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me? basing a character on eddie and two (2) on steve in my book? more likely than you think
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ugh... this sceeeeeeene 🥰 STRANGER THINGS | 4.01
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JOE KEERY AS STEVE HARRINGTON STRANGER THINGS (2016-) ↳ for @scooprtroopr
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what if we hyperfixated on each other but like as a joke
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Let me eat you out while I make you read your book out loud and I can listen to you slowly become illiterate.
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Imagine Eddie going absolutely wild with the reader in bed. Just straight railing them, I’m talking bed squeaking and headboard hitting the wall with every thrust. He’s actually starting to moan pretty loudly since he’d been edging himself for a good week (cause he’s silly like that and Steve said he couldn’t do it since he’s a horny bastard), so he’s pretty eager to pound the reader into the mattress…
but he’s so pent up that he accidentally cums inside and he will never take challenges from Steve again
(but reader loved it so win win)
NO BC HE SO WOULD
he’s so smug in that he’ll take up any challenge that’s given to him. so when he’s challenged to edge himself and then fuck you, he’s going to do it, if for nothing else but to spite steve. it’s one of his favorite things to do, after all.
so when the time comes and he fucks you, he’s ready. he would fuck you so hard and well, but only after he tortured himself some more and ate you out for half an hour, coaxing two good orgasms out of you for safe measure. he would fuck you so hard that the headboard would leave dents in the wall, the bed would almost break, and his moans would be as loud as yours. he throws your legs over his shoulders so he can fuck you deep, and he’s nearly shaking from how good it all feels.
“gonna breed that pretty pussy of yours, baby,” he says, sweat rolling off of him as his glassy eyes meet yours. “gonna show you who you belong to.”
and it happens after less than a minute. he would freak out a little that he came inside, but you assure him that it’ll be okay. after he calms down, he starts to laugh, which makes you look at him in confusion. he shakes his head, lighting a cigarette and shrugging as he takes a drag.
“harrington,” he says, blowing the smoke out of his nose. “he bet that I wouldn’t last thirty seconds if I edged myself, and I guess he was right. I’m never taking a bet from him ever again.”
you frown. “a bet?”
“just a stupid harmless thing,” eddie says, looking at you with a furrowed brow. “does that upset you?”
“only because I wasn’t in on it,” you say, leaning in to kiss his neck. “I want to make a bet of my own.”
“oh?” eddie asks. “and what might that be, huh?”
“I’ll bet you,” you begin, nipping at his skin, “that you can’t make me cum more than once with just your fingers. you can’t touch me anywhere else with your fingers or mouth, just my pussy.”
“oh that’s easy,” eddie says.
“no,” you say, looking at him with a smirk. “you have to do it in under two minutes.”
eddie put out his cigarette, smirking as he pinned you to the bed. “challenge accepted.”
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I feel like most people’s guilty pleasure is their social media apps. What’s yours? What do you spend your time doing? TikTok Radio IRL with Joe Keery
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I love my silly goofy guy ����
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JOE KEERY @ PopBuzz — March 25, 2024
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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
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Chapter nine ⭐︎ And I'll show you if you let me, girl
Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact. smut, unprotected sex, mentions of jealousy, mentions of weed and alcohol, a sliver of angst. this is written from Steve’s pov only!
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: While Steve yearns for more with you, you seem to feel differently...
Word count: 10k+
Author's note: @hellfire--cult we're getting closer to all the good stufffff, thanks for putting this idea in my head and helping me with this hehe
Series Masterlist ⭐︎ Previous Chapter
The warmth of the sun is a welcoming feeling on Steve’s face as he wakes from his slumber. The sheets that are covering him, feeling soft on his bare body. The pillow beneath his head holds a scent that makes it smell intoxicating. He feels as though he had been sleeping on a cloud, the bed feeling more comfortable than his own.
He slowly opens his eyes, only to shut them again when the brightness shines into them. A groan falls from his lips as he throws his hand in front of his face. 
The smell of clean sheets, vanilla and something flowery fills his senses, making something in his chest flutter. 
The weight of something holding down his right arm, wakes him a little more and he opens his eyes again, a little more careful this time as he holds his hand up to protect his eyes from the sun. 
Pictures of last night start flashing in his mind when his eyes find you, cheek squished against the pillow, hair in front of your face, eyes closed and a relaxed look in your features as you’re still sleeping peacefully.
He looks away from you when he notices your hand around his arm, fingers wrapped around it as you hold on tightly, even in your sleep. His lip twitches as he stares at it, at your soft hand, at the size of it and how much smaller it is compared to his. 
He watches you for a moment, eyes tracing the spots that aren’t hidden by the covers. His fingers itch as he stares at your soft skin. He notices the scar on your shoulder, the one that a bat left, the one that you ripped off of him, saving him from a wound it would have left on his abdomen if you hadn’t saved him – you took the scar that was meant for him. 
Your lashes flutter a little, a sigh falls from your lips before you snuggle deeper into the pillows, still sound asleep. He can’t help but hold his hand out to move some of the hair out of your face, his fingertips grazing your nose ever so slightly, you don’t even budge. He wonders if you are always such a deep sleeper or if you’re just worn out from the night before. 
A smirk tugs at his lips as his thoughts reminded him of the desperation in your eyes, the needy moans that fell from your lips when he devoured you, when he fucked you, when he touched you in a way he never thought he would. 
He can’t help but react to those memories, feeling something inside of him burning with need and a deep longing to repeat the previous night with you. 
Who would have thought that Steve Harrington would ever end up in your bed? 
What would his 17 year old self think of him now?
While his teen self was very well aware of your beauty, he never was good at accepting his attraction towards you, especially when you were so mean to him – now it only turns him on. 
Steve turns on his side, about to sink deeper into your comfortable, warm bed when his eyes fall on the alarm clock on your nightstand. It’s almost 10am. Which isn’t bad… if he didn’t have to be at work an hour ago already. 
He shoots up with wide eyes, cursing. He turns back to you in panic, placing his hand on yours, “Blondie,” he whispers, trying to shake you awake, “hey… psst!” 
All that you do is turn around in your sleep, holding onto the sheets as you stay deeply asleep. 
He rolls his eyes, sighing as he opens his mouth again, he looks down and suddenly, every word gets stuck in his throat when he eyes the light pink sheets and the little bows on them. 
He furrows his brows and lifts his head, looking around the room that he realizes he had never been in before until last night, but he was too busy with you to focus on his surroundings or the girly room. 
He doesn’t know what he imagined your room to be like, but he certainly never imagined this. Light colors and lots and lots of girly decorations, aside from the band posters and the horror movie collection by the TV stand in the corner. 
The shelf across the room is littered with books and plants, tiny bottles of nail polish and perfumes. There’s pillows and a blanket on your window nook, along with a plushie that makes him smirk, the little bunny being something new he can tease you about. 
He scratches the back of his neck as he looks to his left, the nightstand on his side is littered with fashion magazines, candles and a few lip balms that are lying in a tiny bowl – strawberry and cherry flavored ones.
The poster behind your closet door catches his eye next, he can’t help but snort, “Jon Bon Jovi,” he murmurs as he stares at the long haired singer wearing a leather vest.  
Steve looks nothing like him. 
He doesn’t have the same hair nor the style. 
Is that your type of man? 
Long hair and leather vests? – Eddie surely isn’t your type, and Billy was only a friend, and yet… there was something more between you and him. 
His eyes fall back on the TV stand and the tapes, reminding him that he should be worrying about other things, right now. 
He throws the blanket off himself, his feet hit the floor and he rushes towards the clothes he discarded last night. He hastily puts his boxers and his jeans on, clinking with the belt as he struggles to fasten it in a rush. He throws on his shirt before he bends down to put his Nike’s on, not even trying to be quiet as he jumps around in a hurry, hoping that you will wake up before he leaves, not wanting to just leave without saying goodbye. 
He rushes into your bathroom, not even bothering to look at his reflection. He quickly washes his face before he looks around in search for mouthwash, you surely won’t mind. His brows rise up when he finds the bottle behind all the lotions. 
He walks back into your room after freshening up, halting in front of your bed. He feels surprised that you still haven’t woken from all the noises he made. 
You are lying on your stomach now, your bare back exposed to him as the sheets are low on your hips. 
He clenches his jaw, shutting his eyes for a moment, hating that he has to leave when all he wants to do is to get back under the sheets with you. 
What will you think when you wake up to an empty bed? 
Will you get angry with him for just rushing out that door without saying goodbye? 
Are you even gonna care?
You slapped his hand away when he tried to touch you last night, before you fell asleep. You probably won’t care about him leaving. 
He can’t wake you, he doesn’t want to disrupt your sleep and he can’t wait any longer, knowing that he will get in trouble with Keith if he shows up late, especially on a Sunday. 
And it’s not only Keith he has to worry about, it’s also Robin, who will throw one question after the other at him. 
He has no choice but to go, he steps out into the hallway and turns back to take another look at you, hesitating as he does so. 
He will explain and apologize later, that is if you even care. 
With a sigh, he tears his eyes away from you and he leaves, rushing out of the house and into his car. 
Robin is already behind the counter when he steps inside Family Video, her nose in a magazine as she taps her nails against the wood, an impatient, annoyed look in her features when she reveals her face to him after dropping the magazine on the counter. She pushes the sleeve of her flannel up, taking a look at the watch around her wrist. 
Steve rolls his eyes at her, throwing on the vest as he rushes in. 
“You’re almost an hour late, dude.”
“I know, I know,” Steve sighs, moving past her and into the backroom to clock in before he comes back to her. 
She is still standing in the same spot, arms crossed over her chest as she eyes him up and down, snorting at the mess on his head. It is a rare sight to see, he knows that. 
He rolls his eyes again, holding a finger up at her as he shakes his head, “don’t say anything.” 
He tried to tame the mess on his head when he was in his car, but the only thing that will fix the tousled hair is a shower. 
“I see the date with Heidi was worth it,” she teases him, a smirk tugging at her lips the longer she stares at the look in his eyes, they are practically glowing. 
Steve looks into a box that has been placed on the counter, he opens it to find new tapes inside, he eyes the horror movies. 
“Did you have fun?”
Yeah, just not with Heidi. 
He never had that much fun with her, he never had that much fun with anyone. 
“Mhmm.”
Robin squints her eyes at him, eying the way his cheeks flush a little, the way the blush deepens as she steps closer and stares at him. 
Steve never blushed because of Heidi, he also never came late to work after a night with her. 
“Did you stay the night?” She asks, knowing that he never stayed with any of his girls before. 
He purses his lips, and looks away from the tapes and back at her, he sees the skeptical look on her face and it makes him nervous. She knows everything about him, she knows he never stays. 
He runs his fingers through his hair, leaning against the counter as he tries to appear calm. 
“Yeah, I was really tired after we uh… you know,” he explains, shrugging a little. 
“Hmm,” she nods, furrowing her brows. 
He takes a step back, taking one of the tapes out of the box, “did you uh… did you guys have a fun time, last night?” 
“Yeah,” she nods as she looks down at her rings, twisting them, “Eddie was pretty annoyed with you though.” 
“Was he?” Steve frowns. 
“Yeah, said he couldn’t believe that you’d ditch your friends to get your dick wet.” 
He snorts, “like he wouldn’t do that.”
“He wouldn’t,” she shrugs, “oh and uh, your Blondie seemed pretty upset too, she left early.”
Steve raises his brows, “oh?”
Steve had wondered how you reacted to his date with Heidi but given your attitude towards him when he came over tells him that you must have been really upset about it – but he didn’t know that, last night. He just thought that you were having a bad day, he didn’t really connect the dots until now. 
Were you jealous? 
Were you jealous that some other girl was getting the attention that he was giving you in the past few weeks? 
“Yeah, I don’t think it had anything to do with you though.” 
It had everything to do with him, he knows it, he can feel it. He felt it last night, how you melted into him, how your anger began to dissolve the moment he told you that it was only you in his mind. 
But you don’t like him, he’s sure of it. You don’t like him. You just want to keep this game up, and have him all to yourself. 
“I’m sorry for bailing on you,” he sighs, trying to steer the topic away from you before he accidentally spills everything to her.  
“Apologize to Eddie or Blondie – actually maybe not to her, you’d probably just humiliate yourself in front of her the way you always do.”  
He snorts, nodding at her, “right.” 
“You could invite us all for pizza though, make it up to us, dude.” 
At the mention of food, Steve’s stomach growls a little. He hasn’t eaten since his afternoon snack yesterday. He was supposed to eat dinner at Enzo’s, but he didn’t even get past the drinks with Heidi. 
“I could eat some pizza,” he murmurs, “I’ll call Eddie on my lunch break. You’re free tonight, right?” 
Robin brushes past him and walks around the counter, taking the box that he just opened, “yeah but Eddie isn’t, he’s got a date tonight,” she wiggles her brows, a smile tugging at her lips, “a real date, you know? Not a sex date.” 
Steve places his hand on his hip, sighing as he rolls his eyes at his best friend. 
“I go on real dates!” 
Robin’s blue eyes flicker with amusement, “yeah right, Dingus,” she snorts. 
She steps away with the box in her hands, “I’m stacking these up, you can just… chill here and wait for another potential date to walk through the door. Oh and by the way, Nancy and Jonathan are busy tonight as well, but you can call up Argyle, I’ll call Vickie and your arch nemesis.” 
If only Robin knew that he was in his ‘arch nemesis’s’ bed last night, tangled in the sheets after your bare skin touched his and your lips met more times than he can now count, your fingers dug into his back, scratching the skin and blessing him with a pleasant kind of pain, he feels the marks that you have left on him, burning beneath his shirt and he can’t help but crave more of it, more of you. 
As everything begins to really sink in, he can’t even fight the smile off his face any longer. 
Weeks of frustration, of sexual tension and lust have brought him to a moment you both have been craving for a while now and normally the high should now be over, last night should have been enough but… it could never be enough, this has only just begun. 
And he really hopes that you feel the same. 
All day, he walks around with nothing but happiness in his features, a smile he can’t seem to hide, not even when Robin confronts him about it, teasing him about something she knows nothing about. 
He almost feels bad for lying to her but he can’t help but want to enjoy this moment and keep it all to himself. It’s only his. 
His excitement only grows when Robin tells him that you will come over later.
After work, Steve drops by the store to get some snacks and drinks before he makes his way home. He throws the keys on the counter and walks into the kitchen, putting the grocery bag on the table, he takes out the beers and soda’s and places them into the fridge before he makes his way upstairs and into the bathroom, finally taking his long awaited shower. 
He puts on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black shirt, taking his time styling his hair while his mind is still all over the place. He puts on his favorite cologne, hoping that it will drive you crazy just the way your perfume drives him crazy. 
It’s almost 7pm by the time Steve makes his way back downstairs, knowing that everyone will arrive soon, he picks up the phone to order the pizzas. 
Excitement flutters in his stomach and he can’t even find it in himself to sit still. 
He opens a window in the living room to let some fresh air in, he turns on the music and goes back into the kitchen to fill up bowls with chips and other snacks that he bought, he carries them over into the living room, when the doorbell rings two times and then another a few seconds later. Steve doesn’t even bother to go and open the door, knowing that it’s Robin. 
“Hey Dingus!” She shouts through the house the moment she opens the door. 
“Hi Steve!” Vickie greets him more quietly and a little more kindly. 
He turns around the moment the two girls step inside the room, with more snacks and beer in their hands. 
“Hey guys,” he smiles. 
Robin throws the bags of candy on the coffee table before she reaches for the beers in Vickie’s hands, “I’m gonna put these into the fridge for now. Did you order the pizza already?” 
“Yes I did, pepperoni for you,” he points at Vickie who gives him a thumbs up as she sits down on the couch, “and extra cheese for you, Robs.” 
Robin tilts her head, a grin appearing on her face as she turns to her best friend, “aw, you memorized our orders, Steve.”
He rolls his eyes at her teasing. 
“Aren’t you the cutest?” She chuckles, winking at him before she walks out of the room. 
He shakes his head, shooting a playful glare at Vickie when she continues to laugh at Robin's teasing. 
The doorbell rings again and Steve almost sprints towards the door, knowing that this must be you now. 
Vickie’s face flashes with amusement when he runs his fingers through his hair a few times before he leaves the living room. He takes a few deep breaths as he inches closer to the front door. He wraps his hand around the handle and opens the door, biting back the smirk that already threatens to break free. 
“Hey man!” Argyle grins at him as he stands next to you, “look who I found on the side of the road,” he jokes, snorting as he looks down at you. 
Steve licks his lips as his eyes find yours, his cheeks begin to hurt when he struggles to hide the smirk. 
“Hey guys.” 
“You said that like I’m some stray cat,” you snort as you look away from Steve, looking up at Argyle instead, giving Steve the perfect opportunity to take you in. 
A denim jacket is thrown over your shoulders, a simple white shirt underneath it, paired with a short pink skirt, the color almost matching the one on your glossy lips – the ones he had been thinking about all day. And then he looks at your neck, feeling disappointed that there is only a faint outline of the hickey he left the night before. You covered it with makeup, lots of it. 
“You are not a stray, but you are a cat, girl,” Argyle says to you as he steps inside, patting Steve on the shoulder, “always got her claws out, right man?” 
Steve chuckles in amusement, nodding in agreement. 
Argyle walks away from the two of you, greeting Robin and Vickie joyfully as he walks into the living room. 
Steve places his forearm on the door, looking you up and down with a smirk on his face. He feels warmth in his stomach, one that makes him crave you more and more.
“Hey Blondie,” he murmurs.
You eye him up and down just the way he did to you, and it does everything to set his insides on fire, even more.
You look up at him through your lashes as a suggestive look flashes in your eyes before you innocently tear your gaze away, your shoulder brushing his when you finally walk through the door. 
The smell of your perfume invading his space so pleasantly. 
“Hey Lego Head.” 
Lego Head. 
It almost sounds funny to hear you call him that after the night you spent with each other. 
He closes the door without tearing his eyes away from you and reaches for your hand before you can walk away from him. 
He doesn’t like the way you look down at his hand, the way your brows pull together, the way confusion flashes in your eyes before you look up at him with a look that gives him absolutely nothing. 
Suddenly, as though something had washed over your face, taking every bit of the emotions that were just behind your eyes, you look at him like you always did – before last night, before you both began playing your little game, before all the teasing. 
“Yes?” 
Steve feels a little taken aback by the sound in your voice, by the sudden change but he tries to keep his cool. 
“Did you sleep well?” He smirks. 
He doesn’t expect you to roll your eyes at him, removing your hand from his and walking away without a word, leaving him standing in the hallway, feeling more confused than ever, making his chest sting with rejection. 
The look you gave him before you stepped inside, certainly didn’t match whatever just happened. 
He shakes his head, sighing. 
Is that another part of the game? 
Or are you just trying to act like normal so no one will notice anything?
It turns out that there is something else. 
After he follows you into the living room, he quickly realizes that you aren’t playing any games, that you aren’t acting ‘normal’ either. 
Your kindness is there, just not for him, which normally wouldn’t hurt as much if your ‘friendship’ hadn’t evolved into something better in the past few weeks. 
You talk to Argyle, Robin and Vickie, and you talk to him when you have to, but all that you give to him are glances filled with nothing but frustration and forced smiles, making his skin crawl with annoyance. 
He tries to act normal, he tries to not give anything away but it’s really hard when his eyes keep moving back to yours every few seconds or so, growing more and more irritated with you and your little ignorant act. 
He tries to approach you, even as more time passes, he keeps trying to throw jabs at you, talk to you, make jokes but you only give him the smallest reactions while your friends get the better end of the stick. 
You laugh at Argyle’s jokes, you laugh at Robin when a pepperoni slides off her pizza and falls into her lap, you act normal with your friends but not with him – in fact, you act like nothing happened and it makes him angry. 
There goes his hope for more. 
The fire that you lit inside of him, quickly dissolves, making it all feel unpleasant now and he suddenly can’t wait for this night to be over. 
How can you sit there and act like you didn’t spend a passionate night with him?
Like you didn’t moan his name and begged for more, like you didn’t kiss him as though it was your new form of breathing, like you hadn’t left behind marks on his skin and on the inside of his chest. 
He stares at you, at the way you sit on your knees, skirt riding up as you lean closer to the coffee table to reach for your drink, you flip your hair over your shoulder and take a sip, moving to face him when you notice his staring. 
Steve doesn’t even bother to hide that he was looking at you. 
“How was your date last night, man?” Argyle asks as he rolls a joint for Vickie. “What was the chick’s name, Helga?” 
Robin bursts into laughter, being the last one to still munch on the pizza, “Helga!” 
Vickie can’t help but also giggle, shaking her head.
“Her name’s Heidi,” Steve corrects Argyle, still keeping an eye on you, and boy is he happy that he didn’t look away, he wouldn’t have noticed the quick eye roll at the mention of Heidi, the girl seemingly causing you more annoyance than the smirk that starts pulling at his lips again. 
“Heidi, Helga, just one and the same,” Argyle waves his head, “both weirdass names.” 
“Yeah, I agree,” you mumble with a sour look on your face. 
Oh. 
Is that jealousy Steve sees? 
“So was it like a date date, or a you know a date to get all wet and dirty afterwards.” 
Robin scrunches her face up in disgust, groaning, “don’t make me lose my appetite.” 
“Definitely the second.” 
Steve can see the way you clench your jaw, the way you poke your tongue into your cheek as you look down at your drink. 
“I’m still confused,” Robin mumbles. 
“What about?” Steve asks, not tearing his eyes away from you. 
“I thought Heidi didn’t know how to fuck?” 
At that, your eyes widen a little. 
“...Seems she learned.”
“Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t know how to fuck.” You murmur, narrowing your eyes at him.
Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise, a laugh tumbling from his lips before he can even stop it. 
You are looking at him so seriously and assured that it makes him want to scoff. 
Are you going to pretend that he didn’t make you cum twice last night? That you didn’t cry from pleasure? That you didn’t whine and beg? 
He almost wants to expose this little secret to your friends but he holds back, despite the irritation that continues to grow inside of him. 
Argyle laughs at your comment. 
“Poor Heidi.”
To the others it sounds like you’re actually pitying her but he can hear the mocking tone in your voice. 
You’re giving him that glare, the one that hides the challenging spark behind it. 
Oh, how he wants to bend you over that table and remind you of how pathetic and cockdrunk you looked beneath him the night before. 
“Oh, trust me, honey. She had a really good time last night.” 
He sees the way your eye twitches, the way your lips turn downwards for a split second before you mask the anger with something else. You tilt your head to the side, “did she?” You ask, as though you didn’t pass out after he made you come undone. 
He always knew that you were a brat, he just didn’t think that you were that much of a brat. 
“Can we please change the topic or I’m gonna get sick!” Robin throws her arms up, “I really couldn’t care less about Steve’s boring straight sex life!” 
“Would you rather talk about this?” Argyle holds the joint up, grinning at her, “the weed was specially delivered from California.” 
Robin snorts, “yeah, by you.” 
“Yeah, told you, specially delivered.”  
“Well, light it up, I’m ready to try the special weed,” Vickie says, waiting impatiently. 
None of your friends notice the way you and Steve are still holding eye contact, the way you are glaring at one another, practically challenging each other to a stare down, yet like you are ready to tear each other’s clothes off. 
You are the first to break, you look away and push yourself up from the floor, smoothing down your skirt before you make your way out of the room, you pass by him, not sparing him a single glance. 
Steve’s eyes follow you curiously, watching you walk away and down the hallway, into the bathroom.
Argyle is making the girls laugh, distracting them well enough for Steve to use the opportunity to follow you, just moments later. He takes one more look at his friends before he steps out of the living room and into the hallway. The noises of laughter and music now slowly get lost in the distance as he inches closer to the bathroom. 
He leans against the wall, opposite of the door that he heard shutting after you walked in. He crosses his arms over his chest, feeling determined to find out what your problem is. 
He has his suspicions, but he isn’t very sure about them. 
Maybe this is just the way that you are, you get what you want, you use it once and then you move on, not bothering to stick with it. 
Maybe you get bored. 
Maybe you aren’t as deeply into this as he is. 
Or maybe he made a mistake this morning, after all. 
The door opens and you step out of the bathroom, only to halt in your tracks when you notice him, you stare at him for a moment before you roll your eyes at him again. 
Steve’s arms drop to his sides, he opens his mouth to say something to you, when you go to walk away. But he moves forward, placing himself in front of you, he blocks your way and places his hand on your arm. 
“Wait, please.”
The look you give him, should send shivers down his spine, but instead it makes him want you just more because despite all of this, he can only think about what happened the night before, how pretty you looked under him, how you moaned for him and begged for more, how you held on to him this morning. He knows you still want him – it’s not his cockiness that is telling him that, it’s the look in your eyes, the one behind all the anger that he’s getting more and more suspicious about. 
“What?” You mumble. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“Nothing’s wrong,” you shrug, pursing your lips. 
His desperation starts growing yet again, the want inside of him begging him to just push you up against this wall and kiss you again just the way he did before the sun rose. 
The little crease between your eyebrows is so prominent right now, showing off your irritation. 
“Come on, don’t do this again, Blondie,” he sighs, his hand leaves your arm and he can’t believe that he’s already missing the feeling of his skin on yours. “Just tell me what's wrong.” 
You stare up at him, your eyes moving from his lips to his nose and then back to his eyes. You seem to hesitate, you seem to think. 
But then, you do what you always do. 
“As if you don’t fucking know.” 
You run away. 
You leave him hanging.
And maybe if you hadn’t said these words to him, he would’ve let it go, he would’ve felt defeated, knowing that he should be moving on but this, the resentful look you just gave him, one that shows just how upset you are only begins to confirm all his suspicions.  
He will not let this go, he will not let you go, not so easily, at least. Not even when you keep acting that way towards him when he returns to the living room. 
You keep giving him dirty looks whenever you catch him staring, you keep scoffing and rolling your eyes at him, not knowing that it only spurs him on – just the way it did when you were both fifteen, stuck in fourth period together. 
He keeps staring, and you keep getting more frustrated – it’s so visible in your features, you can’t even hide it. 
It seems that the only thing you’re good at hiding is pain and sadness, these are the only things he could never notice on you, not until you decided to show him a glimpse of it, at least.
Steve can’t help but count down the minutes until Argyle, Robin and Vickie decide to leave, so he can finally have a moment with you. And the moment he gets what he wants, he almost cheers. 
“I think I might pass out if I don’t leave in the next five minutes,” Argyle mumbles as he sits up. 
“Yeah,” Robin giggles, “me too, and you do not wanna sleep on this couch, trust me, man.” 
Argyle furrows his brows, staring down at Steve’s couch, “what’s wrong with it? It’s comfy.” 
“I thought so too until I woke up with a stiff neck that one time I passed out during movie night.” 
Steve snorts, “told you, you could’ve slept in the guest room.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Robin rolls her eyes, getting up from the couch. 
“Do you want me to drop you ladies off?” Argyle asks, pointing between Vickie and Robin, “don’t wanna let any of you drive home high.” 
“Yeah, that would be nice!” Vickie slurs a little, giggling when Robin takes her hand and pulls her up. 
Steve is looking at you, watching the way you reach for your jacket as you stand up as well. 
Do you really think that he will let you leave after the way you behaved? 
After you didn’t even talk about what happened? 
“Blondie,” he says sternly. “Don’t you wanna help me clean this mess up?” He points to the empty bowls and plates. 
You squint your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest, “why, can’t handle it yourself?” 
Robin chuckles as she looks between you both. 
“I picked her up, dude. I’m not gonna let her walk home alone at night, especially in freaking Hawkins!” Argyle mumbles. 
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll drive her home,” Steve shrugs, “I don’t mind.” 
He feels satisfied when you glare at him, huffing in anger.
Robin shakes her head knowing that you and Steve take this thing between you both very seriously, the rude teasing, the bickering, the little fights – she doesn’t know just how far you both take these things now. 
“I helped you last time, it’s only fair if you help me now, right?” He smirks at you, satisfied with the angry look in your eyes. 
“Mhmm.” 
“Alright then,” Argyle mumbles, passing by you, he ruffles your hair, “I’ll see you around, grumpy.” 
“Bye,” Robin teases you with a sing-song voice, wiggling her brows at you, “have fun playing maid with Dingus.” 
“Thanks, Robin,” you say sarcastically. 
Vickie gives you a softer smile and a hug before the three leave the room and walk out of the house, leaving Steve alone with you – something that he had been waiting for, all night. 
He wants to confront you the moment the front door shuts, but he decides to wait, wanting to find out what you will do now that everyone is gone and it’s only the two of you again. 
He watches you closely, his eyes follow every twitch in your features, every flicker in your eyes as different emotions take over them. Your lips part, and he thinks you’re going to say something finally, but instead, you only sigh before you look away from him and get up. You start to gather the plates. 
With a sigh, Steve gets up and makes his way over to you, gently grabbing your wrist. 
“Did you really think I made you stay to wash the dishes, Blondie?”
You furrow your brows, putting the plates back down, you lift your head to look at him. 
“Oh, did you expect something else, Harrington?” 
“Yeah,” he nods, still holding your wrist, “you telling me why you’re acting like nothing fucking happened yesterday.” 
The irritation in your eyes isn’t hard to miss, neither is the anger in them. 
“Nothing. Happened.” 
He scoffs at you, shaking his head in disbelief. 
Never has he ever felt so agitated by someone else. Never has he ever felt this desperate. 
“Right! Yeah, you screaming my name didn’t happen, you cumming twice with me didn’t happen, us almost breaking the bed didn’t happen. Sure.” 
You grow flustered at the reminders and your lips part as you seemingly try to find your words. 
And Steve waits, he waits for you to say something, to explain why you had been acting that way towards him, but the longer you look at him, the more you start to pull away and with one swift movement, you pull your wrist out of his hold, you reach for the jacket that you had dropped again and you leave the room with a scoff. 
Steve rolls his eyes at you, swallowing down the anger as he follows you out into the hallway, rushing after you. 
“I’m not up for this shit, Lego head,” you mumble as you stomp towards the front door, grabbing the handle and ripping the door open, “your message was clear as day this morning.” 
The moment those words leave your lips, you confirm every one of his suspicions. That is why you had been so angry, that is why you had been acting like a brat the whole damn night. 
You’re one step out of his house when he catches up to you, he reaches out for your hand, grabbing it tightly as he pulls you back into his house and turns you back around. He shuts the door and locks it before he lifts his hand to cup the back of your head so he won’t hurt you when he slams you against it. 
Your eyes widen in surprise as your lips part. Before you can throw any more words at him, he steps closer to you, using his other hand to cage you against the door. 
The feeling of your body now back against his, makes his skin crawl in anticipation, his body aching in need. 
“Oh, waking up without me struck a nerve huh?” 
You knit your brows together as you huff angrily, lips puckering as you’re about to throw an insult at him… probably. 
But all he can think about is kissing you, and showing you just how much he wants you again. 
“Made it clear it was a one time thing so I don’t know what–” 
He brings his hand forward, letting go of your head so he can cup your cheek, before you can even finish your sentence or react to his touch, he leans forward and smashes his lips against yours, finally kissing you with his eyes closed and his body now pressed against yours. 
You gasp, almost squealing against his lips, you drop your jacket to the ground, growing tense for a whole two seconds before you melt into his touch and kiss him back. 
Steve’s thumb grazes your jawline as he tilts your head up and he presses further into you, moving his lips a little faster against yours. 
Unlike your first kiss, last night, this one is a little slower yet just as deep, if not even stronger. He keeps holding your cheek, liking the feeling of your soft skin beneath his palm. 
He lifts his left hand, removing it from the door behind you and placing it on your other cheek, his fingers getting lost in your hair as he continues to kiss you, only pulling away to catch his breath. 
His eyes open for a moment to see you chasing after his lips. He almost wants to smile smugly but he doesn’t want to ruin this by teasing you, instead, he goes straight back in, kissing you again rougher and harder this time. 
His knees nearly buckle when you moan softly and bring your hands up to his biceps, while his right hand slowly travels down your body, passing your chest and your stomach – he wonders if yours flutters just like his does. 
He nudges his nose against yours, parting your lips with his tongue and you invite him in so eagerly, instantly moving your tongue against his. Your hand slowly moves to his neck, nails grazing his skin, making him moan into the kiss. 
Steve feels something he had never felt during kisses with any other girls, but he can’t pinpoint what it is. Surely it must be lust and passion, nothing more, nothing less. He doesn’t like you, he definitely doesn’t, but you’re not just a random girl. It’s you, Blondie. The girl he always thought he absolutely despised, and that despise turned into desire. But was the desire never really there? Was he sure of that? 
Just like now, he wants more, he wants you, all of you. 
But he doesn’t know how far you are willing to take things today. 
He moves his hand down to your bare thigh, not moving it under your skin just yet. He taps it twice, waiting for the green light, waiting for you to make the move. 
You don’t stop kissing him, even as you part your legs for him, you keep going, you keep pulling him closer and closer, until he is flush against you. 
He slips his hand under your skirt, his fingers trace your inner thighs first, making you whine impatiently, practically begging him to touch you as you buck your hips up against him. He bites your lip gently as he presses his fingers against your pussy, moaning when he feels just how soaked your panties are already. He pushes them aside and slips his fingers through your wet folds, bringing his digits up to your clit. 
His dick twitches at the sound of your moan, and he is beginning to get impatient.
He could just slip inside of you with ease, you’re wet enough to take him but he still wants to stretch you open with his fingers first. 
You break the kiss the moment he pushes two of his fingers in, a moan falling as you stop moving your lips against his. You part your legs further for him as you throw your head back against the door, closing your eyes and knitting your brows together. 
Steve can’t help but stare at your face, watching the way you get lost in the feeling of pleasure as he begins to fuck you with his fingers, he doesn’t even tease you the way he wanted to all day, he needs to make you feel good, to show you how much he wanted this. 
His mouth waters at the sound of the squelching noises his fingers cause as he drags them in and out of you, his dick straining against his pants, his stomach fluttering. 
He leans closer to you, unable to hold himself back from kissing your puffy lips, pecking them a few times as he swallows your moans. 
“S-Steve,” you whimper his name again, blessing him with a sound he’s been dreaming about all day. 
He kisses you again, though while his lips move smoothly against yours, you keep breaking the kiss to murmur his name over and over again. 
You clench around his fingers, and when he presses his thumb against your clit, you whimper loudly, tightening even more around his fingers. You’re close, he can feel it, but he can’t wait any longer. He pulls them out of you again, almost chuckling at the needy whine you let out but he keeps kissing you. 
“Hold on,” he murmurs, taking his pants and boxers off just enough to free himself, he wraps his hand around his length, pumping a few times as he smashes his lips against yours. Steve moans in contentment when you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him as you pull him closer, clearly feeling just as impatient as he does. 
“Like hell that was a one time thing,” he mumbles against your lips as he grabs your waist with both hands and picks you up without a struggle. 
You gasp in surprise, eyes widening for a moment. You move your hands to his shoulder and hold onto him tightly as you wrap your legs around his waist. 
Steve presses you against the door as he moves his arm down, hooking it underneath the back of your knee while his other hand travels back to your core. He looks into your eyes as he pushes your panties further to the side. 
“You want me, right?” He asks as though the desperation in your eyes wouldn’t be good enough of an answer. 
“Yes.” You nearly whimper in need. 
He lines himself up with your entrance, “good, because I want you too, Blondie,” he whispers before he slams his lips back against yours and thrusts inside of you, causing you both to moan in pleasure. 
He splits you open, completely burying himself inside of your tightness, your warm wet walls gripping him tightly and he stills, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. 
He scrunches his brows together as his dick aches for more.
This feels so good, this feels even better than last night because now, he can feel you, nothing separates him from the feeling of your pussy around him. 
You are breathing heavily against him, clenching around him already and he can’t help but growl at that, you’re tight enough as it is, and you’re making this even harder for him. 
“P-Please,” you break the kiss to beg, trying to pull him even closer even though his chest is completely pressed against yours already. 
And the moment you start begging with your eyes, he can’t hold back and stay still any longer. 
He grabs your hip and he places his forehead against yours, keeping his lips on yours as he starts fucking you. Last night he fucked you roughly, but tonight… he fucks you like an animal. His fingers dig into your side, holding onto you tightly as he starts pounding you against the door, loud moans start falling from his lips, joined by your whimpers, they echo through the hallway. 
He can see the glassiness in your eyes before you shut them tightly, gasping as he picks up the pace further, and he watches you, he watches closely as you get so deeply lost in the pleasure while your chest moves up and down rapidly, your lips quiver as the prettiest sounds keep falling from them. 
He wants to close his eyes and enjoy this moment of bliss but he can’t look away from you, he can’t believe that he’s getting you like this for a second time, he can’t believe that you’re gasping and whimpering for him, because of him. That someone like you turns into a drooling, needy mess for him and his cock. 
You tilt your head to the side exposing your neck to him. 
He instantly leans in, latching his lips onto your skin, tearing another gasp out of you. 
“Steve!” 
He feels your hands on the back of his neck now, fingers getting lost in his hair, you tug at his strands, only a little but enough to make his hips falter for a second, enough to tear a whimper out of him. 
“Don’t stop, Stevie,” you whisper as you hold onto him tightly, your feet digging into his ass as he continues to ram in and out of you, roughly. 
He bites down harder on your neck, sucking on your delicate skin as his dick throbs inside of you. 
“Been thinking about you all day,” he confesses as he continues to cover your neck in marks, leaving reminders of himself on your body. 
Your walls flutter around his dick and it only spurs him on even more. 
He pulls back so he can see you again, he grabs your cheeks with one hand, turning you to face him again. You are biting your lower lip and you open your eyes to meet his, your pupils are blown, the black in them almost taking over completely, you are looking at him with such pleading and sinful eyes. 
He moves his thumb towards your mouth, pulling your bottom lip out of the grasp your teeth just had on it and he leans in to press his lips back to yours, “you’re so tight and wet around me,” he murmurs against them, “can’t believe I get to see you like this.”
He can feel that you’re growing weaker, that you can barely keep your legs wrapped around him now, you’re completely wrecked already but Steve isn’t done yet, despite feeling so close to his own high, he can’t help but want to savor this moment for as long as he can. 
When he kisses you again, he swallows every one of your moans and whimpers when he changes his pace from fast and rough to slow but harsh and deep, deep enough for you to feel him in your stomach, he’s sure of it, and by the way you clench around him so tightly that you nearly make him cum sooner than he’d like to, you confirm it. 
You’re wearing too much clothing for his liking but he still grabs at anything he can reach, your boobs, your neck, your arms and your legs before his hand gropes your ass and he digs his fingers into it so tightly, he’s sure to leave a mark. 
Your tongues meet in a feverish kiss, your noses bump into each other, you both grow breathless and yet you can’t stop tasting each other. 
Steve’s nerves are on fire, and he’s beginning to lose composure as his hips begin to stutter, he can only hold back for so long now. He quickly moves your skirt up further and presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. 
The squeal you bless him with sending flutters through his chest and stomach, pride swelling inside of him when you come undone for him again. Your body grows tense for a moment, your walls and contract around him before you fall limply against him, breaking the kiss to catch your breath, you still hold onto him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. 
His moans now grow louder, even more so when your lips graze his ear and you whisper “cum for me, Steve.” 
All it takes is another powerful thrust before he spills inside of you, the whine that falls from his lips nearly startles himself. 
He doesn’t stop moving right away, he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as he keeps rolling his hips slowly, coming down from the high. He can feel how much you’re shaking, how your legs are trembling now. 
And you both keep clinging to each other, like you want to savor every last second of this, even when it’s now over. He doesn’t want this to end, and neither do you. 
And yet, it has to. 
He pulls out of you, cursing under his breath while you whine at the loss of him. He places you back on your feet but keeps his hands on your waist in case your knees buckle. You let go of his neck but bring your hand down to his bicep, wrapping your fingers around it to steady yourself. 
You look up at him through your lashes and his own knees nearly buckle. 
You’re quiet, too quiet for his liking, reminding him of what had gotten you upset in the first place, it fills him with guilt, knowing this could have been prevented. 
He lifts his hand up towards your face, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up again, he leans down, surprising you with a soft kiss. 
“I overslept. I tried waking you up but you were… sleeping like a log. I even moved around and made a lot of noise on purpose, hoping that you’d wake up.” 
You grow flustered beneath his eyes, eyes growing wide as realization flashes in them. 
“I– you could have left a note–”
“I should have, but I’m an idiot who was an hour late to work already and rushed out.” He explains as his fingers keep tracing your skin. 
Your shoulders slump as you sigh, “o-oh…”
He brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear – unaware of the way it makes you feel, of what it causes inside of you, of the kind of hope it could fill you with. 
You keep staring at him, eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and lips, though the softness begins to disappear when reality seems to pull you back. 
“Steve?” 
The shakiness and the panic in your face nearly makes his heart stop. 
“Yes?” He asks softly, as he stops touching you. 
“Y-You came inside of me…” You mumble, dropping your arms to your sides. 
Yeah, he did, and it felt unlike anything he felt before.
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m clean,” he shrugs, not understanding the fear behind your eyes. “I gotta say, I never went in raw before though,” he chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. 
You stare at him with something he can’t read, and then your wide eyes fill with fury and a hint of fear as a yell escapes your lips.
“I’m not on the pill, Steve!” You frown at him, pushing him away from you so you can brush past him. 
Steve’s eyes widen, his blood runs cold at your words. He quickly pulls his pants up, turning around to see you rounding the corner. 
“Shit!” He curses as he follows you, eyes glued on your back until you disappear into the bathroom and shut the door. 
He wasn’t thinking straight before, and neither were you. 
He presses his hand against the door, closing his eyes as he tries to calm his racing heart by taking slower breaths. 
“I-I’m sorry, Blondie. I didn’t know!” 
“Get me Plan B, right this second, Harrington!” 
He doesn’t even hesitate to move, he knocks his hand against the door, “o-okay, I’ll be right back!” 
He steps away from the door, rushing over to the dresser in the hallway, he picks up his keys and his wallet before he rushes out of the door. 
It’s past midnight on a sunday, the stores are all closed, but the pharmacy has a 24 hours service on weekends, every two weeks or so, and to his and your luck, this weekend is one of those. 
Steve had never done anything like this before, he never had to buy one of those pills, he certainly never fucked without protection, not even when he was with Nancy. You’re his first. He wonders if he is yours too. And why is he hoping he was? 
He didn’t put much thought into how awkward it would be to ask for a Plan B, but the moment he asked the old lady behind the counter, and she looked at him disapprovingly, he suddenly wished for the ground to swallow him whole. 
He explained that it’s for his girlfriend, the one that doesn’t even exist. 
She kept glaring at him, sighing and shaking her head. 
He slams the fifty dollar bill on the counter, and takes the small box before he rushes out with a flustered look on his face. 
“You should go to church and pray, boy.”
He ignores her comment, rolling his eyes the moment he steps out and takes a deep breath. 
Pray so the pill will work? Sure. He will try, even though he is certainly not as stressed as you are. 
When he comes back home, he finds you sitting on the couch, bouncing your knee and chewing on your nails. He feels guilty, knowing that you’re anxious because of him and his careless move. 
He finds the living room all cleaned up, bowls and plates are gone, the coffee table wiped down. 
He walks towards you, his eyes soften when your wide ones meet his. 
“Here,” he mumbles, handing you the white box that you take from his hands, right away. “I’ll get you something to drink.” 
He makes his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge to reach for the diet pepsi he bought earlier. He returns back to you, pill already between your fingers. 
“You didn’t have to clean up, you know?” He asks as he pops the can open for you. 
“I know, I couldn’t sit still though,” you shrug, taking the can from his hand. 
He sits down beside you, watching you throw the pill into your mouth before you swallow it down with the drink, tilting your head back and closing your eyes for a moment. 
The marks on your neck are deeper than the ones he left last night and he can’t help but love it, knowing that those will be much harder to cover up. 
His eyes move down your body, your chest, your stomach and then your thighs that are still trembling a little. 
“Hey,” he whispers, concern flashing in his eyes, “are you okay?” 
“Hmm?” You tilt your head back down, and place the pepsi on the coffee table, “yeah… I’m okay.” 
“Are you sure?” He asks, now looking into your eyes. 
“Yeah, thanks for this…” You murmur, pointing to the box. 
“Don’t need to thank me for that, Blondie,” he waves his hand at you, shaking his head. 
As he takes a better look at you, he notices how flustered and nervous you look. 
“Look, can we talk?” You ask, your voice now much softer than it was twenty minutes ago as you ordered him to get you the Plan B. It’s even a little shaky, and he notices how your throat bobs as you swallow harshly. 
“Sounds like you’re breaking up with me… That’s kinda harsh right after I came inside of you,” he jokes, scratching the back of his neck. 
You give him a deadpan look, shoulders slumping as an annoyed sigh leaves your lips. 
“Fuck it, I’m leaving,” you grumble as you push yourself up. 
But in his panic, he reaches for your hand and pulls you back down. Closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. 
“No, sorry, wait… just… stay.”
He opens his eyes again, to find you looking at him in confusion as his hand is still holding onto you. 
“Stay here tonight.” 
Your lips part, your eyes moving across his face. 
“W-Why do you want me to stay?”
“Because it’s the right thing to do?” He mumbles, pursing his lips as he shrugs slightly. “I’m not like a fuck and kick out kind of guy… But if you want to leave, you can? I-I can drive you home,” he stutters as blood rushes to his cheeks. 
You pull your hand out of his grasp, shaking your head at him, “no, no… I’m tired… It’s fine.” 
He nods at you. 
You look away from him, breaking eye contact and scooting further back on the couch, now looking at anything but him as you both fall silent, too silent. 
Well this is certainly awkward, Steve thinks. 
You just fucked against the door, like two animals in heat and now you can barely look at each other. 
He can’t stand it. 
“Okay yeah, we definitely have to talk about all of this.” 
You snap your head back at him, “no, shit, Lego head.” 
He huffs at you, scratching the back of his neck as he now looks away from you. 
“Why are you so… I don’t know… aren’t you supposed to be all cocky and confident, King Steve?” 
He narrows his eyes at you, thinking that you are judging, but you’re not, you’re genuinely confused by his behavior right now.  
“You would be surprised. I’m like that only with people that don’t… know me.” 
“You’re cocky with people you don’t know or… the other way around?” 
He can’t give you the answer that you want to know. He can’t let you know. He can’t let you in. 
He shakes his head again. 
“And also the fact that you and I have a history of pure hatred… So we should talk about this,” he points between you both, redirecting the attention to something else again, leaving you a little speechless. 
You clear your throat. 
“Well, we fucked.” 
He almost wants to chuckle, but he holds back. 
“Uh huh, twice.” 
“Yeah…”
He blinks, taking a moment to come up with the right words, he presses his palms together as he faces you again. 
“My question is… are you done with those two times?”
You raise your brows at him, tilting your head to the side as you give him a puzzled look, while holding your hand up to move your hair back.
He can’t help but roll his eyes at you. 
“Can you put your pride aside for just two seconds?” He mumbles. “Cause I definitely wanna keep fucking you, Blondie.” 
For a second, and only for a second, you look stunned, before a sour expression takes over your face. 
“While you fuck Heidi?” 
Now it’s his turn to raise his eyebrows at you, you almost sound and look jealous. 
You clear your throat again, “I just want to get this right. We keep fucking… whenever. And what about the rest?” 
“The rest?” 
“Yes. Exclusivity?” 
“Well, there isn’t,” he shrugs, “I see whoever I want and you do… the same.” He almost chokes on his own words. 
If he only looked closer, he would’ve seen the look of defeat in your eyes before you looked down. 
If only he kept his mouth shut. 
If only he knew that his own rule would come back to punch him in his gut. 
“O-Okay.” 
“Okay?” He repeats your word, eyes lighting up. 
You nod, “yeah, but we should set up some rules.”
He nods too, “yeah sure.” 
He watches you take a deep breath, licking your lips as you look around the room, the room your friends occupied earlier. 
“I’m taking you don’t want anyone to know?” You ask him.
“Well… Yeah.” He shrugs, eyebrows knitting together as he stares at you confused. “I don’t want anyone to know.”
“Uh huh, right.” You mumble. “Okay. A-And, we only fuck, right?” 
“Right,” he nods, “this doesn’t make us anything, we just… fuck… yeah.” 
You blink, your lips twitch. 
“We can spend nights together, I’m not gonna kick you out,” he says, hoping that he can spend the nights with you because for some reason, he can’t get your sleeping figure out of his head. And he almost sighs in relief when he sees you nodding slowly.
“I’m not gonna kick you out either.” 
You look into each other’s eyes as you both try to read the other, both of you moving a little closer without even realizing it. 
The minutes pass and you both keep setting rules, not knowing that this whole thing will end up in shambles. 
After all… Rules are meant to be broken.
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I feel like I’m really bad at prompts so I’m just gonna go with my “do’s” from costar today…
Stomping. Instant coffee. Cold* shower.
*“Cold” autocorrected to “come” and I almost didn’t fix it, soooo…do with that what you will.
OH MY LOVE.
hoping my slutty choices for this prompt find you well.
18+, no minors, acts of sex, yay.
**peep my little hints at 90s tv and movies—there are 4 🖤
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send me a prompt from this post ! (writers block is killing me !)
Cold beads of water trickle like ice down your body. Making your already pert nipples stand at attention and harden in an instant. 
Cursing the boy you’ve been best friends with since diapers, you turn the faucet off in a quickened haste— exiting the tub in an anything but graceful fashion, stubbing your toes on the way out. 
“Eddie!” your shrill voice is clouded by the throbbing in your foot and the chatter in your teeth. “Did you pay the water bill?”  
One job, the menace had one job— one duty for the small shared apartment, and it was to pay the water bill each month. 
Wrapping yourself in a threadbare towel that had once been a swim towel for an uppity family— you stomp down to his bedroom, kicking open the door with enough rage to channel Jackie Chan.
You should have knocked. Fuck, why didn’t you knock? 
Eddie was naked.
Pale-moon colored ass on display. 
Thigh muscles rippled beneath dark patchwork tattoos, arms that never looked muscly suddenly flexed tight. A veiny hand wrapped tight around a black haired pony tail. Hips, his hips were— fucking, thrusting, pounding. 
His mouth was slack, slick like an oil painting, head back and eyes rolled to squinted ivory surrounded with a colossal woodland of thick lashes.
Sweat coated his brow, dribbling down until it collected on his cupids bow, a salty pooled tease. His rougey lips were spit coated, sheer— glossy— begging for your tongue to taste them. 
Your heart thumped loudly, heat in your core on its own tempo, hot and deep. 
And then you hear it. 
A whimper. Softer than silk, low, whiny, almost sweetly pathetic in its delivery from a deep space in his throat. 
Your cheeks warm, cunt heated like a fire, sirens going off for extreme temperatures. 
Oh—fuck.
His eyes meet yours and you hold his gaze for a second. The clouded look of a man being sucked dry took over his normal instant coffee colored irises. Glaucoma esque beauty in the dark swirls, and you wet your lips at the sight of him— at Eddie Munson— resident freak of Hawkins and your best friend. 
Jesus.
Both your lips explicitly mutter words with eyes wild doe like. His going from lazy pleasure to shock. Yours were covered with your palm, the other reaching, fumbling for the door knob. 
Apologizing profusely you suddenly stammer around clearing your throat and trying to leave ASAP. 
The towel around your middle, the only thing keeping you decent, glides to the ground—falling gently like that fucking feather in opening scenes of Forrest Gump. Practically in slow motion but still too quick for your blind shut eyes to catch it. 
Fuck.
Pulling with both hands on the knob your heart races to shut the door, not registering that the towel is wedged tight between the frame, making it impossible to shut. 
Shit shitshitshitshitSHIT
With a last feeble attempt of yanking your arms, the latch clicks into place and you beeline to your room with a slam of your door so hard it ricocheted off the walls, making a framed picture of you and Eddie at a Metallica concert fall to the ground, shattering the glass.
What the fuck? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!
Your heart boomed in your ears, back stuck to the door like you were holding it up. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Eddie naked, pretty sure your entire graduating class saw him naked on more than one occasion. But this?! This was so mouthwatering better than any other time. 
Goosebumps spread across your skin at the burned image of Eddie getting head on your retinas. The two of you had never crossed those lines. Each dating, fucking around it never once crossed your mind what he would be like in the sack, or what his sack would be like in your mouth. 
You’re pleased when you don’t cringe at the dirty thoughts of him— it felt like second nature, like eve seeing adam —lol okay maybe not, but still! What your mind was conjuring up was biblical. 
A giggle surpasses your lips and you wipe a line of drool from the corner of your mouth. Nerves finally settling as your realization hits— who was it?
It wasn’t Sarah, you hadn’t seen her since last fall. Eddie had said she started dating Steve—his comic book “arch nemesis” but in reality another bestie, who spent most of his time wallowing on your couch about Nancy than he did actually going on dates. 
Mary ended up being a virgin—preacher’s daughter, one of seven. He stopped seeing Clarissa after she wouldn’t stop over explaining every single minute detail of her day. Could it be the girl with the green leather jacket? Darla? Daria? 
The horny ache in your belly soured like curdled milk. 
How dare her (whoever she was!) The thought of someone other than you pulling those noises from Eddie suddenly set you on edge. Rage burned through your veins like lightning. Spidering and leeching to your skin. 
The pajamas you had taken off before your shower lay in a heap on your floor and you quickly yanked them on. Muttering to yourself about every vile thing you could imagine about whoever the lucky girl was who currently had a mouthful of your roommate. 
You needed to leave. The clouds of embarrassment eased overhead, colliding with the lightning making a storm brew deep beneath your surface and you be damned if you were going to let the rain fall whilst still in this apartment. 
Keys in your palm you throw open your bedroom door, ready to bolt through your apartment and down to your car— destination unknown. 
You nearly knock him over in your attempt to run. But you’re stopped cold by sweaty bangs, a heaving chest, and the same stupid pair of boxers that had small tears along the elastic from years of wear. 
“Sweetheart…” he coaxed, voice so sugary and laced with tiny shreds of venom it could ice a wedding cake— then strike you dead. 
You had seen plenty of Eddie today, your body screamed for you to leave, but your feet were stuck in the icing, waiting for the bomb to drop. 
Warmth from your cheeks from your shame could keep a trailer with broken windows warm in a blizzard—your stomach flipped— dropped like lead as his next words hit like a bullet. 
“We need to talk.” 
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