Emmy, Darling, Light Of My Life. If And When Youre Ever Feeling Up To It, Id Love To Request A Steve

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emmy, darling, light of my life. if and when you’re ever feeling up to it, i’d love to request a steve blurb where he’s always trying to fight for dominance with reader cause they both little bitchy babes who like to be in charge. but of course, reader loses 😔.

carol, my actual smut hero, I burnt my spaghetti for you 🧡

18+

“Are you gonna be good for me?”

It would’ve been so much easier to say yes, considering Steve had you pinned underneath him, both of your hands trapped with only one of his. He had his other curled under your knee, hiking your leg higher up his hip, spreading you wider.

You were supposed to be a little helpless, pliant, begging for him, the way he liked. But you grinned and shook your head, chin tilted up to meet his gaze, always defiant.

His cock throbbed inside of you and you knew, just like he did, he that he liked you that way a little better.

So he let go of your hands, stopping your squirming, pushed one big palm to the soft of your lower tummy instead, holding you down that way. It made you feel everything a little more intensely, eyes rolling back as Steve pumped his hips into you, sitting back on his knees as he dragged you half into his lap.

It was too easy, the way he manhandled you, urging your legs open, pulling your hair, holding your hands behind your back when he thought you weren’t listening to him.

“Not gonna be a good girl for me, no?” He grunted, staring down at you with a sticky adoration, even as he fucked his cock into you that little bit deeper. Steve grinned when you cried out. “S’a damn shame, honey, you’re always so fucking pretty when you lie there and wait for my cock.”

You were panting, eyes hooded and lips parted as you did your best to wriggle free, having every intention of pushing the boy back by his shoulders and riding him until he could only chant your name. It had happened before. You could do it again.

If he let you.

“Just had to be a brat though, didn’t you?” Steve was still talking, pouring down at you as if he wasn’t canting his hips just the right way, his cock sliding in and out of you far too easily. You were soaked, messy, just the way Steve enjoyed, almost too gone as he stared down at where you were joined, your cunt glistening in the low light of his bedroom. “Needy little thing that can’t do as she’s told, huh?”

You chose that moment to moan out, back arching, ass lifting from his lap and Steve took the opportunity to deliver a swift tap to the dough of it, palm catching at the skin, smiling when it reddened.

“If you’re good for me,” he whispered, leaning in, shoving you into the pillows. Steve followed, one hand keeping your knee up to your chest. It was a white hot slice of pleasure, burning, dizzying. “If tell me what you want, like a good girl, I’ll maybe let you have it.”

His nose nuzzled yours, lips brushing, his top lip catching yours in a kiss he wasn’t nice enough to give you get, despite the way his voice was sugar sweet, candy cotton soft.

You gasped out as you tried to form words, your request stuck on your tongue as Steve’s fingers found your clit, rubbing in messy circles that only smeared your slick over you even more. He was laughing softly when you glared, lips jutting into a pout and if you could speak, you would’ve told him how unfair he was being.

You didn’t mind it at all, not really.

But it was fun to fight about it, acting up like you didn’t want Steve to boss you about, praising you all pretty when you finally gave in.

So you blinked up at him, lashes spiked with dampness, skin flushed. You managed to catch a kiss, a stolen touch that Steve relented to, groaning into your mouth when your tongue touched his and fuck, there it was, that stutter of his hips.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmured to him, voice all sweet.

Steve cooed down at you, face hidden in the crook of your neck as he delivered more kisses, the graze of his teeth making your hips buck up into his. “Say please, baby.”

He was an asshole.

You stayed quiet, lips pressed together to keep in the moans, eyes pleading despite the way you refused to ask nicely. You weren’t gonna let him win.

So Steve grinned, sat back up and out of your reach, slowing his pace down. It was agonising and you let him know so, letting out a cry, back to arching up and wriggling in his hold.

He tutted, but didn’t stop smiling, his hand finding your throat, fingers wrapping prettily around your neck. It was supposed to be a warning. “Guess I’m still in charge, honey.”

You wondered if he knew you didn’t care

he is never beating the peepaw allegations

A list of kinks I think Steve Harrington has 😋

Omg I loved doing this, let me know if you’re interested in a part two? Enjoy!

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Loooooves morning sex, something about waking up next to you, and making you feel good early in the morning maybe before school or work, weather it’s his cock buried deep inside you or his head between your legs, he loves it especially in the morning, both of your guys messy hair, half asleep and slow.

Cock warming. Honestly I can see him, super sleepy and needy, maybe cuddled up next to you watching a movie, just needing to be closer to you some way “mmmm just wanna be closer baby” he mumbles into your ear and when you scoot closer to him he says “mm not like that, wanna be in you”. The way his whole body is pressed to you isn’t enough he needs to be inside you, not even to get you or himself off but just to be closer and connected to his girl. Laying with you and having hick cock deep inside you just makes him feel so connected to you. (Loved this concept so much you can read it here :))

Slight praise kink, Steve doesn’t seem like a very vocal guy during sex to me word wise, but if he’s gonna say anything it’s praises, loves telling you or just mumbling into your ear how good you feel as he rocks into you, how good you taste as he eats you out or how good you’re doing/ making him feel when you ride him or go down on him. His moans aren’t enough he needs to tell you.

MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. Steve Harrington is a munch you cannot convince me other wise, loves going down on his girlfriend, literally does not matter where you guys are or what time it is. He loves just how good you taste and look when he uses his tongue and mouth just the right way to earn pretty noises from you. And ugh his nose is so perfectly nudging your clit. Bonus if you tug at his hair😩 he goes crazy, moaning into your cunt the vibration adding even more stimulation.

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Wallet Polaroid

Summary: Steve Harrington is home alone, not knowing what to do since you’re busy, suddenly he remembers a picture of you tucked away in his wallet, he uses it and jeez does it get the job done.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Word count: 500

Warnings: MNDNI 18+, male masterbation, descriptive language, polaroid of readers boobs

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Steve is sprawled across his bed, a tennis ball in hand as he throws it up in the air, catching it and throwing it up again. He tried everything to rid his boredom, went swimming in his pool, smoked a joint, tried to call you, to which you didn’t answer, took a shower and made some food, tried to call you again…to which you didn’t answer.

He knew earlier you told him you’d be busy tonight, but that didn’t stop him from calling you a third time that night, once again not getting an answer :/, with a roll of his eyes and a heavy pout on his face, he places the phone back on the wall, feet bringing him to his bed, his back hitting it as he flops down, letting out a heavy sigh.

It’s not till he gets reminded of the one thing he didn’t try tonight… he rises to his legs and begins to make his way to a pair of jeans discarded on his floor, he picks them up, searching his pockets till he finds his leather wallet, hands flicking it open, finger tips searching the compartments till he finds it, the dim light of the room reflecting off a shiny polaroid. His cock practically jumps beneath his boxers as he pulls out a polaroid of you, aching at the sight.

You hold the camera angled at your chest, dressed in a small light pink tank top, one of Steve’s favorite that you wear, it’s bunched up and sitting perfectly over your tits, your free hand propping them up with a soft squeeze.

He can feel his hard cock throbbing, the tension begging to be released, he feels his cheeks get red as he takes in the picture, his wallet dropping to his floor as he grips the polaroid between his fingers, carefully he sets it on the dresser in front of him, his hands moving to remove his boxers, they drop to his feet and he kicks them off, his cock springing free.

Right next to the picture is a bottle of lotion, he uses a squirt to lubricant his hand before quickly wrapping his fingers over his length, spreading the lotion down his shaft, a moan escaping as he grazes his red tip, his other hand grabbing the polaroid once again.

As he scans the polaroid he can’t help but notice how soft your nipples look, so pink and plush, ready to be licked and sucked by him. He runs his fist up and down his shaft, squeezing softly, pre cum dribbling out of his tip, he moves his hand up to swipe it away, gracefully moving over his slit, releasing a heavy groan from him.

As he stares at the picture, he imagines your hand squeezing your tits to show them off to him, imaging how good it would feel to squeeze your tits together and place his cock perfectly between them, grinding his hips so he can fuck them. He hears the pretty sounds of your moans caused by him, he feels the softness of your skin, the sweet smell of your hair, it’s all enough to send him overboard.

He pumps his hand faster on his cock, whiny moans fall between his lips, the sound of his hand moving up and down him is prominent in his room, his mind can’t help but to wonder beyond the picture, how just below the frame you sit in panties, your wet cunt waiting for his thick member to fill you up, your legs resting against the soft sheets in your bed, the bed he gets to fuck you in, the bed where you take polaroids of yourself for him! And for him to use in this exact way.

Deep grunts fall out as he gets closer and closer, unable to deny it any longer, his grip on his cock tightening as his orgasm tumbles out of him cum shooting from him. All sorts of noises fall out of him, pathetic groans and whimpers, any curse word you can think of. He imagines you finishing with him, how your face would be flushed with a red tint, your eyes squeezing shut as you moan his name, how he would pull out and cum all over your tits, still pumping and squeezing so that every drop falls out of him and he’s completely drained by you. He finally calms his breathing, eyes still on the picture, taking it in, he lets out a sigh as he painfully pulls his eyes away from the picture to look down at the mess he’s made, the mess you made him make, his cock limp and tired, his tip red and wet. He bends down to pick up his wallet, tucking the picture back where it belongs so he can use it for next time, before moving to clean up the mess.

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hiii can you do a steve smut where he begs you sit on his face and then fucks you after you cum?? like a bit dirty but mostly very passionate ,,, thank youuuuuuu!!

HIIII! I looooove this! Thanks for the submission hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, Smut, face riding, unprotected p in v sex, slight fluff at the end , begging, descriptive wording,

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It was a normal night on the weekend, you and Steve had just gotten back from the movies, you usually stay till the end but this night you guys left mid movie because you just couldn’t keep your hands off each other. And now, he’s sat on your bed, back against the headboard as you straddle him, kissing him.

He had already gotten you just the way he likes, in just his T shirt, no bra no panties.

You begin to kiss down Steve’s neck and in the process you undo his belt, meeting his lips again eager for him. His belt completely off, you begin to tug his pants down leaving him in only his boxers, the only fabric separating your cunt from his cock.

“m’ wanna try something different with you” he says between kisses, almost a mumble

“What is it?” you say, pulling away from the kiss to look at him, only to be pulled in and kissed again by him

“want you to sit on my face” he says like he’s been wanting this forever, returning to kiss you any chance he gets.

You internally pause at his want, scared because you have never done that before…with anyone, but what can the difference be? Steve has gone down on you plenty of times.

“please?” he pushes desperately noticing you took a bit to respond, pulling away from your lips and nudging his nose into your neck, causing you to lean back, providing him more access as he kisses the skin there. He really really wants this. And you really really wanna give it to him something you didn’t know till now.

“it’ll feel so good m’promise” he mumbles into your ear leaving kisses to your sensitive neck

you don’t doubt it’ll feel amazing your thoughts just take over and you’re unable to respond, butterflies filling your stomach

Steve pulls away from your neck, hands finding your hips as his thumb rubs soothingly on your skin and he meets your eyes “you don’t have to if you don’t want too” your sweet boyfriend says; “Me personally, I want nothing more than to taste you like that, it’ll be so good if you let me, just once? If you don’t like it we’ll stop okay baby?” he admits in a low voice, eyes hungry, one hand tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I want too” you say, hands toying with the soft hem of his boxers, knuckles grazing against the trail of hair there

Steve waste no time, reclining himself so his back is flat on the bed, hands stern on your hips as he guides you to hover over his mouth.

You place your hands on the headboard in front of you and before you know it Steve’s big hands are hooked around your thighs as he pulls you onto him, his tongue darting out to taste you. His tongue licks between your folds, so wet for him, savoring the taste he loves oh so much.

A wave of pleasure coats your entire body, causing your grip on the headboard to tighten, your head leaning back, he lets out a moan of approval, vibrating through your cunt as you fully fall into the pleasure he’s giving you, the pleasure filling your mind and body and him between your legs is all you can think about, all you can feel right now. He works his way to your clit, sucking it and massaging it with his tongue, then he moves his tongue to your hole, the angle is perfect, allowing him to stick his tongue deep in you earning a moan, his perfect nose bumping into your clit, adding to the sensation as he strokes his tongue in different patterns making your stomach tighten in pleasure, moans escaping your lips.

“mm, knew you’d like this” he speaks against you, his warm hands still wrapped tightly around your thighs as he pushes you into him, his fingers leaving marks as they grip onto you.

You begin to rock your hips into his face as he sucks and licks, humming again into you. His cock hidden beneath his boxers grows even harder, he’s enjoying this as much as you are.

Soon enough you’re a moaning mess, hands digging into the headboard, your body collapsing into him as your orgasm takes over, drowning you. Steve gently removes you from his face and he reclines himself back up, sliding you down back to his lap, your chest heavily pressed against his as you catch your breath, his face soaked with your juices, lips red and puffy from the way he devoured you just a few seconds ago.

“did you like it?” he asks, knowing the answer

“so much” you say, kissing him

“wanna be inside you now, that okay?” he asks in case you need a second to recollect yourself

“mhm” you lazily spit out, face sweaty as you pull him closer to you, connecting your lips with his, rocking your hips against his hard cock already eager for more.

He grins into your mouth, flips you guys over so he’s hovering over you, gliding down his boxers, once his cock is free your hands are immediately grasping it, your thumb rubbing over his wet tip, as you guide it to your entrance. He sinks inside of you filling you up slowly, so slow so you can feel every inch and vein, both of you breathing heavily and letting out a shared moan as he fully adjusts inside your soaking wet hole.

He slowly begins pumping in and out, making sure to whisper how much he loves you, how good you feel and how ready you are for him. Occasionally rubbing your clit and catching your moans with his mouth. You were just riding his face like an animal but now, he’s slowly and passionately rocking himself into you, making your eyes roll back, making you feel so good.

He picks up his pace, his thrust becoming slightly faster and harder, groaning into you. You feel yourself tighten around his cock and within seconds his warm cum fills you up as you both reach your climax, his cock twitching inside of you as he lets himself fill you up, your cunt pulsing, your body filled with warmth all over. He pulls out of you, exhausted, plopping next to you, arm stretching out so you can curl up next to him, you do, he lays a soft kiss to your forehead, covering your guys body with the blanket and rubs small strokes up and down your arm causing your eyes to drift shut as you fall asleep with him.

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[3.5K] sleeping over at steve’s place is something you've always adored, but waking up with him is suddenly even better. (18+)

Sleeping over at Steve’s place after the two of you stayed out a little too late has become a part of your weekly routine, but having his head between your thighs in the early cracks of dawn isn’t.

You hadn’t planned to end up like this. You thought after coming home around 3 am last night — well, this morning — and crashing the second your body hit Steve’s sheets that you’d be sleeping in until noon. You were perfectly content in wasting away your Saturday to remain in a lazy bliss at Steve’s place while he went to work, taking in the familiar surroundings like it was your own home with hints of Steve scattered around.

The faint smell of chlorine from his pool lingering on his carpeted floor, his shoes he leaves around the house beneath the tables and shoe racks, listening to the records the two of you bought together and smiling at the memories the songs flood your mind with.

You knew he would let you linger in his absence, too, which is mostly why you decided to sleep in for as long as you could regardless of the countless errands you have to run on Sunday when stores close early and your parents expect you to see them.

But yet, here you are in the early hours of the day when the rest of town has yet to break out of their slumber and the sky is still a burning bronze, daring to peek past the clouds that often cast over the sleepy town of Hawkins, awake and moaning softly at the calculated touch of your boyfriend.

Whether it was the sun leaking through Steve’s curtains because he forgot to draw them in when the two of you got home, or the fact that your boyfriend was moving restlessly beside you and you could feel him pulling you closer, you’d woken up and against your better judgment, you turned in Steve's arms to face him.

He murmured your name into the shell of your ear to coax you awake just like he was, whispering things far too sensual for a pair who’d barely broken out of their REM cycles. Normally, you’d have gotten annoyed at your stubborn boyfriend for waking you up far too early for your liking because you enjoy sleeping, after all.

But now? Now, you can hardly form a coherent sentence because his tongue is lapping you in your most vulnerable of places and you have no intention to complain because it feels so good.

You’re a little drowsy and a little out of it but your body feels like it’s on fire from being under Steve’s touch. He had kissed down your neck, past your collarbones, getting momentarily distracted by your boobs like he always did when he pushed your shirt up to gawk at your chest. You groaned out his name, voice still thick with sleep and he continued to kiss a trail down your stomach, hands slowly tugging away your — his — sweatpants and your underwear in tow. 

It could’ve been seconds, minutes, hell, even hours since your boyfriend disappeared beneath his navy bed sheets and started his delicate assault against your core. Of course, you missed feeling his body pressed into the side of yours and seeing his pretty face, but Jesus Christ, you’ve been in heaven ever since.

Normally Steve would push the sheets down with him, putting himself on full display for you to watch the way the muscles in his back contort as his tongue and hands work against you, in you, but he seemed just as out of it as you were and didn’t care that this wasn’t as hot and heavy as it could be.

A breathy moan escapes past your lips as one of his hands spreads across your abdomen and presses down, holding you in place against his mattress while his other hand pushes at the thigh of the leg you can’t even remember propping up, moving it outward to give him more room to be comfortable enough to do what he’s best at.

Eyes fluttering shut, you crane your neck back when Steve’s nose nudges against your clit as his tongue works downward and your head falls further into his pillow at the sensation. The feeling of his hair rubbing against the junction between your thigh and your groin makes you cant your hips upward just a little, just enough for him to groan against you as if you've just given him an award.

You’re not even sure if he’s trying to make you reach that peak he prides himself in getting you to or if he’s just doing it until you’re asking him to stop or to go even further. Steve’s movements are a little different than what you’ve become used to, what you’ve come to expect when he goes down on you, his tongue lacking the impatient and almost animalistic persistence it normally has when dancing with your clit but you can’t say that you hate it.

It’s a nice change, albeit one you weren’t necessarily expecting — but then again, you weren’t expecting this to be happening at all — but you need more if you want to come crashing down with the euphoric wave that’s been building within you.

He’s unintentionally teasing you, slowly unravelling the knot that’s been growing bigger and tighter in your stomach with the way his tongue moves against you. It’s slow, maybe even a little hesitant like he’s expecting you to snap to your senses and kick him away and go back to sleep — you wouldn’t, you won’t — and although it’s not enough to get you to come undone, it feels fucking good regardless.

But you’re more awake than you were before and you can’t ignore the way that little voice in the back of your head is fucking begging you to get Steve to make you come already.

You’re normally patient when you and Steve are having sex, letting him take care of you because you know how important it is to him to keep things intimate no matter what you're doing, but the burning desire to melt in his hands like putty is becoming too much to bear and you need it more then you need oxygen right now.

“Steve?” You barely have the energy to murmur his name, but you manage, and his movements falter against you and you swear you can feel his hips push into the mattress. 

One arm propping you upward, the other goes to grip the end of his sheets and you lift it just barely, just enough so that you can see him and Christ, what a sight it is. His eyes are screwed shut and his eyebrows are knitted together, features still soft despite the way he’s lapping you like it’s his job.

If you could capture this moment, regardless of how sexual and lustful it may be, you would, because Steve has always been beautiful and the fact that he’s in his own state of pleasure just from trying to get you to reach yours makes you whimper.

Maybe it’s the sunlight that breaks the once-dark abyss that encompassed Steve, or it’s the feeling of the rustling sheets above him, but your boyfriend finally opens his eyes and looks up at you. His pupils are blown in chocolate brown eyes that you often find yourself getting lost in and your stomach flips at the sight of them, of him gazing up at you like you’re the only person in the world, that you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted.

He peels away from you, blinking lazily, face still close so that you can feel his breath against your most sensitive area, but just enough that you can hear his rough voice. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yes, shit— I just..” You nod your head lightly and the sentence dies on your tongue at the feeling of him kissing the inside of your thigh.

“Just what?” He eggs you on, hand rubbing the meat of your thigh soothingly and you could melt right then and there. “D’you want me to stop?”

“No. God, no,” You breathe out, heat rushing to your cheeks and you can’t seem to bring yourself to care because of how turned on you are at the sight of Steve grinning against your skin, lips glistening from you. “Just.. want more, Steve. Need more.”

If there’s one thing you love about Steve, it’s how attentive he is. How willing he is to give you what you want without you really asking because he knows you like the back of his hand. Sure, sometimes he’s a little mean with it, making you say what you want instead of using his initiative because truth be told, he adores seeing your pupils dilate and hearing you ask to ride him or beg him to flip you over and fuck you senseless.

But maybe he’s taking pity on you because you’d barely been awake for 10 minutes and he’s already got you so worked up like he’s been fucking you for hours. So, Steve doesn’t make you shield yourself with a momentary façade of confidence to say what you want.

“Yeah?” Steve asks and it sounds genuine, almost like he had been waiting for you to finally let him take you to the state of euphoria he knows he can. His hand moves away from your thigh and his fingers just barely brush against your entrance and a pleased sigh forces its way out of your mouth. “This kind of more?”

You nod, breath shuttering as your arm threatens to give in at any second. “Yeah. Yes, please.”

If this is what pity from Steve Harrington feels like, then fuck, you would take it tenfold every damn day if you could.

You barely register the way Steve moves his middle and ring finger into his mouth before it’s back at your entrance and slowly, but surely, inching their way inside of you. Your lips form into an o-shape as you silently cry out at the pleasurable intrusion, dropping the sheet from your hand and instead sneaking it underneath to grip at his brown locks for refuge.

It's a slow push and pull, his fingers starting to slip in and out of you at an unnerving pace once you relax into his touch completely, strings of curses mixed with his name falling from your lips before his mouth is back on you. It’s like no time has passed because you’re right back where you left off, teetering on the edge of unravelling against his face because his long fingers are hitting the spot you never could over and over and over again. 

This. This is what you wanted, what you so desperately craved, and the unholy satisfaction pumping into you bone deep and it tastes sweet on your tongue. No matter how many times you and Steve move together in such an intimate way, you’ll never get enough of how good he is, how he’ll work to find out what you like and what you don’t, worshipping you and your body like a temple he’s been blessed to explore.

“Shit, Steve— oh my God.”

If this were any other time, you’re sure you’d be embarrassed at the thought of you coming so fast when he’s barely done anything. But it’s something about today, something about this morning and how Steve was willing to put his tiredness aside to benefit you and untie that knot of bliss building inside of you.

Steve starts plummeting his fingers into you at a faster pace, although still kind and gentle, and you don’t even notice the missing presence of a steady rhythm in his movements because his lips latch themselves onto your clit. “Just like that, Steve, shit.”

He hums against you, the vibrations moving through your veins like live wires and you grip his hair like a lifeline, knuckles turning white beneath the sheets and he moans into you, fingers curling and hitting that spot again and again and again when your whimpers go up an octave.

You clamp around his fingers every time he retreats them, sighs of relief forming into whiny moans at the feeling of him pushing back into you and you keen for him and his touch. You can taste the ecstasy on your tongue, you can hear the way your heart ricochets against your ribcage, you can feel yourself descending closer to heaven hot and fast and you don’t even care if you wake Steve’s neighbours with your cries.

“I’m gonna— shit.” You’re panting, free hand coming to grab at your breast and the feeling of your nails digging into your skin burns deliciously. “I’m gonna come, Steve.”

Steve groans against you at your admission, something that feels like a mess of begs and pleads for you to let go, and who are you to deprive your boyfriend of such an honour?

You call out his name when his fingers hit that spot deep inside of you again and you arch your back off of the mattress, muscles tightening and legs clamping around his head as the tether finally snaps. Your eyes slam shut and you can see stars beneath your eyelids, twinkling speckles of raw pleasure dancing amongst anything and everything Steve. His hand, his fingers, his mouth and his tongue, your own personal godsend who loves you just as much as you love him.

You’re falling, tumbling, crashing, his fingers continuing at their now-steady pace as he works you through your orgasm. Unbeknownst to yourself, you grind against his face like you own it, like you have no shame in using him for all he’s worth and shit, you know Steve would gladly admit to being okay with that.

His mouth moves away from you as you start coming back down from heaven and enter the realm of overstimulation, and he presses kisses to your thighs and mumbles praises that you can’t quite hear over the buzzing sounds ringing in your ears. It feels like your body is on overdrive, like you’ve been depriving it of its one energy source and you’ve finally given it what it wanted and more.

It feels like your orgasm goes on for days, even when his fingers come to a slow and eventual stop, but once your body finally relaxes, you collapse back into his bed, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath and compose yourself. A whimper brushes past your tongue as he runs his thumb over your slit and you have to mentally scold yourself for already missing the sensation of him inside of you.

Pulling your legs apart, Steve slowly pushes himself back upward, he presses his lips against the inside of your knee, your hip, your lower stomach— kissing you up and up until he finally peers out from under his blanket and you peel your eyes away from his ceiling to tiredly smile at him.

His lips are still wet with the remnants from your momentary trip to your oasis and his cheeks are tinged pink and his hair is a riot. The flush that found purchase across the apples of his cheeks runs down to his chest, a dusty pink tinge concealing the constellation of freckles and moles that previously shined against his tanned skin.

Steve hovers over you and cages you in between his arms and his body is hot, a warmth that spreads into your own as you pull him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Mornin’.” Steve mumbles, deep and rough with sleep and you aren’t sure if your knees suddenly feel weaker from the sound of his voice or his previous actions.

Your fingers play with the hair on the nape of his neck and you mentally thank him for forgetting to book his haircut appointment last week. “Morning.”

“Was that good?” He asks despite knowing the answer already, despite knowing that he’d just made you touch heaven and it isn’t even 7 in the morning yet. “Five stars? Ten outta ten? Would recommend to a friend?”

There's a smile on your face because as much as you love the sexy, dominant side of Steve only you get to witness between the sheets, you much prefer the boyish, dorkier version of your boyfriend who makes you feel 16 again. “You're an idiot, Steve.” 

“An idiot who just made you come." He corrects and you can barely break out a laugh, but when you do, Steve grins at the sound of it. You nod to answer his question anyway, eyes fighting against the way they want to close from the exhaustion and you’re barely able to use your voice to hum affirmingly.

No words are really capable of describing the way he made you feel because your body is still trying to escape from its post-orgasm haze and the way he’s looking at you, all boyish and charming, makes your heart skip a beat.

Steve finally dips down and you moan against his lips from the taste of yourself on his tongue, a little dirty secret that juxtaposes how he kisses you soft and slow. The kiss is deep, arguably fuelled by a sense of lust that’s been growing within the confines of his bedroom but you feel the butterflies in your chest flutter from his touch.

You miss having him like this, quiet and calm and just the two of you, no absentminded worries tickling the back of your thoughts like when your shift starts or if the two of you are going to have to save Hawkins again.

His left-hand moves lazily and delicately to find its place on your waist and you can feel him underneath his boxers, hard and aching for you and instinctively, your hips push upward to brush against his. It’s an innocent reflex despite the dirty question it poses and you smile at the broken groan he muffles into your kiss.

He’d stay in bed with you like this if you asked him to. Limbs tangled and sheets ruffled, barely there kisses and feeling of your body against his, eventual moans coming from your lips and his groans pressing into the side of your neck because you just can’t help but become engulfed in one another.

Steve would be completely okay with ignoring the responsibilities he has for the day if it meant he could spend more time with you, and you’d be a liar to say you don’t share the same sentiment.

But as much as you hate to admit it, your nirvana can’t become a reality just yet because you have bills to pay and your mouths to feed. That’s what makes early mornings like this with Steve so special in your mind, the fact that they’re seldom and that they’re something just the two of you get to share like a soft-spoken secret, something never that frequent but occurring just enough to make you keep wanting them more and more.

“Times it?” He murmurs against your lips, unable to find the energy — or desire — to pull himself away from the warmth your body provides to check the time himself.

“I don’t know,” You reply honestly, having that you were far too distracted by Steve’s mouth on you to peel your eyes open and check the alarm clock situated on his nightstand. “Still early, I think.”

Despite your words being soft and quiet, mumbling no louder than the faint sounds of the chirping birds who found purchase outside Steve's window and the rustling trees moving with the cool breeze, you can hear the sound of your boyfriend humming contentedly.

Steve faintly chews at the inside of his cheek like he’s lost in thought before one of his hands starts to move back down from your waist and to your hips, calloused fingers itching dangerously close to your inner thigh and you can feel yourself throb in anticipation.

“Hm?” You repeat and you already know what your boyfriend’s thinking, what he’s planning to do without having to ask because his eyes twinkle with something you know all too well.

Steve’s nose bumps against yours and you sigh when his lips meet yours again, tender and gentle like you both have all the time in the world before you need to start getting ready for the day. Fuck, you’re so in love with him that it hurts.

He flashes you a lazy grin when you break apart, one that’s laced with a mix of something devilish and something lovesick, and before you can diminish his eagerness because you’d like to rock his world the same way he did yours, Steve is already slipping back under the covers, trailing kisses on the places he did once before and you find yourself sinking further into his pillows as a breathy moan falls from your lips.

Sleeping over at Steve’s place after the two of you stayed out a little too late has become a part of your weekly routine, and having his head between your thighs in the early cracks of dawn will be, too.