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hellhue · 2 years

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𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ⋆ steve harrington x reader

wc: 3.6k

summary: you can’t stop thinking about steve after that night in the upside down, and you aren’t sure if you want to. part 2 to hidden keepsakes

tags: frenemies to fwb to ??, p in v, unprotected sex, mid smut, weird tentacle/vine stuff (<- im so sorry about that one, it’s brief i swear!)

tw: vomit mention, weird tentacle/vine stuff

minors dni 18+ below cut

The knots in your stomach twisted and warped while you watched Steve help Nancy, jealousy eating through stomach lining as his fingers brushed against her. Your eyes bounced back and forth between the two, noticing the accidental touches, lingering brushes, how his eyes never left her face as she made her way through the portal cemented on the trailer ceiling.

“What’s that look for?”

His question startled you, drawing you from your simmering haze, so lost in your head you hadn’t noticed that Nancy was safely on the other side, joining everyone else as they stared down at you, judgment in their eyes while they waited.

Play it cool.

“There’s no look.” you spat defensively, mentally face palming at the failed attempt of nonchalance.

You reached for the bedsheets in front of you, twisting your hands into them before anything worse tumbled from your lips.

“And don’t go getting all handsy with me like you did Nance,” your brows furrowed, eyelids pinching closed tightly. Seriously?

It wasn’t for lack of trying, it wasn‘t your intention to make things even more awkward after you just had weird drugged upside down sex about 20 minutes ago.

“I don’t need your help.” you added on autopilot, for good measure. It felt like your brain was still scrambled, unable to control the venomous tone smothering your words.

Okay, babe, time to get out of here. Now.

“Wh- no one got handsy with anyone.” Steve guarded, ignoring the way you flinched from him in spite as he reached for you.

You huffed in response, attempting to pull yourself up the rope, wanting to get far away from his brown eyes and that stupid little curl that bounced over his forehead.

Hey…” he trailed off, his voice gentle as he reached for you again, one hand tugging at the hem of your shirt by the small of your back, the other covering yours on the bedsheet as he tried to pry your hands from their white knuckled grip, “don’t be like that.”

You let him loosen your fingers, instantly melting into his touch, his warmth chasing your coldness away, sending shivers down the nape of your neck as you thawed. His fingers twined between yours, and he used the grasp to anchor your body into his, unbothered by the prying eyes above.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, gesturing to the dark outline of your friends from over his shoulder, all of them peering curiously at how touchy Steve was being with you. This was far from playing it lowkey.

“I don’t really care.” he shrugged his shoulders, arms wrapping around you as he used his body to push you backwards until you were flat against the vinyl wallboards of the trailer living room.

“Jus’ need one more taste before we leave.” he muttered into the crease of your neck, his lips pressing hot kisses to your skin while one hand trailed down your back, giving your bum a light squeeze before trailing around front to cup the aching core between your legs.

You pulsed as his hand held your heat through the denim, his fingers already prodding at your covered entrance, “don’t think I can take not having this sweet thing on my mouth,” he continued, voice gruff, hips thrusting into the softness of your thigh.

Warmth spread through you at his words, from both the excitement of feeling him against you again and the embarrassment of your friends watching from above. Your heart pounded in your chest like a heavy drum as he rubbed you harder through your jeans, the pleasure already causing your hips to jerk in rhythm with his palm, your head spinning at the fast pace.

He used his free hand to hold your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, holding it in place as he pressed kisses across your jawline until meeting your lips, “what do you say? One more taste?” he whispered against the plump of your mouth.

You were still, entranced by his touch, overwhelmed by his breath brushing against you. It didn’t take much for you to fold, before all notions of your prying friends left your head, no longer able to even think about stopping his advancements.

And in that moment of weakness you nodded, thoughts swarming on how you’d give Steve anything he asked for as you closed your eyes, shortening the gap, pressing your lips into his. It was softer than before, but growing just as hungry as your lips moved against his.

It went by in chunks, you weren’t sure how or why, if it was the particles still affecting your brain or some other unexplainable variable of this alternate dimension, but suddenly you stood there completely undressed, balancing on one leg, while the other was hooked over Steve’s shoulder, his body settled between them, face deep in your cunt as he lapped at your juices, circling around the small bundle of nerves.

The empty black chunks of your memory was just another thing you couldn’t bring yourself to care about, as you moved your pretty cunt against his face, letting his nose nudge against your special spot. You couldn’t think, could barely breathe between soft oohh's and aahh’s as he chased your sweet taste he was so desperate for, not stopping.

He tongued your insides, dragging between your lips, sucking your folds, sucking your clit. It was overwhelming, it was euphoric, even better than before. His mouth brought you higher than before, and you couldn’t hold off as the coil tightened in your lower tummy, your muscles flexing tightly as your fingers tangled into his thick hair, your legs beginning to tremble as they tried to hold you up, “Steve -ahh, cum- I’m cumming.” you whined, head thrown back against the wall as the coil finally popped and released, your juices covering the lower half of his face as he tried to desperately drink every last drop of your nectar.

And then your legs were suddenly folded tightly against your top, another chunk, you realized as the crook of your knees rested over the center of his elbows, black vines wrapping around your torso two to three times, holding you to the wall, the tips of the vines sliding around your breasts, toying with your pebbled nippes as Steve gyrated his hips forward, his thick mushroom head sliding back and forth between your lips until it caught the edge of your seeping entrance.

You twitched as his curly pubes tickled against your sensitive clit, waiting in anticipation as he slowly pushed upwards, the tip of his dick slowly stretching your hole as he pushed further, and further, inside you. The stretch stung in an appetizing way, and all you could think about was the want for him to be fully inside you, to fill you up until you bursted, and he gave you exactly what you wanted, as his hips finally met yours, his cock fully buried in your entrance.

He sat there for a moment, letting you adjust to his thickness before slowly dragging out, your spongy walls tightening around his length, “god, so fucking tight.” he grunted, before snapping his hips upwards, filling you once again.

You gasped at the tight feeling of him inside you, the collision of his hips against you felt delicious. He kept a steady, average pace, but snapped his hips hungrily, his cock pistoning inside you, while he hunched over to kiss, and gnaw at the bare skin of your shoulder, wanting to devour every possible piece before you were stuck back in Hawkin’s, hating each other, never to touch one another again.

The wetness from your pussy sloshed as he slammed himself in and out of you, you could feel the splashes of your juices splatter against your legs and the bottom of your bum from the force as he held you up, you were nearly folded in half as he pushed his weight against you. Your arms wrapped beneath his shoulders, scraping against his back for any sort of hold as he thrust in your tight hole, his hair bouncing against his forehead, matching the way your tits bounced up and down against your chest, “you make me feel so good, Steve.” you whimpered.

Your words only encouraged him, his pace quickening until his hips were jackhammering into yours. You could feel your thighs tighten at the speed, your climax growing once again as he pounded into you unrelentlessly, like a starving man, “yeah baby, I can feel you tightening around me.” he grunted into your neck, “go ahead and cum, make a pretty little mess all over me.” he egged, his thrust becoming slightly more sloppy as his high nearly reached a tumbling peak.

“Code RED! Code RED!” you heard a loud echo from above, the voice penetrating the rousing bubble between you and Steve, the noise drawing your attention from the pulsing in your core.

“Code RED! Code RED!” it rang again, the voice moving all around you, flying around the circumference of the trailer.

You felt vulnerable, scared, as a red flashing light bursted from above, blinding you as it pulsed over and over, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

You cried for Steve, trying to grasp him closer for protection, or to get him to stop, something, but all you felt was a warm, sticky goop when you made contact. A tight gasp left your lips as you looked down. Steve sat there, his limbs gooey, like freshly poured tar.

“Help me.” he croaked, finally dropping you to the floor as he began to lose his form, the liquid of his former self soaking into the carpet below him.

“Max’s been bugging me about y/n again. Like I’m her keeper? Why am I supposed to know where everyone is at all times?” Dustin complained from the passenger seat of the burgundy BMW, digging through the bag of snacks he and Steve had just acquired from the gas station.

Steve stiffened at the mention of your name, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed the steering wheel tighter, “tell me about it.” He tried to play it off, adding a chuckle to really sell it, but his tone was off, sounding tight, high pitched.

“Steve.. Why do you sound like you’re in pain? Do you know something? Did you do something?” Dustin’s questions became more frantic as he picked up on Steve’s discomfort, his attention fully leaving the plastic bag on his lap as he turned his body towards his older friend, the seatbelt twisting at his neck from the weird angle, “y’know, she did start being super weird ever since you all got back from the upside down.. Do you think Vecna got to her and she doesn’t want to tell anyone?”

“I didn’t do anything to her! And Vecna didn’t get to her.” Steve used his free hand to point at Dustin in frustration before wincing at his tone, he sounded more defensive than he wanted to, and he really hoped Dustin wouldn’t notice.

But it’s Dustin,and he’s a kid genius, so of course he noticed. The younger boy narrowed his eyes at Steve accusingly from the passenger seat, “right….whatever you did or didn’t do, fix it. It’s dangerous to be split up like this.”

Steve knew Dustin was right, it was safer being all together or atleast having some sort of contact with everyone now that Vecna’s digging into everyone’s brains.

“She won’t talk to me.”

“Oh, she’ll talk to you.” and he pulled out his walkie.

Steve!” you screamed, sitting up abruptly as you woke up. It took a moment, but as you sat there you took in the familiar surroundings of your room. You were in bed, not getting head from Steve. The same Steve you haven’t seen since a week and a half ago. The same Steve that you keep having these stupid raunchy dreams about, that seem to always end with you unsatisfied.

You collapsed back with a huff, still rolling through the euphoric high you were just denied in dreamland, it felt so real - maybe I should just finish the job, you thought as you snaked your hand downwards, no harm in a little self satisfaction.

“Hello?! Code RED! Code RED! We have these for a reason people!” Dustin’s staticy voice blasted from the walkie sitting on your bedside table before you could get any semblance of relief.

You jerked your hand back up, like you were caught red handed, heart racing once again. God dammit Dustin. You sat up, rubbing the remaining sleep from your eyes.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t all a dream.

You coiled backwards, giving yourself some reach as you stretched your arm to the nightstand, patting the wooden material until you made contact with the clunky walkie.

“Okay, Dustin, got it.” you rasped into the microphone, voice laden with sleep as you hung from the bed.

“Did you just wake up?” he questioned incredulously, judgment thick in his tone. Steve snapped his fingers at him from the driver’s seat, reminding him to stay on target.

“Harrington’s in 15.” he added quickly before severing the connection.

The idea of having to go to his house was tantalizing, you could already feel the anxiety bubbling in the pits of your stomach, the aching need to touch yourself quickly replaced by the need to vomit or die, possibly.

When you first got back from the Upside Down, you both tried to act like everything was normal, but it was just weird. Like really weird and tense. Not to mention the fact it was growing more obvious to everyone that something happened.

So instead of tiptoeing around livewires, doing everything you could to not jump his bones, you avoided nearly everyone instead, opting for updates from Max or Lucas instead of the others who were in the Upside Down with you. It was working for the time being, but if it was a code red, it had to be important. You had no choice but to go.

After a long 45 minutes of getting ready and finding an outfit that didn’t scream ‘trying too hard’, you found yourself standing awkwardly on the front stoop of Steve’s house, switching your weight between your feet as you waited painstakingly long for someone to answer the door, praying it would be Dustin

And for the first time these last few weeks, your prayers were answered as the door clicked open to reveal the curly headed boy.

“You’re late.” he grumbled.

“Hello to you too.” you greeted, following closely behind him, taking a deep breath in hopes to find some molecules of confidence hidden within the air as you walked through the entryway, into the living room.

It was a lot emptier than you were expecting. Usually, you’d be met with a circle of your friends, all bumping shoulders to look at whatever plan was being developed for the day, but this time, it was only Lucas, who was sitting alone on the couch, face glaring at Dustin as he appeared. He definitely wasn’t here voluntarily.

You spared a quick glance towards Steve as he lingered in the corner, suddenly enraptured by a small scrape in the plaster of the walls as he ran his fingers over it.

“What am I doing here?” you questioned, hovering behind the couch. This was definitely a trap.

“You,” Dustin pointed at you, much like an angry dad, before moving his finger to the couch, ”sit.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his tone, but still rounded the couch, sitting on the furthest cushion from Steve.

“And you,” he was now pointing to bumbling Steve, “sit.”

Steve followed suit, taking a seat on the opposing cushion from your own. Dustin didn’t continue until you were both seated, still as statues while Lucas sat awkwardly in the middle, leg bouncing a million miles a second.

“Lucas and I are leaving to do actual important stuff, like saving Hawkins from Vecna, while you two sort whatever the heck is going on between the two of you” the attitude was heavy in his voice. He may only be 15, but there was a hardy no nonsense air about him.

Lucas jumped up at the mention of his name, mumbling what sounded like a ‘thank god’ under his breath as he followed Dustin out, looking back only once to mouth a silent ‘good luck!’ and thumbs up to you.

It was silent as they left, both of you avoiding looking at the other as the sound of the front door echoed through the home.

Steve broke the silence first.

“Dustin thought it would be a good idea to talk about it, y’know.” he tried, still staring straight ahead, but tilting his head towards you on his left.

“I gathered that.” you stated plainly before fully absorbing what he said.

Talk about it?

“Wait-” your head snapped to him, eyes filling with anger, “he better not know, Steve.” you seethed. You swear, he couldn’t keep anything to himself, and to tell a 15 year old? It hasn’t been 5 minutes and he’s already reminded you of how idiotic he his, how could you even dream about wanting him?

“What? No? No! Dustin doesn’t know!” he amended, turning to face you as he slid half an inch closer, hands up in surrender. “He just knows that you’ve been acting super weird, which you have, by the way.”

“I’m not acting weird. You’re acting weird.” you threw back at him.

Steve rolled his eyes, “whatever. We’re both acting weird. Hence the reason we’re here.” he motioned his arm in the empty space between you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” you shrugged.

A humorless laugh left his lips, “um, I think there’s something to talk about.”

Your eyes finally met his, as you both silently taunted the other to back down. Typically, you won these, always a bit more intimidating than Steve, but you couldn’t help as your thoughts began to travel back to your dream, how his brown eyes stared at you just like this, how his fair flopped so effortlessly over his forehead in real life and dream life.

You had to break eye contact.

“This is ridiculous.”

You stood up, ready to beeline for the front door. Why would you subject yourself to this awkwardness when you could hide away at home instead?

But Steve quickly clocked your escape, and he followed, swooping between you and the archway to your escape, your freedom being taken away as he outstretched his arm across the open space like a human barricade.

“Move.”

“No.”

“Steve. Move.” you tried again, more forceful.

“I said no.” he challenged back, feeling more confident after winning the stare down.

He took your silence as an okay to continue, “I’m sorry, we need to hash this out. It’s dangerous out there right now. You can’t just avoid everyone because of some stupid mistake we had no control over. I know we hate each other- errr, you hate me, but I couldn’t live with myself if something actually happened to you and we had no idea.”

Your arms folded across your chest, hands hidden in your armpits. The sincerity in his voice made you feel weird, and you wanted it to stop.

For once, he was right, and you were going to have to fess up sooner or later.

“I just don’t think it’s possible to ‘hash it out.’” your voice was meek.

“Why not?” he lowered his arms hesitantly, making sure you weren’t going to bolt.

“Because,” you whined miserably, turning your back to him, dropping your arms to instead cover your face with your hands, hiding behind them like a weeping angel. “I think about it, like, all the time. I hate it.” you admitted, shoulders hunching as the embarrassment from your confession flooded through you.

A pause.

“What do you mean?” he asked wearily.

“What do you think I mean? Like I’ve been dreaming about it and whenever I look at you it’s just - ugh!” you threw your hands up in frustration from both yourself and his question.

“Like- you liked it..?”

“Stop being cruel.” you felt morose. You wanted to get out of this house, away from Steve, and back into the safety net of your bed where your feelings could be hidden another day.

“No I just..need clarification, before I say anything you might kill me for.”

This caught your attention, finally turning your head towards your shoulder to cast a small glance at him, a small glimmer in your eyes peeking from behind your lashes, “Like what?”

“Like I might’ve liked it too, and also can’t stop.. thinking about it.” he was still hesitant in his confession as he took a step towards you, placing a gentle hand on the dip of your side, “and trust me, I’ve tried everything to stop it. No luck.”

You let him encourage your body around, facing him head on as his hands grazed the softness of your hips.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, “yeah.”

You pursed your lips, trying to hide the pleased smile behind it.

“Get that look off your face.”

You shook your head, teeth pinching the plump of your bottom lip, “there’s no look.”

He squinted down at you, “Since we’re being honest here, I never really hated you. Just kinda hated that you hated me.”

You rolled your eyes, he would hate someone just because they hated him.

“I don’t hate you, Steve.” you looked up at him, moving your hands to rest at the top of his shoulders, fingers playing with the collar of his polo.

He tilted his head lower, angling his lips closer to yours until they were centimeters apart. That confession would stick with him.

“I just don’t like you.” you finished with a soft smirk.

His eyelids fluttered, letting out a chuckle through his nose, unsure why he expected anything different, “I can live with that.” he agreed, before pressing his lips against yours.

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𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 ⋆ steve harrington x reader

wc: 4.1k

summary: after getting split from your friends, you and enemy Steve encounter new plant life in the upside down. wonder what it could be?

tags: frenemies to fwb to ??, sex pollen upside down smut with no plot, unprotected sex, rough sex, squirting, brief throatfucking, no aftercare

tw: sex pollen, dubcon

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All you could hear was the thick flap of leathery wings beating around you, and the thump of your sneakers hitting concrete as you tried outrunning the colony of demobats that had found you and your friends.

Your lungs ached for air as you ran, one hand held above your face for protection while the other was gripped tightly in Steve’s as he pulled you behind him, trying to find the closest point of shelter in the short time you both had.

During the midst of the chase, Eddie, Nancy, and Robin got separated from you. Since then, you and Steve clutched to one another tightly to prevent further losses, thick worry creeping into the dark pits of your minds, partially for your own safety, but mostly for your friends.

“There!” you heard Steve shout, and then felt a heavy tug on your hand as Steve flung you inside in front of him before slamming the door behind him. He rested his back against the heavy door, spreading his arms to serve as a barricade while the demobats bashed against the wooden frame, over and over and over.

You tripped over your feet as you flew inside, and landed on the wooden floors of the entryway, narrowly missing the cluster of tendrils spread across the hardwood. Both of you heaved as you tried to catch your breath, taking a moment to let the hammering of your hearts settle.

“Did you have to throw me on the ground?” you complained through deep gasps, glowering at the wood grain below you as you propped yourself up with your knees and hands. The skin stung where you impacted.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “a ‘thank you for saving us’ would’ve worked” he grumbled sarcastically, ear pressed against the door as he listened to the creatures, taking a moment to cool the burn in his throat.

You scoffed at him, dusting yourself off as you hauled your body from the dirty floor. Now that you had a moment to glance around, you noticed the room was filled with thick black vines curling around the deserted entry way, and twisting up and across the walls. Neither of you attempted to move from your spots, eyes meeting one another’s, panic starting to brim as you noticed your surroundings. This isn’t any better.

“Suffocation by tentacles or snack pack for the demobats?” Steve offered, trying to lighten the mood as tension creeped through your necks.

You’d never tell him, but you appreciated it. As much as you could, when it came to Steve.

“You take both and I’ll take the opportunity to get out of here.” you smiled sweetly at him. Steve would serve as a worthy distraction.

“Jeez, forgot who I was with,” he groaned. He moved on, starting to tiptoed from the door, trying to make his way further into the strange house, “you would make me the sacrificial lamb. I grabbed the wrong person.” he mumbled the last part, pausing his advancement to examine you, eyes filled with regret while weighing his mishaps.

Your face dropped, not because of what Steve said, but because of the brief mention of the others. That same worried feeling starting to gnaw at your edges again, “do you think they’re okay?” you asked, teasing tone now replaced with an unusual gentleness, one Steve very rarely heard.

The sourness in his face morphed into something softer, sweeter, you couldn’t exactly pinpoint it. He just nodded, letting his eyes drop from your face before continuing his expansion into the house.

“They slipped inside the Powell’s a little ways up,” he spoke over his shoulder as you followed closely behind him through the narrow hallway, copying his exact footsteps to prevent accidentally alerting the creepy Upside Down hive mind, before he stopped abruptly before the first closed door.

Somehow you ended face first into his back with a sharp inhale of surprise.

“Steve!”

Your arms wrapped around the front of his torso tightly as you held him flush against your front, hoping to stop him from bumping into the door in front of him from your impact.

His body was hardened, stiff as it pressed into your soft, pliable one. You both stood motionless, seemingly unaffected from the crash, as far as the vines go, anyways.

“Watch where you’re going,” he gritted between his teeth, pinching between his brows harshly as you held onto him.

“Don’t just stop like that!” you retorted, face muffled against the denim of his vest. How could he be blaming you?

“Just..don’t move.” he gave up, knowing an argument would not help the current predicament.

Mine, hers, mine, hers.

He noted the alternating pattern of your feet against each other, noticing how both sets were a centimeter off from skimming the surrounding vines.

With one hand, he reinforced the hold you had around him, hoping to keep you steady so your feet didn’t slide as he leaned forward to the door, reaching his other hand around the doorknob and pushing in.

The door opened slowly with an eerie creek, the silver glow of the street lights spilling through the window into the dark room. It was mostly clear, no thick vines invading the space of the bedroom.

Steve let out a breath of relief. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“This looks safe. We can wait the bats out then meet up with the rest of them.”

As much as Steve frustrated you, you were a little glad you were with him. Despite hating him all throughout high school, he was smart with this stuff, and good under pressure. With him by your side, you knew you’d all make it out of here okay. It brought a small peace to your mind.

Entering the room only proved your point further, as there was no ichor, or thick black tendrils invading the space. The only residue of The Upside Down tainting it were the usual dark particles, as well as some thinner vines, adorned with dainty black flowers, growing across the walls. They were pretty, and seemed easy enough to avoid.

You and Steve rotated around the room, taking in the posters on the wall, toying with the scattered knickknacks and mixtapes spread across the strange room. Whoever’s it was, they seemed to be around your and Steve’s age. You couldn’t help but wonder if you knew them.

But keepsakes could only keep your attention for so long before the silence turned awkward, and boredom overtook you. Maybe waiting alone with Steve really is as bad as it sounds. You sighed audibly, moving onto the strange flowers decorating the wall.

As you got closer, the petals flickered, as if they could sense you. They threatened to push out, as if about to blossom.

“Wh- don’t touch those.” Steve chastised you like a child, pointing accusingly as you got closer to the blooms.

“No kids and I’m somehow still the babysitter.” he whined to himself, “I would’ve had better chances with Dustin.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at him, “oh poor Stevie.” you feigned with false empathy before turning your back to him, attention back to the flowers. You brought a pinky finger up, and as if it could feel your aura, the petals fluttered and pulsed around the proximity. You were slow with your movements, being careful to not touch any of the petals, until suddenly, a large hand clasped your shoulder.

The unexpected contact startled you, causing your pinky to accidentally nudge the specimen. Shit.

Suddenly a puff of black particles blasted from the pistil, a dark ooze following behind it, dripping down the now opened blossoms of the flower.

You coughed, and coughed, and coughed as the fine particles invaded your eyes, nostrils, and throat with a thick burn. Steve pulled you back from the spill in a hurry, unsure what to do.

“What the fuck, Steve!” you shrieked, eyes clasped closed, tears spilling from the sides as you rubbed furiously at them, further smearing the black pounce across your face.

“What a safe fucking room!” you added in frustration, panic coating your voice as the sting spread.

“Don’t blame me! I was trying to get you away from it!” The panic in his voice matches yours as he wrapped one hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in front of him. He brought the ends of his vest up with his other hand, using the rough material to wipe the black dust off your face. He was gentle, tracing it softly over the creases of your nose and the bottom of your lips.

Soft cries left your lips as Steve wiped it clean, the denim agitating the burn more.

“Almost done..” he whispered encouragingly, his thumb moving in a comforting circle at the front of your neck. As the granular spray spread further into the room, he could start to feel the burn as well, his eyes beginning to water. He cleared his throat, “there.”

You both sat there, unmoving and in pain. Until finally, the burning started to subside to a dull pulse. You peaked one eye open at Steve, who was already looking at you, “I think that helped.” you admitted before opening your other eye, “thanks..”

“Sure.”

He took a step back, dropping his hand from your neck.

And immediately, the burn returned. Only this time it was at your neck, where Steve had just let go.

You instinctively reached for Steve, sucking in the air between your teeth, holding onto the ends of his vest as you tried not to cry out for the growing sting, “fuck, was it on your hands?” you winced up at him as he wrapped his fingers around both your wrists as you held the fabric, shaking his head.

“No, no, they’re clean. Look!” he brought his hands up, still clasping your wrists as he showed you his hands, free from any charcoal.

Just as fast as it returned, the pain subsided again. You took another deep breath in relief before shaking your head, “it’s gone.” you confirmed, before you both let go of one another.

And again, the burn returned. This time hotter as it crawled around your wrists, matching where Steve’s fingers were just wrapped.

He could also feel it, the pain starting at the tips of his fingers as it outstretched into his palms.

“What the..” he muttered, staring down at his hands.

You reached out for him again, one hand on each side of his neck, your fingers cooling the growing heat of his skin.

Gone.

It clicked.

“Steve, it’s when we touch…” you whispered towards him.

A part of you felt morose, normally the thought of touching any part of Steve disgusted you, but there was this small nagging at the back of your mind, one you didn’t want to think about, but it continued to bully its way through.

Thoughts about his solid back pressing into your front at the door, thoughts of the way his thumb caressed the front of your neck so softly as he wiped your face clean, thoughts of how you wanted to touch him, wanted to run your hands down the bare of his chest, like it was an instinct.

The images caused a bolt of excitement in your throat, and it traveled lower down your chest into your belly, until finally it shocked right at your core, and you let out a soft gasp.

“y’okay?” Steve huffed, drawing your attention from your thoughts to the man in front of you. Your fingertips could feel him gulp as it traveled down his neck, his skin warming as if he had a fever.

Your eyes melted into his as you met his gaze. It was different, you were used to his usual golden brown eyes that always held a bite of distaste whenever they met yours, but this time they looked darker, almost hungry. And hot.

He looked like you felt, and that caused another pang to ignite, shocking with enough force you had to bite your lip.

“Steve,” your voice was a whisper, “I don’t feel right.”

His eyes never left your lips, watching as the plush skin moved against one another. He could feel your soft breath brush against his skin, he could smell the soft mint from your toothpaste, almost as if his senses were stronger. He closed his eyes in relief, the slightest touch from you cooling his searing skin. He’d turn to ash without you.

“Sit?” he offered, voice husky as he reached to grab your hips, intentions to move you to the bed.

You nodded, but neither of you moved.

You wanted to, but it’s as if your body was being piloted by something other than yourself as your feet stayed planted in their place.

Steve opened his eyes at the lack of movement from either of you, meeting eyes through thick lashes.

A beat of nothingness.

And then you were both pulling one another into each other, crashing your lips against his, or his against yours, neither sure which one took the plunge first.

There was no sweetness, or hesitance in the kiss as your lips moved sloppily against his, your tastes intertwining between spit and shared breaths. You wanted more, wanted to taste and feel the rawness of him.

His hands wandered over the expanse of your back, moving up towards your neck before they slid down to your bum, giving a harsh squeeze to the fat of each cheek, spreading them as much as he could through the fabric.

There was relief that accompanied the touching, and the kissing. All pain turned into something more pleasurable, something that warmed the core of your stomachs, but it wasn’t enough.

“I want you, Steve, please.” you begged as you felt his rough touch, grinding your front against his.

His hands held your ass tight as he pushed you back towards the bed, “yeah, okay, fine.” he breathed, head empty of thoughts, unsure why he was giving in so easily. All he knew was he wanted you too, and now.

His lips moved up and down your neck, leaving kisses and bruises as he suckled from the underside of your ear to the point of your shoulder

You felt the sturdiness of the mattress behind your knees, so you fell back, arms around Steve as you brought him with you.

In the back of your mind, you knew this was wrong, but the thoughts were buried as you felt Steve’s hardened cock thrust against your clothed core.

“I’m sorry.” he moaned against you, dry humping into you like a dog in heat, “I can’t stop myself.” he gritted, already breathing heavily as he felt up and down your body.

The friction was tantalizing, you already felt an orgasm budding from the heightened senses, from the burning of every single nerve.

“I don’t want you to.” you admitted, helping him out by grinding yourself into his shoves.

Your fingers were unsteady with anticipation, fumbling with the button of your jeans between Steve’s body before finally it came undone. As soon as the small button was free, Steve grabbed the tops of your jeans and panties, pulling them both off in one sweep.

A soft gasp left you at the force, and the sensation of the cool air hitting the hot wetness seeping from your heat. It felt heightened, the heat of his breath against you, the softest graze of his fingers, everything burning the tips of your nerves.

Steve dropped to his knees as soon you were bare, eyes set on the sweet cunt in front of him. He gripped your calf, smelling your skin as he dragged his face up the smooth skin before resting his nose at the crease between your thigh and mound.

He drew a shameless sniff, trying to inhale as much of you as he could. He could smell the sweet hints of your favorite lotion mixed with the fresh remnants of your shower gel, and underneath it all was a soft, sweet, savory smell, that was naturally you.

That smell caused an insatiable hunger to brew inside him, his cock hardening more as it pressed up against the side of the bed, “god that smell,” he growled, leaving opened mouthed kisses to the area, relishing the salty taste of your skin.

You sat in anticipation, thigh muscles tightening as you waited, whimpering for relief to your core, but Steve was taking too long, busy admiring the dribble starting to seep from your tight hole.

As if your body was acting on your own, your hips bucked up, grazing your folds across the side of his face. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassment with the trail of wetness your cunt left on him, too desperate for friction.

It was all the encouragement he needed. He turned his head, shoving his face into your pussy, lapping the juices from your hole before dragging his tongue further into your folds, trying to taste every crevice before circling your bud.

The silence of the room was filled with your whimpers and moans as he tasted you, holding your legs apart as you squirmed from his nose brushing against your clit as the warm muscle moved inside you, shoving in and out of your hole.

The thought of Steve Harrington tongue fucking you sent you over the edge, your heightened senses sending a shuddering orgasm through your body. You could feel it move down your shoulders into your cunt as Steve drank the nectar spilling from you.

“Look at you..” he chided, “sweet girl cumming from the mouth she hates so much.”

The pain in his cock was unbearable. Hearing your moans and pants as he went down on you enlarging him more and more. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need to be inside you baby,” he grunted as he pulled you to the end of the bed, your ass nearly hanging off the end, “I can’t wait any longer.” he leaned

his body against yours, pressing opened mouthed kisses to your neck, asking permission with his kisses.

Knowing he needed you made the burn more intense, you needed him too.

You nudge his face with yours, making him look you in your eyes, “take whatever you want Steve.” you stared at him between your lashes as you snaked your arms down to the top of his jeans, helping him unbutton his pants before he slid them to his ankles.

And he did. He pumped his cock once, twice, thumbing the weeping fluid from his tip before lining up with your hole. Without any warning, he shoved his thick girth into you, sheathing himself fully inside your warm hole.

It stung in the best way possible, you couldn’t help but moan out loud from the stretch of your hole.

He only paused for a moment before dropping his elbows by the sides of your face, leaning his weight against them as he pumped long thrusts into you, grunting as his cock slid in and out of your warm pussy.

You felt so full, and the warmth of his grunts tickling the inside of your ears only heightened the building feeling of your second orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum.” you whined, gripping below his bum as you tried to push him deeper inside you. You wanted to feel him in your stomach.

“Not yet,” he breathed, his strength out matching yours as he pulled his dick from you, “I want to play with your pretty little hole a little longer.”

You clenched around nothing as he climbed ontop the bed on his knees, straddling your body. You missed the feeling of being filled, whining at the loss.

He shushed you and grabbed the back of your neck, holding your head up before using the head of his cock to drag down your bottom lip, “be a good girl and open up for me.”

The praise from Steve had you keening, something that has never happened before. You opened your mouth happily, tongue out, wanting to show him how good you could be for him.

“I like you like this.” he continued, before shoving his cock deep into your throat.

You gagged at the intrusion, not expecting your mouth to be so filled so fast. He was big.

You tried to breathe through it, gagging harder as he thrusted in once, twice, a third time. Your eyes watered, snot leaking from your nose, spit spilling from the sides of your mouth.

“Messy girl.” he chided through a moan, continuing to bully his cock down your throat with harsh thrusts, no mercy as he bruised your larynx.

Your pussy watered at the abuse, enjoying the way he used you for his own pleasure, not caring if it was too much for you.

After a moment of bruising thrusts, he slid his cock from your mouth, giving you a short moment to catch your breath before he shoved his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, pressing his fingers against your tongue, making it impossible to swallow any of the dribble spilling from the sides of your mouth.

He used your jaw as a grip as he slid back off the bed, lining himself up again before he thrusted into you, in, out, in, out. They were heavy, harsh, thrusts, your lungs barely getting a breath as he slammed his cock inside of you. He was like an animal, feral for the feeling of your spongey insides clenching around his thick cock.

It was overwhelming, the feeling of him gagging you with his fingers while he slammed into your little cunt.

Another wave hit you, so strong not even Steve could stop your orgasm from forming this time. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as a spray of wetness spurted around Steve’s cock, he continued to bully his dick into you through the orgasm, splashing the squirt everywhere.

“Dirty girl, squirting on my cock,” he was breathless, you splashing around his shaft, soaking his curly brown pubes sent him over the edge. His thrusts became erratic as he jackhammered into you, hitting his release.

You could feel the spurts of warm cum inside of you, and as he coated your insides, there was an instant relief from the life threatening arousal brought from the strange flower, his cum cooling down all the misery and the burning desires as he slid his softening cock in and out of you slowly, the mixed cum squelching around it.

He sat inside you for a second, then two, as you both settled down, your heads finally clearing, finally feeling like you were in control again. He slid his softening cock from you, both of you hissing at the loss of contact and overstimulation.

There was another beat of nothingness as you both breathed heavily, laying side by side, trying to catch your breath for the second time this night.

With the overpowering arousal gone, and both of you feeling relieved from whatever ailed you previously, it turned awkward fast.

You knew Steve hated you, but never in a million years did you think he’d fuck you like he hated you.

You sat up abruptly as clarity overtook you, thighs twitching from the abuse in between your legs.

“We can’t speak of this ever again.”

Steve sat up next to you, both of your half clothed bodies pressed side by side. Awkward.

“Ever.” he agreed.

As you both got up, there was a sound from the entryway, like a door opening a closing,

before a voice called your names.

Robin.

Your eyes widened, both of you half haphazardly throwing your clothes back on, avoiding eye contact, trying to hide yourself from the other as you got dressed, as if all decency wasn’t thrown from the window when he was pumping his cum inside of you.

After a quick pat of your hair, and a half-assed attempt to clean your running mascara, you both made your out

The two of you looked terrible and disheveled, but you were attacked by demobats. Surely, they wouldn’t know. They couldn’t know.

All the incriminating evidence was hidden, your wetness on his cock hidden on the inside of his boxers, smearing against the fabric, while his leaking cum was held safely against your folds by your stained panties.

Keepsakes.

Steve cleared his throat, glancing at the rest of the party as you finally met up, “all clear?”

Nancy nodded, “yeah, for uh, a while. We came looking for you two.”

She was hesitant in the way she spoke, glancing at Eddie and Robin besides her with an unsure look after taking in your appearances.

“We should probably go then, I’ve had enough of the upside down today.” you piped up, shoving your way through the welcome party and out the door.

Steve followed behind, trying to keep a respectful distance to not look suspicious.

There was a brief moment as the trio watched you two make your way down the driveway, an uncertainty settling between them.

Eddie glanced over at the two girls, “So they totally fucked, right?”

Nancy pursed her lips, furrowing her eyebrows, while Robin bared her teeth with a nod, “Totally.”

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