𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - i love you (NSFW)

━━━━━━━

 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 new for Scarlet to find herself lounging atop the fresh sheets smeared over Steve Harrington's bed. Decidedly, each and every time she stayed the night, she left her own clothes at home.

 Perhaps it was because she rather enjoyed watching as one of Steve's shirts or jumpers swamped her whole and tumbled down her thighs... or maybe because of the sight that would alight Steve's eyes whenever he stared at her swallowed within his clothes.

 Now she was tucked rather comfortably against his pillows while her eyes trailed the lengths of a book that Dustin had physically forced into her hands... how was Scarlet to know there was a story preceding The Fellowship of the Ring?

 As she read, digesting the story of Bilbo Baggins and his incredible adventure with a multitude of brave dwarves... Steam flooded from the bathroom. Steve had disappeared inside the mere second Scarlet had exited smelling like her familiar lather of vanilla. She had her own bottle in his room now.

 Her eyes kept drifting from the words smothering the pages. Flicking to and from the steam billowing free, carrying the scent of bergamot and mint. Scarlet Hopper had found herself stuck dealing with a dilemma.

 What was this dilemma? Well... maybe she simply wanted to stroll her way into the bathroom and join her boyfriend beneath the downpour of hot water for once.

 Since the day she'd spilled her secrets to Steve, only to find him staring back with nothing but that same adoration and love he always wore with pride... Scarlet had wanted to devour her fear and take exactly what she wanted without soon scurrying in the other direction.

 There were nights when skin would erupt in goosebumps as hot breath trailed over their flesh. Nights as the moon shone into Steve's bedroom where Scarlet would trail her lips just a little bit lower... only choke on her own tongue and scramble away with a shiver down her spine and disgust in her belly.

 She hated it.

 There was never a moment where she felt as though she owed something, that just wasn't Steve. Whenever he heard the words no or stop, his hands would flee her skin entirely and he'd only ever offer a smile. No matter how far they went... he always told her that he was proud.

 She wanted more, truly... because it was that final step to seizing all control. It would mean taking back what she'd given away out of necessity — it was something most normal teenagers experienced with love or lust fueling their actions... not fear and disgust.

 Scarlet wanted to act on the things she felt, for herself... and for Steve. She loved him. She could admit that to herself now... she loved everything about his stupid face. The way he was always pink. The way those brown eyes positively shined when they were glancing her way... the way he made her feel. She loved him...

 With a huff of utter frustration, Scarlet tossed the book aside. How could she possibly read about Hobbits and dragons and treasure all the while she was waiting for Steve to exit the bathroom in a burst of steam, knowing that he'd — as ever — forgotten to take his clothes with him?

 They were right at the edge of the bed — a pair of grey sweatpants and a pale pink jumper that Scarlet had her eye on... that was the next one she'd steal. She could have easily scooped them up and tossed them inside for him. She could have trailed inside as Steve remained hidden behind the shower curtain decorated with a whale and some cute little blue fish.

 She did neither of those things... because Scarlet was resolute in her next course of action. Two things would happen — if Steve was agreeable, of course. She'd finally air those three words she'd been so terrified to say... they were no less terrifying now, especially after Hopper had left her.

 The only thing that brought Scarlet solace when thinking of her father... was the fact that he died knowing he was loved. He knew that his daughters loved him and he'd heard the words uttered right to his very face. Steve needed to know that too, for with the luck they all shared... it was best to speak those words before time was stolen once more.

 The second thing... that would come after.

 Scarlet's fingers bounced atop the bed, her lip tucked between her teeth as nausea built. She'd ignore it this time, she'd focus on him and only him. His mere voice and heartbeat alone had gotten her through bouts of terror and panic... and Scarlet knew it was time to take back that control. She was ready.

 Her bare toes tapped against the sheets, one leg drawn higher than the other. The shirt she wore had trailed up her thigh; it was printed with the name of a band she'd never heard of... actually, Steve hadn't heard of it either.

 He'd shrugged and proclaimed it looked cool, and that was that. Still, it smelt like him and hung from her body like a sheet. She loved it, and so did Steve.

 "So —" Steve began, bare feet padding through the door as droplets of water cascaded down his bare chest, soaking into the towel tied at his waist. Scarlet could have smothered him right then and there. He was running a towel over his head, banishing any water from his mop of hair. He hadn't even looked up to spy her staring rather unabashedly, "— I'm confused. Max said that the Scarlet Witch was an Avenger, right? So why did she —"

 He paused in place like a deer caught in the glare of burning headlights. His eyes swiftly darted to the side, "Is there something on my face? I just showered."

 He sounded genuinely exasperated with himself, and Scarlet could hardly pull back the laughter bubbling atop her tongue. She kept her voice sweet, "No, there's nothing on your face."

 "So.. why are you —"

 "— Because you're half naked."

 In typical Steve fashion, he surged forth, fingers grappling for his clothes as though he'd overstepped, "I'm sorry —"

 "— I'm staring at you..." she drawled out, slowly slipping her bare legs to the side of his bed, lifting herself higher. She padded across the room, footsteps light enough as to not make a single sound. He remained fixated, "Because you look very... pretty."

 Steve was going to explode. He knew it. He was pretty sure that the ticking he heard wasn't from his clock, but from the bomb likely strapped around his heart... she said things like this often, fly-away comments with such ease, as though she didn't even know what they did to him.

 He'd never known anybody to compliment him the way he complimented others. If he awoke and called her scrunched up miserable-for-waking-up-at-the-crack-of-dawn-face cute, she'd groan in dismay and roll her eyes, yet always twisted to her side to poke his cheek and call him pretty.

 It was always pretty. Steve hadn't known he'd loved to be called that until he met her.

 Scarlet felt her lips hiking ever higher as Steve blinked through his racing thoughts. It always took a moment for him to recover, so she seized her chance and tangled her fingers within the damp hair at the base of his neck, "You like being called that, don't you?"

 He nodded, that was all he could manage.

 "Pretty boy." The coo was enough for Steve's eyes to clamp shut. But then her voice resolved a fraction, "You are, you know? You always brush my compliments away... Look at me."

 He did.

 "Take a compliment. I know I've told you before that I'm with you for you... and not just your looks or whatever," Scarlet grinned at the way he hung onto every word like a vice, as his head found resolve in her palm as she cupped his cheek. She brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes, "But maybe... your looks are a part of it."

 "They are?"

 "You're kidding? Did you not — don't you think I'm attracted to you?"

 "I mean... yeah but —"

 Scarlet hummed, her eyes narrowed in upon the way his eyes darted all around, as a hand securely fastened to the knot at his waist. She watched a tiny little bead of water trail down his neck, past his shoulder and down the smattering of hair on his chest. She lost it there, but that didn't stop her eyes from stooping just a little bit lower.

 Then, unable to help herself, Scarlet's eyes flashed back to his. He'd watched her the entire time... he looked rather parched.

 Scarlet finally took a moment to understand what she was feeling... there was no nausea. No pit in her stomach that made her want to run away. They hadn't even kissed and she had complete and utter control over everything.

 "Let me show you?" That was when she drew closer, sweet words caressing his cheeks like her thumbs always did. The feeling sent his heart hammering, and Scarlet's wasn't all that far behind. She kissed him, smothering whatever words were struggling to leap from his tongue.

 She was sure he'd argue with a shake of his head all for her sake, but it wasn't needed this time and soon enough, Steve found himself pushed to the edge of his bed, falling down as his hands scrambled for the knot at his waist... yet he never ceased to return the kisses planted atop his lips.

 Steve Harrington was beside himself; something felt different this time... Scarlet was always confident, stealing his kisses and trailing them down his neck... but now? Steve couldn't even speak.

 Scarlet pulled back, savouring the sweet little tingle that always came with a bruising kiss. Steve chased her like he always would... but there was something in his gaze as he looked at her, it wasn't quite hesitance. His hands were shaking as he tried to hold her waist. He was still self-conscious.

 Scarlet dropped her fingers to his cheeks, "You okay?

 "I haven't — not since..." His words faltered, always scared to bring up anybody else.

 "Nancy?"

 Steve sighed, eyes cast to the side where his curtains fluttered against the cool dusk breeze, "Yeah."

 "That's okay," She kissed his cheek, another planted on his chin with the utmost care... Steve leaned into her touch and she took that as her cue to plant yet another atop the pulsating vein on his neck... as ever, the sound he made when she did set a fire within the pit of her stomach.

 Now it was time for that first thing she'd wanted to do. Another kiss was planted just below his ear, and her words were mere whispers that nobody but Steve could ever hear, "Can I tell you something?"

 Steve nodded almost breathlessly, his throat bobbing as she kissed him again, "Yeah."

 She stopped entirely, and Steve was waiting for her to flee. His hands left her waist, hovering to offer a means of escape. But what came next had them tightening again the shirt she wore, almost digging into her skin.

 "I love you." She muttered for the very first time, her nose bumping his chin.

 Steve froze, "What?"

 A breathless laugh greeted him as Scarlet brought her hooded eyes higher, peering straight into his own, "I love you."

 And suddenly, Steve found himself surging forth. His lips cascaded her face, every inch of skin peppered with warmth and he was only delighted as she tittered with every brush.

 "Say it again?" He begged, and who was she to deny such a request made from that voice? It was dripping with molasses, all sticky and sweet with nothing but desire.

 "I love you."

 Steve's head was tossed back as her teeth found his neck. She nibbled as though he were something sweet and littered with icing sugar, but he didn't dare not repeat the words he'd been waiting for — craving for so very long.

 "I love you too, always have... but... are you sure?" it wasn't to question the words she'd spoken... but rather the fingers that were trailing along the towel at his waist. From the look of nothing but familiar mischief within her eyes, she was aiming to tease.

 She was very easily succeeding.

 Scarlet hummed, unable to tame her eyes as she swept her gaze over him entirely. His face was almost contorted as his cheeks grew redder and hotter with every passing second. His stomach flexed as she tickled a finger over his skin, tracing a line by his hip.

 Then, she nodded and it was the first time she'd stuttered since beginning her little game, "Just — Just let me stay up here?"

 She couldn't bare the thought of being trapped with nowhere to go.

 Steve hadn't a single quarrel with that. Not when her legs were tossed either side of his own, her — he was pretty sure bare ​​— ass planted on his quivering thighs... he'd be completely, positively agreeable if she wanted to stay there forever.

 She met his height, for once, sitting there atop him, and he found nothing better than to stare directly into her warm eyes that were seemingly growing darker as the room grew thicker with heat...

 "Okay," He muttered, and this time he found her own neck, testing the waters. A kiss to the underside of her jaw, another planted against the slope of her neck until she leaned back.

 "Steve?"

 "Hm?" His lips only continued over her skin, curling upwards as whisps of air escaped her mouth in the most delightful way possible.

 "Take off my shirt."

 Scarlet had said it with such force, such a demand that she'd almost shocked herself. It was something she hated; to see her bare body. Staring into a mirror was more a chore than a luxury, she'd see old bruises, old pearly scars and cuts... she'd almost see the kisses that were — no. She stopped thinking about that right then and there as she scooped up Steve's marvellous hand and placed it on the hem skimming her bare thighs.

 Steve pried it off in a flash and soon felt his mouth go as dry as a desert. The shirt she'd stolen from him, giggling as she pried it from his hands when she'd snuck it out of his drawer... nothing had been beneath it.

 To make matters even worse for his poor gaping face, she leaned closer, "Maybe I planned this."

 "Oh, my God."

 He stared at her completely unable to even gather some semblance of decency. His eyes scoped her face, watching her stare follow his every movement. Then they fell to her neck, her collar that rose and fell, and then...

 She took his hand and brought it to skim the bare skin of her upper breast. She dragged his fingers lower and lower until they latched on upon their own accord. A light squeeze had Scarlet toppling forward, her head resting against his own. He was completely enthralled with his skin against hers while she watched as his trembling fingers touched her in a way she'd never been before.

 He was soft and gentle, exploring as though he'd never seen bare skin before, and when Scarlet dove her fingers into the flesh on his shoulder... Steve groaned.

 The sound set alight an already sparking flare within her, and within a mere beat, she'd removed herself from his lap, taken his hand, and dragged him to the very top of his rumpled bed. Steve's back found his duvet in record speed... he couldn't help but peer up at Scarlet as she craned over him.

 Her hair brushed his cheeks as it curtained around her face, tucking it behind her ear was the only way he could distract himself from the fingers untying the knot at his waist. The damp towel was pushed aside and they were both left utterly bare for the very first time together.

 For a moment, Scarlet leaned back merely perching atop his warm thighs, staring down at every single inch of him. The hair bundled on his chest — he only kept it because Scarlet said she liked it — to the little trail leading down his stomach.

 When she met his eyes once more, all she could spy was absolute adoration within them as he assessed her from head to toe. His pupils had dilated, almost swallowing his eyes completely whole. The delightful chocolate brown was almost stolen away entirely as he took in her stomach, soon roving to her chest and then lower and lower until... his fingers on her hips dug deeper, divots appearing on her flesh.

 Scarlet had absolutely no complaints.

 "You keep calling me pretty," Steve struggled to breathe out, "But nobody will ever be as pretty as you."

 "Stop it."

 "No, never. Now, c'mere."

 Scarlet, for once, followed instruction and leaned forth. Their mouths were scorching against one another. It wasn't like any kiss they'd shared before, all of those had the underlying knowledge that things would end... this one. This one knew they were following through until they were utterly spent.

 Steve — Scarlet decided rather quickly — didn't only look pretty but sounded pretty. He was vocal; gasping and groaning with every touch of their tongues, with every skim of their feverish skin. When Scarlet shifted higher up his body, he tossed his head back, skull almost disappearing into the pillow beneath him.

 There was something so very satisfying about that... and Scarlet couldn't keep her fingers from drifting between them. A lewd finger trailed the length of him and Steve Harrington trembled. His thighs shook, his hands tightened, nails digging into her hips.

 "Why are you always such a tease?" He groaned, managing to crack an eye open. As expected, she wore a crooked grin.

 Scarlet withdrew her hand, and with a touch so light, she trailed the very same finger from his temple to his chin, flicking it as she pulled away, "Because you make the prettiest sounds."

 "You're the worst."

 Her brow hitched higher, "Would you like me to stop?"

 "Please don't."

 Scarlet sucked in a heavy and warm breath. Her heart was pounding within her chest, her fingers had started to shake... The trading of witty comments, the relentless teasing... it had all distracted her from what was actually happening. Was she really about to do this? Was she truly about to —

 "— We can stop. You know that, right?" Steve breathed as he inched away from the duvet beneath him. The movement made the pair of them suck in a shrill breath as skin teased skin, yet Steve only sat up to cup her cheeks with his blistering palms, "We don't have to do this."

 "I told you before that you make me feel safe," Scarlet could easily recall those words spoken in the bathroom of that damned mall. The way they'd finally broken their barriers and let themselves have something for once... things hadn't changed, "You still do."

 His thumb was mindlessly trailing over the little indents his nails had made upon her flesh while Scarlet's raked through the hair scattered over his heaving chest. She was smiling as she flicked her eyes to his own, "The thought of doing this used to make me feel sick, but with you... I want this, Steve. I want you."

 And so, Scarlet balanced atop her knees and she drew closer, hovering right above him. Their lips connected again, and like the tease she was, Scarlet waited for Steve to moan into her mouth.

 "Scar —" She swallowed his agonized breath whole and sunk down, burying him within her.

 Her own gasp joined him then as they remained utterly still trying to get used to the sensation... Trying to get used to the idea that they had finally broken that barrier... Scarlet had taken the control that she desired so much and contained it within a tight leash.

 Steve's eyes screwed shut, and while she had to fight against it, Scarlet's remained open, watching his face. So much flashed through his features, relief, pleasure... then, as his eyes fluttered open... lust, and completely untamed tenderness.

 "I love you." He breathed.

 Scarlet felt her throat tighten. She'd never heard those words from the men that had towered over her, taking what they thought was theirs. This wasn't an exchange of currency, it was just two stupid teenagers in love, finally giving themselves over to one another.

 There had been a brush of pain, and yet as Scarlet drew herself higher — as Steve receded and brought his hips upwards to meet her descent — it soon faded away and transformed into something new. Something Scarlet hadn't ever really felt before. It ached, it was needy.

 Scarlet was hitched higher with every few moments, and Steve only met her each and every time. They met in the middle, gasps and groans and moans all spilling free. Having him beneath her, Scarlet decided, was the best way she'd ever seen him. The way sweat trailed from his forehead to his neck. The way his pretty lips parted with each obscene groan.

 The way he looked at her when he gathered the ability to open his eyes. She could only imagine how she herself looked.

 Steve couldn't have imagined anything better; he'd done this before and yet no other instance had ever felt the way this did. He knew Scarlet loved him, he knew that he loved her... after waiting so long without any ill will about doing so... to let go, to watch as she sought release right above him even despite having feared doing so for too long...

 Steve tried to keep his hands to himself as much as he could this time; he wanted to make sure that even though she felt safe, things stayed that way. Her fingers would drag his own to her breasts, to her face as she kissed his palm with a type of care that nobody had ever shown him before... She never took her eyes off his own, as though she needed to see how he felt.

 Her hair was trailing down the length of her back, her plump lips were parted, and his name was on the edge of her tongue. He'd never heard anything better than his name from those lips.

 He could feel it approaching as she snaked her hands to his neck, holding his face ever so still so that she could devour his lips once more. Her fingernails scratched his skin, and if not for the feeling within the depths of his belly, it would likely have hurt like a cat scratch... Steve, however, could only groan as she dragged her nails lower and lower.

 Scarlet relished in the sound, it brought her closer and closer... that ache that had blossomed only grew into something utterly insatiable. It almost hurt, the yearning feeling, the desire to take everything.

 She could feel him shaking beneath her. His thighs were wracked with shivers, his eyes were clamped oh-so painfully shut.

 He was close, and Scarlet hardly registered her own words as she positively hissed, "Look at me."

 The look of utter desperation in his pretty eyes was more than enough to catch her up. She soon met his sloppy pace, all energy having been spent... Then she took his hand in her own and squeezed his fingers right around the swell of her breast.

 The sensation had Scarlet blinking through a haze, it had Steve gasping as a baritone cry rattled his entire body.

 Steve's head toppled forth this time, forehead planted against Scarlet's warm shoulder. His eyes were clamped shut, and his breathing laboured. Then he felt Scarlet's mischievous little fingers tickling his spine, almost coaxing him through it.

 But nothing could quite banish the sound of the cry she'd uttered. It had trailed over his skin like electricity. The sensation of their bodies moulding together would never match, it would never beat that sound.

 He pulled her with him as he fell back against the sheets. They were smothered in sweat, hair glued to their skin in the most uncomfortable manner... Steve swiped a lock from her forehead, "You were..."

 He couldn't even finish his sentence.

 Scarlet ran her tongue over her lips, they were almost chapped from hanging open for so damned long. She wouldn't have been herself if she didn't sneak a little comment in where Steve could not, "You were so good for me."

 The praise sent him spiralling, his hands holding her tighter against his chest. He was still within her and every movement felt like the most delightful form of torture.

 He found his voice then, trailing a calloused fingertip from the small of her back, right to her shoulder where an old scar resided, "I'm proud of you."

 Scarlet heaved herself back to their original position, staring at him from high above as she pulled herself off. There was a wince, but the dazed little curl of her lips halted any worries that threatened to topple from Steve's lips.

 The looked she'd sported, as though she was quite literally going to devour him whole, had soon been replaced. That familiar shine of fondness, the light crease by her eyes... Steve smoothed his thumb over the dimple digging into her cheek.

 She said something that he hadn't expected, "Thank you for letting me —"

"— Letting you?" Steve shook his head and drew her back to him, "I don't let you do anything, Scar. That's not how we are. You needed that... and..." He huffed through a dopey little grin, "That's the best I've ever felt."

 "Really?"

 "Really."

 "Hm," Scarlet hummed, her cheek smooshed against Steve's bare chest. Their legs were tangled, and neither of the two could quite tell where one of them started nor ended. She poked his stomach, "So, what I'm hearing is that you, Steve Harrington, like being teased."

 He inhaled, ready to argue... but how could he? After... after that?

 "Maybe a little."

 Scarlet nudged her nose against his chin, "A lot. You were almost screaming, Stevie."

 "Well —" He swallowed, finding that his throat was, in fact, rather hoarse, "Shut up."

 She laughed, not a little wisp of air, nor a quiet giggle... her shoulders shook and she had to plant her face against his skin just to smother the sound.

 Steve should have found himself exasperated. He should have found himself wanting to banish away the pink on his cheeks, the heat rushing to his ears... but as he lay there, utterly naked and spent with the girl he loved settled upon his chest, he couldn't bring himself to loathe the teasing.

 Scarlet was right. He did like it.

 "Hey," He mused, "I love you."

 Her response came in an instant, and sent his heart spiralling, "I love you too."

━━━━━━━

DATE: 23/12/2022

:·ﾟ★ saur.... that happened. this is my first EVER attempt at writing smut. I still wanted to keep it in my usual style filled with internal dialogue etc etc... but what did you guys think? pls let me know because i was both giggling and cringing writing this lol.

please remember to leave feedback & comments. i require a certain number of comments before i publish the next update. please give me a follow to keep updated and receive sneak peeks! do not leave 'update' comments, you will be muted.