Coming From Your List Of Steve Kinks, I Would Love Something Abt Cockwarming

coming from your list of steve kinks, i would love something abt cockwarming <33 it’s so steve

it is so Steve🫶🏻 Ugh I have so many ideas! Enjoy!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! reader

Word count: 500

Warnings: MDNI 18+ Cockwarming, fluff, idrk

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Its late at night, you lie in your bedroom, your back pressed to Steve’s bare chest. The window is cracked just enough to let the faint smell of summer rain through-cool air weaving it’s way around your room. The dim glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting a shadow across the room, followed with a distant sound of crickets. Tiredness heavy on the both of you.

You wonder if Steve is still awake, but before you know it, there’s a shift in the air as Steve’s warm hands glide beneath your long T shirt answering your thought, his hands find your hips with a firm yet tender grip as he pulls you closer. His soft lips brushing against the sensitive skin behind your ear.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you melt into him, eyes heavy and tired.

“baby” Steve whines against your skin in a sleepy mumble, his kisses growing bolder.

You don’t say anything, instead you roll your hips back into him, letting out a soft groan.

“mmm, i wanna be closer” he says, voice warm and low, hands roaming your front, as he nuzzles even more into your neck.

As if you can get any closer, you press your back to him even more, sinking into him, letting him swallow you, arms holding you tight, shielding you from any uncertainties that lay beyond the room’s walls.

“no, wanna be in you”

He says eagerly and desperately, his voice mixed with a whine, a plea. His hips rolling away from yours then back to you, the hardness beneath his boxers grow, and the ache between your legs intensifies, your whole body craving him.

Too tired to say anything, you turn your head to meet his lips, his mouth catching yours, kissing you deeply telling him just exactly what you want. His hand slides under your knee, propping you up for him, before sliding his boxers down and moving your panties to the side exposing you.

“just wanna be close” he mumbled again.

His hands slide back up to your arms, so he can hold you closer, a subtle shift of his hips makes you let out a moan as his tip taps your entrance, ready to be filled by him. He takes his time sliding his thick cock into you, slowly filling you up. He’s going slow so you feel every inch of him, every vein and curve. Causing your eyes to squeeze shut. He loves nothing more than filling you up like this, not completely sexual either, he just wants you in every way possible.

“mmmmm much better” he praises into your ear as he fully sits in you, his breath hot on your neck, your walls perfectly hugging him.

You lay like this with him for the rest of the night, back pressed to his chest as his cock sits inside you. Completely relaxed and content with each other. Your guys breathing is synchronized, every breath you guys take together, his cock moves slightly inside you shooting electricity all over your body. When he places a kiss to your neck, or rubs his hands along your arm, it causes you to clench around his cock, making him catch his breath, his dick twitching inside of you, his grip on you tightening.

With each passing second, your bodies grew heavier and your minds eased as you drifted off to sleep. Steve still connected to you, in a way no one has ever been, nuzzled deep inside you like a puzzle, feeling so close and safe.

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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

Hawkins drive in

Inspired by random pics I found on Pinterest Enjoy!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: MNDNI 18+: Smut obvi, unprotected p in v sex, car sex, semi public?

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You find yourself sat in your boyfriends red BMW, FlashDance flickering on the massive drive in theater screen, a thoughtful choice he made for your evening together. It’s not that the movie is bad or boring; it’s just that your focus seems to be eluding you, finding it hard to concentrate, your hands fiddling with Steve’s fingers that rest over yours, a sign of your restless state.

With a gentle tilt of your head, you gaze up at Steve who’s sat with a rested face, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the screen, you observe the contours of his face, his body relaxed into the seat, his thumb circling your hand that rests on your thigh. He turns his head, his eyes meeting yours, a soft mischievous sparkle sits in them. You knew him well enough to sense that just like you, his mind was elsewhere. The vibrant dance scenes projected on the screen failing to captivate you as they normally would.

Reading your face, without hesitation Steve shifts over into the passenger seat, smoothly lifting you up by the hips in the process so that you straddle him, legs resting at his sides. His hands snaking around your back to pull you closer.

“What? Did I pick a bad movie?” he asks, one hand moving to push your hair behind your ear, the other rubbing up and down your back softly, a small smile sitting on his face.

“No, just in the mood for something else” you smile, leaning in, your lips connecting with his, hands resting on his shoulders.

“Oh is that so?” he says, smiling into your mouth, hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you into him so that he can kiss you harder.

You kiss back just as hard, a moan escaping your mouth inviting him to explore farther, and he does so, his tongue moving gracefully. The tips of his fingers moving under your shirt, tracing the curves and contours of your hips and your back.

As you kiss into him, the ache between your legs causes you to grind your hips into Steves, the friction of your cunt against his pants instantly making him hard, earning a sharp groan from him, his hands gripping your hips, pushing you back and forth helping you grind on him, groaning anytime your cunt makes contact with his cock hard under his jeans.

“Thank god for tinted windows” he grumbles into you, sill kissing you he begins unbuttoning your shorts, before tugging them, along with your panties down your legs, your hands using his shoulder as leverage, making it easier for him to slide them down. Once your shorts hit the floor, your hands move to take off his belt, once off, you throw it in the back seat and help him tug his pants down. His erect cock flings out and rests prettily against his belly, pre cum glistening on his tip.

He helps you hover over him, lining up his cock with your entrance before helping you sink down onto it, his lips slightly parted as he watches you take him fully, wincing at the familiar stretch that happens every time you take his thick cock. You begin rocking your hips slowly, the movement enough to earn moans from the both of you, his hands gripping around your jaw, forcefully bringing your lips to his. His mouth moves from your lips and down to your neck, placing kisses anywhere he can, sucking and biting the skin softly, curses fall out of your mouth as you continue rocking on his cock. His hands sneak up and un clasp your bra, releasing your plump tits, throwing your bra to the side and cupping your tits, squeezing and massaging; he lifts your shirt just enough to reveal them, his head immediately dropping as he takes your nipple into his mouth sucking and bringing it between his teeth before releasing and moving to the next. Your body shudders at the contact, walls clenching around his cock, earning a deep groan from him.

He pulls away from your chest and his mouth is back on yours, this time he allows your tongue to explore his mouth, your rocking getting slower, hands moving to tug at his hair, causing him to moan.

He leans into you, reaching his hand to move his chair, you think he’s gonna recline his seat back to allow you more room to ride him and bounce up and down but instead, he brings his seat closer to the dash board allowing you to lean back at an angle, your back resting slightly against it. His cock slides out of you before he quickly pushes it back in, his hips lifting so he’s able to pound into you, every thrust causing your back to rub against the dashboard, a moan escaping every time. You move your hands and grip his knees to steady yourself , head falling back as you allow him to fuck into you. Your shirt rest over your tits exposing them, your boobs shaking at every thrust, his hands gripping your thighs, a thumb pressed firmly on your clit causing your eyes to squeeze shut.

“Fuck Steve, feels so good” you say in a whimper, in response he begins circling the thumb that rests over your clit, earning a even louder screech from you.

His pace slows and you feel every ridge of his veiny cock slipping in and out of you, his hands squeezing your hips so hard he’s sure to bruise the area, his head leaning back against the seat, mouth slightly open as he takes in the feeling of your cunt swallowing his cock, as if he entered another dimension completely lost in how perfect you feel, his chest moving up and down due to how hard he’s breathing, the windows fogging. He begins to pick up his pace again, his breaths getting even heavier his hair sticking to his sweaty face. Steve moves his hand over your boob, gripping and squeezing as he thrust up into you. “you look so pretty like this, fuck mm so close” he groans in between pathetic heavy breaths, eyes pinching shut.

“Cum with me Steve, want you to cum in me please” you request sweetly, your hands pulling at his shirt, with that, he’s fucked both of you turning into a moaning mess, your body flinging forward, his arms catching you as your orgasm takes toll, his warm cum shooting deep inside you. Both of your bodies moving up and down in synch as you try to catch your breath together. You fall completely limp, your head buried into the crook of his neck, arms resting at his side.

Both of your breathing finally returns to normal as you come back from your orgasm, his hands gently bring your face to meet his checking up on you, “you okay honey?” he asks, hands fixing your messy sweaty hair “yes that was amazing” you admit, eyes moving to scan the foggy car windows, he lets out a cocky chuckle, a kiss is pressed to your forehead, one hand resting at the curve of your back, his cock sitting still inside you, filling you up, his other hand tracing letters on the window, squeaky noises follow as he writes into the condensation ‘we just fucked’ you read on the window, laughing and turning to look at him, a proud grin sitting on his face.

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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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