𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | Steve Harrington x Reader

XLVI - The Game

𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 to take a quick shift at Family Video before the basketball game starts so I can get a ride with Steve and Robin. Steve and I are currently in the back of the video store, busy arranging and stacking boxes filled with unpopular movies.

"I can't believe we might actually win the championship game this year," I say surprised that our basketball team is even that good.

"Yeah, it's really too bad I just graduated," Steve says, rolling up his sleeves to his biceps, before picking up another box, "You know I would've scored that winning point for you, sweetheart." He adds turning to send me a wink.

"I think, maybe they got this far because you weren't on the team this year." I acknowledge with a shrug as I lower the box I had been carrying, before pivoting in the direction of Steve. As I turn, his proximity startles me slightly and I come face-to-face with the boy.

"Oh, really?" He smirks down at me and I gulp, nodding slightly.

"I think," Steve whispers back, his warm breath fanning over my lips, "I'm going to have to kiss you, Henderson."

"Do it." I whisper.

Steve lowers his head, his lips connecting with mine. His hands rest gently on my jaw, thumbs caressing my cheeks. The moment escalates quickly, as we stumble against each other, the back of my thighs hitting the table behind me. Steve's hands slide down my thighs and carefully lifts me up onto the table, my hands clutching the back of his neck for support. Steve stands between my legs before his lips seek mine once more, one hand resting on my jaw and the other moving to grip my thigh, pulling me closer to him.

"Steve..." I whisper against his lips and I give his messy locks a tug.

"God damn, baby." Steve groans onto my lips before connecting them again.

As we progress, Robin remains oblivious to our behavior while she works in the front of the video store.

Steve continues his ministrations kissing the corner of my mouth before slowly sliding down to my jaw and eventually reaching my neck. As my fingers continue to grip his hair, I pull him impossibly close, unable to control the tide of pleasure rising within me. Steve leaves open-mouth kisses on my delicate neck, working his way down to a particularly sensitive spot. I let out a soft noise, causing Steve to smile and linger there, biting and running his tongue across the spot repeatedly.

"Steve..." I moan, throwing my head back, giving him more access.

"Hey, (Y/n)! Dingus!" Robin yells from the front, "You might want to quit sucking faces!"

"Your children are here!"

Steve immediately pulls away from my neck and our eyes widened in surprise. Both of us hastily straighten out our clothes and hair, desperate to regain our composure. Steve then pulls open the curtain that separates the front from the back of the store and we cautiously walk in, and I give Steve's hair a quick ruffle on the way.

As Steve an I enter, Robin flashes us a knowing smirk while Erica glares at us. Dustin and Mike just stand there with their mouths agape.

"Is that a hickey?" Dustin asks shocked, as he points towards my neck.

"Oh shit." Steve whispers, examining my the red spot on my neck, running his thumb across it lightly.

"Steve..." I say sternly glaring at the boy, "I swear to go—" I start to say, lightly touching the spot he was previously looking at.

"Hey, hey," Steve says, grabbing my hand and bringing it down from my neck, as he examines it again, "It's not that bad."

"Right guys?" He turns, shooting looks at our friends.