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hungharrington · 1 year

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☁ — sweet talk !

summary: you're interested in your boyfriend's history- well, more like what he used to do that made the stories about king steve in bed spread like wildfire during school. you find out for yourself. fem!reader. 2k. minors DNI

Look, you love your regular ol’ Steve. Stevie. Steeb. He’s a sweetheart through and through — holds the door for you, holds your hand, gives kisses on your cheek, in your hair.

He’s a generous lover. Knows each little thing that makes you tick and just gives and gives to you. Answers your whimpers for more with a deeper grind of his hips, holds your hand as he buries his face between your thighs. He’s a giver.

But a small part of you, just a small part, has always wondered about King Steve.

You don’t want his sneering jabs and aloof disinterest — no, that’s all very much better off left in the past.

But the stories, the stories of how he left girls’ heads spinning, of the filthy fucks at bathrooms, all teasing and cocky King Steve, panty dropper.

You’re just a little bit— alright, marginally interested. Maybe decently interested.

So, you ask. It’s one of those games Steve likes to play sometimes at parties, the two of you begin as though you’re strangers. You’ll act coy, leaned against a wall with a low-cut shirt and a tight skirt and Steve puts on the moves.

It’s always the same stuff and it always makes you nervously giggle. A hand rested above your head against the wall so he can lean in low, whisper in your ear, something cheesy like, “I saw you from across the room and thought you looked so sexy,” that never fails to make you both break, spilling into laughter.

It’s one of the song and dances you two do, flirting like it’s your first time time meeting to keep things fresh. But tonight, when he cages you against the kitchen counter, hands planted on either side and he’s leaning in close, showering you compliments— you ask.

Your fingers tuck into his collar, keep him close, keep his lips ghosting the shell of your ear and whisper to him. “And what would King Steve say?”

You turn, just enough to see his face. The flush that climbs his cheeks as he considers it is glorious to see, but too his credit, he remains cool.

Steve’s eyes darken, rake over your expression and finds what he’s searching for. One of the hands on the counter shifts to cup your waist, dragging his thumb over the exposed skin tantalisingly.

“He would ask what colour your panties are,” Steve murmurs in your ear, voice somehow lower than before. The gravel in his tone shoots straight to your core. “And then ask you to prove it, in the bathroom.”

Before you even get a moment, his thumb dips into the waistband of your skirt, just an inch — and you suck in a breath instinctively. Steve chuckles and it has a condescending lilt to it. You’re nearly ashamed of how much it turns you on.

“So,” you reply, more breathy than intended. “Are you gonna take me to the bathroom then?”

Steve’s eyes light up and a pleased smirk plays on his lips — his hands wandering further from your waist, over your ass, toying with the edge of your skirt.

“Pretty girl like you?” He hums, the air of cockiness you know is King Steve beginning to take over. “No way, baby. I’d have you in the car.”

The way he says it, like he knows he’s already got you wrapped around his finger has heat crawling in your tummy, thighs squirming just a bit. The party is all but abandoned and you have to try your best to not look too eager on your way out. Steve’s wandering hand, which follows a line straight from your tummy down your thigh, doesn’t help in the least.

His hand is glued to your thigh, the entire drive home, the sweet caress of his thumb driving you crazy. Worse, Steve knows it — he takes his eyes off the empty road to watch your expression when he grazes closer to your hot cunt. Laughs a bit at the flutter of your lashes, the shuddering breath you take.

“Y’gonna let me fuck you properly when we back?” He asks, all smug, rolling his head in your direction. He doesn’t even give you time to respond, not that you can think of words at the moment.

“Yeah, you are, aren’t you?” He hums, his other hand draped lazily over the wheel. He squeezes your thigh, some murmur of ‘being good’ you can’t quite catch.

Despite his cool composure, you can the effect this whole act is having on him. His hips shift upwards for a moment, adjusting himself and clearing his throat. It thrills you more to know you’re both getting off on it.

You don’t make it inside once Steve kills the car’s ignition, parked in the shadow of his house. It’s dark out, a few streetlights here and there, but just light enough to see Steve. He smiles at the way you turn to him, looking for what’s happening next.

He puts his seat back just a bit, backing away from the wheel, and beckons you over. It’s an awkward clamber and when your knee knocks the gear stick and you whisper an “Ow”, only then does Steve break character for a moment.

“Shit, honey, y’alright?” He asks, pulling you into his lap, one hand travelling to your knee instantly. He gives a comforting rub. Concern knits his brows together. It hurts, but barely. You smirk and wind you arms around his neck.

“Wow, who knew King Steve was such a sweetheart.” You tease. You sink down, settling atop his thighs, and move to grind down against him but Steve’s hands are faster. His hands grip your hips, holding them tight in place, and you whine in retaliation before you think.

Steve huffs that cocky laugh, squeezes the flesh of your thighs, pawing back to grab at your ass. “Too needy, aren’t you? You’ll just have to wait, mhm.”

Then his lips are on your skin, on your neck, sucking and scraping. Steve knows all your sensitive spots, the way to play with your lobe to make you slick and whimper aloud. He’s merciless, nibbles and licks that make your tummy burn tighter and hotter — your hips move against his hold automatically, beginning to get desperate for friction.

“Stevie…” You rasp after a couple minutes. The air is just your heavy pants, Steve’s fervent motions, the sound of his hands scraping across the fabric of your clothes. His hands cup your ass, move to under your thighs, and he curls his fingers around the edge of your skirt and tugs it up just a bit.

“I know, baby.” He coos against your skin. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You groan aloud softly, all his words travelling right to your cunt with a throb. You nod instantly, hoping, praying he’ll give you more. That he’ll let you kiss him.

“Let me have a kiss,” You pout, fingers curling into his hair, ready to tug his face up. Steve smiles at your words, despite his act, but he doesn’t show it. Doesn’t even move his face out. Just mumbles, “Nuh uh, baby. Not yet.” against your neck, breath hot, just to draw it all out.

While you still have a single coherent thought, you consider this the main difference between your Steve and this King Steve. King Steve is a fucking tease.

Your hips shift again, feeling his hardness beneath you. The desperation for some relief is building but Steve’s hands are already firm, holding you in place. He pulls back this time and fuck, if it isn’t a beautiful sight.

Lips pink and sheened with spit, cheeks a tad pink, eyes half-lidded in his lazy motions.

“Baby,” he begins, an annoyed drawl to his voice. “I’m taking care of you, yeah? Wait your turn.”

And before there room for protest, he’s back on you, lips pulling out every single sound from you he can. His hands move up to grope at your boobs, his fingers pinching at your nipples to make you whimper, then massaging it into pleasure to make you sigh. Your neck must be littered in hickies by this point.

It’s heaven. It’s torture. You grip his hair tighter as he works at a spot below your ear that forces little mewls out your throat and you try to contain your hips.

As Steve’s hands work downward, tracing the crease of your thighs inwards, you shudder and lean forward into him. Your forehead presses against his shoulder, still exposing your neck, and you can’t help how good it feels, you go a bit slack. Steve notices in a moment.

“Mmm, there you go.” He hums, voice low and still coated in smugness. “That’s it, just like that, huh?”

The dirty talk is making your head spin, making your cunt throb in want, your nipples tighten. You know the moment Steve’s fingers delve under your skirt, he’ll find a wet patch of slick.

His hands, however teasing, don’t venture under your skirt — and instead, he grips your hips again. This time, he pulls you closer and down, grinding up against at the same time. The pleasure burns hot and you moan lightly, fingers clenching in Steve’s hair and you find yourself chasing another grind instantly.

Steve doesn’t let you, hips still holding you in place. He sets the pace, a slow back and forth grind that pulls filthy noises from you. “That’s it, huh baby? That’s what you need, isn’t it? Taking what I give you, so good.”

His low voice, dripping in smugness, makes it hotter. Just a little mean. You force yourself to tug your head up, wanting more friction against him.

Despite the hardness in his jeans giving him away, he’s the most collected you’ve ever seen him for the situation. Eyes half-lidded, pink lips curled into a smirk, like he’s just observing you, not even partaking.

It’s all apart of King Steve; he gets you all hot and bothered, chest heaving and nails digging into his skin, while he looks cool as a cucumber. You let out a pathetic sounding noise, hips bucking against his hold.

“Oh, baby,” he crows, all faux-sympathetic, like he’s not grinding back up at you in that moment to make you mewl. Finally, one of his hands shift, pushing the fabric of your skirt up you thighs. Steve’s eyes gleam at the sight- sticky panties that are every bit of evidence of your arousal.

“Look at you,” He murmurs. You fight back every noise building in your throat, but they melt out when his thumb comes down to rub you through your panties. It’s a soft touch, a gentle stroke that’s nowhere near enough for you. Definitely on purpose.

You whine, arching against him and try to press forward, asking silently for more, more more. To your surprise, Steve doesn’t tease you, doesn’t draw this part out. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing firm circles that he knows makes you fall apart — and your resounding moan is much louder than you’re expecting, barely managing to muffle it into his shoulder.

Steve chuckles at it, doesn’t let up his pace, adoring how your hips twitch against his touch — you want more and yet, this feels like so much. You feel delirious, feel flushed in every part of your body, feel your hole clench around nothing and whine aloud because of it.

“Too much f’you?” He asks cockily. “We haven’t even made it inside yet, baby. How are you gonna handle it then, hmm?”

How indeed.

now with a part two here.

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steveharringtonat3am · 1 month

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no thoughts just riding steve after a stressful day at work

smut 18+, mentions of alcohol, adorable boyfriend steve, reader on top, penetration

You’re still cursing as you swing the apartment door open, letting it close in a much harsher fashion than normal. You had spent the entire day irritated. Your boss, your coworkers, and even your clients had managed to piss you off. You kick your heel off, letting them fly into the corner by the door as you head to the kitchen.

You had spent the car ride practically dreaming about the wine you were about to have. The glass has barely touched your lips when a voice perks up.

“Tough day?” Steve calls from the couch, reading glasses perched on his nose and a book in hand. Something in you melts when you see him and your feet carry you over to him on instinct.

He sets the book down as you climb into his lap, putting your wine glass next to his kicked up feet on the table.

“It was horrible.” He rubs your back as you lay your head on his shoulder, taking a few breaths. You don’t wanna direct your anger to Steve so you have to calm down just a little.

“I’m sorry sweetheart.” His fingers tangle with yours as you sit up to face him. Steve has always been pretty, you knew that the day you met him, but he was especially gorgeous on nights like this. Maybe it was the pure domesticity of it. Your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, sitting on your couch in his pyjamas on a Friday night. You almost couldn’t believe it.

“I’m just glad you’re here.” You relax against him once more.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His big hands rub up and down the exposed skin of your legs.

“Honestly it was so stressful just talking about it might piss me off again.” You mumble against his neck.

“Do you wanna talk about it while you ride me? That always works wonders for your stress.” You can hear the smile in his voice but the offer is sincere.

“Yeah?” You confirm, already excited at the idea.

“Go ahead sweetheart.” He winks as you shift his pants down just enough to reveal his cock. He’s already half hard so it only takes a few strokes to get him ready.

Ever the gentleman, Steve is already bunching your pencil skirt around your waist, eyes dark behind his glasses when he sees your red thong.

“What’s this?” He plays with the fabric over your hip, licking his lips.

“It doesn’t show panty lines.” You smile as you sit up and pull the fabric to the side to take the tip of his cock.

Steve is big. Bigger than most, so riding him is usually a challenge. Luckily, it’s one that you’re always up for.

“There you go baby…” He groans as you sink down on him, already soaked.

“God this is exactly what I needed.” You moan as you start to move up and down. You take it nice and slow, letting yourself adjust. There’s no urgency in your movements. You have all the time in the world.

“So, what pissed you off?” Steve kisses along your collarbone between words, making you giggle at the sensation.

“Just-just my coworkers being stupid. Can you believe Danielle didn’t overnight the contracts I gave her? Then Mr. Zelleman got mad at me for it! It was so-so stupid.” As Steve helps you move up and down on him, you start to care less and less about work and more about how incredible his cock feels.

“So stupid…” He mumbles in agreement, kissing at your neck in a way that’s sure to leave a mark. You can’t be bothered about it though, as you start to move faster. Your stomach tightens in a very familiar way. Steve’s hands tighten their grip on yours, hips jutting up to meet your own. You press your lips against his desperately as your orgasm hits you. Pleasure that you can hardly contain shoots through you as the warmth of Steve’s orgasm fills you. As the euphoria fades, so does your energy.

You slump against Steve’s chest, his arms coming around to hug you. There’s not a thought in your head as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Feel better?” He asks.

“…About what?”

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wroteclassicaly · 2 months

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Steve making you cockwarm a dildo, and kissing you in achingly-languid strokes as you sit atop it.

“What’s wrong, honey? Can’t sit still? Somethin’ wrong?”

The look you give him just makes his cock kick up until it’s pressing into the teeth of his Levi’s zipper. He licks between clenched teeth, reaching for the plush of your waistline to squeeze, moving you only slightly — enough to where you hear a rude squelch, and then you’re settled back against the faux balls of your toy.

“Could do this all night, you know? Seeing you like this… Just… all for me, hmm?”

He doesn’t let you get a word out, stealing the breath from your lungs with a violent kiss, all tongues and stringing spit. He parts and takes that web down your jaw, leaving his claim all over your jugular, flicking his tongue across your pulse point and back up.

“Good girl. Bet you’re squeezing that toy so tight, aren’t you?”

You try to move and he uses one massive palm to hold your hips in place. “Ah, ah. Did I say that you could do that, baby?”

He pulls your bottom lip in between his own, giving it a suck and releasing with a plop before he goes back to kissing you, fingers all over your face, your neck’s nape, down to pinch your nipples and hold your breasts in his hands. You’re not sure if you’ll survive this one…

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munsonify · 2 months

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steve harringtons hands moodboard 😵‍💫

i’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

18+ mdni

taglist: @songbirdofthenight

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voyeurmunson · 5 months

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Memory Lane: Steve Harrington One Shot

Summary: (Older Steve x reader) You and your husband Steve decide to go on a hike. When you come across your old make out spot it sends you down memory lane and reminds you of all the good times you had there. And all the filthy things you used to do. ;) ⚠️explicit sexual content. minors DNI⚠️

“I think I’m getting old.” Steve pants as he wipes a bit of sweat from his forehead. You snort and roll your eyes at him as you continue up the incline of the trail, leaves crunching under your feet.

“Okay, grandpa.” you tease, turning around jogging backwards, earning a cheeky smile from him.

“Show off.” he smirks, jogging after you. You feel the cool fall wind on your cheeks as you spin around, sprinting away from him. His laugh echoes behind you as he hurries to catch up.

You squeal as he tackles you to the forest floor, his body landing on top of yours. His cheeks are rosy, his brown locks wildly disheveled, sticking out from beneath his yellow beanie.

You pout up at him. “You’re gonna break my back.” you joke and he smiles, leaning down kissing your lips gently, his scruff tickling your cheeks.

“Okay, grandma.” he laughs lightly, rolling off of you.

You stand up, brushing the leaves from your legs as you spot a familiar landmark to the left. Skull Rock. You smile reaching out to take his hand as you pull him closer. You can remember it so clearly. Meeting him here on those summer nights, being tangled in each other’s arms. It started as a simple make out spot. One that wasn’t exactly new to him. But you never thought the two of you would end up here now. Married with kids. A little house in a cute neighborhood.

You remember the excitement every time you got a call from him. The butterflies that would fill your stomach. And the first time he touched you was here. The first time you ever made him cum was right in this spot. His face forever burned in your memory.

“How long has it been since we’ve been here?” Steve whispers. His eyes meet yours as he leans against the old stone. Is he thinking the same thing? Thinking about all the times we had here.

“Too long.” you smile up at him, pressing your body against his. You kiss him. Softly at first, slowly increasing in intensity. Your arms wrap around his neck as his hands come to rest on your hips. You moan into his mouth as your need for him grows.

“Kiss me like you used to.” you murmur, taking a fistful of his hair as you press your body even closer to his. His tongue greets yours hungrily and you smile as you feel his hands move to your ass. He lifts you suddenly, spinning you around until your back is pressed against the cool rock.

“Baby..” he moans as you both pant into the kiss, your tongues swirl together wildly as he squeezes your ass, your hips grinding against his waist.

You wrap your lips around his tongue, sucking forcefully, pulling a rumble from his chest. His lips move to your neck, sucking fiercely, the pressure of his lips sure to leave a bruise behind. You couldn’t remember the last time he had marked you so publicly.

You tighten your grip on his hair as your head falls back giving him more room to litter your skin with his love bites.

“Steve..” you whimper desperately as his teeth sink into your soft skin. You push him off of you, dropping your feet back to the ground. You grab his jacket pushing him against the rock instead as you drop to your knees.

You can see his hard on through his sweatpants making you throb in between your thighs.

“Right here?” he exhales as you hook your fingers in the hem of his sweats dropping them to his ankles.

“We used to do it all the time, baby. Don��t you remember?” you purr, taking his hard dick in your hand.

“Y-Yes.. oh shit, baby.” he stutters. You spit on his cock, using your saliva to glide your hand up and down quickly.

“Holy shit, honey.” Steve pants as you bring his cock to your lips, focusing on the tip. Little kitten licks making his eyes fall shut. You kiss his thick head, moving your wet lips all around the mushroom tip, tasting his precum on your lips.

“Sweetie, I- mmm.” he struggles to form a sentence as you finally take him in your mouth.

You moan around his cock, sucking sloppily, looking up at his face full of pleasure.

“Yes.. oh my god, yes.” he mumbles as his head falls back against the rock behind him. You bring your nails to his thighs, sinking them into his skin as you swirl your tongue, bobbing up and down.

Praises fall from his kiss swollen lips as you gag and splutter around his thick member.

It had been a while since you’d given him head like this. Where you just couldn’t get enough. Where you craved to have his cum pour down your throat. Life gets busy and becomes routine and sometimes you forget the days where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Not anymore.

The noises coming from your husband are ones you haven’t heard in so long. You’re dripping from his raspy moans, his needy little whimpers. His jaw is slack, eyes rolled back into his head as brings his hands to your head.

“Baby.. oh fuck..”

He starts to gently press your head down, guiding his long cock deeper into your throat. Your eyes fill with tears as you do your best to relax your muscles.

You trail your fingers around to his ass, pulling his hips into you. He takes the hint and begins happily fucking your throat. Spit leaks from the corners of your lips as he uses you for his pleasure. He’s rough, slamming into your throat, fingers digging into your cheeks as he thrusts into you.

Tears stream down your face in little rivers as you attempt to hollow your cheeks. Your throat is sore already, you can’t imagine what it will feel like when tomorrow comes but you don’t care. You’ve missed this side of him. Animalistic, feral, slightly arrogant. King Steve.

“Look at you on your knees. You love this cock. L-Love having me pound your fucking throat, don’t you?” he chuckles and you nod through your tears. He sticks his foot between your thighs, his hiking boot landing right beneath your warmth.

“I can only imagine how wet you are, honey. Want you to cum too, angel.” he looks down at you with a cocky grin as he lifts the toe of his boot, pressing against the wet material of your leggings.

Holy shit.

You drop a little lower, slowly beginning to grind on his shoe, the friction making you moan immediately.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Steve moans as you look up at him fluttering your lashes. You speed up your hips, grinding your clit across his shoe, your orgasm building quickly.

“Gonna cum in that pretty mouth, baby. Want you to swallow for me.. j-just like you used to.” he grunts, his cock driving into your throat rapidly. You nod again, pleasure pulsing through you as you rut against the toe of his boot.

Your moans and cries send vibrations all around his dick as you both lose control. Your hips buck against him in short spasms as your pussy flutters around nothing. You force your eyes open to watch his face as he pumps your mouth full of his warm seed.

You swallow around his length as his cum coats your throat, his cock twitching uncontrollably in your mouth. He praises you, mumbling incoherently, wiping your tears away with his thumbs as he gives you every last drop.

You slide your lips off of him and he pulls you back to your feet.

“Oh my fucking god.” you laugh breathlessly, kissing his soft lips, your fingers threading in his brown hair. Steve’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, his breathing heavy as you kiss him.

“Call a sitter, because I’m really gonna break your back when we get home.” Steve burns, his eyes still gleaming.

Fuck yes. You bite your lip, leaning in closer. “Yes sir.”

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rowanswriting · 8 months

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Thinking about Steve pounding into you from behind, his pointer finger hooked on the inside of your mouth, pulling uncomfortably at it as you drool all over yourself. There’s a vein protruding out in his forehead as he works his hips roughly against you, making your ass bounce with every thrust, calling you his good little fuck toy while you whine helplessly, “who’s fucking you this good honey?” He asks taking his finger out of your mouth, “k-king Steve.” You whisper a harsh slap landing across your ass as he wraps his other hand around your neck pulling you up so that your shoulders are pressed back against his chest. His dick is so deep inside of you that you feel like you can’t breathe. “M’sorry what was that? I couldn’t hear you, I said, who’s fucking you this good?” You whimper as he turns your head making you keep eye contact with him, “King Steve!” You cry out, pushing your ass back against him begging for him to continue fucking you. “Atta girl.” He growls out, pushing you back into the sheets and pounding into you even harder than before….

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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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Taking turns - Steddie x Fem! reader

Based off a conversation with @moonchildquinn

Warnings-18+: breeding kink, threesome, creampies, rope bondage, dirty talk, slight female masturbation. male recieving and male partaking blowjob. Nipple play Ovulation sex. MLM kissing

Tagged: @joeschains @choke-me-eddie @urlbitchin @corrodedcherry @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @mcbeanzontoast @pleasantlycrazyworld @bisexual-byers @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint @hellfiremunsonn @luna-munson83

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Steve And Eddie had been keeping tabs on your cycles, documenting it until the week that suspected that you were ovulating.

You woke up on Saturday morning, Eddie’s curly hair was messy against your pillow. Smells of food were wafting through into the bedroom from the kitchen, pulling you out of your slumber.

Wrapping your silk robe around your body, you entered the kitchen to see Steve cooking with nothing but a blue apron wrapped tightly around his body.

He looked good, very fuckable

Smirking at you, he plated specific food in front of you. Describing to you each nutritional benefit of every piece of food, you sensed that something was up as you ate all the food.

Not wanting to press it, you went to see Eddie who had awoken from his sleep and was organising clothes out the wardrobe. Pressing an outfit against the wooden doors with a smirk, you examined it and noticed that it was for you.

It was skimpy, a short skirt with a boob exposing top. With no underwear.

You shrugged and dressed it, feeling confident as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Watching in the reflection as Eddie walked past you completely naked, your clit began to throb against the poof at the sight of him.

Grinding yourself slowly against the poof, piecing two and two together you realised that you were ovulating and they were teasing you. Wanting to push your buttons and it was working.

Moaning under your breath as your clit got wetter and wetter against the material, it was rocking harder. Your eyes tightly closed as you grasped onto the desk for support, not noticing that both boys were hovering over you and watching you.

Just as you reached your orgasm they interrupted you.

“Steve look at her, she’s so horny. Making herself feel good, how naughty” he sneered, making you open your eyes at once.

They grabbed your arms making you squeal from lack of friction and threw you onto the bed. Working quickly to tie you down onto the bed, you whimpered and thrusted your hips aggressively against the bed.

You were soaking, it dripped down your legs as they spread you as far as you could.

“Oh baby, you look so perfect. All tied up, now you can’t touch yourself” Eddie teased, sucking down onto your nipples.

Nodding over to Steve who had ripped his apron off onto the floor, towering over you completely naked. His cock hard and throbbing clasped around his hand, groaning as he stroked it. Twirling his precum with his fingers, his eyes flickered between Eddie and you.

Eddie stopped sucking your nipples and made his way to Steve, dropping to his knees and taking Steve’s cock into his mouth. Warming him up as Steve’s moans echoed into the room, his hands playing with Eddie’s hair as he facefucked him.

All you could do was watch, rattling yourself to get their attention against the bed. Grunting and moaning louder and louder as Eddie choked on Steve’s cock for another minute longer before removing it from his mouth with a loud gasp and pant.

Steve leant forward and kissed Eddie passionately before whispering in his ear, they nodded and walked over to you. Eddie’s lips met yours, they tasted like Steve’s cock.

Moaning against his lips as Steve spanked your clit with his tip, sliding it between your folds and trading your entrance. You whined as he slowly slid inside you, your pussy was soaked around him as his fingers played with your nipples.

“God your pussy is so wet baby, all ready for me to fill you up” he grunted, folding your legs around his back.

Your hips rocked with his as Eddie’s tongue battled with yours, his cock hitting your soft spot as you found yourself slowly edging back up to orgasm.

“Steve, Eds. I could cum” you panted, whining against Eddie’s lips.

Your tits bouncing heavily as he thrusted harder and harder inside you, your clit throbbing as his pelvic bone. Eddie’s cock dug into your thigh, he was loving you being ruined by Steve.

All sweaty and hot for him, waiting for the perfect moment to fuck Steve’s cum deeper and deeper inside you. Your lips were raw and red as Eddie took a breath of air.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock” Steve moaned, his eyes tightly closed as he bent his body back.

You wailed loudly into the room as his cock hit your perfect spot, your body shook heavily as your pussy pulsated. Squirting heavily onto Steve’s cock, coating your legs and the bed with your cum.

Steve didn’t slowly down as you felt yourself cum for the second time, riding the high until you felt yourself get tired. His hands gripping onto every bit of skin, his cock pulsating inside you as he listened to Eddie and you moan together.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum. Cum in you until your pregnant, you’d love that wouldn’t you?” He grunted against your body, raising his hand up to your clit and spanking it hard.

You nodded pathetically, your pussy aching from being fucked but your hips thrusted against his as you felt his cock pulsate hard inside you.

Shaking heavily as he grinded his tip against your soft spot, your cum still leaking out your pussy as you felt him edge closer and closer to his orgasm. His moans turning into pants as his nails dung into your skin, he was close and you were ready.

He came hard inside you, filling up your pussy just like he said he would. Not stopping until his cum was deeper inside you, sliding out of you. He kissed your thighs, licking up any loose bit of cum.

When you thought it was over, you hazily watched the boys swap places. Steve’s lips met yours as Eddie wasted no time before he slid his own cock inside you.

Eddie was a little bit bigger than Steve but not by much.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ve been dying to fuck you. This won’t take long, I just gotta fill you with my cum” he groaned, his tip hitting your hot cum filled pussy.

You focused on Steve as Eddie’s cock pounded hard inside you, trying your hardest not to get to overstimulated.

Steve whispering in your ear how good you were for them, he stroked your hair out of your face as you whined against his mouth.

Eddie’s cock twitched inside you, he was right. He did say that it wouldn’t take long.

Already so turned on by watching Steve fuck you that he couldn’t hold his cum in any longer. Thrusting harder and harder inside you, feeling your warm walls slide against his cock.

Throbbing as his tip grinded until his cum spurted out inside you, filling your pussy full of his cum. He shuddered as his cock continued to empty itself inside you, holding onto your body for support.

Your eyes met his as he continued to fuck you harder and harder until all his cum was coated against your walls. Copying Steve, he slid out of you and licked your thighs clean. Nibbling on them before roughly untiring you.

Kissing your body passionately before pulling you closer to him, both boys held you tightly.

“Such a Good girl for us, letting us use your pussy like that.” He cooed and kissed your cheek softly.

“He’s right but you’d better hope that you’re pregnant or else we’ll have to try that again until you are. Got that baby girl?” He wiped your forehead clean before kissing you, nodding at Steve with a wink.

You whimpered at his words, your pussy throbbing with exhaustion and cum. You closed your eyes, with the boys surrounding you.

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lavendermunson · 5 months

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christmas lights - steve harrington

day 2 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18 nsfw. slight perv!steve and perv!reader. pet names. DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME.

Those jeans. Those stupid, tight, sexy, blue jeans.

Do you know why he refused to match pajamas today, he knows he looks so fucking good on those Levi's. You watch as he squats down to open the boxes his mom left in the attic, full of Christmas decorations. You didn't want to leave Steve doing this alone, you always kept him company when his parents didn't even bother to remember him, not even in this special season.

He notices your glances, your flushed face as you stare at his ass, or the growing bulge on his pants. You start to feel the wetness in your panties.

The problem is, he always does this. Wearing those blue jeans to get you worked up you decided to get in the game, wearing the shortest skirt you own which happens to be his favorite.

"A little help with the lights? I'm almost done unpacking everything" he says, leaving you alone with your dirty thoughts and a mess of lights. They are tangled, how can someone pack them like this, I hope they survive.

You take the lights on your hands, trying to untangle them but the only thing they do is tangle more around your arms. Trapping your wrists. You shake them off desperately, maybe they don't work and you can get them out of yourself with your little strength. Or maybe they do work and Steve is going to kill you for breaking them.

You let out a sigh, you are desperate to try them but you can't take them off of yourself.

You find the plug and plug them in.

"They work!" you squeal, getting up and checking every bulb on them to make sure they work perfectly. That's when Steve comes and sees you with the lights around your wrists.

"Oh, what do we have here?" He grins because you look so hot. You are tied up and your face is flushed, your legs are pressing together.

With slow steps, Steve carries himself to be close to you. So close you can feel his breathing on your cheeks when he giggles.

"Help me" you whisper.

"Help you with what exactly?" Steve whispers too. Licking his lips while he admires your body, you rub your thighs as his hand tugs the lights softly.

"Because I think you can get out just fine of this problem you got yourself in, isn't doll?"

"I can't" You shake your head, and your body presses against the wall when he comes closer. "I need you"

"You need me huh?" he coos, "you need me so bad you couldn't take your eyes off of me, am i right?"

You nod, and his hand comes to pinch your warm cheek. He gets close, so close the tip of his nose is brushing with yours, he leaves a peck on your lips and you try to get another kiss when he shakes his head.

Steve holds your chin between his fingers, slightly tilting your face to the side so he can kiss your neck. His kisses are soft at first but then turn into wet hot kisses that have you rubbing your thighs together more than ever. He notices your distress, the way you push your body against his to feel more of his warmth.

He sucks on your skin, close to your collarbone. You feel his teeth softly biting you, it makes you moan for the first time, and Steve's dick twitches under his jeans.

"Don't hide those pretty sounds from me, okay doll?" he mutters, leaving another soft peck on your lips before kneeling in front of you.

Steve's fingertips find your thighs, slowly opening your legs. You moan again when he touches the wet spot on your panties.

"Jesus, you are soaked. I guess you do need help after all" he groans, touching your clothed clit and sending goosebumps all over your body. He looks at you. Your cheeks are red and your brows pinched together as you close your eyes. A pout forms on your glossy lips. The pleasure slowly takes over you but then you remember you still have the lights on.

"Steve-" you moan, accidentally. His finger rubs your clit so deliciously.

"Good, tell me how good I'm making you feel baby" His devilish grin adorns his face, and you finally open your eyes to look at him. Your eyes glow, full of pleasure and getting lost in his touch.

He starts to kiss your thigh, wet kisses leaving a path of saliva until he reaches your clothed pussy and leaves a kiss there.

"So good, good. But Stevie-"

He feels your body tense up. He looks at you again, quickly.

"Are you okay doll?"

"The lights, isn't this dangerous?"

The blood returns to his head, something clicking inside. "Right, you are right" He snaps his fingers together and unplugs the lights helping you get rid of them. "Let's take this off and I can take care of you in my room, yeah?"

"Yes," wiggling your arms, you finally get rid of the lights. "And then you can tie me up with something else"

"Of course doll, anything you want baby"

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strangemagicc · 4 days

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COMING THIS SUMMER

summary: Seattle was meant to be an escape. A new city filled with unfamiliar faces. Until you see him. Steve Harrington; your old mentor turned sworn enemy and suddenly the big city isn’t big enough.

pairings: older!artist!Steve Harrington x fem!Reader, reader is in her early thirties, Steve is in his early forties (ten year age gap), this is an AU! upside down doesn’t exist

warnings: angst, slow burn, eventual smut, discussions of emotionally abusive relationships (parental/romantic), will add warnings to each chapter

author’s note: voting is still open but there is no beating those numbers for the last poll 😂 I’m so damn excited to write this story but of course finishing WADWSH and getting further into NHTK is priority 🖤

time and place: summer 1988 / Seattle, Washington

trope: enemies to lovers

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strangererotica · 24 days

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

husband!Steve Harrington x housewife!reader

| When you fumble the home-cooked meal you attempted to bake for Steve, he doesn’t mind at all. In fact, the meal he really wanted was already waiting at home for him, all along… |

| And yes, I know the pic is from Marmalade and not Stranger Things, but it’s how Steve looked in my brain when I wrote this, so bite me 😊 |

The rain coming down over Hawkins was relentless. Heavy gray clouds obscured any chance of sunlight breaking through and warming the chilly April evening. A blanket of fog crept along the streets of downtown, slipping between houses and through windows left partially open.

One of those windows belonged to the house you shared with Steve. The chicken casserole you’d attempted to bake had ended in disaster, having literally ‘gone up in smoke.’ You wanted to surprise Steve with a home-cooked meal when he got home from work, because you felt a little guilty always ordering take out. You wanted to take care of Steve, to be the wife you knew he ‘deserved.’ Naturally, Steve already thought you were perfect just as you were, and told you as much, frequently. Still, doubt nagged at the back of your brain, and you wanted to make sure that Steve understood how proud you were to be his, that you wanted to be his perfect little housewife…

In spite of the chilly air that evening, you were forced to open the kitchen window. The rain smelled so sweet in contrast with the acrid scent of smoke filling the kitchen. The sound of Steve’s car pulling into the driveway caught your attention. You made your way to the front door, waving a dish towel as you walked, fanning away the last of the smoke. Steve’s keys made a jingling sound in the door; your heart skipped knowing he was right on the other side of it…

As soon as you saw Steve’s face, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. His eyebrows lifted in surprise when he noticed the smell of smoke in the house. “Did you uh-.” Steve chose his next words carefully. “-Light a candle, baby?”

You bit your bottom lip, an apologetic look on your face. “I wish that was the reason it smells so bad in here,” you replied. “But actually, I-.” You sighed. “I tried to make dinner, for a change. And it kind of exploded in the oven…”

Steve nodded, glancing behind you at the kitchen. He silently observed the aftermath of your work. Every utensil and baking dish you owned had seemingly been taken from the cabinets, considered, and then rejected to the counter. “It’s okay, baby,” Steve assured you, putting his arms around you. “We can order take out; it’s not a problem.”

You tried to let your anxieties fade, melting into the familiar comfort of Steve’s embrace. Holding your ear to his chest, you listened to his heartbeat, soothed by its steady rhythm, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

“What sounds good?” Steve asked, placing a kiss in your hair. “Anything you want, and-.”

“I’m actually not really hungry anymore,” you said, your eyes cast downward. “I kind of lost my appetite, with all the smoke.” You chuckled a little, in spite of your disappointment. The bitter smell of smoke and burnt casserole still lingered in the air, but only a little. Not enough that it distracted Steve from how pretty you looked, your forehead lightly dotted with sweat, your hair disheveled and some stains on your pajama shirt from the mess you’d made while baking.

Steve’s eyes swept over you, a combined feeling of love and lust washing over him. That combination of feelings was exactly the reason Steve had fallen so hard for you, why he’d loved you more every day since, and why he’d eventually asked you to marry him.

He knew you were frustrated about the dinner mishap. Steve was a very intuitive husband, and always seemed to know what you needed even before you did yourself.

“Just order something for you this time, okay?” You gave Steve a quick kiss on the end of his nose.

“Well actually,” he replied. “There is something that I’ve really been craving.” He smiled. “Been thinking about it all day, actually…”

Your eyebrows lifted. “Okay,” you giggled. “Well then you absolutely need to eat it.”

Steve nodded, his tongue sweeping lightly over his lips. “Oh, I’m going to eat it,” he replied, his tone a shade darker. “But I don’t have to order out for it. What I want is already here.” A corner of Steve’s mouth curved upward in a suggestive grin. “At home...”

Oblivious to Steve’s meaning, you peered behind him at the burnt abomination casserole sitting on the kitchen counter. “Well I hope it’s not chicken casserole you’re craving,” you replied. “Because that thing I made is definitely not fit for human cons-.”

Steve cut your sentence short by tugging you closer, so your faces were less than an inch from one another. He softly pressed his lips to yours in a closed kiss. It was chaste, romantic, sweet; but laced with darker implications that had your pulse racing.

“I want you, baby,” Steve murmured, easing his body against yours. “You’re the sweetest meal a man could ever ask to come home to…”

You felt a little dizzy, and it certainly wasn’t because you’d missed dinner. Everything about Steve made you weak…but the way he could have your pussy dripping using words alone made you fall the hardest…

“Let me eat you,” Steve said tenderly, respectfully, as if he didn’t already have your absolute permission. “Please?”

You swallowed, steadying yourself, suddenly feeling very light on your feet, as if you could be swept away by the slightest breeze. “Mm-hmm,” you replied through closed lips, then spoke out loud “yes. Yes, please, Steve…”

His smile was exchanged for a look of something carnal, and it would probably have seemed predatory in any other context. But once Steve had your permission, he was completely absorbed in his pursuit of having you.

Your ass was on the couch within seconds, Steve kneeling at the floor between your legs. He kissed your knees, your thighs, working upward till he was nibbling at the waistband of your pajamas. Steve let his right hand drape lazily against his crotch, occasionally palming his erection through his pants.

His lips pressed soft and warm against your belly. Steve spread a trail of gentle kisses down your stomach, lingering above the waistband of your pajama pants. His pretty hazel eyes flicked up to meet yours briefly before he hooked a fingertip beneath the pajamas, and lightly tugged them down.

You shivered at the feeling of air on your newly-exposed skin, but Steve’s tongue warmed you up immediately. He licked soft, wispy stripes beside your clit, intentionally neglecting it, letting the pressure at your center build…sucking one of your lips between his, then releasing it with a wet pop. Your fingers went to Steve’s hair, threading his caramel strands. He dipped his nose between your labia, bumping his bridge against your clit, penetrating you gently with his tongue. Your back arched, pressing your cunt forward, burying Steve’s face even deeper between your thighs.

He groaned into your pussy, the vibrations of his mouth stimulating the inside and outside of your cunt, plumping your lips even fuller. The sound of Steve’s tongue pumping inside you squelched beautifully, combined with the delicate, breathy sounds you were making. He nuzzled even deeper between your thighs, the tip of his nose gliding between your pouty lips.

Steve seamlessly replaced his tongue inside you with two of his fingers, making you gasp at the new, firmer penetration. His tongue washed over your clit, bathing your cunt in a mix of his saliva and your cum. You could feel yourself getting close, but what you really wanted was to finish together with Steve inside you. Your hand left his hair for his shoulder, patting to get his attention as you breathlessly told him “Steve, Steve, need you, in-.” And before you could finish your request, Steve had already lifted your ass off the couch, pulling you down to meet the bulge straining at the front of his pants.

He fumbled slightly at getting his belt and pants undone, because he was in such a hurry. You reached for his cock and rubbed the outline of it, feeling it pulse under your touch. As soon as Steve’s dick was in reach of your mouth, you tugged him between your lips. With a hard suck, you took him all the way to the back of your throat in one gulp. Steve’s knees went shaky, his breath punched out of his lungs at the shock of hitting the back of your throat so unexpectedly, so quickly. Your gag reflex activated and you popped off Steve’s cock, a raw trail burning all the way up your throat. You laid back on the couch and spread your legs, eyes trained on Steve’s, a seductive grin turning your lips.

He shook his head, your slick dripping from his chin. “No,” Steve said, reaching for your hair and gently guiding your mouth back onto his cock. “Need more of that tight little throat-can’t suck me like that n’just take it back-.” Steve eased himself down the length of your throat, nudging the back with his tip. A low growl of pleasure rumbled from Steve’s chest, his fingers threading your hair. “God, just like that…keep sucking…FUCK-!”

Steve hurriedly pulled your lips off his cock and pushed your back against the sofa, mounting and entering you as quickly as he could. Your hands clutched Steve’s shoulders, holding on tight as he humped you like a desperate animal, punching his cock so deep inside you that his shaft was rubbing your cervix. When Steve came, he choked back a dry sob, his breath heating the skin at the base of your neck as he panted through his release. Sweat dripped from the ends of Steve’s hair and onto your chest as he carefully lifted himself off of you. He fell back onto the couch beside you, pulling a hand over his disheveled hair, his pants around his muscular thighs. You laid your head on Steve’s shoulder, tilting your face to gaze at him.

He noticed you staring, and smiled. “Now that was a home-cooked meal,” Steve said, attempting to catch his breath. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. You fell asleep on the couch, drifting away while listening to the sound of rain thrumming against the roof, and the muffled rhythm of Steve’s heartbeat…

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wroteclassicaly · 2 months

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18+

Using the fuck machine on Steve’s ass, whilst being spread out beneath him.

“Yeah? How’s that feel inside of your tight little asshole, Stevie? It ramming you nice and good?”

He can only hiss in response — a literal sound of feral excitement whistling through his milky white teeth. His lips are kiss bitten, swollen, and slick with sweat. His far cock hangs heavy between trimly defined hips, dripping pre-cum all over your stomach, your breasts, even catching on your cunt and inner thighs, his full balls brimmed with so much cum that you’re going out of your mind for him. The cock ring is keeping him precisely where you want his finish line to be. He’s covered in exerting perspiration, words becoming dormant in his raspy throat.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make such a mess all over me when I take that ring off, aren’t you, big boy?” More questions that you know he’s too gone to answer.

But to his credit — Steve tries.

“I… Hmm? It’s right there —“

“Right where, baby? Your special spot? The one you’d never tell our friends you let me tongue fuck. How you bounce your perfect, sinful ass all over my face?

“Sure — oh, honey.” His jaw unhinges and you take the time to nip at bite at his skin, his silver chain dangling into a sway as he fucks his ass back onto the motion of the toy, the jewelry slapping your lips when you raise.

You wrap your hand around his neck’s nape, the sweaty curls dipping between your digits. You tighten and bring him down for a delicious kiss, purposely hitting the remote to the next speed when his mouth meets your own.

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munsonify · 2 months

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i don’t know what’s prettier, him or his hands

#munsonify #do i want his hand around my throat #or do i just want his fingers in my mouth #steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x you

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voyeurmunson · 5 months

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Blurb idea:

New BF Steve's heard about your ex's (Munson) dom vibes, so he thinks he needs to step up and be a little more...assertive with you

“He did what to you?” Steve gasps, his eyes widening in shock as Robin covers her mouth quickly.

“Robin, seriously?” you groan and she goes to apologize for spilling the beans of yours and Eddie’s past sex life but Steve interrupts her before she can get a word out.

“I didn’t know you were into stuff like that.” he says, his light brown eyes searching your face carefully.

“Steve, it’s nothing. He was just… different. Very um.. I don’t know. Dominant? Can we talk about anything else please? Anything other than how my ex used to fuck me?”

“Shit, yeah. Sorry, honey.” Steve sighs but you can see his mind is running wild with thoughts, wheels turning in his brain.

*Later that night*

“Why didn’t you tell me you liked to be fucked like a little slut?” Steve burns as he presses your head down even deeper causing you to gag on his thick cock. You’re soaked down below, this new side of Steve sending you into a spiral. All you can do is moan around his cock in response as he grips your hair tightly.

He pulls you up by your roots, his long cock sliding out of your mouth, slapping straight against his firm stomach as you try to catch your breath. “Bend over, baby.” he growls, leading you toward the bed. You lay across the edge of the bed, your ass sticking out on display for him.

His hands grope and squeeze your cheeks before you feel a delicious sting across your ass making you yelp. “Shit, too hard?” Steve’s voice reverts back to his usual softness and you shake your head adamantly.

“More… Steve, please.” you whimper, wiggling back towards him. He chuckles lustfully and you feel his head against your warmth, his tip running up and down your wet slit.

“H-holy shit, you’re soaked. You fucking love it like this, don’t you? My little slut for pain?” he moans as he presses himself deep inside of you, filling you to the brim.

“Fuck, Steve. S-So big. You’re so big.” you whine. He smacks your ass again, leaving mark after mark as he fucks you senseless. Filthy words falling from his lips as he destroys you from behind.

“Harder?” he taunts.

“Yes!”

“Want it rough, baby? So fucking rough. Look at you. Look at my girl.”

“Steve!”

You scream his name as tears flood your vision, Steve fucking you like never before. He doesn’t stop, loving every minute of seeing you like this. He loves the new noises he’s pulling from you, watching your body react in ways he’s never seen. Every little cry pushing him to be more assertive, more confident.

“Gonna make you cum again and again. My girl wants to be a little fucktoy, hmm? Well my baby always gets what she wants.”

#anon ask #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington smut #dom steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader smut

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rowanswriting · 7 months

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Here’s a Steve Thot: The first time you give Steve a blowjob he’s lying on his back losing his mind. He’s never had a blowjob like the one you’re giving him right now, it’s spitty and sloppy and messy and you’re giving his balls attention. He’s making these cute little whimpering and groaning sounds and his back is arching of the bed and he can’t even think straight and neither can I now.😩😵‍💫

(Just been in the mood to make Steve sob, ya know?)

DOLLY!!!!! HELP ME! WHAT THE HELL.

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Smut

tw// smut, ball play, spit, dirty talk, ect. minors fuck away from this or I’ll swing! thanks for reading, feedback is always appreciated!

You’re pressing down on his hips to try and hold him in place. It’s no use though, he’s much stronger than you and keeps fucking up into your mouth, causing you to gag around him.

Steve moans like a porn star, it sends shockwaves through your body every time you listen to him. Dirty words slipping out of his mouth almost thoughtlessly, as he lays back, looking like a fucked out mess.

“F-fuck baby, your mouth makes the perfect cock sleeve. It’s so warm and wet, holy shit baby.” He’s whining, pulling your hair into his fist and pushing you as far down as he can get you to go.

At this point he doesn’t even pay attention to anything but the feeling of your throat constricting around him, your lack of oxygen is only a turn on for you as your drool runs down around his shaft, and to his balls.

He loses the sanity he did have left when you wrap your hand around his balls, squeezing them and rubbing them letting your spit coat them. Normally he can last a long time, but as soon as you pay any attention to his balls he’s cumming down your throat, moaning like a feral animal.

#arden’s mail 💌#dolly🎀#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x y/n smut #Steve Harrington x fem!Reader smut

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harringtons-cupid · 1 year

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Computer!Technician!Steve x fem!reader

-> modern au

Thanks to the guy who took my laptop in to fix, and acting very Stevecore of you.

Warnings: 18+ - sex as payment, public sex, cunnilingus, fingering, slapping, dirty talk. creampie. Squirting.

Tagged: @urlbitchin @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @beesoo13 @moonchildquinn @mcbeanzontoast @munsonsbaby @allthingsjoeq @alienthings @jamdoughnutmagician

Masterlist | KO-FI

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Steve had seen you around, your brief encounter together never left his mind. You had brought your boyfriends laptop to his shop, he had repaired successfully.

So when your laptop broke, you were devastated. Your ex boyfriend had told you to just get another one but you suddenly remembered Steve.

Nervously, you pushed the door open of his shop. It was quiet as the bell jangled, a voice came from behind the screen as you waited patiently in the foyer.

“Hi, what can I do for you” he smiled at you, leaning against the counter.

“Uh hi, I believe we spoke on the phone” your voice was shaky as you swung your bag forward.

Getting out your laptop and handing it to him, dropping your bag on the floor silently. You could smell his cologne as you watched him fiddle with your laptop intently, scanning his facial features you noticed how the loose strands of hair fell just below his eyebrows.

Which were unattended, thick pressed together until you watched his face relax. Looking in relief at figuring out what was wrong, his eyes staring directly at you.

Not once wavering off your face as he explained in detail the problem and began to direct you through the small pieces of your laptop. You felt yourself admiring his face, looking at every crease and mark until he caught you.

His smile was small and cheeky, shifting his eyes between you and your laptop. Until he had figured out how to fix it, your eyes still on him as he quickly checked on the desktop next to him.

“So, i know how to fix it. What the plan is, we will buy the new part, take the payment off you and I will hold until the part arrives. Then I will give you call. Sound good?” He grinned at you, after spouting out all the boring information.

His muscles tensed against the soft material of his work shirt, you nodded with a smile. He beckoned you around the corner, behind the separation board and offered you a seat.

The paperwork fell between you both on the cramped table, you could feel him breathing in your ear as he watched you sign it. His hands were on the paper, pointing to where you needed to sign when they met.

Steve had thought about being this close to you since he first met you but didn’t realise, he’d be so speechless.

Laughing giddily at the touch of a hand, the scuff off a knee. A flush as your eyes gazed into his, it all happened so quickly before your lips crashed into each other. Hands fumbling onto each bit of skin, soft subtle grunts escaping out of your mouths.

Both now standing up facing each other as your lips were unable to be separated. He hooked his hands under your body and lifted you up, knocking a few things including the paperwork on the floor. Before delicately placing your back onto the wood, waiting a second to admire you before kissing you again.

Pulling off your trousers to expose your frilly pink underwear, he was practically drooling at the sight of you. Kissing down your body softly until he sucked on your hip bones, his nails digging into your skin.

“I have wanted to do this for ages” he mumbled as he edged closer to your cunt.

Your hips were twitching, something in you compelled you to be his close to him. His pretty face looking at you, the way no one else ever had.

Within seconds your underwear was around your ankles, a soft groan left his mouth as he spread your legs apart and buried his head between your thighs. His hands digging into you, his tongue was soft and silky as he twirled it around your clit.

It felt good, too good.

His tongue sped up, sliding up and down your folds. Teasing your hole before bringing his attention back your throbbing clit, your head tipping back as he pursed his lips around your clit and began to suck.

“Oh fuck. Steve” you whimpered, your hands finding his hair and tugging as he sucked harder.

Feeling your clit grow with arosal, his fingers moved from around your thighs and teased your wet cunt. Toying with your hole before sliding a finger inside, slowly curling it upwards towards your soft spot until your hips begged for more.

Grinding against his face and fingers, the sound of your dripping cunt filled the room as he slurped loudly against your clit. You were so close to your orgasm, it was riling up inside you with every movement.

He had slipped a second finger inside you that was hitting your soft spot, tipping you right over the edge until your legs shook violently. A pool of your cum dropped down your thighs and coating your ass as you caught your breath.

Panting, he wriggled his jeans from around his waist and letting them fall to his ankles. His cock was hard and throbbing against his boxers, you gasped at the sight of it.

You were shocked, excited and slightly scared. You had never taken a cock as big as his before.

Palming over his cock, you watched as he shuddered at the touch. His head tipping back, allowing you to force his boxers off his cock. It bounced back in your face, holding it tightly with his hands and bringing it closer to your skin.

He slapped it across your face, rubbing the tip around your lips. Saliva dripped down the length of his cock as it teased your mouth, you took it slowly into your mouth. Wettening it before he let it dangle as he spread your legs even further apart.

Toying with your hole, his tip forcing you open as he gradually entered inside you. You whined at the sensation, you were wet from both your own saliva and cum as his cock struggled between your tight walls.

“I don’t think it’ll fit Steve” whining again through gasps, his fingers circling your clit.

He groaned as he felt you grow wetter and wetter with every flick of your clit, his cock preying you apart even more.

“I will make it fit” moaning as you took more of his cock inside you, his tip leaking with pre cum as it throbbed.

You drooled at the him, once his cock managed to slide all the way inside you. Your legs fastened themselves around his waist and back, forcing him closer to you.

His pelvic bone slamming into your clit as he thrusted inside you, his hands stroking your cheeks fondly as he noticed that tears had dripped down your face.

“It’s okay pretty one” he cooed with assurance, quickening his face as you both rocked against the wooden table.

Your facial expression softened to his touch, staring into his eyes as you bit your lip. His cock was filling up your cunt completely, moaning in unison with every stride. His back was angled upwards, pushing directly against your soft spot.

Letting yourself be controlled by him as he fucked you, moving in time with each other. He was more sensual that your ex boyfriend, it amazed you that he had wanted to sleep with you since he first met you.

His body jerked forward, grasping onto your skin as he groaned. His eyes fluttering open and shut, leaning towards your mouth. His teeth dug into your lip and bit it as he mumbled breathlessly.

“I’m so close baby” his cock was throbbing aggressively inside you, the pressure was building up inside.

Rocking your hips against his, increasing the sensation against his length. Tensing and untensing your muscles just to hear him whimper your name.

“You going to cum in me? My stretched out cunt, all for you” panting against his mouth as you rode his cock underneath him, edging him closer and closer.

Whimpering above you, his eyes were tightly closed unable to do anything else. Shuddering again until you felt his cock twitch hard, your legs not unfastening from around him as hot sticky cum spurted inside you.

Groaning at the release of pressure, collapsing softly on top of you. Grasping onto your arms, holding you as his cock stroked softly inside you. Grinding your clit against his pelvic bone, feeling it twitch against him as he fucked his cum deeper and deeper inside you.

Reaching your second orgasm, you shivered digging your nails into his arms as your body released the intense pleasure around his cock. Your eyes rolling back with the sensation and movement, he groaned as he felt you squirt hard coating his cock and body with your cum.

Leaning forward as he slowed down his pace to kiss you, wiping the sweat off your face. His lips were damp as they moved with yours, panting heavily against his lips as you caught your breath and the wave of intensity died down.

Holding him in your arms for a second on the weak wooden table, he hummed into the crook of your neck. Sweat glistened off his back as you stroked his skin with your nails, feeling his body rise and fall with satisfaction.

“I told you it would fit” he grinned at you, his hair was sticking to his skin from the sweat.

Rolling your eyes at him, you sighed.

“So i assume we can count that as my payement then?” You smirked at him, watching as he didn’t say anything.

Simply smirking at you before pulling you in for another kiss as you both felt the table give way underneath you. Laughing heavy as it reached the carpeted floor, still tangled together as you laughed together.

Neither of you moved, his cock still throbbing inside you. Your forgotten laptop was out the front on the counter as you laid together.

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