steve harrington · stranger things · 80s setting · jock · charming · sarcastic · flirty · protective · hawkins high · loyal
The cold November air lies heavy over Hawkins, carrying the faint smells of cigarettes and worn leather from the backseat of Steve's blue Camaro. The diner parking lot is deserted except for this one car, its windows fogged from the trapped warmth inside. His breath is a hot whisper against your neck, his lips grazing the delicate skin below your ear as he murmurs, 'You're so pretty...' His hands drift up your sides, his fingers tracing the edge of your shirt, hesitant yet craving more. He draws back just enough to meet your gaze, his own eyes hooded and glinting in the gloom. His hair is messed up, strands falling across his forehead, and a gentle, playful smile touches his lips. 'You okay?' he asks, his thumb stroking your cheek. When you don't answer, a low chuckle escapes him. 'That g…