steve harrington x reader

sinful

suddenly the phone rings making you jump from your seat, "someone get the phone!" billy yells out, "i will!" you yell back and run over to the telephone

"hello?"

"is this y/n?"

"yes"

"it's steve, do you maybe.. wanna come ove-"

you cut him off, "yes! can i sleep over too?" you say in excitement

"kinky?" steve laughs through the phone and you laugh back

"yeah alright, i'll come pick you up in 5"

"see you then steve" you hang up the phone and run into billy's room, "what!" he says looking at you through the mirror he was fixing his hair in

"ummm i'm going over to..."
you stop and think for a second

"i'm sleeping over at nancy wheelers house tonight" you say and billy walks over to you

"do you need a ride there?" billy sighs and puts a cigarette to his mouth then lights it, "no, mr wheeler is picking me up.." you say trying to sound innocent

"alright, then get out of my room"

"tell susan and dad that i'm over at the wheelers house" you say and walk out his room to yours

you quickly shove clothes and bathroom supplies into your school bag and run outside to wait for steve

steve's car pulled into your driveway behind billy's and you quickly ran over

he reached over to your door and opened it for you, you got in quickly and shut the car door as reversed from your drive way

"what a gentlemen you are harrington" you laugh and he shakes his head and laughs with you

*time skip*

⚠️  SMUT WARNING ⚠️

it was now about 11 at night, you were getting changed in your pyjama shorts, not even bothering to put a shirt on

you return a few minutes later, finding steve shirtless as well, just in his gym shorts. you hold back a gasp.

you climb onto the bed, right into steve's waiting arms. he's sitting up, wrapping an arm around your waist as you kneel in between his legs.

You rest your hands on his shoulders, smiling as he looks up at you, his eyes shining.

"hey, hargrove."

"hi, harrington."

"you know I love you."

"that I do." you laugh, resting your forehead against his as he fingers trace patterns across your back.

"well? what're you waiting for, harrington?" you whisper, your lips mere centimeters away from his.

steve smirks, his hand moving up to the back of your head as he finally closes the distance between the two of you, his lips soft and gliding across your own.