Steve Who Thinks Every Christmas Decor In A 2 Foot Radius Means Mistletoe And Hes Demanding A Kiss From

Steve who thinks every Christmas decor in a 2 foot radius means mistletoe and he’s demanding a kiss from you that second.

A small green wreath with red holly berries and random christmas bows decorating it hangs over a door way? Steve is immediately stopping you so you’re both under it “mistletoe.” he says, lips pressed together his finger pointing up at it “we have to kiss.” “Stevie that’s not how it works” you say with a giggle “prettyyyyyy sure it is…” he reply’s and before you can respond his hands are cupping your face and he’s leaning in so his lips can meet yours.

Big red bow hanging on a wall? “babe look” Steve says pointing at it “you know what that means” and he’s already pulling you in gently to give you your “mistletoe” kiss.

Merry Christmas guys :)

disarm (18+)

contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina; reader is called ‘girl’ once; sexual tension; drunk!flirty!steve; lil bit of inspection kink; size kink; teasing; no smut just whorish vibes

author note: i hope you folks like it! i won’t be doing a part 2 of this one, but hope you enjoy the tension :)

Steve’s always saying weird shit to you when he’s drunk.

You know he’s just uninhibited. That if he were sober he’d be so embarrassed. You keep telling yourself that, at least.

The first time he approaches you like this, he asks, “What color underwear you got on?”

You humor him, tipsy yourself. “Take a guess.”

Steve really looks like he’s thinking, dilated pupils staring deep into yours. “Red?”

“Nope.” you can’t stop looking at him, and he isn’t looking away either. “They’re blue, actually.”

“How’d you know that’s my favorite color?” he asks, voice low, leaning forward to rest his palm on your knee.

“Oh, you think I wore them for you?”

“I wish.”

He’s easily distracted and the conversation goes no further. It’s easy to shrug him off. You know he’s a whore, anyway - have to hear about his most recent date every time you see him.

But then it happens again.

Steve stops you in the hallway at the next party, his warm hand curling around your bicep gently. Makes you stop walking to look at him.

“Havin’ fun?” he asks. His t-shirt is cut low - your eyes are drawn to the dark patch of hair on his chest.

“I think so.”

He grins, borderline diabolical. Teeth straight and white, blunt edges that could bite bruises into your skin. “There’s a free bedroom upstairs if you wanna have more.”

“Huh?”

“I said -“ he leans in towards you, until the tip of his nose touches yours, “- there’s a free bedroom upstairs if you want to have more fun.”

He doesn’t stay very serious, however. He giggles, pulls away from you and winks before continuing on his way. You roll your eyes after him, trying to brush off the way he made your stomach flip. He apparently doesn’t fuck without a first date, anyway.

And then it just sort of keeps happening. Sometimes he’d just stare at you, mouth slightly agape, watching you from the other side of the room. Or he’d make sure his palm presses firmly against the small of your back as he “squeezes past” you to grab another drink, despite there being a five foot clearance.

One night, when he’s more drunk than usual - something to do with a bad week at work - he goes a lot farther than he has. He finds you in the corner of the living room, looking at the lines in your own palm.

“Hey,” he says, quite loudly, startling you.

When you look up, he’s extremely close to you. Eyes soft, but staring into yours. He smells like maraschino cherries, no doubt from the strawberry daiquiris he won’t admit he loves. “Hi,” you breathe, trying to look at his eyes, but they keep moving languidly from your eyes to your lips to your chest. Your breasts peak out from the scoop-neck of the baby tee you’re wearing. And, okay, it’s baby blue - you may have worn it just to see what he’d do.

“Can I help you?” you ask.

He nods, nose slanting downwards towards your tits. “Y’never really wear stuff like that.”

You shake your head. “Not really.”

“Why not?”

You grin. “Because pervs like you will stare.”

He scoffs. “That’s ‘stactly why you shouldn’t be wearin’ it here.”

Your eyes narrow at him. Now he’s just being annoying. “Oh, are you mad?”

“A little.” He licks his lips, tongue stained red from the mixer. “You should only be wearin’ somethin’ like that when you’re gonna get fucked.”

Your eyes widen, heart hammering in your chest, enough to feel it in your throat. He’s never been so forward before. And he’s backing you into the wall, trapping you in - very deliciously.

He tilts his head, highlighted hair bobbing over his forehead. “Are you gonna get fucked tonight?”

You swallow hard, blood icy cold. You’re not used to this tango, not with him. “You tell me.”

Steve blinks like he’s also shocked, goes a little slack jawed. He looks down at your tits, then back up. “I think you should get fucked tonight.”

Your hand clenches around your drink, threatening to fall to the floor. You’re weak, sore and needy between the legs.

Perhaps he’s willing to make an exception for the date rule for you.

“Will I?”

“With tits like those?” He nods down again. “Bet you’ve got the sweetest nipples. You like havin’ ‘em bit? Sucked?”

You wonder if he feels the heat radiating off of your face. “Steve,” you say, trying to give him a warning. You can’t breathe, knees beginning to shake. “What kind of friend asks that?”

His jaw clenches, then unclenches. “So you just see me as a friend?”

You bite your cheek. “That’s what you are, aren’t you? Or do you know something I don’t?”

“I -“

You’re both startled by the sound of champagne popping, shrieks and woops breaking you out of whatever you were just entangled in. And Steve, so easily distracted, groans and marches towards the kitchen, shouting, “I told you to take that shit outside!”

You inhale deep, thumping chest caving in, collarbones turning sharp. It’s suddenly so cold without him in front of you. You run a hand through your hair and look around, spotting Robin grinning at you from ear to ear. You roll your eyes at her and move through the living room to get some water and air.

You wonder if he’ll even remember when he’s sober. If he’ll apologize for asking something so insane. But he either doesn’t remember or wants to forget, because when you’re back to return tapes two days later he acts completely normal. It isn’t a bad thing - it’s a bit fun to play with him in such a non-serious way. Though you do find his hands gripping the next tape you rent for a bit too long, shoves your change into your hand and lets his palm linger against yours.

Another get together - you can hardly call it a party when there’s only ten people present - brings you back to his apartment two weeks later. It’s much more low key and he, in turn, drinks much less. He still gets drunk, though - laughing loudly, freckled neck on display. Does things he gives Robin shit for. You laugh beside her when she scoffs at him, throwing a pillow across the way to hit him in the back of the head.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” she says. “Do you want one?”

You tell her you’re okay and she’s off, leaving the couch beside you empty. Which Steve notes. Immediately.

“What’s a place like you doin’ in a girl like this?”

“You invited me,” you remind, the couch dipping as he sits beside you.

“Ohhh. And why’d I do that?”

You hum, trying to suppress a smile. “I don’t know. You must like me.”

He narrows his eyes. “You know I do.”

You’re already getting horny again. “Because I leave big tips for you?”

“And what do you know about big tips, huh?”

You laugh, a little shrill, feeling very much on the spot. Then he grabs your hand, pulling it up against his. You assume he’s comparing the size - a clear flirting tactic - and you watch him with much adoration as he examines them together. His first knuckle is able to come down on your finger tips and he grins. “You’ve got small hands.”

“Maybe yours are just freakishly big.”

“Wanna know what else is?”

Which, truly, in any other situation this would be funny. But it so isn’t. His words are deathly serious to you.

“Well, it can’t be your brain.”

Steve scoffs again. “Oh, funny.”

Out of nowhere, you’re doused with something cold. Robin’s tripped on the rug, spilling her wine on you. You gasp just as she says, “Oh, shit!”

“Rob-in!” Steve sounds more than exasperated with her, but it’s hard to take it seriously when he’s slurring.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry - I got - I tripped - with my big clown feet - oh my god, are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” you promise, despite the huge red stain on your white shirt. It’s still dripping down you, onto your skirt. Drenched. “Uh, let me go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll help,” Steve says, stumbling when he stands, helping you off the couch. You’re certain he won’t be much help but you accept his assistance anyway.

You’ve noticed how Steve gets into these dad modes. Like, one time Robin choked on a lemon seed that was in her water and Steve wouldn’t let her drink without him checking her cup for two months afterwards. And there was the time that Eddie, clumsier than Robin, tripped and scraped his knee, and Steve acted like Eddie was five. So now it’s your turn, ushered into his bathroom while he props you against the counter and scrounges around for a towel.

“It’s okay,” you say, “I’m just wet.”

“I got it,” he assures, running a washcloth under the tap. You’re sure he thinks he’s helping, as much as he can when he’s inebriated, but you’re very certain a wet washcloth won’t help. He swats your hands away when you try to take it from him, and he starts blotting the wine.

His hair in your face smells fruity, like his hairspray. “Steve, I don’t think this is doin’ much.”

His brows are knitted in concentration. “‘s almost out.”

You look down. It is not.

But you let him feel important anyway. Watching as he dabs and dabs and dabs over your sternum. His breath tickling your neck. And now that the shock has worn off, you’re getting turned on again. By his attention, how he’s trying to help, how his big fucking paws are right there. You’re practically begging god to make him do something when his hands start wandering.

Steve brings the towel over your breast, blotting as usual, then slowing. Like it’s clicking what he’s doing. And then he presses a little harder, lingers for a while. His palm touching you more than the cloth. His eyes drift up to yours as he moves towards the other. And instead of blotting, his hand cups it.

You simply let him.

The cold has made your nipples perk up under your bralette. Steve’s thumb swipes over the hardened nub. You both stare at each other, willing the other to do more, but it’s left in a stalemate. Steve throws the washcloth in the sink, lets his hand slide over your heart.

“Heartbeat’s so fast,” he observes softly. “What’s that all about, huh?”

You swallow hard. “Lot of excitement.”

His eyes drift down. “I can tell.”

You take a big breath, looking away from him. “Do you have something I could borrow?”

“Like what?”

“Like, a shirt?”

Steve blinks, looking sad. “Oh. Yeah, yeah, prob’ly.”

As you walk behind him to his room, you decide you’ll throw him a bone whenever the opportunity arises. You certainly can’t have him thinking you don’t like his attention. You watch him clumsily rifle through his closet before he finds a black sweater that’ll match your skirt well enough.

It makes you dizzy how it smells like him, even freshly laundered. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” Steve simply stands in front of you, hands on his hips, lips pulled in tight. Looking at you like he’s thinking really hard.

You bite your lip, heartbeat fastening again. You turn from him to place the shirt on his bed, which seems to snap him out of whatever stupor he’s in. He clears his throat and turns to leave, but you call after him.

“Steve?”

He turns, brows furrowed. “Yeah?”

You inhale deep before slowly peeling your shirt off of you. Taking your time, letting it catch on the curve of your breasts. You let it slip to his floor and you continue watching him. Watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, his nostrils flaring, chestnut eyes staring right at your bra-clad chest. You’re so hot you’re beginning to sweat - and then you reach behind you to unclasp your wet bralette.

Steve’s jaw drops comically slow as it joins your shirt on the floor. You can’t help but to smile.

“What do you think?” you ask quietly.

He shakes his head slowly. “Think you’ve been holdin’ out on me.”

You press your tits together with your arms as you shrug at him, turning around to fetch the sweater he’s given you. You figure it’ll be enough for him to know you’re wearing his shirt, chest bare underneath, but then he says, “Your skirt is wet, too.”

You don’t turn to look at him as you grab the fabric, leaning forward for it. “Don’t suppose you have one for me to borrow?”

You didn’t even hear him walking up behind you. You’re suddenly pressed into the bed, his hand pushing down on the space between your shoulder blades to keep you against the mattress. Your breath hitches, stomach flipping. You feel how hard he is against your ass, and he grinds once before sliding down to kneel behind you.

“What are you doing?” you breathe.

“Checkin’ out the damage.” His hands push your skirt up, up, up, until it rests above your ass. You feel his breath fanning across the back of your thighs. “Y’know,” he continues casually, “since you said you’re wet.”

Your breaths turn shallow. Steve’s hands, warm and soft, run up the backs of your thighs slowly. You part them for him. Heat rushes to your face when he laughs behind you, but he doesn’t say anything. Must just be overjoyed that you’re letting him do this.

His hands move to your hips, squeezing them slightly before tucking his fingers under the waistband of your underwear. You’re so dizzy it almost makes you sick - but you wait patiently as he slowly pulls them down.

“Oh, you weren’t kidding,” he observes quietly. Lets your underwear hang around your knees. “All this for me?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Been - you’ve been working me up for weeks.”

“I know.”

You want to call him a bastard, but you’re stunned into silence when he parts your folds. The sound it makes is embarrassing to you, but Steve coos at it. “You’ve got such a pretty pussy. Knew you would.”

You exhale shakily. “Steve….”

“Fucked my fist to it,” he admits. “But I didn’t think it’d be so tiny.”

And then one of his fingers presses against your hole. Just enough. You short circuit, electric running through you, knees going weak. Steve’s free hand steadies them, fingers splayed out along your skin.

“Can you even get any fingers in here?” he mumbles. Circles your little hole, your eyes crossing. “Know your hands are so tiny, too.”

“No,” you force yourself to say. “Not really.”

He sounds contemplative. “Just one of mine would split you in two.”

His finger trails down, resting at your swollen clit for a few short moments before he pulls away, yanking your underwear back up.

You feel more than upset. Devastated that he’s pulled away. You want to grab him, cunt hurting from the teasing with no relief.

“Steve-“

“You know I don’t fuck without a date first,” he grins. As if he didn’t just ruin your life with whatever that was. Like he didn’t just turn you into his cock-dumb whore. Jesus Christ, if he told you to spend the rest of the night topless, you would. “So here’s what’s gonna happen, okay?”

Then he’s back, leaning over you, pushing you into his bed. His cock really straining against his jeans while he presses into your ass. He puts his lips right up against your ear. “You’re gonna get dressed ‘nd we’re gonna party, ‘kay? Then tomorrow I’m gonna pick you up and take you for breakfast.” He ruts himself into you and you moan. “Sorry, sweetheart. ‘m usually a dinner guy but I can’t wait that long to have you. How’s nine sound?”

“You… there’s n-no way you’re going to be up at nine.”

He scoffs. “‘ve got an alarm clock.”

You press your ass back into him. “You’ll forget.”

“Haven’t forgotten you so far.” Grinds against you again.

“You remember when you’re sober?”

“Honey. You’re all I’ve been able to think about.”

Then he’s off of you, leaving your tits pressed to his mattress, overwhelmed. He walks towards his desk while you desperately try to stand - your legs are still shaking. Your fingers curl around his sweater just as he comes back, arm marked up with a pen.

BREAKFAST AT 9 WITH HOTTIE :)

“See? Won’t forget.”

You’re still not so sure - you’ll have to wait and see. As you finally start pulling his sweater on, he grabs your bra, tucking it into his back pocket. “I’ll wash it for you,” he says, patting it.

“Yeah? After you cum in it?”

Steve smiles deviously. “You wanna watch me do it?”

When’s it gonna be my tuuuurn

guys i think we’re underestimating how caring steve would be in a relationship. that boy has so much love to give but no one seems to accept it. like if you start dating he’s definitely worshipping the ground you walk on.

you want flowers? he's getting you one everytime he walks by a flower shop or picking flowers whenever he sees one.

you want some treats? he has acquired 89 chocolate bars and even some pastries from the local coffee shop you love.

you are late to somewhere? he's your personal driver from now on. dropping you off and picking you up from EVERYWHERE and he doesn't care if he's busy, he makes time for u!!!!

you wanna watch movies? cool he picked out 6 different movies that he knows you'd love. (even horror movies, he’ll watch most of it behind his hand, but anything to make u happy<3)

you wanna have a cozy day at home? good! he's got some groceries so u guys can cook together and make some delicious food <3

you feel stressed? he has his mouth, fingers and something really… big that can fix that very quickly!!

Summary: Steve playfully throwing you onto the bed and tickling you till he gets a peek at what’s under your skirt, teasingly exploring the area till you take it upon yourself to give him access.

Warnings: oral fem receiving, forced tickling for a second, dirty talk, p in v, cream pie, breeding kink

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem reader

Word count: 875

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With a mischievous grin, Steve playfully tosses you onto his bed, eliciting a burst of giggles from you as your body takes the impact.

“Hey watch it!” you yelped as you tried to wiggle from steve’s grasp

He was relentless, his fingers dancing over your sides, tickling you mercilessly, a mix of yours and his laughter filled the room, mingling with the faint hum of the night just past his open windows.

As you wiggle under his touch, your black skirt finds its way creeping over your waist exposing your thighs, the cool air kissed your now exposed thighs, making you arch your back and press your hips upwards towards Steve.

Seve’s hands stop their assault and in a second his lips are at your thighs, like a hungry animal he teasingly kisses and nips the area, causing you to giggle and squirm even more under him, “what do we have here?” he asks, his hands pushing your skirt up even more, revealing your panties to his hungry gaze, his lips eagerly move to kiss your sopping cunt over your panties, he moves his hands to tickle you some more causing you to let out a bunch of giggles and moans,. Suddenly his hands calmly come to a halt and begin tracing tantalizing patterns up and down your sides and your hips causing you to let out a quiet moan of his name, your fingers grabbing onto his hair as he places kisses on any skin available to him.

But then, as suddenly as it had begun he pulls away, leaving you with a pout on your face, only for it to be quickly replaced by his lips meeting yours, his hands find their way to your head and he brushes his fingers through your hair, it’s then that you find yourself inching your hand down your body, snaking your underwear down your legs and widening your thighs, Steve looks down amused and places another kiss to your lips, a silent invitation that Steve eagerly accepted.

“Want me to taste you huh?” he taunts, your only response is a nod of your head and a small hum, his body moves down so his lips meet your pussy, he doesn’t hesitate to start devouring you, his tongue licking between your folds, gathering all your wetness, the tip of his tongue dauntingly circles your clit causing you to once again lift your hips as you arched into his touch due to the overwhelming sensation.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, his tongue massaging at the same time as he rolls the sensitive bud between his soft lips, your hands uncontrollably grabbing fist fulls of his hair causing him to moan into your pussy, the vibration boosting your arrival even more.

“Taste so fucking good” Steve manages to push out between groans “you like when i’m like this, don’t you?…fuck” he groans into your cunt, licking at your pussy, the pleasure drunk haze you’re in leaves you dumb and unable to say anything in response, only pretty little sounds leave your lips, one of which was Steve’s name. Your vision blurred as you became a moaning mess, your orgasm washing over you in one big wave, cumming all over Steve’s tongue.

You don’t even realize it till you’ve finally and fully come down from your orgasm, Steve hovering over you the bulge in his boxers evident as it pokes at your entrance while he kisses down your neck, you’re quick to help him pull off his boxers, freeing his hard cock. He winced, a mix of pain and pleasure crossing his face as your hand rubbed over his throbbing pink tip.

He’s eager to smash his lips hard into yours, pushing you into the bed, Steve waste no time guiding himself into you, one large hand wrapped around his length as he pushes his cock into your waiting heat, the extend of his large cock stretching your pussy is enough to make you dig your nails into Steve’s back as you suck him in.

“Doing so good taking me like this, fuck…look at you” he gestures between your bodies, his hands cupping your face, “All mine” he grunted out as he began his first thrusts, each one hitting just the right spot to send sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

“I wanna hear you say it” he demands in a low growl, his lips attacking your neck again “mmmm all yours Steve” you mutter out weakly “a-a-all, yours!” you gasp as he increases the pace of his thrusts and finds your clit with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to send a shock of bliss through your legs, causing you to clench down on him.

“Wanna cum in you, that alright?” Steve asks, his free hand finding your plump tits through your shirt giving them a squeeze, once again you’re unable to give out a response that’s anything other than a moan or a cry. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? I know you will, fuck i’m close” he answers for you placing a soft kiss to your skin.

Before you know it Steves thrust become slower as he spills his cum as deep as he can inside you, your body clenches around him, desperate to milk every last drop of pleasure from his throbbing cock, your hands clung around his back in a desperate plea to be even closer, leaving crescent shaped marks wherever you touched as you ride through your orgasms together.

Once recovered Steve examines his aftermath, slowly, he drew his cock out of you, watching intently as his sticky cum clung to your skin and seeped out of you, he dipped his tip in the excess and slowly stuffed it back inside your cunt, a subtle moan escaping his lips as he felt the warmth envelope him once more before he withdrawals. With a tender smile he places a soft kiss to your forehead, his fingers trailing gently over your skin as he savored the moment before getting up to clean you off.

me rn: 💦

probably spent way to much time on this

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need to see him in those cowboy boots right NOW