Byers's girl
You were part of the Byers clan, the middle child, the precious younger sister of Jonathan. You were also, Steve's girl and Jonathon hated it. Requested here!
smut, fingering, oral f receiving, whiny steve, p in v. langauage*not proof read
Your alarm clock blared- far too loud. It was loud anyway but that morning it could've been quieter. You weren't hungover or anything, god Jonathon would have a fit if you were. You just... had a late night.
The reason for said late night shuffled and groaned into your pillow. "Turn it off," he grumbled.
You hit the clock until it stopped its ringing, looking down at the shirtless Steve Harrington in your bed. "C'mon, we gotta get up."
Steve grumbled. "Five more minutes." His arm snuck out to you, wrapping around your waist and bringing you back into the warmth of his chest and your covers.
"No, Steve-" you tried to protest before he started to convince you. A move of his bare hips against yours, his teeth nipping at your neck, hands roaming your chest. "Steve, mom's making breakfast."
He hummed as if he was listening but he pulled you further into him, holding you tight. "Five more minutes."
"I'm serious," you laughed.
"So am I."
You rolled your eyes and turned in his grasp to look at him. Through the sleep in his eyes and the mess of his hair, Steve pushed himself to lean up on his elbow, your covers slipping down his bare torso as he looked down at you. "Your hair," you chuckled, ruffling the mess of it.
He hummed, kissing you sweetly. "Hmm, and who's faults that?"
"Yours."
You remembered last night, Steve picking you up from school to go catch a film, bringing you back late in fits of laughter and roaming hands. You'd taken him to your room, turned on the music and spent all night in complete love with him.
When under the disguise of night you could have Steve to yourself. Without anyone bothering you, moms smothering you or brothers to question motives.
After all, it was no secret Jonathon Byers disliked Steve Harrington.
Steve had spent most of the night down on the bed, your head nestled between his thighs or on top, riding him slow and steady, taking all the time in the world until you were both a withering mess.
You shook your head against his lips. "Yours."
Steve broke away, looking down at you. For a moment, it looked like he was going to argue but his eyes softened. "You're so beautiful."
If Jonathon could see how Steve looked at you he'd never have any reason to doubt the kind of relationship the two of you had.
Steve flattened himself against you until you could feel the half-hardness of his stock stirring against your hot core. He moved atop you, caging you into the bed with no way of escape. Your hands crawled up his shoulders, pulling him in.
His hand slithered under you to your backside, squeezing the skin until you gasped and he could swipe his tongue into the warmth of your mouth. "I- I need you," he panted.
"But breakfast-"
"Screw breakfast, I need you." Steve kissed you like you were the only thing he'd be eating-
The door creaked open.
"Dude, what?!" you pushed Steve off you quickly, the both of you scrambling to cover yourself up.
Your little brother stood in the door way, taking up most of the space with his height the closer he got to seventeen. A hand covered over his eyes. "Mom's been calling you for food for five minutes."
"Jesus, Will, do you knock?" you complained. "You can open your eyes by the way."
He did so but kept his eyes up to your eyes. "Breakfast is getting cold," he said, quickly leaving.
"Door!" you called.
But it wasn't Will that tracked by to close your door, Jonathon was making his way by and paused in front of your door. He offered you a small morning smile, peeking into the mess that usually was his room. The curl of his lips dropped when he noticed the Steve shaped lump in your bed.
Steve stretched out. "Morning, Byers."
Your older brothers eyes were less than warm when they looked back at you and closed the door gently.
"Great."
Steve pushed the covers off him, walking around to gather his clothes thrown about the place and dress. "Breakfast will be fun."
You both dressed quick, throwing boxers and panties to each other, pulling down shirts while you pulled Steve's hoodie over you before walking out.
Ah- a full house. There was a space between your brothers for you and Steve to slip into, across from Hopper and El who were already making their way through their Ego's.
It wasn't new, having Hopper and El around and it wasn't like they didn't know about your boyfriend, Steve 'the hair' Harrington. But there was still silence as you sat down.
"Morning everyone," you greeted with a smile.
Hopper looked from you to Steve like he was playing disapproving dad. "Morning."
"Juice, honey?" offered Joyce, ready to get the carton from the fridge.
Steve stopped her, jumping up at once. "I've got it."
Joyce settled down. "Oh, thank you, Steve."
"It's no problem."
Steve was always on his best behaviour with your mom, doing everything to get her acceptance when he already had it. He'd proven he was great with Will and his friends and had proven more than once that he was willing to lie down his life for you and your brother(s). She didn't like that him and Jonathon had got into a fight years ago, but she liked that it was Steve that came out in cuts and bruises.
He set the juice down, pouring you a glass and topping up El's before filling his own.
There was silence again.
"Did you sleep well?" your mom asked.
"Oh yeah, great nights sleep," said Steve as he set his arm on the back of your chair.
Will chuckled to himself, on account of his room being un-fortunately next to yours, Jonathon's along the way.
Jonathon and you passed a look to Will who quietened down.
Steve chuckled away his blush but his hand moved from the back of your chair to under the table, gripping your thigh tight. Whether he was nervous or still getting hard under his jeans, you couldn't quite tell.
Jonathan tried to get the conversation back onto track. "I can give you guys a lift to school on my way into work."
"Don't sweat it, man, I've got it," shrugged Steve, taking a bite of the eggs Joyce made him. "Hm, oh, great eggs Mrs Byers."
"Oh, thank you Steve. And I've said, you can call me Joyce," she smiled.
"Yeah, she's said it a hundred times, Steve, call her Joyce," Jonathon all but snapped.
You looked at him, kicking him in the shin.
He kicked right back at you.
"Hey, what's going on?" snapped your mom.
You and Jonathon looked at her. "Nothing." you both dove back into your food, just like you were children again, getting caught arguing over tapes of The Clash.
Steve straightened, his fingers digging into your jeans. "I was just saying, Jonathon, I don't have work for another hour. Plenty of time to drop them off."
"But it's not on your way, it's on mine," said your brother.
"Yeah but your shift starts before mine, I have plenty of time to drop them off."
"I can drop off my own sister."
"I'm just offering to drop off my girlfriend, it's no big deal," said Steve, smiling over at you.
You knew Steve meant well, and Jonathon probably did to. He just was better at showing how badly he wanted to get back at Steve rather than take you to school with Will and El. "Jonathon, Steve's right, he's not working till eleven. Your shift starts in half an hour."
Jonathon took a deep breath but relented. "Fine, go with Steve. I'll take Will and El."
"Or we could all just go with Steve?" Said Will, as it made more sense but there wasn't much that needed to make sense to Jonathon at that point.
"No, you'll come in my car," said Jonathon. "Let's go."
He was already up and out of his chair, ditching his plate in the sink on the way out.
Joyce sighed. "Jonathon!"
Silence invaded the table again but your appetite left the room with your brother. Steve's hand soothed you, his thumb stroking up and down with care.
"You have bruises," said El, speaking up. She gestured to your neck where blue and purple marks were blooming. "There."
Steve chocked o his eggs.
Sometimes you wished El wouldn't talk as much as she did.
"Well I think I wanna go school now, Steve?" you pushed out of your chair, getting your boyfriend to follow you quickly before Joyce or Hopper could look to closely.
Will was too busy smirking down at his plate in amusement.
"Er- ow, um, thank you for the breakfast Mrs Byer- Joyce- Joyce! It was very nice, thank you!" Steve stuttered as you grabbed both of your bags and rushed out from the house.
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It was funny, looking back at it in the car with Steve. Your makeup bag was perched in your lap as you did your best to cover up the marks that Steve had left on you. They ran down your neck all the way to your chest. You were just thankful you didn't have gym.
"My god, I'm never gonna be able to show my face again," said Steve, holding his head in his hand.
"It's your fault!" you argued.
"Mine!?"
"Yes! If you weren't so needy you might not have gone so crazy, painting me like you're god damn Bob Ross!"
Steve scoffed. "What? Like you weren't enjoying it."
"Well I'm paying for it now," you said, patting down more powder on the marks. "God, I hope Jonathan didn't see, he'll kill you."
"Please-"
"Do I have to remind you when he beat your ass-"
"That was years ago and that was different you know it," said Steve, turning down a bend. "If we were to ... you know... get down to it now I would-" he glanced your way and caught the narrowing of your brows and the glare- "not hurt him because he's your brother."
You nodded, soothing your gaze. "Thank you."
"But do I not get some slack?" asked Steve, rubbing the stress away from his forehead. "Yes I was a dick back then but I think I'm better now."
You had to admit it, you'd never have considered dating the guy that beat up your brother and smashed his camera. You were dating that Steve that realised his wrongs and ditched all his ways, the Steve that always got your mom and Will Christmas presents, and always got Jonathon more camera equipment around that time of year. You dated the Steve that learnt to do your hair because your arms ached when you did it, the one that held you every night because you were terrified you'd wake with Will missing again or monsters crawling through your walls.
You were dating the Steve you loved.
You smiled. "A lot better."
Steve glanced your way and took your hand, kissing the back of it before dropping it in his lap.
The drive the rest of the way was silent but content.
Steve pulled up front of the school, students already piling in. He cut the engine and tugged your hand till you looked his way. "Hey, why don't you come round mine tonight? My parents are gone till Monday, it'll just be us."
"Just us?" you asked, teasing him with the raise of your brows.
"Yeah. You know, we can... study," he lifted his shoulders.
"Study?"
Steve glanced down to your lips. "Yeah study. Whole place to ourselves," he leant in, the hot breath of his mouth ghosting over your ear as he whispered. "Study in the living room... the kitchen... the pool."
"The pool?" you teased as his teeth nipped at your skin. "Won't I get wet?"
"Hm, that's what I'm hoping for."
You moved your head back, smashing your lips to his so hard that you could feel the indent of his teeth. But neither of you cared as Steve released your seatbelt along with his, the both of you scrambling over the console to get a hold of each other. His hands were firm around your neck, yours tangling in his hair at once and tugging till he whined.
"Baby," he mumbled against your lips. "Baby we gotta stop or-"
You kissed him, never relenting. "Or what?" You whispered, voice dropped low.
Steve smirked against you. "Or you’re not getting to class on time."
"Bummer."
Steve surged for you, drawing you close, so close you were seconds away from climbing over the console when there was a honk from a car parking right up next to you.
"What the-"
"Geez-"
You both turned, looking out your window and finding Jonathon, red in the cheeks, fumbling with his seatbelt.
Steve deflated in his seat, shaking his head. "Oh, come on."
You winded the window down as Jonathon got out the car, almost throwing his car door into Steve’s. It would’ve been a big thing. There was only one thing Steve loved more than you. His car. "Jonathon, what?"
El and Will got out, sneaking their way into school, glancing over their shoulder in case they missed anything that was about to happen.
"Nothing," he said. "Just making sure you get to class."
"I’ve got it, Byers," said Steve.
"Really? Cause that’s not what it looked like to me."
"Jesus, what I can’t kiss my girlfriend bye before school?"
Jonathon spluttered. "Not the way you were doing it, no!"
"Alright-" you got out of Steve's car with no announcement. You stood across from your older brother, folding your arms over your chest. "This has got to stop, Jonathon."
"He's-"
"He's with me," you said. "I get it, okay, I do, you don't like Steve for past grievances and cause he dated your girlfriend. You think I like that, I don't-"
Steve stepped out the car, loitering with his door open.
"But that's the past and I love him," you said.
Jonathon gulped, the muscles in his jaw moving as he clenched. His eyes looked past you to Steve. There was almost something sheepishly sorry in his gaze then.
"I love him so much," you tell him, knowing Steve was behind, listening, perhaps feeling guilty with how you had to defend your love because of the douche-bag he was before. You took your brothers hand. "And I love you so much. I respect that you don't always like Steve but for my sake please can you at least act happy for me."
"I am happy for you, I just... I..." he trailed off because there was nothing else he could say to defend himself and his feelings. "I don't want you to get your heartbroken. I couldn't bare it."
Your brothers heart was big, bigger than most would understand. The both of you had looked after each other, especially with your mom's keen eyes always on Will, it was important Jonathon looked after you and you him.
It was just now, you also had Steve to look out for you.
Jonathon wasn't used to that.
You squeezed your big brothers hand once more before letting it go. "I've got to go to class now, okay? I'll see you at home tonight, we can watch a film or something?"
Jonathon took a deep breath and nodded, backing to his car. "Alright. Sure. Just... get to class, and stop making out in the parking lot. Kids go here."
Steve walked around his car, glum in expression with your bag in hand. He mocked a salute. "Will do, Byers."
Jonathon reversed out the space slow, giving Steve one more careful glance. He drove off and Steve fell back against his car.
"You're not coming around tonight?" he pouted.
You rolled your eyes and leant next to him. "I wouldn't miss alone time with you for the world."
Steve's brows furrowed. "But you said you were catching a movie."
"Watching a movie doesn't take all night, Steve," you said, reaching over to sooth the crease between his brows. "Pick me up at nine?"
Realisation dawned on him and slowly, he broke out into a grin. "I love you."
"I know," you said. You figured spending time with your brother would ease tensions. No Steve, just you and the family. That way, you could spend a weekend un-interrupted with him.
Steve slung your bag over your shoulder, kissing you sweetly before he left you to the rest of the day.
And for the rest of the day he was left dreaming about all the things he'd do to you when he had you alone.
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Jonathon had picked a horror film, which was no surprise to you.
Even if you jumped at every pounce of the music and flinched every time there was a jump scare, Jonathon loved these films. He loved to see you scared and then laugh, breaking down what was actually happening, the melted bubble-gum or smoke machine they used for the effects. It seemed he knew every camera trick.
Will and El sat on the floor, a bowl of popcorn and plate of Ego's shared between them.
The movie ended by eight, when the sun was setting and you were left with jitters in your skin.
But your torture had the desired effect as Jonathon was laughing, smiling, forgetting you were dating the 'worst guy on earth' in his opinion. You went to bed, exhausted from school and Jonathon was happy to let you go.
By nine, Steve was dragging you through the door of his house, pushing you up against it and slamming it shut in the progress. His lips were quick on yours, prying them apart until your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, drawing it out in a moan.
"Oh, baby, I've missed you," he groaned, hands cupping your neck as he slid his tongue in your mouth, fighting to own it.
Your lips curled into a grin as you tilted your head back. "You saw me this morning."
Steve pulled away and smiled at you, peeling off his jacket. "Tell me about it."
Your hands were clumsy as they pushed Steve's jacket from his shoulders, wrapping you arms around him to draw him in.
Steve kissed your neck, hands in your hips as he dragged you away from the door and through his house. Neither of you were letting up, stumbling your way in as Steve kept one hand on you, the other searching around the wall for a light switch. "I can't-"
"What?" you mumbled, hands, fiddling with his belt.
"The light."
Steve looked aside to find the light switch, turning them on but you'd already dragged your lips down his neck, biting playfully at his flesh. His large hand held the back of your head, keeping you there a moment longer until your hand ran over the clothed harness of his cock. He fisted your hair and pulled enough to get your lips again.
His hands pulled at your top, yanking it over your head and throwing it aside. You both found your way up against another wall, gasping at the cold press of it.
Your dragged your hands under Steve's shirt, feeling the hardness of his back and the hairs on his chest.
Steve's tongue ran over yours, making a mess of your mouth while his fingers pulled at your jean buttons, getting them lose enough to slide his hand in and feel how wet you were. "Oh baby," he cooed.
Your mouth was stuck agape as he wasted no time, sliding two fingers into you. Your breath came out shaky, taken by Steve who was so close his nose nudged yours. His fingers pumped close, coaxing out your want.
"St-Steve."
"Tell me you love me," he said, his fingers steady, his thumb ghosting your clit. There, without putting any pressure there.
"I-I love you."
He kissed you quick as you moved your pussy into his hand, grinding, stealing his breath as much as he was yours. "I love you," his words were lost in lips and tongue.
His thumb pressed into your clit, circling it.
You humped his hand quick, aching for the feel of it all. Everything he could give you.
You panted, the feeling of your orgasm dawning too soon. "Steve!"
He withdrew his hand and lost no time. He dropped to his knees with a thud, pulling your jeans and panties down in one immediately and shoving his face between your thighs.
"Ah-"
Steve grabbed your hand that sort for anything to hold onto and pushed it into his hair. He did it all without a break in his devotion to making you come with his tongue and lips. He moaned into you, his tongue diving between your folds, sucking.
"Jesus, Steve." You bit down on the back of your hand.
Steve flicked your clit once, pulling away and pressing a kiss to your thigh. "We're alone," he reminded you, kissing over your folds. His ran his thumb between it. "We're alone, you can moan."
You dropped your hand, eyes squeezing shut as you leant your head back. You'd always been so quiet, Steve sneaking into your room or the supply room at family video. The idea of making as much noise you liked was too good a dream.
Steve grabbed your calf, helping it out the last of your jeans and throwing it over his shoulder. He sucked, slurped, anything he could and the noises around the entry to his home were damn right pornographic. He moaned into you, feeling the vibrations.
He held your thigh, fingers digging in until the skin around your leg was bleaching white. Steve whined into you. "Please moan."
What Steve Harrington wanted, Steve got...
You moaned, lips pursed but when he sucked on your clit, diving his fingers into you and curling you were left breathless against the wall of his family home. "Bab-baby-"
He nodded. "That's it baby, come on, come on my face please," he practically whined. "Please, I love you so much, please-"
Your hands combed back his hair as you un-knowingly pushed his head into your pussy as you came down. If it wasn't for the grip he had on your thighs you'd have slumped right there.
Steve took his time, slower in cleaning up the mess you made, letting you catch your breath. When your chest stopped heaving he slowly took away his fingers and knelt back.
If your brother knew it wasn't just love Steve had for you, it was damn right devotion, he'd never have questioned his intents.
Steve pulled off his shirt as he got to his feet, pulling off his belt and shoving down his trousers.
You, on the other hand, went down to the floor, shaking off the last of your clothes and un-clasping your bra, throwing it over to the front door.
You crawled the last of the way to Steve, sinful.
"Baby, no, no," said Steve panicked as you set back on your heels, right in front of his hard cock. "I want to- be inside you."
It wasn't that Steve didn't like head, he loved it. Your tongue, him hot and heavy but he preferred it when it was on a bed or on his carpeted floor, not the hard wood down stairs.
You didn't object. You didn't try to unleash him. You just laid your head against his cock, rubbing it like it was pillow. Your greatest comfort.
Steve's mouth was agape but he didn't know what to say. He combed his hair back, head throwing back in the air. "God- fu-fuck baby. You're so good, so, so good. My favourite girl... only girl," he mused as you rubbed your face against him, licking up and around without even taking him out. There was a bead of pre-cum leaking at his head and you collected it through his boxers.
As your fingers dipper past the elastic Steve grabbed your arms and forced you up. He kissed along the bruises he left the night before, holding you steady as your body curved into his.
"Where do we begin?" you asked, breathless as your eyes closed in bliss. You felt him grin against your neck.
He guided you by the hips, leading you to the living room and guiding you onto the edge of the sofa. He sat you on the edge and kissed you again, slower, feeling the edges of your mouth and sharing each others taste between them.
You helped him out of his boxers.
The both of you were bare, bathed in only the light from the hallway.
Steve looked all around you, hair falling in front of his eyes. "Tell me you love me."
You never got tired of saying it, he always needed to ask. "I love you. You're so good to me."
"Always gonna be good for you," he said. He wrapped his hand around his cock, edging it close to your pussy. He ran it up and down, using your orgasm to lubricate him up. The both of you shuddered at the ghost of the feeling that could be. "Want to be a better man for you. Gonna make you so proud."
"I am, Steve. I am. Please just," you arched your back, close to falling off.
"Please what?" he asked, smiling down at you.
Your eyelids were hooded, eyes dark as you looked up at him. Your hands ran down the smooth of his back, taking his ass and helping him inside of you.
It was always a stretch with him. The delicious burn before the pleasure took over. It was always slow then it wasn't but it was always, always, love.
Steve eased into you and eased out before the thrusts began. Before he held a hand on the small of your back and another under thigh to rock into you, hips snapping into yours as you stretched around him.
He said be as loud as you could but the both of you were gasping in pleasure, maybe moaning here and there before your lips met and it began again.
Steve rested his forehead against yours, rocking into you. He had your ass in the palm of his hands (literally), urging you up and down his length.
"St-Steve-" you held onto his shoulders.
His face was screwed up in concentration, to at least try and last a little longer. He'd been waiting... well, since this morning to have you. "I know, I'm gonna," fuck, with your warmth enveloping him, he didn't stand a chance. "I'm gonna-"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a sudden quick pounding on his front door that rattled the house and both of you.
Steve stilled.
The pleasure wasn't lost in its entirety, after all you were still wrapped around him but the moment was lost.
"What the hell?" you mumbled.
"It's probably nothing," he said but settled you down on the edge.
The both of you had been through enough to know that the good things came fleeting and never lasted. A pounding like that at the door was never a good thing.
Steve could feel your anxiety. Had someone gone missing? Were the monsters from your nightmares since you were sixteen back? He eased out of you. "Hey, hey, it's probably nothing."
The pounding was still there though.
You set yourself down quick on your feet, stumbling only slightly as you grabbed the first shirt you got.
It took Steve a moment longer to collect himself. "Wait- baby, hold on-" he grabbed his boxers, throwing them on and tumbling after you.
But you were already at the door and swinging it open in only Steve's shirt.
Steve was behind you a second later and-
Jonathon.
The three of you were all left in silence. You, half dressed in Steve's shirt that was luckily like a dress to you. But Steve on the other hand was sweaty and hard in only his boxers.
"Sh-shit." Quickly he stepped behind you, using your body as a shield. "What the hell are you doing here Byers?"
It took a second for him to explode.
"You were missing and I find you here!"
There was a call of static.
Walkie Talkie.
"Jonathon do you have eyes on your sister?" Dustin's voice called through.
Your brows shot up. "You called a search party?"
"We didn't know where you were!"
"Take a guess!" you snapped. "Maybe try calling before getting half of Hawkins on the case!"
"I did call!" he yelled. "Five times!"
You and Steve were silent, stuttering.
"We were, um..." Steve brushed back his hair. "Busy."
Jonathon swung back, stressed, a hand to his head like their mom when she was lost in the moment. "Why didn't you just say you were going?"
"Well you haven't exactly been keen for me to be with Steve!"
"No, I haven't and I'm still not!" he argued. But there was only so much of an argument he could have with you when you both stood there hardly dressed. His chest rose and fell with his breaths. "But I'd rather know you're safe then..."
Guilt ate at passion inside of you. Rather then thinking you were missing.
You gripped the door to keep yourself steady. You always wanted to know your brothers plans- both, so you could pin point where they'd be and when so nothing would ever happen to either of them ever again.
You hadn't even considered it when you took Steve's hand and snuck out your window. "I'm sorry, I should've told you."
Jonathon didn't look anywhere else but your eyes. Slowly, he nodded. "Me too," he said. "Sorry you felt like... you couldn't tell me."
The three of you stood there, something like bonding happening while Steve was still in boxers you'd been licking at moments ago. And the thought had him stirring in them again.
The walkie crackled again. "Jonathon! Do you copy?"
"My god, will you shut that up!" said Steve. "The last thing I want to hear right now is Henderson's voice."
Jonathon did so, simply saying he found you safe, with Steve. It was a mercy he didn't mention the lack of clothing. He backed away from the door, stuck in his un-sure ways of leaving you or taking you back. "Just... just get it over with and come home in the morning."
Steve grabbed the door above your head. "Yep, can do, thank you, Byers!" he called, waving.
Jonathon paused but not with anger. There was a blush at his cheeks and he reached into his jacket, his wallet coming out next. He threw something back at you.
You caught it before you realised what it was. "Oh, Jonathon!"
A condom. Seriously?!
"Just- if you're gonna do it, be safe."
The three of you parted ways, you and Steve safe inside and making sure he was in the car and driving away before you gave up.
Steve plucked the protection from you. "Ha, who knew he had it in him."
"Steve," you complained, throwing the door shut.
"Did he think I don't have enough?"
The talk about the condom your brother gave your boyfriend was almost enough to put you out the mood. Almost...
Steve drew you back into him, still hard. He tugged the collar of his shirt down to kiss along the base of your neck. "Where were we?"
Thank you so much for the request, it was so fun and I can't wait for more :)













