stranger things minis

two: steve harrington

contains: soft sex, unprotected sex, bottom steve, top reader

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everyday in high school, you would go to class and sit down at your seat in the back. everyday you would sit and wait until one specific person sat in front of you. one seat ahead, two to the right. everyday you would sit and stare; stare at his hair, the way he wouldn't pay attention to the class (not like you were any better), stare at his jawline when he would turn his head to talk to his friends.

everyday in your PE class you would catch yourself in the locker room sparing glances every so often to the same boy, shaking water out of his hair. sometimes you would follow a drop of water as it rolled down his toned body like you would to a car window on a rainy day, then stop and look the other direction with a red face when it seemed like it wouldn't stop past his abs.

you would have never expected, three years later, to be holding Steve Harrington in your arms, on the same bed you would fall asleep thinking about him.

you cradle his head in your hands with your thighs encasing his, leaning down, pressing your forehead against his, just to stare at him again, except this time he was staring back.

"I love you," you whisper, adoration dripping off your tone. he blinks those pretty, brown eyes of his and his lips curl into a small smile, and you melt.

"I love you too." he says, and your lips are pressed against each other's in an instant. his lips are soft, velvety, everything you expected and more.

it starts out soft, sweet, but quickly evolves into something more. his hands thread into your hair and yours in his, travelling down to ride up his shirt. your tongues clash against one another, muffling each other's soft moans.

he gasps and shivers against you as your fingertips graze up and down his abdomen, unbuttoning his pants and throwing them across the room as soon as you got them off. your hands dip under the waistband of his boxers and you throw those too, and Steve laughs at your impatience.

you lean over to your bedside table and snatch the small bottle of lube you hide in the second drawer, squeezing a decent amount onto your fingers. Steve is fumbling with the strings on your sweatpants as you wait for it to warm up, sticking out his tongue when you gently knock him back down.

his legs spread out and you look back up at him for confirmation. he nods, and you comply, circling your slicked fingers around his rim before slowly pressing one in, stopping as he tightened around you and continuing when he relaxed.

A doesn't say anything, only searching for your unoccupied hand to interlock his fingers with. he lets out breathy sighs and you bite your lip at the way he's so tight around just your finger, at the way his dick chubs up all the way.

soon you insert a second, and then a third, and A is a panting mess, clinging to your hand and the pillow under his head for dear life. you're tempted to just stay here and absolutely destroy his prostate with just your fingers, but you can't ignore your own aching cock.

you finally remove your fingers once you deem him relaxed enough, one by one, discreetly wiping them on your sweatpants before lowering them to your thighs along with your boxers. your dick springs loose and he repositions his legs, wrapping them loosely around your waist.

"ready?" you ask, lining yourself up with his rim.

"mhm," he responds, and it's all you need to begin pushing yourself in, using all of your self control to not just come on the spot.

Steve moans softly, enjoying the stretch much more than he'd like to admit. he grins just watching you try to restrain yourself. he nudges your waist forward with the backs of his feet and you bite down a groan, placing your arms on either side of his chest, leaning down to pull him into a kiss again.

you soon are pushed all the way into him, the both of you frozen still as if moving would make either of you come. you giggle, and he laughs with you, wrapping his arms around your neck.

your pace starts slow, pulling out halfway before pushing in again, nibbling at his neck before you speed up, more demanding in your thrusts.

he's moaning, all these pretty little noises leaving his mouth and it makes you wanna keep him to yourself, so you kiss him, again, for what seems like the hundredth time that night. he whimpers when you hit that spot, and you aim for it, conscious of the way his thighs jerk against your sides and the way his dick is leaking between your stomachs.

he whispers that he's close, and you keep the pace, muttering 'i love you's against his lips.

he cries out when he does come, spasming against you, clamping around your cock and you lose it, a muffled noise of pure pleasure leaving your throat as you come too.

you're both panting heavily by the end of it. you pull out as slow as you can, rubbing circles against his pelvis bone when he whines at the loss.

you basically fall next to him, laying on your side, too tired to even pull your own pants up. he pulls the cover over the both of you, cuddling against tou with his head against your chest and a leg between yours. you run a hand through his soft hair and you both fall asleep to the sound of each other's soft, steady breathing.

you couldn't be any happier.