Set after the events of season 2 Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader, Steve is absolutely whipped for Dustin’s sweet and innocent sister and hated seeing her saddened expression when Dustin tells her what happened to her cat. Steve shows up unannounced a few days later to gift her a kitten. afraid to mess up another relationship he intends to take it slow and serious with his sweet innocent girl, only to find out she isn’t as innocent and is heavily turned on by his gift.
INNOCENT AS A TIGER
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pairing: steve x fem!henderson!reader
summary: after mews passed away, you were devastated and spent your days crying in bed. steve, who is absolutely head over heels for you, decides to get you a new kitten and win you over... only to find out you find the gesture very hot and you're not as innocent as it seemed
warnings: smut, cat passing away, grieve, horny/confident!reader, blowjob, big dick :), slight gagging, p in v, unprotected sex, cum
word count: 3,1k
a/n: thank u for the request ! i found it very original :) enjoy your reading ♡︎ also, while i’m writing ‘the life we almost had’, i figured i’d empty my drafts first so i can fully commit to the writing of it
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after mews passed away, nothing felt real anymore. it wasn’t just a cat, it was a companion.
the grief settled in your chest and refused to move, like something permanent had taken root inside you. dustin had to tell you how he died, and that really devastated you.
you stayed in bed most days.
not because you were tired, but because getting up meant acknowledging the silence. it meant walking past the empty corners where he used to curl up, meant noticing the absence instead of pretending it wasn’t there. in bed, at least, you could keep your eyes half-closed and exist in that hazy space between sleep and memory.
sometimes you swore you could still feel him. a light pressure near your legs. the phantom warmth of something small and alive curling into you. you never opened your eyes when it happened — you didn’t want to ruin it, didn’t want to prove to yourself that it wasn’t real.
so you stayed still.
tap.
your brow furrowed slightly, barely reacting. you sit up in bed, your eyes landing on where you think the sound has just come from.
tap. tap. tap.
it’s from the window. reluctantly, you push yourself up, almost uncomfortable after so long spent still. the room seems to shift around you as you sit there for a second, grounding yourself, trying to decide whether it’s worth it.
the tapping comes again, so you just get up and walk, unenthusiastic, towards the window.
a small exhale leaves your lips as you drag yourself out of bed, your steps quiet against the carpet.
and then pull the curtain aside, revealing him.
steve.
you and he knew each other but never had a chance to chat for long. he was often at your house for dustin, and he even witnessed the moment when he had to tell you the passing of mews.
steve is now standing just outside, one hand braced against the windowsill, the other holding something you can’t quite make out yet. his usual perfect hair is slightly messy, like he struggled to climb up here, and there is this look on his face that is something between nervous and determined.
"hey," you hear his muffled voice through the thin glass. without hesitating further, you open the window to let him in — certainly not wanting him to slip and fall into the bushes underneath.
"wrong room. dustin’s is on the left," you let him know, thinking he’s mistaken your room with his.
"i know this is your room…" you watch him climb inside, landing heavily on the carpet and making a loud thud. he quickly catches himself to carefully check the box he’s holding, piquing your interest in its content.
"i’m not here for dustin." you stare at him, your eyes moving on his figure from head to toe, trying to figure out why he’s here. he has that usual smirk on his face, but his eyes are soft — telling a different story. he looks like he’s about to give a speech in front of a thousand people. in fact, his palms are sweaty, the tips of his ears have reddened, and you can hear his loud gulps.
"i was about to go to bed, you could’ve told me—"
he interrupts you, lifting his finger. "it’s okay… i just wanted to give you something."
you’ve been so focused on his expression, that you didn’t even notice his clothes. the denim jacket, the elegant shirt underneath, the black jeans, the fancy shoes… you’ve never seen him all this ‘dolled up’ before.
he hands you the cardboard box. your gaze shifts before it settles back on him. specifically, on his eyes. you’re trying to make out what’s going on in that little head of his.
"what is this?"
"open it. i don’t want to rush you… but it’s better if we don’t wait too much longer," he leaves the hint hanging. now you are very curious of what’s in the box. you carefully take it in your hands, holding it like it says ‘fragile’ or something, and you slowly — almost scared — lift the top.
something brushes against your hand, and when you look more attentively, you see a small kitten curled up inside.
it meows.
oh. my. god.
"do you like it?" steve’s voice brings you back to reality — soft, questioning, and nervous.
"steve, i…"
once again, he intervenes. "i hated seeing you all sad after mews’s passing. so i figured i’d get you another cat."
you’re left speechless, but it’s not a problem, since steve keeps talking — "she was in an animal shelter. her mom unfortunately failed to recognize her as her own. thought i’d give her a new mama."
you can’t even exactly process what he’s saying.
bla bla bla.
your mind struggles to keep up, but your body… it reacts differently.
"what do you think? her name’s angel — kitty angel… for a pretty angel."
you’ve never had someone do something like this for you, let alone being this much attentive to your emotions, wishes, and preferences. dustin had mentioned an arrogant steve — some kind of prick who used to break hearts and drive around in his BMW with loud music.
but he just healed your broken pieces. he’s just gathered all the fragments of your heart and stitched them back together. and now it pumps harder than it ever has. every beat is louder than the previous. and maybe he’s even noticed.
"pick her up. you need to bond," he breaks the silence. the small kitten looks up at you with those big eyes. not a single thought behind, though. she’s so little.
then you feel it — the sudden rush of adrenaline, your breath hitching as warmth begins to spread low in your stomach. it catches you off guard, confusing, misplaced. steve thought of you. he chose this for you. you keep repeating it to yourself, as if it might make sense of what you’re feeling. he watches you hesitate before you finally take her out of the box and in your hands. she fits in one palm.
meow.
"she’s adorable," you say as you bring her little muzzle to your lips, kissing her nose softly as she meows again in protest, but doesn’t pull away.
"i’m glad you like her."
he’s looking at you like he’s waiting for permission. you gently place angel on your bed, letting her set among your pillows and plushies.
you don’t even realize you’ve moved until the space between you two disappears. it’s instinctive — a shift of your weight — but suddenly he’s right there, close enough that you can see the uncertainty in his gaze flicker when he notices.
and that’s what does it.
because he doesn’t step away, neither fills the silence. he just waits. your hand finds his sleeve before you can second-guess it, his breath catches — you feel it, see it — and the sound is enough to undo the last thread of hesitation inside you.
"thank you," you whisper, softer than you meant to.
his gaze drops to your mouth for half a second. you rise onto your toes, your arms finding their way around his neck — hand gripping his hair, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him gasp against your lips.
the kiss is barely there at first — a question, another ‘thank you’, but he kisses you back, and you can’t help but deepen it.
"y/n, babygirl…" he barely whisper, though you have no intention of pulling away.
it almost sounded like beg. a surprised whimper.
you ignore it, allowing your tongue to tap his bottom lip, asking for entrance that he instantly gives it to you. it’s just a matter of seconds before he’s picked you up and settled you down onto your vanity — lips smacking like there’s no tomorrow.
"that was sexy," you murmur with a newfound seduction. you could swear you saw him blush.
"you think so?" he chuckles, resting his forehead against yours.
you hum, nodding. "you are sexy," you tell him, emphasizing the word ‘you’.
"and you are less innocent than i thought," steve laughs softly, his hand sliding down to grip your hip firmly.
"what did you think?"
"that you were a pretty little doll. genuine, sweet… innocent, yeah."
as he speaks, you don’t give him time to add more — already sliding off the surface to kneel down in front of him. his eyes almost pop out of his face. eyebrows rise high and his mouth opens but no words come out.
"wow… hey, what are you—"
his body goes completely still, like he’s forgotten how to react. his eyes stay locked on you, widening more, disbelief flashing across his face as the image registers properly.
this isn’t exactly what he expected. not from you. not from the girl he’d been treating like something delicate and breakable. you don’t look away, neither you hesitate. and that’s what makes his expression change — the shock settles into something more intent, as if he’s realizing he’s been wrong about you this entire time.
his gaze drops again, then returns to your face, recalculating everything he thought he knew.
"you fooled me," it’s all he manages to say.
you smirk, your tone shifting to a more mocking, playful one, "i fooled no one. i’m as innocent as this kitten," you nod at angel, who’s minding her business on your sheets.
steve scoffs, his hand reaching to tangle in your hair as he looks down at you. "innocent as a tiger, maybe."
"still a feline at least." your words undo him, his eyes closing briefly in the tension and arousal.
oh, you know he’s aroused. you have proof right under your nose, straining against the pants — it’s a bulge growing more noticeable every passing second. very difficult to ignore. your hand grips it — nails pressing not hard enough to actually hurt, and steve chokes out a whimper.
"definitely a tiger…" he brushes a finger under your chin.
you waste no further time and unbuckle his leather brown belt that’s holding his pants. you’re confident in what you’re doing, your movements rushed due to the arousal, but not too much to seem careless or abrupt. he watches you through his eye lashes — his half-lidded eyes fixed on your silhouette as you yank his jeans down, pooling at his ankles.
"you’re dirty," he mutters.
"mhhm," you answer, non-committed and clearly too engrossed in undressing him. he breathes out a laugh at your concentrated expression.
your fingers hook into the waistband of his black boxers, dragging them down to join his jeans. steve is breathing more loudly, his hand tightening on your hair, as if he’s trying to pull you where he wants you the most.
his cock springs free, hard and ready, leaking a small amount of precum. you look up at him to meet his eyes — they’re hungry, but he still looks surprised by the sudden reveal of your true self. his right hand wraps around the base, guiding it to your mouth. you don’t immediately suck on it, instead, you kiss its tip, making steve hiss in pleasure and stiffen his hand around a clump of your hair he had grabbed earlier, likely creating a knot.
"you’re a menace, that's what you are," he states through gritted teeth.
correct.
in reply, you just smirk, enjoying this banter between you two, even though your actions are everything but playful.
you pepper kisses all along his dick now, but steve can't take it anymore. "please, y/n, don't play with me."
"i'm not playing," you mutter against his shaft. "i am just building up some tension."
"the tension was already built, thank you. take it down your throat, now will you?"
meow.
your new kitten demands attention, turning towards you and starting to make biscuits on your blanket.
"oh goddamn it, the cat," he throws his head back in defeat and annoyance.
"don't you dare speak bad about angel."
"i didn' t say anything, though i would rather not have her see us while doing this. what do you think?"
you chuckle.
before angel can protest again, you get onto your feet and pick her up, taking her to a nearby box so she can play unbothered, but most of all, not watch you.
steve remains there, almost rigid. his cock is hanging between his legs, still incredibly hard and horizontal. he tries to cover himself with his hands for some reason.
when you're back to him and on your knees, you finally take him all into your mouth. steve lets out a loud whimper he quickly masks with a more masculine groan. his hand finds its way back into your hair. "oh my god... just like that."
you eyes redden instantly, his cock must be 9 inches or something — your throat is not really used to such a size. but it looks like steve loves it when you slightly gag on him. he doesn't push you further — he would never — but you can see his hips fighting back the urge to buckle forward.
"jeez, you're good, baby," he moans, only spurring you on.
you double your efforts, taking him deeper — if possible. his leaking tip brushes against the back of your throat, and you gag again before relaxing your muscles and getting used to it. his balls caress your chin, roughly and shamelessly.
"ngh," is the only sound that you manage to make. steve smirks lazily, clearly amused by how he’s wrecking you but also too much into a sensation of pure bliss.
his knuckles turn white as he grips harder on your hair, and you give it all, before abruptly pulling away. a string of saliva connects your bottom lip to the veiny tip of his cock.
"what are you doing?" his voice trembles, but not more than his legs, which are barely keeping him balanced.
"lie down on my bed," you order. a wave of panic mixed with surprise flashes before his eyes before subduing, letting something hungrier settle in his expression.
he’s already following your demand, "are you serious?" he asks as he sits down on the edge. instead of replying, you just crawl to his direction and climb onto his lap. his breath hitches in his throat once again.
"yeah, innocent kitten, my ass."
you scoff.
"you haven’t seen anything yet, why getting scandalized now?" your hands find their way on his chest, which is now puffing out and showing off his pecs — either because he wants to look bigger or because he’s just forgotten how to breathe. although it’s more likely to be the second option. his are on your hips trying to guide you, and your crotches meet.
steve can’t help but dry hump you, leaning in to leave a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses down your jawline.
"are you going to ride me, baby?" he whispers into your ear. you shiver.
his impatient hands reach for the waistband of your pajamas pants, and delicately push them down. you look down at him and he melts at the sight, incapable of resisting your gaze.
"you’re so beautiful, you know that?"
you smile, letting your lips meet once again. his rough fingers slide your panties aside to free the path for his cock. he guides you down, and you let him. your breath’s hard against his neck.
"ohh, god," he moans as your warm walls envelop him completely. you sink all the way down, somehow. steve is on cloud nine.
"yes!" you force your vocal cords to emit any sound in attempt to soothe the overwhelming pleasure. his hands greedily move to your ass to squeeze and roughly grab, claiming you silently. you love this — having him beneath you as you fuck yourself on his dick.
"take it as a ‘thank you’ for the kitty, huh," your lips touch his ear lobe as you murmur, then you bite it playfully.
steve only lets out a whimper — no longer ashamed of his sounds — before he hums in agreement. "yeah, i will."
he finally lies down, his back hitting the mattress behind, making him lightly bounce. but you’re already there on him, speeding up your pace as you lose yourself in the pleasure.
"i’m sorry… uhh… you edged me earlier… i’m close already," he pants. you’re not upset — after all, it’s his reward. so you keep going, trying to help him reach his climax.
you're connecting together. something in the air switches, and soon enough, it is not just a matter of playfully rewarding him, though, it's getting more and more intimate. you cling to him after he has decided to fully undress you, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, still gathered aside. you do the same thing to him, revealing his hairy chest. now steve's pressed against you completely, almost as if he wants to merge with you. he suddenly flips you over and rolls on top of you, spreading your legs wide as he snuggles in between. he takes your panties off completely, allowing his finger tips to brush down the smooth skin of your legs. the sex keeps going, but now he's setting the pace.
he tries his best to hold it in, but as soon as the volume of your moans increases and he feels you clamp down on him, he lets go. he pulls out in the blink of an eye, ejaculating right onto your bare belly.
"oh my... steve," you pant, watching him through lidded eyes. he breathes out a chuckle and falls forward, bracing himself on his forearms so he doesn't crash his weight onto you.
"this was... everything," he smiles against your neck.
it was indeed everything. the best sex of your life. oh girl, you've got him all wrapped around your finger.
more than before, if that's reasonable. he hugs you as if you're his only lifeline, then extracts himself to roll over and take you with him. you snuggle up against his side and gently lie your head on his cushiony chest.
"was i too rough? did i rush it? he asks, trying to hide a hint of nervousness in his tone.
you smile, "it was perfect, steve. stay the night."
and with that, he lifts his head quickly to check on angel, who's now peacefully sleeping in the box where you had put her, and reaches for the sheets to wrap around your bodies. he creates a soft cocoon enveloping the two of you, and closes his eyes, contentedly burying his face in your hair and smelling your angelic, doll-like scent.
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