Steve Harrington Imagines

Rated R

**This was a spicy scary movie request :)
**Requested by: Kosmic1Kreator

Y/n POV

I sat on the couch in front of the TV, waiting for something to magically start playing as my dad tousled with the antenna.

"I hate this god damn TV. You're on your own kid." He walked out of the living room and I let out a sigh. God dads are the worst. I looked through our movie collection and found a horror movie I had not yet seen. I shrugged and walked back to the tv, placing the VHS into the tape player.

I walked to the kitchen and made some popcorn, my favorite movie snack, waiting exactly 3 min and 5 sec I heard the ding! The popcorn fit perfectly in of my moms large mixing bowls.

Just as I sat down with my popcorn about to enjoy my movie, there was a knock of the door. I groaned aloud.

"Mike! Door!" I waited a few moments but didn't hear anything, I sighed again, loudly and walked to my front door. Opening it I saw Steve.

"What brings you here? Other than to hangout with middle schoolers?" He gave me a tight lipped smiled and walked through the door.

"Why to hear your sassy little remarks. Obviously Wheeler."

"ObViOuSlY wHeElEr." I mocked behind him.

"Speaking of said middle schoolers, are they here?" I shook my head.

"Fresh out of middle schoolers, but I do have a bitchy older sister that you once canoodled with whom should be home soon." He furrowed his brows at me.

"Canoodled? That was the best word you could come up with?" I shrugged.

"I like it, it's a funny word!" He rolled his eyes at me, walking into the living room and plopping down on my couch.

"What are we watching?" I let out a sigh.

"IM watching some random scary movie I found. I don't know what you're doing." He smiled over at me.

"Hey look at that! I love scary movies, thanks for the invite!" I glared at him, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

"Joy." I said plainly. I pressed play on the VHS remote as I got up to dim all the lights. I also shut the curtains, making sure there wasn't an ounce of light other than the tv screen. Is there any other way to watch a horror movie? No.

We were quietly watching the movie for the first half hour or so, both of us munching on my popcorn that was popped perfectly, might I add. That was until a sex scene came on. Steve quickly jumped over and covered my eyes.

"Don't look Y/n! This is highly inappropriate!" I laughed and swatted his hands away.

"Get off of me Harrington!" He removed his hands but stayed fairly close to me on the couch. He laughed a little as well, the movie continued and I kept accidentally touching Steve's hand while grabbing popcorn.

"You know Y/n, if you want to hold hands you can just ask." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Not everyone is obsessed with you Steven." He furrowed his brows at me.

"It's Harrington to you, Y/n." He remarked back to me.

"And it's Wheeler to you." He side eyed me and went back to watching the movie. It wasn't particularly scary, it was more so gory and gross. I grimaced at some imagines and Steve cackled at my expressions.

"Can't handle the movie Wheeler?" I looked over at him.

"I like horror, not surgery. This is disgusting!" He looked at me, in a way I couldn't really describe, before looking back at the movie.

His hand had somehow made its way to my thigh, I think I was too sucked into the nasty movie to realize he was touching me. I looked down and over to him, he was looking straight into the tv so I decided to not pay attention to it, maybe he would move it away.

"Y/n! Are you home?" I heard my mom yell from upstairs in the kitchen. I felt Steve's hand move from my thigh and I yelled back up to her.

"Yeah, I'm watching a movie!"

"Just checking!" I heard her walk descend down the hall and up the stairs. I looked up and didn't see Steve anywhere, I was confused as he was just next to me. I stood up and walked to the bathroom door when Steve popped out and startled me.

"Oh shit! Sorry I didn't see you there!" He said as I tired catching my breath.

"You're fine..." I breathed a bit heavy and I saw a small smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked, making him look down at me.

"Oh nothing... your dog panting made me remember a dream I had. That's all." I furrowed my brows.

"What was the dream?" His smirk grew.

"You wanna know?" I nodded.

"I do." He took a step towards me, causing me to take a step away, my back hitting the wall behind me.

"I could only see one point of view..." he said. He took another step forward and placed either hand on the sides of my head, trapping me in place, his mouth moving to my ear, he said his next sentence in a quiet whisper.

"I watched from between your thighs as you squirmed in my grasp..." my breathing hitched as he moved the hair from my shoulder.

"...both my arms clasped around your hips..." his breathing hitting my neck.

"...and you were breathing so hard, letting just a few moans slip out as I pleasured you..." he breathed out, right against my ear lobe, I thought I may pass out.

"...and now every time I look at you, all I can hear is you whimpering for more." I was now, most definitely, breathing hard. I made eye contact with him, so much lust could be seen in his eyes, and I wanted to kiss him so badly. It was almost painful.

"Y/n? Is Steve down here?" I heard Mike walk down the stairs and I quickly walked out from under Steve's arm and towards the staircase, looking back and seeing him walk towards the couch.

"Hey, he's down here." I said as Mike got the the bottom step.

"Yeah, no shit I see him. Come on Steve, Dustin needs us, code red." Steve got up from the couch and went to follow Mike, but I grabbed his arm before he could leave.

"What the hell was that?" I whisper yelled at him.

"Was what?" I wide eyed him.

"Uhhh, whatever just happened in the corner?" He smiled.

"Oh, I was just telling you about my dream silly, have fun with the surgery movie." He winked at me and walked up the stairs, leaving me downstairs, confused.

What the hell just happened?