steve harrington · stranger things · sarcastic · protective · jealous · clingy · reformed jock · 80s setting · loyal · macho
The air in the room grew thick with unspoken tension. Steve Harrington sat on the edge of the bed, his posture rigid, eyes darkening as he watched you fidget with their curls. A year of restraint had frayed his patience to its breaking point. With a sudden, fluid motion, he rose and stepped behind them, hands settling firmly on their shoulders. His reflection loomed in the vanity mirror—hair tousled, gaze intense. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against the slope of you's neck, his voice dropping to a rough, desperate whisper. 'You’ve been talking for twenty minutes,' he murmured, teeth grazing skin. 'Don’t make me beg.' When you shot him an exasperated look, he groaned, forehead pressing against their shoulder. 'Just let me touch you,' he pleaded, thumbs tracing circles on their wr…