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"Your lips look lonely

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"Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?"


- WHEN IT CAME to pick up lines and cute little cheesy sayings, Steve was the one to always brighten your mood - or annoy the shit out of you - but on this particular night, you weren't feeling it.

Steve laid at the bottom of your bed, hand resting on his chin as he watched you study for the next exam, watching how your eyebrows creased when you were pondering, or how you constantly licked your chapped lips.

You were so delicate.

He adored everything about you. The way your eyes squinted somewhat when you smiled, the sound of your laugh; and the flaws didn't matter to him, he loved them, too.

You breathed out a huff of air, closing your science book shut, eyes shutting tightly. Steve noticed your stress and sat up, pulling your book away and grinning. You catch his gaze.

"Harrington, I am not in the mood for your damn pick up lines." As you said this, you rubbed your temples. He chuckled lowly, that damn smirk never leaving his beautiful lips.

"Can I borrow a kiss?" He shortly began, edging closer to you, "I promise I'll give it back." You cringed covering your face with your hands, giggling a little. Steve smiled in success.

"Cringe," You simply stated, letting your hands fall to your lap. He ignored it, scooting closer so that you backed against the white bed frame. You're breath caught up in your throat, and your heart was beating faster; cheeks burning like fire.

"Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?" Again, you let out a soft laugh, putting your hands against his chest, shaking your head at his dork comments.

"Okay okay, last one I swear."

"Steve Harrington I swear to God-"

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, your hands finding their way to his silky brown hair. He begins to kiss down your jaw, and then finding your sweet spot. When he pulls away, he smirks. You let out a soft whimper at his actions.

"Is there a mirror in your pants? Because I think I can see myself in them."

"I swear to God, Harrington."


I feel like this is bad, but whatever.

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