@ Steve Harrington

@ Steve Harrington

I need every artist who has drawn Steve with a little tummy instead of abs to know that I love you so much I would die for you you're a visionary and not enough people understand Art™ like you <3

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

So like can we discuss bf!steve who lives for picnic dates?? Blankets on the grass, lovely weather, feeding each other fruit, your thighs in your sundress, eating you out in the car before dropping you off? ❤️

oh my GODDDD WE ABSOLUTELY CAN. we have to discuss it, actually. oral (f receiving), MDNI!!!

it'd be so fucking sweet. throwing grapes into each other's mouths, feeding the other strawberries, laying on the blankets together, your head on steve's chest while you look at the clouds and point out the weird shapes to each other. soft kisses in the sun. steve is quite literally golden, glowing in the sun, sunglasses perched on his freckled nose. UGH.

and then. before you can head home, he gets you in the backseat of his car, pushes your pretty sundress up to your hips, and spreads your thighs, big hands holding you open as he buries his face between them.

he's eating you out like he's a man starved. sucking and licking in just the right places. he's fucking moaning as he licks broad stripes through your folds, teasing kisses to your clit. you feel hot in every sense of the word; the way steve is very clearly getting off on this, but also in the way your skin sticks to the leather of his car's seats, your face burning as you whine and tangle your fingers in his hair.

"y'got the sweetest pussy, baby," he murmurs against the soft skin of your thigh, "prettiest, too."

his words make you moan, hips pushing toward his face, almost desperately, "steve, fuck-" your words are cut off as his tongue finds your entrance, dipping inside of you, his nose nudging into your clit. pleasure twists in your tummy, and your thighs threaten to close around steve's head, struggling against his strong hold on them.

you're already so fucking close, and then two of his fingers sink into your cunt as he sucks on your clit. it doesn't take long for you to fall apart for him, clenching around his fingers as they fuck in and out of you. it's almost pitiful the way you moan and squirm, back arching off of the seats.

steve doesn't want to seem to stop, fingers and tongue working you through your orgasm, and you have to push at him and wiggle your hips, gasping, "steve, 's too much, 'm sensitive-"

"sorry, sorry," he apologizes, though he doesn't sound all that remorseful, "y'just taste so good, baby. can't get enough of you. and you sound so pretty when you cum." and then, as if to prove his point, he brings his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers clean of your slick.

you're still panting as you try to catch your breath, and if you weren't already so hot, you know you'd be flushed at his action, "christ, steve."

and then, not long later when he drops you off at home, he gives you a sweet kiss goodbye. you can definitely still taste yourself on his lips.

sorry i was gone so long guys, i had to ghost my situationship 😭😭😰😰😓😓🫠🫠😵😵😪😪🤮🤮🤮🤧🤧🤕🤕

thinking about soft giggly sex with steve. tripping up the stairs because you can't keep your hands off of each other. ungracefully flopping onto the bed. steve nearly falling over as he tries to get out of his pants. stolen kisses. blowing raspberries onto your tummy as he undresses you. intertwined hands pressed into the bed next to your head as he finally slides into you. accidentally letting out the most ridiculous moan that has steve freezing midstroke, followed by even more quiet giggles as he teasingly copies you. warm skin. limbs twisted perilously in bedsheets. soft sighs when you finally come. steve's body a heavy weight on top of yours when he finishes. pure bliss. ya know?