𝕾𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 - [𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻]

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - i love you (NSFW)

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 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 new for Scarlet to find herself lounging atop the fresh sheets smeared over Steve Harrington's bed. Decidedly, each and every time she stayed the night, she left her own clothes at home.

 Perhaps it was because she rather enjoyed watching as one of Steve's shirts or jumpers swamped her whole and tumbled down her thighs... or maybe because of the sight that would alight Steve's eyes whenever he stared at her swallowed within his clothes.

 Now she was tucked rather comfortably against his pillows while her eyes trailed the lengths of a book that Dustin had physically forced into her hands... how was Scarlet to know there was a story preceding The Fellowship of the Ring?

 As she read, digesting the story of Bilbo Baggins and his incredible adventure with a multitude of brave dwarves... Steam flooded from the bathroom. Steve had disappeared inside the mere second Scarlet had exited smelling like her familiar lather of vanilla. She had her own bottle in his room now.

 Her eyes kept drifting from the words smothering the pages. Flicking to and from the steam billowing free, carrying the scent of bergamot and mint. Scarlet Hopper had found herself stuck dealing with a dilemma.

 What was this dilemma? Well... maybe she simply wanted to stroll her way into the bathroom and join her boyfriend beneath the downpour of hot water for once.

 Since the day she'd spilled her secrets to Steve, only to find him staring back with nothing but that same adoration and love he always wore with pride... Scarlet had wanted to devour her fear and take exactly what she wanted without soon scurrying in the other direction.

 There were nights when skin would erupt in goosebumps as hot breath trailed over their flesh. Nights as the moon shone into Steve's bedroom where Scarlet would trail her lips just a little bit lower... only choke on her own tongue and scramble away with a shiver down her spine and disgust in her belly.

 She hated it.

 There was never a moment where she felt as though she owed something, that just wasn't Steve. Whenever he heard the words no or stop, his hands would flee her skin entirely and he'd only ever offer a smile. No matter how far they went... he always told her that he was proud.

 She wanted more, truly... because it was that final step to seizing all control. It would mean taking back what she'd given away out of necessity — it was something most normal teenagers experienced with love or lust fueling their actions... not fear and disgust.

 Scarlet wanted to act on the things she felt, for herself... and for Steve. She loved him. She could admit that to herself now... she loved everything about his stupid face. The way he was always pink. The way those brown eyes positively shined when they were glancing her way... the way he made her feel. She loved him...