Warnings: wet dreams, protected sex, fulfilling kink, language
Steve's POV
As the credits began to roll, I looked around my family room. The kids who weren't asleep were barely awake. I laughed and turned to Y/N to point it out but found she was asleep too. I carefully stood up and gently laid her down. I grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and covered her with it.
I went around the room, gently waking the kids. They were groggy and confused.
"What's going on?" Dustin asked.
"I'm taking you home, idiot," I laughed. "Let's go."
When I finally got them in the car, I started to drive away. I had just dropped off Erica and Lucas. All that was left was Dustin.
"I know your secret," he said in an irritating tone.
"What?" I deadpanned.
"You and Y/N sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G," he sang loudly.
"Shut up," I scoffed, pushing his head to the side. "Nothing is going on between us."
"Exactly," Dustin laughed. "And it's driving you crazy."
"What are you. . ."
"You wish something was going on between you guys," he cut me off. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my latest dream coming back to me.
He sighed when saw me roll my shoulders. He took it a different way. Which was fine. He's only a teenager. He doesn't need to hear about my wet dreams about my best friend.
"Look," he sighed, "you and Y/N have been inseparable ever since I met you guys. I'd have to be completely naive not to notice what's going on between the two of you."
"Don't be an idiot," I said, clearing my throat. The last thing I needed was to get my hopes up that Y/N and I could be anything more than best friends.
"I'm not," he instantly defended himself. "I've seen it. We all have."
"Seen what?" I couldn't help but ask.
"You and Y/N have this. . . connection."
"We're friends," I stuttered.
"Come on," he snorted. "Just friends?"
"I mean. . ."
"Just tell me the truth," he sighed. "Do you have feelings for Y/N or do you have feelings for Y/N?"
I glanced over at him and sighed. "Yes," I said under my breath. "Alright? Happy now? I don't just have feelings for her. I'm in love with her. Every day I think about how she should be with me. How I could protect her. How I could take care of her. How I would spend every day of my life making sure she was happy."
"Then why don't you tell her?" He asked, leaning his head against the headrest.
"Because. . ." I stuttered. I sighed as I pulled in front of Dustin's house. "What if she doesn't feel the same way?"
"She does."
I snapped my head toward him. "What are you talking about?"
He turned toward me and smirked. "You really didn't know," he laughed. "Welcome to sixth grade, Steve. Best friends fall in love all the time. Especially girl-boy friendships."
"Can you stop being an ass for just one second?" I sighed. "I'm trying to be serious. How do you know that Y/N feels the same way about me?"
"It's the way she looks at you," he said finally not acting like an asshole. "It's the way she runs to you. It's the way she depends on you. It's the way she falls asleep on your shoulder."
"Falls asleep on my shoulder? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"My mom believes that if a girl falls asleep on your shoulder it means she trusts you. Completely."
"What are you talking about?"
"When you're asleep, you're at your most vulnerable," he continued. "So if a girl falls asleep next to you, it means she trusts you to watch over her and protect her. Y/N falls asleep in your arms all the time. She trusts you."
"That could be because we've been friends since we were little," I started but Dustin's laugh cut me off.
"Come on, Steve," he chuckled. "Just tell her already. You'll both be a lot happier once you do."
* * * * *
I put my car in park and slowly got out. I locked it and headed into my house. I closed the door behind me and stopped when I saw Y/N still asleep on the couch. I smiled, not moving as I watched her sleep.
When I realized it was creepy, I slowly and carefully started walking up to my room. Until. . .
"Oh, Steve."
I froze.
"Keep going," Y/N moaned.
I turned around and saw that she was still asleep. My heart dove into my stomach and my stomach did a flip when I realized what was happening.
Y/N was having a wet dream. . . About me.
"Steve, that feels. . ." She cut herself off with a moan I longed to hear over and over.
I forced myself to go upstairs. As much as I wanted to listen to her moan my name, I knew I couldn't. I was almost to the stairs when my clumsy self surfaced. It started with me trying to take off my shoes. It ended with me knocking over a lamp.
Y/N jumped awake, looking around confused. She looked over her shoulder and laughed when she saw me awkwardly holding up the lamp.
"You okay?" She asked.
"I'm fine," I said shakily.
She stood up and walked over to me. "Are you sure?" She pushed. "Steve, I know you. Something is wrong. What's going on?"
"It's nothing," I tried. I stopped talking when I saw the look on her face.
"Please," she whispered. "Talk to me."
"I heard you."
"What?" She stuttered. "What are you. . ."
"I took the kids home," I started to explain even though I wished I would shut up. "I know you haven't been sleeping well so I decided to let you sleep while I dropped them off. When I got home. . . You were still asleep but you were dreaming."
Y/N's eyes widened. She took a small step back, her breathing slowing. "What did you hear?" She asked under her breath.
"You," I answered under my breath. "I heard you. . ."
Reader's POV
I couldn't take the embarrassment. Steve had heard me talking in my sleep. I could only imagine what he heard. I wanted to run. I wanted to cry. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.
I turned around and started to run away. Steve didn't let me get far. He grabbed my hand and spun me around, pulling me into his chest.
"Steve," I said, my voice breaking. "Please let me go."
"No."
"Steve. . ."
"Tell me."
"What?" I gasped.
"Tell me about your dream," he said under his breath. I shook my head, trying to pull away but he stopped me.
"I can't," I stuttered. "It's too embarrassing."
"Maybe if you tell me," he whispered, not looking away from me, "I can fulfill your dream."
"You can. . ."
Before I could wrap my head around what he was hinting at, Steve gently leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I thought about my dream and his comment made sense. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Things escalated as our momentum knocked us back. We laughed, breaking the kiss when we almost fell onto the stairs. Luckily, Steve caught me.
"First things first," I said between my heavy breathing. "Take me upstairs. That's where it happened."
I gasped, turning into a giggle when Steve picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I leaned in and started kissing his neck as he carried me upstairs to his room.
The butterflies in my stomach danced when I heard him kick his bedroom door open. He walked across his room and dropped me onto his bed. I stood up and brought his shirt with me. Without a word, I reached down and undid his pants. He slipped his fingers into his pants and finished discarding them for me.
I slipped my fingers into his boxers but Steve grabbed my hands, stopping me. He slowly slid his fingers into my under and brought them down with him as he knelt. As Steve stood up, his face was inches from my body. When he was standing, Steve put his hands on my bare stomach and pushed me back onto the bed. I giggled as I leaned back on my hands and looked up at him.
Steve reached down and grabbed my legs, opening them wide enough for him. He stood between my legs and nodded toward my shirt. He watched, chewing his bottom lip as I slowly took it off. I tossed it to the side, not feeling an ounce of insecurity as I showed him my body.
"Damn," he moaned as he started massaging my thighs. "Just as beautiful as I dreamt you would be."
"You've dreamt about me?" I asked, subconsciously sticking my chest out. He chewed on his bottom lip as he let go of one of my thighs, reached up, and gently slid one of my bra straps off.
"All the time," he said under his breath. "I constantly dream about you, baby. What I want to do. What I want to see. What I want to hear."
"And what do you want to see?" I asked.
"You," he said, not looking up from my chest. I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra. I saw the lump in his boxers tighten even more as I discarded my bra.
"And what do you want to hear?" I asked, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him so we were laying down with him on top of me.
"You," he whispered, "moaning my name. Over. And over. And over again. Getting louder with each moan."
I reached up and slowly slid his underwear off. I couldn't help but look down at what I'd dreamt about. I took a shaky breath as I forced myself to look back at his face. I slid my hands up his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. I let go of one of his shoulders and grabbed a condom out of his bedside table.
"And what do you want to do to me, Steve?" I smirked as I showed it to him. He instantly grabbed it and tore it open. I chewed on my bottom lip, holding back a moan as I watched him slip it on.
"This," he said as he pushed himself into me. I arched my back, the moan I'd been holding back finally releasing.
"Fuck," I gasped as he pulled out of me and pushed back in. This was the start of his thrusts.
"That's it, baby girl," he said through his teeth. "Keep moaning like that."
"As long as you keep moving like that."
We both let out breathy moans as our bodies danced in bed. Just like we promised, I continued to moan for him and he continued to move for me. I closed my eyes, arching my back as he changed his pace from fast to slow to fast to slow.
I dug my nails into his shoulder blades as I pushed his chest against mine. Steve moaned as he rubbed his chest, smashing my breasts against his chest.
"Fuck, Y/N," he moaned. He smashed his lips onto mine, instantly slipping his tongue into my mouth, and began exploring every inch of my mouth. I moaned as another part of my dream came true.
Steve broke the kiss and started sucking on my neck. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. After a few hickeys had formed, I grabbed his face and pulled him away.
"Son of a. . ." He moaned. I shushed him as I moved him down. He smirked as he caught onto the next part of my dream I wanted him to fulfill. I pushed his face between my breasts, and Steve instantly began making out with my breasts.
"Oh Steve," I moaned as I arched my back, pressing my chest further toward his face.
I felt him smirk as his tongue played pinball with my nipple. I slid my hands down his back until I got to his bare ass. I clenched my hands around his ass cheeks, pushing him into me.
"Don't forget about your movements, baby."
"Sorry," he moaned, still pressed to my chest. "Won't happen again."
We fell into a rhythm as Steve thrust into me and I moved him so he fulfilled different parts of my dream.
"Is there anything else I can do?" I gasped after we switched our positions and Steve was guiding me down on him.
"Call me a special name, Y/N," he moaned as he watched my body. He looked up at me with a dirty smirk on his face. "One only you use when we're fulfilling one of our dreams. I'll call you "baby girl". Now you come up with one."
"Stevie," I moaned as he pushed me down onto him hard.
"Perfect," he growled as he continued. "But only you get to call me Stevie."
"And only you get to hear these noises come out of me."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
I gasped when Steve quickly switched our positions. I looked at him, nerves flooding my body.
"Was something wrong with how I was doing it?" I asked under my breath.
"Of course not, baby girl," he said softly. "I was about to finish and all of my dreams end with us finishing with me on top. Is that okay?"
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. "Sounds perfect, Stevie."
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Our mouths started moving roughly in sync as we pushed each other over the edge. We reached our orgasms only seconds apart.
"Oh, Stevie!" I moaned as he rolled off of me.
"That was amazing, baby girl."
I looked over at him to see him smiling at me. The way he was looking at me made the butterflies go crazy. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you for fulfilling my dream," I whispered. Steve pulled me into his chest, leaning my head over his heart. I closed my eyes, listening as our breathing slowed and fell in sync.
"Y/N," Steve whispered a few minutes later, "before you fall asleep, there's something I gotta say to you."
"Okay," I mumbled, cuddling into his bare side.
"I'm crazy into you," he said, sounding all sighy. "I've had feelings for you for as long as I can remember and I don't plan on not having those feelings any time soon."
"I sure hope not," I giggled as I rolled over so I was laying on him. I sat up, gently scratching his bare chest. Steve sighed as he dragged his hands up and down my back.
"I mean it, Y/N," he whispered. "I've dreamt about this finally happening between us. Now that it has, I'm not going to let anything stop us from being together."
I leaned down and gently kissed him. He pressed on my back, deepening the kiss. He let out a small moan as I broke the kiss.
"Let's make a deal," I whispered, my face inches from his.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Whenever one of us has another naughty dream," I moaned at the thought, "we tell the other about it so they can fulfill it."
I gasped when Steve flipped us over. He leaned down and kissed me harder this time. Our lips moved in sync, our tongues instantly battling for dominance.
Steve broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily as we came down from our temporary highs. He said my name in a deep voice that sent a chill down my spine.
"Then we have a lot of catching up to do, baby girl."