Steve Harrington Imagines

Rated R pt. 2

Y/n POV

I sat in class, nervously bouncing my pencil off the notebook in front of me. It was "free write" time. Whatever that means. I couldn't get the thoughts of Steve's dream out of my mind.

"Whimpering for more..."

"From between your thighs..."

Why was that so hot? Why was I even attracted to something Steve said? He dated my older sister, I should be disgusted by him, or at least not entertaining the idea of him touching me. It also didn't help that he sat in front of me in class.

I watched the back of his head, the back of his neck and how his hair moved effortlessly, his back would move under his shirt. I swear he flexed just to show me his muscles.

He turned around and smiled at me.

"Wheeler, you got a pencil?" I starred at him for a second, not answering.

"Yes." I said blankly.

"Can I borrow it?" More starring from me with no words.

"No." His face dropped into a straight line and he glared at me.

"Just let me borrow the pencil." I huffed.

"Or else what? You going to flip my table and throw a fit?" He chuckled lightly. He then stood up, flipped my table and grabbed the edges of my chair, barricading me between his arms, his very attractive arms. My breathing hitched in my throat.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." I gulped.

"Do what?" He smirked.

"You're so naive. I know you want me inside you..." he brought his lips to my ear. "... want me penetrating your little pussy as you scream in pleasure." The breath on my neck was driving me over the edge, I could feel the panic kicking in.

"Steve I-" he cut my off with a kiss, his lips moving against mine. I was too stunned to kiss back for a moment, but ended up doing it.

His lips were soft like butter, and he was a better kisser than I had imagined him to be. His hands gripped under my thighs and he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his torso he walked to the teachers desk and shoved everything off, laying me down.

He kissed down my neck to my chest, ripping open my shirt and hungrily kissing my chest. I moaned in pleasure as he kissed down and down and down getting to my jeans.

"Permission request to take your pants off." He said in more of a statement tone.

"Permission granted." He smirked and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down quickly and kissing my hip, then to my thigh, then the inside of my thigh, he lightly touched my inner thigh helping to spread them open a little bit.

I heard a sudden blaring noise, it was so god damn annoying. I sat up and let out a loud breath.

Holy shit. I just had a wet dream about Steve fucking Harrington.

I threw my legs over the edge of my bed and let out a sigh, laying my head in my hands. How could I let this happen? That's literally so disgusting. I'm going to vomit. I sat up, shaking off the feeling and walking to my bathroom, turning on the shower faucet and undressing myself. I hopped in, feeling the hot water run down my body was so refreshing.

I started shampooing my hair, massaging my scalp and closing my eyes. I hummed as it felt good, when I heard the door open. I quickly looked over and saw, you fucking guessed it, Harrington.

"Damn Wheeler, lookin good!" I tried to cover myself, but it's hard when you're completely exposed in front of a clear shower door.

"Get out!" He laughed, putting his hands in the air and backing out of the shower. God, I can't have a moment of peace in this house. I quickly finished my shower, hopping out and wrapping my towel around me I walked into my room.

"I know you like me." I looked on my bed to see him just sitting there.

"No I don't." He smiled.

"You're sister likes me, so obviously you would too." I scrunched my face at him.

"Liking someone isn't transferred through genetics you idiot." He laughed at this.

"But bullying people you like is." I starred at him, I had nothing to say. I was already annoyed with his presence.

"Steven, can you get out of my room?" He sighed and stood up, walking over to me.

"Only if you admit that you like me." Bingo. A light bulb popped into my mind.

"Like you? Oh Steven, I'm utterly obsessed with you." I ran my hand up his arm and back down slowly.

"I often picture you climbing through my window at night, kissing down my body..." I stood up on my top toes so my lips were by his ear.

"...fucking me until my legs shake..." I whispered into his ear. His breathing was a bit ramped now and I could tell he was trying to keep his composure.

"Do you actually imagine that?" I giggled at him.

"No." I said blankly.

"Wheeler, you ruin all the fun." I smiled.

"Not really, I'm having a great time thinking of you walking down stairs with that..." I pointed to the OBVIOUS boner in his pants. He quickly adjusted his jeans until it was gone.

"Okay, very funny." He glared at me before walking out of my room, I shut the door behind him and locked it, sighing I sat on my bed. Where did that confidence come from? No one knows.

After some time I got dressed, walked downstairs and sat on the couch. I was reading a really good book at the moment so that typically what I decided to do in my spare time. I heard Mike and the rest of the kids laughing downstairs, while I saw out do the corner of my eye Steve leaving.

"Where are you running off too?" He turned back and walked to me.

"Well, the kids are all busy and are in no need of babysitting so I am off." I lightly smiled at him.

"It's cute that you babysit." He smirked.

"Cute huh?" I rolled my eyes.

"I don't like you Harrington." He nodded.

"You brought it up, not me!" He said with his hands raised.

"Get out of my house." I said in a joking manner.

"Gladly Wheeler." He said back.