#bairdbesson

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary - sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

warnings - 18+ mdni, smut, stubborn!reader, lingerie, a little brat/degrading kink, oral f!receiving, piv unprotected sex (pls use protection)

w.c - 1.6k (sorry its short again)

sometimes you could admit when you were wrong. you could admit if you had taken something too far, when you said things you didn’t mean. you regretted it, admitted you were wrong and apologized. that’s what you two had built. a relationship where it was easy to say ‘i’m sorry’ and even easier to forgive the other.

tonight, however, you weren’t in the apologizing mood. the argument had been stupid. at this point, you couldn’t even recall what started it. maybe it was just built up frustration from the day and you used one another to get it out.

maybe it was the way that steve was one of the most stubborn people you had ever met, but you just happened to be worse. admitting you were wrong after such a stupid fight seemed to be the hardest thing you’ve ever done.

however, you found a different way to apologize, no words necessary.

well, except for some dirty ones you’d whisper in his ear.

steve was already sat up on the bed. his back was pressed against the wooden backboard, his hair wet and messy from the shower. he read the back of a book that you had on your nightstand as he waited patiently for you to climb into bed.

finally, the bathroom door connected to the bedroom opened. the soft light illuminated you and his eyes barley focused before he saw the lace hugging your curves. you were sporting a mini dress that was almost see-through. the cloth ended just on your upper thigh, your legs exposed to the air conditioned air.

steve’s words seemed to catch in his throat as his eyes scanned your figure slowly. up and down, and again two more times. he noticed how your nipples were slightly visible through the fabric. his mouth went dry, his jaw dropping slightly.

a small giggle bubbled in your throat as you made your way over to the bed. it seemed as if any anger that steve had carried from the argument had floated away the second he saw your little outfit.

you fell onto your stomach being sure to arch your back slightly. you huffed out as if you’d been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders the whole day. the silence remained as his eyes continued to bore into you.

soon, you felt the warmth of his hand trail up your back as he examined you.

finally, he spoke.

“wow, baby,” is all he managed at first, “where’d you get this pretty outfit?” he huffed out.

“oh, this old thing?” you sighed, rolling onto your back. his eyes fell to your breasts again.

he seemed flustered by your confidence, but he also seemed like he couldn’t believe you were this close to him. you seemed to precious, too sexy, too perfect.

his hand rested on your side, his thumb rubbing torturous shapes. you spotted the bulge that had grown in his sweatpants in a span of a minute. the sight caused your thighs to squeeze together.

“is this to make up for the fight?” he asked softly, leaning down and brushing his lips against your ear.

“y-yes,” you shivered. the confidence you just carries fading away as he got closer.

you felt him smirk against your skin. “it’s working, you’re such a brat.”

his words inflicted a small whine to leave your lips, your back arching off the bed. he chuckled in response.

“yeah? aww, baby,” he cooed, “you’re so pretty. all dressed up for me. gonna fuck you in this pretty dress.”

his lips attached to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. heat flooded your core and you knew the lacy panties you at meticulously picked out were already ruined. your hands went frantic to find something to grab onto. one landed in his wet hair, the other on the sleeve of his worn t-shirt.

steve moved in a swift movement and landed in between your legs. he pressed his hard-on into your core. the feeling made you both breathe out in relief. your hips involuntarily began to move in desperate need of friction.

he didn’t stop you and soft groans began to leave his lips. you pulled him down by the back of his head and connected your lips so you could catch the pretty noises with your mouth.

your hips began to move more sloppily, the wetness your body had created now rubbing off onto his clothing. he now sported a dark grey spot on the front of his sweats.

“baby- ah- gonna come right now if you don’t slow down,” he pleaded into your mouth.

when you didn’t slow down, his strong hands gently pinned your hips against the mattress. sweat had already began to form on his forehead, his breath uneven and heavy. his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked down at you.

your hands slowly ran up his shirt, sliding it off over his head. you threw it on the floor where it was soon forgotten about. you pushed down his sweatpants next were you soon discovered that he was boxer-less.

his cock was long and thick, already leaking. your eyes traveled from it up to his eyes. you batted your lashes at him.

“always so hard for me.” you teased.

“you’re so fucking sexy.”

he leaned down and met you in a hungry kiss again, like if he didn’t this moment would end and he’d never get to experience it again.

you felt his fingers rub over the wet spot on your panties. a slight gasp left your lips as the pad of his finger trailed over your already swollen clit.

“and so ready for me,” he murmured.

your slight nod was all he needed. he slowly pushed your panties to the side, not wanting to take them off of you. his tongue peaked through his lips as he stared down at you. he couldn’t help but lean down to give your clit a quick kiss.

before he could come back up, he felt your hand push his head back down. a chuckle left his lips.

“want me to taste you, baby?” he licked his lips again.

“mhm, feels so good.”

your hips moved slightly as you waited. he smirked again, and his lips attached to your clit once more. the sensation caused your head to fall back onto the soft pillows. steve’s lips worked as he suckled on the bud for a moment, before moving his tongue against your wet folds.

your eyes met his, he was already staring up at you. the view of him in between your legs caused you to pulse. steve felt it against his lips, and he hummed softly against you. you felt it all throughout your body and your mouth fell open.

he loved eating you out. he would do it all day, if he could. he loved seeing what reactions he could get out of you just by using your mouth.

then, he remembered something. he moved away and crawled back up to you. you whined in protest.

“why’d you stop?” you pouted.

“’cause i remembered, you were the brat today. and quite frankly, baby. i’m dying over here.” his cock twitched. “need you so fuckin’ bad”

you bit your lip in response and spread your legs a bit more for you. he chuckled and lowered himself towards you. his tip found your entrance before he slowly pushed into you.

his eyes watched you intently as you reacted to him filling you. he made you feel so full, you could feel him everywhere.

you could feel one hand using your hip as an anchor, the other one holding the lace to the side. you could feel his lips trailing sloppily against your jawline and down to your neck. you could feel him buried inside of you.

soon, a soft moan left your lips. that’s when his thrusts started. in and out, in and out. slow at first, but each noise you made motivated his hips to snap faster. you were making sounds you didn’t even know you could make.

“love when you moan for me- fuck. so pretty, baby.” he praised.

your hands desperately grasped onto his wrists, needing a grounding touch. his hands were quick to grab yours, intertwining your fingers. he reached up and pinned them above your head. your nails dug into the back of his hands, your back arched incredibly high off the bed, obscenities flew from your tongue.

still, steve pounded into you. his forehead pressed against yours, his mouth hung open as he panted. the coil in your stomach was growing tighter with each thrust, willing to break any second. steve knew by the way the noises stopped. the way your eyebrows furrowed into each other.

“gonna come for me, pretty girl? you’re doing so good.” he rambled.

“need to come steve, enh- can i come?”

“yes, yes, baby. come on my cock. taking me so good, princess.”

your body shook from the permission and your walls squeezed around him. a long groan left his lips, but you could barley hear it. you could only focus on the tension in your belly snapping as you came. your orgasm was strong. waves of pleasure crashed over you as your body shook.

steve kept snapping his hips as you rode out the pleasure, his eyes watching you in awe as you came apart around him. just the sight of you was enough to send him over the edge too. he mumbled praises to you as he came.

when you finally got pulled back to reality, you felt steve crash onto your chest. both of your chests rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath.

he looked up at you, lips swollen, his cheeks flushed.

“do you forgive me?” you asked in between breaths.

all me managed was a weak smile. “after that? i think so.

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masterlist

love at first... movie rental?

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary - your wedding day makes you think back to how you and steve fell in love.

warnings - fluff, nervous steve, cute steve, kissing. ummm yeah i think thats all, just like tooth rotting fluff!!

w.c - 2.7k

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there was a slight chill in the air. it was a february morning and winter was still fading away into spring. your hair was being jammed into bobby pins, powder was being packed your face.

you couldn’t help but think back to how you got here. why everyone had gathered in this hall to celebrate you, why there was a white dress zipped safely in a bag, ready to be worn as you walked down to meet and marry the boy you loved.

the memories flooded as you remembered why this day was so special.

february 14th, 1986

the wind gusted angrily, the leaves making a skittering sound as the air pushed them along the worn pavement. walking across the parking lot to the front door of family video was an uphill battle. finally, you pulled the door open and stepped inside. your cheeks and nose were a shade of red from the cold.

steve was restocking shelves, his shoulders hunched over in concentration. the ring of the bell causes his head to shoot over to the door. his eyes land on you. his back straightens so fast he’s scared it might break.

his focus completely broken, now solely on you, like he was meant to only ever focus on the beautiful girl in front of him. his mind races, what do i say? how do i impress her? god, i have to impress her. play it cool, harrington.

his fingers brush through his long hair in attempts to clean up for you but the same pesky piece falls over his forehead into a little curl. he turns, facing you completely.

“hi welcome in,” he starts, his voice a little shaky. he hopes you don’t notice, you do. “can i help you find anyth-”

and the you smile. soft and sweet, your teeth barley visible. your cheeks still a light shade of red from the cold. his brain short circuits.

“-umm.. anything. ever. in the store, i mean. or the world, really.” he stammers. the silence is deafening. he’s blown it, hasn’t he? any second you’ll be backing away, so he continues to try and clean up his mess. he clears his throat, “what i meant is, if you’re looking for anything specific, i can help, ‘cause that’s my job. yay. movies!” he comes off a bit too enthusiastic.

you giggle softly, not in a mocking way, it’s just that you find him accidently adorable. “thank you,” your eyes glance to his name tag. “steve. i’m just gonna browse, thank you.”

the way you say his name almost makes his knees buckle. “cool cool, yeah i browse all the time, too,” he winces as soon as the words leave his mouth. “i’m going to stop talking now.”

he makes his way behind the counter and his head falls into his hands. robin snickers as she leans back against it. “yeah, that was pretty bad,” she starts. “but she didn’t run away screaming. that’s progress, romeo.” somehow robins words make him feel even more humiliated.

he lifts his head up and his eyes fall on you again. he watches as you read the back of a tape. your head is slightly tilted, your eyebrows slightly furrowed, your lips in a small frown as you focus on the words. his heart picks up again and he realizes that he can’t let you run away.

“i’m going in, again. this time maybe i can form a real sentence.” he makes himself seem busy. he grabs returned tapes and begins putting them back on the shelf. his head pops up every once in a while to make sure you’re still there. you always are. soon, his chance arises when you make your way up to the counter with a movie in your hands.

he’s quick to meet you on the other side of it. you place the movie down on the counter. sixteen candles.

“it’s valentines day, so why not some teeth-rotting romance?” you joke. his mind yet again, fails to work correctly. “might as well watch something cute, even if it’s just me and my popcorn bowl.” his heart does a flip and his stomach churns.

“it could be worse,” he shrugs. you tilt your head. “you could be working here on valentines day, with her.” he points back to robin.

“that may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” the girl replies, putting her hand on her chest.

you let out a soft laugh at the two of them and bite the inside of your cheek. you can’t deny your nervousness, either, but there’s something so comforting about the stuttering boy in front of you.

“have you seen it? sixteen candles? is it good?” you ask softly as he rings you up.

“oh um.. yeah of course. it’s romantic, cheesy, but the good kind of cheesy. you’ll like it.” he confirms. wow, a normal sentence. he messes it up, though. “i love cheese, so.”

you giggle at him again and you can’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face. “you’re cute.”

he swears his brain explodes inside his head. he stares at you as his mouth tries to form words. all he can manage is sliding the movie over to you. then he says, “happy valentines day.”

“you too steve,” you grab the movie and smile sweetly at him. “maybe i’ll see you around.” you turn on your heels and walk out back into the cold air.

steve doesn’t dare look away as you walk out, he stares in awe.

“you just successfully, okay well i won’t say successfully, but you flirted with a girl on valentines day and she didn’t back away in fear!” robin teases.

he snorts, but he doesn’t even take his eyes away from the door. he is absolutely beaming. he’s holding onto your last words and praying they come true.

maybe i’ll see you around.

he does. two days later. he’s talking to a customer who’s being entirely too difficult. the bell rings and he doesn’t notice at first. robin nudges his ribs causing a small groan to leave his lips.

“do you mind?” he scoffs, looking over at his coworker. her eyes are set on the front door, so his eyes make their way over, too. his brain fuzzes. “you got this, robin?” he doesn’t even wait for a response before he makes his way over.

“hey! did you enjoy the movie?” he motions to the tape in your hands.

“yeah! yeah it was good. very cheesy,” you nod. “but i like cheese, too.” you recall your last conversation and smile at him teasingly.

he laughs a breathy laugh and runs his hand through his soft hair. “good, that’s awesome. i’m really glad you liked it.”

“any recommendations for what i should watch next?”

he straightens up, trying to look professional.

“yes! yes totally. are you looking for funny? romantic? maybe switch it up and do some si-fi or horror?” he’s impressed by his absence of stuttering.

“funny, definitely funny, but i wouldn’t mind some romance.”

after a few moments, he finds a movie and checks it out to you. he slides it across the counter and you reach out to grab it. your fingers brush for just a moment and you both freeze. you quickly pull the movie back, your cheeks growing warm.

he decides to go for it. “hey, if you’d want to, maybe you could wait till after i get off to watch it? you could come by my place and we can watch… together?”

there’s a beat.

“i’d actually really like that.” you smile at him.

his heart melts inside of his chest.

-

steve sits next to you on the couch with a huge bowl of popcorn. you’re not sure you’d even be able to finish it with just you two. the movie begins, he chose back to the future. he wants to laugh and tell you about how he got drugged by russians and then watched this movie, but he refrains.

“how was your day? what else did you do rather than talk to me?” you ask, looking over at the boy.

he ponders for a second, “sorted movies, dealt with customers and honestly, thought about this, about you.” his eyes lock with yours.

you let out a nervous giggle and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. he watches and studies you as if you’re going to disappear.

“about me? well, i guess i can say i’ve been thinking about you, too.” you admit, sheepishly. “when i was watching sixteen candles, i was thinking about how valentines day would’ve been a lot sweeter if i had someone to share it with.”

his eyes scan your face as you talk, his heart pounding. “i’d argue that this is just as sweet.”

his words make your heart flutter, your chest flooding with heat. your eyes lock with his and you see a little sparkle in them. another smile tugs on your lips.

for the next thirty minutes, the movie is nothing but background noise. you guys talk about a little bit of everything. from work, to music, to the rude waiter who works at the dinner down the street. you are smiling so hard that you think your cheeks are stuck that way.

“i like talking with you… it’s easy.” you’re completely turned towards him now. you’re sitting crisscross and your knees are pressed against the side of his leg. his hands are fidgeting nervously in his lap.

“i like it, too.” he responds, softly. “i was struggling at first but i think i got the hang of it now.” he chuckles nervously. you smile and chew on your lip. your head falls to look at your lap and the hair that was safely tucked behind your ear falls.

when you look up to meet steve’s face again, his eyes are already boring into you. his hand comes up to move the hair back behind your ear. his touch is gentle, and his thumb brushes along your cheekbone softly. the touch makes your skin heat up immediately and your body leans towards him involuntarily.

his breath catches and he sits up to meet you.

“steve…” you whisper. you mouth falls open just a bit, your breath becoming heavier as your faces lean closer.

your noses bump and steve lets out a snort in response to his clumsiness. you smile but it’s short lived, because steve’s lips are already brushes against yours. your lips connect together in a sweet kiss. he feels you melt into the kiss as he presses his warm palm to your cheek. he sighs against your lips as your hair threads through his messy locks.

the kiss breaks naturally, but steve stays close, resting his forehead against yours. staring into each others eyes, just breathing.

“wow…” you breathe out quietly. your lips curl into a small smile.

steve is smiling like an idiot, his thumb stroking small lines on the soft skin of your cheek. “yeah, wow.”

you move to lay your head in his lap and his hands quickly tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp. he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek. you turn your head to look up at him and he presses a quick peck to your lips.

you both watch the movie after that, but your minds are focused elsewhere.

-

steve’s fingers are tapping rhythmically on the counter as he tries everything to peel his mind away from you, from the kisses.

“can you please stop? i’m going to go crazy,” robin pleads, grabbing him by the wrist and moving his hand away from the counter. “did you really mess it up that bad?”

steve shakes his head. “the opposite, we had a really great night.” he smiles to himself, recalling the night before.

“so why are you acting so weird?” robin starts rolling the cart of returned movies to the comedy section, steve follows.

“she’s different, robin,” he starts. “i mean, i haven’t stopped thinking about her. after one date? there’s no way that’s normal. she’s just… so amazing.”

robin chuckles at him, “yeah, steve. which is why you ask her out again. it’s not a bad thing, it just means you might’ve found something really special.”

“you should’ve seen her eyes after i kissed her, man. that’s what i can’t get out of my head.”

the bell dings, and there you are yet again. steve can feel his heartbeat in his throat. your eyes find him quickly and you make your way over.

“hey steve, hey robin,” you smile at the pair. robin greets you, winks at steve, and makes her way to the other side of the store. there’s a moment of silence between you two, unsure of what to say. “i had a really good time last night, thank you for having me over.”

“anytime, seriously, i had so much fun. the company, the kisses, it was all really great.” he beams. a smile grows on your face, as well as a deep blush. “maybe we could do dinner next time?”

it doesn’t just stop at dinner. you and steve hang out almost everyday for a month. most of your free time, if not all, is taken up by the other. so many more movies are started and ignored for the most part. you learn his break schedule just to sneak make outs in his car. you become obsessed with each other in the most healthy way.

steve finally asks you to be his girlfriend. it was another regular movie night. he had picked out something random because you both knew you’d either be talking or kissing the whole way through, anyway.

“can you open this while i make us some popcorn?” he asks, handing you the movie case. your eyebrows furrow as you read the title. sixteen candles.

“steve, i’ve seen this already.” you complain, looking up at him with your bottom lip sticking out.

he smiles down at you. “open it, please?”

you look back down at the movie, a bit confused, but you open it anyway. sitting on top of the tape is a slip of paper folded up. “what’s this?” you take it out and unfold it gently.

the words written in steve’s perfectly imperfect handwriting, will you be my girlfriend?

you gasp and your eyes shoot back up to steve, who’s already beaming down at you. you stand up and swing your arms around his neck. his arms find your waist easily.

“what do you say?” he asks, tilting his head at you.

“of course i’ll be your girlfriend.”

his lips find yours in a passionate kiss. it makes you go weak at the knees, but he holds you steady. he always holds you steady.

february 14th, 1990

you’re snapped out of your daze when two hands are placed on your shoulders. when you come to, you look in the mirror and see robin standing behind you. she has a soft smile on her lips.

“i’m sorry, what did you say?” you ask. “i was totally zoned out.”

she laughs. “that’s okay, i was asking if you were ready to put your dress on?”

your eyes find yourself in the mirror. your face covered in light makeup, your hair twisted into a beautiful style. your eyes are quick to well up with tears. today was the day. you’d come back for the very thing steve was sure would ruin him: the clumsy, fumbling flirting that had enchanted you in the first place.

“i’m ready.” you said, convincing yourself that this was exactly what you had dreamed of from that very first kiss.

you couldn’t wait for the future, if it meant you got to spend it with him.

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masterlist

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary - christmas doesn't have to be lonely if you spend it with the right person. (this is for my sweet sweet liv i hope u like it my love @tfatws)

warnings - fluff, a little bit of angst if you squint, kisses.

w.c - 1.2k (on the shorter side im sorry)

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the smell of gingerbread wafted through the house. the air was thick and warm in complete contrast to the air outside. it was crisp and frigid as snow fell in heavy sheets.

your hands worked to roll out the second batch of gingerbread dough, the first already in the oven baking into perfect little gingerbread men. christmas music played softly, your old record of festive music being spun. the apron you’re sporting is covered in flour, your cheeks too.

one song ended and before the other came on, silence took over. it was broken by the soft snores of your best friend, who was asleep on the couch.

you peeked your head around the corner to see him. he was on his stomach, one arm hanging off the side of the couch. his cheek was pressed up against a pillow causing his mouth to hang open. you chuckled lightly at the sight of him. he was still sporting the red christmas sweater that you had bought him the day before.

he looked peaceful, as if he had no worries in the world. the only thing concerning him was the pictures his mind made into a sweet dream. you wiped your hands, dusted the flour off your cheeks and made your way over to the sleeping steve.

“steve,” you said, so gently that you could barely hear it. when he didn’t stir, you repeated yourself a bit louder this time, accompanied by a hand on his shoulder.

it’s almost as if your touch alone wakes him up. his eyes are only barely open when he looks at you, as if the dim christmas tree lights are too bright to bear.

“hey… how long did i sleep?” his voice is laced with sleepiness and it’s the tiniest bit raspy. the sound makes your stomach flip.

“not long, you said you wanted to help cut out the gingerbread,” your voice was still just above a whisper.

“i do,” he sat up, stretching his arms above his head. his sweater rode up, revealing the skin above the hem of his jeans. you pretended not to notice. of course you noticed. “have you done them already?”

“only one batch, i saved the second to do together,” you smiled. he seemed pleased that you wanted his help.

he eventually made it off the couch, but not without a loud, dramatic groan leaving his lips. you couldn’t help but laugh at him. a comfortable silence fell over you two as you cut out the rest of the gingerbread men.

soon, another tray filled up with the unbaked cookies. you placed them in the oven and felt steve’s eyes on you. the feeling caused you to turn to the boy, who was indeed, staring at you. your cheeks immediately turned hot.

“what?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“do you want some hot chocolate?” he replied, nonchalantly.

when you nodded, he quickly opened the cabinet behind him. he pulled out two mugs and began making the drink. you tried to help but he denied it, he wanted to make sure they were perfect. well, he at least wanted to make sure yours was perfect.

the first sip made your mind melt. it was the most delicious hot chocolate you had ever had. “where did you learn how to make hot chocolate this good?” you giggled, taking another long, incredible drink.

he seemed to falter a bit. “um… my mom taught me when i was a kid. one of the christmases she was actually here for.”

your lips formed into a frown as steve’s eyes stayed glued to the ground. you put your mug down and pulled him into a tight hug. his arms were quick to move around your waist, his nose nuzzling deep into your neck as if he was trying to hide there. he almost seemed to melt into your embrace.

“i don’t like the idea of you spending christmas alone,” you ran your fingers through the hair on the bottom of his neck.

“i’m not alone,” he murmured, the words muffled against your skin. “i have you, now.”

“steve…” you sighed, moving so you could see his eyes.

“i just… i don’t know how to do this whole christmas thing. not like normal families,” he frowned.

“steve,” you shook your head, “you don’t have to. we can do it our way, make it our christmas,” it wasn’t just an invitation, but a promise to him.

“our christmas,” he repeated, the warm smile that makes your heart flutter finally forming on his lips.

“hey, how about you help me hang up the mistletoe.”

he beamed, “yeah, i can do that.”

you broke out of the tight hug, unfortunately, and grabbed the small bush of mistletoe off of the counter. steve took it from you and walked over to the archway leading into the dining room. he dragged a chair over and climbed onto it, steadying himself as he hung the plant.

the domesticity of it hit you like a pile of bricks. steve harrington, doing something as simple and sweet as hanging a mistletoe. you watched as he stared at the mistletoe, making sure it was perfect, before returning his feet to the ground.

he pushed the chair back where it belonged and when he turned to see his work from afar, he saw you standing under it. your hands were clasped behind your back as you rocked on your heels slightly.

his gaze trained on you caused butterflies to explode in your stomach. the feeling only intensified when he slowly stepped over to you. your hands dropped to your side and steve moved quickly to run his own hands down your arms before finding yours. he held them gently, his thumb running over your knuckles in small, comforting strokes.

“you believe in the mistletoe rule?” he asked, the joking tone there, but barely.

you shrugged, your hands becoming clammy in his. “i don’t know, do you?”

“depends on who i’m standing with,” he inched closer.

“who are you standing with, now?” you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“you,” he whispered, “and god am i in trouble.”

you tilted your head, your eyebrows furrowing, “why?”

“because everytime you look at me i forget we’re just friends… i’m afraid one day i won’t remember how to pretend.”

there’s a short silence. you can hear your heartbeat in your ears because, did steve harrington just admit that? you can see him start to regret the confession, so you’re quick to put his mind at ease. with one swift movement, your arms are wrapped around his neck. you pull his head down to meet yours.

your noses bump at first, causing a small chuckle to leave both of your lips. he tilts his head slightly, finally able to brush his lips against yours. the kiss sends shocks through your body, your knees almost going weak. his hands press onto your waist and you can feel his mouth curl into a smile against yours. he tastes like hot chocolate and a hint of peppermint.

the kiss finally breaks after what feels like hours, and you feel dizzy. his forehead stays pressed against yours, the only thing that can be heard is the soft breaths shared as you relish in this moment together.

“well… maybe pretending was never really our thing,” you huff out.

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steve harrington x fem!reader

summary - the night spent with steve harrington is unexpected, but when hidden feelings get revealed you can't believe your imperfections are admired.

warnings - 18+ EVERYONE INVOLVED IS OVER 18, MDNI, drinking, social anxiety, a bit of fluff, smut, oral fem!receiving

w.c - 3.2k

gap tooth smile - steve harrington

the hot summer day soon cooled into a temperature that was perfect against your skin. the sun no longer beat down, replaced by the cool moon. it was full, perfectly illuminating the dewy grass and semi-warm pavement. you took in a long breath as you took in your surroundings. you stood in steve harrington’s packed backyard. you had been invited by one of your friends to his “summertime bash”. it was hosted every year at various places to celebrate the ending of another school year.

this year, steve was quick to volunteer his house. his parents were hardly around, always gone on various business affairs. you had never attended one, but your friend basically begged you to go. finally, you caved, and drove yourself to the gathering. it was a tad overwhelming inside the house. everyone attempting to yell over each other as red solo cups filled with various liquids. you decided that the backyard was safer.

you stood on the pavement around the pool, rocking on your heels. there was still a hoard of people, but it was a lot calmer. you observed everyone around you. a boy and a girl were layed back in a pool lounge chair and they were basically eating each others faces. you shook your head and scanned your eyes again. people talking, laughing, even arguing, until your eyes locked with a pair of hazel ones. they belonged to none other, than steve harrington.

a small smile grew on your lips and your hand swayed in a small wave. he returned the smile and took a sip of his drink. steve was always nice to you. he had been a lot nicer the past year in general which was huge development from the years before. everyone believed he was a big douchebag. one day he showed up a completely new man, no one ever questioned it. you did, however, because this new-found warmth in his smile attracted you like a magnet.

steve, on the other hand, had always felt pulled towards you. tonight was different, though. tonight the pull felt stronger than ever. he wasn’t sure what made him feel this way. suddenly, in the split second that he spotted you, he knew. the way the blue light of his pool shined on your features. perfectly highlighting the angle of your jaw, the way your eyes sparkled when you saw him from across the way, the way your lips curved into a small smile before revealing your teeth. the imperfections of you were perfect to him, and in that moment, he realized he had never seen anything more perfect.

it was in that moment that he decided it was time. he couldn't take the stolen glances anymore. he was ready to finally take a leap of faith. it was a total shot in the dark, but one he was willing to take. bracing himself, he made his way through the sea of people, landing himself a spot right in front of you.

“i’m so happy you could make it,” he beamed, speaking more loudly than usual to ensure you could hear over all the party chatter.

“yeah, me too, but i wasn’t going to stay much longer. i have another party across town,” you said, nonchalantly, which was a total lie in hopes to impress the boy in front of you. instead, his body shifted closer and his head fell into a tilt.

“really?” he questioned. “i think you should stick around, the fun has just begun,” his voice dropped down, something a little less innocent now laced his tone. “if you’re such a party girl, where’s your drink?” he questioned.

your gaze fell to your empty hands that were in fact, drinkless. this caused an unexpected heat to rise to your neck and cheeks. “uh…” you started, trying to come up with an excuse. “well, i planned on driving myself to the next party,” you lied, again.

“that’s too bad, because you’re not going anywhere,” he stated matter-of-factly. your eyes shot up to meet his, anticipating sarcasm, but his expression was serious. “let’s get you a drink,”

before you knew it, you were being pulled through the double doors. the air was thick and warm from everybody swarming the downstairs of the house. your stomach clenched with a bit of anxiety, until you felt steve’s fingers intertwine with your clammy ones. his eyes glance down to where your hands are joined, before they land back on your face.

he immediately clocks your expression, your eyes filled with unease. as if he can read you like a book, he pulls you into his side. his warm hand finds your waist, and your stomach unknots itself and explodes with butterflies instead. the sensation is unexpected, but welcomed.

you’re led through the jungle of people before you reach his kitchen island. the surface of it almost entirely covered by abandoned cups, some filled, some with barely a drop. steve grabs one from a stack and checks to make sure it’s clean before filling you up a cup of punch.

“there, the party girl finally gets her drink,” the boy smiles, holding out the cup to you. you can tell he’s exaggerating the nickname which makes you wonder if he knows you’re lying.

he soon notices that not even the drink can calm your nerves. in an attempt to put you at ease, steve leans his lips close to your ear. “do you wanna go upstairs and pick out a movie?” he says, almost inaudibly. goosebumps sprout up from the sensation of his hot breath prickling your ear.

the full realization hits you, and his statement definitely answered your question. he knew you were lying, he could see right through you. he knew you hated this scene and knew you wanted out of it. you agreed, and before you knew it, you were whisked upstairs.

steve clumsily stumbled into his room, his hand still holding onto yours. you were startled by the sight of a couple almost dry humping in steve’s made bed. a groan left his lips. “come on guys, seriously? any place in the house and you choose my bed?” his head falls back as he rubs his forehead. “get out. now.” the couple mumbled profanities under their breath, as if steve had just caused them the biggest inconvenience. soon, it was just you and steve in his now empty bedroom.

the room smelled of dated wood, a hint of cologne and hairspray. it flooded your senses. the feeling of unease in your belly slowly melted into just plain nervousness as the handsome boy sat down. he patted the spot next to him, inviting you to join him.

he could sense your hesitation, and a sigh left his lips. “i didn’t invite you up here to do anything. i could just tell you were uncomfortable,” he started, his eyes fixed on you. “which is understandable, there’s a lot going on. parties aren’t for everyone.” with that, your suspicions were definitely confirmed.

“you’re right, i’m not a party girl,”

“i saw right through your skin,”

your cheeks warmed up, which was becoming a familiar feeling with this guy around. you finally at next to him. your thigh pressed up against his and you looked over to find his eyes already trained on you.

there he was again, admiring all the little things he never really noticed before. he had never gotten close enough to see the details that scattered around your soft skin. the expression he wore was one you hadn’t expected. it was pure wonder. it was as if you hung the stars and the moon yourself. it was as if you had painted the sunset the sky wore every evening.

“what are you looking at?” you asked, genuinely baffled.

“you have the prettiest smile,” he responded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

you were quick to cover your mouth as your lips pulled into an uncontrollable smile, the compliment causing your nervous system to work overtime. steve’s worked faster, though, and his hand pulled yours down. he held your hand in your lap.

“no, i want to see it. don’t hide it from me,” he practically begged.

you began to notice the small things about him, too. his perfectly straight teeth, the moles scattered down his neck, the small sparkle in his eyes when they caught your smile again. your eyes finally landed on his lips, pink and full, and kissable.

you shake the thought out of your head. the alcohol was making your head fuzzy, surely. steve noticed how your gaze fell to his lips, but he shook it off, too. he couldn’t mess this up. the light thump of the music shook the floor below as you two sat in a comfortable silence.

“you said something about a movie?” you asked gently.

he chuckled. “to be honest with you, i don’t have any movies up here,” he admitted.

you laughed at his response, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized that he really did care. he was so quick to leave his party just to make sure you felt comfortable. steve cared about you.

“remember when we had to do essays about romeo and juliet?” you recalled. he nods in response. “and you got in trouble because you watched the movie instead of reading the play,” you giggled.

“the movie was way more interesting!” he defended.

“you’re only saying that because there’s a scene where you can see juliet’s boobs.”

“your point?”

you scoffed and pushed on his shoulder. he fell back on the bed dramatically and a giggle escaped your lips. you fell back onto the bed next to him, sighing in content. the silence settled back over the two of you before steve broke it again.

“i read the play.”

your head turned to look at him. “what?”

“romeo and juliet, i read it,” his head turned to meet yours. “i never told anyone because it was about love and mushy stuff, i would’ve never lived it down if my friends found out.”

your lips curved into a smile as warmth flooded your chest. an hour ago this confession would’ve shocked you, but steve was full of surprises tonight.

“love and mushy stuff is my favorite thing to read about,” you admitted. “have you ever felt it?” his eyebrows knitted in confusion. “love, i mean.”

“i mean, my parents love me,” he shrugged.

you shook your head. “no like, have you ever loved someone? like romantically? has someone ever loved you back?”

the question seemed to puzzle him for a beat. finally, he responded. “i thought i loved somebody. i thought she loved me back,” he begins, his eyes trained on the ceiling. “i guess she didn’t. it hurt at first. god, it was the worst pain i’d ever felt. she moved on, so i had to, too. i think in a way, i still love her, just not like i did. not as intensely,” he took another beat. “she doesn’t take over my thoughts like she used to. i can do things without thinking about her, she’s not the first thing i think about when i go to sleep. so i guess i’ve moved on too,” his eyes find yours again. “what about you?”

you’re quick to shake your head. “no, no i don’t think i have. i’ve had plenty of hallway crushes but they never amounted to anything,” it’s your turn to take a pause, pondering how to continue. “i want to fall in love with the small things. sure, feelings, electricity, but i mean the things that everyone else would fail to notice. the quirks that you only know after spending so much time with one person that you’ve studied them like a book.”

you can feel his eyes boring into you. the air is thick with tension now, but the good kind. the kind that erupts butterflies in your stomach.

“the quirks, huh? like how every time i look at you, your cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink?” he says, his voice barley over a whisper.

you’re sure your cheeks are a much darker shade of pink after that, but you don’t falter. “yeah, like that, or like how your breath goes a bit uneven every time we lock eyes.”

the air is electric now. your bodies yearning to be closer, your hands begging to run up his chest and into his hair. you both stay put, though, just staring into each other eyes. your tongue swipes across your bottom lip, wetting it. his eyes flicker down, and you swear they darken a bit with lust.

you know he’s waiting for your green light, he wouldn’t dare make a move without it. you take your time studying his face again, every inch of it, like it would be the last time you’d ever have a chance to.

his warm hand lands on your cheek. his thumb mindlessly draws shapes onto your skin. the space between you two suddenly seems like miles. you turn on your side, your whole body facing his. he moves to the same position, his hand never losing contact with your cheek.

“steve…” you whisper. “kiss me.”

green light. his hand finally leaves your cheek and lands on your waist, pulling you against him. the sudden contact causes a gasp to leave your lips before his lips crash against them. the kiss is electric as your lips move in sync. your hand travels up his arm and into his now messy hair, your finger grab onto the strands like a vise.

his expert hands slide up your shirt in one swift movement, pressing into your side. you feel his tongue slide against your bottom lip, asking for permission. you open your mouth slightly and his tongue makes contact with yours. he leads you into a kiss filled with passion that makes your cheeks heat up.

he uses his hand that’s placed on your waist to roll you onto your back and moves his body to hover over yours. it’s almost overwhelming, the heat he is radiating off onto you. the smell of the room now replaced only with his. his cologne and hair product intoxicating you, as if it’s telling you exactly what your next move should be.

your cold hands snake their way up his shirt before you pull it over his head. the fabric leaves your fingers and hits the floor. your eyes are locked on his and they’re dark. there is still a softness to them, though. the sight makes you melt under him.

the silence is almost suffocating, you don’t know what he’s thinking. does he want to do this? is he hesitating?

“are you sure you want this?” his voice comes out soft, almost pleading. your heart does a flip, so does your stomach.

“yes,” you reassure, your hands making their way into his soft hair. your eyes are soft now, too. “steve, i’ve always wanted this.”

the confession seems to take a moment to process in his head. the weight of your words not fully setting in. you had always wanted this. that meant that you had always wanted him. he doesn’t need anymore conformation. your lips are connected again and his actions become quicker.

soon, your shirt is discarded with his on the floor, long forgotten about. he undoes the button on your jean shorts and you pick your hips up so he can slide them down your legs. he takes your panties off with them, leaving you completely exposed to him.

there’s a beat of silence and he stares at you from the edge of the bed. heat pricks up on your cheeks and you attempt to cover yourself with your arms. he shakes his head and his hands find your arms. he slowly peels them off, leaving you again, fully exposed to him.

“you are so beautiful,” he almost whispers, as if it’s a secret. the words hit you like a ton of bricks, though. before leaving for the party tonight, you had changed four times to get the perfect outfit. here you were, though, laying completely naked on his bed and he still saw you as the most beautiful and precious thing in the world.

you weren’t shy anymore, you needed him. “show me, steve.”

he came down and connected your lips in a soft kiss. he broke it a couple of seconds later, but he quickly moved to press a kiss onto your jawline. he continued to kiss your body, lower and lower, until he reached the bottom of your belly. his lips pressed right above your heat and your body jerked in response. he moved to one of your thighs, his lips brushing on the inner part of it. he moved closer before moving to your other thigh.

you whimpered, he was teasing you. he was enjoying watching you whine and move, your body begging for contact. finally, his tongue made contact with your folds, licking up to your clit. he moved back again, you sighed in frustration until you felt him gently blowing air onto your wet pussy.

the cooling sensation caused your head to roll back and a small moan to leave your lips. he chuckled, satisfied, and his lips connected to your clit. he began to suck on the sensitive bud. your hips bucked off the bed and soft, uncontrollable noises started flying out. his fingers slowly slid into you and began working magic.

“steve,” you whined as your hips began movements of their own. he hummed in response, his eyes never leaving your face as he worked to please you. “feels so good,” you managed to mumble out, which was impressive given that your brain was jumbled up from the pleasure.

his fingers slid in and out of you with ease and they curled. his fingertips brushing against the spot that shoots euphoria throughout your body. you cried out as the knot in your stomach began to tighten.

his fingers worked faster and his mouth switched between sweet and quick kitten licks with his tongue and sucking on your bud. the tension began to burn in your stomach as your hips moved to match the movement of his fingers. his free hand ran up your side and began to toy with your nipple.

the simple touch sent you over the edge. “cumming! oh my god!” you yelled as your body shook. your breath was uneven as you rode out your high. steve slowed down his movements and made sure you were done before stopping his movements completely. his mouth hung open as he panted, his eyes focused on you.

the sight of him turned you on again almost instantly. he rejoined you and connected your lips again in a sloppy kiss. his hands focused on running up and down your sides, the contact warming you.

“i hope you’re not tired, because i have more plans for you tonight,” he smirked. you laughed, revealing a toothy grin. his chest filled with emotion because there it was, the smile that started it all.

the girl, and her gap tooth smile.

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steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings - mentions of absent parents, flufffffff

note - i wanna thank @steveharringtons-lonelybraincell for a lot of these ideas! she's the best yall! go check out her stories!

w.c - 1.3k!

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❅ steve’s favorite holiday used to be christmas. that is, until his parents decided to stop showing up for them. christmas never felt the same again. it was no longer filled with the warmth he always associated it with. he hated that christmas never felt the same, but then he met you.

❅ steve has a collection of christmas sweaters that he keeps stored away for no one to see. he never had the chance to wear them. as soon as december hit, he was wearing them to every date you guys went on. he even let you take your pick of some. he admires you as you try all them on for size.

❅ steve pretends to get mad every time you plan a christmas-themed outing with the party. he selfishly wants to spend the whole month with you and you alone. “christmas is about family, and they’re basically our little family.” you retort. again, he pretends to be upset, but your sentiment actually floods his chest with warmth.

❅ steve will eat any dessert, although, his heart is set on the homemade ones you make from scratch. he loves cutting them out into little shapes and icing intricate designs onto the cookies. his brows stay pulled together, biting his lips as he focuses. if one comes out less perfect, he lets out a loud sigh.

❅ steve loves to dot icing on your face just to get a rise out of you. he loves your soft gasp and fake pout. he knows you know he’s doing it just to be able to kiss it gently off of your skin. this always results in various complaints from the kids.

❅ steve’s favorite nights consist of you begging him to wear matching pajama pants with you. although, it’s not hard to convince him. one look at him with big puppy dogs eyes and he’s grabbing the pants from your hands with an exasperated sigh.

❅ steve’s christmas tree growing up was very… aesthetically pleasing. white lights, silver and gold tinsel, white ornaments, a boring fluffy tree skirt. he wasn’t even allowed to touch it. when he came over to your house, he was dumbstruck by your tree. faded rainbow colored lights, perfectly imperfect ornaments that came from various grandparents, some made by hand from when you were a kid. he looked at each ornament like it was a piece of gold. your entire life lining the tree.

❅ steve was quick to pounce on the opportunity when you asked to craft new ornaments for the tree. the thought of having his own piece on it making his heart swell. he was very meticulous, treating it like the most precious thing in the world. he had chosen to print out a picture of you two in matching christmas sweaters. he glued glitter and other decorations onto it, perfectly imperfect.

❅ steve stood like a proud dad looking at his precious ornament hanging on your tree. it was starting to feel like his, too. when you came into the room with the star he was overcome with emotion. he let you use his shoulders as a ladder as you delicately placed the star on top of the tree. finally, christmas had warmth again.

❅ steve is a really good gift giver. he takes so much time to plan and pick out the perfect gifts for you. he stresses himself out over it. when he finally has the gift, he’s very bad at keeping it from you. he’s always trying to convince you to open it early, he’s always trying to drop hints as to what it is. you try to tell him over and over again that it’ll ruin the magic of it on christmas day, but he still does it.

❅ steve always feels guilty receiving gifts, thinking he doesn’t deserve it. he’ll always repeat how you didn’t have to get him anything, how you were more than enough for christmas. when he opens your gifts he goes all mushy inside, his heart about to burst at the seams. he can’t believe someone would be so thoughtful, that someone loved him enough to.

❅ steve insists on weekly christmas movie nights with everyone. they’re always overwhelming, always overstimulating. a hot chocolate is usually always spilt, a candy cane usually always left stuck to the table. something about it though makes steve feel incredibly grateful. he’s happy to have his people surrounding him.

❅ steve loves christmas lights. he’s always suggesting going on night drives around the rich neighborhoods to see how beautifully lit the houses are. he mutters insults under his breath if someone’s house isn’t decked in lights. he brings you along almost every night, the kids come sometimes too. christmas music is always blaring through the speakers as the lights sparkle. when you’ve seen all the houses hawkins has to offer, steve drives out of town to see more.

❅ steve wants to see you everyday of the month. when you’re around, christmas feels like christmas again. if there’s a night you can’t come sleep in his bed, he’s convincing you to let him sleep in yours. the late nights together always end up in conversations about how christmas will be when you two have your own family. suddenly, the future looks bright.

❅ steve vows to never let his kids feel alone on christmas like he did. he decides it the second you discuss it. he will never be too busy, he will never be away, he will never be too tired. the magic isn’t in santa claus or presents. the magic is in the people who make it. steve wants to make it for his babies, for you.

❅ steve hangs a mistletoe and makes sure he walks under it with you every chance he gets. you pretend to be annoyed, but you can’t help but break into a soft smile when he presses a sweet kiss on your lips. he won’t let you break the rules of the mistletoe, ever. he tells you he wants to leave it up all year. you giggle at that.

❅ steve cries on christmas eve. the kids do a gift exchange, sweet and thoughtful presents being passed around. steve loses it when he opens a gift that you and dustin picked out for him. it’s a watch to replace that one that got broken when steve and dustin roughhoused too hard. steve tries to cover his face to shield his tear-ridden eyes from the group. you can’t help but hug him.

❅ steve doesn’t want to let go of you that night. the two of you stay up until the sun rises. you tell him stories of your past christmases, family traditions, your favorite gifts you’ve received. he can’t help but admire you as you reflect. he may have had some rocky christmases, but right now, the christmases to come seem more hopeful.

❅ steve finally gets to see you open the gifts he’s been so excited about. he studies your reactions, chuckles when you hug him excitedly, kisses your cheek when you get emotional over one. he picked out a beautiful bracelet and had the inside engraved. “i love you, my magic girl. - s” you can’t help but breakdown into tears. you sit for a while, holding each other.

❅ steve doesn’t even notice when it starts snowing, but he’s quick to pull you to your feet. he tells you to bundle up. he makes you wear a t-shirt, his hoodie and then another puffer jacket on that. not to mention, three layers of pants. when he’s convinced both of you will stay warm, he pulls you outside. you both bask in the new christmas day snow. you have snowball fights, make snow angels, make a snow man. steve uses his gloved finger to write your initials side by side in the powder.

❅ correction, christmas is definitely steve’s favorite holiday again, thanks to you.

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a/n - thank u guys so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed! merry christmas!