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perv!steve harrington x fem!reader

i haven’t written perv!steve in a while so here are some crumbs ♡

cw : smut 18+, unprotected sex, somno, breeding kink

waking up in the middle of the night to steve pumping his cock inside of you and you haven’t even registered what’s happening before he notices that you’ve stirred awake. he uses his weight to pin you down and before you can say anything he shushes you and gets close enough to your ear that it sends a shiver down your spine. in a hushed tone he reassures you “it’s okay baby. you’re doing so good for me. go back to sleep, i’m gonna take care of you and fill you up. i love you so much.” he then kisses the tip of your nose. you’re so sleepy and his cock is so warm inside of you, it’s not hard to fall back asleep. when you wake up in the morning there’s an ache between your legs and you can feel where steve’s cum has leaked out of your cunt onto the mattress. you turn your head to see steve beside you passed out from spending the night stuffing you full of his seed.

NSFW Alphabet | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

As promised, here is Steve's NSFW Alphabet. I don't usually write this kind of stuff, but I put some effort into it ❤.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Steve would be deeply concerned, especially the first night. He would be nervous, asking immediately after catching his breath how you were doing and if he hurt you. He would carefully clean you up and cover you with a blanket so you wouldn't get cold, then wrap his arms around you and give you a gentle kiss on the cheek accompanied by "I love you, honey".

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think it's more than obvious that his favorite part is his hair. He likes to keep it impeccable, except during the nights when it gets.... out of control more than usual. He loves it when you mess up and pull hard on his hair, even if it hurts a little.

His favorite part of you is your eyes. Steve loves to love and loves even more to be loved, that's why, every time he sees your eyes darkened with desire and love, he can't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart that lets him know you're the one.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Steve always tries to take you to the top first. He doesn't do it as a matter of pride, he just wants to make you feel special, to make every second that passes so pleasurable that you are unable to hold on and explode in a sense of ecstasy that is almost blinding.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Your first time was in Steve's car. You had both been dating for months, and had been having such sexual tension for over two weeks that you were both too desperate to be able to hold out until Steve's house. It was late at night and you were late for a meeting with Robin and Eddie, but neither of you really cared, not when Steve was too busy sticking his hand up your skirt.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As everyone here knows, Steve is a very experienced man. You were definitely not his first girl, but I assure you that every second with him felt like it was. Every kiss, touch and caress felt like the first, and when was the first time Steve had really been with a woman for love? For both of you it felt like the first time, and Steve won't be ashamed to say that it was because you were both yours first real love.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position would be the miner. He likes to look into your eyes at all times; to see your expressions, the mess of your hair spread out on his pillows, your fists clenched on either side of your head, your mouth ajar, moaning so sensually that his head goes crazy. Yes, it's definitely her favorite.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

The first few times he tried to be seductive, serious, but after so much time together and feeling completely confident, he is not afraid to make jokes with a double meaning. No doubt he will love to joke with you and be able to kiss your smile every time he makes you smile. Deep inside he knows that the jokes are just for that, so he can see your beautiful lazy smile.

H = Hour (What time do they prefer to have sex?)

Without a doubt, I think his favorite time would be just as the sun begins to set. The orangey yellow tones would give his such a romantic and sensual touch that would set the perfect mood for a seductive night with the person he has loved the most, you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It would depend a lot on his mood. He'd definitely be romantic most of the time; he'd kiss all over you, smile against your skin and move just the way you like it, without getting rough. But -and yes, there is a but- I also think that, if you just got out of an argument and decide to have "make-up sex", he would be much rougher, obviously stopping if it bothers you -although that doesn't happen much-, he would be more passionate, squeeze your thighs, bite your collarbone, all to vent his anger and passion, and that you do the same with him, of course.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does he masturbate? Totally, much more often than he would like to admit. Would he tell you it's because of you and your pictures? Not at all. He has some somewhat... compromising pictures of you, they were a special gift you gave him as a joke on one of his birthdays, but he never admitted he liked them so much, nor how much he used them to reach his limit. It would be a secret he would take to his grave, or so he hoped.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Without a doubt the Praise Kink and the Breeding Kink. He loves to praise you, make you feel as special as he can, it's his way of reminding you that you are the most beautiful woman he has ever met, he won't hesitate to tell you that every chance he gets -especially when he's lungeing-. Ever since he started dating you he's made it clear that he's been on the fence about wanting kids, but he never knew that breeding would be his thing until you offered it to him. The thought that you might have a child because of this made him more and more excited, and you loved that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Although he loves to do it in his bed because of the comfort, his favorite place is his car. It's small, so you need to be practically glued to each other, every move is one more close-up. Plus, it's the perfect excuse to make you ride him in the driver's seat, and that definitely gets him off his rocker.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The skirts or shorts. It's kind of like a code between you. He knows that if you wear these things it's because you want to go further, and he won't hesitate for a second to please you, even if you do this to provoke him in the middle of a crowd.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

One thing I don't think he would ever do would be to demean you. Steve is someone who loves with all his heart, someone who has suffered so many losses that the mere thought of you leaving him would hurt. For that very reason I think he would never treat you like a "slut" or "bitch" during sex, on the contrary, I think he would treat you like a fucking Goddess or queen, which is how he sees you and believes you deserve to be treated.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both. He likes to watch you try to take it all in and, realizing you can't, take the rest in your hand, frowning slightly every time you realize it's really too big. But no doubt he also loves to give them; whenever he does he stares at you, he's so attentive and you so on top that you don't notice how he gives you a look as dark as night.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It is usually, as I said before, slow and sensual. He always wants to hit that spot that makes your whole body tremble with pleasure. But there are always nights when, almost unconsciously, he ends up being much rougher and faster, so much so that you even went so far as to break the back of your bed a little on one of those occasions.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like them that much, mainly because he loves to take his time with foreplay, although he would never say no to one. Normally the "quikies" happen just before some meeting or celebration where both should be. No need to clarify that neither could resist seeing how you were dressed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes to experiment as long as you agree. He's not someone who does a lot of research on the subject, he likes to be more spontaneous, so most of the time you're the one who brings the subject to the table. On more than one occasion you have tried softer things like role-play, even sensitive restraint, and Steve can say if nothing else that he wouldn't mind trying new things if they can be this exciting.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can certainly last a long, like, long time, but he rarely reaches his limit. And the thing is, after so long having so many girls, his desire has been a little too high, and although you've never judged that, it's true that he's a little tricky when it comes to having sex, he's too active - and you love that, even if you don't say so-.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Steve doesn't have toys for himself, but for you? Oh, of course he does, and several. You gave him the idea as a joke, but it got his attention so much that he couldn't help but buy a toy or two. After seeing your reaction to them he ended up buying a large collection of them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It only does it when you are in the "rough" nights. He teases you so much that you cry with pleasure without even having him inside you. He only needs a few minutes, your underwear off and his fingers to tease you properly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Steve doesn't moan loudly, the sounds he makes are more like grunts. They are soft and low, so low at first that, if he wasn't grunting against your ear, you'd never hear it. As he gets to the top those grunts get louder and louder, until they become a low, pleasurable moan that sends an electric current through you every time it leaves his lips.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The first time you asked him to practice breeding Kink was so nervous that he stuttered all night long. It was the first and last time you saw him act almost submissive.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Well, besides having a well-crafted body, moles everywhere -which you love to kiss during sex- and slightly tanned, flawless skin, he also has a pretty big member. I'm not kidding when I say that rumors about him spread after the two of you started dating.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As I said before, his sexual desire is high, but he knows how to handle it. He would never do anything you wouldn't want, so most of the time he just waits for you to come on to him or just gives you very direct hints about what he wants. You rarely refuse, but when you do he just sticks to you and cuddles you to sleep.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time he falls asleep after about ten minutes, during which time he cleans up, tidies up a bit and covers you with the sheets. After that he ends up so exhausted that he just lies down and falls asleep.

Masterlist

Study night | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader.

A/N: I'm sorry for not making progress on Titanic's AU and Psycho's AU, the second one is already finished, but I don't feel like posting it yet 🫠. In the meantime I bring this, which is smoother.

You're preparing for a math test, and your boyfriend can't help but want to help you, of course, but not before setting a couple of rules to make studying more "fun".

Warnings: Implication of smut, Fluff, and nothing else, as I said, it's very light.

Words: 494

I stared at Steve, my eyebrows drawing together between my brows in confusion.

"Are you sure? I could have sworn that was the right answer," I muttered, bringing my hand to the top buttons of my shirt.

"I'm sure," he nodded slightly, shifting his gaze from my hands to my face, "but don't worry, we can go back and study as many times as you want".

A soft smile formed on his face, his cheeks tinged a faint shade of pink. I nodded quickly, hoping I could learn the answers well and have a good grade for my exam tomorrow.

"Steve, you're so cute," I finished unbuttoning my shirt, setting it aside next to my pants and socks. "I don't know what I would do without you".

He shook his head, his smile quivering for an instant. I watched as he set the card aside and read the next question.

"How much is the square root of one divided in two?" He glanced sideways at me, his fingers fiddling with the tip of the card.

"Zero point five or one half," I waited patiently for him to give the final verdict, keeping an eye on his movements.

"Right, honey," he smiled big again, stretching his arms out toward me. "Come here".

I walked on my knees, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I was in my underwear, Steve wasn't; I was supposed to kiss him, but there was almost no fabric to rest my hands on.

"Steve," I circled his waist with my arms, watching him inch closer, "you don't need to do that if you don't feel comfortable".

He let out a laugh, slipping his arm around my back and holding my cheek with his other hand.

"You're so cute," he left a brief kiss on my nose, smiling hugely, "so much so that I feel guilty".

Before I could ask, he pressed our lips together, kissing me slowly. His thumb traced invisible circles on my cheek, while his other hand moved up my arm, tickling me.

"Steve, wait," I laughed, trying to keep his hand away so I wouldn't start a laughing fit.

He took that moment to deepen the kiss. The hand that had come up to my arm took my wrist gently, starting to lean closer and closer to me.

Almost instantly I felt the cool sheets bump against my back, Steve's hands holding mine on either side of my head.

"Steve," I murmured, tilting my head to the side so I could kiss him more easily, "we have to study".

"Mhm," repeated short kisses began to spread across my lips, combined with light giggles from either of us. "The best way to study is to put it into practice, honey".

"I have to study math, not biology," I laughed, watching as he pulled away long enough to see my face.

"Everything in this life has math," a mischievous grin formed on his face, "Do you want me to prove it to you?".

Masterlist

Yes, just yes

aftercare stevie

this blog us 18+ minors DNI or I will tell your parents!!!

So we all remember how s1 Stevie falls asleep right after sex with Nancy right? Well that was when he was in his ‘king Steve’ era, when he was a douchebag that didn’t care about any girls feelings. All he wanted was to keep his dick wet, and he looks back at his past self and cringes because he was such a jerk.

That was before Steve met you.

Now when you and steve are finished, whether it’s hours and hours of soft and delicate love-making or him taking you on every surface possible, in every position possible, having his way with you and pounding in you like it was his last day on earth, he will always take care of you after.

It doesn’t matter if your hips are sore from their position over his shoulders for hours or if you have bruises and red marks from his slaps to your skin with his hand or something harder, he will always treat you the same.

When you’re both coming down from your highs, he will look into your eyes and smile softly. He presses the softest kiss to your lips and nuzzles his face into your sweaty neck. “Oh my angel,” he breathes out, “I love you so much.” You smile and tell him the same, calling him either ‘handsome’ or ‘pretty boy’ or something along those lines which make his cheeks turn pink. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you even closer to him. The two of you stay cuddling, rubbing your hands over each others backs and caressing each others faces, smiling like fools the entire time.

Once you can finally feel your legs again, after minutes or hours in each others embrace, he’ll slowly slip out of you with a groan, feeling you clench around him to try to savor every last second of that full feeling you get when he’s inside you. He stands up, sometimes on shaky legs, and goes into the bathroom, returning with a warm wash cloth and cleans up your thighs and folds. Your legs tremble once the wash cloth catches on your clit, not quite ready for any more stimulation this soon after. You give him a weak smile and he gazes at you as if you hung the moon, the sun, and all the stars in the sky.

When he’s finished cleaning you he wipes himself off with the same cloth and fetches you a glass of water, which he makes you drink the majority of (“that took a lot out of you, sweetie. We need to make sure that you’re hydrated”). Sometimes if you’re particularly shaky he will get you a snack and make you eat while he strokes you hair. He then gets up, telling you he will be back in a few seconds when you whine (but secretly blushing at how you don’t want to spend a moment apart from him) and starts the water in the bathtub. He comes back not even a minute later and picks you up, but not before pressing a long kiss to your forehead. You gaze up at him lovingly, in awe of the way Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington takes such good care of you. All the stories you heard in the girls bathroom seem like a completely different man from the one who is carrying you right now.

He sets you down on the toilet instructs you to pee so you don’t get a UTI, stepping out to give you privacy but sometimes you can’t even stand to be away from him for that long.

When he comes back in the bathroom, you admire his physique: strong arms, hairy chest, thick thighs, freckled skin. He takes notice of your gawking and blushes, flitting his eyes downward, in disbelief a girl like you could be awestruck over a guy like him.

He picks you up and sets you down in the tub that is now full and shuts off the water, stepping in to sit behind you. You lean back against his warm chest and sigh in contentment, reveling in the warm feeling radiating throughout your body. He presses kisses to the side of your head and neck, scooping up some water in his hand and pouring it over your arms and chest to keep you warm. He wraps his arms around you, murmuring into you hair how perfect you are and what a good girl you are for him. “You’re my angel,” he whispers into your ear. “My sweet, perfect angel. I love you more than anything in this world.”

Steve knows his sweet nothings can sometimes rile you up again, so he lets his fingertips trail down your body with a smug grin on his face. Sometimes, he knows you’re spent and just spends his time soothingly running his hands along your body. But this time, this time he can tell by your quivering he’s getting you worked up again.

He gropes your breasts with each of his hands and massages them, maybe giving your nipples the softest tug from time to time. You roll your head back, exposing your neck to him, silently asking him to give it attention with his lips. Of course he complies, kissing, nipping, and suckling even more marks into your skin. “Sweet girl,” he groans into your neck. “You up for one more, baby?”

You whimper and nod your head as his right hand makes its way down to your sex, spreading your lips with his fingers and tickling your clit with his middle fingertip. Your knees shake in their place bent on either side of the tub. His finger circles your clit as you whimper, the stimulation too much from all the hours of abuse it already endured, but also not enough. He dips down to collect some of your slick to rub you easier. His other hand traces around your hole, dipping in slightly every so often but mainly trying to give your poor little pussy a break. You whither as he continues, arching your back when lifts his lips from your neck to your ear, continuing to praise you with his sweet words.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. So perfect.”

“You feel good, sweetheart? Am I making you feel good?”

“I love you so much, angel. I love your body. I love the sounds you make just for me.”

“You’re so good for me, honey. You’re doing such a good job letting daddy me make you feel good.”

When he feels your legs clench and tighten in place, he moves his finger in quicker circles on your clit. He tells you to let go for him, that you’ve done such a good job, that he’s gonna help you through it. Each kiss he places to your cheek between his words sends you closer and closer to the edge until finally, finally one flick to your button tips you over.

You’re whining and convulsing around him, clamping his hand between your thighs to keep the pleasure there. You don’t ever want this feeling to end. You don’t think you can ever get enough of your Steve.

He continues to draw lazy circles until you cry out, too overstimulated from the multiple orgasms he’s given you that day to handle any more. He praises you, calling you his angel, his good girl, his one true love and his best friend. You’ve been so good for him, given him everything and continue to make him feel like the luckiest boy in the world.

After a few minutes of silence, he knows you’re beginning to tire and gets your loofah to get you cleaned up. He pours your favorite lavender body wash on it and begins rubbing it along your arms. You start to stir out of your post-orgasmic haze. “Shhh,” he coos. “Just relax. Just let me take care of you.”

You lean back while he descends the loofah down your chest, down each of your legs to the bottoms of your feet and back up again. He rinses the soap from your body and picks up the unscented bar of soap to lather up in his hand and wash between your folds. You mewl when his hand starts to clean you, to which he shushes your cries with his lips. “I know, honey. I know it hurts. Just let me clean you up, okay?” Once he’s rinsed you, he helps you stand and wraps a fluffy towel around your shivering body. While he’s drying himself off, you can’t help but lean into his big chest to try to steal some of his warmth.

He picks you up again and carries you into the bedroom where he dresses you in one of his clean shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. He notices your cold feet as he’s helping you into your shorts, so he walks over to the dresser and gets out a pair of fuzzy socks for you. With each sock he puts on you, he presses a kiss to the top of your foot, trying to trap the warmth of his mouth into your cold skin forever.

He dresses himself in a pair of boxers only and gets under the covers with you, tucking the blanket under your chin. He reminds you again how perfect you are and how you did so well for him. You slowly start to drift off to sleep in the warmth of Steve’s arms, feeling more cared for than you ever have before.

a/n: I don’t know how we ended up here 🤡 this was supposed to be an aftercare only blurb but I derailed somewhere along the way after looking at too many pictures of SH. hope you enjoyed!!

So excited 💕

All I Really Want Is You

older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader chap ten/ten - a slow burn series of blurbs -

Baby, I’m Yours

summary: A sleepless night brings you back to where it all began.

wc: 8k

warnings: 18+ for the softest of smut.

author’s note: I know we still have the epilogue but I can’t believe we’re actually here at the end of their story. Thank you to all of you that spent your summer reading about Steve and his Tough Girl, this has been such a journey for me as a writer with a lot of challenges but I’m so thankful I did it. Truly writing about these two and talking about it with you guys was the highlight of my summer. From the bottom of my heart, thank you 🧡

🌇 <- chapter nine

The Masterlist / The Playlist / The Tune:

Beginning of August

Steve had been gone for a week and a half and it felt more like a lifetime to you, but it wasn’t for the lack of communication. If Steve wasn’t calling you he was texting you, sending you pictures of his lunch no matter how lame you told him it was. By day three you were sending him a picture of your own with a loud sigh and a roll of your eyes. His enthusiastic response of ‘That looks good baby!!’  had made you squirm in your seat with hot cheeks huffing the word “pathetic” to yourself, but that didn’t stop you from doing it again the next day. 

It was FaceTime calls of Peach telling Steve to turn the camera around, always too busy looking at you and telling you how pretty you are to notice his was pointed towards a wall. Or the one time it was pointed at Eddie who sat in front of him making a suggestive ‘cumming’ face to tease him, the camera flipped immediately when he heard you giggle. Steve scolded his cackling friend with an ‘honestly, I hate you’ before taking you to another room, apologizing profusely with blush visible on his cheeks.

It was the small bits of time in between text messages and phone calls that made it drag. The quiet evenings without Bandit’s excited bark from the front yard, the low simmer that’s always in your gut from the possibility of running into him any time you come and go, is gone with the man and his dog. It’s just enough time for seeds of doubt to creep in. The newness, the anxiety of it all.

The bright red numbers on the clock above your stove read 2:13am - three days until Steve gets home and tonight you can’t sleep. Quietly thanking whatever gods there are for your day off tomorrow, well - today. 

Your apartment smells like Clorox, lavender, and lemon. The wood floors sparkling just like your kitchen countertops. Cleaning everything you could touch has kept you busy, but it doesn’t make you any more tired than when you’d started. Your intrusive thoughts and daydreams are going a mile a minute:you didn’t get your usual good night call from him. The rational side of you knows that one missed phone call doesn’t mean anything, but the irrational side decided you don’t  need to rest.

The full trash bag next to your front door taunts you, just like the promise you made Steve about taking it out late at night months ago. The fact that it’s the last thing left to do makes it that much harder to walk away from. Gnawing at the side of your cheek you decide not to, he’s not even home to catch you.

The moon’s blue glow illuminates your path while the skyline of the city sparkles below it. The tall buildings shimmer in a way that takes attention from the stars in the cloudless night sky. You can feel how the humidity hangs less thick in the air the more August rolls in. The thin material of your tank top does nothing against the light breeze that makes the bottom of your sleep shorts tickle the tops of your thighs. There’s a chill that didn’t exist before and it makes goosebumps dot across your skin.

Your slides scrape along the gravel from your refusal to fully pick your feet up, and it fights with the sounds of the late Friday night in the distance. You hum a made up tune as the streetlight buzzes above, lifting the lid you jump when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. 

“I thought I told you not to take your trash out in the middle of the night, especially alone, tough girl.” Steve’s voice erupts everything that’s laid dormant inside of you for the past week. Butterflies start to flutter until they’re fighting against your rib cage to get out and your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re smiling before you’ve even turned around.

“Well,” You sigh, dropping your bag in the trash can, “the guy I was supposed to call if I needed anything ditched me for his out of state boyfriend.” Shrugging when you finally let yourself look at him, the view rivals the one that shines bright behind him.

His hair is messy in a way that isn’t purposeful this time, but he looks just as handsome as any other day. The stubble on his jaw is thicker, but not quite like the night he waited at your doorstep, and god, do you want to feel it against your skin. His big arms sit crossed over a broad chest that’s only covered in a gray tank top. The thick patch of hair always half way on display threatens to touch the base of his neck, the bottom of his silver chain disappearing inside of it. 

His freckles are darker now, easier to find from all the sun he got while he was gone and you’re jealous of the hands that got to rub sunscreen on them, even if they were his own. The black basketball shorts on his legs stop in the middle of his thighs, it makes you bite at your lip.The greens and golds in his eyes light a match under your skin with the way he stares at you  — like he couldn’t possibly look away even if he tried.

“My out of state boyfriend huh?” He grins, tightening his hold on his own bag before his Nike slide covered feet crunch against the gravel towards you. His eyes catch the dainty silver still hanging around your neck, the stone shining in the moonlight, and it makes his heart swell. Tossing his trash in after yours, he meets your gaze down the slope of his nose, arching a brow. “What does that make you then?”

He smells like bergamot and cedar, a lingering hint of the cigar he probably smoked in New York still clinging to his hair. The heat coming off his body makes your fingertips buzz, twitching with the need to reach out and just touch him. 

“I dunno, what does that make me, Steve?” It comes out shy, a little above a whisper, a question just for him.

He hums, a low sound that vibrates from deep in his chest while his fingers come up to toy with the stone that dangles just above the dip of your breasts. The tips of them tickling rough against your soft skin. 

“What do you want?” His confident demeanor falters when he asks just as quiet, all the miles and days without seeing each other are affecting him too. He doesn’t tell you that’s part of the reason he booked an early flight home on your day off. 

“I want you.” You don’t hesitate when you say it, no pauses for even a second to think of what you want to say. Your hand comes up to wrap around his wrist, the muscles under your palm dance from your simple touch. He wonders if you can feel his pulse.

“You already have me.” He almost wants to laugh until he still sees the same shared doubt  in your eyes. “Haven’t I made that obvious?”

He tugs at your necklace as a reminder, a smile breaking across your face because of it and all he wants to do is kiss you now. Especially when he drops the stone to grab your hand, and after taking just a few steps, you reach up to touch it again — a silent, constant reminder of his confession as you walk towards the wooden gates.

“Wait, why didn’t you tell me you were coming back early?” You pout a little, looking up at him when he stops you both at your backyard. 

“I landed a few hours ago,” He chuckles, his hands finding your hips to pull you to his chest, in love with the way you stand on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck like it’s natural, like it’s second nature to want him close. “I was actually going to surprise you in the morning with breakfast after I picked up Bandit from Nance’s.” 

“Oh yeah?” You grin at the thought of Steve showing up at your front door, that messy head of hair shoved into a baseball cap.

He nudges his nose against yours, the spearmint of his toothpaste fanning cool across your cheeks while your fingers curl into the soft hair at the base of his neck. Tilting your chin so your lips just barely touch, you silently beg him to close the gap. 

“Yeah,” He breathes, hazel eyes clocking the way your lashes flutter against the top of your cheeks. He almost feels bad for teasing, especially when you give his hair a gentle, coaxing tug. “But someone wanted to risk their lives for the sake of taking out the trash. So, surprise, pretty girl, I’m home.” 

His words make your breath catch, and you want to tell him he feels like home more than your real one ever did. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest when his top lip whispers against your still slightly pouted bottom one. You tug at his roots a little harder this time, needier, and you swear a whine tightens at the back of your throat threatening to come out if he doesn’t give you what you want. Please, kiss me.

“Well, good thing you were here to save me.” You giggle against his mouth, and it makes his hands squeeze at your sides a little tighter, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The tip of your nose pushes against the rough stubble on his cheek, “Besides, I missed you, I wouldn’t have wanted to wait ‘til the morning.”

“God, honey. You have no idea how much I missed you.” His face crumples a little at the thought, almost like he forgot for a second you were right in front of him, but when you somehow pull yourself closer, he doesn’t waste anymore time.

The wood is rough when your back hits the gate at the same time his lips finally crash into yours. A week of longing comes out with a sigh. The metal hinges and lock clank loudly together while he steals the breath from your lungs. He coaxes your mouth open with a swipe from his impatient tongue, groaning when you grant him access. You taste just as sweet as he remembers, and he promises himself he’ll never go a day without it again — not if he can help it.  

Your hands get greedy in his hair, bigger handfuls, harsher tugs while your body stays flush against his as he keeps you pinned to the door. It’s all tongue and teeth for a minute, both of you losing yourselves in it for longer than you should. It’s not until a car honks, signaling to any bikers around that it’s popping out of the alley, breaking you two apart. 

Chest heaving and lips swollen, all you want is more.

He laughs to himself pressing his forehead against yours with the kind of smile that makes your knees weak. The tip of his nose touches yours; he’s all wild hair and love sick eyes. You don’t want to be without him tonight. Or ever.

“Come sleepover?”

The question comes out before you can stop it, before you can really register what that invitation might mean for both of you. His eyes widen before they search your face for any kind of regret, his tongue wetting his lips when he doesn’t find it. You twist strands of his honey hair between your fingers, nervously waiting for his response. 

“We - we don’t have to do anything. I just wanna be with you.” You finally whisper, your nerves getting the best of you. He can’t believe you think he’d actually say no.

“Let me shower and get the airport off of me, and then I’d love nothing more than to spend the rest of the night with you baby.” He steals another kiss from your smiling lips, letting you take another one for yourself, groaning at the nip of your teeth on his bottom lip before he finally lets you go. 

Opening the gate for you, he grabs your wrist pulling you back for one more, relishing in the giggle it earns him before he whispers that he’ll be back in fifteen minutes.

It feels like your heart is trying to escape through your chest as you try not to check the time on your phone. Strategically placed candles are the only light in your living room and kitchen, while a dimmed bedside lamp in your room gleams a dark orange with your wax melter. It feels like your apartment is glowing, but it does nothing to relax the nerves that course through your veins as you pace the small space of your room trying to shake them before his inevitable arrival.

Knock, knock, knock

They are quieter than his normal ones, but they make you jump just the same. You shake your hands out, taking a deep breath before you pad barefoot to your front door. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth to try and contain the smile that always grows the first time you lay your eyes on him and his lopsided grin.

“Hey baby.” He greets you in the kind of voice that makes the dough of your thighs press.

His damp hair is pushed back, from what looks like a few quick hands in the mirror. A simple white shirt replaces the tank top from before, fitting loosely across his shoulders, and a soft looking pair of gray cotton shorts cover the tops of his thighs this time. He’s wearing a tan pair of moccasin slippers on his feet that you’ve never seen, and for some reason his exposed ankles make the heat rise to your cheeks while the fresh scent of his pine body wash threatens to take over your senses.

“Hi handsome.” It’s dripping in sugar the way you say it, sweet off your tongue just for him as you open the door wider.

He thinks your apartment smells like peaches and the ocean when you close it behind him. It smells just like you and he feels surrounded by it, intoxicated with it, the way he always wants to be. You watch him take in your apartment like he missed it too, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth when he notices you just cleaned it. He bites back his remark when his eyes meet yours, he can’t bring himself to say it when you’re staring at him from under your lashes with your back pressed to the door all shy like that.

“Don’t be shy, honey,” he extends a big hand out for you to take with soft eyes, “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” copying your line from outside, he wiggles his fingers a little with a smile warmer than the glow of the candles that dance shadows across his sharp jaw and cheek bones, “I just wanna lay with you.”

You don’t hesitate to slip your palm into his, your heart racing when you watch his fingers wrap around you with ease. He pulls you into him, colliding in a mix of  forest and the beach. He keeps a hold of your hand, cupping your cheek with his other one. The pad of his thumb traces over the heated skin, paying extra attention to the soft bag under your eye. You needed sleep.

“Just me and you, that’s all I want, okay?” He reassures you in a voice lower than a whisper. His heart swells when you nod with big glassy eyes, your hand coming to rest on the top of his so you can lean deeper into his touch.Steve’s hazel eyes look to yours, he tilts his head a little bit closer in a silent ask for permission, you push up on your tiptoes to meet him halfway.

He kisses you differently than how he did in the alley, differently than the Fourth of July and the baseball game. He’s gentle, like he’s taking his time with you because he actually has it now, like he’s sure of it. He doesn’t try to deepen it even when they move together like this is what they were always meant to be doing, not even when your top lip catches a little dirty with his bottom. He wants to remember this moment, commit it to memory so that he never forgets what this feels like with you. He kisses you like this until the need for oxygen becomes too much and your feet start to hurt from standing in place for too long.

“Let’s go lay down.” You whisper between bated breaths that mingle with his, your chests heave as he gives you the kind of toothy grin that makes the butterflies wake up again, nodding with a squeeze of your hand.

The hum of A/C and the sounds of your breathing are the only things that can be heard in the low light of your room. Steve’s body lays pressed on top of yours, making himself comfortable between your legs. His head rests on your sternum with a cheek against the soft curve of your tummy. His big hands hold tight to your sides, caging you in – it feels like he’s everywhere and you wouldn’t have it any other way. The weight of him relaxes you into the feathers of your pillows.

Your fingers keep themselves busy buried deep in the thickness of his hair. Still a little damp at the roots, you massage the part of his scalp you know was resting on the hard cushion of the airplane seat, earning you a deep groan that vibrates between your legs. He feels the way they try to close because of it, the sharp intake of breath that you try to hide.

He’d be lying if he said his own body wasn’t reacting being this close to you, especially when the pads of his thumbs caress under the swell of your breasts and there’s no wire of a bra to be found. His eyes roll back as the blunt ends of your nails start to scratch lightly near the nape of his neck, making his fingers squeeze you at the sensation. His face nuzzles deeper into the softness of your stomach, inhaling. You feel the prickle of his stubble through the thin material of your tank top and it makes you giggle. 

Steve doesn’t know how he lasted as long as he did this past week without you. 

He pushes the bottom of your tank top up and tries not to stare at the supple skin exposed to him before blowing a raspberry. It earns an even louder giggle, making your legs bend at the knees, trapping him in between your thighs.

“Steve!” You sound annoyed but the smile on your face gives you away when you go to cover your eyes with the back of your hand. 

“What baby?” He smirks against your skin and feels the way it makes you squirm with a subtle roll of your hips, he’s not even sure you noticed that you did it.

“No…”Your voice trails off when he pushes your shirt up a little higher, his lips getting bolder, addicted to the way you heat up for him with every soft kiss, “No raspberries.” You finally manage, making him chuckle. But that doesn’t stop him continuing on his path.

“I promise I’ll be nice, m’sorry” He mumbles an apology against your skin, basking in the goosebumps it earns him.

He sits back on his knees, thumbs hooking into the bottom of your tank. His eyes meet yours from underneath his lashes and he wishes he could take a picture of the way you look right now.

“Is this okay?” He asks just to make sure, and the nod of your head with heavy lids is enough for him to press a wet kiss on your sternum before pulling the rest of the offending fabric off, throwing it somewhere on your floor. 

Steve forgets how to breathe the moment his eyes land on you, soft curves just begging for his touch. He can’t help himself when he runs his palms up your sides making your nipples pebble when the pads of his thumbs meet the bottom swell of your breasts. You wonder if he can feel the wings under your rib cage.

“God - honey,” Steve’s words get lost on his tongue when you stare up at him with eyes blown out like his, it makes him run a hand down his face like he can’t believe you’re real. “I’m lucky to just be lookin’ at you.”

His praise makes a shy smile push up your cheeks, his own teeth shining in a grin because of it.

“I wanna look at you too.” You whine a little, reaching down between your legs to tug at the cotton of his shirt with a pout.

“Yeah?” Steve asks, bending back down to hover over you. His nose nudges against your cheek before his lips brush yours, smirking when you nod a little desperate against his mouth.

The kiss he gives you lingers, lighting a fire inside of you, the kind that burns at your fingertips, consuming you like it’s wild and it makes you realize it’s never going to be enough. You’re never going to get enough of the man who looks at you like you hung the stars in his sky, like you were the sun that broke through the rain clouds that followed him around. 

His fingers curl at the hem of his shirt, and it feels like he’s moving in slow motion when he pulls it over his head, adding it to the already growing pile on the floor. His muscles twitch under your gaze, his own nerves finally catching up to him when he realizes just how long it’s been since he’s been with someone like this. Pink dusts his cheeks but he doesn’t look away, not when he sees the way your eyes glaze over at the sight. The dark thatch of hair in the middle of his chest looks soft to the touch from his late night shower and it makes your fingers twitch to touch him. 

The silver of his chain gleams like yours in the moonlight that leaks through your curtains and it makes his skin look like it glows. You give in, running your fingertips through the thick happy trail that’s surrounded by another collection of freckles and moles that you feel the need to kiss and you catch the shudder that runs through him because of it.

“You’re so handsome, Steve.” It comes out a little breathless, and it makes the tips of his ears turn pink.

“Thank you, angel.” He tries to hide his bashfulness in a grin and a hand through his hair, bending back down to press a kiss to your collarbone so you don’t see his smile.

He starts a path up your neck, nipping at sensitive skin along the way to your lips, his own butterflies being spurred on by the whimper it earns him. He hovers over you searching your face for any indication to stop but he’s only met with the kind of look in your eyes that almost has him say it.

 ‘I love you’.

He tries to show you by slotting his lips against yours in a hot breath, like a key to its lock. The bed dips on either side of your head when he goes from his palms to his forearms, chest to chest he wonders if you can feel his heart beating just for you tonight.

The feeling of his skin against yours makes every inch of you feel like a livewire, both of you moaning into the kiss like you’ve waited too long for this. Tongues collide messily when he rolls his hips with a purpose. The pointed pressure on your bundle of nerves, has you keening into him. Your hands slide up his chest through the patch of hair you’d been dreaming about for months, before wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. Addicted to the way his hard muscles flex against your soft skin.

Box springs squeak when he lets go of all of his weight, it feels like he’s everywhere and it makes your head spin. Your fingers find their way back into the soft hair at the nape of his neck as you fight for dominance with his lips, trying to convey everything you’re feeling right now because words just won’t work.

Pushing your hips up to meet his in a slow grind, the thin material of his shorts does nothing to hide just how big he really is and it makes everything turn sloppy, teeth scraping together with silk between your fingers tugging at his roots a little mean. He smiles when he pulls away to catch his breath, keeping his forehead pressed to yours. His eyes are as black as the night outside that threatens to give away to the sun in just a few hours, they look at you like he can’t believe you’re real, memorizing every detail of your face like you might disappear if he blinks.

“So pretty.” He murmurs before littering kisses down your body, some sweet and some with a nip of his teeth. 

His eyes meet yours in a silent question of ‘is this okay?’, long fingers curling around the elastic band. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth to hide your shy smile. You nod with a little too much excitement making him smirk before pressing a sweet kiss on the top of your hip, running his nose along the soft your tummy doing it again to the other side.

You hold your breath when he pulls them down your thighs, the tips of his fingers gliding down the sides of your legs as he goes, lips tugging up when you squirm a little because of it. A low groan vibrates from his chest when he realizes you aren’t wearing underwear, glistening with your arousal in the dim light. You’re so wet and all he’s done is kiss you. 

“Baby, baby, baby.” He mutters awestruck by the sight.

A little embarrassed at your body’s reaction, his praise makes your legs try to snap shut but he stops you with a gentle hand on the inside of your knee, spreading them again.

“You’re beautiful, please don’t hide from me.” He begs, taking all of you in again. “So, so, so beautiful, honey.”

His fingers wrap around your ankle, pulling your leg up enough for his lips to kiss the soft skin right above the round bone, his nose skims up your calf to press another one, relishing in the giggle he gets as he keeps on his path to what he really wants. You squeal when he nips at the inside of your knee and you can feel his smirk against your goosebumps. 

Once his kisses get to your thigh, he settles between your legs with his chest to the mattress. It’s hard to remember your own name when he looks up at you through his lashes like that. He hooks your knee over his broad shoulder, his lips dragging a little dirty across your heated skin. He can taste the watermelon that still lingers from his favorite lotion. You were going to be the death of him.

He meets your eyes when he gets high enough for your thigh and hip to connect. Close enough to smell how sweet you are worked up just for him. 

“Can I taste you?” He skims his nose up the plush inside of your thigh when he asks, his eyelids growing heavy just basking in being close to you like this. You could say no, and this would be enough for him but the way you’re already dripping on your sheets makes him insatiable. “You want that?”

You want that?

He watches how your eyes glaze over at his question, the intensity of his gaze makes you want to hide, he was so handsome looking up at you like this. Too bashful to actually say yes, you nod again.

“Can you say it for me?” He squeezes your hip, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles to soothe your nerves like his own weren’t boiling under the surface of his confident demeanor like a volcano ready to explode. 

What if he wasn’t good at this anymore?

“Y- yes, I want you to taste me, handsome you can do whatever you want to me.” The breathy giggle that bubbles passed your lips makes him grin lopsided just how you like, a smugness that wasn’t there before smoldering like a fire in his eyes.

“Yeah? Fuck - Honey, I dream about this.” He groans when he pulls himself closer, the tip of his nose running up your slick folds making you shudder, fingers already tangling in your sheets. “You want me to show you how much I missed you?”

He doesn’t tell you that he’s started to always miss you when you aren’t around.

He accepts your nod this time, your teeth threatening to make your bottom lip bleed when he settles your other leg over his shoulder too, nothing holding him back from you anymore. He takes all of you in with a greedy eyes, his pink tongue darling out to lick his lips when he sees just how much you want this too.

Nothing can prepare you for the first swipe of his flattened tongue between your slick folds, the tip of it catching your clit with just enough pressure for the grip on your sheets to tighten. The butterflies in your rib cage feel like they make their escape in the gasp you let out, his low hum of approval making your toes curl when he does it again. 

“So fucking sweet baby, god of course you are.” 

He doesn’t waste anymore time testing the waters, his self doubt gone with his self control when your hips roll up asking for more. Steve knows now he’ll never say no to you and he’s not shy with the way he buries his face in your pussy. His tongue laps up everything you give him, like he’s hungry with his nose pressed to your bundle of nerves with enough pressure to make your back arch. 

“Ohmygod - Steve.” The moan you let out makes his cock twitch, your fingers reaching down to tangle themselves in his hair, shamelessly pulling him closer. You were better than his dreams.

Your thighs snap closed around his ears after he stops the greedy strokes of his tongue in the tightness of your entrance for his lips to wrap your clit. He sucks with the kind of force that makes your eyes hit the back of your head. His eyebrows marry together when he closes his eyes like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. One of hands leaves the dough of your thighs for his thick index finger to take his tongue's place, collecting the slick from between your folds before pushing one knuckle in. 

It makes you gasp a little breathy as your hips push up for more, and he gives it to you, pushing two more knuckles in and you already feel so full. Your walls constrict, fluttering around his single digit like it’s a stretch and he wonders how you’re going to be able to take him. His own hips rut into the mattress in search of some kind of relief while he sets a steady pace between his mouth and his wrist that has you clenching like you’re about to unravel. 

“You close baby? Wanna show me how good it feels?” His question comes out sloppy against your mound, all the color in his eyes is gone meeting yours from between your legs blown wide. When he adds a second finger, it slides in with ease making your eyes hit the back of your head, a low moan bubbling past your lips. Your toes curl with his fingers, jaw going slack with his name in your mouth like a prayer and he’s scared you’re going to make him cum in his pants again. 

“Just like that, fuck - right there - Steve, Steve, Steeeeeve!” The fingers that are tangled in his hair tug rough, your thighs clamping down hard around his head while your body tries to squirm away to run from the intensity of it all, the stubble on his jaw rubbing you raw when he moves his head from side to side drinking in everything you give him.

His hand on your hip locks you in place while you come undone on his tongue and he swears you taste just like sugar when he buries his face in deeper till you whine, pushing on his forehead to stop, overstimulation winning. Heat floods your cheeks when you see the shine from your slick covering the bottom of his lopsided grin when he finally looks up at you.

“So pretty like this,” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to the inside of your shaking thigh. 

You cover your face with your hands, the intensity of your first orgasm and the intimacy of it all overwhelms you, the tightness in your chest threatens to become unbearable. The three words sitting at the tip of your tongue beg to come out from between your lips. 

Not yet.

He trails sticky kisses up your stomach, making sure to pay special attention to the swell of your breasts, pulling them both together in his big hands to give them equal treatment. Shining lips wrap around your sensitive nipples and it's enough for a new wave of arousal to blossom deep inside your belly, a subtle rock of your hips meeting his when he rolls one between his teeth. Insatiable, just like him.

“Steve,” His name comes out around a sigh, your fingers running up his freckled back before tangling themselves in his hair again, addicted to the softness of it.

“Mmm, tell me what you want.” He looks up at you from under thick lashes, lids heavy, and eyes glossy. He’s wrecked.

“You.” The answer is just as simple as it was outside, it's all you’ve ever wanted. You realize that now. The universe bringing you here to this moment with him. This was it.

“Baby,” he looks at you like he means it, like his whole heart is in your hands now and it has been since the day you moved in he just didn’t know it yet, “I’m yours.”

He moves back up your body, leaving wet kisses across sweat slicked skin making sure to suck at the sensitive spot he found just above your collarbone, smiling when you gasp. He’s not expecting to feel your lips against his jaw, bold and sure of themselves by the time they get to the corner of his mouth, dainty fingers pulling his chin down to collect your kiss.

Your lips move like you can finally relax, like you’re home now and he can feel your heartbeat against his chest. This didn’t feel like just sex.

Your hands run down his sides, grinning into his mouth when he chuckles as the tips of your fingers brush against his ribs, you keep that information locked away another time as you hook them in the elastic band of his shorts. His tongue licks a little dirty into your mouth when you start to pull them down his hips, helping you get them to his knees before kicking them off entirely. The length of him feels heavy against your stomach, and it makes you break away from the kiss but his lips stay attached to you.

Your cheek, your jaw, your neck, anywhere he can reach. 

The view makes your breath hitch and get stuck in the back of your throat, walls fluttering around nothing when you see just how big he really is. He’s too busy trying to find new places to make you gasp and all you wanna do is look at him.

“Steve” his name comes out around the gasp he was trying so hard to get by sucking a little bruise behind your ear.

He hums against your skin with his eyes closed, drowning in you. Love drunk off of it. The slow sleepiness from the day creeping in as his body molds to the warmth of you.

“I wanna look at you, too.” Your request is quiet against the rough stubble that fades into his neck, and you feel his Adam’s apple bob against your lips.

“Yeah?”  His voice is hoarse, nose nudging against your jaw when he brings his gaze back to yours, a smile pulls up the apples of his cheeks, crinkling small lines under his eyes.

“Yeah.” You don’t nod this time.

He holds your eyes in his, needing you to know there’s a double meaning in his words when he brings his palm to your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing the high bone. 

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

The mattress bounces when Steve flops next to you on his back, the two of you barely fitting on your queen size with his broad shoulders and long legs. He catches the way your eyes grow big when you sit up on your knees and finally get to see all of him. He reaches out for you, sensing your hesitation at his size

“C’mere, baby, we’ll go slow.”

Heat blooms between your legs when you take his hand, your knees finding a home on either side of his hips. He’s thicker than you’d imagined all those nights with your fingers between your thighs. The big vein running up the length of him protrudes like it’s working overtime, while beads of pearly white smear against the rough patch of hair just below his belly button from his light pink tip. Wrapping his hand around the base, he gives himself a pump to relieve some of the ache from seeing you sitting on top of him like this. Soft curves on display in the moonlight, he can’t wait to see them when it breaks daylight.

“Fuck,” He sighs when you settle above him, “you look gorgeous.”

His words make your confidence peak, your hands finding themselves flat against his chest, the blunt ends of your nails drag through the hair there and you spot another cluster of freckles you hadn’t seen before, you wonder if he’ll let you find them all.

“Look who’s talkin’” You tease, making him laugh as you lean up to steal a kiss. The motion has the length of him slide easily between your slick folds, his tip catching your clit before popping out.

“Jesus Christ.” He sighs against your mouth that’s formed in a silent ‘o’,  rolling his back up in search for more.

“Steve - you’re so - “ The last of your sentence is stolen by a gasp when you grind down to meet his thrust, the tip of him prodding your entrance before gliding up with just the right amount of pressure to make you both moan. 

“I’m so what?” He asks a little smug, arms circling the curve of your waist to pull you closer, dragging you over the length of him again, it makes you shudder in his grasp. 

He catches against where you beg for more of him, fluttering around the tip, your walls try to suck him in. A low growl rumbles from his chest when he tries to fit a little more. It’s your hips that roll, and it's just enough for him to push all the way in with a little resistance.

“Goddd,” You whine, feeling the fullest you’ve ever been, your walls stinging, desperately trying to accommodate his size. A low huff exhales through your nose when you sit up straight, letting your nails drag over the beauty marks that litter his stomach before finishing your sentence, “so big.” 

“Yeah, but look at you takin’ it.” He groans with pinched brows, eyes transfixed on where he disappears inside of you. Arousal coating the thick thatch of hair that frames him, wetting his lips as he watches the way you grind your clit against it letting him fill you to the hilt. “So good for me baby, so beautiful, - fuck! - so gorgeous.”

His praise has you clenching around him, your mouth falling open when you feel him twitch because of it. His big hands find the tops of your thighs, the pads of his fingers leaving fires in their wake while making their way to your hips. He squeezes softly when he gets there, guiding your lazy thrusts before searching for your hands. 

You watch him intertwine your fingers with curious eyes, his gaze transfixed on yours as he holds them at your sides, rolling his hips up to push even deeper.

“Oh god,” He does it again only this time if feels like there’s nowhere else for him to fit and it makes your eyes screw shut, “ohmyfuckinggod - Steeeve!” 

“Right there? Yeah? Is that it?” He grunts trying to repeat it and your hands squeeze his in an iron grip. “Come on baby, I need to see you.”

It’s hard to open your eyes, the slow drag of his cock against your slick walls is almost overwhelming. Connected to him in a way that is going to change you forever. The pad of his thumb rubs soft on the top of your hand, bringing you back to him. 

“You’re eyes are too pretty to be keepin’ them from me.” He smiles when you finally meet his gaze and it’s enough to punch the air out of your lungs. 

“I love you.” The three words slip past your kiss bitten lips before you can even think long enough to stop them and it makes everything come to a standstill. 

“What’d you just say?” Steve’s voice is quiet, something unrecognizable in his tone that makes all your nerves come back like they never left.

“I - I -“ the harsh sting of rejection is written all over your face and the feeling of you trying to untangle your hands snaps him back to reality. To you.

“Hey, hey, hey, no honey.” He doesn’t let you go, squeezing till his knuckles turn white “I just wanted to make sure I heard you right, because I’ve been wanting to say that to you since the fourth of July.”

You light up for him in a way he’s never seen before and he thinks this is the most beautiful you’ve ever been. 

“Really?” You whisper a little shy, your own smile becoming uncontainable. 

He lets your hands go to wrap his arms back around your waist, sitting up as he pulls you with him on his lap. Chest to chest with his back against your headboard, you’re even closer to him like this. The new position has him impossibly deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix making you keen pretty. 

“Yeah, really.” He sighs, wishing he had gotten  to say it first. 

One arm keeps you close while the other wraps around your back, the warmth of his palm spreading wide across it. The stray hair that you missed more than you realized falls over his forehead and there’s nothing stopping you from pushing it back. Fingernails dragging through his soft hair, making his eyes close until he feels the slow drag of your hips spurring him on. 

He doesn’t hesitate to pick up the pace, especially when your arms wrap around his neck and he feels your hardened nipples against chest. The new angle has his thrusts hitting the spot inside of you no one else has ever been able to find, the one you almost didn’t think existed. The tip of him catches it again and again.

The sound of your slick fills the quiet of your room, growing louder with every roll of your hips that connect with his. The light sheen of sweat that coats both of you has you sliding against his thighs, the cool air from the A/C doing nothing as the two of you get lost like this. 

Your second orgasm builds at the same time your body starts to slump against his, your muscles screaming at you for a break. 

“Getting close, huh?” He asks, with a forehead pressed to yours, lips teasing but never touching with each thrust.

All you can do is nod, your eyes not daring to leave his again. He wouldn’t let you even if you tried, a hazel forest turned night, you never wanted to leave the depths of them. 

“So good for me, let go pretty baby, I got you. Let me do all the work.” He picks up his pace, pushing deeper in with every roll of his hips, feeling the way you squeeze around him while your body starts to shake, the high you’d been chasing threatening to take you. 

Holding your gaze, the hand on your back slides up the dip of your spine, curling around the back of your neck. He closes the last bit of space, pulling you to his lips. It’s sloppy and sweet, neither one of you trying to deepen it, just enjoying the way you move together like it was supposed to be like this forever. 

“Fuck- I love you so much it scares me.” Steve admits when he pulls away, his confession is the last straw that sends you over the edge. Tears stinging the corners of your eyes when you cum hard around him for the second time.

Your fingers tangle his hair, crashing your lips into his with tear stained cheeks and he can feel everything you put inside of it just for him. It’s enough to finally let himself unravel for the first time in years with a loud moan and his face buried in your neck. 

It warms deep in your gut when he spills inside of you, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. Your thighs shake clinging to him, both of you too scared to let go in the irrational fear that you’ll just wake up from a really good dream. You can feel the wetness of his tears against your skin, your nails finding their way to his scalp. He hums against you when you kiss his temple, nuzzling deeper until you feel his lips against the underside of your jaw.

The two of you sit there like this in a mess of tangled limbs. Sweet kisses and even sweeter words all spoken just barely above a whisper until he’s soft enough to slide out on his own. He takes his time cleaning you up after with giant hands that treat you like glass. 

It’s like muscle memory the way he pulls you to his chest under the covers, like this isn’t your first sleepover. The tip of his nose runs along the length of yours with shining eyes and an even brighter smile, kissing you softly with another whispered “you’re so beautiful”.

Streams of sunshine break through your blinds when the two of you finally settle in, buried deep in his arms surrounded by the lingering scent of pine and him, the sounds of his even breathing are enough for you to give into your heavy lids. 

It’s only when you’re on the verge of dreams you’re sure will be filled with him that you hear it:

“I love you, tough girl.”

beta’d by @chechelia & dividers by @chechelia

(thank you for everything cece ♥️ and a special thank you to @superblysubpar for betaing the first half of this series, i love you both dearly. & also @carolmunson for always talking to me about our boys, and helping me make this world a little bigger ♥️ ily)

Yes, just Yes..

What abt like super sappy love sex with Steve like ur both crying and so in love

-🎱 again cuz I have a fountain of thots

🎱!!! hello again!!

ok i don’t think steve is the type of guy to cry during sex, like he’s still king steve alright, he romanced nancy into his sheets without a tear in sight even though he was all gooey for her — SO it means, that for him to cry, there’s needs to be something else behind it, something else that charges the sex emotionally, you know? 

so maybe it’s oh-my-god-we-almost-died sex, post-vecna where there was this dread circling over both of you for so long— when the exhaustion has been slept away and the first night after everything has settled creeps in, there’s this fervency, a ferocity in both of your movements— you’re so tightly intertwined, as much skin to skin contact as you can manage, as you let yourself fall apart over the fact you could’ve lost each other. it’s slow, sensual, gentle sex as you pepper kisses everywhere you can and you both hide away in each others bodies, overwhelmed with relief, with pleasure, with goddamn fucking love that you still get this. steve’s tears are hidden, soaking into your hair but you can see his misty eyes when he pulls back to kiss you… 

✦ STEVE HARRINGTON X READER - GRAB IT

scen: you tell steve his hair is soft and he makes things sexual.

warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni), hair pulling, degrading, oral (f) receiving.

“Your hair is so soft..” You mumble to Steve, running your hands through it while you two were cuddling in your bedroom. You had nothing else to do so you invited steve to come over to your house and he agreed to it so here you both are.

He looked up at you and smirked, “You can grab it if you want to.” You made a grossed out expression and laughed, “Now why would i do that, harrington?”

“Because you should when i’m making you feel good.” He rolls over and his face is close to your thighs which are spread quite far because of how he was just laying between them. You blushed and looked down at him, seeing him pleasing you with his eyes.

“Can i?” He asked for permission and you nodded. “Words, sweetheart, i need them.”

“Yeah, you can steve.” You whisper as you bit your lip, watching him move his hands to the waistline of your skirt. He pulled it off and then pulled your underwear down, leaving you naked at the waist down.

You drew in a breath as the cold air hit your pussy, making you shiver. Steve gripped onto your thighs, spreading them even further so he has full access to everything, leaning forward and leaving a soft sloppy kiss to your thighs leading up to your cunt.

He smiled and looked at you with his eyes, “You ready?” He asked and you nodded, “Good girl.” He mumbled as he moved to your clit, licking and sucking while you felt his hand move from your right thigh to your pussy. He gathered up your wetness and stuck two fingers into you, a loud moan exiting your lips.

“Oh fuck, Steve!” You whine out, gripping onto his soft hair and pulling him closer to your pussy, loving the way he was fucking you with his fingers, his tongue made it even more pleasurable. He groaned a little from the feeling of you gripping onto his hair, a boner growing in his pants.

You moaned and whined, Steve pulled away from your clit, still continuing the movement of his fingers inside of you. He curled up and you let out a porn like moan, making him feel even more hornier than ever.

“God, you’re taking my fingers like such a good little slut. Such a good whore for me.” He mumbled into your ear as you pant, “Steve.. steve, im so..”

“You’re so close like the whore you are hm? Go on, release all over my fingers.” He smiled at you, going faster with his movements and that had you all over the place. You were a mess, all from him fucking you and giving you just the tiniest bit of oral.

As you came on his fingers, he removed them from your pussy and shoved them into his mouth, cleaning your cum off of his fingers. “You taste so good, you did so well baby.”

cherry cola and popcorn (s.h.)

Steve Harrington was never one to repeat dates with you, someone he wanted to be his high school sweetheart for the rest of his life. But, when he realized how much you loved drive-in movie dates, he had to put that in the rotation of your dates. Tonight, though, was couples night at the drive in, and something just had Steve turned on. – 2.1K words

Steve wanted to get you flowers. Your favorite flowers, specifically.

He didn’t really get anyone flowers until he got with you, and he saw how much you loved getting them, so stopping by your house to pick you up for the movie before walking in to watch you lovingly cut the flowers to put into a vase.

After picking his favorite bouquet that reminded him of you, he walked back to his car and drove to your house to pick you up – aware of the fact that what he probably just thought up would most likely happen.

So when he knocked on your door and you opened it up, a black dress with a cherry pattern dotted all over the fabric and your neckline dropping low to show off slight bits of your pretty tits.

“Hey baby!” You giggled when you saw him, quickly taking the flowers. “Oh, they’re so pretty! Thank you, Stevie,” you leaned forward to kiss his lips as he walked inside, his hand settling in the small of your back as he followed you in. “What movie are we watching tonight?”

Steve hummed softly, kissing your temple. “Mmm, not sure. It’s Couples Night, so I’m assuming a romance.”

His words made you groan, sighing softly. “I hope it’s not one of those cringy ones.”

He smiled as he watched you take the flowers out of plastic, starting to take off the leaves and trim the stem. He knew you would do that, that’s how you always took care of your flowers.

“Would you rather that or erotica?” He laughed as you groaned, sighing.

“Honestly? Erotica,” you giggled as you cut the stems diagonally. “Better than some damn cringy ass romance.”

“You don’t like romance, baby?” Steve came behind you, holding your hips with a smile, tucking his face into the crook of your neck with a smile. “You don’t think I romance you?”

“I like the way you romance me,” you leaned back into him, smiling widely as you tilted your head to the side so he kissed against your skin. “Not the cringy romances on TV.”

He hummed softly as he let his hands trail down the smooth fabric of the dress, tilting his head slightly. “I love this dress. Is it new?”

You smiled, nodding. Steve always noticed the little things. “Mhm. Just got it.”

His hands started to go lower on your sides, his lips kissing firmly against your neck. The feeling made your head spin as you inhaled deeply, slowly putting the flower food at the bottom of the vase before filling it up with water.

“Think it might be my new favorite,” he whispers, biting his lip. “Definitely my new favorite, to be honest… looks so good on you.”

You hummed softly, nodding as you put the flowers into the vase. They fit perfectly. “Reminds me of cherry cola.”

He smiled. You loved cherry cola. “Then why don’t we go get your favorite from the drive in?”

You hummed, nodding. “Definitely. I got some allowance, too.”

Steve shook his head, kissing under your ear. “Uh uh… I invited you out, I’m paying.”

He was always like that, always a gentleman when he started taking you out on dates – and you at some points hated it. He really wanted to do as much as he could for you, and you hated it as much as you loved it, just because you really wanted to give back to him.

Still, he wanted to make sure that you knew that you could repay him in other ways, like wearing this pretty dress.

“Come on,” he whispered, smiling. “Let’s go. I don’t want us to be late.”

You hummed, nodding as you grabbed your purse and both of you walked out. He opened the door for you like a gentleman, helping you inside before going around and quickly getting in. Starting the car, he pulls you to the center seat making you giggle, wrapping one arm around your form and softly kissing your head before he drives off.

You let your hand settle on his thigh, tracing patterns against the denim before going up and down steadily. Steve knew how to hide the fact you were turning him on, for fucks sake, he had been hiding you ever since he met you.

So, as you drove towards the drive-in movie theater, the only thing on his mind was getting you that cherry cola. And, of course, some popcorn for himself.

Most of the time in this relationship, he wasn’t the one to think about himself, your pleasure and your happiness over his own. That was just the type of person that was in this relationship, his relationship with you.

So when you both finally got to the drive-in movie theater he painstakingly had to draw his attention from your fingers and to the teenage boy at the ticket stand. Steve had seen the guy around the school, and he looked even more tired here than he did at school.

Steve tipped him after buying the tickets, weaving through cars to get as close as possible to the screen as you started taking off your seatbelt. He turned off the car as you tugged at his jean jacket.

“Come with me to the snack shack?” Your voice was slightly whiny as you looked up at him with wide eyes, teasing him.

How could he say no to that?

So, he followed you to the snack shack, his hand continuously on the small of your back as you both went through the line where he watched you order a large and medium bucket of popcorn, with two cherry colas and a box of your favorite candy before you got to the cashier.

The girl told you the price and you held your hand out to Steve, your boyfriend already putting his wallet in your hand as he gathered everything that you had purchased, positioning his arms expertly as you paid. You kept his wallet with you as you both walked back to the car, commercials playing as you got in and he passed you the drinks so he wouldn’t spill before going around.

He passed you the popcorn as you stuck a straw into your bottled cherry cola, sipping on it as Steve pulled you closer, softly kissing your head as you popped a piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“Want some?”

Steve shook his head as you pouted slightly, looking back at the screen as you fixed your dress. His hand slowly pulled away from your shoulders, fixing his position to the side as he let his head duck down to kiss into your neck.

His kisses were hot and wet, open mouth against your neck as you inhaled shakily, tilting your head to the side as you set the bottle and box of popcorn in his cupholders. “Stevie-”

He hummed, shaking his head into your neck as his large hand started to bunch up your dress. “Fuck, baby… I told you this is my favorite dress… it’s doing something to me, I swear,” he whispered against your neck, his tongue trailing the expanse of your collarbone. “Can I baby? Please?”

You couldn’t focus on his words, tilting your head back as his hands slowly explored your body, one gently pushing apart your thighs to let his fingers trail up and down your slit while the other cupped your braless tits.

“Please baby? I want you so bad, I promise I’ll be gentle…”

Steve was never gentle, not unless you needed him to be. And right now, with the way he was sucking and digging his teeth into your skin, you didn’t need him to be gentle.

“You don’t have to,” you whisper as he smiles into your neck, finally pulling away from your neck with slightly puffy lips. “J-Just… don’t make it so obvious.”

“Come here baby,” he whispered as he shifted you to the driver's seat, pressing the small switch on the side of the seat to lean his seat back. You yelped, not expecting it as he slowly ducked under your dress, groaning as he trailed his nose into your inner thigh. “Fuck, you never wear panties under dresses like this… it drives me fucking insane.”

You gasped as he nudged his nose against your clit, a breathy exhale against your fluttering cunt making your thighs twitch.

“Spread your legs for me baby…” he puts one of your feet on the resting spot meant for a driver’s foot and the other on the slight lift of the floor for the middle seat. “Mmmm, your cunt looks so fucking pretty…”

You could only imagine how you looked, absolutely soaked and your lips puffy as he let his tongue trail circles around your clit. His fingers slowly massaged against your entrance, his blunt digits making you squirm slightly as you whined and started to roll your hips.

“St-Stevie-”

“I know, babe,” he murmured, nodding into your slit as he let his tongue flick against your entrance to taste your perfect essence. “Fuck, you taste so good… so fucking good.”

You pushed your hands under your dress, bunching it up at your waist and lifting it to see Steve licking languidly up and down your slit. A shiver ran down your spine as you watched him, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucked against your clit, a whine leaving your mouth as he slowly pushed his fingers into you. He always stretched you out with his fingers before he pushed his tongue into you and used it to make you cum countless times.

“Steve,” you groaned as you tilted your head back, your thighs shaking as you held the back of his head, pulling him closer. “Fuck, Stevie-”

“I know,” he whispered against your clit, languidly pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your walls clamped down on his digits as he flexed them inside of you, slowly pushing all of those special buttons that drove you insane. “I know, baby, I got you. I know what makes you feel good.”

Oh, you knew that he knew what made you feel good.

He let his teeth trail your clit just how you liked it, and he let you guide his face with slight tugs on your hair as you bucked your hips. He let you fuck yourself on his fingers, only languidly pumping until he heard your moans get louder, pushing his fingers deeper and rougher to hit that special spot inside of you that he knew would make you come undone.

His fingers inside of you felt so good, he knew what he was doing, he always did. You knew as soon as you came on his digits, he would use his tongue to fuck into you until his jaw ached.

So that was what was on your mind as you whined loudly, bucking your hips into his fingers as his lips continued their assault on your clit, sucking and nibbling against the sensitive bundle of nerves that began to puff up at his constant stimulation.

“Come on baby,” he whispered against your clit, groaning softly as he pushed his fingers in down to his knuckles. “Cum.”

You wailed as your hand pressed against the window, trying to steady yourself as your other hand kept his face in your cunt, bucking your hips into his mouth as you groaned loudly. He laughed against your cunt, groaning as you continued to use his fingers, your walls clamping down onto his digits making him shift his mouth down to your entrance.

He twisted his hands so that his wrist was up, curling his fingers inside of you and opening his mouth as though you were giong to cum like a faucet.

You basically did, hips bucking on their own as your hand pressed into the window, your other fingers tugging his hair back as he stayed close to your cunt, wet squelching filling the car as you wailed. He was always so good at this, so so good…

When you finally came down from your high, hips rolling lazily with soft whines as he pulled his fingers out of you and looked up.

“You don’t think we’re done, do you baby? The movies still got time left, and I’m not leaving this damn drive in until I fuck you.”

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giving steve sloppy head behind the counter at family video😵‍💫

him stuttering while ringing up a customer, giving you the idea to tease him just a bit more and focus only on his tip.

let's just say you were in for it when he went on his break..

being the only one allowed to touch steve's hair.

straddling his lap and tossling it around, sure when you're done he's going to find the nearest mirror and fix it. but he'll never deny you touching it. once he let you give him pigtails like a little girl.

he doesn't care that you touch his hair and mess it up. but he does care about you pulling it while he's i between your thighs. he actually gets quite upset if his hair is still almost perfectly styled after a good meal (iykyk.) in fact, he likes to admire it after and talk about the good work you did.

Picnic date with Steve Harrington

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Fem Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: MNDNI 18+, light fluff, smut, fingering (F reviving), unprotected P in V sex, public sex kinda

Summary: You and Steve go on a picnic date at lovers lake, Steve can’t seem to keep his hands off of you and you end up doing the deed.

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Steve and you had been planning a romantic picnic for weeks. You had scouted out the perfect location - a quiet meadow overlooking lovers lake somewhere no one where to ever find you- and had spent hours preparing the perfect menu of sandwiches, fruit, and cheese, along with a couple bottles of wine stolen from steve’s parents.

You spread out the blanket while Steve carry’s the food, he can’t help but stare at you, admiring the way your hands moved gracefully as you smoothed the fabric of the picnic blanket down, your new white floral sundress hiking up your thighs a bit. He can’t help but notice how beautiful you look right now, the way the light caught your hair, the way your dress clung to your curves in all the right places. You stand up grabbing the basket from him and begin unpacking the food.

Noticing his hungry stare you laugh. "What's got you so distracted huh?"

Steve shook his head, smiling. "Just admiring the view”, he says as he starts helping you unpack the food. Placing down a bottle of wine you blush and playfully nudged him. "Well, keep your eyes on the food for now. We can enjoy the view later."

The date is followed by many of your giggles from Steve tickling you, or from you seeing how many grapes you can stuff in Steve’s mouth. Randomly feeling the warmth of Steve’s hand over different parts of your body, you can’t help but to love how extra touchy he’s being today.

Finishing up the food, packing it all away you find your back to the blanket and Steve hovering over you passionately kissing your lips, the sky’s colors changing around you as the sun begins to set. Steve caresses your hair, trailing his hands over every inch of your body, captivated by you, soaking up every inch of you.

You pull him closer deepening the kiss and running your hands through his hair, as your other hand trails down his back.

Steve groaned in response, loving the feeling of your hands on him, feeling just how much you want him, moving his lips from yours he brings them down to your neck nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin, you moan, arching your back giving him more access, he places even more kisses down your neck.

The sun had set completely now and the only sounds were your guys heavy breathing, Steve whispering how beautiful you look and other praises and the occasional rustling of leaves and wind. You were both lost in your own world wrapped up in each other like nothing else mattered.

Steve’s hands find the bottom of your dress and he bunches it up to your belly exposing your underwear, you feel his cold finger grace over your panties, moaning into him kissing his lips. He completely removes your panties throwing them to the side before sliding his finger over your wet cunt, circling your clit; catching all your moans with his mouth. His free hand finds your tits and he massages them through your dress, feeling your nipples harden under the fabric, his cock grows hard in his jeans as he sticks one finger in your hole, pumping in and out before adding another finger quickening his pace.

“Steve” you moan “need you now” you say.

“I know I know, want you too” Steve grunts pumping his fingers fast “need you” Steve says as he rubs your clit earning a moan from you, kissing down your neck. He pulls his fingers out of you, you suddenly feel the absence of him, along with the cool night air against your heat making you want him even more.

Before you know it his belt is to the side and his jeans are down, his cock leaking pre-cum at your entrance, you wrap your arms around his neck, spreading your legs as he slowly pushes his tip into you, both of you moaning in synch. He pushes more of himself into you, feeling you squeeze around him, kissing all over your face giving you time to adjust to his size. He pushes fully inside of you and begins to pump in and out slowly.

“That okay?” He asks as he stretches you, checking in on you.

A simple nod from you is all he needs before he quickens his pace.

Steve’s hand finds yours and he grabs onto it squeezing hard as he fucks into you “god you feel so good” he mumbles against your ear sending shivers down your spine. “This dress” he says pumping in and out of you “I like it” he adds, hands wondering your body, his fingers find your clit and he begins rubbing it, earning moans from you, your hand wondering down your breast and grazes Steve’s chest as you rub your hand all over him, fingers flowing through his hair, tugging slightly.

“Steve- I-I’m so close” you manage to let out with heavy breaths, “good, cum with me yeah?” he requests, before you can reply you are already a moaning mess as your reach your orgasm, feeling his cock slip out and his warm cum shoot out onto your stomach, mixing with the cold air giving you goose bumps. Steve heavily pants over you, swallowing your mouth as he comes down from his orgasm. He slips on his jeans real quick grabbing a napkin from the basket and wiping up his mess he made on you, once clean pulling your dress over to cover you “wouldn’t wanna ruin this pretty dress would we?” he says kissing you.

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Make out session with Steve Harrington

just a thought 😋

Kinda inspired by the pic below because Steve Harrington is such a hand holder during sex and I love it.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Word count: 356

Warnings: MNDNI 18+ Make out session, heavy petting and grinding, descriptive words

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Late nights in Steve’s bedroom, you were never much of a kisser, yeah a few short make out sessions with past bfs, never lasting more than an hour, fine. -Then you met Steve. god you can kiss him for hours and I mean hours.

Your back to the bed, Steve hovering over you, legs tangled in his as he weighs heavily on top of you lips attached to yours. The only noises are of his record player playing from across his dim room-that sits in his empty house. Along with soft groans and hums from when you slightly tug Steve’s hair as you pull your mouth into him more, something you know he loves, more hums and groans Steve earns from you by massaging your boobs through your shirt your bra to the floor. His hands grazing, exploring and grabbing every inch of you like he’s never had you before, completely captivated. Like always because he loves touching his girl. He can’t keep his hands off of you, especially when you’re like this, pinned down under him.

The touch of your boyfriends hands all over your body gives you butterflies, heating you all around, you feel it in your heat through your shorts. Steve’s hands trail down to your knee widening your legs so your even more open for him, the same hand moving from your knee, up to your thigh and gripping your hips, then to your boobs, squeezing and massaging, taking turns; then moving to your arm and down to your fingers, intertwining them with yours, pushing your guys hands into the mattress.

Every once and a while you grind your hips up to meat Steve’s, only to be pushed down even harder by his own hips grinding into yours, creating a friction between you as he deepens his kiss, you feel his cock harden under his jeans, adding even more texture to grind up against. Your nails from your other hand digging into his back, as your own back arches from time to time, allowing Steve to explore even more territory, his hand snaking under your back, lips moving to your neck, and back to your mouth.

This cycle repeats till you either end up laying on top of him in a deep sleep, or you’re a moaning mess as he fucks into you😇

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Frequently updated

Requests are open! And greatly appreciated! I only do characters not real ppl, feel free to request anything and i’ll decide if i’d like to write it, I’m pretty open to most requests so don’t be shy🙈, but also don’t feel hurt if I do not answer your request, I either (respectfully) do not want to do it, or i’m getting to it!

Also be descriptive on what your requests are please

New at this and learning as I go :)

MDNI 18+ blog

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- Steve Harrington 🫶🏻

🍨= my favs

One shots:

Steve makes it up to you

Steve begging you to sit on his face

Cockwarming with Steve 🍨

Quiet sex w Steve, (parents across the hall) 🍨

Steve x the polaroid of you in his wallet 🍨

Picnic date with Steve

Hawkins drive in 🍨

Breeding kink w Steve

Cum play ft steve’s tummy 🍨

Take the call

Play fighting gone sexual

Thoughts/blurbs:

Making out with Steve 🍨

Steve kink head canons

Steve and calling his girl “Honey” blurb 🍨

Baths with Steve

Gamer Steve

Beach days w Steve

Christmassy blurb

4/20 walk with Steve

hiii can you do a steve smut where he begs you sit on his face and then fucks you after you cum?? like a bit dirty but mostly very passionate ,,, thank youuuuuuu!!

HIIII! I looooove this! Thanks for the submission hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, Smut, face riding, unprotected p in v sex, slight fluff at the end , begging, descriptive wording,

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It was a normal night on the weekend, you and Steve had just gotten back from the movies, you usually stay till the end but this night you guys left mid movie because you just couldn’t keep your hands off each other. And now, he’s sat on your bed, back against the headboard as you straddle him, kissing him.

He had already gotten you just the way he likes, in just his T shirt, no bra no panties.

You begin to kiss down Steve’s neck and in the process you undo his belt, meeting his lips again eager for him. His belt completely off, you begin to tug his pants down leaving him in only his boxers, the only fabric separating your cunt from his cock.

“m’ wanna try something different with you” he says between kisses, almost a mumble

“What is it?” you say, pulling away from the kiss to look at him, only to be pulled in and kissed again by him

“want you to sit on my face” he says like he’s been wanting this forever, returning to kiss you any chance he gets.

You internally pause at his want, scared because you have never done that before…with anyone, but what can the difference be? Steve has gone down on you plenty of times.

“please?” he pushes desperately noticing you took a bit to respond, pulling away from your lips and nudging his nose into your neck, causing you to lean back, providing him more access as he kisses the skin there. He really really wants this. And you really really wanna give it to him something you didn’t know till now.

“it’ll feel so good m’promise” he mumbles into your ear leaving kisses to your sensitive neck

you don’t doubt it’ll feel amazing your thoughts just take over and you’re unable to respond, butterflies filling your stomach

Steve pulls away from your neck, hands finding your hips as his thumb rubs soothingly on your skin and he meets your eyes “you don’t have to if you don’t want too” your sweet boyfriend says; “Me personally, I want nothing more than to taste you like that, it’ll be so good if you let me, just once? If you don’t like it we’ll stop okay baby?” he admits in a low voice, eyes hungry, one hand tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I want too” you say, hands toying with the soft hem of his boxers, knuckles grazing against the trail of hair there

Steve waste no time, reclining himself so his back is flat on the bed, hands stern on your hips as he guides you to hover over his mouth.

You place your hands on the headboard in front of you and before you know it Steve’s big hands are hooked around your thighs as he pulls you onto him, his tongue darting out to taste you. His tongue licks between your folds, so wet for him, savoring the taste he loves oh so much.

A wave of pleasure coats your entire body, causing your grip on the headboard to tighten, your head leaning back, he lets out a moan of approval, vibrating through your cunt as you fully fall into the pleasure he’s giving you, the pleasure filling your mind and body and him between your legs is all you can think about, all you can feel right now. He works his way to your clit, sucking it and massaging it with his tongue, then he moves his tongue to your hole, the angle is perfect, allowing him to stick his tongue deep in you earning a moan, his perfect nose bumping into your clit, adding to the sensation as he strokes his tongue in different patterns making your stomach tighten in pleasure, moans escaping your lips.

“mm, knew you’d like this” he speaks against you, his warm hands still wrapped tightly around your thighs as he pushes you into him, his fingers leaving marks as they grip onto you.

You begin to rock your hips into his face as he sucks and licks, humming again into you. His cock hidden beneath his boxers grows even harder, he’s enjoying this as much as you are.

Soon enough you’re a moaning mess, hands digging into the headboard, your body collapsing into him as your orgasm takes over, drowning you. Steve gently removes you from his face and he reclines himself back up, sliding you down back to his lap, your chest heavily pressed against his as you catch your breath, his face soaked with your juices, lips red and puffy from the way he devoured you just a few seconds ago.

“did you like it?” he asks, knowing the answer

“so much” you say, kissing him

“wanna be inside you now, that okay?” he asks in case you need a second to recollect yourself

“mhm” you lazily spit out, face sweaty as you pull him closer to you, connecting your lips with his, rocking your hips against his hard cock already eager for more.

He grins into your mouth, flips you guys over so he’s hovering over you, gliding down his boxers, once his cock is free your hands are immediately grasping it, your thumb rubbing over his wet tip, as you guide it to your entrance. He sinks inside of you filling you up slowly, so slow so you can feel every inch and vein, both of you breathing heavily and letting out a shared moan as he fully adjusts inside your soaking wet hole.

He slowly begins pumping in and out, making sure to whisper how much he loves you, how good you feel and how ready you are for him. Occasionally rubbing your clit and catching your moans with his mouth. You were just riding his face like an animal but now, he’s slowly and passionately rocking himself into you, making your eyes roll back, making you feel so good.

He picks up his pace, his thrust becoming slightly faster and harder, groaning into you. You feel yourself tighten around his cock and within seconds his warm cum fills you up as you both reach your climax, his cock twitching inside of you as he lets himself fill you up, your cunt pulsing, your body filled with warmth all over. He pulls out of you, exhausted, plopping next to you, arm stretching out so you can curl up next to him, you do, he lays a soft kiss to your forehead, covering your guys body with the blanket and rubs small strokes up and down your arm causing your eyes to drift shut as you fall asleep with him.

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A list of kinks I think Steve Harrington has 😋

Omg I loved doing this, let me know if you’re interested in a part two? Enjoy!

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Loooooves morning sex, something about waking up next to you, and making you feel good early in the morning maybe before school or work, weather it’s his cock buried deep inside you or his head between your legs, he loves it especially in the morning, both of your guys messy hair, half asleep and slow.

Cock warming. Honestly I can see him, super sleepy and needy, maybe cuddled up next to you watching a movie, just needing to be closer to you some way “mmmm just wanna be closer baby” he mumbles into your ear and when you scoot closer to him he says “mm not like that, wanna be in you”. The way his whole body is pressed to you isn’t enough he needs to be inside you, not even to get you or himself off but just to be closer and connected to his girl. Laying with you and having hick cock deep inside you just makes him feel so connected to you. (Loved this concept so much you can read it here :))

Slight praise kink, Steve doesn’t seem like a very vocal guy during sex to me word wise, but if he’s gonna say anything it’s praises, loves telling you or just mumbling into your ear how good you feel as he rocks into you, how good you taste as he eats you out or how good you’re doing/ making him feel when you ride him or go down on him. His moans aren’t enough he needs to tell you.

MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. Steve Harrington is a munch you cannot convince me other wise, loves going down on his girlfriend, literally does not matter where you guys are or what time it is. He loves just how good you taste and look when he uses his tongue and mouth just the right way to earn pretty noises from you. And ugh his nose is so perfectly nudging your clit. Bonus if you tug at his hair😩 he goes crazy, moaning into your cunt the vibration adding even more stimulation.

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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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Steve and calling his girl “honey” <3 I feel like one day he called you honey and ever since then it’s became his little nickname for you, I just know it would sound so perfect coming from him. “Awe honey” he says with a cute little pouty face when you whine that your cramps are hurting, him doing anything he can to make your pain go away because he hates seeing his honey hurt. “Hi honey” he says with a big smile, mumbling it into your ear as you greet him with a big warm hug, hands wrapped around his neck. “Morning honey” he says to you, kissing your skin, legs tangled up beneath his sheets. Cant forget “taste so good honey” being mumbled into your cunt as his head lays between your legs.

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Taking a bath with Steve>>> He’s so gentle while undressing you, placing warm kisses all over your body in the process. His warm hands helping to guide you in the tub, of course he checks the temperature before you get in so it’s just the way you like it. Having you sit between his legs in the warm soapy water, him tracing patterns in the bubbles that sit on your back,chest, and shoulders, kissing your skin even though it taste like bubbles. He would wash your hair for you, massaging your scalp, washing down every inch of your body for you, he loves it too, he loves when you’re vulnerable with him and loves taking care of you. Maybe you’ve had a bad day? Maybe started your period and he knows just the way to relax you. He has a clean towel and a fresh set of pajamas waiting for you once you guys are done. Also vice versa, you behind him, arms hugging him, hands toying with his wet hair, helping him wash his back, your soft hands gliding over his body, kisses being left by you. It’s a moment so intimate and relaxing for you guys, nothing beats a warm cozy bath with Stevie 🛁 it would make all my problems go away.

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<3hi! I love the way you right Steve, I have a smut idea where reader and Steve get into a argument or something, maybe at a party a girl was flirting with Steve and he didn't notice it, and once reader is clearly upset he feels so bad because he truly didn't notice it hurt reader:/ (our Stevie would never do such a thing) which is why he promises to make it up to her by making her feel good ;)

Loooooove this idea! sorry it took so long, I kept changing stuff around lol hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing! :)

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

word count: 1k

Warnings: MDNI! Fluff, slight angst, oral (f receiving), fingering

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You feel the cool air wrap around you as your feet rush you away from the party and onto the side walk. Your face hot, cheeks red and anger fills your body. Steve, your boyfriend, trailing hot behind you, suddenly you feel his hand wrap around your wrist stopping you.

“baby where are you going?” he asks innocently, in an attempt to understand the sudden turmoil in your demeanor.

You yank your wrist away and continue walking.

There’s a sudden shift in his tone “honey what’s wrong?” he asks.

“seriously Steve?” you push out, turning to look at him “that girl was so obviously flirting with you and you did nothing!!!” you shout, waving your hand dismissively.

“what are you talking about? flirting? she wasn’t flirting?” he says, a bit of honest confusion in his voice.

You don’t even reply, you just let out a scoff, turning your heel and continuing your walk back to his house. The distance was short, as the party had taken place just a few houses down.

The little bit of alcohol in your system is already starting to tool with your emotions. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you fought them back, the frustration taking over; Can he really be that oblivious? You didn’t want to talk, you wanted him to understand something so simple without you having to explain.

“babe will you just slow down please?” he says as he catches up to you, his breath visible in the cool night air, his large body moving in front of yours, stopping you. His hand gently finds its way to your waist, “I didn’t notice it okay?” he says, eyes trying to meet yours. “Just how you didn’t notice I left till I was halfway down the driveway? you were too busy answering her questions and being completely oblivious to her obvious advances” you rant, realization slowly dawned on him, eyes getting softer.

You turn away from him to cross the street, quickly making your way up Steve’s driveway, pushing open his front door and making your way upstairs to his bedroom.

”cant we talk about this?” he says as he quickly trails up the stairs, following you into his room. “I thought- shit, I guess I thought she was just being friendly” he admits, his hands rushing through his hair, a hint of realization in his voice as he recalls the events, feeling like total shit he didn’t realize sooner. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner okay? I didn’t intend to hurt you sweetie” he finishes, his voice soft and sincere as he makes his way towards you, hands meeting your hips pushing you softly onto his bed.

The back of your knees meet his bed and you sit down, before scooting back against his headboard his hands helping to guide you, a pout sits on your face, you know he means it, you know your sweet boyfriend would never allow a girl to flirt with him when he has you, you know he wouldn’t even give her the time of day, you know he would never do anything to upset you.

He scans your face with those soft eyes of his, his hand resting on your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing the area there “talk to me please” he demands.

you finally meet his gaze, feeling bad for your outburst “i’m sorry for storming out on you like that, I just thought you were doing it on purpose” you share, tilting your head down, breaking away from his gaze, your hand moving to rest over his.

“no no don’t apologize baby, I should be the one apologizing” he tells you, his hand bringing your face back up so your eyes meet again, his lips leaning in to meet yours.

“ur not mad at me anymore are you?” he asks once he pulls away from the kiss

“no Steve” you say, kissing him again

But he still feels it, he still feels that hint of insecurity that lingers on you, desperate to show you how much you matter to him.

He slowly begins to kiss down your neck, between every soft kiss placed is a mumbled “i’m sorry”, as he trails down your chest, lifting your shirt up in the process to kiss the skin there he follows up with more “i’m sorry’s” till he gets to your thighs, kissing the inside of them, “hate when you’re upset” he says in a pout, “let me make it up to you yeah?” he mumbles, and you just can’t help but surrender to him, legs growing weak.

He slowly and softly tugs your pants down, hand gripping your knees to widen your legs for him, his lips brushing against the fabric of your panties that sits over your cunt, placing a soft kiss there, his sharp nose poking your clit through your panties, the friction mixed with his warm breath causes your heart to jump.

“you’d like that?” he teases

“mmmm” you hum “Steve please” is all you manage to get out, sinking into his pillows, and suddenly you forget why you were even mad at him in the first place.

In a swift motion he slides your panties down your leg; Your cunt already slick with your arousal, he wastes no time, his tongue gently sliding between your folds, soaking up every drip caused by him. Tongue moving up and down you slowly, eventually dipping into your hole exploring the area he knows so well.

He moves his tongue up to your needy clit, circling the area soft and slow, a way to say how sorry he is. Once and a while, sucking your clit between his lips desperate to only focus on you right now, paying attention to how you buck your hips up to grind your cunt into him, your hands fisting at his hair, moans of his name fall between your lips.

Two of his fingers move to rub over your clit, before moving down, sliding right inside of you, his mouth moving back to your clit to suck and kiss as he pumps his fingers inside of you reaching a sensitive spot deep in you, the tension in your stomach growing stronger. His other hand snaked around your thigh, pressing firmly on your belly to hold you still as you squirm at the pleasure, back arching off the bed.

And it hits you. Your orgasm breaks free, mouth falling open as you give in to complete ecstasy. Steve’s tongue still working magic on your core, riding you through your orgasm, your cunt pulsing again this lips, moans and curses is all that manage to leave your lips, hands griping even harder at Steve’s hair causing him to groan against your cunt, your chest moving up and down, heavy breaths leave your lungs as you try to come down from your high.

Steve removes his mouth from your heat, crawling up the bed to hover over you, crashing his lips onto yours “told you i’d make it all up to you didn’t i” he says, bumping his nose into yours causing you to let out a giggle, before plopping next to you hands moving to your own as he pulls you to his chest, pulling the blanket over the both of you, your head resting on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut as his thumb rubs soothing circles on your arm.

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"you gonna be quiet enough so i can fuck you?” risky sex with steve, parents across the hall😩

Hear me out reader cant sleep because they're too horny for steve (whom is asleep right beside them), unable to do anything about it in risk of his parents hearing them, that is till steve wakes up sensing their frustration and just as hot and needy as reader, teasing and making reader promise to keep quiet, bonus if they’re still spooning while fucking

Oh i’m hearing you out😩 might have gotten a little carried away hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: MNDNI! 18+ smut, unprotected p in v sex, breeding + praise kink if you squint.

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you lay in Steve’s room, pressed against his bare chest, his parents just across the hall, clock hitting 2:42 AM.

You’ve been lying here horny and needy out of your mind for almost two hours. Steve’s snores, is the only sound that fill the room. Usually, his house is empty and you’d be rolling over to face him, waking him up and desperately telling him how wet you are for him, in which he responds with kisses and a smirk, immediately going to work, pulling you in and giving you whatever you need… but tonight you knew you couldn’t do that, you knew you couldn’t risk his parents hearing you guys. And you even told Steve earlier, when he was gripping your hips, whining into you, kissing down your neck that tonight he’ll have to wait :(, then promising that tomorrow, you guys can be as loud as you want in his empty house after his parents have left, but this time you were the one unable to wait, the throbbing between your legs growing stronger and stronger.

After what felt like eternity of you fluffing your pillow, shifting positions, and squeezing your legs shut waiting for that throbbing sensation to go away, you feel Steve’s grip on your waist tighten as he pulls you closer to his chest, your ass instinctively rolling into his hips, causing you to let out a very faint groan.

“baby what’s wrong?” Steve says in a sleepy haze, his breath hot on your neck, his hand moving just blow your belly button, the tips of his fingers resting on the waistline to your panties, toying with the small bow there. He knows exactly what’s wrong.

“mmm nothing” your body stiffens, as your caught off guard Steve woke up.

“why you so worked up? You dreaming about me or something?” he teasingly asks, voice sleepy, his hand slowly slipping into your panties.

You don’t even need to look at him to know a small smirk has formed on his lips as he places a kiss behind your ear, his cock going hard under his boxers.

“Steve” you warn in a whimper

“they won’t hear us” he asserted “you just gotta be real quiet for me, can you do that?” he coos, his fingers sliding down your heat.

You press your lips together, quieting the moans that want to escape, Steve’s finger barley grazing your clit “so wet, you been like this all night?” he questions in a pout, how could he leave you so needy like this :( his thick fingers soaking in your arousal.

“Shoulda told me sooner, cant have you like this and not help” he mumbles into your neck, his lips placing a soft kiss behind your ear again, his fingers moving down your slit, toying with the area, fingers spreading you open.

He brings his fingers to your poor needy clit and begins slow circles, clockwise, counter clockwise, clockwise, counter clockwise, the rhythm causing you to let out a pathetic moan.

He pulls away and you shudder at the absence of him.

“shhhhh baby gotta be quiet remember?”

“mmmm cant, it’s too hard” you protest in a pout

“i know baby doing so good already, you can do it” he praises, shifting so his hard cock presses against you once more, begging for you. “feel what you do to me? you gonna be quiet enough so i can fuck you?” he asks, voice low.

You practically beg, promising him just how quiet you’ll be for him, you need him and you need him now.

With that, he glides his pants down before sliding your underwear down your legs, your hands moving to help. His chest still pressed to your back he props your leg up with his knee allowing his tip to poke at your entrance, earning groans from the both of you as you try your best to stay quiet.

You turn your neck slightly so that your lips met his, letting his tongue explore your mouth, your hand reaching behind to grasp his length, swiping your thumb over his slit that leaks with pre cum causing his mouth to break from the kiss, mouth falling agape, his face burying into your neck.

He shifts his hips, his length running between your dripping folds, coating him perfectly as he rolls through you, a desperate whine escaping your lips when his tip catches your clit.

His large arms move to wrap around you, holding you in place, hips backing up till his tip meets your entrance once again, before moving back up and sinking inside of you. A shaky breath is released from Steve as he sinks in inch by inch, he can feel just how perfectly you clench around him, so wet and warm taking him so good.

He places small kisses on your shoulder as he begins to slowly pump, his hips rocking into you, his grip around you allows him to thrust perfectly inside of you, hitting your g spot. Moans forming like an army, fighting to be released.

You bury your face into his pillow, your eyes squeezing shut, hands griping his muscular arm that holds you close, the noises of your wetness and his length sliding in out of you fill your ears.

Heavy breaths fall from him, quiet whispered grunts of praises and curses only you can hear fall out in a haze.

You’re so distracted on how good Steve is making you feel you almost forget about the company you have down the hall so you grab a fistful of his blanket, bring it to your mouth and bite down on it to muffle your moans, his thrust are slow but hard as he’s trying not to rock the bed too much, the sensation causing the knot in your stomach to grow, slowly building up.

Before you know it, Steve’s lips meet your shoulder again instead of a kiss, he bites down, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to sting, muffling his moans as his cock twitches inside of you, his body giving in completely, loads of his cum shooting far up inside you his thrust becoming slower, you bite down on the blanket even harder, reaching your orgasm at the same time he did, your chests moving in synch, both of you trying to catch your breath in a quiet manner.

Your whole body flushed in heat, legs shaking, your pussy still pulsing from your orgasm. He slowly begins to slide out of you, a small amount of cum still escaping his tip as he grazes your walls, cum falling out of your hole and down your thigh, warm kisses are placed all over your back/ shoulder and up your neck till he eventually reaches your lips, his arms still holding you tight.

“I think we did pretty good what do you say?” he asks, feeling proud as he pulls away from the kiss, voice still low.

Turning your body towards him you reply “me too, at least we know how quiet we can be when we need too” smiling up at him sweetly, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his cheek before nuzzling into him.

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