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plsplsplsplsppspsosokajskajdjakkd GUYS give me konig fics pls pls pls konig konig i cant take it anymore

even better flood my inbox w steve or konig thoughts 🤞🏻🤞🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

steve harrington is my roman empire

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I just wanna give steve a slow handy and watch and (play) with the cum that dribbles onto his belly is that too much to ask for

that’s never too much to ask for anon, enjoyyyy!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x reader

Word count: 1,170

Warnings: 18+ Cum. lots of cum, cum play, dirty talk,cursing, hand job, male orgasm, edging, begging if you squint, uses of babe,baby and honey

Master list:

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When you entered Steve's room, the door creaked softly as you closed it, your hair damp from the shower. You make your way to Steve who's silently propped up against his head board with the book "High Fidelity" by Nick Hornsby cradled in his hands.

The only source of light comes from the lamp that sits on his desk. Without a word you plop down next to Steve, your body settling comfortably into him, your head resting softly on his broad shoulder, in response he removes one hand from his book and encircled you with his arm pulling you closer to him. Steve places a quick kiss to the top of your head before flipping the page and continuing back to his reading.

You couldn't help but stroke your hand up and down, softly soothing Steve's chest. His attention still to his book, flipping the page every once and a while.

You let out a soft hum as your fingers continue to dance along his chest, moving playfully up to graze his shoulder and his collar bones, and back down, tracing the rise and fall of his muscles.

You find yourself inching your hand lower and lower, till your knuckles reach the book that rests slightly above his belly. You bump it softly as a way to ask for access, in response he lifts up his book, allowing your hand to pass, your finger tips meeting his happy trail, fingers twirling playful spirals, taking your time as you inch down.

You scoop up the string connected to the waistband of his shorts and fiddle with them in your hand, "accidentally" dropping them, only to grab them again, your hand grazing his member in the process. You can tell the effects this has on him by the deep breath he sucks in and the shift of his hips, his cock twitching in his shorts as he tries to keep his attention to his book.

Your fingers meet his skin again and you trace his v-line- suddenly, he drops his book one hand moving to rub your arm sweetly. “Honey why are you being so distracting huh?" he asks teasingly, tapping his chin atop your head.

"Don't worry about me baby…just wanna play, go back to your book" you dismiss, your fingers barley touching his waistband. "Whatever you say" he responds, a hint of playfulness in his voice as he picks his book back up, continuing where he left off.

You lean up a bit to snake off his shorts for him, freeing his hard length, then leaning back again to rest your head on him, places kisses to his shoulder. His body relaxes into your touch his head leaning back slightly as you softly take his length into your hands, his fingers gripping his book tighter as he tries to concentrate on it. You start at the base, softly taking him in your hand, making sure you move slow enough to feel every ridge and vein, purposely ignoring his sensitive tip, you'll get to that later, for now, you continue your soft teasing strokes, causing Steve's stomach to clench, his breath getting heavier as you stroke him, pre cum begging to dribble out of his tip that begs to be touched, drops dribbling onto his soft tummy.

You pump slightly faster this time, tightening your grip just a little. Your hand nears dangerously close to his leaking tip, causing even more pre cum to leak out, coating his belly once more, the cloudy liquid sitting perfectly on his soft tummy.

"Fuck honey, making a mess” he hissed, his book slightly lifted so he can see your hand working him, his neglected tip beginning to throb, begging for your touch. You remove your hand, placing his book back down, "told you not to worry about me Stevie" you repeat softly in a hum, his eyes fixate back onto his book as he tries to ignore how good you're making him feel, fighting the urge to thrust his hips into your hand, instead, he allows you to work your magic.

You finally graze over his tip catching him off guard, but only to collect the warm precum dribbling out of him, a soft groan is released from him. You bring your coated finger to his belly and right into the rest of the cum that sits there, your finger tracing random patters into it, playing with it, fingers pinching together and pulling apart as you watch how it sticks to you.

You bring your hand back to his member and repeat the process, hands moving slowly to build up precum, making just enough to play with. This time, you focus more on his tip, you glide your thumb over his slit repeatedly just the way he likes, "fuck baby, mm gonna cum if you keep doing that" he says, his words tense as he tries to keep his patience, already fighting back his orgasm. "Mmm not yet baby, just need some more" you hum, placing kisses to his skin, your hands squeezing around his tip to push out more cum, angling his cock forward enough so it can land on his belly.

You keep working him slowly, "just like that baby" you praise softly, removing your hand and bringing it to his belly again to play with his cum, tracing hearts into it, twirling it into the light hair that sits there; your touch sending shivers all over his body. "Babe you gotta let me finish, don't know if I can go any longer" he admits in a huff, finding it even harder to focus on his book, his cock hurting, waiting for your touch as you play with the liquid, smearing it across his skin.

You let out a soft giggle at his frustration, the vibration echoing through his chest, but understandingly, you bring your hand back around his cock. You start off slow, collecting more precum and smearing it down his shaft before picking up your pace and beginning to pump faster so you can help him reach the edge that he's already close too. You graze over his tip occasionally earning curses and desperate whines from him, his mind completely forgetting about the book in his hand, fingers pushing into the paper, his head rolling back as he gets closer and closer. Slick wet sounds fill the room as you pump faster on him "you gonna come for me Steve? Give me more to play with please?" you pout, placing another kiss to his warm skin as you continue pumping, "shit fuck fuck fuck yes fuck" he spits out one after another weakly, his orgasm taking over strongly, it's evident when his cum shoots out of him, some landing onto your hand that fists him and down to his balls. His chest and belly move up and down as he takes in quick breaths, cum still leaking out of him, his length falling limp and resting against his cum covered belly, your fingers immediately dipping into it and twirling familiar patterns, satisfied with your result.

Master list:

Drooling over your hairy tummy and chest btw. If you even care

Pulling Eddie in by his wallet chain and seeing his brain short circuit in real time.

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