Stranger Things one shots

I Got You (Steve x Reader - smut)

request: steve and fem!reader after dating for a while, have their first time??

word count: 2.1k 

warnings: smut (characters in story are 18+// minors DNI) drinking, partying. unprotected sex, semi public?? in car stuff. i think that's it.

The house was filled with drunk and rowdy people, you happily being one of them. The music played loud through the entire living room, only emphasised by the claps, stomping feet and off-key sing-along of the words. A punch might have been spilt over you, but you didn't care. It added to the experience.

A pair of slender arms wove their way around your waist, letting you spin around to face your boyfriend. He smiled his cocky smile, intoxicated by a mixture of the alcohol and his adoration for you.

'Hey hot stuff,' you had to practically shout the words for him to hear them over the music. 'What have you been up to?' You asked since he had been gone for the duration of about two songs, leaving you to fend for yourself on the make-shift dancefloor.

'I wanted to get us some drinks, but those dipshits didn't buy any of the good stuff!' He shouted over the music as well, the length of the sentence making him take a deep breath by the end of it. You looked over Steve's shoulder, trying to spit the open kitchen counter where the bar had been set up. Most of the bottles, once filled with cheap liquor, were empty or spilt over. No full beer cans were to be found.

In the meantime, Steve pulled you in closer, swaying your bodies to the music. He usually got handsy when he had something in his system. Usually, one drink was enough to loosen him up. That same amount was also enough to open up a different side to you as well. Steve always teased you for it, deservedly so, as you got incredibly handsy with him, and one drink was all it took. It's not that you didn't want to be all over him when completely sober, but without the Dutch courage, you were way too much in your head about it. And you didn't want to overthink it, that's not what it was supposed to be like. Your past relationships were enough proof that you could do it without that extra bittersweet support.

The thing with Steve, you supposed, was that you really really liked him. More than any other person you had been with. So, that made the things that never really mattered before suddenly very important. You wanted things, maybe not necessarily to be perfect, but at least as close to it as possible.

'Hey, Stevie,' you lean into him, so you can speak in a somewhat hushed tone, let no one hear you call him that nickname he hates but secretly really likes.

'What's up, babe?' His hand finds the hem of your shirt and squeezes it in his grip.

'It's getting a bit hot here, don't you think?' You try to look at him as innocently as possible, but neither of you can really contain your laughter as you do so.

'A bit, I suppose, want me to get you some water?' He was teasing you, you knew it.

'No, that's fine. I was just thinking. Maybe... you wanna get out of here?' With that, you close the gap between you, catching his lips in a soft kiss. He accepts it immediately, pressing you close to him, enjoying the feeling of your body against his. For that short moment, there was no one around you, no other dancing hectically, pushing or prodding. It was just you and him until you had to pull away for air.

'That,' he kissed your cheek once, softly, 'was the cheesiest thing I've ever heard.'

'Oi, Harrington.'

'No, really, y/n. I expect better from you.' He pouted playfully. His hand, in the meantime, wandered off your hip and his fingers found themselves entwined with yours. 'C'mon then.' You felt silly for the size of your smile as he pulled you through the crowd to the door, but the adrenaline and excitement took over. Outside, the warm summer air greeted you with the smell of upcoming rain. A long line of cars stood parked along the curb of the road, all the way until the end of the street, possibly even beyond it. Steve didn't let go of your hand all the way until you reached his '83 BMW and even then, he let you push him against the side, closing him in. With your arms around his neck, lips locked on lips, you had him in a steady grip filled with bliss.