Whoβs the Hickey Girl?
summary: steve shows up with hickeys and robin is determined to discovered who gave them, but you were the one who did it and the problem is that both of you can't stop having flashbacks about it.
pairing: steve harrington x reader
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, fem reader, oral sex (f receiving), secret relationship, friends or something like that, pet names, y/n mentioned.
word count: 2.2k
"OH. MY. GOD! What are those blood-sucking-vampire-demobats type of shit marks on your neck? Jesus Christ!" Robin exclaims while holding Steve's face the opposite way to reveal four marks on his neck.
He tries to free himself from her embrace and get as far away as possible so she can't see them that clearly.
"C'mon, Steve! You have to tell me!" Robin was following Steve around trying to get an precious (to her) information out of him.
"Why do you care so much? It's just one hickey." He runnaway from her at the same time he tries to avoid you. The thing is: you were the criminal responsible for it, and just reminding about it might be enough to get Steve rock hard in front of an audience. You were loving it, while trying to hide a smirk.
"One?! There is definitely more than that. Y/N, you need to back me up here."
"Sorry, I'm just not as interested in Harrington's sex life as much as everyone else." Lies and lies. You were very much interest in Steve's sex life since it became your sex life too.
"Oh, please! That's bullshit." She rolled her eyes, seeming not even close to give up. "Sorry, Steve. Triggering word."
"Yeah, thank you." He said in a huff.
You don't take your eyes off the magazine you have in hands, pretending to read but having the same page open since Robin notice the marks on Steve's neck.
You did that a few days ago, three, to be exact. They were pretty dark now and it's impressive how long it took for anyone to notice and mention. You admit you went a little too far but that's just how Steve makes you feel and you couldn't even pretend not being proud of your work. Steve had parked his car a few houses before your house. It was your secret spot, hidden by some trees.
"Someone is feeling a little territorialist..." He says between moans. He loves it. You were sitting on his lap, on the driver's reclined seat.
"Maybe I am. You are very an envied man, remember?" You look into his eyes while getting your hand between his legs over his pants.
"Yeah? I didn't even realize it, especially with what I have in front of me." He said into your mouth, before catching it with his teeth.
The thought made you cross your legs for some relief but that just made it even worse.
"Do I know her?"
"For god sakes, Robin. Why do you wanna know?"
"Because we are best friends and we tell each other everything? I told you two my biggest secret! I can excuse Y/N because she really is private about her love life, I mean, when she has something going on."
"OUCH! That was harsh!" You frowned. She didn't lie, though. At least, about what you've told her. You do feel awful keeping so much from her but it's just for the best for now.
"Shit! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it as a offense. I swear! It's not like I have the craziest experiences too, so... You actually did so much more stuff than me." She starts to nervously rumble. That makes Steve look at you, confused. He will ask about it.
"It's okay, Rob. I get it." You laugh. You know she actually didn't mean anything bad.
She smiles softly at you and takes a deep sigh of relief.
That whole change of topic and getting the spotlight off Steve to you allow him to stare you as he's been wanting to all day. You two try to keep it cool but sometimes it's really difficult and right now was one of these moments, 'cause there you were. Laying on the couch with your legs out and a beautiful pink top he absolutely loved it. And, of course, you knew he did. That's specifically why you started to wear it a lot more since he confessed to you.
He loved you in pink. He even suspects that it's becoming his own favorite color because it's your favorite and you pick it for everything. When you noticed his eyes on you, you start to play with your necklace's heartshaped pendant. That immediately brings him back to the last night you saw each other, the same one where the main reason to Robin's curiosity happened.
You broke the kiss and stared at him, taking a deep breath. His touch travelled from your waist, where he was holding still like he was afraid you might slip from his lap, to the side of your neck, at the same time he caress you check. His hands went down a little to your cleavage. He took that same pendant between his fingers, playing with it the same way you just did it. His attention was back to your eyes while he still holds the necklace. It felt really intimate.
"So pretty. I just can't believe you're real." He said like a whisper. "Why did I take so long to notice it?"
You took a few seconds to answer, putting your lips in a line while thinking about your words.
"Did you mean notice me? I was there since forever, Harrington, you just chose to ignore me." You said in a playfully way. It is the truth, both of you have been hanging out with the same general people since ever. Frequenting the same parties, taking the same classes, you did talk a few times but Steve swears it didn't happen, claiming he would remember every interaction he ever had with you. I mean, he was very drunk in every single one of them.
You don't really blame him or takes personally. He was King Steve back then and had a full gorgeous girlfriend, also, it's not like you had the biggest of conversations. But when you started helping Jonathan find Will, one thing led to another and you and Steve got to know each other better through the big group.
"Shut up, that is such a lie. I've told you i would've remember every interaction I ever had with you." That again. Now he has that bright puppy eyes mode on, low even for him 'cause he knows you can't resist it. "I never not noticed you."
"Yeah, sure." You laughed and pushed his shoulder.
The car went silent. He looked you with a defeated but smirking smile, like he knew you would not believe him right now. He just takes your face and kisses you, like really, deeply kisses you.
"Maybe...Do you want to continue this argument in my... Room?"
"I would love to argument with you in your room. Is your mother home?" He now was playing with the side seam of your denim shorts.
"What? Are you scared now?" You mocked him.
"No, just wanna know how loud I can get you to be tonight." You stared open-mouthed while nervously laughing. "What? Are you embarrassed now?
"You asshole!" You punched his chest unsuccessfully trying to hide your smile.
You took his hand the second you got off his car, guiding him to your room, where he had been before, just not under the same circustances. You usually hung out in his car or his house.
He smiled while entering your pink perfect world. It's just so you.
You closed the door, trying not to make too much noise and wake up your mom. She definitely wouldn't mind, you had a good and honest relationship and she, as every mother often does, loves Steve. He can trick them very well with his good boy posture.
When you turned to face him, he was already close enough, cornering your back to the door while framing his arms around you.
"I remember every presentation you nailed, which was every single one of them. Probably the only few stuff I remember from High School was because you explained it at some point." You started laughing so hard and he joined you "I'm not even kidding." He added.
"I knew your favorite class was English. I knew you loved cold days 'cause you could wear your cute skirts with your cute socks. I knew you hated school lunch so bad." Between every point he made, he threatened to kiss you very slightly.
"I remember everytime I saw you at a party, it really felt like I could feel your presence when you arrived. It was fucking crazy." He held your face, saying while starring into your eyes. "I noticed you. All. The Time."
You couldn't contain your smile once again. That's how he gets you all the time. You take his mouth again and really takes your time, while he presses you against the door once more.
You put your arms on his shoulders and, almost instinctively, he got you up in his arms, putting his legs around him. His hands sustain you by holding your ass, to which he does very firmly.
He puts you on the bed, getting on top of you without breaking the kiss like his life depended on it.
"Take your shirt off. Now." You demand.
"Bossy." He answered, already doing as he was told. You started to work on your own button-up blouse, doing it slowly and never breaking eye contact with him. By the time the lacy bra you were wearing had him in trance already. He layed down, destining his kisses to your chest. His hand travelled to your back where he found the clasp of the fabric covering you, then looking at you and nodding, asking for permission to do it. You shook your head signing positive almost despesperly.
He got comfortable between your legs, distribuiting wet kisses on your left breast and playing with your nipple.
"So beautiful, babe." he fulled his hands with both of them, holding firmly enough to not hurt but get a breathy moan out of you. "Like every other part of you." He start kissing every part of your body.
He goes down your belly and you know where he's headed, literally. You get yourself on your elbows, ready to enjoy the view you love so bad.
"I really have to taste you. I've been missing it hard." He starts to open your bottom part and slips off your legs.
He traces the inside of your thighs with his nose softly enough. He does the same with the inbetween of your legs, over your panties.
"My sweet girl, you're so perfect." He says with his mouth so close to your cunt, it drives you crazy. He kisses all around and then starts to take the fabric off. He gets your inner folds on his mouth and then starts exploring you with his tongue and really takes his time. You can already feel it building up. Steve wasn't lying when he said how much he enjoyed giving.
God, he's so good at this. You put your hands on his hair, pulling it hard.
"Are you good, babe? Tell me." He looks up with his shiny relusent mouth and that does it even more for you.
"Y-Yes. Keep going, please."
He sucks your sensitive spot making you close your thighs around his head, which makes him more deep on you. You can already feel it building up.
You roll your hips on him, while he keeps going like before, making your own moves progressively faster. He assists you with his fingers, putting two inside you in a hook movement.
One of your hands goes from his hair to your mouth, trying your best to cover any sound you'll make next. You can feel it, arching your back and holding him hard and you press your own hand to your face.
And then, when you swear you were about to get out of air, your body relaxed. You closed your eyes and tried to catch your breath. Steve got up and kissed you small pecks.
"I need to clean up too, just came in my pants." He said, walking to your bathroom and getting everything you need it.
When he was back on the bed, you layed on his chest and played with his little hairs.
"I'm sorry I didn't return the favor." His fingers were running through your hair and he stopped, getting your chin up to face him.
"Are you kidding? Babe, you got me off just by letting me get down on you." He sounds even offended by the suggestion. "That's very enough for me, okay?" He kissed your head.
"You got me good, I still feel like jell-o." He laughes in response to a very sleppy you.
"Always my pleasure, princess. Sleep now." He holds even closer.
"Steve!" Robin screams. Suddenly, he's back to the WSQK.
"Are you okay?" You asked, worrying where he went.
"Just daydreaming. Sorry." He stares back at you, bitting his lip and shaking his head.
You understood, because you've been suffering all day too.
"Daydreaming about... The Hickey Girl?" Robin tries her shot again. "Just tell me if I know her, please!"
"Fine! You do know her. Satisfied?" He gestures his hands up very angrily. You panicked for a second and couldn't hide it.
"A-ha! I knew it! And look who seems interested on Steve's sex life now, Y/N!"
"I am not!" You sounded like a child.
"Oh, you totally are." He answeres without even looking at you.
Robin doesn't give up and spends the whole day trying to guess the identity of the "Hickey Girl", as she gently nicknamed you, like it's some secret santa game. It was a nice break from the hell you all have been living too, maybe you two can tell her soon enough... We'll see.
