliding it down your arms, throwing it down with your shirt.

Steve follows suit, tugging off his thick brown sweater, kicking off his sneakers and un-buttoning his jeans, his checkered boxers peeking out of the waistband.

“Come here sweetheart” Steve motions you over.

You go willingly, slipping your hands around his waist, his skin flushed and hot. One hand lands at the back of your head, fingers buried between strands of your hair, the other hand is cupping your cheek, thumb caressing slow sweeps over your cheekbone.

“You gonna kiss me or what Harrington” You teased, all breathy and like, leaning into his hand.

Steve smirks.

He plants his lips on yours.

You breathe a sigh of relief, like he’s your lifeline on a sinking ship.

The kiss isn’t inherently desperate, but there’s an underlying feeling of need, wanting each other, needing to feel his skin on your skin, without barriers or interruptions.

Steve stumbles you both to the edge of his bed, lowering you both onto the plush mattress, feeling his cool covers gliding across your back.

You sigh against his lips.

Steve lets go of your hair, maneuvering his hand down to the waistband of your jeans, undoing the button with ease, sliding the zipper down, until his fingers are brushing over the smooth cotton of your underwear.

He doesn’t waste any time, slipping his fingers inside, rubbing circles directly on your clit. You were wet, turned on and ready.

Your back arches, inviting his fingers to slip in a little further. Steve takes the initiative, sliding his fingers down until they prodded at your entrance. You clench around nothing but the thought of Steve’s fingers, buried deep inside your pussy.

“Yes” You whisper, nodding your head, biting your lip.

Steve slips a single finger inside your pussy, feeling your wall clenching around the appendage.

“Like this?” Steve murmurs the words in your ear.

His finger slides out, you keen loudly, pleading for him. Steve grins, slipping his finger back in, repeating the motion, before slowly easing a second finger inside your wet heat.

“Just like that” It’s a breath sigh, words barely finding their way out of your lips.

Steve’s fingers work wondering, and to make a pleasurable situation better, his thumb reaches up to rub circles on your clit.

“Want to fuck you sweetheart” Steve’s voice reaches your ears, it’s low and grumbled, his hips rutting against your thigh, you can feel his hardened cock beneath his jeans. “You gonna let me fuck you?”

“Yes, yes” You nod so quickly, Steve wonders how you haven’t given yourself whiplash.

Steve pulls his fingers from your pussy, wiping them on the back of his jeans, before he reaches down to tug your jeans from your legs, leaving you in a pair of red cotton underwear, with a pretty white bow.

“So pretty” Steve sweeps his hair away from his eyes, brushing his knuckle over the damp spot on your underwear.

Your hips arched, pussy aching for his touch.

“Take your jeans off Stevie” You say, reaching a hand out to brush his jean clad thigh.

Steve shuddered, coming to stand at the end of the bed, shucking his jeans off his legs, kicking them away, standing only in his boxers.

“Those too” You pointed to his boxers.

Steve smirks, pulling his underwear down his legs, slowly, watching you watch him, enjoying your eyes on him.

Steve’s boxers fall around his ankles, his cock standing proud, tip a ruddy red colour, weeping slightly, standing tall against his stomach. His large hand comes around the base of his cock, jerking his hand up and down the length, slowly, torturing you.

“Please” You whimper.

Steve crawls his way up the bed, up your body, his cock brushes the length of your leg, until it settles right between your legs, the tip of his cock barely touching your center.

“You want my cock, don’t you sweetheart” Steve pressed his lips to your neck, lathering you in slow, open mouthed kisses.

“So much” You say.

Steve reaches between the two of you, grasping his cock once more, sliding this tip up and down your pussy, tip catching on your clit with every brush.

You moan loudly, hands grasping Steve’s broad shoulders. Steve shuddered at the feeling of your essence coating his cock, slipping through your folds with ease.

Steve lips his cock down, until the tip was nudging at your entrance. He pushed, gently, slowly and watched as the tip, just the tips, slipped easily into your wet heat.

“Fucking finally” He breathed out, feeling like he was finally where he should be.

“Oh” You gasp, as Steve pushes his cock further into your pussy, the stretch mouthwatering.

You’re warm and wet, practically gushing around Steve’s throbbing cock, clenching around him.

“So wet sweetheart. So tight” Steve groans, head bent, watching every inch of his cock slip inside your weeping pussy.

You know Steve’s cock is big, you’ve known it for as long as you guys have been together, but it feels bigger now, longer somehow. You peer down, seeing about half of Steve’s cock buried inside you, and you already feel full to the brim.

“Shit, Steve”

Your nails grind down into Steve’s smooth skin, crescent indents in their wake, but it only urges Steve on, the sharp pain eliciting a loud groan, pressing his head against your sternum.

His hips buck suddenly, pressing his length further inside your wet heat.

You shudder.

Steve moves his hips, until your pussy is flush against his pelvis, cock buried deep inside, throbbing against your clenching walls.

“So fucking deep” You breath, biting your lip, head thrown back, eyes fluttering closed.

“Pretty pussy sucking me in so good sweetheart” Steve hums, lips pushing hot air against your skin, his sweaty forehead sticking to your chest. “Wanna be buried in you, fucking forever”

Steve pulls his hips back, before snapping forward in one sharp thrust.

The sound of skin on skin, wet slapping sounds, your breathy whimpers and Steve's sharp groans reach every inch of the room, echoing in your ears, bouncing around your brain.

Steve places both his hands on your hips, sitting up on his knees, keeping his cock buried deep in your pussy. He spreads his knees, situating himself, giving him the perfect view of his cock inside sliding in and out of your wet heat.

His hips pick up their pace, pistoning back and forth, cock slipping in and out of your pussy, your wet heat fluttering at the new pace, gut clenching, mind shattering.

“Yes, Steve!” Your back arches further, barely touching the bed at this point, head burning into the soft cushions.

“That’s it sweetheart” Steve mumbles, words low and raspy. “Take it, take all of it”

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

The wet sounds have you clenching around Steve, who groans, throaty and deep.

His fingers are digging into the fat of your hips, leaving little indents, marking your skin for days to come, little finger shaped bruises.

Your hands are clenching, one grasping the soft sheets, while the other clenched around your tit, tugging at your pert nipple, twisting and pulling, pleasure shooting through you from head to toe.

“Want you to come” Steve huffs, sweat pearly on his skin, slipping down his focused face. “Want you to come on my cock sweetheart, you gonna give it to me?”

“Uh-huh” You agreed, nodded your head quickly, words seemed foreign on your lolling tongue.

Steve’s hip snapped up, his hands gripping your hips, raising you up until your hips were hovering off the bed and resting on the edge of Steve’s knees, snapping back and forth.

You were dripping, his cock shiny with your essence.

Your fingers tightened around the sheet.

Your eyes flutter open, looking up at Steve, lids droopy, lips parted, sharp breaths of air.

Steve looks in his element.

Brows furrowed, skin shimmering with sweat, biting down on his lips so harshly, you might have been worried about him bleeding. But you couldn’t quite think past the feeling of Steve’s cock throbbing inside your pussy.

“Stevie”

Your guts coil, your thighs start to shake, brain turning to absolute mush.

Steve keeps his pace steady, watching as the pleasure eats at your body, taking over every thought, every movement, every shudder and shake.

“I’m--I, shit, Steve--”

You clench around Steve, together than before, wall fluttering, juices squelching.

“That’s it sweetheart” Steve groans.

You feel like a wave of white washes over your vision, ringing bells in your ears, you feel like your stomach is on fire, your toes tingle and twitch, your thighs shake, heels digging into the mattress.

This orgasam is unlike any other you’ve had.

Your voice is loud, moaning out Steve’s name as you come. You can feel your pussy gushing around Steve’s cock, slick, wet, sloppy.

Steve groans.

It’s the first thing you hear, as your mind tries its best to ground you.

“So fucking pretty” Steve nods, letting your hips fall back onto the bed, pressing his body over yours, forehead resting against your temple, lips brushing your heated cheek.

You bite your lips, body jittery, riding out the pleasure.

“Gonna come inside you” Steve mumbles, you can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears, but you nod your head, lips pouted, whimpering softly. “Right inside this pretty pussy, my pretty pussy huh sweetheart”

Steve’s hips are losing momentum, his sharp thrusts have lost their stamina, his rhythm is off, titering on the edge.

Your hands press into Steve’s hair, holding him to your body.

Steve’s hips slow, until they come to a shuddering stop, burying his length deep in your pussy, legs quivering as he comes. His eyes are screwed shut, nose nudging your cheek, breaths coming out staggered, shaky and hot.

“Fuck” Steve whispered, the word hot on your skin.

Steve’s body is heavy against yours, his skin pressing against yours, there isn’t a part of you that isn’t touching him, you can feel his heart beat against your chest.

“We finally did it” You murmur softly, still trying to catch your breath.

Steve chuckles, sounding just as breathless.

“Took us a minute” Steve mused softly, voice shaky. “But we got there, and it was fucking worth it”

You sigh happily.

“But let’s not wait so long next time”

Steve agrees, burning his face in your neck. You kiss the crown of his head.

It took a while for you and Steve to find each other, alone, but it was certainly worth the wait.

That's how your past five days should've been spent, except your boyfriend had been called in for an unexpected case. He'd been gone on cases before, but either you weren't living with him, or he'd only been gone a couple days; never has long as he'd been away now.

You tried to occupy your thoughts when you were home. Opting to read one of the many books in his apartment, but nothing seemed interesting. Your friends invited you out, but when you got there it was hard for you to have fun without thinking about him. The weekend wasn't any better as you just stayed home all day.

It was like you were a zombie in your body. You'd spent so much time around him and had started to build your life around him to the point nothing felt right without him.

Of course you could call him, and he called you, but it was very rare. The case he was on was consuming all his time. Which left you to lay on the couch waiting for him to call. You would've called him, but you didn't want to bother him while he was working.

Luckily, tonight your phone rang as his contact popped up.

"Hey," you answered, sitting straight up on the couch.

"Hey," he said back.

You hadn't realized how much you missed the sound of his voice till it was back in your ears.

"How's your case?" you asked, settling back onto the couch.

"It's definitely something," he answered, sounding exhausted.

"Are you any closer to catching the guy?"

He paused for a moment, sighing over the phone, "Truthfully, I don't know."

"I don't think I've ever heard you say 'I don't know,'" you teased, trying to stay positive.

It was really getting to you how long it had been since he last saw you.

He let out a much needed chuckle, "I guess even I don't know everything."

"I doubt that," you said, "how were croissants invented?"

"Do you really think I know how croissants were invented?" he questioned as he laughed.

"I know you do," you told him, knowing no matter what you asked he knew the answer.

"Their origin traces back to 13th century Austria where they were known as kipferl, a crescent shaped bread roll," he answered, "but just because I know that doesn't mean I know everything."

"I think it does actually," you argued.

"Fine, ask me something else."

You thought for a moment racking your brain for any weird questions you'd wanted to ask him, or the history of something random.

"How far apart are we right now?"

"2,642 miles," he answered immediately, barely letting you finish your sentence.

You smiled at his answer. Only he would know the exact amount of miles between you at any given time. You wouldn't put it past him to know the exact time it would take him to get home to you once he was on the jet.

There was a moment of silence before he broke it.

"I miss you," he uttered, his voice more gentle now.

"I miss you too," you told him.

"I promise I'll be home the moment I'm done with this case," he promised you.

"What are you going to do, invent teleportation to get here faster?" you teased.

"That's not a bad idea," he joked as you could practically hear him smile.

You giggled at his answer, "That genius brain of yours can do lots of things, but I don't think it can invent teleportation."

"Are you doubting me?" he said, sounding offended.

"It's not doubt, it's the truth," you retorted.

"Didn't you just say I know everything?" he questioned, pointing out your contradiction.

You paused for a moment, trying to find your words.

"I plead the fifth," you finally said.

You could hear him laugh over the phone, making your heart skip a beat. You missed the sound of his laughter filling the apartment. You missed him just being there.

His laughter stopped suddenly as you could hear someone talking to me. He let out an audible sigh before speaking again.

"I have to go," he told you, sounding disappointed he had to hang up the phone.

"Alright," you said, wishing you had more time to talk to him, "will you call me before you get on the plane?"

You asked, since that was probably going to be the next time you could talk to him.

"I will, I promise," he swore, before adding, "I love you."

"I love you too," you said before hanging up the phone.

Suddenly, everything felt too silent. No longer was his voice in your ear, now it was replaced by a dull ringing. The air felt still as you just sat on the couch. You didn't know what to do. You felt like a hollowed out version of yourself. It was as if every bit of who you were was scooped out and replaced with maggots.

Eventually, you decided to just go to bed. The sun hadn't even started to go down, but there was nothing for you to do. There was nothing else you wanted to do.

The empty bed was cold as you laid on your side. You tried just laying down and closing your eyes till you realized that wasn't working. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to decide what to do. You decided to get out of bed and walk over to your shared dresser.

You opened up your boyfriend's drawer, grabbing out one of his sweaters. It was his favorite and smelt entirely just like him. He'd secretly been leaving it at home for moments like this. When you missed him he wanted you to have something to keep you comfort.

You slid the sweater onto your body, wrapping yourself in its warmth. You laid back down onto the bed, this time on his side, breathing in his scent that was still left on his pillow. You wrapped yourself in the blanket, once again closing your eyes. This time sleep came easier than before and you were out like a light.

You didn't know how much time had passed, but sometime in the middle of the night you were awoken. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the dark.

"Hey, I didn't mean to wake you," an all too familiar voice said.

Immediately you recognized it, waking up more at just the sound of him.

"Spence," you said, sleepily, "I thought you weren't getting back till later."

You were sat up in the bed now, while he looked down at you. He'd changed into his pajamas, no doubt trying to get into bed without waking you, but was unsuccessful.

"I didn't think so either," he told you, his voice low and soft, "but right after we got off the phone we caught the guy and were able to come home."

While he explained his mysterious appearance you moved over in the bed, allowing him room to lay down. He swiftly got comfortable on his side of the bed, making the mattress dip from the weight you'd missed.

"You were supposed to call me," you said, pouting.

"I know," he said, looking at you, "but I thought it'd be better to surprise you."

You looked back at him. It didn't feel real that he was back. You thought if you blinked he might disappear, or you'd wake up and it would all be a dream.

"I mean, it's not a bad surprise I guess," you teased, wanting nothing more than to reach over and rest your head on his chest.

"You guess?" he said, copying your pout, "what can I do to make you forgive me?"

You pretended to think for a moment, even though you knew exactly what you wanted.

"I can forgive you, under one condition," you told him, already inching closer.

"What's your condition?"

Instead of answering with words, you instead leaned over, pressing your lips against his. He quickly kissed you back softly. His hands moved up to your waist, supporting your weight as you leaned over top of him. Your hands cupped the sides of his face as you lowered yourself onto his chest. You kept your lips connected, moving in soft motions till you pulled apart.

"I like your condition," he said with a smile, keeping his hands on your waist.

He leaned forward this time, planting an even softer kiss on your lips. You'd missed this, the gentle kisses in the middle of the night. Him holding you like his life depended on it. You stayed kissing till it felt like no time had passed at all.

Once you pulled apart, you laid your head down on him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. His arms immediately wrapped around your middle, pressing you against him.

Your eyes started to feel heavy again as you laid there with him.

"I love you," he whispered to you right as you were about to fall asleep, making you question if he really said it or not.

Either way you still mumbled a soft, "I love you too," back as he kissed the top of your head, and you fell into a soft dreamless slumber.

BONUS CONTENT:

"Someone's anxious to get home," Morgan teased.

They were all done with the case and excited to get home, especially Spencer. He hadn't been able to sit still the entire time they'd been on the jet. He'd gone between reading his book, to looking out the window, to staring off into space. All with the same dorky smile on his face. He also hadn't stopped bouncing his leg and fidgeting with his hands the entire time.

"What?" Spencer asked, not fully paying attention to the conversation.

The team chuckled at his reaction.

"Nothing, you just haven't been able to sit still this entire time," Morgan told him, leaning back in his seat.

"Sorry," Spencer apologized, making the face he usually did when embarrased.

"It's fine," JJ told him, "I bet she's missed you too."

"What?" Spencer repeated, this time his ears turning red.

"You've been miserable this entire case cause you haven't been able to see her," Emily pointed out.

Spencer knew it was true, but hadn't expected the team to notice.

"I haven't," he argued, knowing full well he was lying, "and it's normal for someone to miss their partner, especially after being apart for so long."

"There's not much normal about you," Morgan joked, laughing at his own taunt.

"And five days is not that long," Emily added.

Spencer just frowned, "It feels like it," he grumbled, "JJ, did you ever miss Will during long cases?"

She shrugged, "I mean I still do, but I got used to it," she told him, "I know he'll be at home waiting for me."

Spencer just nodded, thinking over her words. He'd missed you and he'd hated every second of it, but part of him didn't want to get used to it. He didn't want to know what it was like to constantly miss you.

He knew the moment the jet landed he'd get home as quick as he possibly could and have you back in his arms. That thought made him smile as he looked out the window of the jet, watching it start to make its descent.

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Then he found the peaks of your nipples, you gasped as he softly pinched, until they hardened over. “Ohh,” you sighed softly, not wanting to wake him up.

His hand started moving south, down, down, he rested his palm on the inside of your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. You heard his breathing start to quicken, becoming deeper when he gripped the edges of your tiny sleeping shorts, his hand stalling.

Steve spoke low in his sleep, you almost mistook his words as a breath. “Need you.” He must’ve been dreaming something similar to this, touching you in the same exact place.

You shimmied backwards a bit, and that’s when you felt it, the hard outline of his cock poking you in the lower back. “Take me, Steve.” You whispered back, trying to communicate to whatever world he was lost in.

You pulled down your shorts and moved your panties to the side, you don’t know how he managed to pull down his boxers, his movements slow but certain. Steve buried his head into your neck, and you guided his cock to your already wet hole. Instantly, he rocked his hips in roughly, you both moaned at the feeling. “S-Shit, Steve!”

He started thrusting shallowly, mouth parted and letting out sounds of pleasure against your skin. Suddenly, when your walls clenched around him, Steve’s eyes flew open, panting heavily.

“Fuck—oh, fuck, baby.” He groaned, looking down to where your bodies were connected, your back arched, mewling for him to keep thrusting. “Did I start fucking you in my sleep?” Steve laughed in disbelief, he had thought it was all a dream, too good to be true.

“You like that, huh baby?” He sped up his pace, gripping the underside of your leg to lift back onto his hip, changing the angle. “That even in my sleep, I can’t have enough of your sweet pussy? Fuck, this is one way to start my day.” His voice was thick with sleep, hoarse and making more of your arousal coat him.

You moaned loudly, the sounds of your skin slapping bouncing off the walls. “Y-yes, Steve, feels so good. You just started touching me, and—mmm—don’t stop, g-god.” Your eyes rolled back into your skull.

“And you were such a good girl to gimme your pussy without complaining.” He rewarded you with a hand on your clit, relishing in the feeling of you moving your hips back against his. “Gonna make you cum all over my cock.” Steve promised, you whimpered as your whole body shook, vision whitening.

“Take it—fuuuuuck!” Steve stilled inside of you, shooting ropes of his cum deep into your pussy.

You step out from the garage just as he turns to leave. There’s a cigarette in between your teeth, and when you look at Eddie, you look positively caught, like his 14 year old self caught stealing from Wayne's pack. You’re the prettiest thing Eddie’s ever seen, in a pair of fireman's trousers and a stained HFD t-shirt. Like an idiot, Eddie prioritises making your gorgeous face laugh over helping his possibly life-changing injury. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t tell.” he smiles.

Your face instantly relaxes, your shoulders collapsing as you pull it out of your mouth. “Shit, sorry. It’s a reflex thing.” Your voice drops to a whisper, and Eddie finds himself leaning in, “My coworkers have been trying to catch me out here for ages. I tell them the smoke smell’s coming from the clothes.”

Eddie laughs- big and lively- and you beam. “Pretty ironic for a firefighter, don’t you think?” he quips, “I would have thought you get enough smoke in your lungs as is.” 

“You would assume so.” you laugh. Eddie forgets about the ring strangling his finger and moves to run his hand through his hair. Big mistake.

“Fuck,” he curses, bringing his hand back down to his side. The pain’s worse now. Eddie regrets the time he took buying a four-pack to drink when he got back home.

You step towards Eddie. The butterflies he feels in his stomach almost negates the pain in his hand. “Let me look at that.” 

Eddie offers you his hand and you gasp at the blue-ish bruise forming around his knuckle. “Shit,” your wide eyes look up at him, “have you tried floss? Oil?” He can feel your breath fan across his face as he shakes his head.

 “How long has it been like this?” 

“An hour? Maybe longer?” he shakes his head, “I don’t know. I got off work and forgot to take them off. Woke up and it felt like someone was trying to draw and quarter me.”

You laugh. “Yeah?” He’s handsome and funny. It’s a shame you might have to cut his finger off before you can tell him.

“Before you rid me of one of my phalanges, I’m Eddie.” he introduces.

You give him your name and drop his hand gently. “Come on, Eddie,”  you jerk your head towards the garage, “let’s get your medieval torture device off of you.”

Eddie has his hand splayed out over a bench inside the department, watching you assemble a dremel. It’s scary- the idea that you could hurt his finger more than do it good- but he trusts you wholeheartedly, and you’ve known each other for less than 10 minutes. He’s honestly more upset that he’s losing his favourite ring.

You sit down next to him, dremel and a popsicle stick in hand.

“Okay,” you start, “this popsicle stick is to slide in between your ring and your finger so that it doesn't heat up too much and burn you. We’re gonna have to cut it off little by little so that you don't get a second-degree burn, okay?”

Eddie nods firmly.

“Great.” Your professional facade slips a little as anxiety takes the stage. “You sure you don’t want to go to the emergency room? I’m a trained professional, but I’ve never done something like this before.” you ask quietly. Despite your very strong build, you're nervously curled into yourself, looking incredibly small under his gaze.

He shakes his head. “Nah, the ER would probably cost me money I don’t have,” Eddie pauses to give you a sly smile, “and I don’t think the nurses and doctors down at the hospital would be anywhere near as pretty as you.”

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “Okay.”

Eddie slides the popsicle stick under the silver ring as the dremel whirs to life. “Hey,” Eddie puts his uninjured hand on your arm, “it’s alright, I trust you.” His words of enthusiasm feel like you could run a marathon if he said that you could, so you move the power tool and make the first cut.

Eddie hisses at the heat and you almost stop before he gives you a firm look to keep going. You make small incisions in the ring little by little, pausing every time he looks like he might be in pain. Once the gap in the ring is big enough, you turn off the dremel and breathe out a sign of relief.

“You’re okay? Didn’t hurt too bad?”

“Nah, I’m tough.” Eddie assures you, flexing his arms to show off as you laugh.

You slide the popsicle stick out carefully, and move to wedge a thick screwdriver in the gap. A strand of hair falls out from your ponytail as you’re bent over his hand, and Eddie moves to push it back behind your ear. His fingertips brush your cheek and you feel hotter than a house fire.

You clear your throat and wiggle the screwdriver so the gap widens before gently sliding the ring off. It clatters onto the bench and Eddie lets out a whoop. 

“Oh thank god!” he exclaims, “I thought I'd never be able to flip off an asshole on the highway ever again!” He pulls you into a hug. “Thank you so much, Y/N. Jeez, I owe you my life.”

The flush on your face returns to his words of praise. “No problem, Eddie. It’s my job- we’re always here to help.” you pat his back.

Eddie releases you and smiles big and wide, like you’d just told him he was cured of cancer rather than a stuck ring. “So what do I owe you? My life? My soul? Give me your price, honey, I swear I'll be eternally grateful.”

You say it without thinking. “A cup of coffee when I'm off work?”

It’s mortifying. You just helped a man and told him to repay you with a date? And you’re at work?  You’re worried that Eddie will think you’re a creep but his big hand comes to kindly rub your shoulder. His handsome face meets your embarrassed one.

Eddie Munson stands before you, looking almost as upset as you are, and as handsome as ever. You run into each other every now and then at your local record store, sharing comments about whatever new heavy metal record had dropped, but you’d never had the privilege of long conversations like your other friends had. Your friendship is more of an alliance: freaks banding together.

The flickering outdoor lights paint his face in a warm glow and his dark curls frame his face beautifully. You’d always thought he was gorgeous, even gone as far to admit it to Steve (much to his disgust), but now he looks like an angel.

His honey brown eyes meet your red ones rubbed raw, and he frowns at your distraught features. “Hi, sweetheart.” he whispers. The kindness in his voice wraps around you like a warm blanket and it makes you want to start crying again.

His big combat boots nudge your smaller studded ones in a friendly gesture. “You’re not doing so well, are you?”

You shake your head wordlessly. He’s never seen you so quiet.

He tsks sympathetically. “No? You wanna tell me what’s going on?” 

It’s overwhelming, your current situation and Eddie talking to you like you’re the only girl in the world. Your pretty smoky eye you worked so hard on is staining the bare fronts of your thighs and you can feel your eyes start to water again. God, you must look like a mess.

Eddie’s talking to you like you’re the only girl in the world, and coupled with your situation, it’s overwhelming. Your pretty smoky eye you worked so hard on is staining the front of your thighs and you can feel yourself start to cry again. God, you must look like a mess.

Tears pool in your eyes again. You’re white knuckling the worn down bench. Eddie notices.

“Oh, honey.” he murmurs.

You throw your hands around his waist, fisting the back of his worn-down leather jacket as your tears run hot and thick again. Your forehead is buried in his soft Black Sabbath t-shirt and you can smell lingering cigarette smoke and a cinnamon bodywash. Eddie's big hands come down to rub your shaking shoulders kindly, his thumbs pushing soft circles into your collarbone to soothe you. His rings make a soft clinking sound as they move around each other.

You pull away from the hug while his hands remain massaging the tense muscle. There’s blotchy black stains from your makeup wetting the front of his white tee. “I’m sorry,” you sniffle, “I got my makeup on your shirt.”

“That’s okay,” he laughs, “Nothing the old laundromat can’t fix.”

It’s your turn to laugh now and you make the loud contagious sound he’s used to. He feels a strong desire to make you do it again.

“There she is,” he smiles, “there’s that smiley girl. What’s gotten you so down?’

You shift over on the small bench so he can sit next to you and kick your boots against the concrete. The handsome boy waits for you patiently.

“It’s so stupid,” you start, “I drove up here for the gig and I was about to leave but I had to use the bathroom. Ended up locking my stupid keys in the car.” It’s a dumb mistake Eddie’s made countless times before and he feels a pang of empathy. It’s probably more frustrating when it happens 80 miles away from home

 “I can’t break the window open ‘cos I don’t have the money to fix it,” you continue, “and even if I did I’d be scared driving home with only 3 windows at night.” You look like you might cry again, so Eddie throws his arm around your shoulder in a comforting half-hug. 

“What about Harrington?” he asks, looking down at you through his long lashes.

“He hurt his foot building Robin's bedframe, remember? Can’t drive until next Wednesday.”

He snorts. “Idiot. I forgot about that.”

“And now I don’t-” you breathe in shakily, “I don’t have a place to stay or a ride home. I was thinking I'd just walk to a motel and stay there for a night.”

Eddie shudders at the thought of you walking alone in the scarier part of town to get to some equally terrifying motel. You both know that it’d be a miracle getting there without getting mugged. He thinks back to the dive bar where he saw a guy getting kicked out for trying to grope some poor girl in the crowded mosh pit and makes his mind up then and there.

“You’re serious? No way fuckin’ way, Y/N, not under my watch.” he scoffs, as if to say are you out of your mind?, “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.” Eddie pauses, “Stay the night if you want, I just don’t want you out here on your own.”

You balk. “Seriously?”

“You think I’d leave a pretty girl like you stuck in the middle of nowhere?” he frowns, his hands pressed to his heart, “Honey, I’d never be able to call myself a gentleman ever again.” 

You chew on your bottom lip nervously. “You sure? I don’t wanna be a burden or anything.”

“Don’t sweat it, sweetheart, I could use the company anyways. Hey, you can hold the map for me and be my navigator. ” Eddie smiles wide and you trust him wholeheartedly. He waits patiently for your answer.

“Okay.” you jump up, “Thank you, Eddie.” 

You smile at him and pull him into a hug for the second time that night. He thinks strongly about how he wants to write a song about you.

“Alright,” he twirls his car keys around a ringed finger, “Let’s go, navigator. You want drive-thru?

-

You rub the cotton of one of Robin’s sleep sets between your fingers. Thankfully, your home is not the only place where she’s prone to leaving things behind after sleepovers, though you wouldn’t mind wearing one of Eddie’s old band tees. 

The handsome boy raps his knuckles on the bedroom wall with a grin. It’s strange to see his pretty hands void of rings or bracelets. “Hey, don’t fall asleep just yet, sleepyhead. Harrington’s on the phone.”

Of course Steve’s calling. Probably just wants to tease you about sharing a bed with Eddie until you threaten to break his other foot. 

“Thanks, Eddie.” You rise to shuffle past where he’s standing in the cramped doorway of the trailer park home. He moves past you with a hand on your waist. It’s maddening as he basically whispers in your ear, “No problem.”

The phone is resting on a stack of Black Sabbath CD’s. Typical, you think. You can hear Everything She Wants by Wham! from Steve’s end as you press the receiver to your ear. Also typical.

“Hi, Harrington.” you greet, leaning on the worn down couch. You look around to admire the living room. A collection of novelty mugs hang above your head, with the nearest one reading “NUMBER 1 NEPHEW!”

There’s the sound of clattering, then a curse as you hear Steve scramble for the phone. 

“Hey- hey, Y/N!” he greets back through the toothbrush in between his teeth, “Heard about your car, idiot. How’d you manage that?

“It was an accident, Steve. Everybody makes mistakes.” you defend.

He spits into the sink. “Yeah, well, I bet you’re super glad it ended up with you in Eddie’s trailer.” Steve makes a high pitched, girlish noise that makes you cringe. “Oooh!”

You’re suddenly keenly aware of how thin the walls in the trailer home might be. Your ability to hear Eddie sing Judas Priest in the shower earlier probably tells you enough. 

You bring your voice down to a whisper. “Oh my god, Steve, shut up!” you hiss, “And who cares if I am glad?”

“Um, me? I know you think he’s like, “pretty”- I’m doing air quotes, by the way- so if you guys, like, banged or whatever, I’d never be able to look either of you in the eyes ever again.” 

(Robins voice in the background: “Who’s banging?”)

“Jesus Christ.”

“Anyways, how’re you going to get your car back?” he asks.

You nervously twist the phone cord around your finger. Eddie kindly offered to drive you back to Indianapolis the next morning, but you knew that if you told Steve he would freak out. Unfortunately he understands your silence before you can come up with a lie.

“Holy shit, no way,” Steve guffaws, “you’re going back to Indy with him? Like a roadtrip date?”

You imagine that if Steve were here standing next to you in all his 5’11 glory, you’d probably hit him around the back of his head.

“I don’t even think it’s a date. I mean, I wish?” you cringe at yourself, “Anyways, what am I supposed to do, Steven, leave my car there?”

He hums thoughtfully. “Oh, yeah, you’re right.”

“Well,” he continues, “I gotta go- Robin’s making me watch Friday the 13th again. Have fun on your date and don’t lock your keys in the car again!”

“Don’t piss your pants, Harrington.” 

“Love ya.”

 “Sure.” you hum.

“Wha- say it back at least!”

“Bye, dingus.”

“Y/N, wait-!”

The phone clicks as you hang up and you’re left with the humming of the fridge and your own thoughts. 

Creeping back to Eddie's bedroom, you cautiously step around the dark room to find the bed, gently peeling back the sheets so you don’t wake him up. You’re not touching, but you can feel the heat of his body leech onto you and it’s close enough that you squirm. A pool of moonlight finds itself on your shared duvet and you watch it with a smile.

Eddie turns around from where he was facing the wall to stare at the side of your face. He breaks the silence first.

You’re refusing to look at him in fear of your own giddy reaction, but your lips are already forming a smile as you hear him speak. “So,” he begins, “excited for that date tomorrow?”

Eddie watches as you look over at him and thinks about all the jokes he’d crack in the future to get you to look at him like that again. 

JJ Maybank

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Seven Minutes of You

Above Water

The bar was lit up by multi colored flashes. It almost felt like the walls were banging from the loud bass coming from the live band. The floor was full of people dancing, drinking and laughing. There was a smell in the air – cheap vodka, twelve different kinds of perfume and shitty bar food. It was overstimulation thrown into one building.

But it was so much fucking fun.

You, Robin and Nancy were dancing – well, attempting to – in the middle of the dance floor. Eddie and his buddies were to thank for the volume of the music as they played their cover of Enter Sandman.

The three of you were three drinks and two shots into the night and it was obvious Robin was already drunk, Nancy was teetering the line, and you were in a state of blissful tipsy.

It was a three day weekend and for the first time in months, the whole groups schedule managed to align perfectly. While you and the girls danced, Steve and Jonathan were ordering more drinks at the bar.

Steve Steve Steve Steve Steve

As soon as your brain reminded itself of your boyfriend, your eyes began to scan the crowd. You were a clingy girl on a regular day, but adding alcohol into the mix? You were about five seconds from sewing your skin to his.

Nancy and Robin continued to dance together as you stood on the tips of your toes to look for him. He was basically a damn tree, it shouldn’t be hard to find him!

Finally, your eyes graze over the far right side of the bar and you see his beautiful floppy hair. His back is to you on the dance floor, and he stands shoulder to shoulder with Jonathan as they wait for the drinks.

A dopey smile breaks onto your face at the sight of him, your feet are tingling to run to him. Quickly, you turn to the girls and grab their arms.

“C’mon! Steve’s at the bar!“ You urge them and make it a point to ignore the way they playfully roll their eyes. You don’t wait before you’re making your way to him, practically skipping the whole way.

You kept your eyes on him as you approached him. He still hasn’t turned around but with the view of his back, you were not complaining. Steve and Eddie had grown even closer this last year and he wanted to support Eddie so much that he’d bought a brand new outfit for tonight.

He still didn’t quite capture Eddie’s metal style but he tried. He went with an all black outfit: a nicer pair of new black jeans, a plain black shirt – a fitted one. One that clung to his skin so nicely you could see every ridge of muscle he had in his abdomen – and a new leather jacket thrown over it.

Truth be told, you were about five seconds away from devouring him. But tonight was about being with friends and you wanted to spend time with them, even if your boyfriend looked like that.

You were only a few feet away from reaching him when a girl slid into the chair next where he stood. The movement was so slick, effortless – like she fit right next to him. She rested both her elbows atop of the bar, swirling the barstool so her legs were only a few inches from his waist.

She had a look in her eye and you recognized it immediately, because it was the exact one you had. Hunger, desire, want. All aimed at your boyfriend.

Easily, she raised her hand and slid it up his bicep. Steve looked at her then, expecting it to be you but when he saw it wasn’t, his eyes flickered down to her palm on his arm.

Immediately, he dropped his arm from where it leaned on the bar and turned away. He was still looking at her but he pushed himself backwards, almost until his back was fully leaning into Jonathan’s chest. It might have been funny if it wasn’t for the girl touching him.

Still, it didn’t seem to deter her. She smiled up at him, the gloss on her lips glistening under the flashing red lights. You couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying from where you stood and a few seconds later, Robin and Nancy barreled into your back.

Their confusion quickly dissipated when they realized why you had stopped. The girl had leaned even closer into Steve’s spaced, her chin resting in one of her palms. She was still smiling up at him – not a friendly smile, a sultry one. She was a beautiful girl, there was no denying it and you wondered if Steve also noticed.

Jealousy bubbled in your chest. You weren’t worried about him or his loyalty, but there was no reasoning with a drunk version of yourself seeing another girl flirt with him.

Without much thinking, you resumed your walk towards him – Nancy and Robin hot on your tail. Now, you were able to hear the conversation.

“Uh yeah, I’m not sure,” Steve’s voice rang in your ears first. “My girlfriend picked the spot,”

Good. He mentioned me. She’ll get the hint, you think.

“Girlfriend?” The girl echoed, her fingers tapping against the counter top. “Is she here?”

“Yep,” Steve replied. You could tell he was uncomfortable and he was being as dry as he could be without coming off as an asshole. From behind him, you noticed the way Jonathan also seemed to look uncomfortable.

“Hmm,” She hummed. Her eyes raked down his body before looking back up at him. The same hand he shrugged off only a few minutes earlier came back up and landed on him again, her fingers curling around his elbow. Finally, you were right next to Steve, but neither of them noticed yet. “I don’t see her anywhere,”

Before Steve could respond, your own hand raised and you easily grabbed hers and pushed it off him again. You barely glanced at her as you wrapped your own arms around his neck, pushing your chest into his own.

When Steve looked down at you in his arms, you felt his entire body relax. He didn’t spare another glance at the girl before his arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer to him.

“Hi baby,” You smiled, leaning on the tips of your toes to kiss him. He smiled into it and you could feel the girls eyes burning into the back of your head. Steve murmured a greeting back against your mouth, but before he could deepen in, you maneuvered your body to lean your back to his chest.

The girl looked at you now, almost glaring at you, but you smirked back at her.

“Thanks for keeping my seat warm. You can go now,” Your voice was syrupy sweet but it was more than clear how little kindness it carried.

Her eyes narrowed just a bit. “I was actually pretty comfortable,”

You sent her a fake sympathetic pout. “I’m sure you were – not anymore though,”

Even if there was a part of you that could have felt even remotely threatened by her, the warmth of Steve’s body behind you and one of his hands holding onto your hips and the other arm wrapped around the front of your shoulders, silenced those feelings immediately.

Her eyes glanced down and she seemed to also notice the way he was holding onto you. She scoffed before reaching over the bar, quickly plucking a pen and a napkin before scribbling over it. When she finished, she hopped off the stool and stood directly in front of you, the napkin in hand.

She looked back at Steve behind you and slid the napkin towards him. You could feel it now – the way you were glaring at her and from beside you, you saw the way Nancy and Robin also were. “Here’s my number,” She glanced back down at you. “For when you get bored tonight,”

The words landed exactly where she intended them to and if it weren’t for Steve’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, you would’ve pounced on her. He felt the way your body tensed and held you closer to his chest.

Before you could react, Steve raised the napkin. Still looking at her, he crumpled the flimsy paper into a ball and threw it over the other side of the bar. You watched the way her expression pinched, and a look you clearly recognized as embarrassment covered her features. “I’m good.” He said simply, both hands sliding down your sides to land on your hips. Easily, he spun your body around so you were facing him again.

Oh, he was so fucking hot.

Neither of you paid any attention to where the girl wandered off to. Steve was smiling down at you and that was enough for you to feel like you were going insane.

The smile on his face, his rejection of that girl, his hair, his fucking outfit. Nope, you were done restraining yourself.

You grabbed Steve’s hand and glanced over at Nancy, Robin and Jonathan. The three of them were looking at you expectantly but you didn’t give them a chance for questions.

“Be right back,” You rushed, tugging Steve along with you. You heard a small surprised sound come from him as you pulled him along.

“Wait! Where are you guys going?” Nancy asked, and Robin snicked beside her. You didn’t respond as you pulled Steve further into the crowd and towards the other side of the bar. But you were able to catch Robin’s last comment.

“Twenty bucks says they’re gonna bone in the bathroom,”

Hopefully no one takes that bet – because she’s right.

Still holding onto Steve’s hand, you approach the women’s bathroom and swing the door open. When you let go of his hand, he stands directly in front of the doorway, still not entering, and you quickly wander through the stalls to make sure it’s empty.

Once you’re sure it is, you turn back to Steve and you twist the front of his shirt in your hand and drag him into the bathroom.

“Woah baby, wh-what are you doing?” He laughs nervously, quickly catching his balance against the porcelain sink. You lock the door behind him and within seconds, your hands are tugging at his leather jacket and shoving it off his shoulders.

Breathlessly, Steve murmurs your name. First and last.

“Hey, this is the women’s bathroom, all of our friends are outside and anybody could walk in right now,”

He’s so damn cute when he tries to be so serious.

Without his help, you’ve managed to strip his jacket off his shoulders and your fingers are working at unbuckling his belt. As you pull the metal away from the buckle, you look back up at him.

“The doors locked. You’re right, our friends are outside and if anybody walks in,” You pause for a moment and pull his belt from the loops of his jeans, dropping it to the ground. “Then they can watch.”

Something in Steve’s eyes switch and within seconds, his mouth is on yours. It’s messy and desperate, and you’re moaning into his mouth immediately. His hands raise, both palms holding your cheeks as he deepens the kiss.

The sound of your lips sloppily meeting his fills the room and the sound of the band playing begins to fade away as he kisses you. Between your bodies, your hands slip beneath his black shirt and trace the skin of his stomach. You can feel the way his muscles twitch under your touch and he begins to walk forward, until your back his pressed against the wall of the stall.

Steve pulls his mouth away from yours and his lips begin a trail from your lips to your jaw and down your throat. He lands on that patch of skin where your neck and shoulder meet and bites.

You whine into the air, palms sliding up his sides and curling around his biceps. His teeth graze against your skin again, but this time his tongue swipes over it right away to soothe it and then he’s sucking that piece of skin into his mouth.

You can feel the mark already beginning to form and your stomach flips. You bring your hand back up to his face and you pull him away from your neck to kiss him again.

One hand continues to cradle his jaw and the other tangles itself in his hair. All the while, Steve brings his hands between your bodies and shoves your skirt up, all the way until it’s bunched around your waist.

Without breaking the kiss, his large hand splays across your thigh, gripping the skin and hikes your leg up until it’s resting over his hip. His other hand curls around your throat, not to squeeze but to keep you grounded to him.

Steve pushes you further back into the wall and grinds his hips forward. You moan is muffled against his mouth when you can feel the clothes outline of his cock grinding into your core. The denim of his jeans slides perfectly against the cotton of your panties, feeding you a delicious feeling of friction.

Your eyes squeeze shut at the way his hips rut into yours and you’re both whining against each others mouths. His hand slips from its place on your thigh and trails up, up, up until the tips of his fingers graze against the wet spot of your panties.

At this point, you’re not even kissing anymore. The rock of his hips and the touch of his fingers knocks all common sense out of you and you’re left breathing against his mouth. His fingers continue to tease you. He runs them up and down your clothed pussy, still not giving you any skin to skin contact.

“Steve-Steve please,” You’re mindlessly begging for more and you can feel the way he smirks against your lips.

“What is it, baby? Tell me what you need,” He murmurs, carefully tracing the hem of your panties. When his thumb pressed against your clit, you break.  

“I just – I just want you Steve, please,” You cry out, hands tugging at the ends of his hair.

To your surprise, he doesn’t tease anymore. Two fingers curl around the side of your panties, sliding them over and finally, they sink into the warm heat of your pussy.

Steve’s reflexes are quick – his hand flies to cradle the back of your head when you throw it back with a moan, making sure you don’t slam it against the wall.

Your head thuds against his palm and you’re whining into the air as his fingers thrust in and out of you. While you keep your eyes squeezed shut, Steve keeps his eyes on the way his fingers disappear in and out of you.

The air is filled with the sounds of his uneven breathing, your moaning and the sounds of your slick drenching his fingers. Your wetness leaks down his fingers, all the way down to his wrist.

“Fuck baby, you’re soaking me,” He groans, resting his forehead against yours. You whine incoherently and he feels the way you clench around his fingers at his praise.

It’s almost embarrassing how quick he can get you off but your mind finally came back to you. Steve was always the dominant one and he could so easily turn you into putty in his hands, but you came in here with one purpose – and that was reminding him who he belonged to.

With every bit of strength you had left, you opened your eyes back up and look up at him. He was still so lost in the way you were sucking his fingers in that he didn’t notice the mischievous look in you eyes.

Almost reluctantly, you wrapped one of your hands around his wrist and halted his movements. His gaze flicked up to yours, confusion and concern swirling in his expression.

“Why’d you stop me?”

Wordlessly, you drop your thigh from where it rested over his hip and the clack of your heel slamming back onto the floor echoed in the room. Keeping your eyes locked onto his, your fingers worked fast to pop the button of his jeans and the sound of you pulling his zipper down bounces off the walls.

“What was that girls name?” You asked softly, hand slipping into his jeans. Your palm gently grazed his length, but still not touching - teasing him the same way he did you.

“What?” Steve asked breathlessly. He kept his eyes trained on you and the movement of your hands.

“From the bar. What’s her name?”

“I don’t know baby,” He shook his head, groaning when you tightened your grip on him.

“No? Do you think she’s pretty?” Without waiting for a response, your hand slid beneath his boxers and finally, the skin of your palm met his.

He let out a shuddered breath but quickly shook his head again.

“No! No, f’course not. Barely – barely even looked at her,” He promised, mouth dropping open as your squeezed his length in your hand.

You hummed, leaning up to leave open mouthed kisses across his neck. He smelled so fucking good – a mix of sandalwood, your own perfume and something inherently him. It was intoxicating.

“I believe you baby,” You promised and you felt him physically relax. You smiled against his throat. It was nice to be reminded that even though he could turn you into a mindless mess, you did the same to him. Still, you tsked softly and pulled your face from his shoulder. “But she looked so damn comfortable around you. Touching you,”

You pulled your hand from his jeans and rested them against your own thighs, pulling away all contact from him. He whined softly, pushing his hips into yours but you push your palm back into his chest.

“I don’t care,” He said. “Didn’t matter to me. Only you do, baby. Please let me touch you,”

Maybe if you weren’t in public, you would have prolonged the agony but you knew there was a ticking clock before someone came knocking.

And you just really wanted him to fuck you.

Your hands found his jeans again, shoving them down just enough to free his cock. He groaned as the air hit his skin and his forehead settled against yours.

“Prove it to me baby,” You demanded, voice still soft.

Steve didn’t need to be told twice before his own hands were reaching back under your skirt, yanking your panties all the way down until they were wrapped around one ankle. Within seconds, his palms slid to the back of your thighs and lifted you effortlessly.

His cock slid between your soaked pussy and you both moaned at the first feeling of real contact of the night. Steve seemed to share the same sense of working on borrowed time and without words, he wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you up while the other gripped his cock in his hand and lined himself up.

You felt that delicious burn you craved all night the moment he began to push in. No matter how many times he fucked you, it almost always felt like the first time. His hand gripped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he pressed his lips to yours.

Steve groaned against your mouth as he bottomed out, and you whined against his when he started his brutal pace. He felt the way you squeezed around his cock and his free hand squeezed your hip hard enough to bruise.

“Were you jealous?” Steve asks suddenly. His mouth was turned up into a smirk now, his hips still thrusting harshly.

“Yeah, I was fucking jealous,” You didn’t hesitate in your response and your forwardness seemed to take him by surprise. Steve reared his head backwards just a bit, careful enough to not lose his pace and let you continue. “Because that girl thought she could have what’s mine,”

Somehow, you find the strength to drop your hips down, meeting each of Steve’s brutal thrusts. He whines aloud at the way you match his speed, his cock twitching inside you.

“Can they?”

The words fall on deaf ears as Steve keeps his gaze locked on the way your pussy stretches to suck him in. His brows are pinched, cheeks flushed and strands of his hair hang over his forehead messily. As sexy as he looks, you’re dissatisfied with his lack of response. Almost meanly, your hand grips onto his jaw, nails digging into his cheeks to regain his attention.

“Can they?” You repeat when his gaze meets yours again.

“N-No!” He says quickly.

You grin and lean down, you hover your mouth over his – not quite a kiss yet. “Good. You’re mine, Steve. Nobody else gets to have you like this.”

It’s not a question, it’s a statement and you both know it.

He nods feverishly and you can feel the way his thrusts begin to get sloppy. He’s close, and you’re right behind him. His fingers dig into the bare skin of your thighs as he pushes his cock deeper into you.

“Nobody else. Just you baby, just - just you,” He blubbers and you’re quickly whining into his mouth again. He buries his face in the crook of your shoulder, one hand sliding between you two to rub circles into your clit.

Your orgasm is fast approaching – you’re almost across the finish line when you suddenly hear the sound of a key sliding into the lock and the door swings open.

But instead of feeling embarrassed or worried, you feel so fucking smug.

Because standing in the doorway is the girl from the bar, a customer key to the restroom in her hand, and her eyes locked on the way Steve fucks you into the wall.

Heat rushes to her face and a blush to intense, her entire face is red. She looks something like embarrassed, mortified and humbled all in one.

Thankfully, Steve hasn’t noticed – or doesn’t care – her interruption and continues fucking you until you’re both teetering the edge of release.

Your arms wrap tightly around Steve’s back and you pull him close to your chest. As you look into her eyes, you give her one final smirk – one that reads: Good. Look at what you’ll never have.

Just as quickly as she entered, she stumbles backwards and slams the door shut.

You let yourself get lost in the feeling of Steve again.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna – fuck,” Steve curses, teeth sinking into the skin of your throat and spills inside you. He keeps his pace as even as possible with the movement of his thumb over your clit and only seconds later, he pulls you over the edge with him.

“SteveSteveSteveSteve,” You whine. His thumb continues moving over your swollen bud, helping you ride out your orgasm entirely.

Once you reach the point of overstimulation, you gently push his hand away from between your thighs. Steve watches the way your head lolls to the side and despite the fact that you had damn near all the power barely five minutes ago, you’ve effectively turned into jell-o.

With a smirk on his face, he raises his two wet fingers and brings them to your mouth. Instinctively, you part your lips when he taps them and he easily slides them into your mouth. You moan around his fingers, the taste of yourself filling your senses.

He groans quietly, gently thrusting them in and out of your mouth. “That prove it to you, baby?”

With your mouth full from his fingers, you give him a nod.

every day since then consisted of you walking into luke's. perched on a chair watching jess buzz around the diner.

jess presses a kiss to your temple as he breezes past your table. your eyes follow him as he strides behind the counter, filling up the coffee machine.

"jess," you start firmly.

he sighs knowingly.

"need you to fix my car," your head lols into your palm, "or i could just call someone."

he moves his head immediately to meet yours, a slight pout on his lips. "i'll get to it honey." he takes the cup from underneath the group head. the cup full of warmth emits fresh steam.

"tired of you picking me up from school." your lip juts out in a pout too, thinking about the times that jess carries on his days leaving you to sit on the school steps awaiting his return. "makes me feel like im a child abandoned by her dad."

jess' eyes practically rolls to the back of his head. he swiftly moves from behind the counter. holding a tray of the coffee accompanied with a sandwich. "you're so dramatic." he walks past, to a table, he sets the tray on the table. grabbing the items, settling them on the white varnished tops. "i left you one time because it was habit! didn't mean to leave you in the rain."

you frown, reminiscing on that day and how soaked your bag was.

~

your legs swing out of the passenger side cementing you onto the pavement. jess' arm extends over the centre console reaching into floodboard grabbing onto your bag.

"thanks jess." you lean into the car, meeting him half way, taking the bag.

"'course." he leans in too, planting a kiss on your lips. swiftly he leans back, "see you later, baby."

closing the door, you watch jess drive off.

turning on your heel, you stroll down the street. all of a sudden, a sight caught your eye. a tall man hunched over, the hood covering his face. you slowly plod to the man.

"hello?"

the sound of your voice causes the man to straighten. his face melts into a warm smile at the sight of you. "hi." he says amicably.

"i don't mean to be creepy but i noticed you fixing your car."

you blink, gauging on whether or not he feels like taking off running.

nevertheless, his smile doesn't waver. he nods, "i am, yes."

your cheeks warm slightly as you realise how socially inept you sound but you carry on with, "do you think you could fix my car?"

you watch a flick of hesitancy contort his face. you cut in before you sound too demanding. "i'll pay you! well.. duh. but i'll pay you for your time and if you want i could make you tea or lunch."

he purses his lips while his eyes drift around. pondering. he finally says, "sure, why not."

"thankyou!" you exclaim a little too loudly. all of the days of being chauffeured around stops now! thankfully. you sigh a sigh of relief before beaming again, "thankyou!"

patting your jeans you fish out an old reciept, scribbling out your details. you hand it to the man with a smile.

~

an hour or two has passed, with the problem now finally fixed. your noises of victory still hung in the air. but now, it was just you and him. sitting on your porch, munching at the lunch you promised. it wasn't the best but you tried. the plates were adorned with sourdough sandwiches filled with leftover salad and chicken breast with a side of crisps. even though you reluctantly passed the man a plate you became confident in the snack hearing his hums of enjoyment between chewing.

you made steady conversation. stereotypical, "are you from here?" with "do you go to school?" after yet another awkward silence settles between you, you look around to think of another question just to lock eyes with jess.

you immediately jump up, setting your plate on where you once sat a moment ago. you walk down the drive way to meet him.

"my car is fixed!" you gushed.

jess' jaw tightens, his eyebrow perking up in disbelief.

"that's the reason why you're wine and dining with that guy over there?" he murmurs possessively.

you scoff at his audacity, "i'm not! i walked up to this poor guy and asked him if he'd lend me a hand and he did!" you watch your words do nothing to ease the sour feeling blooming behind his ribs.

jess' eyes don't leave the guy innocently picking at the crisps on his plate.

"so you just let a random guy touch your car? when your boyfriend could've done it?"

your eyebrow furrow at his words, "don't even jess. i asked you everyday for a week and all you said in return was," you bend your fingers to form quotes, "'working late' or 'i'll just do it tomorrow'"

jess nods his head bashfully, he halts trying to defend himself but instead he stops and murmurs. "yeah.. but i was going to do it eventually."

you shrug your shoulders, "dunno why you're so mad it's just one less task for you to do now."

jess sighs deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist. "i guess so." he tilts his head, his face close to yours. "next time i'll do it though, kay?"

Eddie had been complaining, no, whining to you for the past few weeks, that his hair was falling out. His hair was thinning. He sheds like a cat.

This was the result; you sitting criss-crossed behind him as you worked at his thick head of hair. Combing through it with your fingers — because Eddie didn't have any combs, they all 'mysteriously disappear', according to him, though you knew his forgetful ass just misplaced them — and trying to divide it into equal sections, and failing for what felt like an hour to you.

This was your third try now, he wouldn't stop squeaming while being seated on the mattress, and if it weren't for the comforting glow of the warm lights in his room, or the familiar feeling you get whenever you're in his room that sets you at ease, or the fact you liked him so much, you would have attempted to attack him with his pillows until he fell off his bed.

By the time you actually manage to start working, his stubborn hair finally cooperating with you, Eddie, impatient with sitting still too long — although not as much as you, part of your arms were starting to go slightly numb — had decided (hopefully subconsciously, otherwise you were ready to just throw it all out and tell him shaving his head again would be less troublesome) that provoking the person dealing with his hair would be his only source of entertainment.

"Do you really need to-"

"Yes. This is the one solution I can offer," you reply flatly.

"But-" he tries to protest again. Indignant. Skeptical. You sigh.

"The braid won't tug at your hair much and would... reduce hair loss," you say slowly as you try to keep your mind on the braiding. Left, add more hair, tuck in the middle, right...

"Where did you hear that?" he questions and you could hear the smile forming when he asks.

You didn't really know. You just heard it one time and thought at least you could try. You were totally not doing this just because you wanted to see if he would be pretty in a braid and completely not in a hell of your own making. You clear your throat and answer a little too quickly, "... people."

"Great. Legitimate source, that," was his immediate reply, and you just knew he was rolling his eyes as he let out a huff.

"Are you going to let me help or do you really want citations?"

Silence. Good. You needed to focus. His hair was long but you didn't want it to fall apart when he rolled around in his sleep-

"When I said I was worried I'm losing a lot of hair, I didn't mean..."

You glare at the back of his head, impatience growing like an itching mosquito bite.

"Oh ho ho ho. Shut up. You were complaining. Every. Day. Like a cry for help. I answered."

"Ow- can you tug a bit more gently- ow!"

"Every few days, asking me, 'Am I going bald? Am I going bald? Do I have a bald spot,' no, you don't!"

You tug at his hair with a huff, pulling a little too hard, almost yanking the section of hair to place.

"Ow! Easy with the merchandise!"

"But why does it have to be a braid?" He slouches with a sigh that was borne from equal parts theatrics and restlessness.

"It's either a french braid or pigtails," you say, your voice level, dreadfully calm, as if you hadn't already imagined that and full on cackled in your mind five minutes ago. Even with his back turned to you, you knew his eyes were growing wide.

"And if it's pigtails, you just know, one day, you'll oversleep, and Wayne's going to snap a photo and put it into his photo book of his-"

"Not the photo book," Eddie groans, hand rubbing against half his face in sheer agony.

You grin triumphantly, your victory unseen to him. "Right. You know it." 

You pause. All the talking had pulled you out of focus. Was it left over right or right over-

Now fully aggravated, you smack his shoulder with a groan. "Stay still, munchkin! I'm getting it all messed up."

Eddie babbles at the new name, producing  a consecutive series of offended noises. "I am not a munchkin! I'm tall enough to be a-" He turns around to argue with you.

You cut him off by tilting his head back around. "Munchkin, gremlin, goblin, it's all the same to me. You're a triple hybrid, probably. A menace is what you are."

"Your menace," he snickers, which gains him another playful whack on his head. You give him one more soft smack, like you were drumming a hand drum.

"Argh!" A dramatic groan. Predictable, this idiot. Yet never fails to make you smile.  "Injuries, left and right. On the scalp, on the shoulders, on the head-"

"Shut up or I'll actually make you bald."

"Yes, ma'am."

Silence, at long last. Maybe you can finally focus now, and hopefully he remembers the steps enough to replicate them later — you would find out a week later that he did not, but he did stop whining about it later onward, either too guilty or perhaps even terrified of your reaction, and well, a win is a win (though you wouldn't have minded having to help him with his hair every night if you had to).

credits - dividers by @uzmacchiato, that one eddie photo is from this post by @dathomireternal cause I loved it so much