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harringtonlovers · 2 months

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take me to the edge of heaven (tell me that my soul’s forgiven)

pairing: steve harrington/nancy wheeler

warnings/tags: SMUT (18+), house party setting, steve’s jealous, stancy fwb turned lovers, unprotected p in v, oral sex, happy ending!!

summary: steve’s tired of their friends with benefits deal. nancy just wants to make steve jealous.

word count: ~9k

ao3

Steve was pissed.

He held his drink close to his chest, taking a swig of the ill-tasting beer. His eyes scrunched up, mouth twisted into a sour expression. Steve took one look at the label, PBR, and knew all too well. Bottom-of-the-shelf beer. For a bottom-of-the-shelf party. Anything to feel some ounce of drunk, though.

Taking another sip, he held his composure. Steve's eyes scanned the party, realizing two things.

One, it wasn't a horrible party. At least in everyone else's eyes but his.

In the haze of cigarette smoke, people around his age stumbled around. Drinks in their hands, touching their lips, crashing onto the floor. Groups of people crowded various areas of the house, mainly the living room couches or the outside patio. The music was great, playing his favorite songs from Mötley Crüe to The Police. But, Steve wished they'd stop playing Sweet Dreams. It had been played at least five times. That's what he got for leaving Robin in charge.

His parents were out of town once again, giving him the perfect opportunity to throw a party. It had become a biweekly thing. In fact, all of Hawkins High knew to clear their schedules every Saturday night just to attend his parties. Steve never knew why people seemed so interested. The house smelled like spilled beer and cigarette smoke. It was loud and hot and sweaty, everything deemed horrible to the normal person.

But they were teenagers. All they wanted to do was party.

It also helped that Steve had a huge house. Two stories, the upstairs full of bedrooms for teenagers to screw in. Bathrooms full of toilets to throw up in. The occasional shower to drown out the sounds of sex on the bathroom counters. A big living room full of leather couches and coffee tables to sit on. Steve encouraged coaster usage for the tables.

He had a tv, huge and took up a good amount of space. People often stole the remote to play the raunchiest things they could find. Steve had to explain to his parents once why he had left the channel on a free version of amateur porn. It was embarrassing, but he learned to check the TV before bed. His den held a pool table, as well as an extra table perfect for beer pong. The kitchen remained grand and full of everything needed.

Cups scattered on the counter, mixers, and alcoholic drinks laid out on the island for all to see. People also brought their own things, leaving them on the counter for all to share. Steve appreciated it since buying alcohol was the worst party about these biweekly parties. His pantry remained stacked with snacks for those who for the munchies.

And the patio. The goddamn patio. Open backyard right into the woods. A pool. He had a pool, such a rare luxury in Hawkins, Indiana. Everyone loved it, getting to undress themselves for the world. Swimming under the moonlight, drink or joint in hand, cascading through the soothing water.

Steve loved the patio, except for all of the various smells. Urine, weed, cigarettes, and chlorine. As one would expect, the smells didn't go well together. Steve had found puke in their once. It was hard to explain that one to his parents. He also needed to stay away from the weed, since it diverted him from the agenda. He came to the party to hang out, not to be stabbed with the sudden feeling of jealousy.

Which brought him to his second realization.

Nancy Wheeler looked like a babe, and she wasn't anywhere near interested.

Not that she wasn't interested in Steve. It was more of a mutual understanding. Their relationship was short-lived, full of ice cream dates and losing their virginities to one another. However, it fell flat on their faces when they realized that they enjoyed one another, but it would never work. Nancy was planning on going to Boston for college. Steve would be lucky to get into State.

Thus came the agreement of friends with benefits. They'd sneak into each other's houses, share a quick session and spend the night. The other would be gone by the morning, never speaking of it at school or social settings. It wasn't the most ideal solution, really. They got sex out of it but recently, Steve had wanted more. He found himself staying up afterward, talking to Nancy about what was going on in her life.

She got into Emerson College and recently started babysitting for extra money. Nancy was starting to become interested in scrapbooking, finding it satisfying to place random scraps of paper into a fashionable order. Sometimes she even wrote notes, journaling her thoughts and feelings at the moment. It was an interesting concept, but Steve found it fascinating.

Steve's head started to become filled with Nancy. Her likes and dislikes, the way her hair curled. He looked forward to seeing her at school and talking to her, not just to sneak in a quick make-out session to let off some steam. Getting any chance to speak to her felt like a dream to him. And that's when he realized he had fucked up royally.

He wanted more with Nancy. But she just wanted to remain friends with benefits. Granted, he never asked. But it seemed plausible since Nancy often rolled over after sex at his place and dozed off. Assuming was never Steve's vibe, but he knew if he asked Nancy it would ruin their relationship.

Their weird, fucked up relationship.

Lower back pressed against the kitchen counter, his dark eyes aimed in on Nancy. She looked good. Hell, Nancy always looked amazing. But something about tonight seemed different. She had this natural glow to her, one so attractive it brought in men like a siren call. Steve didn't know if it was the alcohol talking, but she looked beautiful.

He sipped slowly, admiring her every move. Nancy wore her favorite little black dress. The fabric stopped right above the knee, exposing her calves in all their glory. An off-the-shoulder grey sweater hugged her upper half underneath the dress. Classy yet stylish. Perfect for the strange September weather of Indiana.

Billy Hargrove is insufferable. Transferring from the sunny state of California, all the girls fell head over heels. Including Nancy. Steve could see it in her eyes, the way they beamed whenever he made his way down the halls. It didn't help that Billy was a natural at basketball, dominating the court and slowly dethroning Steve as the best player on the team.

Part of the hatred was based on jealousy. The other remained on the fact that Billy draped himself all over Nancy, one hand on her waist while the other held a red solo cup. His face close to hers, whispering sweet nothings in her ears. His smirk brushed up against her cheek.

Nancy fed into it. Her smile was as bright as the sun, batting her eyelashes to attract all of the attention. It worked, clearly, since Steve knew what it was based on.

Nancy's poor attempt to make Steve jealous.

Poor attempt, he thought. Although, he noticed he had been squeezing his cup tighter than before.

The sudden sound of glass breaking diverted his attention for a moment. Steve looked over, seeing that Chrissy Cunningham had broken a vase from the kitchen counter. The boy rolled his eyes, knowing his mother was going to murder him.

His head snapped back to his original view, seeing the worst sight imaginable. Billy planted kisses along Nancy's neck, her head tilted to the side. Eyes closed, lip curled into a grin. In one sudden moment, Nancy's eyes flickered open. They caught sight of Steve's brown eyes. All she could do was grin wider, eyebrows wiggling in amusement.

Steve chugged the rest of his drink. His eyes never left hers, a fire burning deep inside. He had enough. As crazy as he seemed, Steve refused to let Billy get his girl. Nancy belonged to him. All the late nights, in the back of his car with Nancy riding him like a horse. Their impromptu fucks in the janitor's closet, usually Nancy's doing. The flashbacks of their first date, ice cream on her lips, and a sudden brightness in her eyes.

Warmth. Safety. Comfort.

Steve knew what she was doing. And he made it his mission to stop whatever was happening, despite how much of an asshole he was going to be. At the end of the day, it is his party.

And Nancy's his girl.

Pissed off with an empty cup, Steve chucked the piece of plastic into the garbage. Without a care in the world, Steve pushed his way through the crowd. His eyes on the prize, ready to pry Billy's lustful lips off of Nancy's soft neck. He didn't deserve to kiss her neck like that. Only Steve knew how to do it, suckling toward the collarbone. Nancy went wild for that. Every. Single. Time.

As he walked over, Nancy's hand snuck up into Billy's curls. She let her eyes settle again, exaggerating her moans so Steve would hear. Her nails raked Billy's hair, tugging gently to get him to moan. Also, she was completely aware of Steve's presence. He loved his hair being pulled, especially during a heated make-out session. Nancy knew how to play her cards right.

Making his way past another couple, grossed out by their innate ability to hump one another with no worries in the world. With sweaty palms and a creased forehead, Steve cleared his throat. "Nancy?"

Nancy and Billy continued their road to intercourse, Billy's hands gripping her waist. Steve's eyes glanced down and watched, fuming. "Nancy, I need to talk to you."

Billy released his lips from Nancy's neck after hearing her groan. "I'm busy, Harrington," Nancy spoke, words laced in laziness. Her hands rested on Billy's shoulders as her eyes peered up to Steve.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, Muscles flexed, Nancy imagined his strong arms around her. Holding her up as he fucked her. The pool between her legs began to form, imagining Steve whispering in her ears as they had sex.

"Harrington, what the hell do you want?" Billy barked, his grip tightening around Nancy.

Steve's eyes caught sight of Nancy's neck, noticing bruises forming. With a deep exhale, he relaxed himself. Or attempted to. It didn't help that his eyes caught Nancy's, full of delight. "I need to talk to Nancy. Alone."

"Didn't you hear her?" Billy asked, giving his undivided attention to Steve. "She's busy. With me."

Nancy rolled her eyes, releasing herself from Billy. "I appreciate the backup but I can take care of myself, Billy." The girl turned to face Steve, deadpanned. "What do you want to talk about?"

"In private," Steve said. "Now."

Nancy scoffed, shrugging slightly. "I'm trying to enjoy the party."

"Jesus Christ," Steve mumbled, grabbing onto Nancy's hand. "I'll drop her back off."

He rushed off, dragging Nancy behind him. The girl tugged her arm for a second, eventually giving in to being walked around like a puppy dog. Steve pushed past the crowd, using himself as a shield for Nancy. A few people greeted Steve, a few girls sending winks down the way. It only made Nancy roll her eyes harder than ever.

He could have anyone. But he chose her.

They eventually made their way toward the back hallway of the house. Behind a quiet corner, the music playing in the background. Nancy could barely make out the song, but she knew it was something Madonna. One of her favorites. And she had to miss it because Steve Harrington wanted to have a useless conversation.

With a glare, Nancy broke the silence. "What?"

Steve narrowed his eyes, trying his best to suppress any hints of jealousy. "Are you fucking Billy?"

Silence.

Nancy scoffed, running her hands through her hair. "I can't believe this..." She muttered to herself. "You can't be serious!"

"Dead."

"We aren't exclusive, Steve." Nancy crossed her arms over her chest, bottom lip poking out in a sneer. "You and I made an agreement. Sex. That's all it is! Who cares if I fuck someone else?"

"I care!" Steve admitted, flustered. "I care so goddamn much, Nancy!" Then an idea struck him. "If we're not exclusive, then I can screw whoever I want?"

Nancy tensed up. Her signature pout turned flat, eyes wild and full of confusion. Why the hell would he want to fuck anyone else? Playing with the sleeves of her outfit, Nancy retorted. "And why would you do that?"

The smirk returned to Steve's face. He had struck a nerve. "If you can do it...why can't I?"

"Pfft." Nancy chuckled. "You already have, hm?"

Steve cocked an eyebrow. "I did?"

"Tina's party? You got so drunk you made out with that random girl?" Nancy laughed, masking her jealousy. "You didn't think I'd find out? Or worse...see it with my own eyes?"

"Ahh," Steve busted out laughing. "I see! This is all because you're jealous!"

A blush fell upon Nancy's cheeks. "Excuse me?"

"You're so jealous, Nancy!" Steve held his stomach, aching from laughing so hard. Of course he remembered making out with the random girl. It lasted a total of a minute, resulting in a limp dick and more alcohol. He didn't go home with her. He'd never do that to Nancy. No one made him feel the way Nancy did.

All he knew was that he had no interest in fucking anyone else but Nancy.

"Did you fuck her?" Nancy asked, ignoring the laughter.

Tricky question. He knew exactly what Nancy was referring to. Steve had taken Chrissy Cunningham, Hawkins High princess, out on a handful of dates. It started off as Chrissy asking to study which turned into full-blown make-out sessions paired with random movie dates. They'd talk at school, ending conversations with kisses on the cheeks. Nancy must've caught sight of that.

Hence the jealousy oozing from her body, as well as the unbearable hickeys from Billy. Nancy found Billy to be attractive, but he wasn't number one on her list. In fact, up until right about now, Steve took the cake.

It took Nancy a while to realize everything.

First, the idea of a relationship scared her half to death. Instead of establishing one, Nancy felt it would be easiest to continue down the road of friends with benefits. She enjoyed Steve's company. In fact, he was the only guy ever to make her giddy. Cause the butterflies in her stomach to erupt, flap around, and bump against her beating heart. Steve Harrington, the catch of the town, felt the same.

But the idea of college got in the way. It wasn't that Steve wouldn't be attending college. Nancy just knew of his aspirations, wanting to get out of Hawkins as fast as he could. But she was aware of the potential threat of long distance and just the mere thought of a relationship in general.

How could Steve move off to bigger and better things, leaving Nancy behind for another year in high school? Would he find someone better? What if he never came to visit? What if she got in the way of his life? Anxiety coursed through her veins since day one. But she always wanted to keep Steve in her life.

Even if it meant meeting up late at night to sneak a quick fuck and then return home. Anything to get a chance to see Steve, touch and feel him. Exchanged a few words before allowing her world to be rocked by Steve.

Seeing Steve with Chrissy Cunningham had been the worst sight. She was well aware of their weird relationship. Chrissy had a crush on him for ages, but Nancy caught wind in their math class. Eavesdropping, her specialty, on Chrissy was the worst decision she had made. The strawberry blonde giggled her heart out as she bragged to her friends about Steve.

How great of a kisser, how tender and kind he was. Nancy couldn't help but roll her eyes but it was hard to deny the sting. It burned and itched at Nancy's skin, reminding her that Steve had given his attention to another girl.

One that wasn't her.

Nancy's mind flipped like a switch. She's jealous and angry, ready to take any moment to attack. And she decided to do it at Steve's party. The perfect place to piss him off.

Clearly, it had worked. The two cramped toward the end of the hallway, knowing how easy it would be to escape. Go to the guest bedroom located at the back of the house, away from the party for the rest of the night. Express their anger in animalistic ways: clawing, gnawing, going at one another without a care in the world.

Instead, they would spend the rest of their time together arguing. Arguing over stupid things, such as Chrissy Cunningham and Nancy's inability to be straightforward.

"Who?" Steve asked. "Chrissy?" Nancy rolled her eyes. That was enough of an answer for Steve. "Jesus, Nance."

"What?" Nancy asked, flinging her arms in the air.

"You're jealous," Steve said. "Bedridden with it."

"That's an issue?"

"Yeah?" A scoff. "You're not allowed to be jealous when you ended our relationship. You created this whole...friends with benefits bullshit. Then you go and flaunt Billy in front of me? But I can't go on a few dates?"

Nancy listened, eyes softening the more Steve spoke. She knew she had been in the wrong, using Billy to get a reaction out of Steve. Seeing the brown-eyed boy in front of her only made her feel worse about herself. The fear of rejection and abandonment flashed back into her mind, reminding Nancy of her struggles with Steve.

He's everything she's ever wanted. Yet, Nancy can't bring herself to come face to face with the potential heartbreak. The thought of losing Steve made her ill. Her head spun a bit, a mixture of the alcohol and Steve's words, aching for another shot. "I..." She exhaled, trying to refrain from crying. "I never said you couldn't go on dates, Steve."

Steve placed his hands on his hips, anger surging. His eyes flickered up at the ceiling, collecting his thoughts. Ordering what to say and what not to. He brought his attention back down. However, the minute he looked into those familiar blue eyes, he lost all words. Speechless, tongue in cheek, unable to speak. Steve noticed the glassiness of Nancy's eyes, indicating she was on the verge of tears.

All arguments went out the window. The music seemed to grow quieter, the world pulling into them. Just Steve and Nancy. Alone.

All worries melted away. It became clear how their relationship seemed strong, enough to realize what they had been doing for the past few months. Screwing one another out of true love. The mere thought of Chrissy Cunningham left his mind completely, honing in on Nancy Wheeler.

"Nancy," he whispered, licking his lips for reassurance. "How...How could you think there's anyone else?"

A gulp. "I-I don't know." She shrugged, the tears growing by the second.

Steve didn't waste a second. His hands guided Nancy toward the wall, pressing her back against the cold surface. Nancy shivered for a moment, the sudden contact with the wall and Steve causing her body to melt.

Leg tucked between Nancy's legs, Steve rested his forearms against the wall. He caged Nancy in, chest open to make her comfortable. The last thing he'd want to do is make her feel trapped. If she wanted to leave the situation, all she had to do was push him, and tell him to back off.

Instead, the ends of her lips twitched into a grin. It was subtle, but Steve basked in all its glory. All he ever wanted to do was make her happy, see her smile. A silly need, but whenever she flashed a smirk in his general direction, Steve felt the world shift on its axis. Everything seemed to be right in the world whenever Nancy glowed brighter than usual.

Eyes, piercing and ready to attack. Nancy batted her eyelashes, anxiously awaiting a kiss or two from Steve. Instead, he removed his forearms from the wall, dropping them to her side. Fingers tracing against her exposed skin, lips parted to speak.

A sigh. The space between the two dwindles by the second. Another sigh. Their breaths intertwine with each other's, the two finding it hard to breathe. The bass of the music banged against the wall, causing Nancy and Steve's hearts to skip. Chests touching. A third sigh, exhaling against Steve's lips. "You're crazy," He whispered, the gap turned into a crevice. One so small, so unimportant. Yet, no one made a move.

Not just yet.

"You're crazy to think you're not mine, Wheeler." Steve admitted.

Lips parted, Nancy let out a whimper. She found it difficult to form any sentence. How do you respond to that? Word vomit a love confession or stay silent?

Her mind grew hazy, partly from alcohol and the other from Steve's comment. Gulping, Steve waited for Nancy's answer. However, after a few moments of silence, he started to grow impatient.

The only thing on his mind was Nancy. Kissing her, touching her, pleasing her. Reminding her that she's loved. Trailing kisses all over her body, leaving love bites in the places that belonged to him. Her neck, stomach, hips, inner thighs. All the places he worshipped, needed to have to go on.

One night. All he wanted was one more night.

And within the internal battle, Nancy unraveled.

She sealed the void, engulfing Steve in a passionate kiss. Her hands went straight for his hair, tugging and pulling as hard as she could. Steve reacted quickly, hands landing on her ass and giving her a tender squeeze. He returned the kiss with no hesitation, the immediate moan they shared echoing throughout the desolate hallway.

Their bodies pressed together, hard and eager. Nancy's lips soft as a feather, Steve loving every moment they shared. The memories flooded his mind, reminiscing on all the times they snuck around to share an intimate moment. He had been craving them, wanting to create memory after memory.

Nancy rejoiced, the thought of Steve Harrington ever leaving making her want him more. Hands trailed along his chest, playing with the buttons of his crinkled shirt. Their lips moved in sync, Steve slipping his tongue into her mouth. Nancy gave in, a smile spreading. Steve would do anything to feel that smile any chance he could.

It all made sense. Their short-lived romance, virginities out the window. They belonged together, Nancy knew it too well. There was no doubt in her mind that Steve Harrington belonged to her, and him the same. Nancy beat herself up mentally for even doubting her feelings. She knew. He knew.

They were just too scared to admit anything.

Nancy pulled back first, aching to continue their make-out session. The second she released him, his lips found a new spot to love on. Steve nibbled at her neck, causing the girl to giggle. Music to his ears.

"Steve," Nancy whined, groaning at the touch of his teeth gnawing at her neck.

"Hm?" He continued on her skin, marking her neck with light bruises. His hands explored Nancy's body, wanting her right then and there.

Nancy closed her eyes, concentrating on the pool forming between her legs. Her neck already ached. She made a mental note to wear a turtleneck to school for the next few days. "You want me?"

The question stumped him. Steve removed his lips from her neck, bringing his attention back to her. He centered in on Nancy, giving her the undivided attention she deserved. "What do you mean?"

"Do you want me?" Her eyes full of despair, trembling at the potential negative answer.

His eyes softened, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Steve let his thumb linger against her cheek, caressing it. Nancy found herself nestling into the palm of his hand, knowing the answer. The familiar smile returned to her face, arching her eyebrows at Steve. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Hell yeah, Nance." His hands returned to her butt, gripping onto it and hoisting her up.

Nancy squealed, instantly wrapping her legs around his torso. The sound of glass echoed, followed by a few gasps and giggles. However, Steve didn't pay any mind considering he had Nancy Wheeler in his arms. In response to the sound, Steve squeezed her ass before making his way out of the hallway and toward the nearest bedroom.

Nancy rested her head on his shoulder, peppering kisses along his sharp jawline. She left a few bites, not wanting to bruise him just yet. Her lips lingered along his moles, showing extra care to his collarbone. Steve let out a groan, pushing the door open. "Jesus," He whispered, holding Nancy's body against his.

Steve recognized the room. He slammed the door behind him, reaching his arm back to lock it. His eyes flickered around, thanking every God above that it was the guest room. Granted, his bedroom would've been ideal but he settled. At least no one had occupied the room just yet. However, the thought of someone else getting plowed in his room made him cringe a bit.

Shoving the thought past his mind, Steve dropped Nancy onto the bed. She bounced, kicking her shoes off while giggling. "Guest room?"

"Mhm," Steve nodded before settling himself on top of her.

Nancy couldn't help the giggles, pulling him on top of her. The feeling of the soft fabric below her comforted her. She loved the feeling of silk pressed against her exposed skin, especially when Steve lay on top of her.

Steve hesitated for a moment, settling himself. His legs snugged in between Nancy's. His erection grew at a rapid pace, pressing against her inner thigh. "Nancy Wheeler," He breathed out. His brown eyes poured into hers, never wanting to miss a moment.

Nancy returned the gaze, her eyelashes batting against her cheeks. She flushed, growing shy at the intense eye contact. "Steve Harrington." She said.

Silence fell over the two. Comfortable, sweet silence. The kind anyone longs for. Full of lust, love, and warmth. Nancy lifted her hand, tracing her fingers along the fabric of Steve's t-shirt. Her fingers played with the buttons, chest heaving with anticipation.

"You're so beautiful." Steve whispered. "But I'm still pissed off."

Nancy whimpered. Steve grinned.

He knew how to get her.

The gap closed once again, this time Steve took control. A soft gasp escaped Nancy's lips, taken off-guard by the sudden contact. Steve allowed his hands to explore Nancy's body, hiking up the skirt of her dress to expose her lacy thong. His strong hands continued to run up and down Nancy's body, landing on her ass and giving it a hard squeeze.

Nancy felt her body go limp, letting Steve take control over her and her body. "You're...pissed off?"

"Fucking Billy," Steve mumbled against Nancy's fair skin. He began to mark up her body, starting with the neck and making his way down to her chest. Steve knew not to leave a too-noticeable love bite on her neck. Nancy hated having to wear turtlenecks. "Touching you, kissing you." His bites turned vicious, letting a bit of his anger out on her.

"Steve," Nancy whispered, whimpering at the sudden feeling of his teeth against her skin. She reached for his brown locks, intertwining her fingers into the thick strands. Nancy pulled gently.

Steve's teeth took a break, peppering the bruises with kisses. He had bruised her chest pretty well, leaving splotches of purple all along her breasts.

The sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the hallway, causing Nancy to giggle. "The party is getting a little hectic."

"Shut up," Steve mumbled, ripping off his shirt. He leaned back down, towering over Nancy with a smirk.

Nancy looked up into Steve's eyes, arching an eyebrow at him in amusement. He was trying to be rough. Cute. The girl bit down on her bottom lip, allowing him to give him what he wanted. However, Steve was going to have to work for it. "Make me, Harrington." Nancy slithered out of his grip, moving herself along the sheets.

Steve watched as Nancy shimmied her way to the other side of the bed. Of course she had to pick the room with the king bed. Steve rolled his eyes at the sight of Nancy, trying to contain his erection. "What are you doing, hm?"

Nancy giggled, laying herself down. She lifted herself, resting her elbows against the bed to gain access to Steve. Eyebrows pinched, eyes full of woe, and lip curved into a frown. Steve was getting annoyed, and it only made Nancy aroused. "Pissing you off." Nancy cocked a brow, lifting her legs up.

Steve watched in amusement. "Why would you do that?"

Nancy lifted her dress, giving Steve full access to her cunt. The brunette spread her legs, maintaining eye contact the whole time. She couldn't help herself. With the swift motion of her hand, Nancy's palm rested against her core. The girl let out a gentle noise, touching herself lazily.

Steve gulped, eyes shifting from Nancy's face to her pussy. The lacy thong barely covering her was enough to make him go into a spiral. "Nance,"

"Hm?" She perked up, fingers circling her swollen clit. Nancy poked at herself through the thin fabric, biting hard on her lip. "Is there a problem?"

"You're such a tease," Steve confessed. He began to crawl toward her, approaching slowly, like a hunter after his prey.

Nancy narrowed her eyes at Steve, shoving her underwear to the side. The cool air hit her dripping cunt, causing Nancy to seethe. "Oh," She whispered, fingers crawling around her hole. Nancy finally shoved two fingers inside of her, releasing a high-pitched moan.

"Jesus Christ," Steve whispered to himself, watching as Nancy pleasured herself. The mere sight of her exposed pussy made his pants tighten. She had never done this before. Acting so careless about her pussy, exposing it for the world to see. For Steve to see. All for Steve. "Nance, quit teasing."

"Never," She breathed out, pumping her fingers in and out of her. Nancy grew sloppy, lazily dragging her thumb against her clit while her fingers went ham. Eyes beginning to close from the pleasure, Nancy lost sight of Steve. Her back rested down against the bedspread, continuing to please herself. "Oh fuck," She moaned, clenching her legs around her hand.

Steve used the moment of vulnerability to sneak his way in. He quietly brought his hands to her sides, watching as her thighs trembled in pleasure. Steve smirked, watching as Nancy twitched and cried as she touched herself. It was a sight to see, and Steve basked in its glory.

Nancy Wheeler was hot and horny.

All for Steve.

In a quick motion, Steve grabbed ahold of Nancy's thighs. Without giving her a chance to speak, Steve laid his body down on the bed and pushed her core into his mouth. Steve let out an exasperated moan, tongue working overtime.

Nancy gasped for air, feeling the bruises form on her thighs. Steve gripped her skin hard, holding her in place as he ate her out feverishly. The girl felt her chest cave in, finding it hard to breathe as Steve devoured her whole. "Steve! Fuck!" She cried, voice cracking from the intensity.

His tongue lapped against her clit, hands pushing her thighs down hard. Steve had Nancy pinned down, eyes focusing on the way her chest rose and fell in quick intervals. Steve smirked against her clit, watching as she squirmed. "Give it to me, Nance." He said, letting go of one thigh.

Nancy's leg began to tremble after being released from his grip. She tried to level her breathing, but the sudden sensation of two fingers entering her cunt caused her to malfunction. Overstimulation began to kick in, causing her body to shake and convulse. "Steve!"

"Hm?" He asked, humming against her clit. Nancy shuttered at the vibrations against her pussy, eyes screwing shut to focus on her climax. Her hips bucked up, fucking Steve's mouth as best as she could.

Hips riding against his face, Steve carefully inserted another finger. Tongue on the clit, gliding between her folds and licking up any pre-cum, Steve wanted her to finish. The thought of Nancy cumming all over his face was enough to make him finish, but he had to hold on. She had to hold on. Steve needed to fuck her, show her more than just his tongue.

Nancy deserved every ounce of sex he could give.

At that moment, Steve vowed to make this night about Nancy. Show her real pleasure, real love. Give her what she needs, as well as pleasure himself just by watching her. Nancy had a way of controlling Steve, and this night wouldn't be any different.

Nancy's head hit the pillow hard, inhaling sharply. Steve devoured her whole, eating like he hadn't had a meal in years. As if he was just freed, wanting the best meal he could think of. His tongue lapped at her clit, providing her enough attention to release all over his face. The girl could feel her pussy clench around his fingers, an embarrassing blush flashing over her cheeks.

Steve's eyes lingered on Nancy, watching her every move as he ate her out. The way her chest heaved at a fast pace, her thighs trembling. He fucked her hard, making it incredibly difficult for Nancy to not cum. He wanted to open the floodgates and clean her up, show her how much he loved to please her.

"F-Fuck...Fuck, Steve." Nancy purred, her throat aching from the constant moaning and cries. Her chest tightened, making its way down to her stomach. Feeling her climax approaching, Nancy let out a high-pitched scream.

The sound gave Steve the motivation to pick up the pace. Releasing his fingers from her dripping cunt. He made sure to play with her folds for a few seconds—purely to get a reaction out of her—he gave all his attention to Nancy with his tongue. Gnawing, swallowing her pussy whole. Making sure to lap at her clit, as well as brush against her folds.

Nancy felt the slight stumble brushing against her aching core. Reaching for anything and everything, she landed on Steve's locks. She tugged at the roots, indicating her climax was about to hit. "Yes!" She cried out. "Yes, fuck, Steve! Right there! Please, please, please..."

The orgasm hit Nancy like a truck. Her back arched, shoving her pussy in Steve's face. Nancy rode out her high, body twitching and convulsing at the orgasm. It shattered her, leaving her mind cloudy and heart full of lust. A series of different sounds filled the room, mainly soft whimpers and sharp inhales from Nancy.

She missed the feeling of releasing herself. Unraveling for Steve to see. Nancy only enjoyed showing this side of herself with Steve. So vulnerable, so fragile. So hot and lustful.

Steve moaned in bliss at the taste of her cum. He used his tongue to clean Nancy, grinning with a newfound confidence. Pulling away from her cunt, Steve sighed in amazement. The sight was beautiful, breathtaking. The way her core throbbed, Nancy's lips drenched and the little spillage left over. "Nancy Wheeler, you're a masterpiece."

Nancy winced at the sudden contact of his lips on her pussy again. He chuckled, causing Nancy to roll her eyes. Despite how great he fucked her, Steve continued to be a dick. To show her that he's still in charge. She loved it that way, but God, he was going to be the absolute death of her.

Steve peppered kisses against her clit, watching as her body trembled every time. "Someone's jumpy,"

"Shut up," Nancy commanded, sitting up slowly.

Steve kneeled over the bed, looking up at Nancy with a sense of bewilderment. His honey eyes burned into her blue ones, a gentle grin on his pouty lips. Nancy's eyes trailed to his neck, noticing all of the moles and freckles she adored.

Lifting himself, Steve shook his head. He towered over Nancy, slowly lowering himself onto the bed. Crawling toward her, Nancy could sense the animalistic switch in Steve. His eyes, wild and full of lust, never leaving Nancy.

He was hunting her like his prey.

And she loved every minute of it.

"Make me, Wheeler." Steve seethed, bringing his face toward hers.

Nancy batted her eyelashes, trying to put together her thoughts. It seemed like an easy task at hand. However, the way his nose scrunched and mouth twisted into a smirk made her thoughts harder to decipher. He distracted her and brought her to the world of forgetfulness and sex.

Lots of sex.

Their bodies, pumping with adrenaline and lust, pressed against one another's. Steve's hand reached up, combing his fingers through her thick locks. Nancy felt her breath hitch in her throat. Speechless, her eyes bore into his, admiring the slight twinkle.

"You don't wanna go down that route, Steve," Nancy whispered as Steve lowered his face toward her.

His lips curled into a smirk, lips brushing against Nancy's as he spoke. "Oh, I think I do." His hands snaked up to her sides, fingers tracing circles around her waist. "The question is, though..." He paused, eyes glancing up into hers. "Do you want to?"

The question took Nancy by surprise. Of course, she had wanted this. It's the whole reason why they were in this situation in the first place. However, as she stared into his big brown eyes, the question meant something else entirely.

Searching for a response, Steve's forehead leaned against Nancy's. His mind, body, and soul ached for every inch of her. All Steve wanted to do was show her how much he cared for her, worshipped the ground she walked on.

But one word stuck out to him the most.

Love.

Steve was hopelessly in love with Nancy Wheeler. She consumed his mind and controlled his actions and everything he stood for. Nancy inspired him and showed him what it was like to be free and full of life. Nancy was like a breath of fresh air, Steve wanting to take her in like a hit from a cigarette. Inhale her, hold her close. Remind her just how much he cared for her, as well as show her what real love looked like.

It only took him a lousy party and an act of jealousy to realize it.

Now, it was Nancy's turn. Her turn to take her thoughts and shove them to the side, giving in to Steve and allowing him in. Show him how vulnerable she could truly be.

But instead of responding with words, her eyes gave the answer. A slight nod was earned, giving Steve the go. To take their relationship to the next step. To get at least one more night with Nancy and figure out their shitty situation in the morning.

Tonight belonged to them, and Steve was going to make sure it stayed that way.

In a swift motion, Steve pulled off his shirt. He leaned back down, capturing Nancy's lips in a proper kiss. Not too rough but just enough to get Nancy to groan in pleasure. Her lips pressed back, hands reaching up and caressing his warm skin. Nancy's hands slid behind his shoulders and down his back, pulling Steve in as close as she could.

His body rested in between her legs, sighing into Nancy's mouth. He found himself fiddling with her shirt, snaking his hand under her dress. Using both hands, Steve shoved her dress up as far as he could. Enough to expose her flat stomach, pumping up and down as Nancy breathed heavily.

Their lips unlocked, the puzzle falling apart. With a gentle gasp, Nancy couldn't help but shudder as Steve's lips attached to her neck. Kissing all the way down to her collarbone, focusing on her needs before his. "I could kiss you forever, Nancy."

"Please," Nancy begged, her body squirming under his grip.

"No remarks?" Steve looked up with an arched eyebrow. "No witty banter? Just begging?"

"Steve, I swear to Go—"

Steve cut her off with a lazy kiss. His lips lingered before pulling back, the familiar shit-eating grin plastered on his lips. "Just teasing you, Nance." He whispered, his heart thumping against his bare chest. "Let me take care of you."

Nancy's eyes, full of lust and gratitude, stared into Steve's. Speechless, once again. Steve loved to shut her up, in simple ways or others. A wicked grin returned to his lips, Steve anxiously waiting to continue his mission.

Reaching down, his rough fingers trailed her inner thigh. Nancy couldn't help but jump, embarrassed by her actions. Steve let out a soft chuckle, loving how adorable Nancy acted. One minute she was the tough guy, the next she was trembling under his embrace.

Steve's fingers danced across her thigh, crawling up to her panties. Eyes never leaving hers, Steve peeled off Nancy's thong. He dropped it to the side, her pussy on full display.

Nancy felt how sticky she was down there, a mixture of her previous orgasm with her newfound desires for Steve. She inhaled sharply, watching as Steve stood up for a moment and tore off his pants. All that rested on his hips were his boxers, red and black checkered print. Nancy's eyes held onto his bulge, nibbling at her bottom lip as she stared impolitely.

She decided to take control for a second, sitting up. Nancy grabbed ahold of his boxers, shoving them down his hips and letting them hit the floor. She had seen his cock multiple times, and every time it got better and better. The sight of his arousal brought her joy as well as amusement. Anytime she got her hands on his dick was a good day in her head.

"Nance..." He whispered, his eyes lingering on the girl below him. Steve reached down, tilting her chin up to focus on his face.

Nancy's baby blue eyes shined in the darkness, Steve feeling himself engulfed in desire and passion. The two of them, alone, the room filled with love.

Steve was ready.

Nancy was ready.

In a heated moment, the two went for one another. Lips on each other, tongues fighting one another. Hands grabbing onto any piece of skin imaginable, Nancy's moans echoed throughout the room as Steve groaned in response. The kiss made Nancy hungrier for more, emerging herself into Steve and Steve only. Legs spreading ever so slightly, Nancy held Steve close to her.

Steve took the seductive action as a sign, lining up his cock to her core. He teased, dragging his tip along her drenched folds.

Fingers digging deep into his back, Nancy scratched and clawed at Steve. "Steve." She spoke, firmly, and was dedicated to stopping the teasing.

"Shush." He hummed, his dick shoving ever so slightly into her, splitting her in half. Steve's hands came up to grip Nancy's waist, holding her down as he thrust himself into her. "Is this okay?" He asked, his breath tickling her ear.

Nancy's back arched, her body drowning in pleasure as Steve took things to the next level. The warmth of his hands on her hips, pinning her down was enough to send her over the edge. Instead, Nancy lifted her legs to make things easier for the both of them. Lips pressed against her ear, Steve panted softly as he decided to pick up the speed.

"Steve," She cooed, her words wrapped silk, gentle to the touch. Something felt different about their time together. Nancy felt this newfound sense of euphoria, not just arousal. A fire burned in her stomach, twisting and turning and trying to tell her something. But Nancy's thoughts turned cloudy as Steve began to pound into her.

"Nance," He exhaled, his hips pressing harder against hers as Steve continued the steady pace. However, a scratch to his back caused Steve to grunt in satisfaction. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

Eyes screwed shut, Nancy's claws dug into Steve's back. He pounded, hard and fast, his thrusts deep and with a purpose. Steve's hands moved their way down to her thighs, squeezing the life out of them until they bruised. The whimpers escaping her lips came in a series, some soft and some loud. Steve used all the energy he could to sit them up, Nancy cradling his lap as they continued to fuck.

"Steve!" Nancy whined, Steve's cock disappearing into her. His hands remained on her hips, guiding her as he fucked her. Nancy's head dropped onto his shoulder, her body trembling from the thigh workout. Her breathing, shallow as a pool, huffed and puffed into Steve's ear, causing him to yank at her thighs.

"Nance," Steve spoke, hips bucking at a brutal pace. His strong hands gripped her hard, lifting her up and down on his cock. Steve couldn't help but grunt as Nancy's walls tightened around him. This position had been his favorite, so intimate and up close. Letting Nancy have some control but overall, he fucked her into next Tuesday.

Her breasts bouncing, Nancy plunging onto Steve's dick. Her shaky hands found their way to his hair, pulling at the thick locks in a desperate attempt to answer his call. "Ye...Yes?" She stuttered, trying her best to ride him but it was all becoming unbearable.

The way her walls fluttered around his cock, engulfing his warmth with every thrust. His hands caress the sensitive parts of her body, focusing primarily on her inner thighs. Steve knew how much that made her squirm.

Eyes piercing into hers, Steve pulled Nancy in close. Their bodies pressed against one another's, sweat dripping off of their faces and mixing in with their bodies. The world seemed to slow, turning on its axis ever so slightly. It faded, Steve's focus on Nancy and her the same.

"Nothing," His hand reached up, cupping her face. His thumb stroked her cheek, admiring how red they turned whenever Steve seemed to speak. A wistful smile fell upon his lips as his thrusts slowed. "You're just so goddamn beautiful." He picked up the pace again, cock thick and coated with her cream. "So perfect." Steve croaked, dipping down and leaving kisses along her neck.

"Steve..." Nancy hissed. "Steve, please." Face growing hot, Nancy felt her stomach churn in anticipation.

"Yes, baby?" He asked, nose brushing against the bruises he left along her collarbone. Steve couldn't get enough, planting marks all over her neck. His hands stroked the small of her back, pulling Nancy closer than ever.

"I..." A whine. "I-I'm gonna..." Nancy can't even finish her sentence as her belly twists into a knot. She was approaching her climax, ready to finish all over his throbbing cock.

Steve smirked, his hips beginning to turn erratic. Pounding into her core, Nancy's body turned tingly and bubbly. Her insides turned into mush, and her legs started to tremble in overstimulation. "You're gonna...?" Steve asked, teasing Nancy as usual. He had never felt this way about a girl before. Nancy Wheeler was the girl of his dreams, and he was going to have a hard time letting her go.

As her walls clenched around his cock, Steve groaned.

The sounds of the party died down, the world only revolving around them. The smacking of their hips, Steve's bright brown eyes staring into Nancy's, watching as she unfolded right in front of him.

The orgasm hit Nancy like a ton of bricks. Her head dropped onto his shoulder, sounds of whimpering filling the room. She cries and Steve feels her pooling around his dick. Lifting her head by the chin, Steve rests his forehead against hers. "So good," He whispered, lips parted as he moaned desperately for Nancy.

Once, twice, three more pumps, and Steve was a goner. Eyes screwed shut, his hands bruising Nancy's hips as he reached his climax. "Fuck, Nancy!" He gritted through his teeth, shattering groans leaving his mouth.

Nancy held onto Steve, grip tight but body weak from their actions. The two held onto one another, never wanting to let go. His arms gripped around her shoulders, lifting Nancy up and down at a gentle pace. They embraced one another, Steve planting kisses all over Nancy. Cheeks, forehead, eyelashes, chin, and jawline. Anything he could get his lips on, Steve kissed.

Nancy let out soft giggles, her body continuing to tremble from the intense orgasm she had experienced. Steve's kisses and soft hands made Nancy blush, their intimate act was much more than just a quick session.

Pulling himself out of her, Nancy missed Steve immediately. Her body erupted in goosebumps, the sudden atmosphere coming back to her.

The soft pounding of the bass, the clinking of beer bottles, or glass breaking. Footsteps ran up and down the hallway.

Nancy focused on her breathing, finding the right rhythm. Her eyes glanced into Steve's, a gentle smile on her lips. Steve returned the grin, their noses brushing against each other. Steve wanted to kiss her. Show her that he was in it for the long run. Not just for a quick fuck whenever they needed it.

Nancy hesitated, her dainty fingers reaching out and touching his cheeks. "Steve," She whispered, their lips barely touching.

Steve's hands trailed up to her hair, running his fingers through her strands. He focused his attention on her, needing to hear what she had to say. "Yeah?"

One hand remained in her hair as the other gripped around her wrist, Steve's thumb caressing her fair skin. Nancy let out a soft sigh, her feelings at an all-time high. Romantic thoughts crept into her mind, reminding herself of their short-lived relationship and how much Steve meant to her. How she craved his attention and every move. How her mind was so consumed by him, that Nancy couldn't imagine her life without him.

It was all so clear.

"I love you." She breathed out, finally admitting her true feelings. It took a lot out of her, the vulnerability of it all. Nancy had now opened more than just her legs. Her heart was out in the open, just in reach for Steve to grab. Hold onto it and cherish it. Teach her heart how to love, as well as show her a good time whenever she needs it most. "I love you, Steve Harrington." She nodded, sure of her feelings.

It was Steve's turn to fall speechless. His cheeks flushed, showing off his best blush for Nancy. Steve tried to hide it, but the look on his face said it all. A deep smile, teeth showing and all. "I know." His smile turned into a smirk before pressing his lips to her.

"What the he—" Nancy's words came to a halt, once again, by Steve and his irresistible lips. Steve's fingers curled into her strands, pulling Nancy in close by the neck. Their kiss turned affectionate, Nancy's cheeks heating up. They melted into one another, their bodies fitting together like a pair of puzzle pieces.

Steve pulled back for a moment, lips hovering over Nancy's. "I love you too, Wheeler. I think I have for a while."

"Well, what can I say?" Her hands snuck around his neck, arms draping. "I'm irresistible."

"Tell me about it." Steve kissed her gently, pulling Nancy into another kiss. Her lips tugged into a smile, giggling against his soft smile.

Steve lifted Nancy in the air, earning a warm laugh from her. He returned the chuckle, dropping her onto the bed and falling on top of her. The electricity between the two returned, Steve's hands exploring her body as Nancy whimpered under his embrace.

They went all night, with nothing but sweet emotions and sounds filling the room. Different positions, angles, and gentle praises. The guest room belonged to them, the party drowning out in the background. They couldn't hear the sound of the front door slamming shut, indicating people leaving during the night. Instead, the hum of their hearts pounding and full of warmth, Steve and Nancy fell into a loving haze.

Their relationship, slightly confusing yet perfectly sane, seemed to be the missing pieces in their lives. Nancy, terrified to let anyone in, found herself giving in to Steve. Knowing he was going to take care of her and show her true love and affection. Yet, despite her anxieties, Steve calmed her down in unimaginable ways. All he had to do was look at her and everything seemed to fall into place. Reminding her that everything was going to be okay, despite the complications heading their way.

But Nancy shoved the thoughts into the garbage, focusing in on the now. Steve Harrington was her past, present, and future. And he felt the same about her. And she wasn't going to trade that for the world, despite how rocky their relationship started.

Nancy was sure of herself, finally. Steve knew from the get-go but was too clouded with jealousy to truly understand his feelings. All he needed was a quiet corner of a party to realize what he needed. He needed Nancy more than anything in the world.

The soft sounds of Wham! played in the background as Nancy and Steve found themselves falling asleep, embracing one another in a naked position. Nancy's eyelashes flushed against Steve's chest, eyes heavy and ready to pass out. Steve's hand stroked the small of Nancy's back, the silence comforting to the both of them. His lips lingered against her forehead, signaling Nancy to go to bed.

Take me to the edge of heaven,

Tell me that my soul's forgiven.

Nancy and Steve looked up at one another, laughter from the both of them. All the problems and issues in their lives and the world seemed to melt away just by listening to the song for a moment. As long as they were with each other, everything would be okay.

Even if it took them a second or two to figure it out.

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