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"what, baby?"

bestfriend!steveharrington x reader

word count: 1.1K words

content warnings: just giggly drunkenness and you and your best friend not knowing what personal space is..

let me know if you guys want a part 2!!!

“hi pretty girl.” steve slurs with a dopey smile, as you stumble over to him.

you giggle, letting him catch you as you pull him into the couch. “hi stevie..” you coo.

“where’ve you been?” he mumbles, shifting so he’s at your side, your leg draped over him.

“mmm- i’s’with eddie..” you slur, as steve pushes your hair behind your ear. “ohhh..” he trails off, letting his eyes drift down to your lips. you giggle and lean in, pressing your cheek against his as you wrap your arms around him and robin calls your name.

“y/n- woah- look! look look look!” she yells, dragging vickie over to show you that she has arrived.

you wave with a smile, trying to be polite, despite feeling steve’s open mouth on your throat, lips twisted into a smile as he hugs you tightly against him. you feel him laugh against your neck as eddie stumbles over to offer a drink to the new arrival, and you instinctually grab his arm.

“s-steve-“ you breathe. “what, baby?” he smiles. you look down at him and meet his glazed eyes and blown out pupils. “yeah?” he hums.

the tequila catches up to you as you mumble “I wanna kiss you..” an inch away from his open mouth. he groans, his eyebrows furrowing. “aw- you can’t just say that baby..” he shakes his head, but doesn’t stop inching even closer.

“mmm.. but I wanna-“ “I know I know.. me too- but I can’t- we can’t-“ he cuts himself off.

you pout, pushing your bottom lip out, and feel him harden under your leg. “alright- up…” he shakes his head, patting your hip. your jaw drops open as he starts to move towards the opposite side of the couch.

“wha- steve!” you whine, not caring how desperate you might look.

“we’re not- not doin this- we’re drunk-“ he tries to rationalize out loud. you huff but back off a little, knowing he’s right.

“what if we kissed when we were sober?” you suggest. he looks at you for a minute. “that’s not- you would still wanto?” he slurs. you nod instantly. “wanna do a lot with you..” you smile, pushing your lips into his neck, not quite kissing him.

his breathing picks up and you feel him groan softly. “y’gotta st-fuck..” he whimpers, pushing himself further into your touch. “just one..” you plead.

he sighs, pulling you on top of him. you giggle and throw your arms around his neck. “hi..” you breathe, resting your forehead against his. “hey..” he smiles. “we shouldn’t do this..” you admit, coming to your senses for just a second before sinking into him again. the corner of his mouth turns up a little. “yeah no- def- definitely shouldn’t..” he trails off, as your lips ghost over his.

“makes me wanna do it m-“ he cuts you off with his lips against yours and you moan softly before kissing him back.

he grabs at your back and you tangle your hands in his hair, making him quickly pull back. “mm.. y-cant..” he winces, making you giggle as you pull him in for another kiss and feel him get harder against your inner thigh.

“fuck..” you whimper softly, making him groan into the kiss.

“woah! what do we have here!!” eddie yells, snapping you out of it as he sits down right on the arm of the couch. steves head falls back and he shuts his eyes tight as he lets his hands fall to your waist.

he's a sight for sore eyes. his lips swollen and red and his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath that you stole.

eddie’s eyebrows are raised and his mouth hangs open as he looks between the two of you.

“wow harrington, never thought you’d actually grow the balls.” he teases. you open your mouth to make an out of pocket, alcohol-induced comment about how his ball’s definitely grew, but steve quickly slaps a hand over your mouth, as if reading your mind.

he gives you a look and you giggle, sinking into his chest. he lets his arm wrap around you and the two of you look up at eddie, who was even more shocked than before.

“aw.. well I’m happy for you two lovebirds.. make sure I’m invited to the wedding..” he winks before hopping up and leaving you alone.

you glance down at steve, who is still catching the last of his breaths.

“y’in there?” you ask softly. he nods, looking up at you. “mhm just- thinking..” he mumbles. you gasp. “steve harrington? thinking??” you tease. he glares at you and starts to throw you off of him. “no no no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” you giggle, clinging onto him as he brings you back into his lap. he’s smiling now and you sit up a little to get a good look at him.

“what’re you thinking about?” you ask genuinely.

“you.” he answers immediately.

“what about me?” you push a little more. “nothin in particular.. just always thinking about you..” he admits easily. your heart jumps but you try not to show it. “oh yeah?” you smile. he nods before subtly trying to pull you closer.

“aww does stevie wan’another kiss?” you coo. he rolls his eyes but still pulls your neck down to him in a bruising kiss. you smile against his lips and try to get even closer to him.

“steve I want- mmm..” you cut yourself off, knowing you were probably going too far. he pulls away to hear you out. “whatdya want baby?” he asks softly. you groan softly at the nickname.

“want you..” you look down at your lap, scared to meet his eyes.

“y/n..” he groans, his voice getting lower. you quickly meet his eyes to find them dark, his pupils taking them up. “m’sorry..” you apologize. “mm mm baby- don’t apologize.. want you too, s’just- we’re way too drunk to make decisions like that..” he explains. you know he’s right but you still tease him a little.

“what’re you talkin about? m’not drunk..” you giggle, sinking your face into his neck and placing a kiss there. he smiles, making his jaw tense up. “yeah me neither..” he chuckles, as you finally roll off of him. his hand follows you and comes to a rest on your thigh when you settle next to him.

“m gonna go get some water.. y’want some?” you ask, starting to stand up.

“sure.. y’tryin to sober up for me?” he smirks as you start to walk away.

you shake your head and smile at him. “just trying to put some distance between us!” you call before turning and heading for the kitchen.....

dreaming of late spring/early summer with steve harrington <3

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

Master list:

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.

Master list:

han, can we please talk about cockwarming steve because jesus christ, i can't get the thought of it out of my head. I just want to get on his lap while he's watching tv on the couch and beg him to slip it in and just bury my face in his neck for however long he wants to keep me sat there, being all sweet by stroking my back but also being a fucking menace by thrusting up from time to time

AUURYEGEGEHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🫣

steve’s all, “can you be good for me?” and gripping your ass and thighs and telling you to be still for him. that the point is to just warm his cock, not ride it. but he fills you up so good when you sit down, cock stretching you beyond your limits, and you have to literally just sit there and take it.

he’s watching a new movie. (he is never invested in movies unless it’s helping him get laid). and every time you whimper he shushes you and rubs your back. presses those plush lips against your ear. “c’mon, baby, just gotta sit still and be quiet ‘nd pretty for me, okay?”

and just when you’re settling, just when you’ve gotten used to him being inside of you, just when you’re being good, he starts thrusting up into you. slow, shallow strokes while his hands find your plush hips. lazy, like he’s doing it absentmindedly. you cry and whine his name but he doesn’t even look at you - though he absolutely does hear you. just keeps watching his movie, fucking up into you until he gets hard again and then stopping.

“you can wait ‘til the movie’s done, can’t you?” he asks when you get real needy. when you start getting tearful. “only another half hour, honey, and then i’m all yours.”

of course, you temp him. sucking hickeys into his neck and tugging his hair gently. makes him fuck you again, a groan slipping from his lips while he calls you needy. the noise of his dick sheathing itself inside of you is so loud it’s embarrassing.

and when the credits roll, you’re so relieved. but then steve yawns, tries to hide a smirk, and says, “i’m real tired, honey. how about you keep my cock warm while we sleep, huh?”

the only good thing about it is when you wake up to him fucking you.

“You good down there, pretty girl?” Steve coos sweetly, a buttery candied tone that disputes the brutal snap of his hips, large hands enveloping your wrists crossed over your chest. His weight is heavy on your ribs, skin squeezing red raw and the threat of future bruising already blooming under his crushing fingers.

Your head is tipped back at the edge of his bed, and Steve’s throbbing cock is stuffed so far down your throat that any answer you could possibly give is just another pathetic wet whimper, spluttering around his length to choke out obscene reams of sticky saliva. He knows that, revels in the fact, threatening to burst his bottom lip that is latched between his top row of pearly whites.

“Fuucckk” he drawls crudely, a feral sort of sound that has your neglected clit throbbing in perfect torturous synchronism with his unforgiving thrusts.

“You love taking me like this, don’t you?” he laughs, one sinister and somewhat cruel, and you’re squeezing your thighs together and rutting where you need him the most against nothing. It’s almost too much to bear, glassy eyes rolling to the back of your head as your brain swims with that familiar staticky warmth.

“Look at that pretty little throat” Steve cups your wrists with one hand now, ensuring to keep you planted exactly where he needs you. The other encircles your spent neck, right over the lewd bulge that his girth stretches and stretches and stretches some more. You don’t get to breathe until his say so, not when he’s wallowing in such intoxicating euphoria.

“Stretched so fucking wide for me. So fucking good” you can hear the grit of his teeth, picturing the protruding veins in his neck throbbing with hot blood, and the blissful strain painting his beautiful features.

Poor Steve had been wound so tight these past couple days. Working overtime and double shifts, both passing ships in the night with barely any opportunity to give the other a kiss on the forehead, let alone be intimate.

“Missed you. Missed this” he groans with a ragged breath, a particular sharp roll of his hips has your stomach retracting in a dramatic gag. Hair stuck to the beads of sweat stippling his forehead, mouth taking form of a sweet little ‘o’ when you attempted to swallow around him, a completely involuntary action that has you thrashing your legs.

“Hang on, honey. I’m so fucking close, gonna cum. You ready? Take it all f’me, angel. Show me how good you are”.

You couldn’t even register the flood of Steve’s release, bleary eyes streaming white hot tears that coated Steve’s bedroom carpet beneath you. Your hair was mussed, the majority tangled in spit strings as if you had been caught in a thunderstorm.

“Atta girl, atta fucking. girl.” Another brutal slam of him hips, heavy balls cutting off any chance of air supply through your nose as Steve buries himself into you, vision sparkling with black spots and the blood rushing ruthlessly to your head.

Steve released your hands then and you had to push the man away from you by the thighs before you passed out, his cock still connected to your puffy lips with frothy buntings of drool.

Steve’s hand is pushing back your hair once you’re on all fours, coughing hoarsely and throat ripped to complete shreds. Though you lent into the touch, the gentle scrape of his nails at your scalp, down your reddened cheeks to cup your chin, titling your watery gaze up to his own.

“Such a good job, my angel. Now let me take care of you”.

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just a little something bc i’m feral feral feral for my steve rn 😩🤭