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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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crybabyddl · 2 days

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HEAVENLY | steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: in view of your recent impertinent behaviour, your parents decide to leave you under the watch of the son of your dad’s business partner. what they don’t know is that steve harrington would never be able to boss you around… but maybe he can teach you a couple of things about your body.

kinda frenemies to lovers | no use of y/n | no mentions of specific race, hair type or body type.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, a bit of body dysmorphia, masturbation, pillow humping, fingering. reader was raised catholic but there is NO corruption kink or religious trauma here, let’s relax.

author’s note: I KNOW. i know there is a disclaimer on my pinned post that says i’m not posting anything new until may but i got this idea on the way back home so i rewarded myself by sitting down and writing it. this was supposed to be much dirtier when i first thought about it but it’s also kinda cute and sweet??? anyways it’s still pretty fucking dirty so for that person who mentioned they wanted inexperienced!reader, ENJOY. x

masterlist | ko-fi

[dividers by @benkeibear & @cafekitsune]

You didn’t need a babysitter, you were an adult.

You also didn't need your parents to change you to a different school, but they did. And now you had to wear this stupid uniform and not only that, but the fact that you had to be babysat by the son of your dad’s business partner was boiling your blood every passing second that you heard him breathe from the other side of your desk.

‘You know, you wouldn’t be having this problem if you didn’t try to sabotage the school.’ Steve said as you looked down at your copy of Great Expectations, trying to study.

You had spent the last half an hour letting out heavy sighs of irritation at him, and he was growing more annoyed at you every time he heard your little complaints.

‘Principal Mattews is a retrograde, nasty fascist and I don’t regret what I did to his office.’ You said with your eyes still focused on your homework.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him roll his eyes at you as he sat straighter on the chair of your desk. You could see the way his knee moved anxiously from the long mirror hanging on the wall, but you lowered your eyes as soon as you caught your own reflection.

When you arrived from school earlier in the afternoon, Steve was already downstairs in the living room waiting for you. You hadn’t had the time to change to your usual clothes and you were avoiding your reflection in your new uniform at all costs. You couldn’t stand the hem of the skirt, the way your thighs rubbed against each other, the white fabric of the shirt and the knee socks that made you look like an idiotic nerd. You would never get used to it, you despised it.

‘Well, good luck with the nuns.’ He said sarcastically. ‘M sure they’ll be less severe than Matthews.’

‘Oh, I’m sure they’ll soften up. Eventually.’ You smiled subtly, in what Steve would call that childish and cheeky way of yours that he couldn’t stand. He didn’t understand how you could be so careless about your life. You. The girl who had it all: beauty, brains, money and personality.

‘You know, you could make it really far if you weren’t always trying to be so tough.’ He said sincerely. His patronising tone only made you release a half-scoff, half-laugh thing that he didn’t find amusing at all.

‘I’m going to make it far, Steve.’ You said sitting up on the bed. ‘Not just because I’m smart, but for the same reason you’ll make it far.’

He sat back on the chair with his eyebrows lifted, waiting for your answer. Posture relaxed and legs open as he looked back at you in that pretty uniform he was starting to get fond of.

‘Nepotism.’ You simply said, moving so you could be laying on your front as you went back to your book.

The room went finally silent when you managed to concentrate again, and Steve kept doing his own homework. Your eyes were getting tired though, you could feel them getting dry and soon you’d have to search for your reading glasses, but you didn’t want Steve to see you wearing them, it was enough with him having to look at you in this skirt.

You sniffed a couple of times, blinking hard as you went back to the first paragraph of the page you were currently reading, following the line of words with your index finger so you wouldn’t get lost when you felt something fall on the mattress next to your hand.

‘You’re hurting your eyes.’ He said softly as you looked up at him, arms crossed over his chest and brown eyes fixed on yours.

You opened your mouth to thank him as you took the glasses case he had dropped on the bed, but you hesitated. The gesture made Steve sit next to you, his knee almost brushing your hip as he looked down at you.

‘Is it that bad?’ He asked then.

You let out a long sigh as you played with the case in your hands, and he saw it. The way all your anger melted into sadness and frustration.

‘I hate it.’ You admitted, ‘I never thought I’d say this, but I actually miss being around gross High School boys and wearing my own clothes to school. And the religion classes are killing the few braincells I’ve got left. I’m not even Catholic, my mom just likes to believe I am.’

Steve moved closer to you, trying to get you to look back at him, but you refused to. You hated how comforting it was to have him here with you, a little reminder of your days in Hawkins High. You were too proud to admit it, but what your parents had done really hurt you, and you were having a hard time trying to forgive them. Now you wouldn’t be able to graduate with your friends or go to prom together.

‘Well, if it makes you feel better, you are now hanging out with a gross schoolboy.’ He joked.

He saw the way the smile barely reached your eyes, but at least you found him funny.

‘Listen, I can just go home.’ He said then, as he observed the way you lay your head on your hand as your arm flexed on the bed. He looked very pretty with his eyelids all heavy over his brown eyes, you thought as you looked back at him. ‘This whole “babysitting” thing is ridiculous, anyways. You wouldn’t follow orders from me not even if I was wearing a cassock.’

This time you laughed loudly at his stupidity. You didn’t know how it was possible that he could tell you enjoyed it when he behaved like a dork. He smiled back at you, trying not to linger too much on the way your hair fell on the bed and how the top buttons of that tight white shirt secured the pretty black bra he knew you were wearing underneath.

‘Anyways,’ He sat up more comfortably as he took his car keys out of his pocket. ‘Take a break from studying, okay? Do something relaxing for once. You’re getting on my nerves.’

You smiled more widely this time, still laying on your front and looking back at him with your tired pretty eyes from behind your shoulder.

‘Like what?’ You said, voice hoarsely by the tiredness, all that reading without your glasses had left you exhausted.

He scoffed in that cocky way so typical of him as he shrugged.

‘I don’t know. Take a nap. Watch a movie. Masturbate.’

You blinked a couple of times at his cheekiness until you had no other option than to bite your lower lip that was dying to lift into a smile.

‘Right.’ You said licking your lips, feeling your cheeks growing hot. ‘Don’t know how to do the last one, but I’ll try the other two.’

‘What?’

You laughed, looking down at the interesting pattern of your bedsheets as your skin turned even hotter.

‘I—’

‘I have to say that’s very Catholic of you, sweetheart.’

You laughed nervously again, feeling his heavy brown stare on you.

‘I have tried, okay?’ You said softly. ‘It’s not as easy when you’re a girl.’

‘How have you tried?’ As soon as he said it you looked back at him. ‘I—I’m not trying to be creepy or anything like that.’ He brushed his hair with his fingers in nervousness. ‘I just— I’ve met girls who haven’t learned because they tried to finger themselves and, you now, when you’re a virgin— I mean, if you are a virgin— Not that it’s any of my business, but—’

You shook your head, pretty lips lifting in a soft smile. He couldn’t understand how it was possible that he was the one with more experience, and still you were making him nervous, melting for you without you even noticing.

‘I am a virgin.’ You admitted, looking straight into his eyes, a bit amused at the way he seemed to not know what to do with this information.

‘Huh.’ Was all that he could say.

A few seconds of tension passed while you enjoyed how speechless Steve Harrington seemed to be by such revelation, until you couldn’t keep making him suffer with your silence.

‘Do you want to teach me?’ You asked softly.

‘Huh?’ He repeated. This time it was obvious that there were no thoughts behind those brown eyes as his cheeks turned pinker every passing second.

‘Steve.’ You said your name so sweetly he’d do anything so you could say it like that again. ‘Do you want to teach me how to touch myself?’

‘I— I can do that.’ He said sitting up straighter as your smile grew wider. He couldn’t believe what a loser you were turning him into, feeling his dick turning hard just by the sound of your confident voice. He had to get his shit together. ‘Yeah, of course, sweetheart.’

‘Okay.’ You said then. You blinked a couple of times as the shyness took over your body, realising this was really happening. Finally. ‘W-What do I do?’

‘Right. Stay there.’ He stood up from the bed urgently, and you looked back at him behind your shoulder as he grabbed one of your pillows next to the bed frame. You held your breath when his open palm touched your lower back and he attempted to place the pillow between your legs. ‘Is this okay?’

You nodded, your voice was barely audible when you answered, feeling the excitement in the pit of your stomach.

‘Yeah.’

‘Lift your hips for me.’ He said with his burning palm still against your lower back, and you did as he said while he placed the pillow comfortably under you.

Steve placed his other hand on your hip, squeezing once. He smiled at you from his place behind you, an encouraging, sweet thing that twisted your guts in the most pathetic of ways. You smiled back, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel terrified. What if something was wrong with you and you just couldn't get yourself off?

‘I’ve tried this before.’ You admitted then. ‘It didn’t work.’

‘Right.’ He stroked your skin over your shirt, a comforting gesture that was surprisingly help you calm down. ‘Can you show me what did you do?’

You nodded, moving your face to your front so he wouldn’t look at it as you tried to enjoy the friction of your underwear against the soft pillow, but it wasn’t right. You were too nervous, feeling the subtle shake of your knees and knowing that you weren’t wet enough for it to feel good.

Steve heard you sigh, stopping your movements when they became too uncomfortable.

‘Hey.’ His hand wrapped around the back of your knee, fingers stroking subtly, making you look back at him again. ‘It’s fine. What you’re doing it’s not wrong.’

‘I-Is it not?’ You asked confused. ‘Then why—?’

‘I think you’re just being too rough.’ He said tenderly, ‘Can you sit back a little bit for me?’ You did as he said without thinking twice, and he put his hand on your lower back again, except this time the heel of his hand fell partly on your butt cheek. Your eyes couldn’t get away from the sight of his veiny hands. ‘Look.’

He pushed softly, guiding you in slow movements as your crotch barely brushed the fabric of the pillow. This time you didn’t look away, instead you just sighed softly at the sight of Steve guiding your hips so sensually and delicately. He heard the sobby breath you took the third time the pillow brushed your clothed pussy, and he saw that, by the way you blinked slowly while your shoulders dropped, you seemed to be finally relaxing.

‘Let’s get you wet, yeah?’ He murmured as his brown eyes studied your pretty face.

‘Yeah.’ You moaned softly. ‘Please.’

‘Lay down, baby.’ He said as one of his hands sneaked under your shirt and his fingers started to draw sweet circles on the soft skin of your lower back. ‘I’ll take care of you.’

‘Uh-uh.’ You did as he said, laying on your chest as you let him take control of your hips.

He could see the way a dark patch of wetness was slowly forming on your baby blue underwear, loving the way the pleats of the pretty skirt fell over your ass. He pushed you down softly onto the pillow, so your pussy could start to get used to the friction.

‘That’s it.’ He said encouragingly. ‘That’s it, baby. Look how at how wet you are.’ You heard him laugh softly, with such tenderness, that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the pleasure. ‘Such a messy girl.’

His praise only made you moan as he felt you search for the friction yourself, hips moving slightly faster as the hand under your shirt still drew circles on your back. His eyes lingered on the dampness that was now leaking on the pillow, thin threads of wetness that made him swallow hard at the sight of your pretty cunt fucking the pillow underneath.

‘Fuck.’ He said under his breath. He couldn’t help but lift your skirt fully, squeezing your butt cheek with his hand as your movements grew a bit faster with his touch.

‘Steve.’ You called. When he lifted his eyes at you, the tightness under his pants turned even more unbearable. Hair messy, cheeks a bit sweaty, shiny eyes looking back at him as if this was just an absurd wet dream of his. ‘I—I think I’m losing it.’

He moved as soon as you stopped your movements, shutting your eyes hard and giving up to the frustration before he positioned himself so he would be hovering over you, chest against your back and one hand on the mattress as the other stayed on your hip.

‘Hey.’

Your lack of response made him lean in then, lips brushing your ear before leaving a soft kiss on your temple. The gesture made your eyes water in the cusp of your anxiety.

‘You’re doing amazing.’ He whispered on your ear with his velvet low-pitched voice. ‘And ‘m not leavin’ until you’ve cum at least twice.’

You opened your eyes, laughing softly. But he could feel the tint of bitterness behind it.

‘That’s ambitious.’ You said sarcastically. This is what you were terrified of, embarrassing yourself in front of him. And now you didn’t think you’d ever learn how to do this, or that you’d ever be able to look at his face again.

‘C’mon.’ He said burying his face on your neck, breathing in your perfume as his hand squeezed your hip again. ‘Close your eyes.’

You did as he said, taking a deep breath as you felt his hand leave your hip and his fingers stroking from your knee upwards. You couldn’t help but open your legs when his soft fingertips brushed your centre, feeling yourself getting wetter once again.

‘See?’ He whispered. ‘All this pretty pussy wants ‘s some love, baby.’

His words made you moan against your mattress, grabbing the bedsheets with your fist when his fingers pressed against your clothed lips, and he started rubbing softly. He couldn’t help but place his forehead against the back of your neck, as his frustration grew inside his pants every second you whimpered and shrunk on the bed. But he wasn’t going to let you notice. This was all about you.

‘Steve?’ You called in between deep breaths.

‘Hmm?’

‘C-Can I feel you?’

You heard him sigh deep against your neck while his fingers still rubbed the damp fabric of your panties, before his pelvis came in contact with your ass, and you felt him. All of him. Hard, bulky and warm against your body.

The contact made you both release a soft moan at the same time, and his fingers could no longer be merciful with you as he dared to put the fabric of your underwear aside and his fingertips found your puffy wet clit begging to be caressed and spoiled.

You were trembling underneath him, moaning so softly he had to lean back to look at your face. What Steve wasn’t expecting was catching the sight of your long mirror from the bed. His eyes weren’t able to stay away from the reflection: your beautiful face adorned by a desperate frown, looking angelically beautiful underneath his body as your toes curled and your knees shook, while your pussy got wetter and wetter under his fingers.

‘Look.’ He whispered in your ear as his eyes stayed on the mirror. You moved your neck slightly confused, until your eyes followed his and your gaze finally landed in the perfect image of his body over yours.

He saw you smile shyly through the mirror, and he couldn’t help but smile too.

‘Love how you look like this, you know?’ He whispered, and if you hadn’t been looking at his reflection on the mirror you would’ve sworn you’d made up those words inside your head. ‘That pretty face. Those – Fuck, those cheekbones I love. And this fucking uniform is makin’ me insane.’

He could feel you now moving your hips again as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The way the skirt looked so nicely lifted up, how the shirt hugged your curves, and the shape of your legs underneath the knee socks. Steve took the opportunity to remove his fingers as your hips sank against the pillow once again and you got lost in your own pleasure.

You opened your mouth as you felt yourself getting more sensitive and stimulated, feeling his cock against your ass but unable to keep your eyes off your reflection, enticed by the way you looked, by the movement of your hips, and the things your body was capable of doing, of feeling.

‘Oh.’ You moaned as your fists found the sides of the pillows, holding it in place so it’d be easier to rub yourself shamelessly against it. ‘I— Fuck.’

Steve stayed as silent as he could, looking at the way you slowly started to convulse while you mouth stayed open prettily and your moans turned desperate, tinted by the surprise of what you were experiencing. His hips melted against yours, following your rhythm as you kept fucking your now soaked pillow, until the walls of your pussy finally tightened, and you let out an exhausted moan as the sweet orgasm finally hit you.

He let you enjoy it, indulging in it as you rubbed yourself against the pillow a couple of times more before pressing your thighs together to preserve the throbbing feeling. When you started to come back to reality with heavy breaths, you felt his mouth against your neck and a sweet smile lifting his lips even if you couldn’t see him.

You rolled on your back, avoiding his eyes for a second before they ventured to meet his brown pupils.

‘You good?’ He said nodding towards you, trying to be nonchalant but foolishly failing at it. You laughed softly as he caged you with his arms, face hovering over yours as he tried to read you better.

‘I am good.’ You said, not sure of what to do or how to proceed after this. His eyes lingered on your mouth when you bit your lower lip and your eyes turned shy again. ‘I— Thank you.’

He shook his head softly, taking in the image of your after-lust beauty. His touch surprised you when his hand cupped your face, but you welcomed it warmly when his thumb stroked one of your cheekbones, feeling yourself melting against him.

‘You don’t need to thank me.’ He whispered, looking back at you. He licked his lips, hesitating before talking again. ‘I’ve missed you. Back at school. ‘S not the same without you.’

You blinked softly at his words, holding his hand against your cheek as if he’d disappear any second now.

But he wasn’t going anywhere.

‘Really?’

Steve leaned in to answer your question then. His lips brushed yours subtly before he kissed you softly, sensually so you wouldn’t forget the mess you had turned into minutes ago. His patient tongue stroked yours as he released a deep sigh and his hand, still wet with your dampness, interlaced your fingers over your bedsheets.

‘Really.’ He smiled when he leaned back to look at you with his heavy eyelids and his tired love-drunk eyes. ‘Maybe we should really sabotage those nuns.’

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at his joke. Knowing that you were gone, so gone.

🏷️: @thytorturedpoet @ellharrington

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crybabyddl · 2 days

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sunkissed

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: soft morning sex w steve <3

warnings: cursing, fluff, clingy!steve, established relationship, smut, praise, tipsy sex, oral (f receiving), penetration, no protection use

an: today (apr. 14) is the day steve and sunshine met ;) so i wrote something a lil special for them. hope you guys enjoy! *minors dni*

wc: 4.1k

steve and sunshine’s timeline

It couldn't have been later than six a.m. The waking sun shed an amber light that tinted your white sheer curtains, as they gently swayed in the brisk morning breeze. The wind blew harshly at times, prompting the sleepy boy next to you to nuzzle desperately closer to your heated touch. His lush, chocolate hair tickled your cheek as his head rested softly against yours when he abandoned his own pillow.

A freckled arm held you tightly against him as he spooned you, a breath that still smelled of beer and some other alcohol fanning your cheek. Usually, you recoil at the sour stench of liquor on people, but you couldn't help but to find it a bit endearing at the moment.

It was Steve after all. You found countless things about him endearing. Even his smelly little morning alcohol breath.

Sailing curious, feather-like fingers across his tanned skin that shined in the golden light, you stared at him in awe. His neck was still littered with stains of your lipstick from where you kissed him the night before. If you weren't so comfortable where you laid, trapped in this blanket of Steve, you'd rush to sneak a picture on your polaroid.

You knew exactly which one of your purses you'd want to keep the picture in too. It was only fair seeing as he kept his own photo of you in his wallet. And another on the dashboard of his BMW. And another on his bedside table.

It began getting hard to keep track of them all. Steve didn't mind though. When Steve would be having a less than ideal day, a rare but not uncommon occurrence, he couldn't avoid the grim ache of how much he missed you. It was such a treat when he would randomly stumble upon a picture of you somewhere, powerless against the blush and smile that would come.

The brightness of your room was blinding and unforgiving to the headache your hangover brought. Your hazy eyes stung when you tried to ogle the sunrise but you willingly gazed anyway. The sky was a gentle blue, cloudless, and full of melodic birds.

The moon still sat high and mighty, glowing, as it was being kissed by the sun's light.

It was such a breathtaking sight. A needle of guilt pricked you when you realized that you were witnessing it all alone.

Your fingers twitched when you thought about waking Steve, but he just looked too peaceful sleeping like this; lips puffy and dry from all his snoring and sleepy mumbles— hair perfectly untamed. Some rogue strands fell over his eyes, enticing you to gently sweep them behind his ears, careful not to wake him.

He groaned when you were unable to resist scratching at his scalp, eyebrows furrowing as his tired eyes failed to stay open. Not careful enough, apparently. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," you apologized in a hushed tone, apologetic smile to match.

"That's alright," he mumbled through a small grin, exhaustion weighing his voice down. Unfolding his body from the curled position he was in, his body tensed when he full-body stretched. You loved watching Steve wake up. It was like watching a flower bloom in real time. "What time is it?"

"Almost six," you responded after taking a glance at the dainty clock hung above your vanity. Steve's eyes widened as if he was startled. "Jesus, why're you up so early," you think you hear him say through his yawn. He laid his head down on your chest when he settled.

The hair that draped over his face was pushed back by your fingers so you could admire his lengthy eyelashes from this angle. "Maybe because somebody wouldn't stop kicking me in his sleep," you quipped, poking a finger at his side.

He scoffed in return before adjusting his head to stare back at you, "Well, I hope you find the guy who did that because I, personally, do not kick in my sleep."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, tell that to my leg." Steve shrugged as if you insisted on the matter, tossing the duvet over his head before trailing down to your legs. "What're you-"

The question was cut off with a muttered, "I do not kick in my sleep." He prodded at your thigh after each word to accentuate his (false) statement. Giggling at him, you waited for him to return from under the covers but he didn't move. It fell a bit quiet even. "Did ya get lost down there, Harrington?"

"Something like that," soft, sedative kisses to your hip punctuated his reply. It was so easy to be distracted once he had this view of you. Plump thighs that he wanted to sink his teeth into, stomach that he wanted to pepper kisses on, and a tempting honeypot that made his mouth water, on full display for him.

It was a trap that he unintentionally fell into, but was fully delighted to be in, nonetheless. You lifted the duvet from over his head, tittering at the mischievous grin on his face.

Pushing the oversized white shirt that belonged to Steve once upon a time above your belly button, he found comfort between your legs. A knot in the pit of your stomach formed at the tasty mix of curiosity and anticipation manifesting from all that was unfolding.

With booze still lingering in your system, your body was more sensitive than usual. Every little touch Steve gave you sparked electricity along your skin and, greedily, your body chased the sensation each time, clearly unable to stave off its hunger.

His hair tickled you dangerously close to your core and your body seemed to have a mind of its own, hips bucking up on his face involuntarily.

He simply smirked at you, indiscreetly relishing in the way you reacted to him so easily. So needily. Grabbing at your waist, the pads of his fingers pressed hard onto you, and you were sure the two of you would fuse. Your eyebrows pinched themselves together, tighter and tighter, the more impatient you became, mumbled pleas stumbling out of your lips.

Steve reluctantly broke eye contact with you to look down at your heated core that he was certain was desperate for his attention.

Pinning your lower half to the mattress, he left a few taunting pecks to your lacy underwear, loving the way your puffy lips felt against his mouth. A low groan eluded Steve when your nails tugged lightly at his roots after clutching a handful of his hair. The vibration from the sound was like a dull shock to your pulsating cunt.

As if the kisses weren't egging you on enough, the tip of his tongue started flitting about, sweetly licking at your clit and in between your folds. His movements were slow and calculated; giving you just enough but leaving much to be desired, all at once. It was becoming unbearable.

Any discipline you had left in you was long gone.

With one hand gripping Steve’s hair and the other twisting at a stiffened nipple, you tried to keep yourself steady as you grinded yourself against Steve’s face while quiet moans fell from your lips.

His tongue had quit its dance and he wasn’t kissing where you needed him anymore. Instead, he grinned; gawking at you through his eyelashes as you selfishly didn't stop using his face to get what you wanted.

It's almost too much to look at him.

His cock twitched and strained against his boxers, savoring the way you were getting so lost in pleasure. Steve caught how you struggled to maintain eye contact with him whilst you shamelessly flaunted your lack of self restraint.

The pillow by your head fell victim to the squeezing and kneading trap of your hand, helping to keep you grounded. Soft whimpers that poked through the silence of the room were nothing short of music to his ears. Steve always found himself captivated when you got like this. You were so hot.

It’s almost too much to look at you.

"Steve," you fussed. "It's too early to be teasing me like this." Though you were being sincere, you laughed a bit amid your desperation. Steve's carelessness to shave for the past few days left stubble on his jaw and the friction it gave you against your soaked panties was too enthralling.

"Never too early for that," he laughed, tracing a finger along the intricate patterns of your racy bottoms, "but anything for my princess."

He could never say no to you. There were no bounds to what his angel deserved. Your body was hungry and his mouth was thirsty.

Fingers wrapped around the hem of the flimsy material, he unveiled your needy core to his even needier mouth. He drew his own undergarments down with a single hand, the other finding your waist as he settled himself between the sweet temptation of your legs once more.

Steve garnered a mouthful of saliva before slowly spilling it onto your cunt. He watched, mouth agape, as it crept, long, wet and sloppy from the top of your sex to the bottom. It blended in seamlessly with all the arousal pooling around your folds and dripping down your ass.

A reflexive moan slipped from you when he blew cool air onto it, the sensitivity making your body react. He hummed, staring intently at your gorgeous, sopping hole. Any minute now, he was going to be drooling all over himself.

He dotted smooches to your bikini line, addicted to how the sounds you made practically begged him to ease the burden between your legs. Tongue swiping across his lips as if he was starved, he was certain that you were the most appetizing thing he had ever laid eyes on.

His dark, lustful eyes never left yours while he laid his tongue flat against your vagina, a pleased sigh luring itself out at the taste. The sudden contact hoisted your body off the bed.

Steve's eyes flutter shut when you let out the prettiest moan for him. It only drives him to devour you deeper, completely determined to lap up every drop of your nectar. He was already eager to feel you clench and shake against him as you came. The thought alone sent his body to grind his erection against the firm bed.

The satin sheets you dressed your mattress in were smooth and kind of cold on his cock.

Watching Steve like this was so hypnotizing. Him embraced by your thighs, hair wild, eyebrows knitted with threads of lust and focus, chin soaked from making out with your pussy, and fucking himself on your bed from how feral he was; it was all so dirty it left you speechless.

He didn't even have to touch you, really. Just seeing him be so primal was enough to leave you a moaning mess. Brainless for him. Fuck.

Steve's tongue instantly lands on your clit when he goes to tease it, being so familiar with your body and all. He was so hooked on the way you tasted, that he would eat you for hours on end, if you'd let him. He didn't tire. Steve loved the way he could send you into a frenzy with just his tongue. He got so much pleasure from seeing you in pleasure. It was so fucking sexy.

You were already close to your peak considering how aroused and needy you'd been for the past few minutes. Whining when he unlatched from you, he hushed you, running a thumb from your clit down to your entrance.

He didn't warn you before slipping in his long, slender pointer finger and you both let out a satisfied groan. While you moaned at the penetration, Steve moaned at the way your warm, dripping cunt easily dragged him in, gripping his digit. He used his hand to help you reach the high he knew was coming, curling and pumping in and out of you just the way you liked.

His mouth wasn't done with you yet, though.

Steve's tongue was frantic and slippery across your wetness. Your fingers were lost and running amuck in his brunette tresses as you struggled to cling onto reality. Legs trembling and chest heaving as your breathing got rapid, "Steve, Steve, Steve," tore out of you as if it was the only word in your vocabulary.

You didn't have to say anything else. He knew exactly what time it was.

"Mhm," he hums into you. The resonance from his voice tickles your clit perfectly and it's what you need to launch you over the edge. You slipped into a deep pool of euphoria, completely coming undone for him.

Both of your shaky hands held Steve's head firmly against you, giving him nowhere to go but right where you needed him. "Let it go, baby. Give it all to me," his muffled voice wavered a little as he coaxed you delicately.

If your hangover wasn't already making you dizzy enough, then Steve definitely was.

"That's it," he insisted, sweeping a comforting hand along your hips, "Just ride it out for me." His thrusts against the bed nearly brought him to an orgasm of his own but he was determined to save it for you. The way your hole pulsated, it was like it was calling for Steve to fill it.

The tight hold you had on his hair loosened as he crept his way up your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind the further he got.

His face was soaked and covered in an elixir of his spit and your juices, and some of it found solace on your own face when he leaned down to kiss you. The lewdness of it all turned you on more if that was even possible. His smile at you was dopey and naughty and it's wildly infectious.

"How're you feelin'?"

"Dizzy," you confessed, tucking some of his hair behind his ear though it doesn't make it look much neater. Concern straightened Steve's face in the blink of an eye, "Good dizzy or bad dizzy?" The pads of his fingers rushed to your temple to sooth you.

"Good dizzy, for sure," you kissed at his flushed, puffy lips in pure bliss. "Such a good dizzy," your hand trailed down from his stomach to his throbbing member. He was so hard it made you gasp. Steve tended to be harder than usual in the mornings, but this was different.

"You're so hard, oh my God," giggling against his lips, you stroked him agonizingly slow and steady.

"Well, duh. Prettiest girl in the world just came all over my face. How could I not be this hard for you?" His words hitched in his throat when your thumb spread his precum across the tip of his cock, groans rushing out of him.

He thrusted into your hand eagerly, but you soon stopped your movements, much to Steve's dismay. "God, you're such a little tease," he dropped his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the flirty perfume that still dwelled on your skin.

From your ear to your collarbone, he showered you in open-mouthed kisses, whimpers and throaty hums pouring out when he grinded himself against your velvety ass like a dog in heat.

You could tell how badly he needed you.

"And you're such a little hypocrite," a smile played at your lips, "but you're lucky. 'Cause I need you just as bad," you purred, stretching your leg behind his waist, bringing Steve to hold up your knee.

He slapped his cock on your entrance a number of times before running it along your folds, coating himself in your dripping mess. A hearty moan from you set off sparks in Steve's chest when he plunged his hard length into you.

Your pussy welcomed him in with open arms, surely not wanting him to leave as it gripped him tightly when he pulled out only to thrust right back into you.

His and your moans harmonized as you both reveled in the fervor. A hand flew to the back of Steve's head and held him there, loving the way he stretched you so perfectly. His cock was just the way you liked it; thick and veiny in such a way that it caressed your walls inexplicably well. It's a sensation so good that it makes your mind happily go blank and numb.

You were completely at Steve's mercy.

Steve caught your lips when they fell ajar, kissing you deeply. His head went fuzzy when you moaned shamelessly into his mouth, tongues colliding. Your racing pulse thumped against his fingers as he held you by your neck. Pulling away from the kiss, he slid his hand down your chest and stopped right where your heart beat, reminding you to breathe.

Still, his cock trucked in and out of you at a pace that was so delicious. It wasn't too fast and was in no way slow. It was exactly what you both needed.

"Shit, you feel so good."

Droning, you were unable to form any words other than fuck, yes, and Steve. Your mind, body, and soul was burning with a desire and yearn for him. Eyelids low and flickering, you put up a fight to keep your eyes from closing so that you could cherish this sight of him.

Sweeping back his hair, his eyes fluttered shut when you rubbed at his ear, knowing that he liked it so much when you did that, especially in moments like these. Steve loved the way you felt around him, of course, but it was the little intimate touches that really drove him over the edge. Steve wanted to stay here forever.

Your t-shirt bunched up around your chest, leaving your bouncing breasts on full display for him. Your face pulled against his, breath fanning his face as you mewled and moaned and begged. Pleading, glimmering eyes never leaving him. God, how scenic. You were so dreamy. Steve almost wasn't sure if he was still asleep or not.

You grinded yourself back against him, husky moans sounding from the boy that was making you feel so fucking good. Every hard thrust he gave, teased that little sensitive spot inside of you, and you swore you were in some sort of heaven. You cried out, back curving in ecstasy.

"There it is, yeah," he grunted, resting his hand on the spot where your back arched. "Right there, baby?"

Nodding your head hurriedly, a plethora of "yeah"s tripped out of your lips. He thrusted into your dripping core relentlessly, feeling you clench around him tightly. Your eyes were screwed shut and your legs were shaking like leaves in wind.

That, coupled with the gratification Steve was giving himself earlier, he already knew he wasn't going to last much longer but he needed to see you cum again one more time. At least.

His hand ran down your sweaty frame to where your bodies met, drawing circles at your clit.

"I love that. I love this," he praised the way you clenched around his shaft whenever he touched your clit while he was inside of you. It was wildly addicting. Steve couldn't put into words how heavenly you truly felt. He couldn't believe that you were his.

The moans you let out were breathy and frequent, a sure sign that you weren't far behind your climax either.

"You sound so pretty, baby," he whimpered, nudging his head so that his ear was pressed to your lips, not wanting to miss a single little noise you made for him. His clumsy fingers worked tirelessly at your clit. You held onto his wrist as you became consumed by bliss.

His and your hips collide when you buck yourself back against him as your cunt choked down on his cock, body writhing. If you carried on like this, soon you'd be seeing stars.

It's a nirvana that your past lovers were never able to take you to. Not the way Steve could. Steve loved watching you cum. He'd do anything to get you to cum.

"F-Fuck, that's so good. You're doing so good, sunshine. You're so fucking pretty like this. It’s unreal. Holy shit," he babbled. If Steve didn't stop now, he'd surely explode.

While riding out your orgasm, you felt him go suddenly absent. "Why'd you pull out," you whined, head falling back onto your pillow in protest. But trust him, it's the last thing that he wanted to do.

"Because I was about to fucking cum," he whined back, laughing a bit as he squeezed the base of his raging cock. "When you cum you get so tight. It feels so fucking good, you have no idea, baby," he cooed, rushing back into you, already missing your warmth.

After your two orgasms, your hole was impossibly wet and hot and Steve's dick was absolutely drowning. It doesn't take Steve much to utterly crumble. He was now at your mercy, all whiny and needy and desperate for you, fucking you faster and deeper than before. His gaze never dared to leave your face. You were so beautiful it made his chest ache.

If there were a textbook solely dedicated to beauty, there was no doubt in Steve's head that you'd be plastered all over it. Just look at you.

"How're you so perfect, huh? Why are you so perfect? It's not fair, baby, I swear," his thrusts were becoming sloppy and offbeat. "You could get away with anything with a face like this." Steve Harrington. The king of praise. If his cock or mouth couldn't make you cum, his words surely could.

"You gonna cum for me, Steve?" His forehead dropped onto yours as he nodded, beads of sweat falling on your face and you can't say that you mind at all.

Steve loved having you under him like this. Loved having his hands laced through yours on either side of your head, your legs wrapped tight around him, keeping him in. Loved being able to lower his head just a few centimeters to have his lips clash with yours. He just wanted to kiss you and love you and fuck you like this all damn the time.

"Oh, baby." His mouth falls open as whimpers and moans and groans spill everywhere, warm cum spurting into you. Goosebumps erupted all over his body. As he came, his greedy, convulsing body pushed further and further into you, chasing down his high incessantly.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close, while you peppered his contorted face in pecks that were gentle, in contrast to the intensity his body was feeling.

The repeated, grating clanks of your metal headboard beating against your wall slowed and soon quieted once Steve collapsed onto you, totally fucked out and sleepy all over again.

"Fuck, that was so good, princess." A smile pulled at your lips in agreement.

His breathing was heavy and you chose to calm him down by playing with the short little hairs that stuck to his skin from all the sweat.

The crook of his neck was in your face and you noticed the lipstick stains you saw earlier still hadn't faded.

"It looks like you have a sky on your neck," you lilted, finger ghosting over the area below his ear. The sentence made Steve's eyebrows scrunch together. Confused, understandably. Still, he was curious to know what you meant. "I have a what now?"

You reached for the compact mirror on your end table, opening it to give Steve a look, "A sky!"

He blushed at your sweet giggle. "These kiss marks kinda look like clouds and your moles are the stars," you traced them as you spoke. "See? It's a sky," you affirmed with a smile.

Steve only stared back at you with the most lovesick grin on his face. He still couldn't believe you were his. He rested his head back down on your shoulder, drawing invisible patterns along your sternum. "I like the way you see things; the way you think about things. It's so adorable and bright. I love your brain. I love you, sunshine."

Your heart undeniably skipped a couple beats at that. Steve always complimented you, but there was something about how sweet and gooey like honey those words were that made you feel like you were going to burst.

"I love you too, Stevie," you took his freckled cheeks in your hands, planting your smiling lips against his own for a kiss, still tasting yourself on his lips. Pulling away, you ogled the way he beamed, completely and utterly glowing in front of you, the same way the moon outside glowed when it was kissed by the sun's light.

The moon only glows when kissed by the sun.

💌 1 new message from jojo: smut isn’t really in my skillset so im a little unsure abt this lol. but i wrote this with a lot of love, nonetheless! feedback is so greatly appreciated!

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crybabyddl · 2 days

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pretty boy

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

prompt: steve isn’t used to the reader’s compliments

warnings: smut (18+) • masturbation (m) • handjob • sub steve (kinda) • friends to lovers sorta

word count: 1.4k

notes: this is kinda rushed srry

You can’t help but giggle as Steve struts out of the dressing room, his ego much larger than you anticipated. You had dragged Steve to the mall, convincing him a new wardrobe would finally get him the girlfriend he’s been so desperately searching for. You didn’t mean to make fun of his stride but you always saw right through the facade. The man was much dorkier than he looked, his ineptness masked by beauty.

“I knew you were fucking with me!” He pouts as he struggles to tug the denim vest from his shoulders.

“Steeeeve I’m sorry!” you laugh as you spring to your feet, trying to get the garment back onto him. “It looks good!” You truly meant it, though the smirk across your face didn’t help him believe that.

“The constant tormenting really isn’t good for this friendship.” He quips.

“I mean it Steve! You look pretty.” you smile, patting him on the shoulder before sitting back down. Steve scratches his head, confusion now replacing his previous annoyance.

“What?”

He raises a brow at you as he places his hands on his hips.

“What do you mean pretty?”

“You stupid, Harrington?

He met your gaze with a puzzled expression, not quite used to your compliments. Steve had been called many things but pretty was not one of them until now. He felt a little strange, a flutter in his stomach growing as he sat down.

“Pretty like….a girl, pretty?”

“If you wanna take it that way Steve! Now are you gonna buy that or what?” You sigh, sick of his fixation on a single word. He huffs, taking the vest to the register before making his way out of the store.

“Whatever…”

Steve gulps as you start your car. For some reason he felt a little weird about you driving him home, mind still stuck on that one word. Your mutual silence and hum of the car’s engine filled the air with an unspoken tension. He felt uneasy, not wanting to look you in the eye as you nudged his arm.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” you question, slightly alarmed by his silence. You knew how much he loved to run that mouth of his.

“I just…” his voice trails off, "what did you mean by pretty?” he glances at you before placing his eyes back on the road.

“Jesus you're still thinking about that!?” you laugh, “You must’ve liked it huh?” you tease.

“N-No!” he protests, voice shaking with uncertainty. He wasn’t sure if he even believed that answer himself, face heating up as he fidgets with his fingers in his lap.

“You like it when I call you pretty, Steve?” you prod at him, amused by his nervous state.

“S-Shut up…” He breathes, face going red as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He couldn’t help but feel his cock twitch in his jeans as he replayed your words in his head. He wasn’t used to your praise, your dynamic usually consisting of playful insults and teasing. He wasn’t sure if you actually meant the compliment, but he certainly enjoyed hearing it come out of your mouth regardless. He was thankful you weren't onto him, not noticing the bulge quickly starting to form in his pants. He lets out a shaky breath as you pull up to his house, placing his hand over his crotch to conceal his unwanted excitement.

“Can I hang out for a little? We can watch a movie or something.” you suggest as he unfastens his seatbelt.

“Nope! I’ve got an early shift at work tomorrow.” he lies, blinking nervously.

You barely have a chance to say goodbye before he slams the passenger door closed and heads for his front door, clearly in a hurry to get home. Weird.

Steve pants as he struggles to get out of his clothes fast enough, kicking off his shoes while simultaneously unbuttoning his pants and yanking them down his legs. He gets his shirt stuck over his head, falling to his bed blindly before successfully getting it off and throwing it across the room. He felt guilty, cock aching at the thought of you. He didn’t know why one stupid word got him so worked up. It felt so good hearing you say it…he wanted more. What else could you call him? Maybe you could touch him too, make him feel good. He finally wraps a hand around his cock, grunting as he squeezes himself. He moans your name, too caught up in his own thoughts to hear his door open.

“Steve you left your-” you gasp as you see him leaned against his headboard, dick in hand.

“What the fuck?!” He yells, throwing his blanket over his lower half. His face goes red….did you hear him?

“I- Um-” he stutters.

You toss his forgotten vest on the floor, squinting as you think about what you had just heard.

“Did you….say my name?”

“What?! No! That’s so weird that you would say that!” he scoffs. What a shitty liar. You walk over to his bed, sitting beside him. You watch as his chest rises and falls, breathing heavy from his alone time being cut short.

“It’s okay if you did Steve. It’s fine.” you reassure him. You had a strong feeling you caused this.

“Why?” he whispers as he holds his head down, struggling to make eye contact.

“Is it because of earlier?” you ask, grabbing his chin to make him look at you. A blush spreads across his face as his eyes focus on your lips. He nods,

“Yeah.” he breathes, voice quiet and cautious. he sucks in a sharp breath as you press a hand against his chest

“Tell me what you want Steve…” you whisper. You watch closely as he leans into your touch, desperate and docile. He wasn’t used to being asked what he wanted. He wasn’t used to someone being so gentle with him. He was completely in the palm of your hand.

“You want someone to take care of you Stevie?” you ask, caressing his cheek. He leans in to kiss you but you back away, leaving him unsure of what to do next.

“Lay down.” you instruct.

He leans back, head resting against his pillows as he looks up at you. His lashes flutter as his breathing quickens with anticipation. He had never really thought about you this way, but it all seemed to happen so naturally. You pull the blanket from off of him, marveling at his size as a grin tugs at your lips. You go to wrap a hand around his twitching cock, precum beading at the head. As he feels your touch, his hips immediately buck up into your grasp, a whine falling from his lips.

“Such a pretty cock, Stevie…” you tease, making his eyes squeeze shut in response to the adored word. He writhes against the bed as you stroke him slowly, back slightly arching as he tries to drive himself deeper into your hand.

“Feels good huh?” you ask. He nods in response, letting out a choked moan as he tries to speak.

“Use your words Steve.”

“Yeah…feels so good.” he breathes as he grips the bedsheets.

“Look at me.” you demand, grabbing his face with your free hand. His eyes open slowly, tears welling up in them as the pleasure grows overwhelming. You pump him faster as your eyes meet with his, a cry coming from him loudly.

“Do you wanna cum?” you ask as you wipe a tear from his cheek.

“Please–p-please” he begs, his release approaching quickly with each word from you.

“You wanna cum Steve?” you repeat in a whisper, stroking him faster as he struggles to thrust up into your hand. He’s almost over the edge, cock pulsating from his near climax. You take your hand in his as you continue to jerk him off with the other. He squeezes desperately as he finally hears it,

“Cum for me Stevie.” you plead, grip around his length tightening as he bucks into your hand one last time. His body goes tense with pleasure as the bliss of his orgasm washes over him, a cry escaping his lips. You wipe up the rest of his cum on your hand with your fingers, licking them clean as he watches you in awe. He pants as he stares at you, in shock of what had just transpired.

“Thank you…” he manages as he runs a shaky hand through his hair.

“You’re welcome, pretty boy.”

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crybabyddl · 2 days

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| sleeping beauty -part 2 |

part 1

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut (18+) • dry humping / thigh riding • somnophilia • grinding (? not clothed)

notes: part 2 of sleeping beauty!

You find it hard to breathe as you tug your underwear to the side, eager to feel your wetness delicately dragging against Steve’s thigh. As you begin to rock against him, each movement deliberate and slow, you see him stir. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as you stare at him. Nothing was more beautiful than his lips parted, pink and puffy as you used him for your pleasure. You clawed at his leg, whines and curses under your breath growing louder as you move your hips in circles.

“Steve….Stevie…Can you wake up for me baby?” You beg as you run a shaky hand through his hair, tugging at his locks as you start to feel the familiar buzz of your pleasure building.

“Hmm?” He murmurs groggily as your moans pull him from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open.

“Help me out baby? I think I deserve it, yeah?” You pant as your vision was clouded with tears prickling at your eyes. You needed it badly, your clit aching as you couldn’t quite find the spot to push you over the edge. Steve looks up at you, lids heavy with adoration as he watches you fawn over his leg.

“Whatever you were dreaming about got you really excited…” You tease. He looks down, a blush washing over his face as he looks at the mess he made in his underwear.

“It happened again huh?” He whispers, a little embarrassed as he shifts uncomfortably. You nod as you grab his hands, guiding them towards your chest. He gets the idea now, squeezing your tits as his brows furrow in awe. You move faster, his soft touches fueling your arousal. You can tell he’s getting antsy as he gulps, cock throbbing in his cum soaked boxers. You pull them down his thighs, just enough to allow his length to spring free.

“It’s so pretty Stevie…” You coo as his mouth hangs open. He goes to wrap a hand around his cock before you stop him, grabbing his wrist and halting your grinding. You bite your lip as an idea strikes your mind. You scurry to stand up, quick to pull your underwear down your legs before getting back on top of him.

“We can do this together baby…” You breathe as your hips hover over him. You both gasp as you sit, beginning to slide over him, his cock settling between your wet lips.

“Oh f-fuck!” He cries with each movement from you, your slick core enveloping his aching cock. Your ears rang as you dug your nails into his chest, your swollen clit catching on his tip.

“I’m gonna cum!” He wails as his eyes squeeze shut. His head is thrown back, sweat dripping down his forehead as he sees stars, on the brink of his release. You squirm as you try to keep your rhythm, nearly there along with him.

“S-Steve!” You cry loudly. With one last thrust of your hips you come undone, writhing on top of him as you call his name. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you towards him to lay on his chest as he cums, quickly following behind you. White ropes of his release paint his stomach as you try to catch your breath. You both go limp, panting as you hold each other.

“Wow,” He breathes as he rubs circles around your back. “That was a lot…” He sighs in content. You lift your head to look at him, a lazy smile on your face,

“Why don’t we get some sleep? And try not to hump me this time…”

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| sleeping beauty |

part 2

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve dry humps the reader in his sleep

warnings: smut (18+) • dry humping • somnophilia(?)

notes: just a short little something :) my first fic so have some grace 😭

You sigh as Steve paws at your hips, his nimble fingers digging into your soft flesh as he ruts against you here and there. You winced as he pressed a little harder, knowing you would be littered with small bruises by morning. He held onto you for dear life as he groaned into your ear;

“Please…” He begs, soft and sweet.

Steve was a rather imaginative dreamer. Most nights you found yourself awoken by his persistent cries of your name, pleading for more of whatever erotic scenes played in his sleep. He would rub against whatever was near, unconsciously seeking any kind of stimulation.

“More…” He whispers, voice dripping with want. You would be more agitated by the unknowing disruption of your slumber if his pleas didn’t sound like heaven echoing in your mind. Your eyes close as you try not to focus on the warmth of need turning in your stomach, quickly traveling between your thighs.

“Please…P-Please..” He chants, clothed cock nestling against your ass. His hands are now all over you, touching any inch of skin within his grasp as he grows more desperate. He rests his head between your neck and shoulder as he grinds against you, his hard cock twitching beneath his boxers. He wraps his arm around your waist and pushes his hips further into you, moving harder and faster, his mumbles and groans turning into whimpers and cries.

“Feels so good…” He whines as he chases his pleasure. You let out a shaky breath as his moans grow louder, his release almost within reach. “Need you- so- oh god…” He babbles, struggling to form a coherent sentence while asleep. You shift onto your back, needing to feel some sort of relief as the ache in your core grows with each moan from Steve. He instinctively settles between your legs, his body drawn to the heat emanating from you. You let out a broken moan as he rocks against you, the friction between clothing making your vision hazy. You try to focus on his bare shoulders scattered with moles and freckles as his movements turn sloppy and frantic. You knew he was close and you wanted nothing more than for him to tremble above you, brows furrowing as he finally let go.

“Let it out baby...” You beg as you hold onto him, hoping your words somehow make their way into his dreamstate.

“F-Fuck!” He lets out a high pitched moan as his hips sputter, grinding coming to a halt as his orgasm washes over him. He sighs as he goes limp, his weight sinking onto you completely. You pant as you feel his cock twitching against you, his cum seeping through his underwear onto your soaking panties. He rolls off of you, back to his quiet snores and drooling as he slowly comes down from his high. As you admire the wild strands of hair laid against his pillow, you climb onto him, straddling his thigh.

My turn…

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this looks like pongo from the snl sketch

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White Knuckles and Red Hearts | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

a cute little (I don't know what this work means, the fic is 3.9k words) oneshot for valentines day <3 IT STILL COUNTS BECAUSE ITS FEBRUARY

You had been paired together in Home Ec. You were making eclairs. Everyone else in your class sneered at him, hoping - praying - that they wouldn’t have to be in the same workspace as the freak of Hawkins High. Sure, you didn’t jump for joy when you met him in your designated kitchen space, but you gave him a warm smile and introduced yourself. From that moment on, your name rang through his mind like church bells. His hands shook when the two of you measured ingredients, but you quickly put him at ease with your effortless friendliness.

“So, eclairs huh… have you ever made them before?” You smiled over the metal bowl filled with various dry ingredients.

“Ahh, can’t say I’ve had the pleasure. Don’t find a lot of fancy baking in the trailer park. But I did spend about 10 minutes in a French class before I was kicked out so I do know that it’s french.” Eddie jousted back with a dry laugh.

“That’s where I knew you from! Your face looked so familiar to me!” You giggled. Eddie’s cheeks bloomed a glowing red. Your smile grew and you peeled your eyes away from him to form your choux.

“You know, in French eclair means flash.” You babbled. Eddie could see your cheeks were turning a darker pink than the rouge already donning your apples. Eddie wanted to listen to you talk forever. “They say it’s because the glaze on the top of them… or because people eat them so quickly, they’re gone in a flash!” You both looked up and locked eyes. You suddenly felt shy. Stupid under the glow of the big brown doe eyes peering down at you. How the hell did anyone think that this person in front of you was a freak, was dangerous, wasn’t worth friends?

“Sorry, I’m babbling now.” You turned away to begin whipping cream while Eddie had begun to boil water.

“No, no! Babble away! You have interesting stories.” Eddie praised.

The rest of the afternoon flew by as the two of you laughed, stole spoonfuls of chocolate, and filled your delicate pastries with sweet cream. The bell dismissing the students from their last period of the day startled the two of you out of your dream world. You handed Eddie the last bowl that needed to be put away and wiped your wet hands on your jeans.

“Well, thanks for being a great home ec partner, Eddie. If we get to pick our people next time, we should work together again.” You smiled and squeezed his shoulder as you breezed past him to grab your backpack. You flashed him another smile and waved at the door. Eddie felt his knees buckle. You were beautiful; Eddie had noticed you at the beginning of the semester, in awe of how simple and easy you made beauty look. You weren’t popular by any means, but as a member of the drama club, you had a great group of friends. Eddie couldn’t imagine why you would want anything to do with him.

DnD wasn’t the same; Eddie’s mind was not fully immersed in the world he had created. Usually charismatic and intense, he was tripping on words, forgetting important details he had set up last session. His mind was transfixed on you. God, he felt pathetic. You were the first girl that wasn’t in Hellfire or wasn’t trying to get free weed from him to be nice to you. Was that all this was? Was he that pathetic that he was going to fall in love with any girl who was nice to him? Surely not. You were different. Not every girl had glowing eyes like you did; nor did they have such a friendly smile, and the slightest dusting of freckles across their cheeks like yours. They didn’t genuinely laugh at his jokes or touched his arm like you did. You weren’t petty or rude or hung out with him as a joke or-

“Dude!” A squeaky voice rang out, interrupting his daydreams of your interactions. “I rolled a 16 does that hit or not?!” Dustin Henderson was not a patient person on a normal day, but now, the third time he had to snap Eddie out of whatever coma he was in, he was rapidly growing angrier by the second.

“Uh- yeah.. How many hit points does it take?” Eddie mumbled.

Within 25 minutes, the whole Hellfire party had surrendered to their DM, ending the session 40 minutes before their scheduled end. With a frustrated huff, the gaggle of high schoolers exited the stuffy prop room and into the dim hallways.

February rain was not uncommon in Hawkins. It had caught you off guard though. In typical midwest fashion, the morning had started out mild and sunny. Now, at 5:45 when you were attempting to flee the grip of Hawkins High and make the 10 minute walk to the comfort of your own home, you were met with sleet and rain. You paused at the thick glass doors keeping you warm and dry and let out a long sigh that clouded the vision in front of you. You shrugged your shoulders and pushed through the doors into the cold, wet parking lot. You were kept warm by the thought of seeing an outlandish metalhead in the morning. You had to admit, you had been scared by Eddie Munson. His hard shell deterred many people away, but when you were given the opportunity to get to know him today, you penetrated right through to his soft center. You had to stay after school to direct for the one act festival next month, but like Eddie, your mind was transfixed on your home ec partner. You replayed your conversations in your head as you headed to the main street that dissected the community of little houses and the high school field. You shivered into your jean jacket, cursing the fact that your fashion choices weren’t practical at all for a rainstorm in February. Your eyes stayed glued to the pavement in fear that your face would freeze solid if you looked against the wind. Your hair stuck to the sides of your cheeks. You moved your legs as fast as they would carry you.

Eddie jogged out to his van, now covered in frosted rain drops. The short jaunt already had made his hair heavy with moisture and left a shiver in his spine. His engine lazily sputtered to life and he tore out of the school’s parking lot. He couldn’t wait to get home to pick up his guitar and write you forbidden love songs you would never hear. His headlights pelted through the thick, icy rain. God it was miserable. As he rounded the corner of yet another sleepy avenue, he slowed his van and pulled to the side of the road. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief as he stared at your hunched over figure fighting through the storm (and very obviously losing). He pulled his rusted van over to the sidewalk just ahead of where you were trudging. You stopped and squinted towards the rusty Chevrolet Astro and the curly haired driver that was looking at you with his beautiful, yet worried, eyes. You could see Eddie’s tongue poke out of his mouth as he reached over to the passenger side of his van to unlatch the door.

“Hey, Y/N! Are you okay?” The boy had to yell to be heard over the pelting rain and the rattle of his exhaust pipe. “Do you need a lift?”

Your heartbeat quickened and your cheeks grew warm. You smiled at him sweetly. “It’s okay, Eddie. It's only a few more blocks to my house.”

“Are you sure? It’s terrible outside. I really don’t mind!” You paused in contemplation. Did you know Eddie well enough to get into his van? Most of your friends would say no, but you felt like you’d known him for a long time. You felt safe around him. So you shrugged your shoulders and hopped into his van with a small ‘thank you’ leaving your lips. A sudden wave of bashfulness hit you after you gave Eddie approximate direction to your house.

“I-I usually just walk, you know? It was so nice this morning, but…” you ended in a curt giggle, and you couldn’t help but shake your head in embarrassment. It made Eddie’s dimples sprout on each of his cheeks, like you had seen for the first time this afternoon.

“Well a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking at all! Let alone in weather like this!” Fuck. His lips moved before his brain could catch up and stop him. His eyes grew double in size and it was his turn for his cheeks to turn a bold red. “Sorry I didn’t mean- I mean-”

“It's okay Eddie.” You turned your head away from him to stifle your grin. “I appreciate the ride”

It felt like no time before Eddie pulled up to your house.

“Thank you again, so much for the ride. That was so sweet of you.” That damned shoulder touch again. The warmth from the hand around his jean jacketed shoulder sent molten lava straight to his heart.

“Hey,” he choked. He ravaged his cluttered console for an old napkin and a sharpie. He hastily scribbled his digits on the napkin and shoved it towards you, eyes glued to his knees.

“Here, take this, just in case you get caught in this shit weather again.” He didn’t feel your fingers take the paper. He peered up at you, cheeks bright red and brown eyes bright with rejection already. “You know, I just-I don’t mind driving you, you know? It’s strictly just-” He was interrupted by your soft hand around his wrist.

“Eddie” you cooed as you took the wrinkled paper from his hand. “You are the sweetest. Of course I’ll take it. I really appreciate it.” Your eyes locked with him and you felt electricity surge from him to you. You released your grip with a blush and backed away from his van.

“Maybe I can call you about some home ec homework too?” Eddie thought his chest was going to burst out of his chest.

“Y-yeah, doll. That would be great.”

He watched to make sure you got into your house, and left only when you flashed him a smile and wave from your door. He drove home smitten, still smelling your perfume, feeling your warmth from the empty seat beside him. Blissful giggles escaped his lips.

The shrill ring of the telephone startled Eddie out of his daze and brushed through the cloud in his room to the hallway. He picked up the phone and answered with a lazy ‘hey’. His throat closed when he heard your voice peep on the other end of the line. \

“Hey, Eddie. I-is this a bad time?” Yes. Eddie thought. He was just starting to feel his buzz, now he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

“No! No not at all! What’s up, Y/N?” His baritone voice went straight to the butterflies in your stomach. You took a deep breath to ground yourself. You could hardly believe what he was doing to you. Yesterday, Eddie was a stranger to you, someone that was interesting to look at, but you hadn’t dared interact with him - he was too cool for you.

“I-I’m so sorry to ask this… but I think I left my history textbook in your van from this afternoon. I am so sorry but is there any way I can come pick it up or you could-”

“Oh! Yeah I will bring it to you, no problem!” Eddie choked. Your stomach sank in excitement.

“Oh, great, thank you so much!”

“I’ll be there in 10” Eddie hung up the phone before you could let out another apologetic thank you. You bit at your nails in selfish excitement.

Eddie raced through the darkening streets of Hawkins. He remembered where you lived like the back of his hand: past the school three blocks, to the left, then take a right and you were almost at the end of the street. Luckily the storm His headlights pulled up to the sidewalk in front of your house, like he did earlier that afternoon. To his surprise, he saw the upstairs window on the second floor illuminated with your excited figure. You sheepishly slid the window open and crawled through it and shimmied down the ivied siding. You trotted up to Eddie’s unrolled passenger window.

“Hey, Eddie. Thank you so much!”

“No problem. Front door broken?” Eddie chuckled.

“Nah, strict parents make for sneaky kids.” You wagged your eyebrows at him. You boldly opened his passenger door and snaked into the seat. Eddie’s cheeks grew warm with yours as your bodies were now closer (but not as close as you both craved). He sheepishly handed you your textbook, which you pulled to your chest.

“Thanks, Eddie.” you peeped. A sudden burst of courage hit you, and although your hands felt numb, you took a breath and let the words escape your mouth. “I need to tell you, I don’t think that you’re crazy and weird like people say.” You dared to look into his soft, dark eyes. “I think you’re really sweet, and funny. And it really sucks that Hawkins is too small minded to see how great you are.” You leaned over and gave him a sweet peck on the cheek before hopping out of the passenger seat. Eddie wanted to pull you back to him, to grab your face and press his lips to yours; but he was frozen in shock. He would have never imagined you ever wanting to talk to him again, let alone thinking he was a good guy AND pressing your perfect pout to his cheek?

“Thank you again, Eddie, for driving all the way over here. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He mustered up the strength to break out of his daze. “Yeah, doll. I’ll see you then”

With silent smiles, Eddie watched you retreat back up the siding of your house back through your window, pausing to look back at him.

Eddie drove home with a smile plastered to his face.

The second week of February was filled with stolen glances in the busy hallways of Hawkins High. Your home economics classes flew by, papers being graffitied with notes and doodles passed between the two of you. Your dreams were filled with Eddie. Every second or third comment to your regular grouping of lunch buddies was something that the metalhead said or did or comments that reminded you of him; But you didn’t dare disturb him and his gaggle of Hellfire-clad freshmen; just like he knew he would warrant a death wish by coming to speak to you and your friends. So, you kept your little slice of heaven to blushing smiles, secret notes, and your home ec class.

When the two of you both found yourselves at school late (which both of you were finding more excuses, Eddie would offer to drive you home. You would sheepishly follow him through the parking lot and take (what Eddie will now permanently hope is) your spot in his rusty van. You were scared to admit it to Eddie, but it was easy for your own revelation: Eddie was very quickly becoming your comfort person.

February 14th was usually a day that reaffirmed that Eddie was destined for a life of loneliness in Hawkins, Indiana. Until, he pried open his overfull locker and was greeted with a small green note with his name neatly printed on it.

“Eddie. Thank you for being such a great person to be around. I hope you have a great day - just like the rest. You deserve them.”

Under the message, your name sat with a small heart scribbled next to it. Eddie’s cheeks burnt a furious red. His big brown eyes scanned the hallway desperately, hoping to spot your bouncy curls, or hear your infectious laugh; but to no avail. He trudged through the halls. He strode up to Chrissy Cunningham and her gaggle of cheerleaders - your normal crowd.

“Hey Chrissy.”

“Oh- uh, Eddie?” The metalhead could tell that he had caught the girl off guard.

“Sorry, don’t mean to bother you in your natural habitat” the girls shifted uneasily. “But do you know where Y/N is? I need to talk to her… about home ec homework.” He wavered over his lie, and Chrissy caught the note grasped tightly in his hand.

“I haven’t seen her yet today.” The girl gave a polite but curt answer. The group dissipated, but Chrissy offered a light touch on his shoulder. “When I see her, I’ll let her know you need to talk to her.” With her words ringing in his ear, and the shrill warning of the morning bell, Eddie was alone in the hallway with his lovestruck mind. He decided to do what he did every time he was in crisis: go to the bleachers and make himself forget about all the shit that was worrying him. He spent the morning outside, but by the end of the day Eddie had spent his time either thinking about you, or tracing every inch of the school looking for you.

You had stayed home, school feeling less than ideal today. You had stuffed the note in Eddie’s locker at the end of the day - opting to stay even later than he did and walked yourself home. You didn’t sleep all night, and could barely get any food down today. Would he understand? You were only bold enough to make a move in subtleties. Would he care?

Eddie gripped his steering wheel with white knuckles. It was a drive that he wished was both over already and would never end. It was a short drive to your house from Forest Hills Trailer Park. Eddie had called Hellfire off and beelined out of the school when he found out you hadn’t shown up at all. He felt he had paced a trench in his bedroom floor debating whether or not he should go to your house. What if the letter was a mistake? Or if you were only reaffirming you only liked him as a friend? When the clock hit 9:30pm, he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed his keys from the hook by the door and trotted down the concrete steps. When the van rumbled to a start, he turned the radio fully off, too tempted to be absorbed in his own thoughts. The streetlights of your neighborhood illuminated the small red heart box and the humble bouquet of roses that sat where you normally did. Eddie chewed on his lip so hard he thought he tasted blood. His brakes squealed to a halt on the sidewalk outside of your tidy little house. He had hoped that the light in your bedroom would be off, so he could wimp out and go home and hide in his bed forever. But his heart skipped an excited beat when he saw the light in the window you had crawled out of a week ago was on, and it illuminated your figure moving through your room.His breath caught in his throat as he turned the key in his ignition and grabbed his wares to begin his journey up the ivy siding to your window.

You had hid yourself away in your room - cassettes, VCRs and books being your welcome distraction from your anxious heart. A tap on your window pulled you from Madonna’s breathy whines about living in a material world. Your heart dropped to your knees when you saw a mop of dark ringlets framing an alabaster face. Eddie’s eyes were wider than you have ever seen them, but filled with an unreadable haze. You rushed to the window and let the boy fall into your room. He straightened himself up with a nervous smile, you returned the sentiment. His hands stayed fixed behind his long body. He shifted his weight, but couldn’t help but inch closer to you as well.

“Hey” he peeped

“Hi, Eddie. What are you-”

“I-uh. I got your note.”

Your breath hitched and it was your turn to shift your weight. The spot on your carpet was suddenly too tempting to look at than Eddie’s face. His hands obscured his vision. In them you saw a small red box, and flowers. You looked up at Eddie with confused excitement; his face was warm, cheeks blushing.

“I looked for you all day at school today because I wanted to ask you if you’d be my-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you threw yourself into his arms. Your cheek could feel the pounding in his chest and he stood in shock.

“Of course I will, Eddie.” You breathed into him. You pulled yourself away from him and took the flowers from his hand. You placed them on your desk with a giggle. You turned to see the open box that Eddie had in his hand. In it laid a small chain with a pink and purple guitar pick. You gasped in awe and your eyes filled with tears.

“I thought, since I have one-” he pulled a red and black pick on a chain out of his Dio tee. “We could kind of match.” Eddie’s voice shook. His cheeks matched the red on his own necklace. You pulled him to you and pecked your plumped lips against his cheek. Eddie chuckled as he spun you to put your new favorite piece of jewelry on you. Eddie clasped the metal and ran his hands down your arms.

“Let me take you on a date, please?” He whispered. His hands sent shivers throughout your body. His lips pursed on the top of your head and you wished you could stay in this moment forever. You turned in his arms and draped yourself around his neck. His arms migrated from your arms to your cheeks. His doe eyes were dark with admiration, he wanted to devour you whole, but he waited, silently asking for permission to press his lips to yours. You silently obliged him and tilted your chin up to him. His soft lips met yours and the world slowed. His thumb traced small grounding circles on your jaw. Your insides filled with molten, a desperation for the moment to never stop. Eddie’s soft lips probed yours, lightly asking for permission to deepen your kiss. You permitted him with a content sigh and let Eddie show you just how much he really cared about you. All of the words he was too afraid to say to you, all of the times he wished that he could sweep you off your feet and kiss you in front of everyone. For the thank you he couldn’t give you for the note you left him. For the times he wanted to ask you out in his van, or the time he desperately wanted to tuck your wet hair behind your ear the first day he drove you home. He poured all his heart out to you and you felt it. You pulled away softly with wet eyes.

“Eddie, I would be honored.”

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𖥔 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𖥔

summary ; steve wakes you in the middle of the night to what you think is a nightmare

pairing ; steve harrington x girlfriend!reader

notes ; pet names, swearing, f and m orgasm, breast play, mentions of nightmares, p in v sex. let me know if i forgot any !

do not transfer, translate, share or claim my work as your own.

steve's murmurs are what pull you from your sleep, his tiresome tossing and turning making it impossible for you to settle beside him. more times than not it was the result of a nightmare, his past experiences getting the better of him while he was at his most vulnerable.

"stevie…" you groan, softly shaking his shoulder until he stirs, letting out a small gasp before slowly blinking his eyes. "…you were having another bad dream."

it takes him a moment to answer, his voice groggy and brows furrowed in the middle. he rubs his eyes, "i was?"

you nod, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before rolling back over. "you were groaning again, and moving around a lot."

there’s a small moment of silence as steve takes in his surroundings, and it all makes sense when he checks beneath the blanket.

"baby…" he scoots himself closer to you, wrapping you up in his arms from behind and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. his skin is soft against yours and the hair on his chest is warm. "… it wasn’t a bad dream. it was a good one.”

"a good dream?" you indulge, leaning into his touch, and he presses himself into you, giving you the answer you were looking for. "oh… a good dream."

he hums in your ear, a soft chuckle escaping him as his breath is hot against your neck, "… a good dream." he repeats, pressing sloppy wet kisses along the back of your neck now, and you relish in the feeling of his lips on you. "… a really good dream."

"and what exactly happened in this really good dream?" you ask.

"well… you were there… and i was there… and we were in bed." his voice is low in your ear, relaying what had been occupying his dreams, and you hum in acknowledgment. "and i was touching you… like this."

he moves the hand that was snaked beneath you under your shirt now and starts to knead your breast. rolling his fingers over your nipple until it's plump and taut beneath his touch. your head lulls back against him, big eyes staring up at him as he focuses on the now hard cherubs poking through the material on your chest.

"what else?" you whisper, though it comes out shaky.

he meets your gaze, big brown eyes staring down at you under the moonlight with a smirk splayed across his lips, though he doesn't answer you this time. he simply pulls your shirt up to reveal your chest and takes your other breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip as your breathing speeds up.

"mmmm, what happened next, baby?" you ask, a little impatient now as the heat between your legs inclines, your walls growing moist with arousal.

he pulls his tongue away from you, the cold air hitting your wet skin, and he returns to his position behind you, his lips soft against your ear. "you spread your legs wide open for me."

you swallow hard, a desperate gasp leaving your lips as you do what he says, slowly spreading your legs for him. it's only seconds before one of his hands slowly starts to explore you, rubbing over your panties with a feather-light touch.

your chest heaves at an uneven pace, gasps leaving your lips as you stare at him through your lashes, eyes upturning with craving. his fingers trace the band of your underwear, fingers slipping in, only to stop before he reaches your sweet spot.

"you didn't want me to touch you though," he completely halts his movements, your heart racing and need for him to touch you growing at an inexplicable rate. he leers in close, lips touching the edge of your ear. "no, baby. you wanted me to fuck you. you were begging me to fill your pretty little hole with my cock."

you were pulsating with desire, wanting, needing to feel him inside you. "stevie, baby, please. i need you." you whimper.

"i know you can do better than that." he draws his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly removes his hand from your panties.

"i need to feel you. i want you to fill my pretty little hole with your big, ginormous, cock, stevie."

that's all he needs to hear before shimmying out of his shorts, as you remove your own panties, and lining himself up at your entrance. one hand is firmly wrapped around your thigh, holding it in the air with ease as he slowly slides the tip across your folds, collecting the wetness that had gathered.

"you're already so wet," a devilish grin tugs at his lips. "all that just for me, baby?"

"always for you." you trace his jawline with your finger.

a groan bellows from the back of his throat, his jaw tightening, eyes flittering and he slowly presses himself in. a mixture of moans and pants leave you both as he pushes himself into your warmth, burying himself as far and deep as he could.

"let me know when you're ready, okay?" he drops his head into the crook of your neck, the feeling of you wrapped around him already pushing him to his edge. you did things to him that no other woman ever could, to the point that just stretching you out was a complicated task for him.

after a moment, you tap him on the arm, signalling that you were ready for him to start moving, and he does. your skin grows damp, sticking to steve's front as a thin coat of sweat forms over you both. the hairs on his chest creating a soft padding as he thrusts himself into you, sinking into your goodness at a torturous pace.

"fuck, steve," you cry his name, hands reaching around to entangle in his dark locks, and pulling ever so slightly.

"mmm, feel s'good around me, baby," he says through gritted teeth, his core meeting yours as satiable moans leave you both — filling the silence of the room as he focuses on filling you.

steve doesn't let up the rhythm he had built, your mouth blown wide from the ever-growing sensation, the ball of suspense begging to burst. his hands tightly grab at you with so much want, so much need, with each and every jut of his hips.

"oh my god, right there." you exclaim, moving yourself back into him now to speed up his pace, tugging on his hair harder. "i'm so close."

"fuck…" steve hisses, his movements becoming sloppy. "i want you to cum with me. okay, baby?"

nodding your head rapidly, the ball in the bottom of your stomach starts to unravel, sending a wave of ecstasy through your body. unable to stay still as you come undone, steve fills your hole with his creamy secretion. the liquid warm inside you as an array of curses leave his lips and he slows his movements, eventually coming to a stop as you both lay there spent.

"was that how your dream ended?" you pant, unable to hide your smile.

licking his lower lip, he shakes his head, "no. it was better."

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