────── ⋆⋅☆ BEST KEPT SECRET, STEVE HARRINGTON
summary. One hot morning with Steve turns into Dustin and Robin finding out that you’re in a relationship.
⭑.ᐟ This isn’t really smut BUT it’s very sweet. Dustin is a drama queen. Steve is a yearner. Henderson!reader. Secret relationship. UGH. Hope you had a good Christmas! Please interact and send requests if u have any :)
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The sunlight finally peaks through the thick curtains when your eyes barely open.
The sound of your breathing is even, like you just woke up from a dream that soothed you into forgetting the horrors of the real world.
The beige skin under your body is warm, chest rising up and down slowly like he’s still dreaming.
His arm is draped around your waist protectively, like if he lets go, you’ll disappear even in sleep.
Your head doesn’t move from his chest, if anything it might be stuck on it.
You refuse to move.
If you deserve to have your rest, so does Steve.
You try and close your eyes again, but before you can fall into another deep slumber, his arm suddenly moves up, tracing pattern on your bare arm.
‘Morning.’ He says, voice groggy, full of sleepiness.
‘Hi.’ You answer, your head perking up just enough to see him flash you a smile.
‘You sleep okay?’ He asks, a small yawn escaping his lips.
‘With you? Always.’ The answer is enough to make his heart skip a beat.
‘Good to know.’ He smiles again, this time a sense of safety engulfing him. ‘You talk in your sleep.’ He teases.
‘No I do not.’ You defend with a gasp, a small slap across his chest, propping yourself on your elbow.
‘You so do.’ He laughs. ‘I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but you couldn’t stop saying my name. Sounded nice.’ He says with sass, eyebrows wiggling subtly.
That’s enough for your cheeks to turn a bright shade of red, your hands immediately going to cover your face in embarrassment.
‘Hey, none of that. Don’t hide that pretty face of yours.’ He says, his hands quickly covering yours- pulling them on your lap, eyes still sleepy but grin miles wide.
‘Did I ruin your night?’ You ask, a small guilty smile sitting on your lips.
‘You could never.’ He shrugs it off with a hand like it was no big deal. ‘I think it’s cute.’
‘Yeah, right.’ You roll your eyes with a laugh.
‘I mean it. If you say my name in your sleep, must be ‘cause you feel safe, yeah? Or was I a total douchbag?’ He wonders, heart beating faster by the second.
‘No, you were great. You always are.’ You smile at him, and Steve swears his heart completely stops for a minute.
He stares at you, not believing he’s even here with you.
‘You’re incredible, you know that?’ He whispers like he’s afraid anyone else will hear him even though it’s only the two of you in his house.
‘You’ve said that, once or twice.’ You tease, hand instinctively resting on his bare chest.
‘How are you real?’ He says, his hand resting on yours.
Before you have the chance to come back from that, he sits up and closes the gap between you two.
Steve’s hungry suddenly.
He’s hungry for you.
For your touch.
For your taste.
His hand lands in your hair in a tangling mess, his other hand tight on your back, trying to pull you closer.
When you deepen, he loses his mind.
Steve can’t believe you are in fact real.
And you’re with him.
Outside noise is completely blocked out when your back hits the mattress, and Steve hovers.
He kisses down your jaw, your neck, your chest, hands fighting to not go too fast.
When he comes up to kiss you again, it’s tongue and teeth in a battle for who’s going to win. There’s no prize, it’s just for fun.
So no. In the middle of the chaos, you don’t hear the doorbell.
Or the frantic knocks.
And you especially don’t hear Robin’s voice echo from behind the door.
‘Harrington I swear to god! I don’t care if you’re naked I’m coming i-‘
‘Oh my god!’ Another voice rings out, this time, one you would recognize in the middle of a battlefield.
Your brother’s.
‘Ah!’ Steve screams, taken aback by the sudden interruption.
He quickly jumps over you, his blanket instinctively going to cover your barely dressed body before his own.
‘What the hell, man! Haven’t you heard of knocking? Jesus!’ His voice is loud, it cracks under pressure.
‘You? And my sister? That’s gross man!’ Dustin winces dramatically, all while Robin stands next to him, mouth wide open, forgetting to mention that they did in fact call, knock, and scream with no answer.
‘You weren’t in your bed, you weren’t picking up the phone and you were just here the whole time?’ Robin points at you and then Steve, with a smile, although looking a bit in shock.
They genuinely thought you might’ve been kidnapped. They didn’t expect to find you in Steve’s bed.
‘Get the hell out!’ You finally speak up, holding the blanket up to your shoulders, motioning them to the door.
Robin only lets out a laugh again, because she can’t believe it.
She called it.
She’s not so sure why you didn’t tell anyone, especially her.
But she’s not hurt.
If anything she’s proud.
When Robin takes Dustin’s hand and finally walk out the door, his face completely falls, almost dramatically traumatized by his own best friend having his own sister in his bed.
‘Oh my god.’ Your hands slide across your face, skin red again, head all over the place.
Steve’s laugh breaks you out of your daze.
His head hangs low, but his chest moves when he laughs.
‘That’s not funny!’ You grab the pillow next to you and hit him with it.
‘It’s a little funny.’
‘Dustin looked so traumatized.’ You say horrified.
‘Eh, he deserved it. Should’ve learned how to knock.’
‘Steve.’ You say, tone stern, but with the ghost of a smirk on your lips.
‘Hey, at least we don’t have to hide anymore. Right? He finally knows.’ He makes a point, and he’s not wrong.
You’re not sure why it was a secret in the first place.
Maybe it was the buzzy feeling everytime you snuck out to meet Steve with no one knowing, or everytime he snuck into your room to make out in the middle of the night when your brother was in the house.
Maybe it was the danger of being discovered making out in one of the many rooms of the squawk by Robin.
It just never came up.
‘Yeah. And he’s gonna hate me forever now. I’ve stained his innocence.’ That makes Steve laugh.
‘He won’t hate you. If anything, it’s me he’ll hate. Wanna bet he’ll threaten me next time I see him?’ He jokes.
‘Threaten you how, exactly?’
‘Oh you want the play by play? Okay. He’s probably gonna take me aside, look me straight in the eyes, and tell me ‘if you hurt my sister, you’re dead, Harrington.’ He’s good at that. He can be kinda scary when he wants.’
‘Okay.’ You chuckle knowing that he’s probably right.
‘But he has nothing to worry about. I’m here to stay.’ He looks at you suddenly, eyes soft and safe.
‘Is that so?’ You say biting your lip.
‘Oh yeah, totally. Keeping your heart warm forever, sweetheart.’ He says closing the gap once again, his lips sweet on yours.
‘Good.’ You whisper against his lips pulling him down into the mattress again, this time, no intention of letting anyone interrupt you.
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