Sweater weather
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary:One night changes everything between Steve and you, turning years of best friendship into something casual after he saw his girlfriend Nancy the perfect Wheeler kissing Jonathan Byers. tags/warnings: fem!reader, bestfriends to lovers, bestfriends with benefits, smut, dirty talk, dry humping, fingers in mouth, p in v, inspired by Sweater Weather- The Neighbourhood author's note: I think this sucks but after a small break from writing, Im baaack and feedback is always aprecciated. Thank you all for the support <3 (you can also request things) Maybe open to write a second part of this :) wordcount: 2499
Steve Harrington and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We've been through every stage of life together, from the worst days to the most embarrassing ones. For example, the first time I got my period was at his house. While I was convinced I was gonna die from bleeding, Steve ran around looking for his mom and came back with a towel and a box of band aids because he had absolutely no idea how periods worked.
I think that's why we're so close, we've seen each other at our most vulnerable in ways no one else ever has. We even kissed once, just to try because we were teenagers and hormones were high but nothing went further than a brief make out. Actually, now that weâre in college, Iâve been helping him with girls and dates.
He liked this girl named Nancy Wheeler. The perfect girl. The kind of girl who always got good grades and had boys falling head over heels for her. Especially Steve, of course.
When he found out Nancy was in my literature class, he practically begged me to help him. Since Nancy and I were actually pretty good friends, I agreed and ended up setting the whole thing up. I planned their first date, gave Steve advice on what to wear, and even helped him figure out what to text her.
Now, Nancy and Steve had been dating for almost three months.
At first, everything was normal. Steve was happy, Nancy was happy, and I was happy for themâŠbut the problem was that Steve had a habit of saying things that left me confused for days.
Heâd tell me I looked pretty every single time we hung out, lie on my bed with his head resting on my stomach while we studied, stare at me like a lost puppy whenever I talked, and hand me his jacket the second I said I was cold.Â
And then there were the jokesâŠâŠ
Oh, the jokes.
"If Nancy ever dumps me, youâll always be my girl. "Â
Which was weird because Steve was dating Nancy and he had spent months talking about her before they got together, and because that kiss we shared when we were teenagers didnât actually mean anything.Â
So whenever Steve did those stupid things I'd remind myself that I was reading too much into it and he was doing them because he was my best friend and he was a jerk who liked making jokes. Nothing else.
And everything was perfect until Halloween, when a girl at our college threw a party. I didnât go to the party because I wasnât in the mood for drama, and besides, Nancy was going with Steve, so I figured Iâd just stay out of it.
Finally, the perfect girl Nancy Wheeler got really really drunk, and told Steve that everything between them was bullshit.Â
Steve got angry, left the party, and ended up at a park. Smoking and trying to calm himself down. But eventually, like always, he went to Nancyâs house, climbing through the window like he always did. But this time, when he climbed up to her room, he saw her kissing Jonathan Byers in her bed. Thatâs when he left and a while later, he ended up at my house.
I was lying in bed when I heard the window open and i didnât even have to look to know it was him.
âHeeey loserâ I said while flipping the page of the magazine i was reading.
But this time he didnât joke or collapse on top of me, he just sat down on the edge of my bed and told me everything. And when he finished talking? he kissed me until our clothes were scattered across the floor.
After that night, nothing really went back to normal and we didnât talk properly about it, it just kept happening.
Steve said he couldnât break up with Nancy yet, not because he didnât know how he felt, but because christmas was coming, evolving family events and happy moments so he didnât want to be the bad guy.But also because Nancy didnât mentioned Jonathan yetâŠ.Every time he tried, something just felt wrong, like the timing was never right.Â
And I guess I didnât really care about labels anyway. I never wanted a relationship, and this was easier. Steve understood me in a way most people didnât, and somehow that made it feel okay.Â
But in the end, we kept coming back to each other. Two weeks of pretending it was something casual and acting like it didnât mean anything more than stress relief and some revenge sex.
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It was Saturday night when my phone rang but I knew that it was Steve.
âI bought some cigarettes and beers, so I'm picking you up at eight. you cool with that?â
âSure. Sounds good to me.â
âCool. See you later, then.â
âYou know you could've just texted me for this very short conversation, right?â
âYeah, I know.â He paused âBut I needed to hear your voice.â
A laugh escaped me. More of a scoff, really. âShut up.â
Steve chuckled on the other end of the line. âI'll see you tonight.â
And before I could say something, he hung up.
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At 8 p.m Steve arrived in his BMW right on time so I grabbed my jacket and climbed into the passenger seat. The radio was playing quietly, the streets almost empty as we drove through the cold night.
The ride to his house was easy, like always. Comfortable silence and steve tapping his fingers against the wheel to the songs that were playing. After some minute he pulled into the driveway and parked the car, cutting the engine.
And then, we were sitting on the lounge chairs by his pool, sharing a cig like we always did on those late nights when Steve called me to let off some steam, which of course, they always ended up with sex.
"You cold?" he asked, blowing the smoke out before passing me the cigarette.
I was kind of shivering as i brought it to my lips "I'm fine."
He took the cigarette from my mouth and left it on an ashtray as he held out his arms. "come here."
"What?" I looked at his sweater.
"Your hands. Put them inside my sleeves."
I laughed and sighed. "fine, idiot."
I slipped my hands into the sleeves of his sweater, my fingers brushing with his hand, and then, before I could say anything, he gently pulled me from my lounge chair onto his lap.
He hummed softly "see? now we're both warmer" he said, grinning playfully at me.
"Oh, so this is what you wanted, huh?" I said, copying his smile.
He shifted his hips slightly. "My favorite view. What can I say?"
I shifted on his lap on purpose, pressing down just enough to make him squirm.
"Brat" he muttered and then, without another word, he pulled me into a kiss. My hand slipped into his hair as I moved against him, his grip tightening on my waist as he guided my movements.Â
âFuckâŠso goodâ
Steveâs hips jerk up into mine as I continued to grind on him, a moan left out my lips into the kiss and he kissed me harder, swallowing the gasp right out of my mouth. I could feel his dick twitch underneath his jeans and Im sure he could feel my heat through the fabric of my pants.
Steve pulled from the kiss for a moment to catch some breath, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes glowing as he stared at me. The friction of his arousal pressing against me was driving me insane.
âYou look so goodâ he said, his hand resting on the side of my neck as his thumb brushed my skin so so slowly âwith all those pretty sounds youâre makingâ
Sometimes I had to remind myself that this was just casual. Just two bestfriends who were having fun, plus I didnât want any relationship and Steve was still with nancy, but when he looked at me like that I sometimes wanted to be loved for once.A feeling I swore, multiple times, that I didnât need.Â
"So pretty," he murmured almost out of breath, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
My mouth parted slightly and he took it as an invitation, his thumb parted my lips as he pushed it inside my mouth and pressed it against my tongue. Steve lifted his hips again, teasing and making me bite his finger softly.
âThatâs it, good girlâ smirking as he groaned softly.Â
I could feel my legs trembling and my breathing unsteady as I felt the climax building in my lower stomach.Â
He pulled his thumb out of my mouth with a soft pop as we both smiled playfully at each other and without any word, because I know what he thinks about, he lifted us both off the lounge chair. My legs circled his waist carefully as he carried me inside the house.
His living room was warm, just in time as it started to pour outside.Â
still kissing each other, Steve's knees hit the sofa as he sat down with me still on his lap. "Now that we're warm," he murmured against my mouth, gently biting my lower lip. "I think we're wearing way too many clothes."Â
His left hand met my waist, keeping me steady as with the other one he reached the gem of my shirt. I couldnât stop looking at him with parted lips, even if weâve been doing this for two weeks, I would never get used to Steve Harrington looking at me like I wasn't his best friend but like I was something more.
âStop teasing me, Steve. Just take my clothes off already."
"You're so bossy, pretty girl," he smirked as he reached for my shirt and pulled it off. "loving ordering me around, huh?"
I pulled him back into another kiss as my hands reached eagerly to the zip of his pants "and you love talking and teasing, Harrington," I murmured against his lips.
Steve took off his shirt as he lifted his hips to help me ease his pants down, his happy trail trail that leaded to the edge of his briefs it was now on sightÂ
âEyes on me, come on. Youâll have time to stare laterâ Steve reached for my chin
I smiled because oh wow , how I loved when he got like thatÂ
âYouâre not the one in charge hereâ I remarked while taking off my pants and stripping off my underwear.
I could feel his heart racing as he accepted defeat âYou know what?â a grin tugged at his lips while he copied my movements, tossing his briefs tthrowing his briefs aside without breaking eye contact. âRide me, I like you on topâ he said softly, his voice still teasing but lower now.Â
Steve was thick already, just from the heat of me grinding on him before, so I wrapped my fingers around him. His dick twitched in my palm and his belly tightened softly âFuck, babyâ
That nickname didnât sound casual at all, and it made me even more turned on.Â
âDid you say something Harrington? a small chuckle let out my lips while I lifted my hips so i could slide my slick along his dripping tip. My whole body reacted even if I tried to tease him.Â
I lined him up and pressed down, so so so slow until his head was inside. The stretch was so sweet and dizzying, making me gasp before I could stop myself.
Steve groaned but still managed to joke around âthought I was supposed to be the one doing all the banterâÂ
That made me take more, sinking inch by inch until I was full with his big length âYouâre kinda bad at itâ I gasped
âOh, sure I amâ He lifted his hips to meet mine, making me gasp by the sudden movement. He was being annoying on purposeÂ
âFuckâ I whisperedÂ
âWhat mhm? I didnât do anythingâ His hands landed on my thighs, flexing softly. Even under all that teasing he still touched me like he was in love.
âSo weâre playing dirty huh? Fineâ I rolled my hips, circling, a careful grind that dragged my clit along his happy trail
Steve throwed his head back with the softest moan âFuckâ His eyes landed on me again âFine, you wonâ
I moved even more, the stretch growing more urgent as I dropped a little harder to chase the perfect angle that made me see the stars âI knowâ
He couldnât help but smile and pull me into a slow and messy kiss âYouâre such a brat⊠but I like itâÂ
The sensation makes me moan again âSteveâ
Steve growls at the sound of his name on my lips âTell me, princessâ
My mouth dropped open, the confidence I had earlier started to disappear as i felt the climax building faster now. My face falling into his shoulder as a loud and overstimulated cry falls from my lips âIm gonna cum, Harringtonâ
Steve nodded as his hand was on my waist, pulling me and guiding gently my movements while his hips matched my pace âI got you, babyâ
And after some seconds, my orgasm landed as Steve fucked me trought the pleasure. hips bucking as his dick filled me up with his release. My fingers found the back of his head, brushing them through the sweaty curls at his nape
The living room fell into silence, broken only by our ragged breathing. I was still rested against Steveâs shoulder, pressing small kisses against his skin while he gently traced slow patterns along my back.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, like we always used to. Just holding each other until Steve shifted slightly, gently lifting my face from his shoulder. His fingers brushed my hair out of my face tucking it back softly as he looked at me.
âheyâ he said quietly, making me meet his eyes âyou good?â
ânever been better,harringtonâÂ
âYeah?â he said, a small smile forming again while he gently ruffled my hair âglad to hear that, baby.â
The word caught me off guard because he used to say baby during sex, but now? That's why I chose to not say anything, ust looked at him for a second longer than I should have.
Steve held my gaze, noticing, but chose not to say anything either âAlright,â he murmured. âMovie time.â
And after cleaning ourselves up and changing into clothes that were obviously too big on me because they were Steveâs, we pulled a blanket over us as the TV played some random movie
Steve glanced at me again, his voice lighter now. âYou cold again? Seriously?â
âMaybeâ I smiledÂ
âCome on,â he said, holding out his arms slightly. âPut your hands in the holes of my sweater.â















