Fictional Character Imagine [Smut]

Steve Harrington

Her Majesty (Steve Harrington x Reader) // Stranger Things Credit to @wheelerdealer on tumblr

Summary: You (Queen Y/n) and (King) Steve hate nothing more than each other. Despite being at the top of Hawkin's High's social hierarchy, and despite working well enough on the social scene, you can't stand each other. Steve makes a comment about "Her Majesty, the Prude," and beckons you to prove him otherwise.

"Hey Y/l/n!" You lurch hearing Tommy's voice. Nonetheless, you turn to him, flashing a small smile and crossing your arms. He stumbles in the hallway where he's walking ahead of an eagerly skipping Carol and plain uninterested Steve.

Just when he thinks to reel back and smile at the blink of attention, your smile turns a bit more mischievous, and he's back to scowling the moment your lips purse ready to spit out something.

Even then his sickening ass is somewhat encouraged, coming up to you and sticking his hand to the locker by your head.

"Heard Zurich couldn't secure you. How'd you feel taking a ride on the Tommy Train? Might show you a thing or two." He's chewing his cheek and smirking. It's disgusting, frankly.

However, you hum pleasantly and smile at the ceiling. "You know, Tommy K. is kind of cute."

He deflates. When he does it he doesn't portray sadness as much as a mix of anger and embarrassment. Then his fingers are clenching beside your head and while his body doesn't change, his neck stretched forward. You wonder if refusing to be intimidated burns that ego of his. Well, actually it's obvious it does. And speaking of the devil, Carol andKing Steve Harrington round-up right beside you.

"Y'know," Tommy nods back at Steve "Maybe you wouldn't be such a prude if Harrington aught to show it to you."

Steve seems intrigued to hear your answer. You look him in the eye and say, "Sorry. I'm just not attracted to whining trust-fund babies."

"C'mon Tommy," Steve steps away, rolling his eyes. "Wasting your time trying to get that stick out of Her Majesty's ass."

And you scoff. It's like music to King Steve's ears hearing you react. You let it slip, it had no intention. In fact, you wince finding you've shown disgust. It only means they'll come back harder starting now or the next time around. You lean back against your locker and cross your arms, looking angered and ashamed off to the side.

"Oh my!" Steve chirps. "Was that a scoff?"

Steve's in front of you now, arms crossed to mimic you and feet planted a fairly dominant distance apart. It doesn't help much but you roll your eyes and show just how much they've managed to piss you off. No point in trying to mask it with confidence and charm now. Tommy's the type to hold onto the most insignificant of details.

"Queen Y/n, showing some capacity to care? Gotta be honest, didn't think you had anything other than 'sticking it to the man' in you."

"Sorry. It can get hard sometimes keeping a straight face for someone so appalling. You know, that just might be the reason I'm such a 'prude.'"

Steve leans back, offended.

"Awe..." you scrunch up your face, "how's that ego holding up for ya?" You reach and cup his cheek, then hold your palm to his forehead. "My my, burning up? What, did Tommy H. pass it on or somethin'?"

You 'pout' but Steve can't bring himself to slap your hand away. He glares.

So Carol does it for him. It stings for you but she's the one hissing, stepping closer and stomping with her heel before Steve rolls his eyes and holds her away from you.