❝ 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+* ) You take Steve to see Eddie and Corroded Coffin at a little hole in the wall venue, just the two of you, and you find yourselves getting lost in the music...and each other ♥️ Warnings: Sexual Content, Male and Female identifying characters.
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"Here?" your breath hitched as you felt your back meet the rough brick behind you, Steve's arm bracketing you in, a hand holding tight to your hip.
"Mmm, main act's on now–" he pressed kisses to your jaw, "–no one's coming out here–" kisses along your neck, "–got at least a couple songs–" one heated, lingering kiss dragged against the hollow behind your ear, "–plenty of time."
Your hands pressed into his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, and you grinned as he caught your lips between his. "Okay, hot shot. You're on the clock," letting go with one hand you carded it through his hair, tugging just a little at the end and Steve loosed a low groan.
"So impatient," he teased, tone rougher than before. Brushing his nose against your neck he silently asked for more access and you granted it, hair catching on on the wall behind you as you tilted your head back.
You don't remember how exactly you'd wound up round back of the Tin Bucket. Eddie had told you both earlier in the week that Corroded Coffin landed a gig there on Friday night and that he had a few extra tickets. It was obviously an emphatic yes from the two of you to the tickets and an immediate scowl from Robin when Steve asked her to cover his shift.
"Oh, just shut up already, Harrington."
"But I didn't even say anything!"
"You don't have to. Your stupid, big, brown eyes say enough."
"What are you–"
"I'll cover your dumb shift. So you can 'go out' or whatever," Robin looped her fingers around 'go out' and rolled her eyes so hard she swore they'd fall out the back of her head, but then Steve was grinning at her. One of those, thank you I love you I owe you, grins and she'd caved.
"Seriously, whatever you want. Wash your car, take the kids to the arcade, write Vickie a sweet little love lett–"
"Don't push it," she leveled him with a look and he put up his hands in surrender, but the grin was still plastered on his lips. Robin couldn't help a small smile and let out an exasperated sigh, "You're a menace, Harrington."
"Thank you, you're the best," his voice edged on sing-songy as he shoved out into the hot summer air, leaving Robin behind in the air conditioning.
"He's the fuckin' worst. I dunno how you convinced me, Buckley. Theworst," Keith breathed, mouth open. "You better have those returns put away by the time I'm done with this," he waved a sub sandwich at her on the way to the break room and Robin made a mental note that Steve owed her at least times-three for this one.
