I want you to show me
Word Count: 9.8K+
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Reader
Summary: Steve finds you in your secret place after dropping Dustin off at the Snow Ball, and talking about how he’s feeling leads you to do something neither of you could have expected.
Rating: MA
Warnings: Explicit sex scenes.
A/N: The title of this fic it’s not an accident, and I do recomment listening to I Want To Know What Love Is after/while reading, because when I was close to finishing this I realized that song fits the story perfectly.
Hawkins is a small town,
small enough that it’s not easy to find good places where you can relax and be
completely by yourself, especially when the weather is warm and everyone wants
to be outside.
When you were a kid, there
was a campsite that you and your family frequented during summers; a beautiful
place with picnic tables right in front of the lake. Everyone knew there was no
other like it to spend some time enjoying the wonders of nature–
even if it was
definitely going to be surrounded by a dozen other families who all had the
same idea.
You never minded sharing this
place when you were camping, but when you got old enough you learned that if
you came here when it was cold, it would be desolated.
In the summer this place
belongs to everyone–
but during winter, it’s yours.
When it’s as cold out as
tonight, everyone prefers to stay warm inside their homes instead of being out
in the open–
which is precisely what makes this so perfect. Once again you get
this beautiful place all to yourself, without anyone else bothering you.
And if anyone were to
bother you, you know how to use your pocket knife.
You take a long sip of your
coffee and close your eyes, enjoying how the warmth spreads all over your chest
as it goes down. It’s definitely not the coldest night of the year but it’s
enough to make you wrap your warm blanket a little tighter around your
shoulders, and you’re enjoying every second of it.
It’s incredibly relaxing to come here at night and sit on one of the
picnic tables while you watch the stars, drinking the coffee you brought on
your thermos with only the sounds of the breeze and the insects and the engine
of a car–
Wait.
You turn around abruptly, trying to find who dared to come here and interrupt your peaceful
alone time. You squint your eyes at the bright light of the car coming directly
towards you, but it isn’t until the person inside turns the engine off that you
realize who is behind the wheel.
“Steve?“ You murmur to yourself,
eyebrows arched in surprise. You definitely don’t think of him as the kind of
guy who’d enjoy coming to a place like this at night to be by himself.
It takes him a moment to get out of the car, and when he finally does he
looks… sheepish?
What is going on with him?
“Hi.” He says from his
place right next to his car, unmoving.
“Uh, hi.” You greet back, knowing very well that confusion is written on your face.
“Can I–
uh–
do you mind if I… sit with you?” He scratches the back
of his neck self-consciously and you wonder if you’re looking at an alien who
looks like Steve instead of the real him,
because this is the first time you’ve seen him act like this.
Even if you haven’t actually talked in years and you know that Billy
dethroned him as the “king” of the school, this is not the kind
of behavior you would ever associate
with Steve Harrington. It just isn’t.
“Uhh, yeah.” You say, grabbing
your thermos and moving a little to the side to make room for him. You follow
his movements until he sits next to you, and once he’s settled the situation
turns incredibly awkward in a matter of seconds. He looks tense and nervous and
you have no idea what’s happening, so there isn’t a lot you can do to change the
uncomfortable atmosphere he created. “You want some coffee?“ You finally ask,
desperate to break the silence. He looks surprised when he turns to you, and
you show him the thermos as if to explain what you just offered to him.
Why did he have to come here?
“Sure, thanks.“ He says
with a small smile, taking the empty cup from your hand. You pour him the last
of your coffee and leave the empty thermos on the seat of the table, by your
feet. “It’s really good.“ He says after the first sip, and you only manage
to give him a strained smile and nod in response.
“So…“ You say as he
continues drinking the coffee. “What brings you here?“
“I don’t know… I guess I just needed a place to
think.“ He traces his thumb over the edge of the cup absentmindedly, looking
like his mind is miles away.
"Really? Do you come here often?” You ask,
surprised that someone besides you considered this place a good spot to unplug
from the rest of the world during a night like this.
“This is the first time I come, actually.” He says,
looking at you only a second before finishing his coffee. “I just dropped
Dustin off at the Snow Ball and I needed to get away and I–” He lets out a
noise that sounds like something between a scoff and a laugh. “I actually was
remembering about that Snow Ball when you were my date and I remembered that
you had told me that sometimes you came here with your family and that it was
quiet this time of the year and–” He runs his fingers through his hair and then
lets out a deep breath, handing you the cup back. “I don’t even know why I
remembered it.”
“I did?” You ask, wracking your brain trying to find
the memory of you telling someone about this place who was supposed to be your
secret, but you come up empty.
If you told him about that, you probably liked him a
lot more than you remember–
and you remember you liked him a lot.
“Yeah…” You see a small smile lifting up the corners
of his mouth. “Not too long before you kissed me.” He looks at you, and you’re
pretty sure the reddening of his cheeks has nothing to do with the crisp air.
“It was my first kiss, you know.” You smile and roll your eyes, nodding.
“I do. It was mine, too.” You bump his shoulder with
yours. “It was a good first kiss, Harrington.”
“It was a great
first kiss.” He corrects, and you shake your head playfully when he smiles.
“So…” You begin, waiting for a moment to see if he
wants to say something. He doesn’t. “Do you wanna talk or–”
“No… no–” He laughs nervously, shaking his head in
denial. “I don’t–” He stays silent for long enough that you start considering
leaving him alone here, but before you can decide to do anything he speaks
again. “Do you think Nancy and I made a good couple?” He blurts out, looking at
you questioningly.
“Uhhh, what?” You respond, trying to understand where
the hell that came from.
“We were together for over a year and you’ve known us
since we were kids so… do you think we were good together?”
“I–”
“Because I
thought we were great together.” He
interrupts, not even paying attention to you anymore. “I thought I actually had
a future with her.” He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. “But
it turns out, she was only pretending to be in love with me.” He sighs and
shakes his head. “For a year. A year of pretending to be in love with me while
I actually fell more and more in love with her.”
“Well, I–”
“But I’ve been thinking about this since the Halloween
party, you know? And now I feel like I don’t know anything and that I’m alone
and if Nancy pretended to love me for so long and I actually believed it, how
can I tell if someone really loves me? What if everyone’s been pretending and I
just– I just believed them? What if I can’t be loved?” He turns to look at you
with eyes shining with unshed tears, and you try not to panic.
Sure, you’ve known Steve since you were in
kindergarten and he was your first love,
but after he was your date for the Snow Ball when you were like 13 years old and
he completely ignored you afterwards, you stopped wasting your time on him.
“Steve, it’s going to be okay.” You say in the most
soothing voice you can muster at the moment. He looks at you expectantly, like
he wants you to say more, but you were kind of expecting that to be enough.
Apparently not. “Is this the first time a girl breaks your heart?” He looks
surprised at the question, and swallows visibly before blushing.
“It’s not the first
time, but this time it feels more… real. It feels bigger.” You nod, trying to
find something to say that will actually help him.
“You know a year ago, when I was dating–”
“That dumbass?” Steve interrupts, smiling softly
before sniffling.
“He was not a dumbass, Steve, goddammit.” You say
through gritted teeth, shaking your head.
“I’m just saying, after what he did–” You scoff and
glare at him, and he shuts up, lifting his hands up in surrender.
“He broke up with me because he was going to college
and he didn’t feel the same way about me as he did when we first started
dating. And he was completely honest about it.”
“That’s what I’m saying– he’s a dumba–”
“Steve, Jesus!”
You scream, already stressed out because of him. “He’s not a dumbass. He didn’t feel the same way about me anymore and he
told me and he broke up with me and yes, it fucking broke my heart because I
still loved him, but I got over it.” You take a deep breath. “The point is that
it might seem like the world just ended but I promise it gets better. You will
heal. It’s life– sometimes you’re lucky enough that the people you like like
you back, and sometimes you’re not. I know this is hard for you to understand,
but sometimes there will be girls who won’t like you.” He smiles at that, and
you smile back.
“I know that, I learned it a long time ago.” You frown
and look at him with a questioning expression. “With you. You were the first
girl that broke my heart.”
There are a couple of things Steve learned when he was
young from his father that he’s never forgotten– advice that he still uses
today in his day to day life. One of them is to always have condoms with you,
and the other is that to get a girl, you always
have to pretend that you don’t care about what she does. In the end, she will
come to you, desperate for attention.
His father told him the latter the night he dropped
him off at the first Snow Ball he attended–
around five years ago–
and it’s
something he’s never forgotten. Sure, there are exceptions like Nancy who
actually needed him to show her he cared or else she would’ve never realized he
was interested– but other than her it’s always worked like a charm.
Well, except for the first time he tried to put it to
use.
He remembers thinking you were the most beautiful girl
he’d ever seen, and how he told you so. You had looked bashful but pleased at
his words, and for the rest of the night he’d forgotten about what his dad had
said. You even kissed him on the lips during a slow song and it was the
greatest first kiss ever– so he didn’t have to think about anything else for
the rest of the night.
The problems started the next week.
When Steve told his dad about the kiss, he had told
him that he was proud of him, and Steve had felt over the moon at the praise.
But then he repeated that Steve had to act like it was no big deal and like he
didn’t really care about it, because that way you were going to try to get his
attention by any means possible and he would be completely in control of the
situation.
But that’s not what happened.
You found him in his locker and told him about how
much fun you’d had at the Snow Ball, and he’d replied that sure, it had been okay.
It had been more than okay– it had been the best night
of his life– but his dad told him you couldn’t know that. If you knew how much
he liked you that was going to give you power over him, and that was never, ever okay.
So he just left you standing by his locker and went to
class with his friends, certain that his dad’s advice was going to work
wonderfully. You didn’t speak to him again for the rest of the day, which
worried him a little, but the next day you sat at lunch with him and Steve just
knew his dad was right. He had to
keep doing what he told him.
You had tried to talk to him about different subjects,
but he gave you short, uninterested answers. The next day, Steve was sure you
were both ready to become boyfriend and girlfriend.
And then, you ignored him.
And the next day, you ignored him again.
And the next day after that one, and the entire week
after that, you kept ignoring him.
He waited for you to come “crawling back to him” as
his father had put it the first time he told him what you were doing, but that
didn’t happen. And when Steve cried to his mom one night after he saw you
kissing another boy, his father told him to man up and that you just weren’t
worth it–
but he didn’t say anything about his advice being less than perfect.
Even though Steve had figured you didn’t give a damn
about him years ago it bothers him a little that you seem clueless about what
he’s talking about right now.
“Uhhh… what?”
You ask, looking at him like he just grew another head. “How did I– when– what?”
“You completely ignored me and then you went and
kissed that– that– that shithead!” Your eyes widen and you look at him with a
flabbergasted expression, looking like you’re at loss of words.
“Are you fucking serious?” You deadpan, staring at him
in disbelief.
“Yes, I am. I thought you liked me after the Snow Ball
and then–”
“Are you fucking serious?” You repeat, this time a little louder and in a harder tone. Steve just
nods, but your reaction is making him a little bit nervous. “Wow. You are a fucking asshole.” You grab your
thermos and get down from the table, pulling the blanket off of your shoulders
as you walk away from him towards your car.
He just stares at your back for a moment, not knowing
what’s going on. Then he does the same thing and gets down from the table,
sprinting towards you to catch up.
“Hey, where are you going?” He yells, getting to you
before you can get inside your car.
“I’m going home, Steve. You ruined my night.”
“Oh, so you
are mad because I said you broke my heart?” He asks, letting out a dry laugh.
“I broke your heart? Seriously?” You bite your
lip and shake your head, and he knows you’re furious but he doesn’t know why.
“You know, I was so happy after the Snow Ball. When I got home I told my mom
everything about it and I was so excited to see you the next Monday at school
because I was sure you had enjoyed being with me as well.”
“I did!” Steve blurts out, not knowing where you’re
going with this.
“Did you, really? Because all I can remember is how
you seemed like you didn’t care at all when I talked to you. Like our kiss and
our night didn’t matter at all.” You sigh and shake your head. “And I thought,
it’s okay, maybe he had a bad day– but then you talked to everyone else like
nothing was wrong, so I waited until the next day and sat with you at lunch and
you did the exact same thing. And I knew you didn’t care about me, or our kiss,
or anything. I didn’t know why you had asked me to go with you– maybe just to
see what it would be like? I don’t know, but I knew I wasn’t going to waste my
time with someone who didn’t care about me.”
He doesn’t know exactly how or when it happens, but
all of a sudden Steve is no longer in the campsite and instead is in his
father’s office and he’s seeing himself as a 13 year old, and his father is
there giving him what now seems like the worst advice in the world.
“Just show her you don’t care, son.” His father says, and older Steve
shakes his head vehemently.
“Don’t listen to him.” But of course, the memory of himself doesn’t hear
him.
“Women are like that, if you let her know how much you like her she’ll
end up doing what she wants with you, and you need to be the one control, got
it? Always.”
“No, no, you don’t. That’s bullshit!” He screams at the memory of his
father. “That’s fucking bullshit!”
“Steve!” He gasps when your face is suddenly in front
of him, and he realizes you’re a lot closer than you were before. And not only
that– your hands are on his cheeks and your thumbs are rubbing the skin
underneath his eyes. “Are you okay?”
No, he’s not.
You left Steve sitting back at the table while you
went back to your car to get the blanket and a bottle of water, and when you
came back he was sitting just as you left him. You were mad at him for how he
tried to blame you for what had happened between you two, sure, but now you’re
only worried because you have no idea
what happened to him.
One second you were talking and then he just went dead
serious and stopped responding, and he just stood still for a moment before his
eyes filled with tears and he started crying. But it wasn’t like he was
sobbing– it was like the tears started to fall because his eyes just couldn’t
hold them anymore.
You panicked when he remained unresponsive, so you
grabbed his face and tried one more time to call his name and thankfully, he
came back to himself. He’d just stared at you while you tried to dry his tears,
so you’d asked if he wanted to sit down again. He only nodded so you led him
there, and now you see that he hasn’t moved an inch.
“Steve?” You cautiously ask, approaching him slowly.
He turns to look at you with puffy, questioning eyes so you hand him the water
bottle. “Here.”
He accepts it and opens it before swallowing down
almost half of it, and you just stare at him clutching the blanket in your
hands, not knowing what else to do.
“I’m so stupid.” He mumbles under his breath as he
closes the water bottle, before wiping his mouth with his hand. “I’m sorry, I–”
He shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair in clear frustration. He’s
been doing that a lot. “My dad– he gave me this, uh, solid piece of advice the night of the Snow Ball.” His tone seems
sarcastic, but you’re not completely sure that’s the case. “He told me that,
um, if you act like you don’t care, then girls will be even more interested in
you.”
“What?” You nearly
shriek, looking at him with wide eyes. “That’s the biggest load of bullshit
I’ve ever heard.”
“Well it’s worked for me, alright? Not with you, clearly, but it’s worked with
everyone else.”
“Oh, really? Did it work with Nancy?” You ask
sarcastically, knowing very well he couldn’t have possibly used that approach
with her.
“No, shut up. Nancy’s different.” He answers
defensively, shaking his head.
“Is she? Because as far as I know, Nancy’s been your
only solid girlfriend. So maybe when it comes to actually liking someone for
real, no one wants to be with a guy who doesn’t care.” You sigh and move to sit
next to him. “Tell me, how many of the other girls that you’ve been with were
actually sad when it didn’t work out? And I don’t mean like that time you got called
an asshole in front of everyone in the cafeteria, I mean actually sad. Like you
were when Nancy told you she didn’t love you." For a moment, Steve
looks ready to answer, but then it seems like he decides against it and closes
his mouth, looking thoughtful.
"I– I don’t know.” He finally answers, frowning
slightly.
“Exactly.” You take a deep breath. “Look, Steve, that
whole thing you did, about acting like you don’t care– sure, it got girls
interested and it made them want you to pay attention to them, but that gets
old really fast. That’s why you never
had anything serious with them, because the most basic thing about being in a
relationship with someone is them caring about you. If you can’t offer that,
then why bother?” He looks at you with an unreadable expression, and you look
down to the blanket in your hands.
“I– I’m sorry. For what I did when we were younger.”
He finally says, and you shrug your shoulders.
“Don’t worry, it’s been a long time. It’s water under
the bridge.” He nods and stares forward, at the lake in front of him.
“Fuck– Dustin.”
He groans all of a sudden, burying his face on his hands.
“Huh?”
“I might have shared that advice with Dustin and
convinced him that acting like you don’t care is the best thing to do.” You
glare at him and he lifts his hands up apologetically. “I’m sorry! I’m
realizing a lot of things tonight. I actually
thought I was giving him good advice, and I was hurt and–
”
“For the love of god–” You mumble under your breath.
“–
he was telling me about this girl he started to
like and then it turns out his friend also likes her and she’s spending time
with both of them–”
“And you told him to act like he doesn’t care? And
he’s going to do as you said?” He nods. “I cannot believe you gave this piece
of shit that you call advice to a child! Jesus Christ, Steve!”
“Don’t kick me while I’m down! I said I was sorry!” He
yells, looking at you accusingly. “Okay? My dad isn’t around a lot and when he
talked, I listened. I thought he was
right, and he wasn’t. I get it.” He
looks frustrated and angry, and his hair is kind of a mess from running his
fingers through it so much.
“Okay, okay.” You say, letting out a sigh. “Steve?”
You ask in a calm voice a moment later, barely turning to look at him.
“What?” His tone is still a little harsh, but he sighs
and shakes his head. “Sorry. What?” He asks in a gentler tone.
“What happened just now? When you went still and– you
know– you were crying and stuff–”
“Just– forget it. I’m fine.” He gives you the weakest
reassuring smile you’ve ever seen, and you debate on whether you should press
him a little or just leave him be.
You think that the fact that he joined you and already
said things about his relationship with Nancy might be an indicator that he wants to talk, but maybe he just doesn’t
fully know how to. It wouldn’t surprise you.
“You can talk to me if you need to, Steve. It’s okay.”
He looks at you for a moment before looking back at the lake, and your
attention shifts towards his fidgeting hands.
He’s nervous.
“Um… you wanna know how Nancy told me she didn’t love
me?” He doesn’t give you time to answer. “It was at the Halloween party, after
I made her spill her drink on her shirt. I don’t know if you noticed that–” He
looks at you and you nod, but stay silent. You were there and you saw that
happen, and you saw him following her and then leaving the party. “Okay so, she
was upset about you know, Barb being– uh– missing and everything… and she was
drunk and she just said that we we’re acting like we were in love, and that we were bullshit.” He sniffles and
you notice his eyes are shining with new tears. “And these past few weeks I’ve
been looking at her and I just saw her at the Snow Ball and she looks so– so happy, you know? Which is great, because
I don’t want her to be sad but at the same time it’s like for her our breakup
meant that she was free from pretending, but I–
” He shakes his head and
quickly dries a tear that wanted to roll down his cheek. “I don’t know, I’m
just being stupid.” He tries to laugh it off but more tears start falling, so
he just covers his eyes and tries to control them as best as possible.
You want to hug him but you’re not sure if he would be
okay with it, so you stay in your place feeling an enormous pressure building on
your chest.
“Steve, you’re not being stupid. It just–
this whole
thing caught you by surprise, okay? What you’re feeling right now is completely
understandable.”
“You think so?” He asks, looking at you with an unsure
expression.
“I know so.”
You smile and he smiles back, and you feel the pressure in your chest starting
to disappear.
“And it’s not like–
like I want us to be back together,
you know? Not anymore, at least. I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t
love me, but… it still hurts, and I just–
I don’t know how to make it stop.”
“You need time.”
You say. “And talking about it with someone always helps.” He smiles at that. “I
mean it. It might take some time but you
will get over it. I promise.” You
move to grab his hand and realize it’s freezing, so you gasp and let go. “Wait,
are you cold?” You look at him and notice that his body is trembling slightly,
and only now you realize that he only seems to be wearing a sweater. “Oh God,
come here.” You unfold the blanket and throw it over both of your shoulders,
wrapping you both in it in a way that forces you to be pressed shoulder to
shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me you were so cold? Give me your hands.” You
grab them underneath the blanket and shove them together inside your jacket
pocket, because you had your hand there until just now and you know it’s warm.
“I– um–” You turn your face towards his and realize
he’s a lot closer that you thought, so close that you actually feel his warm
breath on your face. “Thank you.” His eyes are locked on yours, and you become a lot more aware of him.
“Steve…” You whisper when you catch him staring at
your lips before licking his own.
Oh no–
he cannot be even considering kissing you, because that would be the worst thing that
could happen. You might be literally
two inches away from being used by Steve Harrington because he’s hurt about his
ex-girlfriend breaking up with him.
“I–” He says, and you realize that really slowly, he’s
closing the distance between your mouths.
No. Not like
this. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to kiss him, but never like this. Not when all he wants
is an escape from his pain, not when he decided to do this because he wants to
momentarily forget the girl he loves. You want him to kiss you because he likes you.
“I’m not a band aid, Steve.” You say, turning your
face forward and leaving him looking at your cheek.
“What?” He asks breathlessly, moving his head back a
little. “What does that mean?”
“I’m not going to let you use me because you want to
forget about Nancy for five minutes. I’m not a band aid for your broken heart.”
It’s really hard to remain calm right now, considering that he was incredibly
close to you and was very willing to kiss you just a moment ago.
Even though you spent most of your High School years
not wanting to have anything to do with Steve because he became a huge asshole,
in the past year something changed. You know that it has to do with him dating Nancy
and not being friends with Carol and Tommy anymore, and even though you don’t
know exactly what made him become a
much better person you’re thankful for it.
But there’s also a problem with him turning into a
sweet, kind, loving person: your crush came back, and stronger. This doesn’t feel like a childhood crush because you’re
not kids anymore, and that only makes it worse.
Steve has always been your greatest what if, and until a year ago that
didn’t bother you at all. You were happy with his status as a mere ‘what if’ in
your life; you wanted him to remain
like that. But then he just had to go and start being so nice and polite and
so… soft, and you couldn’t help
yourself; you started liking him again.
Which is why you can’t let him have what he wants,
because once he’s done with you you’ll feel empty and discarded. So, the only
thing you can do is say no to him–
no matter how much you wish you could say
yes.
After he started going steady with Nancy, Steve also
started to pay less and less attention to a lot of the advice his father had
given him. It didn’t make sense with her– she was just not like other girls
Steve had ever been with.
But then she told him that she never loved him, and he
started questioning himself and thinking that maybe if he had followed his father’s advice, things with Nancy would’ve been
different. Maybe she wouldn’t have
had the chance to break is heart in the way she did.
The night of the party, after making sure Jonathan was
getting Nancy home safe, Steve went back to his house and locked himself in the
bathroom. The memories of what happened after the party are kind of a blur,
actually, and it’s not because he had too much to drink.
What he remembers most clearly is sitting on the
closed toilet with his face buried in his hands, and then seeing himself in the
mirror and hating how red and puffy
his eyes were.
He also remembers taking his clothes off like
couldn’t get them away from him fast enough, and hating his costume and
everything it was going to remind him of for the rest of his life. The last
thing he remembers after that is seeing the huge wet spot on his pillow right
after falling asleep with his cheeks still damp from his tears.
He knows
Nancy doesn’t want to be with him and he’s come to terms with it– sort of– but
the one thing he can’t shake off is the fact that she pretended for a year that she loved him. At first
it hurt to think about her not loving him, but now that a month has passed
Steve also can’t help but resent her for not leaving him sooner if she knew she
wasn’t in love with him.
Why let him fall
in love with her when she knew she was
never going to reciprocate those feelings?
Also, now that a few weeks have passed, Steve has been
thinking nonstop about signals he could’ve seen sooner– something that would’ve
let him know things weren’t what he thought.
He found a considerable amount– some bigger than
others– but right at this moment he can only think of two.
One, that he and Nancy hadn’t shared a kiss that
wasn’t more than a peck on the lips in weeks; and two, that he and Nancy hadn’t
been intimate in months.
And not only when it came to sex, but also when it
came to Nancy wanting to be around him and just be close to each other and really talk. He missed the emotional
intimacy he only got a chance to experience when dating her– something he
genuinely believed was lost forever when she left him.
But now you’re here next to him, asking him about how
he feels and telling him he can talk
to you, and when you noticed he was cold you got worried immediately, and then
you grabbed his hands and shoved them in your pocket to make sure they would be
warm– who does that?– and Steve feels
overwhelmed by the fact that someone cares about him again but it’s not only
someone– it’s you and you were his
first love and he never, ever forgot
about that.
“You’re not a band aid.” He whispers, voice
thick with emotion. You turn to him with a confused expression and he
involuntarily leans closer. “You’re not.” You glance down at his lips and
Steve’s heart skips a beat when he realizes what that means.
“No, this is wrong–
you’re
hurting because of Nancy and–
”
“I am.” He confirms,
not moving back an inch. “But that’s not
why I want to kiss you right now.” He still has his hands inside your pocket
and he feels them getting sweaty–
and it’s definitely not just because they
got warm. It’s because you just leaned a little closer to him.
“Then why?” You ask
in a whisper, swallowing visibly. When Steve meets your eyes he feels like
everything around you both suddenly disappeared, like everything but you two
stopped existing in the universe.
It’s been a very long time since he felt that way.
“Because–
” His voice
breaks a little so he coughs to try and make it sound a little steadier.
“Because I really like how you make me feel.” Your eyes never look away from
his, but he sees you licking your lips after he says that. “Because I haven’t
felt like I feel right now in a long time and I just realized that. Because–
”
Steve had a few other things to say, but the fact that your lips are on his
makes it impossible to keep talking.
He doesn’t react at
first–
you’re simply pressing your closed lips against his while he goes
completely still–
but when your hand moves to his hair and grabs a fistful of
it his mouth opens in a gasp, and that’s when the kiss turns into something
else entirely.
You still have the
blanket wrapped around you both which makes things a little harder, but somehow
Steve finds a way to pull you on top of him so you’re straddling his lap
without breaking the kiss, while also keeping the blanket around you both.
Steve’s mind right
now feels like an explosion of colors and sensations and a lot of things he
wouldn’t be able to put into words if he had to–
because he’s pretty sure he’s
never actually felt anything like this when kissing someone for the first time,
even if it’s not really the first
time you’re kissing each other. But that
was definitely not like this. Your first kiss was innocent and
you were both nervous, and you couldn’t stop giggling afterwards.
Now, however, Steve
feels like he just can’t get enough of you–
like he can try to pull you closer to him than you already are even if it’s
impossible, but it will still feel like he needs you to be even closer; like you
could kiss him forever and he would still want you to kiss him for longer than that.
He can’t stop the
heavy moan that escapes his mouth when you grind on him and pull on his hair at the same time, and he feels you
grinning against his mouth at his reaction. You pull on his hair again but this
time it’s a little harder, and Steve just whimpers and throws his head back,
exposing his neck to you. You start kissing him there immediately while
grinding on him and moving your fingers on his hair, and Steve is almost seeing stars. His hands are gripping the
fabric of your jacket so tightly that his fingers hurt, but he doesn’t have the
energy to focus on that right now.
He can only focus on
the fact that you’re suddenly kissing him again and he hasn’t felt so wanted in such a long time that he
forgot it was even possible to feel
like this, and he wants more of it–
he wants more of you.
That’s why can’t stop
himself, he can’t control the reaction his body has to you, and when you
suddenly pull away from him and look down at his crotch and then back at him
with raised eyebrows, he knows you’re very
aware of that.
“Steve?” You ask,
stopping your movements altogether.
“Are you mad?” He
asks self-consciously, feeling incredibly bare and vulnerable in front of you.
Your smile softly at him and shake your head before resting your forehead
against his, and he sighs in relief.
“I’m not mad–” You
say with closed eyes, scratching his scalp in an incredibly soothing manner
that makes him want to hug you, so he
does. He wraps his arms around your back and closes his eyes too, focusing
on how nice you smell tonight. “I’m just worried.”
“About what?” He asks
in a whisper, right before pressing a tiny kiss on your slightly parted lips.
“About… going further
than this.” When he opens his eyes again he finds you already looking at him,
and he can see the worry written all
over your face. “About you not really being ready
to go further than this.”
“[Y/N]…” You move
your hands to his cheeks and press your forehead closer to his, and he can feel
your frown on his own skin.
“Steve, you were crying about Nancy a moment ago.” You pull back, but don’t let go of his face. “I like you, Steve. I’ve liked you for a
while now. That’s why I don’t want this to be a mistake.” Steve’s heartbeat
speeds up at your confession, and he knows that for you to really understand
that he truly wants this he’s going
to bring up something he’s had buried inside of him for a very long time.
“Did you ever like
someone else when you had a boyfriend?” He asks, fully knowing that he’s going
to confuse the hell out of you with this question.
“What?”
“You know, like…
feeling attracted to another guy who wasn’t your boyfriend but it didn’t really
matter because you loved your boyfriend and you wouldn’t have gone for someone
else.” He wishes he could express himself better, but he hasn’t talked to
anyone about this ever, and he
definitely wasn’t expecting to tell you about
it tonight.
“Uhhh, yeah. Maybe.
Why?”
“For me, that person
was you. Every time I was seeing a
girl, that was always you. And it
made me angry, you know? Because until tonight, I’d always thought you never
really liked me, but I just couldn’t shake you off from my life completely. I never could, no matter how much I
tried.”
“Steve–” You breathe
out, mouth parted in surprise. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” Steve replies
immediately, and turns his head slightly to the side so he can kiss your palm.
“I even made this… promise to myself
that I was never going to try to be with you again. Because you broke my
heart.” He laughs humorlessly. “But as it turns out, it was all my fault.”
“Wow, I really had no
idea.” You say, looking astounded.
“Of course not, you
couldn’t have.” He takes a deep breath and prepares himself for the hardest
part, because if he doesn’t say this right it might mean that you refuse to be
with him completely. “And yes– it really hurts that Nancy was pretending to
love me for a year and was in love with her and I’m not over it yet but that doesn’t mean that I want to get back
together with her, because I don’t.
Not anymore. And I really want you
right know, and I just–” You pull his head towards you and join your lips
again, and Steve damn near melts at how sweetly you kiss him this time.
“Your car or mine?”
You ask when you pull away, barely holding back a smile.
“What?” He asks, unable to keep his hopefulness from his voice.
“Your car, or mine?” You
repeat, laughing when a grin takes over his face before he can even think about
answering your question.
“Whatever you want.”
He lets out a shuddering breath before kissing you briefly, and you
smile before pulling away from him completely. You take the blanket off of you
and climb off his lap, but Steve just remains sitting there looking at you with
an awed expression. He can’t believe this is actually going to happen, right
here, right now.
“Move your ass, Harrington.” You tease, grabbing his hand and pulling
him with you. He just lets you lead him towards his car, nearly trembling with
anticipation.
When he opens the backseat door, it surprises him a little that you push
him to go inside first, and once he’s seated you manage to close the door while
climbing into his lap.
“Hi.” You say, moving your hands to his hair again. He smiles and
relaxes against the seat, wrapping his arms loosely around your back.
“Hi.” He says, closing his eyes involuntarily when you scratch his scalp
with your nails. He loves it when
girls run their fingers through his hair, but this time it feels better than
any other; because it’s more intimate, perhaps.
You rest your forehead against his and he rubs your nose with his before
you start kissing again, and even though this time it’s slower than before his
desire and need for you haven’t diminished even a little.
When you start grinding yourself on him again, Steve feels like what
runs through his veins it’s lava instead of blood, and when you start taking
your jacket off he finally realizes completely that this is really happening–
you’re going to have sex with him.
When Steve kisses your neck and slides his hands underneath your clothes
so he can touch your skin directly you can’t help but tighten the hold you have
on his hair, and once again he moans rather loudly when you do it. You love
that– knowing that there’s something he enjoys so much that he will vocally
show it to you every single time you do it.
Logically, you should feel like everything is perfect
right now; Steve is kissing your neck and you can feel how much he wants you pressing against your ass, but you
simply can’t stop the insecurities about what you’re going to do creeping up on
you again.
Does he really want this? He said that he did and you believed him, but what if
that’s his vulnerability talking and you end up taking advantage of his current
state? What if you enjoy it but he
feels empty and regrets it when you’re done?
When Steve pulls away from you and looks at you with a frown, you
realize that somehow he noticed what’s going on.
“I’m sorry, I–” You say, letting out a sigh before shaking your head.
“I have to ask again, are you really sure you want to do this? You know that
it’s okay if we don’t do anything, right?”
“[Y/N], I don’t–” He bites his lip and looks like he’s struggling to
find words. “I don’t want this to just– to start and end tonight. I– I really
like you too and I want to keep seeing you after this.” He looks at you
directly in the eyes while he speaks, and you damn near stop breathing. You
hadn’t thought about what was going to happen after tonight, but you definitely
want to keep this thing going in the
future as well. “If you don’t want to be with me right now that’s fine, but I swear I need you so bad–” You don’t
know how many times you interrupted him mid-ramble with a kiss already, but you
just can’t stop yourself.
He looks adorable when he’s nervous and needy, and you’d be lying if you
said you don’t want to be with him as much as he seems to want to be with you.
You’re only human, and when Steve Harrington is hard and throbbing underneath
you telling you that he needs you, you damn well know that there’s no turning
back.
You’re going to fuck his brains out.
Steve can feel the gooseflesh on your thighs as he runs his fingers over
the bare skin of your legs before finally taking a hold of your hips, but
that’s not something he can focus on right now. All he can focus on is the fact
that you decided that it was a good time to tease him by just rubbing yourself
on him while pulling on his hair, and he has to summon all his inner strength
to make sure he doesn’t come before he’s inside you.
It’s really hard not to.
“Don’t come yet.” You warn him again
in a whisper, nibbling on his earlobe. He whimpers and shakes his head, burying
his face on your shoulder as you continue your movements. It doesn’t help that
you’re enjoying this tremendously and aren’t keeping quiet about it, because
the sound of your moans in sync with his own could easily be enough to push him
over the edge.
It would be one thing if you were someone else and he had to take the
lead as usual, because he’s used to do that. He’s used to be the one who takes
care of the person he’s with, who make sure they feel good and in return he
feels good as well. But you’ve never been like that– you’ve never been the
type of person who waits for others to take the lead and then follows; no,
you’ve always been the one who takes the lead herself, and that’s exactly what
you’re doing right now.
Steve is very far from being a virgin, but even during his first time
he’s always been put in the position of being the one who takes care of the
other person, who makes sure they feel comfortable and safe during their time
together. He’s just never known anything else, and if he had to experience this
with someone else, he probably wouldn’t know what to do.
But this is not someone else, this is you, and he’s comfortable letting you do anything because he trusts you, and he knows you want to
take care of him– and he wants you to.
He wants you to keep overwhelming him, to keep making him feel like
there’s nothing he can do and that it’s okay, because you know exactly what you
both need and he can be sure that you’ll make this as enjoyable as possible.
“You okay?” You ask, kissing him sloppily before pulling back to let him
reply.
“Yes.” He breathes out, nearly panting. “Just– God, can you fuck me already?” You laugh at his words and he does
too, because your laugh is contagious and he’s close to coming even though he
knows he can’t, and fuck it if this isn’t already better
than any other experience he’s ever had.
“Okay.” You say, reaching between your bodies to grab a hold of his hard
dick, and just the feeling of your fingers around it makes him whimper and
tense up. “You’re cute when you’re desperate.” You tease, and Steve only
manages to narrow his eyes half-heartedly at you before you’re sinking down on
him, and his face morphs completely. He has no idea what he looks like and he
doesn’t care, but his eyes and mouth are open wide as a throaty groan escapes
his lips. “Jesus Christ!” He moans,
throwing his head back in pleasure.
“You can call me [Y/N].” You joke before taking deep breaths, and Steve
grabs your hips firmly to keep you in place when he’s balls deep inside of you.
“Don’t move, please.” He begs, trying to get a hold of himself. If you
start moving right now he’s going to come in seconds without a doubt, and he can’t do that to you. He just can’t.
“Okay.” You nod, moving forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. “Tell
me when you’re ready.” Steve nods and wraps his arms around you to bring you
closer to him, and when your chests are pressed tightly together he just buries
his nose on your neck and takes deep breaths. You start scratching his scalp
again, and his eyes widen in horror. “No, no, no, no–” He whimpers, shaking
his head. “Don’t touch my hair right now, just–” You stop your movements and
he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. You wrap your arms around his neck
instead, and a moment later he feels a kiss at the top of his head.
That’s when he knows he’s ready.
“You can move now.” He confirms with a nod, moving his head up to kiss
you. “Can you just– go slow? Please?” He’s talking without breaking the kiss,
so his words come out a little muffled.
“Okay, I’ll go slow.” You say, and then move your hands to his hair
again with a smirk. “Is this okay?” He grins and nods, and then you finally
start moving on top of him and his mind goes completely blank save for any
thought that involves you.
Keeping your word, you start riding him slowly, and Steve becomes completely
unable to form coherent sentences. He can only moan into your mouth while you
kiss; he can only whimper and shudder when you pull on his hair and bite his
lip; he can only let you do whatever you want to him because he knows he will
enjoy it– and if you doubt that he will he knows you’ll ask him beforehand.
“Shit, you feel so good–” He groans just a second before you make him
whimper by tightening your inner walls around him. “Please don’t stop.”
“You’re beautiful when you beg, did you know that?” You say
breathlessly, smiling before throwing your head back in pleasure.
“I guess I do no–ohh!” Steve moans, gripping your hips a little tighter
at the same time you pull on his hair. “Fuck!” You give him a messy,
open-mouthed kiss, and he feels like he’s soaring through the skies.
Steve knows very well how good sex can be, but he’s never experienced
anything like this before. If he had to put it into words, he’d probably
compare it to masturbating and having actual sex– only that right now it feels
like every other time he’s had sex it was like masturbating, and being with you
is the first time he’s gotten a taste of the real thing.
And what a taste this is.
“Give me your hand.” You suddenly say, grabbing it from your hip and
moving it between your legs. “Here.” You say, guiding his thumb to a little
nub, and he knows exactly what you want. He starts rubbing it in small circles
and your moans increase in volume, which only turns him on even more.
You’re both sweating even though it’s cold outside, and Steve almost
wants to pray for you to be close to coming because he really can’t hold
himself back much longer– this feels too
good.
“Oh, fuck, Steve– I’m so close–” You moan just seconds after, and he
almost wants to yell his thanks to the heavens. You grab his cheeks and bring
his face to yours, kissing him deeply while the movements of your body increase
their speed.
You lower down your hands to his shoulders and use them as leverage to
ride him even faster and harder, and just a moment something just snaps inside
of him and he lets go completely with a scream of your name. You follow him
right after, wrapping your arms around him while you ride the waves of your own
orgasm.
“Fuck–” You mumble, breathing heavily. “God, that was–”
“It was fucking perfect.” He finishes, wrapping his own arms around your
back and kissing your neck. “It was amazing.”
“I’m happy you enjoyed it.” You say with a pleased sigh, kissing his
temple before pulling away to climb off of his lap.
Steve takes the condom off and ties the end before moving forward and
leaving it in the ashtray to dispose of it later, and then sits back only to
find you looking at him with a shit-eating grin.
“What?” He asks, a little unsure– but he can’t help but smile too.
“You wanna cuddle?”
When you made your offer to cuddle Steve, this was definitely not what you had in mind. You’re curled
up in the backseat of his car with him behind you trying his best to spoon you
in the limited space, but it’s obviously not
working. You didn’t think it was going to, but when he told you that he could
spoon you if you wanted to you just didn’t have it in you to tell him that was
probably the worst idea you’d ever heard.
You’re thankful that he can’t see the faces you’re making, because you
know the distaste for his choice his written all over them.
“Are you comfortable?” He asks once he’s apparently decided that he shouldn’t try to get more comfortable
than this, and your eyebrows nearly
shoot up to your hairline.
You’re most certainly not comfortable.
This is the worst thing ever and your
neck already hurts from the awful position you’re trying to keep it on.
“Uhh…” You only manage to say, which is followed by some incoherent
noises that offer no actual response.
“You’re not, right?” He asks, lifting his head up so he can look at you.
“Oh god–” He says, bursting out laughing. “Your face– you hate this!” He unwraps his arm from your
waist and you move to sit with your back against the car door while Steve moves
to the other side. “Then why did you say you wanted to cuddle?”
“Um, because I did? I just
didn’t think you were going to try to spoon
me in the backseat of your car.” You say accusingly, massaging your neck.
“Oh, so that was the problem?” He asks, looking at you curiously. “Did
you have something else in mind?”
“Well, based on what you just did, I’m not sure you’d enjoy a good idea.”
You retort defiantly before crossing your arms, which makes Steve smile.
“Come on, you’ll never know if
you never try.” You stare at him for a moment before uncrossing your arms with
an exaggerated sigh.
“Alright.” You say, spreading your legs. Steve’s eyebrows rise up
comically at that, and you have to
laugh at him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s not that. Come here.” You open your arms for him and he looks at
you questioningly for a moment. You roll your eyes. “Sit between my legs.”
“Oh.” He says, a little taken aback.
“Come on, I don’t bite.” He gives you a disbelieving look and you close
your mouth to stop yourself from laughing.
“Yes, you do. And kinda hard.”
He says, unconsciously touching his bottom lip. “Okay, fine.” He crawls towards you until he’s sitting between your legs,
and then he slowly moves until his back is pressed against your chest. You
barely resist the urge to grin, because this
is what you were talking about.
The problem is that Steve is as stiff as a board, so the only way you’ll
really enjoy this is if you can fix that.
“Come here.” You say, using one hand to grab his face and turn it
towards you, and then you kiss him. It’s slow and tender, and his body relaxes
so quickly after that that you can’t help but feel incredibly pleased at
yourself.
You have your free arm wrapped around his waist and Steve is holding
your hand with both of his, tightening or loosening his grip on your fingers depending
on the intensity of the kiss. When you finally pull away, his cheeks are
flushed deep red and his breathing is labored.
“Wow.” He says, swallowing visibly. “This is– um– it’s better than
spooning.” You smile and kiss him again, but only for a second.
“Yeah?” You ask, wrapping your other arm around his waist too. He nods
and interlocks his fingers with yours before letting his head fall back against
your shoulder.
“Definitely better.” He confirms, smiling softly at you. “Thank you.” He
brings one of your hands to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “For everything.
I–” He takes a deep breath. “I’ve never felt like I felt tonight before. With
anyone, not even–” He stops himself shakes his head, looking apologetic. “I’m
sorry, I shouldn’t–”
“You can keep talking about Nancy with me, Steve.” You say honestly, kissing
his forehead. “I want you to. I want to help you… help yourself.” He just
stares at you with an intense look on his eyes for a moment, and then he turns
his head around and hides his face in your neck. That seems to be something he
really enjoys doing for some reason, and you don’t mind at all.
“Thank you.” He whispers, kissing where his mouth can reach. You free
one of your hands and bring it to his head, smiling when you start running your
fingers through his hair and he lets out a little whimper.
“You’re welcome.”
You know that Steve has a lot of things to figure out and most of them
come from the relationship he just got out of, but if you can– and he wants
you to– you’ll be glad to be by his side in every step of the way.
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