#did i say sleepover and then get home from work and just nap!?! YUHHH

[hungharrington]

i just want to sit on steve’s back and kiss all of his moles😔

this is so real. ur so me

Steve’s on his front, splayed across your bed, and dozing like a cat in the sun. Your friends have just left so it’s understandable he’s a bit wiped but still, you can’t help by fidget. You’ve been waiting to get him alone all day.

A curtain of sunlight hits your window, warm rays bouncing around your room, lighting it. It’s really warm today. You’ve been revelling in it but now you’re beginning to curse it for making your boyfriend so sleepy.

Your eyes fall back onto Steve’s figure. He’s taking deeper breathes now and you know if you leave him alone for another 10 minutes, there’s a really good chance he’ll start snoring. Adorable and funny as it is to you, you do sort of want to spend time with him while you can.

You focus back on him before you, gaze spying the sly stretch of skin on display for you, his white tee pushed up to show off the small of his back. It’s all tan skin and lots and lots of moles.

In an impulse decision, you’re pushing up and shuffling over— lifting your leg to straddle his hips. Steve’s sleep gets shaken off with a grunt as you settle down, sitting on his butt. It’s so comfy.

“Honey,” His words come out tiredly and he moves one of his hands back, not bothering to turn his head. His hand finds the bend in your knee and he gives you a little squeeze. “S’what’s up? Why ya sitting on me, you big goof?”

At the same time he speaks, his fingers try to give you a little tickle, scratching over the sensitive part of your thigh, just to see if he can get you to laugh. You squirm and laugh, so mission accomplished, before batting his hand away.

“I just…” You start. Your little hands press into the skin above his tailbone and Steve sucks in a tiny breath.

Slowly, so slowly, your fingers skate up— pushing the fabric higher and higher, til it bunches around his shoulder blades. You glow hotly inside as Steve gives a shiver, the muscles in his back rippling as he does.

“You just what?” Steve teases, his voice muffled against your duvet. He still hasn’t lifted his head.

“Just wanna count.” You murmur, bending over and pressing your lips against one of his moles. You hum, your kiss not chaste, and when you pull away, you say lowly, “One.”

You kiss another, two inches to the left. Steve shifts beneath you again, his body struggling to lie with the complete fondness you’re doting him with.

“Two.”

Another kiss, another mole.

“Three,” You smile when you realise Steve’s holding his breath. “Four-five-six.” You kiss along a line of freckles in quick succession and it’s enough to make Steve laugh breathily, finally remembering to breathe.

His hand finds your knee again, fingers curling to hold it. You have a feeling it’s just as much for him as it is for you.

#did i say sleepover and then get home from work and just nap!?! YUHHH #u can have this tho #i stayed up 2 write it. i love love 🫶 #nonnie w the big brain here #jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine