❝ Dream Boy ❞
a collection of steve harrington imagines set both in canon hawkins ( with upside down ) and au hawkins ( without the upside down ) // centered around steve harrington x reader
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( Note: This story is rated *18+* ) It took so damn long, but finally you and Steve saved up enough to get your own place, and while it's nothing fancy it's yours, all yours, just like Steve ♥️ Warnings: Sexual Content, Male and Female identifying characters.
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Before the alarm when off at your bedside you felt Steve crawl out from under the warmth of the sheets, your body missing his as soon as he moved away from you. He was so much better at morning than you were, up with the sun while you protested against the soft light falling in through your bedroom window, but at least it made for a beautiful view.
Watching him shuffle his way to the bathroom, grey sweats hung low on his hips, he ran his hands through his hair and loosed a yawn. The muscles along his back tightened as he stretched his hands over his head and you couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of your lips. How in the hell were you so lucky?
The soft static sounds of the shower mixed with whatever song was playing through the radio on the bathroom counter rubbed against your eardrums and you heard the glass panel of the shower close. Shutting your eyes for a minute you thought about lying there like you usually did, dozing for just a second more, but you couldn't relax. Steve's morning hair, the way his hips moved as he lazily walked across the room, the kisses he pressed to your forehead. Lifting your head you glanced at the clock.
7:35am. Plenty of time.
Dragging yourself out of bed, one of Steve's giant oversized shirts dancing just above your knee, you traced the same path he'd walked to the bathroom.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Steve called over the shower door as he heard the door close. You could hear the grin on his lips, his blurry figure going through the motions of washing his hair.
"Hardly," you teased, grabbing your toothbrush and quickly running it through your mouth, leaning against the counter.
Steve laughed as you saw him turn and start washing out his shampoo, "I'll make a pot of coffee as soon as I'm done, that should help."
You hummed a reply and put your toothbrush back in your cup. "Coffee and..." you trailed off, fingers looping around the lace of your panties as you stepped out of them, pulling his shirt over your head.
"Breakfast?" he called back, tone matter-of-fact.
You couldn't help laughing, your face flushing as you realized what you were doing, fingers curling around the glass panel of the shower and rolling it open. "Does this count?" you asked, peeking in at him as you stepped first one foot then the other into the steam with him.
"Does what coun-" he turned to call back to you, but stopped short when he caught sight of you, jaw slack and nearly dropping the bottle of conditioner he was now squeezing down into the drain.
