#t hunger hit Steve like a freight train

[luveline]

hi 🙈 would u do a request of steve with a reader that’s an emotional drunk? love ur work 💖

thanks for requesting lovely! fem, 1k

“I think that you think you have a way higher threshold for getting drunk than you actually have.” 

You nod emphatically. “Yeah!”

Steve grins. You’re sitting on the high stool next to his slowly attempting to spin yourself around. He’s holding the chair steady with his leg under the bar. A milkshake and a burger sit in front of you largely untouched. 

Steve takes a sip of his own milkshake and feels the frozen vanilla hit the roof of his mouth as you fill the silence. “‘Cos I always drink a bunch right at the start of the night thinking it won’t get me, and it does!”

Steve doesn’t drink at all anymore. He doesn’t like the idea of being inebriated, whether of his own will or not, but he doesn’t mind being your guardian for the night, any night you want. Robin got you plastered because you’re drinking for two, a joke she insists on and nobody finds all that funny sober. If she said it to you now you’d crumple off of your seat to the floor and cry tears of joy. Everything is heightened. Your excitement, your boredom, your hunger. You’d pleaded with Steve to buy you a burger, and have quickly forgotten it’s there. 

He takes your knife and cuts the burger in half, then again into quarters. “Here,” he says quietly, more subdued than he means to be in the face of your freneticism. “Before it gets cold, baby.” 

He likes all of the pet names now he’s with you. You’re a sweetheart, an angel, his bub, babe, baby, it doesn’t matter how corny the word is, if he thinks about you in the right way he can say it with full sincerity. Babygirl was a bad phase, but baby sticks. 

“Thank you,” you say, reaching under his arm to link you together as you pick up one of your quarters, lettuce and tomato and sauce spilling out the sides. 

“You’re welcome. You know that.” 

You smile around a huge bite and wipe your appled cheeks clean with the side of your hand, giving him these looks you’ve perfected, not shy but almost, I’m so lucky unsaid but felt. Steve can’t really understand why you’d feel that way about him, he’s a loser, he’s not pretty, he doesn’t work out anymore, but none of that stuff matters because why should it? He doesn’t care that you’re a lightweight, that you snore like a freight train, that you pull your lip in between your teeth whenever you’re thinking too deeply and accidentally look like the victim of a botched face lift. It’s all inconsequential. The stuff that matters is your arm like a weight through his and how happy you were when he paid for your burger and fries. 

He squeezes you under the chin as you chew to hold you still for a kiss. “Love you. You look beautiful.” 

“I do?” you ask through burger. You try to cover your mouth best you can, but Steve doesn’t care. 

“You do. Tonight was fun, yeah? I had a great time with you, like always.” 

Your eyebrows pinch up. Your eyes begin to swim. Steve blinks in shock as you swallow and grab onto his wrist, your lips shiny with what might be ketchup as you begin to pout. “Steve…”

That’s his fault. My bad. He knows what kind of drunk you are but he knows how much it means to you regardless to hear that you’re appreciated. He shouldn’t have said it yet, maybe a little later when you’d calmed down and your fries had soaked up the beer in your stomach, but it’s too late. He lets his gaze soften. “I mean it,” he says, rubbing your chin with his thumb swiftly, before wrapping his arm around you, lest you feel wobbly again. “Spending time with you is my favourite thing to do.” 

“What’s your problem?” you ask, eyes filling with tears, the biggest one he’s ever seen flushed over you waterline as you screw up your face. “That’s so nice. I love you, too.”

“I know,” he says, and if he dips into a babying tone, well, that’s his business. 

“You had a good time?” you ask through a shuddery sob. 

“I had the best time.” 

You turn your face into his arm. Steve ignores the waitress staring at you both to smile into your temple. “You’re not supposed to cry, it’s a good thing!” he says lightly. “I just wanted you to know I had a good time tonight.” 

“I had a good time too!” you splutter. 

“I know,” he says, “I know you did, why don’t you try and eat some more of your food? You’ll feel less… like this.” 

“Sorry!”

“No, don’t be,” he says, firmer now, “it’s okay, I don’t mind, I just don’t want you to be upset–”

“I’m not upset! I love you!” 

He can hear the girls in the booth by the door giggling. Steve laughs into your head, ushering your face into his neck to give you some time and a space to calm down. “I love you too. Even if you’re, like, ninety percent bud light right now.” 

It takes you ages to calm down and he can’t blame you. You’re super, super drunk, and despite your best attempts at dinner you’ve basically got an empty stomach. He’s trying to save you from puking with the burger, so after a couple of minutes of you saying that you love him and that tonight was really fun, he pulls you out of his neck to meet your eyes. “Can you eat some more for me?” he asks, smiling, knowing it’s ridiculous. 

You love it, digging in with your cheeks still wet. Steve wipes at them with the back of his index finger. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say around a crinkly bite of romaine lettuce. 

“I’m not, but I don’t mind.” 

You sniffle. “You have to eat too,” you say. 

He offers his hand for holding. You take it, letting them swing between your two chairs, returning for now to your meals. Steve’s opened the floodgates and he’s expecting another bout of crying before bed. Hopefully not while he’s holding your hair back over the toilet bowl. 

[thehargrovewhore]

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requested? yes and bless their soul for it 👀 @studysimsx

also, this is a long one! because honestly i am not very good with writing short things .. i get too detailed y'all.

prompts for this drabble:

"i have never wanted to fuck someone so badly."

"if i have to stop what i'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

"we're not just friends and you fucking know it."

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your relationship with billy was complicated; to say the very least. while you both were best friends having met when he first moved to hawkins from california, he was absolutely smitten with you from the very beginning, as you were with him. but you didn't want to ruin the bond you've formed with him; which was truly unbreakable.

but, neither of you acted on it. he slept around with girls and you went out on casual dates with boys. though it is infuriating watching other girls hang all over him or hear the sounds they make in his room while you're watching movies with max you kept your mouth closed tightly. he was your best friend, not your boyfriend.

however, you didn't know that he felt the exact same way on a regular basis. seeing guys flirt with you in the hall, or offer you rides home in their shitty cars, and take you out for dinner on friday nights. billy absolutely despised all of it. but same as you, he didn't want to ruin the bond.

that all went to shit when he saw you getting out of steve harrington's car, outside of his fucking house. steve was a sweet guy who offered you a ride to billy's house after the study session you'd shared in the library after school.

you didn't want billy to have to leave again due to bitterly cold temperatures in hawkins, so you agreed. but now; it dawned on you just how much of a mistake that was. his chest was now heaving with hatred as he lifted weights.

you were sitting on the couch, with your arms crossed over your chest and a pout on your lips. he hadn't said a single word to you since you arrived. you were trying to do him a favor and he was mad at you for it.

"billy, c'mon. please just talk to me already." you whined, throwing your head back on the couch dramatically. his entire demeanor reeked of anger and his jaw couldn't of been more clenched. you've seen that look one to many times over the past few months.

he kept his attention straight ahead, a cigarette dangling from his lips. you couldn't help but watch his arms move with each lift. while he was your best friend.. you aren't a blind woman. he was truly beautiful. golden curls and an attitude straight from hell, accompanied by blue eyes.

a paradise whose skies are the color of hell flames. as you grew more frustrated; you were tempted to throw a book straight at his head before fleeing to his room. and, that is just what you're about to do if he does not answer you.

"billy. it was just a ride home, you're being ridiculous. just talk to me already, please." you demanded. he turned and looked at you, his gaze hardened and demeanor cold. the second he turned back around without saying a word, it's time to bring out the guns, since he wants to be childish.

"all we did was make out a little bit. i don't see why that is such a problem." you lied nonchalantly and shrugging, as if what you just said wasn't a big deal at all. which should not have been a big deal to billy, but it was. and now he is pissed. his greatest enemy, and the most important girl in his life, locking lips? that's a no from him.

"if i have to stop what i'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week." billy stated, his voice low, full of underlying anger and pent up jealousy. you did not understand why he was so mad but with the way he's looking at you, you can't find it within' yourself to be a bitch any further. you want him, and he wants you. so; it's about time something is done about it.

"oh, really, tough guy? i highly doubt that." you snarked, knowing that it would get you in to his bed sooner than later. and, it just so happened to work. billy dropped his weights down on the floor with a heavy thud and before you could register what was happening he had you over his shoulder, stomping down the hallways to his room.

you were thrown onto his bed while he kicked the door shut with his foot, your head bouncing against the soft pillows. he was on top of you in a matter of seconds. he crashed his lips against yours; moving against your lips in perfect harmony, his tongue gliding across your own smooth as velvet.

your hands were in his hair, moving down to grasp billy's shoulders, pulling him even closer to you. as he began to trail kisses down your neck and to your breasts; you had come to your senses, just a little bit. what if, this will ruin everything between you two, the bond you have tried so hard to achieve with him in the first place?

"billy, what are we doing?" you asked breathlessly as billy got rid of your t shirt, taking a moment to marvel at your breasts. with one hand reaching behind your back to un- clasp your bra, he looked down at you with eyes filled to the brim of pure lust and hunger. that look had taken the breath straight from your lungs.

"we have never been just friends and you fucking know it. that's why you mouthed off to me, when you know better than to do that shit by now." he growled, leaning down to clasp his lips around your left nipple. you keened, arching into his embrace and working your hands around his belt.

he was right. he was always right. there has been tension in the air since the first time you ever hung out alone.

with his mouth still attached the hardened peak, his hand moved down unbutton your blue jeans, sliding them right down your smooth legs and discarding them on the floor.

he brought that same hand down to rub your pussy over your flimsy pink thong, feeling just how wet and ready, it was for him already. you were moaning now as his thumb pressed hard circles onto your swollen clit, his mouth was giving your other breast the same attention; running over the nub lightly in soft circles.

you were a writhing mess, your hips arching off the bed as billy pulled your underwear down. your hands finally managed to get his belt off, then you were unbuttoning his jeans, desperately trying to get them off. foreplay is something not necessary right now, you'd been waiting months for this moment, you didnt need preparation. it was obvious by the now damp spot on his sheets.

"someone's a little eager." he chuckled, moving away from you to discard his muscle tank top and his jeans. he didn't even bother taking his boxers off as he just pulled his dick through the little hole in the front making you gape at the sheer size of him. thick, long, and pre-cum pooling, at the very tip. you wanted him in your mouth, but that just had to wait. in this moment, you want him inside of you.

"i have never wanted to fuck someone so badly. billy, just please get on with it. i really need you." you pouted. much to your satisfaction, he crawled ontop of you; bracing his large arms on either side of your head. you could feel, the head of his cock brushing against your soaked entrance.

"how could i say no to that, baby?" billy smirked, leaning down to capture your lips in another heated kiss, as one hand moved away from your head to line himself up. he didn't give you any warning because thrusting inside, to the very hilt, and bottoming out in one single thrust. the world seemed to stop around you. billy felt perfect; just how you imagined him to feel inside of you.

your head was thrown back, and your mouth was agape; fingers digging into his broad shoulderblades then down to his back, where you planned to mark your territory, as he began thrusting inside of you quickly with low growls.

his lean hips snapped against yours, brushing up against your throbbing clit every time; turning you into a wailing, incoherent and fucked out mess. you could barely find a simple ounce strength in you, to scream out billy's name.

"there we go, baby. that pussy is nice and filled now, huh? is this what you wanted?" he cooed in your ear, sending a series of shivers down your spine. you nodded, not keene on trusting your voice right now. you cried out when billy got onto his knees, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest. billy had you practically bent in half now.

then his cock brushed a certain sweet spot within' you, sending you reeling and moaning to the heavens. you'd never suspected that he would fuck you this good. you heard rumors of course, but did not believe all of them; until this moment, when you are underneath of him. he truly proved the rumors to be correct.

"fuck! yes, billy, right there!" you had wailed out when his sinful fingers began to trace tight circles on your clit. you were so close. he knew exactly what spot to hit and what angle to fuck you the best in. his animilastic groans were spurring you on, making your back arch off his bed, with your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"you gonna cum for me, honey? you gonna cum all over my cock and be a good girl for me, hm?" he taunted, his thrusts seeming to pick up in speed, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you over and over, almost relentlessly.

you couldn't form words for him, the coil in your stomach had snapped due to his dirty words. the high had run you down like a freight train and leaving you a moaning mess; your teeth capturing your bottom lip as billy kept fucking you, just as hard if not harder, through your orgasam.

"fuck yes, baby. you're so fucking tight." billy gritted out, his chest heaving and eyebrows furrowed. you had then pulled him down to meet your lips again while your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. one tug, on curly locks was enough to make him cum for you, a mirage of profanities leaving billy's lips while he buried his head in the shelter of your sweaty neck.

"you're mine, babygirl." he declared, pulling back to move your sweaty locks out of your hair and kiss you. this time, the kiss was radiating gentleness and adoration. he was a asshole, that's for sure, but he was yours. and you are his.

"i always have been, pretty boy." you retorted knowingly; placing a single kiss on his cute little nose, watching the way it scrunched up under your attention. he's precious.

as you laid there with him you thought you'd feel regret, but you didn't. not even a little bit. you loved the boy on top of you with every fiber of your being.

for once in your life, you were content. and it felt so good.