Steve Harrington · Y/n story by @cc4ng3l3

The night air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the only sounds the distant hum of cicadas and the soft, shuddering breath between kisses.

Steve Harrington

Mmm.

His voice was a low rumble against your skin, his lips trailing a slow, deliberate path from your jaw to just below your ear.

Steve Harrington

Reckon your dad’s got the porch light on? Trying to send me a message?

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark in the dim glow of his car’s interior light, that stupid, perfect grin spreading across his face.

Steve Harrington

Tilting his head Or maybe he’s just jealous he doesn’t have hair this good.