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ironmanroxx · 2 years
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Steve Harrington smut. 18+ only
Sub Steve Harrington x Dom!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Extreme sexual content, choking
P in V sex, cunnilingus, oral sex (male and female receiving), praise kink, choking, light Dom/Sub, needy Steve, overuse of the term baby, protected sex, face sitting, hair pulling, edging
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You were lounging out on Steve’s bed on a hot July day. School was out for the summer and you found yourself spending more and more time with him as the rest of your friends were still reeling over the events that had occurred during the school year. The steady bass of “I wanna be yours” pulses through the room. You’re sure that his parents would’ve yelled at him to turn it down if they were here. Letting out a breath, Steve sighed and pushed his hair back before flopping beside you onto the bed. “What’s up?” You scratch your fingers lightly through his soft hair and he leans into the touch like a cat. He’s surprisingly tactile, always brushing his hands against yours as you walk or placing a hand on your lower back to gently steer you whenever you’re at a party. You find his antics amusing, it’s such a contrast to how he’s with you. He’s more than happy to let you take the reins when you’re alone, but he’s always there to wrap an arm around your waist or lay his head on your stomach.
“Nothing, just bored I guess. Feels like we’ve been so busy with all of this crap going on that it’s weird that we can just relax and hang out like this. I feel like any moment now, I’m gonna have to jump up and run.” He looks over at you. You hum in agreement, “Yeah, but I think I know of a way that I could distract you, help you…relax”. He huffs out a laugh, “Nobody would believe me if I told them how insatiable you are.”, you roll your eyes. “Sure, I’m the one who’s insatiable. It’s not like you’re constantly pouncing on me whenever we’re alone.” you tease, tracing a finger down his arm. His eyes shoot to yours as you begin to lean closer. You get close enough that your breath ghosts his lips, “Let me distract you.” you murmur. Steve pushes forward, closing the distance between you two and gently pressing his lips to yours. You let him control the kiss for a moment before you take over, pressing your lips more insistently together. Your tongue swipes at his lower lip and he moans quietly, opening his mouth slightly and letting you in. You slide your tongue across his momentarily before pulling back. He leans forward, chasing after your lips. You more forward and begin pressing kisses onto his jaw before moving lower. You can feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his breathing beginning to come out faster. Your mouth latches onto his neck, sucking lightly at first and then harder. He lets out a thready whine and tilts his head back, giving you more access. You smile against his neck at the display. You press one last lingering kiss before pulling back to admire your handiwork. He’s going to have to wear his collar a bit higher tomorrow to cover the dark marks that marred his skin. Your lips twist up in satisfaction at the thought. He’d never say it, but you can always tell that he walks with a little more confidence whenever he’s wearing your marks, hidden or not.
He helps you push his shirt up and over his head, finally unveiling his chest. You push him further down on the bed and throw your leg over his hip to fully seat yourself in his lap. You can already feel him beginning to harden and you feel an anticipatory shudder run down your back. You lean down and press your lips against his once again, slipping your tongue in his mouth and lightly sucking his. He moans and you reach up and grip his hair, pulling on the strands. You pull back, panting slightly before diving back in and leaving biting kisses on his neck. You push your hips down, grinding yourself against his cock through the layers of denim. Steve tosses his head back and moans loudly. You swivel your hips, just like you would if you were fucking him, and he shoots his hands up, gripping your waist so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises, and pulls you harder down onto him. You grab a hold of his wrists and pull them from your waist, pushing them up above his head and pressing them down. His eyes are scrunched up, like he can’t bear to keep them open. “You look so pretty like this, under me.” You pant out and his eyes slip open, looking up at you from under his lashes.
You move back, ignoring his whine, and start to unbutton his jeans and slide them down his legs before pulling your own shirt quickly over your head, tossing it to the side, and taking off your own jeans. You slide your hand up his thigh, feeling it tense up. Glancing up, you can see that he’s already looking at you, breaths coming out in quick pants. You press featherlight kisses to the inside of his thigh, trailing up. You can tell he’s having a hard time keeping still. “You’re being so good for me baby, just a little longer and I’ll give you what you need.”. You say before starting to suck at his thigh, just below his underwear. You love to leave marks here, where only you can see. Steve gasps when you bite down into the meat of his thigh, leaving slight indentations from your teeth. You lick over the spot, soothing it with your tongue, before pulling back. Reaching up, you slide the briefs down slightly so that his hip bone is exposed. You brush your finger there and lean down to leave a dark hickey on his pale skin. Steve’s biting down on his knuckles, trying to keep quiet, and you lightly slap his thigh, “Uh-uh. None of that. You know I want to hear you.” You admonish and he pulls his hand back before laying it down on the mattress, gripping the sheets. You pull his briefs down the rest of the way and his cock slaps up onto his stomach, leaving a thin line of precum in his treasure trail, you want to clean it up with your tongue. The head is a dark pink and you know it’s gotta be torture for him to wait like this. To reward him for his good behavior, you take the head of his cock into your mouth and suck lightly. His hips nearly jackknife off of the bed so you put one hand up on his hip to hold him down. You swirl your tongue over the head, lapping up the precum as a steady stream of it comes out, before sinking down further. Steve’s beginning to let out a stream of curses, his legs shaking with the effort of not moving.
You grab what’s left of his cock that you can’t fit into your mouth and move your hand up and down in a tight grip, beginning to suck harder. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He’s babbling, panting out heavy breaths. You keep this up and can feel him beginning to get close, you suck harder and move your hand faster until he’s on the very edge before suddenly letting go and pulling off. He lets out a high whine, “No. No. Please, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good. Please let me cum.”. You crawl up his body, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll let you cum. You just have to hold on a little longer okay? I know you can be good for me, baby.” You cup his cheek with his hand. There are tears glistening in his eyes from frustration but he obediently nods and you press a kiss to his lips. Moving your hand down, you slip your panties off and go to unclip your bra. You’re so wet just from watching him and listening to him cry for you to take care of him.
You move up and when he sees what you’re about to do, his eyes widen slightly and he goes to help you move up his body, stopping when you’re sitting on his chest. He loves doing this for you, making you feel good. He mouths at your thigh before reaching your mound. His tongue gently laps up your slick, sliding between your folds and brushing over your clit. You reach down and grab his hair again, pulling it taut against his head. You moan when he slips his tongue into your entrance, pushing inside of you in short thrusts. You grind down against him, panting. He pushes into you with his tongue a couple more times before pulling back and pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit. You cry out, gripping his hair even tighter. He pulls the bud of your clit into his mouth and starts sucking. You’re moaning so loud you’re sure the neighbors can hear. “You’re so good baby. You make me feel so good.” You say between breaths. You can feel the heat inside of you simmering. You grind down a couple more times against his face before reluctantly pulling back.
“What? What’s wrong?” He asks dazedly. You can see your slick glistening around his mouth and on his lips and you lean down and lick it off, dragging your tongue across his lips before shoving it in his mouth. You moan softly when you can taste yourself on his tongue. You pull back and brush your lips across his, “Nothing, just wanted to cum with you inside of me.” You push your fingers through his hair and take a moment to catch your breath. When your breathing starts to reach normal levels, you get off of him and reach into his nightstand. Steve’s hands are clenching and unclenching where he’s holding your waist. You find the box of condoms and pull one out, quickly ripping the foil and tossing it in the trash. Steve gazes at you through heavy lids as you slide the condom onto him, pumping a few times before letting go. You kneel over his lap, grabbing his length and bringing it to your entrance. Biting your lip, you slowly sink down, the girth of him stretching your walls. When your hips hit his pelvis and you’re fully sheathed, you and Steve make eye contact as you slowly raise yourself and then sink back down. “Ah, fuck!” Steve exclaims, mouth falling open. You moan as well, lifting yourself up again and starting a rhythm.
The slick sound of your skin meeting is almost loud enough to drown out the music. You clench around him when you move just right so that the tip of his cock presses against your g-spot. His hips slam up and you gasp, throwing a hand out onto his chest to steady yourself. Your hips move faster. He’s reaching so deep inside of you and you never want him to leave. You want him to stay like this forever, sheathed inside of you. “Baby.” Your voice cracks as you lose yourself to the rhythm. “You’re so good baby. So good. Always fuck me so good.” Steve let’s out a high pitched whine. “Nobody else even compares.” Every time your hips meet, there’s pressure against your clit. You know neither of you are going to last long so you try to slow down a little, letting his cock drag against your walls. Your hand reaches down and you press against the sides of his neck. His mouth opens and he lets out a breathless cry as his eyes roll back into his head. “So pretty like this. Fucking gorgeous.” You pant out, feeling yourself tighten.
Your pace speeds up again and you’re letting out cries everytime he hits your g-spot. Leaning down, you mouths collide, tongues twisting in each other. You’re so close that you can barely keep up with the kiss, just breathing heavily into each others’ mouth. You can feel your climax approaching but you want to feel him cum first. “You gonna cum for me baby?” Steve nods his head, sobbing. “Be good and cum for me sweetheart. Give it to me.” You bounce three more times before Steve lets out a hoarse shout, clenching his eyes up tight as he cums, filling the condom. You can feel his cock pulsing inside of you and you moan. Reaching down, you circle your clit a couple times before cumming yourself. You grind your hips down a couple times, prolonging both of your orgasms before you finally stop, panting heavily.
“Fuck.” Steve breathes and you laugh. You lean down and press your foreheads together, just breathing. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, you begin pulling off, both of you wincing at the feel of him slipping out of you. Tying the condom quickly and throwing it into the trash, you lay back on the bed beside him, catching your breath. You face each other, dopey smiles plastered across your faces. “You know we’re gonna wake up sticky and glued together, right?” He asks as you wrap your arms around him. “I know. Totally worth it.”.
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Tony: Peter can I speak to you in private?
Peter: Ooh someone’s in trouble
Peter: It’s me I don’t know why I said that
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Peter: Oh hey Mr Stark
Harley: What’s up?
Tony: Oh nothing, just thought I’d come see wha-
Tony:
Tony: This lab used to have four walls
Peter: [to Harley] I told you he’d notice
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Peter: I’m gonna cook tonight
Tony: Absolutely not
Peter: What? Why not? Last time I left Harley speechless!
Tony: Kid that was an allergic reaction
Peter:
Tony: We had to give him an EpiPen
Tony: He was in the hospital for two days
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Tony: That suit is like the child I never had
Peter, Harley, and Morgan:
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Tony: I’m going to need you to swear-- Peter: Fuck. Tony: … Tony: Swear as in promise. Peter: …oh.
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Tony: Guys I’m back!
Peter and Harley: [wrestling and yelling in the middle of the lab while DUM-E beeps frantically and sprays them with a fire extinguisher]
Tony: Nevermind no I’m not
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headcanon that both erik and charles are absolute shite at chess but they both assume they’re fantastic because they never play anyone else
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I understand the appeal of wanting every adult hero to instinctively adopt teenage Peter Parker, but can it really beat the hilarity of acknowledging that at 15 Peter was 5'10", unusually buff, went by a moniker with Man in it, wore a creepy full face mask, and had a tightly guarded secret identity and probably a Queens accent thick enough to have come out of a jello mold, and adult heroes reasonably responded to him by going, “Wow, this grown man is an immature asshole for no reason.”
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X-men Apocalypse should have been about Erik and Charles working together ayyy, the dream. Marvel should have hired me and pangeasplits to make this movie tbh/ hithit.
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derek hale but with hoechlin’s ‘fashion sense’. think about it.
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I am sorry.
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Reading fanfic has heightened my paranoia. Somebody could be directly across from me on the other side of the room with no reasonable way of being able to see my phone screen but I always have that nagging feeling that somehow everyone in the room knows exactly what sins I’m committing and are severely disappointed in me.
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Doc Ock when he saw Tom Holland’s Spider-Man instead of Tobey
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Druig giving everyone a hard time and contemplating helping them out:
Kingo: “Druig sucks.”
Karun: “He does, sir.”
Me, too phased by his beauty and that delicious Irish accent:
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p.s. credit to whoever made the meme 🖤
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