(Steve Harrington x F!Reader)
Summary: Steve and you can’t stand each other. After a reservation mistake on a school trip, you’re forced to share a bed for the weekend.
Warnings: +18 MDNI. SMUT (virgin!reader, male masturbation, f!receiving oral, p in v, loss of virginity, squirting, choking, porn with plot), enemies/rivals to lovers, one bed.
It was unfair how much lack of control you had over things. Being the debate club president since freshman year—and soon-to-be valedictorian—boosted your ego enough to feel like you could solve absolutely everything.
But there are problems not even the brightest person could avoid… especially health-related ones.
“Angela has appendicitis.”
You stopped shoving your bag under your seat and got off the bus. “What does that mean?”
Olivia, the science club leader, gulped nervously, glancing back at Tommy, the chess club president, who was almost as pale.
“Uhm… that’s when the appendix inflames and—”
“I know what appendicitis means, Thomas!” you cut her off, already annoyed. “What does that mean for us? The Super Quiz is tomorrow, and we need her.”
Every year, the principal chose the five best students to represent the school at the Regional Academic Decathlon. They had to be good in different fields, including math, science, literature, history, and more. Olivia, Tommy, Angela, and you had been the chosen team for almost three years and had always been on the verge of winning.
This being your last school year, you were determined to finally pass to nationals and take your team to the victory. Last weekend was the first phase, where teams had to solve more than ten written exams, and you had successfully finished in the top two.
It was Friday, the day before the grand finale: the Super Quiz. The two teams with the highest scores would answer forty multiple-choice questions and win their spot on the Nationals Decathlon. The school had scheduled a small bus to transport the four of you and Miss Williams, your accompanying teacher, to Michigan City after school.
You were all great at math, but Angela was a genius. She was the math club leader for a reason.
Tommy seemed on the verge of a panic attack. “This is it. We’ll lose.”
“No, we can do this,” you tried to reassure your team. “The Super Quiz barely has ten math questions. We’re all in senior year; we’ve gone through the toughest math shit.”
Olivia and Tommy exchanged a worried look. The boy muttered something to Liv, pushing her towards you. “You tell her.”
You crossed your arms. “What is it?”
Olivia bit her nails nervously and mumbled, “Miss Williams p-picked the replacement.”
Their eyes focused behind you. Frowning, you followed their gaze and saw Steve Harrington approaching you while carrying a voluptuous bag. He smiled charmingly. “Hey, guys.”
You didn’t react. “The basketball team is in the next bus, Harrington,” you muttered and searched for anyone else behind him. “Who is it, then?”
Olivia and Tommy blinked, looking from you to Steve and hoping you would connect the dots. Steve threw his bag under a seat and laid down on the last seat row, stretching his arms behind his head. “Wake me up when we arrive.”
Your heart stopped. There was no way… You forced a chuckle. “Great prank, guys. But let’s take things seriously now. Who is Angela’s replacement?”
“That would be Mr. Harrington.”
Miss Williams placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled at the three of you.
You almost fainted. “What?! Why? How?”
“He got an A+ on my last Calculus quiz.”
“What?!” the three of you shrieked.
“That’s impossible. Only Angela has ever gotten an A+ with you!”
You still remembered the void of disappointment in your chest when you saw the A- in your quiz. There was no way on any planet that Steve Harrington could’ve gotten a better grade.
“He probably cheated,” you snapped angrily.
She gasped. “That’s such a serious accusation, Y/N. You’re being really mean.”
Your jaw dropped. “I’m just being realistic! Right, guys?”
Olivia and Tommy looked everywhere but at you, their lips sealed. Miss Williams kept glaring at you as she shoved her bag next to yours. “This type of activity is supposed to bring us together. Become a family.”
“Steve Harrington is not my family,” you muttered, your mind too clouded to think smartly. “He’s going to make us lose!”
Your other two teammates were giving you discreet signals to cut it off, but you ignored them. “Miss Williams, there has to be another option. Harrington is, like, a complete idiot.”
The math teacher placed a hand on her chest and stared at you disapprovingly. But before she could scold you, a bus window opened and Steve stuck his head out.
“At least I don’t act like I have a giant stick up my ass,” he grumbled at you.
You scoffed, your cheeks turning red from the fury. His hair was looking very rippable…
“Well, at least I’m not a two-brain-celled idiot with no future that’s probably gonna survive on daddy’s money all your life.”
Steve gripped the edge of the window, his knuckles turning white. “At least I have money. Where did you get that sweater? Costco?”
You leaned closer and muttered, “It’s a cardigan, dumbass. And I’m gonna wrap it around your neck while you sleep—”
“ENOUGH!” Miss Williams yelled. Tommy and Olivia pull you away from the window, fearing you would attack the boy. “I’m incredibly disappointed in you two. This isn’t how a team is supposed to act.”
You bit your tongue as Steve gave you a once-over with a scowl.
“You’re sitting next to each other all the ride,” Miss Williams ordered. “Maybe spending time together will help heal your vicious hearts.”
Great, your favorite teacher thought you were Satan’s pawn. You hadn’t even said anything that bad.
There were only three rows of seats: the first one taken by Olivia and Tommy, who quickly got immersed in some math books; Miss Williams lay down on the second one and immediately dozed off; and lastly, cramped in the small space of the third row, Steve and you sat as far from each other as possible.
The moment the ride started, you put your headphones on and kept your eyes on the window. Steve had forgotten his Walkman and never carried a book with him. Why would he? There was always someone who wanted to speak with him.
You knew each other since primary school, and Steve had always thought that your annoying, stubborn personality overshadowed your beauty. If only you weren’t so focused on studying and more into socializing, he would’ve definitely slept with you at some party.
It was common for every girl at school to have a crush on him, their eyes following him wherever he went. With just a smirk, Steve could get into their pants.
Except you, who sneered at him, called him names around school, rolled your eyes whenever he talked… You definitely hated him.
His knee touched yours, making you recoil and scoot closer to the window. God, you were so dramatic.
After ten minutes of boring silence, he poked your arm. “What are you listening to?”
Without acknowledging him, you turned up the volume until his voice got drowned out. He scoffed, giving up immediately, and looked out his own window.
Whatever. He could tolerate three hours of being alone with his thoughts. Steve didn’t need you to like him. Everyone else did and that was enough.
A rough shake to your shoulder woke you up. The sun was gone and the only light coming through the window was from the hotel’s welcome sign.
“We’re here,” Steve muttered.
You pushed his hand away and followed everyone out. Miss Williams went to the main desk while Tommy and Steve helped with the bags.
“I can carry mine.” You grumbled as the basketball captain grabbed yours.
He dropped it on the floor carelessly. “Wasn’t gonna help you anyway. It’s probably full of books and Dollar General’s clothes.”
Your fists clenched, but Tommy gripped your arm to stop you from lashing out. “I think you dress just fine, girl. Ignore him,” he whispered urgently.
As Steve placed the bags in the lobby, he started flirting with Olivia, who seemed close to falling asleep standing.
“We’re ready!” Miss William’s thundering voice startled you all. “Here are the keys. Liv with Tommy, and Steve with Y/N.”
Every hotel guest turned around at your shriek. Your cheeks flushed at the sudden attention.
“I’m not— This isn’t right.”
“You were supposed to share with Angela, but well, R.I.P. her,” the teacher joked.
Steve hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep for the entire bus ride, so he needed a comfy bed badly. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
You ignored him and turned to your teammates. “Someone switch with me.”
Olivia and Tommy hurriedly grabbed their bags and rushed to their room. Real mature.
“We’ll meet here at eight in the morning for breakfast,” Miss Williams announced to you two. “Don’t be late!”
With ease, Steve placed his bag over his shoulder and twirled the key around his fingers.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I don’t snore,” he teased you before walking to your room.
You looked up at the lobby’s ceiling, asking the universe what you had done to deserve this.
After dragging your heavy bag across half the hotel, you reached the dreaded room. Steve entered first yet immediately froze at the door.
“Move out of the way,” you groaned. But the sight that greeted you inside explained his reaction.
The room was so small it didn’t even have a couch for one of you to take. Before he could say anything, you left your bag and rushed back to the lobby.
You struck the bell at the main desk incessantly until a woman appeared. She gave you a fake smile and said, “How may I help you?”
“I think there’s been a mistake. We got a single bed, and we need two.”
The woman pressed her keyboard for a few seconds, then shrugged. “Sorry, but that’s how it was booked. Good night—”
“No!” you shouted before she could leave. Faking a smile, you whispered. “Isn’t there a way to upgrade us to—?”
“We’re completely booked this weekend,” she cut you off, her kind facade vanishing. “Good night.”
Before you could protest, she went inside her office and slammed the door shut.
Okay, you could’ve been a bit nicer and maybe tried to convince her, but it was too late. You had to accept your doom.
Steve was sprawled out on the bed, looking through one of the hotel’s magazines. He glanced up when the door closed with a sharp bang behind you. “Did you solve it?”
“No, so you’re sleeping on the floor,” you muttered, sourly taking off your shoes.
He scoffed. “Yeah, sure. I’m already on the bed and I don’t plan on moving.”
The bed was a small double, so Steve was taking three-thirds of it with his limbs stretched out.
You breathed deeply. Tomorrow was a very important day; you needed peace and quiet to avoid headaches.
“I’ll take a shower. When I come out, you better be curled up like a dog on the floor.”
He barked back, but you entered the ensuite bathroom to shut his annoying voice out.
The hot water partially relaxed you, almost erasing every negative thought from your mind. You would’ve stayed under the warm waterfall, but your eyelids were drooping.
A groan escaped your lips at the sight of your tight pajamas. If you had known you would have to share a bed with a guy, you’d have brought your baggiest clothes. Well, if you had actually known all that, you would’ve stayed at another hotel.
You adjusted your tank top awkwardly. When you pulled it down, half your boobs almost spilled out.
Okay, not doing that again.
The blue striped shorts barely covered your ass, but sleeping in jeans would be too uncomfortable. You had to suck it up and hope Steve was a decent man.
As you walked out, you saw Steve was lying under the covers in an old grey shirt and gym shorts, taking almost all of the bed. You rolled your eyes, climbed on, and shoved him. “Make some space for me.”
He woke up startled, taking a moment to remember where he was. Inevitably, his gaze lingered as it traveled over you. But Steve just grumbled and turned his back to you, taking all the sheets for himself.
With a grimace, you laid down next to him, making sure there was absolutely no body contact. You grabbed the sheet’s edge and tried to cover yourself, but Steve was holding it firmly.
“Give me some,” you muttered.
Steve groaned, not giving up an inch. And after three minutes of failed attempts, you couldn’t fight sleep anymore and surrendered to exhaustion.
It hadn’t been a cold night, or at least you didn’t feel it. You haven’t even dreamed; the cloud-like bed vanished your consciousness all night.
The seven o’clock alarm brought you back. As your eyes slowly opened and stared at the ceiling, you noticed a heavy weight over you.
Steve’s arm was around your middle, cuddling you close to his body, while his leg was intertwined with yours. His soft breaths against your neck were tickling you and—in another universe—would’ve been comforting if it wasn’t for the hard thing poking your hip.
Your cheeks turned red as you carefully peeked down. Oh, God. There was a noticeable thick tent on his shorts, pressing tightly against you. Anatomically, it wasn’t Steve’s fault, but it still made you want to jump out the window.
Waking him up would be so awkward, but his body half-covering you was making it impossible to escape.
You chose the only acceptable option: push him hard off you.
The shove and the scream startled Steve back to life. He looked around the room, disoriented, and accidentally fell off the bed with a hard thud.
You couldn’t bear looking him in the eye, so you grabbed anything from your bag and rushed to the bathroom. “We have to be downstairs in thirty minutes!”
Steve soothed his head as he stood up from the floor. Right. He had accepted Miss Williams’ offer to join the Decathlon team for extra points in the next math test. With Tommy done with him, Nancy now dating Jonathan, all colleges denying his application, and no girl in town interested in him anymore, Steve didn’t really have anything else to do for the weekend.
He scanned his surroundings. Damn, the school could afford a better hotel room than the one he had to share with you. There was barely any space to walk around. And as his eyes drifted to the floor, he noticed his morning wood.
“Shit,” he whimpered, looking at the occupied bathroom. Hopefully you hadn’t noticed…?
The shower had just started running, so you’d stay on it for at least another five minutes. He licked his lips and stroked himself over his shorts. Maybe you wouldn’t notice if he released him quickly…
That was too out of line. He loathed you, but not to the level of actively doing something bad to you.
Steve sat down and took a deep breath, his mind getting clearer with memories from last night.
In his eighteen years of life, he had never been able to sleep without hugging something. He usually used a pillow or an old plushie. Steve had tried clutching the sheets against his chest, but it hadn’t worked. Sleepily and without conscious choice, his arms found you—so soft and cold next to him—and instinctively cuddled you.
Maybe he had let you go before the alarm went off? Oh shit… What if you had felt his—?
His eyes met your messily opened bag… with a pink-dotted panty almost falling it out.
His shorts got tighter as he pictured you wearing nothing— NO, NO, NO.
Steve refused to get hard thinking of you. Like… ew. It was you.
You… looking so pretty with your hair in a perfect ponytail, purposely slapping his face whenever you turn away.
You with your glossy lips and your long eyelashes, sneering and eyeing him up and down with disgust whenever he made a bad joke in class.
You with the button-ups and the tight jeans, bending down to pick up a book in the hallway… Fuck, he still remembered how hard he got after accidentally watching that.
Without thinking, Steve shoved down his shorts and briefs, sat down on the edge of the bed and started pumping his cock rapidly. He had to finish before your shower ended.
You were in the shower... naked and wet.
He moaned and sped up his hand. There wasn’t any picture or video he could use to jerk off, so he’d have to use his imagination.
But, damn it, all he could think about was you.
He pictured you walking out of the shower naked, catching him, and immediately kneeling in front of him to suck him off.
“Oh, God…” Steve whimpered, his wrist never stopping.
In his mind, you would take him completely—being so good and hot for him—then he’d finish deep in your throat. You’d finally stop being a pain in the ass and would ride him, pressing your breasts on his face as he devoured them.
Steve needed to touch you.
Your skin was soft and smooth, he vaguely remembered from last night. He wanted to kiss your entire body until you were squirming under him, until you could only moan his name.
A not-so-quiet whimper escaped Steve’s mouth as he came all over his chest and stomach. He lay back on the bed, recovering his breath. His head hit your pillow, and the strong scent of your shampoo sent tingles across his body.
Oh, your face buried in the pillow while he pounded into you from behind…
Steve’s eyes widened as his mind thought of a hundred possible solutions for the mess over him. There weren’t any towels or napkins around. Shit, the smell was so obvious.
He took off his sock and wiped himself before balling it up and throwing it out the window, which he kept open in hope of better ventilation.
How had Steve been so stupid?! You would rather die than be sexually involved with him. You would notice his cum’s odor and report him to Miss Williams.
What if the whole school found out and tagged him as a pervert? What if he was expelled?!
You came out of the bathroom wearing a baby blue button-up and formal black pants. Your eyes avoided him as you gathered your hair in your usual ponytail.
“Shower. We have to meet the others in ten.”
Steve’s sexual thoughts disappeared. “What?! You took a twenty-minute shower?”
You glared at him through the mirror. “Yeah, problem?”
He scoffed. “Uhm, yes? I won’t get ready in just ten minutes.”
“That’s not my problem.” You put on your glossy lipstick, took two books from your bag, and gave him a fake smile. “See you there!”
Miss Williams choked on her hot vanilla latte when Steve ran into her. “Oh, sorry, ma’am.”
“You’re fifteen minutes late,” you scolded him, assessing him with an angry glare.
Steve couldn’t have looked more different from you three. While Olivia, Tommy, and you were wearing formal attire, he was in casual jeans and a red sweater. But, God, he looked incredibly handsome with his voluminous hair and cocky smile.
“Well, let’s not waste more time. Let’s go,” he said, still panting from the short run to the lobby.
Today’s Decathlon event would happen at the convention center, right in front of the hotel. Various participants were already there, chatting and having breakfast at the cafeteria.
Thanks to Steve’s late arrival, you only had ten minutes to order and eat. While the three of you studied from giant textbooks, Steve sipped his cappuccino calmly, smirking at every girl that looked at him.
Of course everyone was staring at him. He was cute and smart? A nerd girl’s dream. You wanted to put a signal over him with the words ‘he’s an idiot!” to warn everyone.
But after this morning’s sinful act, Steve’s mind was plagued by you. He discreetly stared as you read two math books at the same time, muttering to yourself while your eyes flew through the pages. You bit your lip when you were anxious, he noticed.
Miss Williams toured alone around the place and bought a disposable camera. “Say cheese!”
The flash blinded the teens, except Steve who was used to smiling charmingly at cameras.
“Another one, but with open eyes,” joked Miss Williams. “And sit closer to each other, it looks like you hate each other!”
You awkwardly scooted closer to Steve, who placed an arm around your shoulders. On the other side of the table, Olivia made a peace sign while Tommy did a thumbs up.
Miss Williams smiled brightly as she took the pic. “It says in the instructions that I have to relieve– No, reveal. Does it say "reveal," Steve? Read here.”
After munching down croissants and coffee, the five of you walked up to the event’s entrance to register. The administration had already received notice that Steve would be replacing Angela, so they were easily escorted backstage while Miss Williams, along with your various textbooks, went to find a seat in the audience.
“In a regular hexagon with an area of two point five…” Tommy was repeating his mental notes out loud.
“One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three…” Olivia was warming her voice.
Sitting between them, Steve covered his ears discreetly. Why were nerds so overwhelming? He stood up to look for you; annoying you was funnier. But just as he was about to say anything to start a conversation, a tall redhead guy approached you.
You shook his hand and giggled at something the random guy said.
Steve had no right over you… he wasn’t even your friend, but—
He placed an arm around your shoulders, startling you, and said, “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
Your smile turned forced. You didn’t want a former winner to see you being rude to your team, so you squeezed Steve’s hand. “I’ll be there in just a second.”
But the redhead boy shook his head. “It’s fine. Just wanted to wish you good luck. I’ve been following your team for a while and you’re great.” He turned to Steve. “You’re new.”
Steve faked a smile, his arm not leaving your shoulders. “Newest addition indeed. Felt like helping my classmates win.”
He could feel the repulsion overflowing your body as you slowly looked up at him. You seemed a minute away from bashing his face into the closest wall.
The voice through the speakers saved him by announcing the Super Quiz would start in ten minutes.
“Guess we gotta go,” Steve said with fake sadness to the redhead. “See you around, bro.”
You cringed internally, and only voiced it out once there wasn’t anyone but him in earshot. “Bro? What the hell was that?” You shoved his arm away as if it were full of bacteria and bugs.
Steve hated the small pang of hurt he felt at his chest. So he built back his walls and shrugged. “I was bored.”
“Guys, let’s go!” Tommy muttered as he and Olivia walked past you.
“Didn’t you hear it? Ten minutes!”
Steve and you quickly follow behind them to your seats on the stage. There were two tables with a podium in the middle and a big screen behind. Each team would sit on opposite sides and would have four buzzers for each student.
“Don’t answer anything,” you warned Steve. “Don’t press that buzzer ever. Liv, Tommy and I got this. You just… sit there and look pretty.”
He rolled his eyes and mumbled sarcastically. “I’m great at that.”
Miss Williams waved at him from her seat in the front row. If it hadn’t been for her, Steve would still be asleep in his mansion, ready to stare at the ceiling all weekend.
It was fun having a small random side quest.
The place was packed, which was odd since he thought absolutely no one cared about the Decathlon, or at least it seemed like that back at Hawkins.
As the quiz moderator walked up to the podium, everyone quieted down to listen.
“I’ll read the questions and the options before they appear on the screen. Teams will have a minute to answer. If they answer incorrectly, the other team will have a chance to gain the points. Good luck to everyone!”
Steve fidgeted with his fingers nervously under the table. The other team was full of nerdy-looking guys who looked ready to murder them.
The first fifteen questions passed like a breeze. Your team was on fire, answering science and history-related questions like pros. But when the math section came, you wavered a bit and the opposite team won more points.
“It’s okay, guys, we’ll recover in the literature section,” you had assured Tommy and Olivia.
Steve was calmly lounging in his rolling chair, zoning out and thinking of what he would eat on lunch. He had seen a pasta place nearby the hotel, maybe—
“The teams are tied, meaning this last question will decide who wins,” said the moderator to the microphone.
Oh, shit. Had time passed that quickly?
Tommy, Olivia, and you were on the edge of your seats with your hands hovering over the buzzers.
“Who are the Los Angeles Lakers’ known rivals?”
Your hand started shaking. Sports. There were almost never sports-related questions, and they were mostly at the start to get them out of the way.
“Is that, like, a football team?” Olivia whispered to you.
The three of you turned to look at Steve in slow motion.
“The Celtics, duh,” he answered.
Oh, no. You would murder him. You would absolutely and carelessly kill Steve Harrington in front of everyone and—
“Correct! The Hawkins High team has won!”
The surprise was so immense that only Steve cheered, the three of you gaping at him with dropped jaws. When a crew assistant approached you with four golden medals while the moderator placed the Decathlon Cup on your desk, it settled on you that you had finally won.
You stood up and put your arms around Steve in a tight hug. “Oh, Harrington! I can’t believe this!”
He was taken aback by the sudden contact but didn’t hesitate in hugging you back, pulling you close to his body.
“See? I’m not that much of an idiot,” he joked.
You pulled back and grabbed his face. Your eyes were welling up as you nodded. “You aren’t! I’m so sorry.”
Steve’s thumbs stroked your sides instinctively. He wanted to stay like this forever, with you in his arms looking at him as if he held the moon.
Suddenly, you kissed his cheek before pulling away quickly. Before Steve could process it, you were already celebrating your win with Tommy and Olivia.
“Hawkins! Hawkins! Hawkins!” everyone chanted.
You avoided Steve’s eyes, your face red from excitement and nervousness, while you held up the cup.
“We won! We won! We won!” Tommy screamed as you walked off the stage to Miss Williams.
“You did it! You guys are great,” the teacher said, patting your heads as if you were little ducklings. “Let’s celebrate! The school will pay for lunch… I think.”
As you made your way to the closest McDonald’s, you tried to avoid standing next to Steve. Every time you remembered how you had kissed his cheek, you could feel your body recoiling. Why had you done that?!
Miss Williams ordered burgers with extra fries and milkshakes for all. You found a table by the windows as you waited.
Olivia shook your arm. “This will look great on our resume!”
“I hope Yale accepts me after this,” you sighed, already nervous about college applications.
“Where are you going to, Steve?” asked Tommy, sitting next to him.
Steve, who had been staring at you shamelessly, blinked and cleared his throat. “Uh… what?”
“Which college are you applying to?” you asked, genuinely curious.
Shit. He crossed his arms and shrugged. “The… usual. All. Most. The best ones,” he lied.
The other three frowned at each other, but Miss Williams appeared with the food and ended the conversation.
Surprisingly, Steve actually had fun during lunch. Olivia and Tommy were quite funny, in their own nerdy way, and had great friendship chemistry with you. He wished he could be as close and comfortable with you, sharing inside jokes and understanding every reference said.
It was odd watching you laugh and act so carelessly. At school, you always had a slight frown and were constantly stressed for the next quiz or exam. Steve found himself smiling at your cute laugh. He wanted to caress your cheek and tell you how beautiful you looked smiling.
Ew, no. That would be too… kind.
Maybe he had helped you win the Regionals, but you were far from becoming friends.
As everyone went back to their rooms for a nap before dinner, Steve leaned against the closed door and watched you slump down on the bed.
“I feel like I can finally breathe without shaking from anxiety,” you confessed, staring at the ceiling.
Steve leaned into your view with a smirk. “Let’s celebrate properly.”
You sat up, hesitant about his intentions. “How…?”
He pulled out a deck of cards from his pocket. “Stole this from McDonald’s.”
You gasped but couldn’t hide your chuckles. “You’re so random. They’re gonna send the police after us.”
Steve made space on the bed while you took off your shoes and changed into comfortable clothes. He acted as if he wasn’t checking you out when you bent down to close your bag.
He taught you how to play poker, and in half an hour, you were already beating him.
“You won again?” he whined. “How—? Are you sure you’ve never played before?”
You giggled excitedly as he shuffled the cards. “Nope. Never. It’s fun, though.”
You patted your pockets. “I’ve got nothing.”
“Alright, let’s play Blackjack and whenever someone loses, they have to do a dare or answer a question,” he suggested.
Steve explained the rules of the game with some practice rounds, but this time, you found it more difficult to win.
“Ugh, a ten,” you groaned as you lost the first real round.
You had never played it before, but you had seen in movies that the dares could be pretty crazy.
He didn’t hesitate. “Are you a virgin?”
You rolled your eyes so hard you almost induced a headache. “You’re such a man.”
Steve’s cheeks turned pink as he realized his lack of discretion. “Okay, you’re right. Sorry.”
He knew almost nothing personal about you. This was his moment to be nosy. “Who’s your school crush?”
“C’mon. There has to be someone,” he insisted while secretly hoping you said his name.
“Uhm…” You tapped your chin, deep in thought. “Eddie Munson is cute.”
Steve’s jaw almost hit the floor. “What?! You like the guy that’s repeating senior year?”
You chuckled. “I know it sounds crazy coming from me. But he picked up my pencil once and… I kinda blushed.”
Steve scoffed. “Wow, a pencil… You’re so easy to impress.”
“I’m not!” you chuckled. “I don’t even know him. I just think he is nice to look at.”
He rolled his eyes and shuffled the cards again. He got so distracted with his thoughts about Eddie and you that he stupidly lost.
“Boom!” you exclaimed. “Truth or dare.”
“I’m not a coward like you, so dare,” he teased.
You bit your lip. “Oh, but I already had a question planned.”
He sighed. “Fine. Truth.”
“Did you cheat on the last Calculus quiz?” The words stumbled from your mouth from how thrilled you were for the answer.
Steve narrowed his eyes. “I’ll answer that if you answer the first question I made.”
“That’s not fair,” you grumbled. But you needed to know so badly… Your cheeks turned scarlet as you mumbled, “I am.”
“I’m a virgin,” you clarified. “Obviously.”
Steve felt his stomach twist, but he acted normally as he shuffled the cards. “I don’t think it’s that obvious. You’re, like, super pretty. Maybe you don’t go to parties, but I don’t know. I thought maybe some nerd and you—”
“No,” you scoffed. “They’re too shy and I have zero patience.”
“Oh, I know that,” he smirked, receiving a slap on the arm from you.
But Steve wouldn’t escape so easily. “Did you cheat or not?”
He sighed deeply, putting the cards down to look into your eyes. “I didn’t.”
You frowned, “What? How—?”
“I sneaked into Miss Williams’ office after class and changed my answers.”
You snickered. “You’re lying. That can’t be—”
Steve shrugged, feeling a tiny bit guilty. “If I failed it, I would’ve repeated the year, so… yeah. Shitty, horrible, bad, but I had no choice.”
It felt as if you were in a criminal confession booth. “Yeah, you could’ve studied.”
He sighed. “It’s not as easy for me as it is for you, okay?”
“Why? Because partying and girls take a lot of time from you?”
Steve glared at you. “I’m gonna ignore your attempts to piss me off.”
You chuckled and let another Blackjack round start. It wasn’t shocking when you lost again.
He gulped and looked at his hand as he whispered, “Why do you hate me so much?”
Your smile wavered. “I don’t hate you. Just… I don’t know. I guess it pisses me off that you have everything.”
Steve frowned. “You mean money?”
“No, no. Not like that. You are… a handsome, rich, charismatic white man that doesn’t have to put effort into being liked,” you admitted, avoiding his expectant eyes. “Just look at these past days. You got into the Decathlon by cheating on a test and helped us win. No effort, no plan, no studying. You just… were you and got us the awards.”
He sank into his shoulder uncomfortably. “Not everything in my life is easy.”
You sighed. “I’m sure. I guess I’m just jealous.”
Steve leaned closer, resting his elbows on his knees, trying to decipher you. “Of my popularity?”
“No,” you snorted. “Jealous that… you’re a man. If I were a man, people wouldn’t call me annoying or bossy for wanting to be the best. They’d call me ambitious and brave. I would be a legend for carrying the debate team to multiple wins across the country. But no, I get called a greedy, controlling bitch.”
Steve felt a deep sense of guilt, knowing he had heard people call you that and hadn’t defended you. Hesitantly, he reached for your hand. “I’m sorry. People suck. Society sucks. But you shouldn’t care about their opinions. From the little I’ve known of you today, I can see you’re… a genuine and nice person.”
You quirked an eyebrow, smirking. “Yeah, sure.”
“No, I mean it,” he insisted. “You care a lot about your team. You’re funny. You’re super smart, and you know it, and that makes you look so independent and confident. Honestly? I wish I were more like you.”
This time, you had to laugh out loud. “C’mon, Steve.”
He sat up straighter and said in a firm voice, “I mean it. I’m jealous of you too. You always look so put together, determined on fulfilling your goals. You answer every class question in a flash. I’m sure you’ll be president of the United States and I’ll be washing cars in Hawkins or something.”
Your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling. Steve was probably being overexaggerated to make you feel better, but still, it worked. He squeezed your hand and whispered, “Being beautiful and intelligent is a combo that rarely happens, but you got it. And that’s so cool.”
Without thinking, you closed the distance and swiftly kissed Steve.
His mind stopped working as he froze. You pulled back, your cheeks red as a tomato, and mumbled, “I’m sorry—”
Steve’s hand found the nape of your neck as he brought you back to his lips. Your fingers clutched his sweater nervously and his hands found your waist, drawing you closer. He kissed you like a starving man, like he had been wishing his whole life for it.
Each touch of your lips was more intense and desperate than the last. He caressed your thigh, his fingers ghosting near the edge of your shorts. “You taste so good,” he whispered against your lips.
“It’s my lip balm,” you blurted out.
Steve lowered his kisses to your jaw and your neck. Your hands went to his arms, your head tilting back instinctively as his mouth worked his way down to your throat. You were so close that he could feel your heartbeat raising, your breath turning to panting.
“Is this okay?” He looked up from your collarbone as he held the hem of your shirt.
It surprised you that he was asking permission. He seemed more like the type of guy to take what he wanted.
And no, none of what you were doing was okay. Quite the opposite. You were pretty sure this was forbidden to do on school-related trips, but the adrenaline running through your veins was too addicting.
Steve hurriedly took off your shirt; you followed him by unclasping your bra and throwing it across the room carelessly. He groaned at the sight of your breasts. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
You arched your back, kind of surprised, when he leaned down to suck one of your nipples eagerly. He took his time before switching to lavish the other. With an arm around you, he prompted you to straddle him, making sure your breasts were right at his face.
Steve pulled back and cupped them, his thumbs grazing your sensitive peaks. He stared at your face as you moaned and squirmed on top of him, your hands clutching his arms.
“Oh, Steve, t-that feels so good.”
“Yeah, sweetheart, you like it that much?”
You whimpered when his tongue found its way back to your other nipple, circling it slowly before sucking it hard.
Your moans and shaky squirms over his lap were hardening him. He gripped your hips and guided your movements to create friction.
Steve groaned against your nipple when you pressed down desperately. “Steve, m-more, please.”
It blew his mind that the girl who wanted him dead a few hours ago—and whom he had jerked off thinking about—was now begging him to fuck her.
He gently turned both around until you were lying on the bed. You desperately tugged his belt, trying to unbuckle it with your trembling hands. Steve took off his sweater and helped you before hastily shoving down his pants.
Your eyes turned wide at the sight of his hard-on beneath his briefs. You had never seen a dick, but you weren’t sure they were supposed to be that massive.
“That’s not gonna fit,” you commented nervously. “It’s… Steve, it’s too big.”
Steve smirked and kissed your cheek. “I’ll make it fit, sweetheart.”
When his hands gripped your shorts, you stopped him. “Wait, w-will it hurt?”
He hesitated, then went with the truth. “Probably, since it’s your first time. But I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”
You thought about it, your eyes still on the huge hidden bulge, then raised your hips in silent permission. Steve felt relieved to finally undress you completely.
His heart stopped as he gave you a once-over. “Wow. You’re… way out of my league.”
You rolled your eyes but smirked. “Steve, I know you’ve been with lots of girls.”
“No one as pretty as you,” he murmured before kissing your thighs. And despite it all, you could see he was being honest. “Can I taste you?”
His words brought you back to reality. You were actually doing this. You would lose your virginity to Steve Harrington.
“Please,” he whimpered after kissing your inner thigh, right next to your core.
And that wonderful, pleasing voice took away any insecurity. He wanted you just as desperately as you wanted him. “Yes, Steve.”
He parted your legs, placing them over his shoulders. “Has anyone done this to you before?”
At the shake of your head, his excitement grew into a sense of possessiveness. You inhaled sharply at the first touch of his tongue. He traced circles with the tip, gradually increasing the speed and pressure until you were arching your back and moaning brokenly.
You grasped his hair, needing support, and your thighs locked around his head when he sucked your clit hard.
“You’re so wet, princess.” His index finger teased your entrance, making you jump. “It’s all for me, isn’t it?”
You nodded and bucked your hips against his face, greedily chasing more friction.
“Say it.” Steve ceased his movements, looking up at you with lustful eyes. “Who’s making you so desperate, sweetheart?”
The cockiness in his voice annoyed you, but damn, you were so close. “You, Steve. I’m wet for you. Only you.”
He smirked and dived back to taste your clit, two fingers sinking into your soaked folds. Your nails clasping his hair made his cock twitch. Steve shamelessly grinded his hips against the edge of the bed, needing any kind of friction to avoid exploding.
You were levitating, the pressure in your lower belly already tightening. He was working with maddening determination, focused on pleasing you.
“Come for me, princess. Let go.”
Your whole body tensed when his middle finger curled inside you, reaching a spot you'd never been able to find on your own. You chanted his name like a beggar as your orgasm hit you like a crushing wave.
Steve wasn’t slowing down. “More. Give it all to me, babe.”
Tears built in your eyes from the unbearable pleasure. Your climax was stronger than ever, morphing into more. An odd need to pee overwhelmed you. Oh, no. “Steve, wait— I don’t—”
“It’s okay, let go,” he groaned.
And before you knew it, the rush hit its peak, and warm liquid soaked Steve’s face and fingers as you squirted uncontrollably.
Your eyes went wide at the sensation. You had read about it in the erotica novels you had hidden under your mattress, but never in a million years had you expected it to be possible on your body.
Steve kissed his way up your body until his lips reached yours. Almost motionless, you caressed his chest as you returned the kiss. It felt oddly exhilarating tasting yourself on his tongue.
“That was…” you mumbled as you pulled back. “Thank you.”
Steve chuckled, his thumbs stroking your hips. “You’re welcome, I guess.”
With a sudden urge of bravery, your hand slithered between your bodies to grasp his hard cock. His smile changed to a whimper, his forehead resting against yours.
“Fuck… Y/N, wait. I don’t have any condoms.”
You hesitated, then sat up and opened the nightstand drawer. There were various snacks, water, and a pack of condoms. “They come with the room, but—”
“I’ll pay them later,” Steve said, rapidly grabbing the pack and ripping it open.
You laid back on the bed, holding his shoulders anxiously while he put the condom on. Your heart started hammering like crazy. Oh, God. This was happening. This was really happening.
Steve noticed your wide, tense eyes on his cock. “We don’t have to do this.”
You looked at him, almost offended. “What? No, no. I want this. But I’m worried it will hurt.”
“I’ll go slow, and we’ll stop if you need to,” Steve promised, pecking your lips softly. He positioned himself between your legs and aligned his protected cock on your entrance. “Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?”
You nodded, tightening your hold on his shoulder. He kissed you delicately, distracting you from the upcoming pain. You gasped against his mouth when the tip entered.
He stopped immediately, letting you adjust, and kissed around your face. “It’s okay, just breathe.”
“Oh, God,” you whimpered as he moved an inch.
The burning, the pressure, the unfamiliar fullness… You closed your eyes and took deep breaths.
“It feels like a knife ripping me open,” you admitted, then quickly added. “But don’t stop yet.”
Steve was grasping the sheets hard while using all his willpower to not thrust freely. “You’re so fucking tight. It’s driving me insane already.”
You grimaced as he kept stretching you, moving deeper into you. “Steve… Is it done?” you panted.
He looked at you with pity. “I’m only halfway in.”
“I won’t go any deeper yet, alright?” He reassured you.
He pulled back before starting slow, shallow thrusts, needing you to adjust. With each movement, he could feel your body relaxing, your cries turning to moans.
The strangeness was changing to sparks of pleasure as you calmed down. “Steve… f-feels good.”
“Yeah?” he whispered, kissing your temple. “Want me to go deeper?”
The pain came back with every new inch inside you, but the slowness and Steve’s words were making everything more bearable.
“You feel great, baby. So tight around me,” he grunted in your ear, sending shivers down your body.
As your body gave in to the pleasure, you begged, “Move faster, p-please.”
He held up your thighs, bending you to accelerate his pace. Each thrust eliciting whimpering sounds from your throat. You grasped the sheets, arching your back uncontrollably. “Ah, Steve. Steve! Faster.”
You grasped his shoulders and looked him in the eye. “Yes, fuck. Why would I lie—? Ah!”
Steve cut you off with a deep thrust. “Don’t start with the attitude.”
His hips snapped against yours, pounding into you as he finally let loose. Your nails sank into his back as you brought him closer. He dropped his head to kiss you messily, biting and pulling your bottom lip.
“That’s it. You take me so good,” he grunted, driving faster into you. “You were made for me, baby.”
The headboard was hitting the wall loudly, but you were too distracted with each other's bodies to care. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and chest as he looked down at his cock claiming you.
“Fuck, fuck,” Steve whimpered. “So tight. Feels so fucking good. Don’t think I’ll last long.”
It had been a while since he had done this, probably with Nancy. He didn’t even remember anymore. All his thoughts were on you, your sounds, your perfume mixed with sweat, your bouncing breasts… His hands cupped them, swiftly stroking your hardened nipples.
You threw your head deeper to the pillow and closed your eyes at the amazing sensation. “Ah, d-don’t stop! Just like that!”
But his hand flew to grasp your cheeks. “Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you come.”
Fuck, this was better than anything you could’ve imagined. All those nights you had fingered yourself while reading your filthy books couldn’t compare in the slightest to this level of pleasure.
Steve’s hand tentatively grabbed your neck, testing the waters. But when your pussy clenched hard around his length, he scoffed, “Knew you’d be into this.”
You moaned, “More, Steve, more…”
His hold tightened as his thrusts fastened. “Is this what you wanted? To be controlled? To be mine?”
“Y-yes,” you moaned mindlessly, your mind almost blank from the pleasure.
“Say it. Say you’re mine, sweetheart,” he grunted, making emphasis in the nickname to annoy you.
The second you hesitated, Steve slowed down. “Oh, you want me to stop then?”
“No! Sorry,” you whimpered. You sighed and whispered, “I’m yours.”
He smirked and feigned confusion. “What? I didn’t hear you.”
You rolled your eyes, raising your hips for friction. “Steve, c’mon!”
He ceased his movements, and you immediately folded, “I’m yours! Steve, I need you, please. I’m so close.”
Steve hooked your legs over his shoulders, placed a pillow under your hips, and pounded into you with all his might. The new angle allowed him to go deeper.
You cried at the fullness of him stretching you and hitting your g-spot. Your body tensed as Steve started to rub your clit frantically.
“I can feel you’re close, baby. Come around me,” he urged.
Just as the last time, the pleasure came to its peak as you shattered on his cock. The orgasm ripped through your body like lightning.
The clenching of your pussy brought him over the edge. Steve spilled inside you with a guttural groan. “Fuck!”
He kept thrusting, prolonging both your orgasms, until the high came down. You fell limp on the bed, weak and motionless, as he laid next to you, almost collapsing onto you.
Steve took off the filled condom, tying it up and threw it in the trash can. He soothed your tummy. “Are you okay?”
You were still trying to recover your air, but you nodded. “I’m… great.”
He smirked and pinched your thigh. “Am I still an idiot?”
His messy hair and flushed face were evidence of the greatest moment of weakness you’ve had in your life. The best of mistakes that could never be repeated but would always live in your mind.
You patted Steve’s cheek. “Very much.”
a/n: happy last ST episode day!! im so scared and sad omg they better not kill our man!
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