#st steve

Steve Harrington x Dustin’s sister!reader

Summary: Steve helps Dustin’s older sister learn some basic self-defense, and the two of them end up growing a little closer in the process.

Word count: 655

Notes: no season 5 spoilers :)

Steve had reached that conclusion exactly ten seconds before saying it out loud. Laying upside down on the couch of his house with his best friend draping her legs on top of him.

“Is that what you were thinking about?” Robin asked, not lifting her eyes from her book.

“Yeah, it just makes sense.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Steve hummed thoughtfully. Did he want to talk about it? Was it important enough? Did it change anything?

“I feel the same,” he said. “I thought being gay would feel different.” For a second, Steve was sure Robin would tell him that was a stupid thing to think.

“Are you gay?” Robin asked instead, because she is Robin. She was able to ask something in a judgemental tone without being judgy.

“I'm not straight.” he repeated.

“Pretty sure there are more than two options.” She explained with a joking tone. It was lucky, she thought, that she found a zine hidden in a library when she visited her aunt in Indianapolis.

“How do I know what I am?”

“I don't know, actually,” she said, putting her book down. “I've never seen what the big deal with men is.” Robin explained, crossing her arms. “That's how I knew.”

“I definitely see the big deal with women,” Steve responded simply.

“What about men?”

“I think I always saw the big deal, I just pretended it did not exist.” Steve explained.

“Oh, sweet old denial.” She teased. “How do you feel about this?”

“I would feel better if I had better taste.” Steve deadpanned, causing Robin to laugh and kick him. He slid out of the sofa dramatically to the floor. “Kicking me while I'm most vulnerable, Buckley? I see your game.”

“I have been bidding my time to find your weak spot, Harrington.” Robin joked lightly, jabbing Steve’s legs with her foot. “You will fall, Steven!”

Steve retaliated by pulling her into the floor.

“Look who's falling now?”

“Whatever,” Robin pushed herself to sit upward, sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa. Steve mimicked her with his back against the coffee table. “Who is the guy?” she asked.

“I don't wanna tell you,” Steve whispered, more out of respect for their tradition than anything else. “You’ll make fun of me.”

“Of course I will,” she whispered back. Steve reached for her hand to intertwine their fingers and she held him without batting an eye. “That’s kinda my job as your soulmate.” Steve chuckled. “I have to make sure whoever it is doesn’t mess up our vibe, you know?” He didn’t.

“I’m sure he won’t."

"Are you really gonna make me guess?" Steve lit up at the suggestion. Before he could speak, Robin continued "I'm not gonna guess, just tell me."

"Are you afraid of getting it wrong and looking like a fool?" He teased.

"It's Eddie." She answered less than a second later.

Steve did not respond, shocked at her quick response.

"Who's the fool now, Steve?" The smile on her face was infectious to Steve, who poker her with his foot.

"How did you do that?"

"By having eyes."

"What do you think?" She closed her eyes and hummed as Steve waited for her response.

"I think he looks at you the same way you look at him."

"I should ask him out."

"I can be your wingman!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, my god, yes!"

"We have to make a plan," Robin yelled. She jumped to her feet, letting go of Steve's hand, and dashed up the stairs. "I'm going to get some paper."

Steve stayed behind, sitting more comfortably on the floor, and removing the magazines they had on the coffee table off.

They made a plan, that ended in more of a disaster which is a story for another time. There is only one thing that is important.

I’m not necessarily a Steve x reader kinda guy- I prefer my steddie; however, I’m having kinky thoughts

- MDNI, SMUT, SOMNOPHILIA, UNPROTECTED PIV, FINGERING, DADDY/PUPPY, SLAPPING, CHOKING, SQUIRTING, CREAMPIE, PERV!STEVE, PERV!X-READER, FEM POV

Okay, I think that’s all the warnings…

I haven’t proofread this, I’m way to fucking 🍃 for that- it’s a miracle I even wrote all this

Oh, also, this is really long

Okay have fun

Sorry I’m a perv :p -

About waking up and being so needy that even though Steve, whomst is currently sleeping next to you looks to have a bit of a bulge showing

Out of pure curiosity, of course, you just have to go reach and feel just to see, definitely not anything else

Yes, he is just big normally, but he’s definitely not fully soft right now

You peek over at his face to make sure you haven’t woken him up

You don’t want to bother him

He needs his sleep, he does enough for everyone all the time, that he shouldn’t have to worry about having to help you out

You’re a big girl. You can handle it all by yourself without daddy’s (how do we feel about that? It just kinda happened 🤷🏻) help

He’ll probably be proud of you once he wakes up and you tell him what you did

Or

Maybe he wakes up to your soaking pussy squeezing around him, only barely shifting, trying to be gentle and trying to be quiet, with your head tilted back with your overwhelming pleasure

And at the sight of you, he instinctively grabs your hips and ruts into you, rolling and grinding up into you

And without much other pretense, you look down to see his eyebrows knit together, his head tilted back, and his eyes squeezed shut. His grip tightens and his fingernails dig into the soft plushness covering your hipbones. He makes this almost growl, almost whimpering moan as he cums inside you

With that sight and that beautiful sound in your ears, you immediately follow, pussy pulsing and swallowing Steve up desperately and you cum around him

His right hand slides down your hip and his calloused thumb presses directly on your clit

You jerk like you’ve been electrocuted and immediately start to squirt

The shocked whiney moan you make in reaction to what your body is currently doing will echo in Steve’s dreams for the rest of his life

And he’s not complaining

Not one bit

Your arms started to wobble. The hands you once held your entire upper body weight that were propped you up on top of his furry chest, collapsing your entire body onto his in a sweaty heap

And… wet

Desperately trying to regain any ounce of your dignity, you scramble off of him and grab the now soggy blanket and start to gather it to take it to the washer

You immediately start apologizing

“Oh my gods I’m so sorry. That’s so gross. Ohh it’s so wet I’m so sorry” you keep repeating, face bright red “I didn’t know I could do that. I’ve never- I’m so sorry”

Steve grabs your hands that are trying to collect the soggy blanket, and pin them down at your hips

“Puppy, no. That was so fucking hot. I- I can’t even explain how sexy you are babygirl” Steve says with a breathless growl, with ever-darkening eyes has he continues to look at you with the intense heated gaze. One of lust, passion, and complete and utter adoration

Your shoulders sag with the reassurance that washes over you. You whimper a bit, a whiney little thing, and try to hide your face in his neck, embarrassed of the mess you’ve made

Steve pulls back, and angles your face to look at him

“Hmn nmh. Nope. Look at me. Hey. Look at me” he lightly slaps your face twice. Taps it, more like, and you moan whorishly at that, making him smirk, face all cocky and just emanating this dominant aura

“Awww poor thing. To drunk on me, being a dumb little puppy all for me to fuck as I please?” You nod pathetically babbling and whining, begging for more, saying you’ll be good for him

“Aww. Alright. But just because you asked so nicely”

His, now soft(er) cock slips out of you as he places you onto his left, and hitches your left leg over his right hip. His fingers start to tease their way down to your sopping mess of a pussy, causing you to whine and fight for your life to stop yourself from rutting into his hand. You did promise him you’d be good. And you’ll follow through. You don’t break promises. Especially not ones you’ve made to daddy

“Awww. You’re so wet. That’s so pathetic, puppy. You really like getting manhandled, huh, dont’cha, baby?” You can only nod in response, eyes wide with intense eagerness to take anything he’ll give you

Oh, and he gives it to you, alright

He pushes his to middle fingers into you, with absolutely no resistance, besides your walls pulsing around them, except they’re honestly also just eagerly sucking them in, so I’d say it doesn’t count

His expert fingers immediately find your g-spot and starts to make you see starts as he starts a relentless pace as he rubs it over and over again, pounding into that little spongey spot inside you

His left hand’s thumb finds your lit and brushes over it

The friction makes you jerk away and contract against him at the same time. He shushes you and brings his thumb to his lips, using his saliva as a lubricant

You’re afraid to be a freak for thinking that his spit is just deliciously and absolutely him

The thought of it excites you, and with the combination of less harshly frictional rubs, you start to tremble and squirt again, this time not stopping him, and letting him have his way. You’re his to play with, after all

And so he does

Relentlessly

He’s got you wrapped around his finger, in a pliant blabbering mess of a puddle to do with as he pleases

Pounds into you, softly teases you, edges you, overstimulates you, grabs onto your neck and squeezes has he slaps your pussy

All that fun stuff ;)

He couldn't even stand up straight as he greeted his students, yawning as he greeted each student, leaning his entire weight against the door frame, getting a worried look from the English teacher, Nancy, as she caught his eye from down the hall, he gave her a small gesture, and a tired smile, hoping she'd understand it meant they could talk at lunch.

Steve was apologizing for his yawning the entire day, and sure enough come lunch there was rapid knocking just as the last kid had walked out, he was greeted by Nancy, and Robin, the music teacher.

"Steve, you look like death! Nance, you weren't kidding!" The two of them both took seats, in the closest student desks to Steve, who was mumbling out responses as he laid his head on his desk.

"Okay, spiiilllll." Nancy dragged on, drumming against the desk excitedly. Steve sat up, with another yawn, as he took a long sip from his coffee.

"Geez, did Eddie get home from tour, and forget it was a school night, you two must've had fun!" Robin wiggled her eyebrows at Steve, as Nancy giggled behind her hand.

"Ha-Ha, Buckley. But, sort of, NO- Not in the way you two think, get your head out of the gutter, Wheeler!" Steve pointed a stern finger at her, as she gave him a suggestive look. "He greeted me when I got home, we finished our fun pretty early, actually, I was ready to sleep like a baby." Steve recounted, as a blush began to run up his neck, at the thought of Eddie last night.

He cleared his throat as he continued, "Eddie, still jet lagged, got the great idea to invite his old bandmates over, and instead of practicing in the soundproof studio that we recently added, because it "wouldn't be the same, Stevie!", they practiced heavy f-cking metal, until 4 in the morning, in the garage, which is directly under our bedroom.”

The two girls let out laughs, and gave Steve a sympathetic nod. "So, I didn't get a wink of sleep, didn't even have time to pack myself lunch." Steve sighed as he looked at his watch, seeing he wouldn't have enough time to run into town to grab anything either.

The two girls stood, talking at the same time, "I packed some extra lunch," "You can share with me, I can't promise it'll be good, though.”

Steve stood with the girls, nodding along, as they made their way to the door to walk down to the teachers lounge. As Steve opened the classroom door for the girls, he was greeted by none other than the reason for his lack of sleep.

"Hey Sweetheart," Eddie greeted with a sweet smile, Steve groaned playfully, rolling his eyes, as the girls walked past the two of them, whispering to eachother.

"Oh! Don't forget how thin these cheap walls are, Munson!" Robin called over her shoulder, as Nancy let out another laugh. Eddie flipped her off, as he followed closely behind Steve into his classroom.

Steve sat back on his rolling chair, looking up at Eddie as he stood in front of Steve's desk. Eddie swayed back and forth, hands hidden behind his back. "I figured you probably didn't get much sleep last night-"

"Oh really? What gave it away?" Steve scoffed, taking off his round glasses, and setting them to the side.

"Well, you were grumbling all morning and threw all of your discarded outfit choices pretty roughly at my sleeping head today." Eddie listed off. Steve let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head, humming in response. At this, Eddie moved his hands from behind his back, showcasing a brown bag. "So, I thought what better way to repay my honey, than to bring him a greasy lunch full of love."

Steve reached out happily, knowing he couldn't stay grumpy when Eddie was giving him those eyes. Steve began eating, as Eddie moved around Steve's desk, taking a seat on the desk in front of him. He messed with his rings, as he watched Steve hum satisfied as he took his first bite.

"I figured you didn't have time to pack a lunch, and couldn't have you surving on coffee the whole day." Eddie continued, and Steve gave him a fond smile, nodding as he swallowed.

"You saved me from eating whatever leftovers Robin had cooked up, and was going to share with me." Steve laughed, "Last time I ate what she made me, I had to use my precious Sick Days!"

Eddied joined in on the laughter, before hooking his heel around the arm rest of Steves rolling chair, and pulling him closer, so Steve was slotted between Eddies legs, Steve let Eddie pull him, resting his elbows on his thighs, as he continued to eat his burger.

Eddie began combing his fingers through Steves hair, humming along to a instrumental they came up with last night. "Missed you, missed us." Eddie said softly, as Steve finished his burger, throwing the wrapper back in the bag, and moving closer into Eddies touch, snaking his arms around Eddies waist. "Maybe you should've used more of those precious Sick Days, so you coulda stayed in bed with me."

Steve smiled, feeling his cheeks flush. "Couple more days, and then you'll be able to bug me all of Winter break, my love." Eddie sighed, cupping Steve's face, making him look up at him. Steve kept his eyes shut, soft smile on his lips. Eddie kissed both of his eyelids, then his nose, then his cheeks, before placing one lasting kiss on his lips. He pulled away, causing Steve to whine, chasing after his lips. Eddie smiled lovingly, pressing his lips to Steves again.

The two lazily kissed as Eddie sat on Steves desk, until the bell rang, and when Steve stood and tried to pull away, Eddie pulled him closer, bringing Steve's bottom lip into his mouth, Steve giggled, pulling back softly, not being able to fully talk. "Babe- Mph, I- have to open the-mMpH the door."

Eddie shook his head, humming disapprovingly. "Five more minutes", he begged against Steves lips, keeping his arms hooked around Steve’s waist.

"They'll start knocking", Steve protested, once Eddie released his lip, and leaned up to kiss the mole on Steves exposed neck.

"Let them." Eddie mumbled, and Steve realized he wouldn't win this battle, so he stood there, wrapping his arms over Eddies shoulders, as Eddie lazily kissed along his jaw, out of love, not looking to go any further, more of I missed you kind of kisses, because he missed being home, in Steve’s arms.

The knocking started, just as Steve suspected. Only getting louder, as Eddie protested. "Steve! Open up, my sister told me Eddie's here!" Steve could hear Mike yell through the knocking, he sighed, as he pulled away, and went to open the door.

"Michael, we talked about this- It's Mr.Harrington, to you, during school hours!" Steve corrected, Mike rolled his eyes as Steve used his full name. As soon as the door was opened fully, the kids started piling in.

Dustin, and Mike running up to Steve's desk, to bombard Eddie with questions about tour, and if the kids begged Steve to let Eddie talk about tour, instead of prep for their final (Mr.Harrington, this is geography, technically, it would work perfectly! I teach History, Lucas! Are they not the same thing?), no one had to know.

Steve really only gave in, once he finally looked at Eddie (oh, cmon Stevie, you'd get to sit back and rest for a class period). So, Steve sat back, and watched fondly as Eddie talked animatedly to the class, asking Steve to display each city Corroded Coffin played at, as he spoke about it, rating the city on his “Munson Scale”. Was it educational? No. Was it useful information? Also, no. Was it entertaining? Yes.

Steve tried to lay his head on his desk, and get in a quick 30-minute nap, but was too captivated watching his Eddie entertain his students, he couldn't focus on anything, not even feeling tired anymore.

STEVE: why are you calling me at work?

DUSTIN: I need someone to pick me up from school, I'm being sent home...

STEVE: what? Why?

DUSTIN: they said that I couldn't be at school if i was only going to pick fights... some asshole was talking trash about you and eddie so-

STEVE: say no more kid... look. Ill have eddie pick you up, I'll talk to the school okay?

DUSTIN: but, your not a parent?

STEVE: You think I care? I'm not your mom for nothing. Now sit tight, Eddie will be there soon.

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EDDIE: did you at least win the fight

DUSTIN: hell yeah

two halves of one whole idiot (vickie is standing five feet away staring in confusion btw)