Tell me, how does it feel to have my teeth in your heart?
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steve harrington x fem!oc
stranger things ╱ season 2-5
cross posted on ao3 by cosmiclovrs
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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE All We Are Is Skin and Bone
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warning: sexual content. i'm sure you can already guess what's coming...
STEVE WANTED TO be upset with her for everything that happened in the spring.
He was, somewhere deep down, beneath the longing. He had seen something he shouldn't have. A truly awful and bloody sight. Sometimes the dance followed him in his nightmares; sometimes he was the one being hunted instead, chased down and throttled to the ground. And sometimes... sometimes he couldn't tell whether or not he liked it. The tips of his moral scale were always shifting, struggling to balance the weight of what was right against the pull of what his heart wanted. It was a war that never stopped, raging quietly inside him. Like right now. Sirens were blaring in his mind, warning him that this was wrong, that it was a bad idea, that they should've been talking about the way things left off between them — not having sex in the backseat of his car.
But then she had kissed him, had peeled away her top, and he was a goner. No more mind over matter. She felt so good in his arms that every other thought melted away, replaced by a thundering, irrational need. He wasn't going to say no when she asked (he'd have to be insane), not when she had looked at him the way she did. Sometimes it was like she wasn't even aware of the way she could hollow him out with a glance, how easily she could undo him with a few simple words. Or maybe she was, and just enjoyed torturing him.
And now, with his mouth parted and puffing out heavy pants, he couldn't get enough.
Something hot and sharp lanced through him, a pleasure so honeyed it stung. He watched as she tried to muffle the noises she made, teeth trapping her bottom lip. It wasn't fair. He wanted to hear her, and he'd make sure he would. He tugged her head back with a fistful of her hair before pressing his lips to the corner of her jaw, her throat, her shoulder. He dragged his tongue south, to her breast, teasing her with his mouth just to hear how she moaned.
