#strangerthingssmut

Word Count: 7992

Warnings: smut (piv intercourse, making out, fem receiving oral), fem!reder, cursing

Minors DNI

read pt 1 here

The car ride was pleasant. Neither of you were speaking but the sound of the radio on low was filling the silence. You looked out the window, fingers dancing in the wind like they had on the way to lover’s quarry. His hand was on your leg again, only this time on your thigh, pushing the skirt of your dress out of the way for his fingers to reach higher than they ever had before.

You notice that he continues straight on one road, instead of turning right that would lead you to his street. He really was taking you home. Your home. Not his. If he could, he would spend all of his time at your home. It always had someone over and he thought that it was filled with so much chaos and love, the complete opposite from his own. He would take every second he could away from his house. The only time he tolerated it was when you were there, though how were you supposed to know?

When he pulled up in front of your house, you noticed that both of your parents’ cars were still in the driveway.

“I thought they were supposed to be gone by now,” you muttered unbuckling your seatbelt. “You don’t have to come inside if you don’t want to. I know this isn’t what you’d probably planned would happen. I really didn’t think that they would still be here,” you begin to ramble.

“Nonsense,” he says and cuts the engine before getting out of the car himself. He must have unbuckled while you were paying more attention to the cars in the driveway. “I always love an excuse to see Jeff and Sandy,” he says with a smile and opens your door for you.

You both walk up your driveway, though you don’t get far away from him. His hand finds the small of your back, leading you to your own front door. Before you can even get your key to unlock it, the door flies open and your mom stands there looking stressed.

“Darling, I need your help. We needed to leave 20 minutes ago and I just can’t figure out what to wear,” your mom says and grabs your wrist, yanking you inside and out of his touch.

You look behind you and see him letting himself inside, taking his shoes off and setting them on by the door before he shuts and locks the door behind him. You give him a guilty smile as you’re being dragged up the stairs and he gives you an easy one back before he goes to find your dad in the kitchen.

“Steven,” you hear your dad call out and you let out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.

Your mom holds up a few dresses that are options for the night and you see other articles of clothing scattered around the room that she’d clearly tried on and hated.

“What happened to the dress that we’d picked out last night?” you ask, looking on the floor for the gold dress that she’d tried on for you the night prior.

“Your father decided to tell me about 2 hours ago that there was a dress code for the theater tonight and it’s black tie,” she says, rubbing her temples. “The amount of details that he forgets to share sometimes is alarming.”

“How about the dark blue one? The one that reaches the floor and has flowy sleeves?” you ask, pointing to it still hanging in her closet still.

“Is that black tie appropriate?” she asks and you shake your head yes. Most of her dresses are appropriate but you also know that she likes to be dramatic. Hell, the event didn’t start for another 3 hours. Your dad knew that this was probably going to happen and gave her the wrong time on purpose.

“I’ll tell you what, you get dressed and I’ll go get you a cup of water to help calm your nerves,” you say and leave the room shutting the door but not before you hear her yell something about needing something stronger than water.

You laugh and shake your head lightly and make your way down the hallway to the stairs so you can grab water. Before you make it to the stairs, and I mean they are in eyesight you are so close, someone grabs your hips and pulls you up against them in the hallway.

“What the h-” you’re cut off by a pair of soft lips capturing your own.

Your hands fly up into his hair on their own, you aren’t even controlling them at this point. You know that you should be careful about your parents but how could you even think about them when Steve Harrington’s got you wrapped up in his hold, kissing you so good you can’t even remember your own name.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue into your mouth to touch yours, before breaking apart from you just as fast. His cheeks have a rosy tint to them and you’re sure yours mirror them.

“What was that for?” you whisper, suddenly shy from the way he’s looking at you.

“Your dad told me to come up and check on you guys,” he whispers back.

“That makes sense,” you nod at him and remove yourself from his arms, much to your own dismay. “I need to go get her some water, do you want anything?”

“I’ll just keep you company,” he says and swings an arm over your shoulder while you go down the steps.

It’s awkward to go down side by side considering your strides are different lengths but he makes no effort to let you move away from him. Going into the kitchen, his arm leaves your shoulders and his hand finds your back again, like in the driveway.

You move around silently, grabbing a glass from the cabinet, filling it halfway with ice, and then filling it the rest of the way with water. Neither of you speaks but you do take notice of the fact that he hasn’t stopped touching you. Eventually his hand left your back, but he’d pushed a piece of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear when you bent down to get ice. His hands found your waist, chin finding your shoulder to rest on, when you were filling the cup with water. Even after the cup was full and you’d turned off the water, he still stayed like that. Neither of you moving.

“Has your mother picked out a dress yet?” you hear your dad call from the living room. His footsteps indicate he’s coming closer.

You attempt to move away from Steve but he keeps you in the same position, just moves you so you are facing the island in the middle of the room instead of towards the sink. You crane your neck in an attempt to give him a strange look but he keeps his eyes locked on your dad who just entered the room and makes conversation like this is totally normal and he isn’t acting weird.

“When I found her she was getting water for Sandy. I hadn’t heard an update on her getting ready process,” he says, shaking his head apologetically.

Yeah, because you were too busy with your tongue down my throat to ask me, dumbass, you think but feel Steve’s hands dig into your sides to get your attention. When you look at your dad you can see that he’s got an expecting look on his face which means he asked you a question, and one look at Steve’s face shows that he knows exactly what you were thinking about because his smirk is  attempting to hide the shit eating grin that would be on his face if your dad wasn’t standing there.

“I think I convinced her to wear the dress I told her about this morning,” you take a wild guess on what he was asking, and his face moves into a pleased expression indicating you guessed right. “I’m going to give this to her and hopefully convince her to come downstairs,” you say, wiggling out of Steve’s grasp and making your way back upstairs.

“So Steven,” your dad begins and you feel your neck start to flush because you can already guess that he’s going to ask about the weird ass behavior that he walked in on. “Do tell, have you heard any more of the neighborhood gossip? You have got to finish telling me about Kate Welmore and her new boyfriend.”

You hear Steve let out a breath of air, probably because he was assuming it was going to be about the same thing as you. He doesn't let his nerves show though, stepping into an easy story about your neighbor’s new boyfriend that he’d learned about when eavesdropping at Family Video. It was the only way to guarantee that he wouldn’t fall asleep while working behind the counter. You’ve already heard this story a few times before, never having the heart to tell Steve that he told you three days in a row when you went in to visit him.

When you let yourself into your mom’s room, you find her sitting at her vanity. She’s dressed in the dark blue gown that you’d originally suggested. She doesn't hear you come in, still humming to herself, a trait that you’d picked up. She’s fixing her makeup but looks effortlessly beautiful. You hope to look as beautiful as her when you’re older. She makes eye contact with you in the mirror when she sees you walking up behind her and she smiles at you.

“Ah, darling,” she says and swivels around on her stool to face you. “Did you bring me some water?”

“Of course mom,” you place the water on her vanity and grab her brush to help her fix her hair.

You brush out her hair, smoothing it to better help you put it in an updo. The amount of bobby pins scattered over the desk is hilarious but you don’t say anything, just continue to listen to her humming that started again. You end up doing a bun on the middle of her head, her bangs in the front still on her forehead smoothed down instead of the usual mess that they are. She looks stunning, with her striking blue eyes outlined in charcoal.

“You look beautiful mom,” you say sincerely and step out of the way to grab her shoes.

“Thank you, love bug. What you did to my hair looks incredible, you’ll have to teach,” she says and you agree. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror, your wavy brown hair looks like how your mom’s usually does. Accept that your bangs aren’t as dramatic. Your dad says that you both always look like artists with messy hair and paint on your hands at all times. Seeing your mom all dressed up is different, but she looks beautiful all the time.

“Can you escort me to the door?” she asks and holds out her hand. You take it and notice that it’s missing all of the usual chunky rings that she wears everyday. This time all that’s there is her wedding and engagement ring, a stunning gold band with an emerald in the center instead of a diamond.

When you make it down the stairs, you see your dad and Steve still standing in the kitchen. Steve is laughing at something, bringing a can of Coke to his lips to take a sip. Your dad hears you two coming down the stairs and turns around and he looks stunned. His mouth forms a small “o” and his eyes get wide. Your mom takes notice of this and a small flush goes to her cheeks.

“You look gorgeous, my dear,” my dad says and walks over to kiss you mom on the cheek.

“Thank you, love,” she says and grabs her purse from the table. “You better enjoy it for the night, though. Your messy artist wife that you married is coming back tomorrow,” she teases and grabs your dad’s hand to leave.

“Have a good time,” you say and kiss them each on the cheek, walking to lock the door behind them.

“Don’t wait up for us,” your dad calls behind him and your mom giggles beside him. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

You wave one more time before shutting and locking the door. When you turn around, you find Steve standing in the same spot. Only his eyes no longer look friendly like they had when he was talking with your parents, they looked hungry almost. You’d never seen them like this

You make your way over to him, stopping right in front of where he’s standing. He peers down at you, taking you all in and the way his eyes are looking at you makes your thighs clench.

“Where were they going?” he asks quietly, bringing both hands to rest on your hips.

“I think my dad had tickets to go to the theater in Indianapolis this evening,” you reply and his hands release your hips, find your wrists and wrap your arms around his neck, and then places his hands back on your hips.

“Yeah? What are they going to see?” he leans down, lips ghosting over your own before traveling down and kissing ever so lightly on your jaw.

“I have no idea. It was a new play I think,” you say breathlessly while trying to think about the stupid play instead of his lips kissing their way down your jaw to your neck. “It traveled from Chicago so I think it’s a big deal for my dad to be covering it.”

“You didn’t want to go?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Wha- why are you asking me this?” my fingers tangle in his hair by the nape of his neck.

“What do you mean? We’re just having a friendly conversation,” he says and you can feel his smirk against your throat before he sucks harshly, making you gasp.

“Oh just shut up,” you say and grip his hair harshly to bring his lips to your own.

He stops himself before your lips touch, causing your lips to fall open into a pout. He leans his head back ever so slightly and a smirk slowly forms on his face.

“What’s wrong, doll?” he whispers. “Do you want something?”

“Kiss me,” you whisper back. “Please.”

His smirk falls into a satisfied grin before he crashes his lips with yours. Your lips move together seamlessly, fitting together like they were made to. His hands pull your hips against his, nudging his knee in between your legs and your hips move ever so slowly on his thigh. Your arms tighten around his neck, making him lean over to reach your lips so you don’t have to stand on your tiptoes.

Before you know it you’re spun around so your back is touching the island instead of his. He stands up straighter, and you have to stand up on your toes to keep your lips connected.

“Jump,” he mumbles against your lips, and you do it with no hesitation.

His strong hands grip your thighs and you wrap them around his waist. He sets you down on the countertop and easily steps in between your legs, never once disconnecting your lips. He deepens it, taking advantage of your lips parting further in a gasp when one hand inches higher on your thigh, and his tongue slips in your mouth.

He tastes sweet, like the coke he was sipping on earlier. His tongue easily overpowers your own, casting you to giggle into his mouth making his own lips turn up into a smile against your own.

“Lay back for me, doll,” he whispers, leaning away from you when you first start to chase after his lips.

You look up at him in confusion, swollen lips parted in yet another pout and he leans in to kiss it off your face before whispering “Come on, lay back for me,” before you finally understand and comply.

The island is clean enough that you don’t bump into anything when you lay down. Looking over to your right you see the can of coke Steve was drinking out of earlier and the salt and pepper grinders that typically sit there. You barely have time to register anything else before you feel Steve’s hands slide up your thighs, bunching your dress up along the way.

One hand moves from your hip and inches slowly towards your center. You can feel the pool in your underwear and for once you aren’t shy- you need something done about it. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch what he’s doing, only he’s not making eye contact. He’s looking at your underwear in disbelief, but his eyes dart back up to yours and his nerves are replaced with confidence so fast you don’t even register it.

“Can I make you feel good?” he asks and stops his hand from moving any further.

You nod your head but he sharpens his eye, so you open your mouth and say yes, quickly.

“Good job,” he says and his pointer and middle finger slide up your slit over top of your underwear. “Goddamn, you’re soaked. What’s all this from?”

“You,” you gasp, feeling his fingers swipe into your underwear and touch you without the barrier, but they slip out just as fast. “It’s always from you.”

“Yeah?” you can hear the smirk even though he ducks his head to watch himself peel your underwear off your lower body, pocketing them when he finally takes them off your feet. “Well, then let me take care of you.”

His two fingers swipe again, collecting arousal, before moving up to the bundle of nerves at the top. They make wide, slow circles that have you a whimpering mess beneath him. His upper body leans over you, one hand near your shoulder on the island so you’re caged in. His mouth is near your own but it’s like the car all over again where you’re just moaning into his mouth.

The more he circles his fingers, the more aroused you get so the slicker you feel. His finger moves around easily, building up the burning feeling in your lower stomach. His face moves away from your own, after stealing a chaste kiss. He kisses down your neck, across your collarbones, and then down your abdomen over top of your dress.

He then works his way down your side, kissing your hip that is exposed from your dress being pushed up. Then kisses down your thigh to your knee, and moves inward causing your breath to hitch. His eyes shoot up to your own, silently questioning if he can continue, and you nod your head to show that you want him to do whatever he wants to. He can have you in any way he wants.

In a split second, his mouth is on your center. He hisses your clit softly, causing you to let out a squeak in surprise which then causes him to chuckle into you. The vibrations go straight through you and one hand leaves your side to grip his hair, holding his face right where it is. His tongue dives between your folds, tasting you for the first time tonight and his own eyes roll to the back of his head, moaning into your center again. The vibrations feel even better this time, causing you to moan out loud.

The sounds of him eating you out are the only thing that you can hear, aside from your own pants and moans. You can feel the heat in your stomach building, each occasional flick of his tongue across your clit pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Steve rotates between sucking at your clit and fucking you with his tongue. Both feel heavenly and have you gasping for air. He begins to spend more time plunging his strong tongue muscle into your hole, occasionally stopping to lap up all the juices that you are giving to him. He’s acting like a starved man, this being his first meal in days. 

You can feel your butt start to slip from your position, even though his hands are holding onto your thighs. So, you swivel your hips up to readjust your potion, your clit catching on his nose and you let out the most obscene moan of the night. In turn, Steve groans into you, the vibrations causing you to see the tip of your orgasm. It’s nearly in reach, so close but also so far. The only thing that you can think of to do is grind your hips up one again, to get your clit on his nose to help in getting you to the edge. You can hear him mumble things into your pussy but you can’t make anything out, panting and moaning while continuing to grind on his face while he eats you out.

Suddenly you feel your body tense, and then a burst of white hot ecstacy courses through your veins. You stop grinding, letting his tongue work you through your orgasm. You can’t see anything, hear anything, the only thing that you can feel is his tongue licking up everything you have to offer. He slows his movements after you attempt to push his head away weakly, loosening the death grip that you had on his hair and he moves away.

Your eyes are closed, feeling in complete bliss and you feel Steve’s lips kiss softly across on each thigh and back up your abdomen. He kisses your collarbones again, up your neck and jaw, then very softly pressing kisses to your own lips until you smile and open one eye to look at him.

“Hi there, pretty,” he coos and your nose wrinkles. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you hum, reaching your arms up behind you to stretch. When you can finally think straight you finally remember that tonight has been all about you, Steve not getting any help from you whatsoever. “Wait, what about you?” you pout up at him in confusion.

“What about me?” he squints back at you, confused about what you mean.

“You’ve been doing stuff for me all night,” you say and his eyes widen ever so slightly at the realization at what you mean. “I want to help you.”

“No, doll, it’s okay. Really,” he says and reaches up to cup your cheek.

“But Stevie,” you say and look up at him from your lashes. “I want to help you.”

Even though you think you just had an out of body experience, the thought of finally having Steve inside you is enough to get you squirming on the table. He notices and looks down at your fidgeting, looking back up to meet your eyes with a look of disbelief.

“Y/N, really, it’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he looks down, but when you cross your ankles around his waist to keep him still he glances down again before looking back up to your eyes. “Y/N…”

You interrupt him with a kiss. It starts out soft, just like all of your other ones, and you let him choose the speed at which it picks up. He keeps the kisses slow at first, not even moving his tongue for what feels like an eternity but you know it has only been a few minutes. Finally, he pushes his tongue into your mouth gently. He doesn’t fight for dominance in the same way that you two were earlier, instead he seems to just be savoring every second that you two are connected like this, like he hadn’t been eating you out only minutes prior.

Your hand that had been helping you stay balanced pushes you forward slightly so you now hold onto his shoulders tighter with your other hand, the one that was on the counter top trails from his shoulder, down his abdomen, and reaches his hard length causing him to groan into your mouth.

“Is this okay?” you disconnect your lips to ask, placing your foreheads together instead.

He nods his head quickly against your own, gasping when you grip his length tighter before palming it. Instead of sitting there moaning into the air, Steve connects your lips again, panting every so often because of the pace you set, but moans directly into your mouth instead of out in the open air.

The noises that you’re hearing, and the kissing itself, is making you incredibly aroused. You can feel your slick coating your thighs, though you don’t want to ruin this moment when he’s in complete bliss for the first time tonight. Your grip gets tighter and he lets out the loudest moan he has yet, completely disconnecting your lips and leans away from you.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” he pants and you stop your movement right away, taking your hand away from where it was.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, eyes growing wide that you did something to make him uncomfortable.

“Nothing, sweets,” he chuckles at your reaction. “I was just about to cream my pants if you kept touching me like that.”

“Well yeah, that was kind of the po-” you begin.

“Y/N,” the way he says your name makes you shut your mouth, while also making you feel like you need to shut your legs. “If you don’t want to go further it’s completely fine, I’m just bringing it up because I thought about it and-”

Now it’s your turn to shut him up with yet another kiss. You only kiss for about 30 seconds when you mumble against his lips “Steve, please fuck me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice and nodes, scooping you off the counter and blindly finds his way up your stairs and to your room. He tosses you onto the bed, causing you to bounce and it makes you giggle. You landed on your back, hair a mess around you on the pillows, but you lean up onto your elbows and look at him standing near the end of your bed. You tilt your head to the side, quizzical, and he just softly smiles at you in return.

He grabs your ankles and pulls you down towards where he’s standing and sits you up. Silently, he grabs the hem of your dress and slowly pulls it up, you help and bring your arms over your head. Because you weren’t wearing a bra underneath, you’re now completely nude in front of your best friend for the first time ever (well, purposefully nude. You’ve accidentally walked in on each other changing over the years).

“You’re so beautiful,” he says and kisses you like it’ll be your last time ever. 

He kisses you with a fervor that he hadn’t shown you yet tonight, only separating when you pulled his shirt over his head so he wasn’t fully clothed anymore. You throw the stupid polo somewhere else in the room, knowing it probably landed on a piece of furniture that’ll make you laugh later when you find it. Your hands reach forward and blindly try to undo his belt buckle. It only took you a few seconds, struggling in the beginning but got the hang of it pretty quickly.

“That didn’t take you too long,” he mutters against your lips. “Get a lot of practice?”

“Oh shut up,” you say, kissing him harder.

You shove his pants down, and he has to do the awkward step out of the leg holes, but he’s back to focusing on you in no time. You go to push his underwear down but his hands stop you and your lips disconnect.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, and you look at him questioningly. “You don’t happen to have condoms do you? I don’t tend to carry them around with me anymore.”

You giggle in response, and instead of giving him a sarcastic answer, you tell him that you have some in the bottom drawer of your desk, under your paints. He goes over to your desk, grabs one, and then is back over to you in merely seconds. He tears the wrapper open with his teeth, while you push his boxers down, and his length smacks his stomach.

You knew that he was big. Girls talk in high school about everything, Steve Harrington’s dick was actually a popular subject of conversation in the locker room before gym class. All of the girls had asked you at least twice if you two had ever done anything since you were so close, and they were always so shocked when you’d said no. So, they told you all the details of their nights with him, not realizing that you were seething on the inside but would never say anything out loud about it.

You’re broken out of your trance by him rolling the condom down his length, and pumping himself a few times, hissing when he brings his thumb over his tip.

“How do you want to do this?” he asks. “Do you have a preference?”

You think for a second, and then look back at the size. You think it would be the easiest for you to sit on first to get adjusted and then he could do whatever he wanted with you the rest of the night, break you in two for all you care.

“Could you lay down first?” you ask and point to the bed. “Just so I can adjust to your um size?”

He nods, and doesn’t make a snarky comment like you thought he would just at the sheer size of him. He lays down and you hold on to his shoulders, swinging one leg over his lap to straddle him.

“Never thought this would happen,” he whispers, looking up at you.

Your hair falls in your face and one of his hands reaches up to tuck some of it behind your ear. Instead of responding, you grind your hips against his length and you both moan out. You grind just a few more times to lube up his length with your own slick before stopping and lifting your hips up. You grab hold of his length in one hand, positioning it underneath you to help guide it straight in, and you sink down ever so slowly, inch by inch, gasping when you feel him nearly tear your walls apart.

“Holy mother of god,” he moans into the air, hands gripping your hips for dear life.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan in response.

Finally, you sink all the way down. Your pelvises are touching. You have to pause and breathe, never having been this full in your entire life. You didn’t even know this was possible to feel this full, but here you are. Pussy full from Steve Harrington’s massive dick.

Once you’ve regained your breathing, you anchor yourself with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest. 

“I’m gonna move, is that okay?” you ask, eyes opening slightly into a squint and you see Steve’s eyes staring at where you’re connected.

“Mhm,” he groans, sounding pained but his face looks like he’s in bliss.

You slowly grind your hips in a circle, not moving up and down just yet. You both moan out at the movement, his hands finding your ass cheeks to help guide you in whatever rhythm you choose. He tosses his head back, exposing his throat while a moan rips through him.

You lean down, one hand moves to his stomach to still help stabilize you while the other one moves to his hair, and your lips attach to his now exposed neck. Your lips kiss soft kisses all over his throat, occasionally sucking small bruises into the skin. He’s a moaning mess beneath you, especially when you find his own sweet spot right on the corner of his throat. You suck harshly and his own hips buck up in response.

You sit back, making eye contact with him and you see him gulp. Eyes half lidded, he looks royally fucked out, giving you the biggest ego rush of your life knowing that you were the person that made Steve Harrington like this. Now that you’re finally used to his sheer size, you know that you can move in other ways.

You plant your knees, and slowly lift yourself up and down, in addition to the grinding, the rhythm never once faltering. Steve’s reaction is just to let out yet another obscene moan that rips out of his throat, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You like that?” you ask, not sure where this confidence came from considering you’re barely ever talkative during sex.

He nods at you, trying to maintain eye contact but you’re fucking him so good that he can’t even remember his own name. Even though you know he feels good, some power trip comes over you and you want him to answer you verbally. Your hand that was on his chest creeps up slowly towards his neck and you pause before touching it. His eyes get wide when he realizes what you want to do and you can feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“Is this okay?” you check in and you swear he laughs before saying yes, so you continue.

Your hand goes to his thick throat, not being able to wrap around fully, but enough that it looks like a pretty little necklace. You squeeze just a little, and his eyes flutter.

“I ask you a question,” you say, keeping the light pressure around his neck, never once cutting off airflow. “Do you like this?”

When he doesn’t answer as fast as you would like him to, you squeeze a little tighter and he finally nods his head yes, nearly screaming in response.

“Yes, yes y/n,” he moans out. “Holy mother of fuck, yeah I do.”

You can feel the fire in your lower belly growing. You aren’t one to typically get off on only vaginal intercourse but the grinding is giving your clit some stimulation. It feels amazing, but soon you’re going to have to take matters into your own hands.

Your legs finally start to get tired, but you don’t want to finish just yet so you try to position your hands better to hold more weight on them. You don’t know that Steve can tell that you’re getting tired, but he’s going to let you go for as long as you want to.

Finally, you reach behind you and place your hands on his thighs. This gives you enough momentum to bounce without your legs giving out just yet. Steve’s hands remove themselves from your ass and when you look down you can see that he’s transfixed on your boobs bouncing with each movement you make. His hands finally cup your boobs, and this time it’s your turn to moan out into the air. He kneads them, not letting either one feel left out.

“Oh my fuck,” you moan out when he pinches your left pebbled nipple.

“Yeah?” you can hear a hint of cockiness come back into his voice after having been a whimpering mess for the past however long you’ve been fucking him stupid. “You like that?”

“Yes, oh my god,” you nearly shriek when one of his fingers finds you clit.

“Have you had your fun?” he asks and before you’re even able to question him he says “Because it’s my turn now,” and flips you over.

Before you know it, you’re laying on your back and Steve is above you wrapping your legs around his waist. He wastes no time at all to pound into you, and your moans are music to his ears. He has a death grip on your thighs, keeping them open for him and you know that you’ll have bruises there tomorrow but you couldn’t care less.

“I believe I asked you a question, doll,” he says and you can feel one hand leave your hip and trail up your abdomen, over your chest, and stop just below your own throat. His eyes go to your own asking for permission and your head nods so quickly you would be embarrassed under different circumstances.

He bends now, never slowing down his thrusts, and you think he’s about to kiss you. Instead, he kisses your throat so softly you thought you’d imagined it at first before his hand moves up and wraps around your throat. The difference in your hand sizes is comical. His one hand covers your throat, and while you’re 100% sure that it makes a wonderful necklace too, this one would be more of a statement piece than your small one.

 “The question was, did you have fun?” he says and squeezes his hand right at the end causing a rush of euphoria to flow to your brain. “Come on, use your words. I know you know how to.”

You gain partial sense of your brain back, finally understanding what he’s saying and you open your mouth.

“Mhmmm,” you moan, barely able to form a coherent thought. “I d-did.”

“Well I’m glad,” he says and squeezes a little tighter, causing your walls to clench around his length and his groans in response. “But it’s time for me to have my fun. Can I have fun with you?”

You nod your head again, but the look he gives you makes you think twice and instead you choose to speak.

“Yes, yes please have your fun, Stevie,” you practically slur and you can feel his dick twitch again at the nickname falling from your lips. “Use me to have your fun.”

“Oh fucking christ,” he mutters and removes one leg from around his waist, hauling it up over his shoulder so that with each thrust his mushroom head is beating into your cervix.

“Oh my god,” you scream and your hands find his shoulders to keep you grounded.

“You feel so good for me, doll. So so good,” he grunts into the air.

All of a sudden you can feel your orgasm approaching, with barely any warning. You can practically see it, about to ram into you like a freight train.

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you attempt to get his attention to warn him but he’s already one step ahead of you, feeling your walls nearly trap him, and he snakes one hand down in between the two of you to rub your clit in tight, fast circles. “Holy fucking shit!” you scream, letting your orgasm wash over you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and back arches off the bed.

Little did you know Steve had been holding off his orgasm for a very long time (ever since he kissed you in the car he’d been trying not to cream his pants). While he works you through your orgasm, he finally gives in and lets himself go. Your walls milk him completely dry and his arms give out, causing him to fall on top of you. He was able to move at the last second so he didn’t crush your face, but he’s still a blanket on top of you.

You both lay there, panting. You feel him grow soft inside of you, though you’re on a different planet so you honestly have no idea what’s even going on. Steve finally leans up to look at you, the blissed out expression on your face and eyes closed. He knows you aren’t asleep but needs to get you ready in case you do fall asleep on him.

Slowly, he sits him and pulls himself out, hissing at the feeling. You squirm and it makes him feel bad, though he does get very distracted by the way your abused pussy looks all swollen from your multiple activities tonight.

You’re slowly gaining your consciousness back, finally coming too when you feel something scratchy wipe at your thighs. You try to squirm out of the way but Steve holds you still with his strong hands, continuing to clean you up.

Finally you open your eyes and Steve can sense you looking at him. His eyes dart up to you, a relieved smile gracing his lips, and he stands up quickly to give you a quick kiss on the lips before he crouches down again.

“Welcome back,” he says and you give him a tired smile in response. “Here, sit up for me.”

He grabs your hands to help you sit up on the bed, only leaving you for a second to grab the tshirt that was laid out next to you to help you put it on. He has already put on his boxers and sweats that he leaves here for the times he spends the nights unplanned, which happen more often than not.

“Come on, you need to get ready for bed,” he says and scoops you up effortlessly in his arms. 

You’re glad because you know your legs wouldn’t have worked even if you begged them to, so you just let him carry you. He sits you on the toilet so you pee, then helps you move around so you can brush your teeth and wash your face. It’s like he knows your own nighttime routine like the back of his hand. When you make it back to your room, you launch yourself face first onto your bed, ready to let sleep wave over you. You don’t even feel Steve get in after you, or hear him turn off the light. You just feel his strong arms wrap around you and pull you closer to him.

When you wake up, the bed is empty. The first thing that you think is that you had an insanely wet dream about your best friend that you need to forget about. But then you see his polo hanging off the top of your bookshelf and his jeans on the floor by your desk chair. All the memories of last night come flooding back to you and your cheeks heat up.

Instead of sitting in your room, stressing out over what happened, you decide to pee and then eat something so you can think everything through level headed. Only when you go to stand up, your legs nearly give out. You curse under your breath because you don’t know if your parents are awake and while you know they won’t care, you’d rather not have them think you’re grown up just yet.

You slowly make your way to the bathroom, peeing and then brushing your teeth. You look in the mirror and your hair is a mess with a mix of bedhead and everything that went on last night. You attempt to smooth down the friz but you did get your mother’s hair in the sense that it always looks messy so you give up. You tie it up just to wash your face and you’re shocked by no hickies. You swore Steve went to town marking up your neck last night but you don’t see any so you wash your face quickly, let your hair back down, and head downstairs.

Before you get to the kitchen you can already smell breakfast. You think it’s probably your dad cooking for you and your mom but when you get around the corner you see Steve turned away from you, cooking something on the stove. He’s shirtless, just wearing his sweats with a hint of his blue boxers peeking out from the top. You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him, and you press a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Morning,” you whisper, nuzzling your head into his back.

“Morning, doll,” he says and turns around in your hold to give you a quick peck. You aren’t fully enough to comprehend the kiss but it makes you smile nonetheless. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Okay, my legs are sore though,” you say and he gets a shit eating grin on his stupid face.

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh shut up, Harrington,” you say and turn around to get a drink.

Before he says something else, you can hear your dad whistle before he walks into the kitchen.

“Smells good in here,” he says and goes over to the coffee pot to pour two cups. “Whatcha making there, Steven?”

“Morning Jeff,” Steve says and motions to the stove. “I made bacon, some eggs, and I made pancake batter but I didn’t know what everyone liked for toppings so I was waiting.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you, Steven,” your dad says and claps him on the shoulder before taking a mug upstairs. “I’m going to attempt to wake the missus with the promise of breakfast. You two go ahead and eat, I’m sure we’ll be a minute,” he winks walking up the stairs.

“God I wonder how much she drank,” you say and pour two glasses of orange juice.

“I didn’t hear them come inside last night so they must have stayed out late,” Steve replies and slides a plate in front of you.

You look down and there are two blueberry pancakes, some scrambled eggs, and then a few pieces of bacon. Then another plate slides over next to yours only with two plain pancakes instead. 

“What is it with you and not eating flavored things?” you ask, grabbing your plate and sitting down at a stool.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he says and wipes, what you’re assuming is orange juice, off the side of your mouth with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth to clean off. You nearly fall off your chair right then and there. “I had my favorite thing to eat last night. It had a nice sweet flavor, a little silky, and oh so moist.”

Your mouth falls open at what he says and he just smirks in response before sitting down next to you.

You both eat in comfortable silence, and after you finish your pancakes you lean your head on his shoulder because you’re tired and also just want to touch him. You can finally hear some movement coming from upstairs so you know your dad got your mom out of bed.

“Good morning,” your dad calls from the stairs again and you can hear your mom tell him to shut up, her head feels like there is a drum set in there pounding.

You look behind you when you hear your parents come into the room. Your mom walks over to you, more like shuffles over, to give you a kiss on the cheek and then she collapses on the stool next to you while your dad makes her a plate of bacon and eggs to eat while he makes her a pancake.

Steve stands up to refill her coffee mug and before your mom can say thank you, something catches her eye.

“Steve, what on earth happened to your back?” she gasps and you look over at his back as well.

There are scratch marks covering the top part, and small bruises where your fingertips were gripping onto him for dear life. You nearly choke on your orange juice, coughing because you inhaled it and also because you’re so uncomfortable.

“That would’ve been Dustin Henderson,” Steve says and looks at you like you’re crazy for nearly dying due to orange juice. “We went to the pool and he thought it would be fun to play chicken. I didn’t realize he would try to water board me at the same time.”

You parents laugh at that, then your dad tells Steve to get Dustin back the next time he tries to kill him in the pool.