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quiet down ( steve harrington x reader )
summary: you spend the night at your best friend’s house and her older brother steve decides to join you for movie night. somehow, some way, the two of you end up alone and things get heated.
word count: 5.3k
content warnings: smut (18+ only) , afab reader, virgin reader, mutual pining, some angst, oral (both receiving), throat fucking, innocence kink (kind of), praise kink, reader is in high school but they're 18.
just like every other friday night, you found yourself at your bestfriend's house for movie night and a sleepover. it was ritual at this point, she'd pick you up for school that morning and you'd return home sunday evening.
today was not much different except for the fact that Steve, her older brother, would be joining you. His job at Family Video seemed to benefit you guys. you always got the discounts— you’d also get to have first pick of the newly released tapes. When the two of you heard that Top Gun had finally made its way to Hawkins, you begged him to bring it home. normally, Steve would just deliver the movie and you'd watch it in her bedroom but, his condition for this particular film was that he would get to watch too since he also wanted to see it. and you.
Your friend whined a bit at the idea of her obnoxious brother joining in on the movie, since according to her, he hogged the popcorn and talked too much. you, on the other hand didn't mind if he joined in, though you'd never admit it to anyone, you had a massive crush on Steve. That of which showed itself a bit when you made sure to pick the cutest pajamas you owned for this weekend's slumber party. The Head Harringtons were out of town so you settled for something rather skimpy. Lucky for you, your best friend was too oblivious to recognize the extra efforts you'd put in.
the two of you laid out in living room floor talking about the day you had while waiting for steve's shift to end. somehow in the midst of all your conversations the topic of boys came up. she had her high school sweetheart, ricky, who she absolutely adored. you didn't have the same luck as her, which didn't matter much. apart from your crush on Steve, which you obviously couldn't spill the beans on, you didn't have much to talk about.
"come on, there's gotta be someone you like? what about Jason Carver?" she sat up to show the Hawkins High 85' yearbook to you, finger pointing to the picture of the basketball team.
you looked over the picture, eyes fixing on the person standing next to jason, that person being steve.
"ugh, no. jason is so annoying, plus he's all over chrissy this year." you shrugged off her question, reaching out to close the yearbook.
you knew the crush you had on steve was unrequited. you figured if you waited it out, once you went away for college you'd find someone else to spend your time fawning over. though part of you was also convinced that steve was the perfect person for you. he always felt so close, made you feel so safe, but he was always stuck on nancy wheeler or some other girl and you'd continue to be just kid to him. and of course, above everything else, your best friend would absolutely murder you.
it was about this time that steve arrived home. he managed to convince robin to cover the rest of his shift so he could get home to the two of you. he didn't wanna leave you home alone for too long, and truth be told he was excited to be able to hang out with you guys.
you'd been too occupied with your conversation to hear him come in the house. steve rounded the corner to see you laying on your stomach with a pillow stuffed under your chin— your feet up in the air swaying mindlessly.
the position you laid in made him stop in his tracks. he stood silently for a second, taking in the sight of you and the unreasonably small pajamas you'd decided to wear tonight. the little blue shorts you wore had hiked up a bit with the position you were in, showing off the soft curve of your ass. your thighs spread far enough apart that he swore he could see the perfect outline of your cunt. he'd never seen this much of you before, the sight before him making his mouth go dry.
it didn't take long for your friend to notice steve standing silently in the arched entry way. she'd been in the middle of stretching when she looked over her shoulder to see him gawking.
"ahh! Steve, you creep what are you doing home so early?" she yelped, sitting up to grab the nearest pillow to throw in his direction.
"sorry, sorry! " he repeated, stepping to the side to dodge the item sent in his direction. "I got off early so you wouldn't have to be alone in the house." he explained, clearing his throat at the end.
when you noticed him standing behind you, you scrambled to sit up. you yanked the nearest blanket over your legs suddenly regretting the bright idea you had to dress for his attention. he hadn't even looked at you yet, part of you was relieved while the other part of you was bummed.
"okay, fine, but don't creep up on us like that...did ya bring the snacks we asked for?" she spoke, batting her eyes up at her older brother, reaching out for the plastic bag that dangled off his fingers.
steve finally walked into the room, handing off the bag to then go place the tape he brought home into the VCR. why won't he look at you?
"yep, razzles for you and watermelon ring pop for the kid." steve hummed, plopping down on the recliner across the room.
the kid. he always called you that, or some variation of it, but for some reason it was extra frustrating to hear this time. the night had only just begun and you already felt incredibly stupid. you'd talked yourself into the idea that if you dressed up and spent some time with him that maybe he'd see you differently but clearly that wasn't going to happen. not when he wouldn't even look in your direction.
while you argued with yourself silently, steve was doing the same. he wasn't intentionally ignoring you, but he knew that he couldn't look cause if he looked, he'd stare. he took notice of your change in attire, his ego telling him that you dressed that way to catch his eye. if that was the case, you certainly succeeded.
steve had always prided himself in being good to you while also respecting his sister's wishes. if he had it his way, he'd have you but, he knew that wasn't going to work out. didn't stop him from thinking about it though. the image of you laid out in the floor was playing on repeat in his mind. he only saw it for a second but he was sure he had a perfect, practically photographic memory of what it looked like.
you sat through majority of the movie in silence, focusing your attention on the watermelon candy. you had it stuck on your pinky, lips wrapped around it. you'd pull back with a quiet puh! sound every once in a while.
the dimly lit room made it easy for you to remain unaware of the side eyes steve was giving you. he'd been doing his best to stay focused on the film, but he was majorly regretting buying that specific candy for you. every time he'd look over you'd be focused heavily on the movie, eyes fixed on tom cruise while your lips and tongue worked around the candy. his stomach churned knowing he shouldn't be looking at you in the way that he was. he felt awful, not just because you were his sister's friend but because he knew what you were doing was innocent. unfortunately, steve couldn't help the things it made him think about.
your friend had fallen asleep just before the end, snoring in the floor on a pile of pillows. when both you and steve recognized the noises you looked to the middle of the floor where she laid, then up to each other. it was the first time all night steve had looked you in the eyes. the tv illuminating his face enough for you to see his big brown eyes soften at the sight of you. the silence grew when the end credits rolled in, the two of you seemed to be waiting for someone to speak first but no one did.
instead, you got up to carry the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen. Steve sat back in the chair, watching you walk off. he argued with himself for a minute. this was the first, and probably last time he'd ever get any chance to be alone with you before you left for college in a few months. he knew that if he didn't try now, there'd be no other opportunities. with that, he followed behind you, tiptoeing through the room careful not to wake his sleeping sibling.
you were standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of water when you heard footsteps. your stomach dropping at the sight of Steve. he was still dressed in his clothes from work. the navy blue polo hugged his muscles so well, well enough to make your stomach flutter. the way he looked when he walked in made it seem like he wanted to speak so you waited, both hands wrapped around the glass.
steve didn't really have a plan for when he got you alone, he could hardly focus when he saw you there in the outfit you wore. eyes scanning over you slowly, drinking you in.
the slow scan of your body made you cower a bit, sitting the glass down to cross your arms in front of the part of your stomach that was showing.
watching you shy away brought a faint smirk to his lips. he stepped forward, leaving only a few inches between you. as much as he would've loved to ease into it, he didn't know how much time he had.
"steve?" you asked, looking up at him like a lost puppy.
"hm?" he hummed, hand coming up to grab at your chin, his thumb smoothing over the edge of your jaw.
you could feel your heart pounding inside your chest, body frozen underneath him. there was absolutely no way this was happening. no fucking way.
you wanted to speak but no words made their way out. all you did was stand there, big puppy dog eyes staring up at him.
"did you dress like this for me?" steve asked, his hand moving away from your chin, finger tracing the extremely low neckline of your top.
the question made your breath catch, were you that obvious? you considered an answer for a second, before ultimately giving him a sheepish nod.
"ah, use your words." he tutted, finger grazing over the exposed parts of your chest. he couldn't help but smile at the way he could see your nipples begin to protrude the thin fabric, hardening into stiff peaks with just a few light touches.
"yes.. I did— ‘m sorry." you breathed out, eyes dropping to the floor embarrassed by your desperate attempts. you weren’t sure why you chose to apologize, it just felt necessary.
steve didn't reply with words, instead his hand came back up. this time he took a firmer grasp on your chin, tilting it back so that he could duck down. his closeness pulling a whimper from you.
"you've got my attention now, sweetheart. what do you want with it?" he spoke into the curve of your neck, lips planting small kisses up to your jaw.
you stammered a bit, eyes blinking shut.
steve was kissing you.
steve was kissing you.
steve was kissing you.
just as you were about to admit your wants — a slew of word vomit ready to spill from you , your friend began to toss n' turn. the sleepy moan reminding you both where you were. you choked down the speech you wanted to give about how much you adored him, loved him, needed him. instead, you settled for something much more feasible.
"want you.." you muttered, a brave hand coming up to press flat against the already growing bulge in his jeans.
steve was shocked by your sudden confidence, a groan vibrating out of him at the sudden contact. he reached down to grab your wrist, pulling the hand off him so that he could step back. he looked over his shoulder at the girl who was still asleep. sending her a telepathic apology. he knew he was going to pay for what was to come but god he couldn't help it. steve never had the opportunity to be selfish, tonight he was going to do exactly that.
he looked back over to you, then to the stairwell. bringing a finger up to his lips to shush you, his other hand still on your wrist guiding you to follow him up to his bedroom. you did your best to stay quiet, though you could hear your own heartbeat echoing in your ears.
you made it up the stairs and into his room successfully. the second the door was shut, his lips were on you. the kiss was sweet at first, he walked you backwards to lay back on his bed — once you wrapped your legs around his waist it became hungry and desperate. sloppy wet noises echoed around the bedroom, his hands eagerly roaming about your body, slipping under your shirt to paw at your chest.
you moaned into his mouth, back arching up against his touch. you felt yourself become dazed, eager hands finding his body the same way his found yours. you wanted to take your time with him, to let him be the person who took all of you— but somehow admitting to him that this was going to be your first felt embarrassing.
rather than admitting that, you turned the attention on him. tugging weakly at the button that held his jeans together until eventually you got it to pop open. you attempted push his pants down but he swatted them away— his swollen lips working against yours. you wanted to be close, as close as possible, wanted to exhaust every fantasy you'd had over the years but there just wasn't enough time.
"steve," you mumbled against his lips, pulling back to catch your breath.
he took the break to catch his breath too, brushing his messy hair off his face.
"need you.. please" you whined, hips raising off the bed to connect with his.
steve couldn't even begin to explain how badly he wanted to fuck you. he was dying to feel your pussy wrapped around him, but even more than that, steve needed a taste of it. he needed to have his face buried in between the puffy lips he caught somewhat of a glimpse of hours earlier.
"gonna take care of you, I promise." he nodded, kissing you one last time before moving down to be eye level with your sex.
you became a bit self conscious seeing him to close it, even more so when he pulled your shorts and underwear off in one fell swoop. your hands came up to cover your face, thighs clenching together. It was around this that made steve realize you were probably a lot more inexperienced than he'd imagined. he grabbed at your thighs, pressing a kiss to both of them.
"hey.. don't hide from me, let me see you." steve spoke quietly, his tone bringing you some comfort.
you sighed, keeping your hands over your face while slowly parting your legs. steve groaned, his mouth practically watering at the sight of you. you'd gotten so wet he could hear it when you legs parted, a string of slick connecting your folds.
"fuck, you're perfect." he insisted, hands coming down to rest on either side of your puffy mound.
he used his index fingers to spread you even farther apart, licking a long flat strip up the center. the contact causing you to gasp, your leaky hole spasming against his tongue.
"taste so fucking sweet. even better than I-" he mumbled against your sex, pausing between words to press a kiss to your sensitive button. smiling at the way it jumped under his touch. "..- imagined."
"please," you whined, your hands that were once covering your face now gripping at the bed.
he didn't need much more than that— still spreading you open with his fingers, steve began to lap at your hole. the tip of his tongue circling and dipping into the opening, his nose bumping against the tender bud. the new found contact pulled the most pitiful whimpers out of you, your thighs clamping shut around his head.
"steve, oh my god!" you'd almost forgotten about the fact that you needed to keep quiet. for a moment you didn't care but then remembered who was asleep downstairs.
you bit down on your bottom lip to stifle the noises, slippery wet walls clamping down around nothing while steve licked through your folds. he eventually worked his way up to your clit, lips wrapping around the throbbing button. he sucked harshly on the area, pulling a high pitched squeak out of you.
your thighs trembled desperately around his head, hips rutting upwards to hump against his face. he knew you were going to cum, drunk off the taste of you gushing into his mouth.
he kept his attention on your clit, his tongue making circles around it. he let you ride it out however you needed, a moan vibrating against you when you yanked on his hair.
" 'm gonna - fuck - im gonna cum steve" you mewled your words out, orgasm coming with the words spoken.
he kept his attention on you, letting you rutt against his tongue to ride out your orgasm. when you finally stopped trembling so much he pulled away. sitting back on his knees to look down at you, lips swollen and glistening with your remnants.
"c'mere" he exhaled, grabbing loosely at the base of your neck to pull you up into a kiss. the taste of you still fresh on his lips.
after a moment he pulled back from the kiss, smiling at you "see that? tastes so fucking good."
"better than you, imagined?" you repeated back the words he spoke to you moments before this — trying to wrap your mind around the fact that he imagined what you tasted like in the first place.
"yeah, baby. so much better than I'd imagined." he emphasized the last word, knowing that's what you were holding onto.
steve was not expecting anything in return, doing his best to ignore the painful mess going on between his legs. he looked at the clock by his bed, wondering if you two even had any time to do anything else. he was not yet ready to part from you, even if it meant just holding you.
you had other ideas though, sitting up on your knees you crawled forward to where he sat on the bed. his jeans were still on, hung low around his hips, low enough to show the tip of his cock pitching a tent in his boxers.
you watched him with those big wet eyes, ducking down to kiss over the clothed tip.
he hissed lowly at the contact, watching the arousal that soaked through the fabric smear across your lips.
"my turn?" you asked, looking up at him with the softest expression.
even if he wanted to, he couldn't say no to you. after so many hears of knowing him, you knew how to break him. all it took was batting those eyelashes at him for him to give you what you wanted.
"fuck, yes. your turn, baby." steve spoke, lifting his hips up to pull his bottoms off for you.
your eyes practically bulging out of your head at the sheer size of his cock. you knew it was big, it was always visible in whatever he wore, but you didn't expect it to be that thick. the swollen tip of it slapped against his stomach, a bead of pre dripping down the side.
"uh…stevie" you spoke, wrapping your hand around the base loosely.
"hm?" he replied, eyes watching you intently, cock jumping from the slightest contact.
"what do i do with it?" you kept your hand there, thumb tracing over the thick vein that ran up the side of it.
something about the question you asked made him exhale sharply, cock twitching in your grasp. maybe it had to do with the dumbfounded expression on your face.
you didn’t know how to touch him.
“oh, honey..” he whispered, hand coming up to cup your cheek, brows raising slightly. “you gotta put your mouth on it.”
you nuzzled against his palm for a moment, enjoying the softness before ducking down to let the swollen tip prod against you lips.
steve felt a moan get tangled up in his vocal chords— watching you kitten lick over the head of his cock made his body tense up. truthfully, he could probably cum from just this. seeing you treat his cock so sweetly was driving him absolutely insane.
he let you do what you wanted for a minute or two, but you didn’t go past taking short licks across the spongey pink tip. his balls tightening with every wet stroke of your tongue.
if you weren’t operating on short time, he’d have let you carry on for as long as you wanted but he needed more. rather that pushing your head down and risking your likely sensitive gag reflex he decided he’d teach you.
"poor thing, doesn't know how to suck cock?" he taunted you a bit, a lazy smirk playing across his lips.
the torment made your body heat up— you tried to come up with an excuse or reasoning but there wasn’t one. shaking your head no to his question, an embarrassed pout forming on your kiss swollen lips.
“oh, baby..” he sighed, “don’t worry, i’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
being the first person to fuck your throat was going to be so fun for him.
he pushed your hand off, replacing it with his own. angling the fat mushroomy tip for your mouth, letting it graze your pretty pink lips.
“spit on it.” he instructed, nodding when you tilted your head in confusion.
you did as you were told, letting a glob of spit drip off your tongue onto the head of his cock. you kept your eyes on him the entire time, waiting for what to do next.
“fuck— good job, just do what i tell you to. ‘kay?” steve breathed out, smearing the wetness around the girth.
you nodded, eyes dropping down to watch him stroke himself. he squeezed it tightly, making long slow strokes that pulled very gruff sounding noises out of him.
steve lifted his hips up, pushing his cock against your pout for you to taste him. instructing you through all of it.
“open up for me, wide.. wider— fuck there we go, good job, baby.” he groaned, eyes fluttering feeling your hot wet mouth wrap around the sensitive tip.
he knew that your gag reflex was probably very sensitive. more than that he also knew that his cock was going to be a lot for you to take, regardless of past experience— so, he was careful not to push very far in. stopping about a third of the way, he kept his hips still , wanting you to do the work.
your hand came up to grab at the base again, this time squeezing tighter. trying your best to mimic what he was doing, making shallow pumps.
“yeah, don’t be scared of it— there we go, just keep doin’ that.” steve moaned out his praises, his hand resting lightly on the back of your head. he had no intention of pushing it down, but he wanted to grab onto your hair if need be.
you caught the hang of it pretty quickly, hallowing out your cheeks to suckle on the half that was stuffed in your mouth.
it took everything in Steve not to lurch forward. he wanted nothing more that to lodge his big fat cock in the back of your throat, but he knew better than to do that. giving the back of your head some encouraging pets when you began to bob up and down.
"just like that, angel." he groaned, jaw hanging open.
he made the prettiest sounds. sounds that encouraged you to keep going, to get more brave with your actions.
slobber started to spill down the sides of his cock. Steve couldn't get over the sight before him.
"fucking hell, get it all wet f'me. " he slurred, cock throbbing in your mouth.
"you look so pretty like this, drooling all - shit - all over my cock. d'you like it? does it taste good?"
the words sputtered out of him, encouraging you to up the ante. you moaned an mhm around his cock at his question before pushing your head down as far as you could get it.
you didn't get very far before your throat started to protest the intrusion, gagging at the feeing of him prodding the back of your mouth. you were determined to carry on though — grabbing hold of his big muscular thighs to steady yourself, you tried to keep going but your throat tightened.
feeling your warm wet throat clench around him made nearly made him whimper.
he knew you were struggling against your gag reflex, he found it amusing how you determined you were.
" s'okay baby, you don't have to make it fit all the way." as much as he wanted you to swallow all of him, he didn't want you to push yourself. he was already nearing his edge, the tears welling up in your pretty eyes more than enough to send him over.
you gargled around him, whining in protest to his remark. you wanted it, wanted to take it.
"okay, alright, just sit there i'll help you fit it in. you gotta relax, let me push it in. whenever, fuck me, whenever you feel like you're gonna gag need you to swallow."
he did his best to explain the technique, hand pressing firmer against the back of your head so that he could begin sliding in. your slippery warm throat spasming around the sudden intrusion but to his surprise he got it in.
Steve reached one hand around to the front of your throat, finger tracing over the bulge.
you wiggled down as closely as you could go, nose buried in the thick patch of hair that grew around his cock. the scent of him was enough to make you dazed, eyes screwing shut to just feel him. feel every inch of him stuffed inside your drool filled mouth.
after some time steve started to rock back and forth slightly, his strokes were short and sweet but you loved it. flatting your tongue against the underside of his cock, swaying it from side to side to egg him on.
"shit.. gonna cum"
that seemed to be all he managed to say before his cock began to twitch violently. you could feel him pulsating inside you, cock remaining lodged in the back of your throat. every lasting drop of his hot sticky cum spilling into your mouth, you had no choice but to swallow it.
he stayed inside for a second longer to catch his breath. easing his way out of you so that you didn't sputter too much. finally having your mouth free against you coughed and hiccuped, using the back of your hand to wipe the drool off your chin.
Steve sat there panting, looking at you, he admired the way you looked. that just-got-fucked look wore so nicely on your pretty face.
"hey, come here." steve instructed, grabbing at your chin to pull you to eye level, planting yet another kiss to your lips.
this one was a bit sweeter than before, he let it linger a minute — but when the kiss ended the air in the room suddenly felt heavy. both of you realizing what just happened, it was a mix of post-coital bliss and existential dread.
you reached for the blanket on his bed, pulling it over your bare half. could feel your stomach doing flips. he was everything you ever wanted, maybe even more than that, yet you couldn't help but feel bad.
steve just looked at you for a minute, taking in the way you looked, thinking back on the way you felt. he contemplated going in for more, but then he remembered the time.
every morning at five, his sister gets up for a run. there wasn't much time left to be spent with you, only two more hours. he didn't have the heart to kick you out, not yet at least.
"Steve." you sighed, the buzz of it all starting to wear off when you noticed how late it was.
he only nodded, moving up to shimmy his boxers back on. he grabbed your discard clothing too, handing it to you. once you were dressed he got into bed, peeling back the covers on the empty side for you to climb into if you wanted.
he let you get settled, dropping an arm around your waist. you had laid facing him, nuzzling your face against his chest. it felt nice to be held by him, even though the pit in your stomach was only seeming to get heavier and heavier.
"it's gonna be fine, I promise... i'm not gonna say anything."
the beginning of his sentence soothed you in some way, but all that comfort got yanked away at the end. you had a secret now. a dirty one. you didn't regret it, neither of you did, but it felt like a ticking time bomb. the idea of sneaking around was exciting, of course, but you knew this was going to be the end of it.
"can we just stay like this for a bit?" you muttered, already dozing off in his arms.
you'd fallen asleep on his chest, the most out of those final hours before you heard the alarm blaring from the next room over. the thin walls working in your favor for once. you sat up quickly, trying to pry his heavy sleeping arm off your body so you could run to the other room before she came upstairs.
"steve.. steve move! " you whisper yelled until finally he turned the other way, groaning at you for disturbing him.
all the sleep leaving you when you heard her echoing a "hello?" from the bottom of the stairs.
you got up and ran into the bathroom, thanking god for the face that they seemed to share one. you bolted from one room to the other, throwing yourself on the mattress, covering yourself with the quilt. you kept your face buried in the pillow so that she'd think you were still sleeping.
to your surprise it worked, tiptoed in to grab her running shoes before worming her way back out.
once you were alone, it all set in. your throat was sore from the prior events, but you liked being able to still feel parts of him. the bruise at the roof of your mouth was going to stick around for a few days. it didn't feel real to you.
after a couple of hours of real sleep, both you and steve seemed to wake up at the same time. it was now around nine am on saturday, the both of you walking like zombies down the stairs to grab breakfast from the kitchen.
"jeez — what's gotten into you two? were you up late?" she looked over you, both of you having the same tired and dazed looks on your faces.
her question made steve cough into the cup of coffee he was sipping. you did your best to remain nonchalant, focusing heavily on the piece of toast you were smearing butter on.
he peered at you over the coffee mug, waiting for his sister to look away so that he could send you a wink. your hands fumbling over the butter knife.
this was going to be so very fun for Steve.
#best friend’s brother!steve#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#Steve harrington x you#Steve harrington smut#stranger things smut#s.h.#casey writes
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from the demographic i have acquired from my twitter, i have seen the trend:
fred weasley favs are to steve harrington favs;
the same goes for george weasley favs are to eddie munson favs.
with tumblr being a different environment as compared to twitter (a larger demographic, at that from my moots), i would like to know whether the same is applied here.
you are free to disagree.
#ali's random shit☁️#harry potter#fred weasley#fred gideon weasley#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley smut#george weasley x reader#george weasley smut#george weasley#george fabian weasley#stranger things#steve harrington#s.h.#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington smut#eddie munson#e.m.#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut
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sadly, i think some people are put on this earth just for the sole purpose of healing others regardless of how much pain they endure. some people are just meant to give more love than they will ever receive.
- S.H.
#things ive never said#2amthoughts#personal thoughts#mental health#healing#pain#love#support#life purpose#writers on tumblr#original post#original#personal#i wrote this#poets on tumblr#for you#writing#words#truth#sad thoughts#quotes#writers and poets#alone#aesthetic#spilled ink#sakura#sakura hayashi#hayashi#S.H.#spilled thoughts
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PERFECT SIN
virgin religious!steve x noninnocent! reader
REMINDER THAT IF YOU FEEL YOU COULD GET OFFENDED BY THIS POST THERE IS NO NEED TO READ IT! I WOULD HATE TO MAKE ANY OF YOU THINK THAT THAT WAS THE INTENTION OF IT WHEN IT TRULLY ISN'T, I DEEPLY RESPECT ALL TYPES OF RELIGIONS! <3
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synopsis;;
Steve was a good boy. Was…
cw;;
sub and complete inexperienced yet not innocent steve, references to the bible (algo unholy use of steve’s one) and church, mocking of god, the bible and sins (PLEASE AGAIN, DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY), cursing, alcohol drug use, dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, teasing, smut, p in v sex, dumbification, masturbation (m and f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), worshipping kink & god kink (kinda???), overstimulation, dacryphilia (kinda?), non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, chocking, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!
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‘ What do you want to do now? ’
Steve Harrington was a good boy. A straight A’s student, not a big fan of parties, hated alcohol, didn’t so drugs kind of good boy. And… he was really religious. He had always been. He accompanied his family to church every Sunday, went to a religious school and based his reading on his worn bible before going to bed every night. At his eighteen years of life, the most ‘unholy’ thing he had ever done was lie, and he made sure to swear that he’d never do it again.
But that oath didn’t age well, since he was, once again, lying about the fact that he’ll be staying over one of his church friends’ when he was planted in front of the biggest party he had ever seen —the only one he had ever seen, to be honest—.
Although Steve was a good boy, his best friend, Eddie Munson, surely wasn’t. They were complete polar opposites. You just had to stare at them to see that. Whilst Steve seemed like a complete church boy with his button shirt tucked on his caqui pants and his school’s white little sleeveless sweater on top. —He looked so nerdy and cute with those glasses of his…— Eddie looked like a rockstar, with his smeared eyeliner, long curly hair, black clothes and metal tees…
Nobody knew how the two of them could be such good friends… But they were. Eddie was a bad influence, always breaking the rules and getting in trouble. And Steve was… the good influence, the pure one of the couple, always in charge of putting some sense into Eddie’s head when his mind convinced him on doing things that seemed like a good idea when in reality were not and getting him out of trouble. They worked.
Eddie loved to hang out with Steve, always trying to make him do something bad and ‘unholy’ but always getting a ‘no’ for an answer. And he thought that it will be that way forever, but surprisingly enough, Steve had acceded to go with him to one of those crazy parties he always attended. So there they were, stepping into the packed house and automatically being hit by the smell of cheap alcohol, weed and hormones.
Steve didn't like it. He couldn’t help scrunching his nose, overwhelmed by the new surroundings. The air was saturated and it was too warm, making his glasses slightly fog.
Eddie laughed at his face, pushing one of his arms over his best friend’s shoulders and dragging him further inside with him. Steve felt as if the devil had took a hold on him and dragged him to Hell.
"Yo Eddie! Got some crystal?" Oh, right. Another thing about Eddie was that he was popular. Really popular. A lot of people waved at him as the two of them passed by. Probably due to his incredible stash and weed. But either ways, he had a lot of friends.
"Look for me later, 'lright? I´ll see what I can do for you then, pretty girls." the girls that had approached him smiled, nodding and giggling as they took off.
"Crystal?" Steve wondered, to what Eddie rolled his eyes.
"Meth, Stevie. Meth." the brunette scrunched his face. He was well aware that Eddie was a dealer, he wasn't that stupid, he just didn't know much about it. And honestly, he'd like to keep it that way. Of course he was concerned for his best friend's well being, but Eddie had promised him that he wasn't getting into anything hard, weed was his way to go. "That's shit is selling like Benny's burgers." he shook his head, pulling him down the hallway and towards the salon, which connected to an open garden with pool and where the dancing floor took place.
"Eddie!!!" both of them turned to a blonde smiley girl with a cigarette on her left hand.
"Robin!" he seemed just as pleased to see the blue eyed as her to see him. "What are you doing here!?" the arm that stood around his shoulder fell when he stepped closer to her to pull her into a tight hug.
"Oh, you know... y/n." she rolled her eyes, still a happy smile making her cheeks swell.
Eddie chuckled. "That little friend of yours is a true menace..." he shook his head. "I like her." that only made Robin laugh.
"Everyone does..." she sighed, taking a hit to her cigarette as her eyes found Steve's. "Let me guess... Perfect hair, ironed clothes, that church boy's face...Is this Stevie?" Eddie smiled as he nodded, surrounding his friend's shoulder with his arm again before pulling him flush to his side.
"In holy spirit." Steve pushed his hand away when his fingers dug on his hair, messing it all up.
"Nice to meet you Robin." he said, offering one of his hands, trying to be polite.
"My pleasure." she actually took it, giving him a funny smile. "You seem scared... First party?" he felt his cheeks reddening in embarrassment as he nodded. “Aw, isn’t that cute… Try not to get eaten alive, hm?” Steve’s eyes widened at her words, but she simply laughed, stealing a bottle of whiskey from one of the guys that went heading towards the kitchen to refill the drinks before giving them their back, cigarette in between her lips as she walked away, turning around when she didn’t hear the two pair of friends following her. “Well? Are you guys coming or not?”
They understood then, nodding and following her down another hallway and into a more private room. From the little people inside Steve thought it could be for VIPS. The room was big, with a couple of sofas sitting around a little coffee table, which stood full of cigarettes, alcohol, little plastic bags, weed…
It seemed to be that they had found the stoner room.
“Robin! Robin’s back!!” a sweet and drunk voice filled the room as the door closed behind their backs. Steve’s eyes met a curly haired girl on one of the sofas, cup in hand and a tipsy smile on her face.
Robin chuckled before going towards the drunk girl, who wrapped her arms around her, pulling her so hard down and against her that almost made her fall. “Nancy!” she whined when her face was filled of little kisses, what made Eddie laugh.
Steve looked really confused, shocked when the two of them started kissing.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you… Robin is gay. She’s dating Nancy too.” Eddie seemed amused by his reaction, which quickly faded. Was he surprised? Yeah. Gay people in the 80s weren’t really… out. But still, there were only a few people in there, and by the looks of it they were too high on some shit to even remember tomorrow so… Was he disgusted? Absolutely not. He didn’t see any wrong in any kind of love. It was not ‘conventional’, as people would say, but it was still love and Steve was nobody to tell anyone what to or not to do.
“Thank god. She wouldn’t stop whining about how much she missed you, almost choked her to sleep for a moment there.” your amused voice chuckled beside her. When Steve eyes wondered towards the origin of the sound, he met a really pretty girl. Gorgeous even. Stealing breath away kind of pretty girl. You were dressed on a really tight and short red dress and black high heels. From his position he could see that your lips and eyes were of the same red color of your dress, the first due to a beautiful lipstick and the other probably for the blunt that stood in between your fingers. There was a hazed look on your face, and a soft smile tugging on your lips. Your hair flared a little bit as you turned to face the two best friends by the door. Steve felt like he couldn’t breath. Maybe due to the smoke inside the room… He thought. “Well I’ll be damned… Is that Eddie Munson?” your red eyes squinted a little bit, trying to focus on the metal head beside him, who shrugged as he stepped further into the room.
“What can I say? I’m famous amongst the ladies.” that made you laugh. And the sound of it was almost angelic. Steve’s heart tightened on his chest, your smile warming him up and making him feel all fuzzy inside. He was completely whipped. “Looking good y/n, been a long time since I last saw you.”
‘y/n’ So that’s who they had been talking about before… y/n, y/n… Even your name was pretty.
“Too long I’d say. Missed your weed. It is the best I’ve ever had.” he pressed a hand to his chest, honored. “And who is pretty boy over there?” Steve felt like fainting when your eyes met his body, lips around the blunt, sucking a new hit that left your throat burning up as the smoke filled your lungs.
“This…” Eddie pulled him by his arm, closer to you and the other two girls, strong enough to have him adjusting his crooked glasses. “Is Steve. Steve Harrington. My boy.” a smile crept on his lips when he recognized that look in your eyes as you scanned him up and down. “And who you are absolutely not getting closer to.”
You rolled your eyes. “Jesus. That fast you claiming a pretty thing like him?” you chuckled, shaking your head just to ignore him and focus on the brunette. “Nice to meet you Steve.” his name rolling on his tongue made his heart fall to the pitch of his stomach, fingers tingling and breath hitching. “I like your sweater.” he coughed, clearing his throat when one of your legs crossed over the other, chest sticking out and your back arched as you accommodated yourself on the sofa. His eyes darted elsewhere as he awkwardly scratched his neck.
“Thank you.” he stuttered. “I like your…, dress.” that’s the first thing that came to mind and, as he realized what he had just spit out, the stupidest thing too.
You smirked, taking another hit to the blunt. “You do?” you looked down at it. “It’s a little bit uncomfortable though, too tight.” you teased, although he didn’t seemed to get it. Not as Eddie did, scoffing to bring your attention back to him. “You seem uncomfortable too standing over there, why don’t you come take a sit?” you patted the empty place beside you.
“This is Steve’s first party.” he said, eyebrows raising in caution. “Came straight from church studies.” he put extra emphasis to those words, which only made you smile harder and Eddie sigh. You were the devil in disguise.
“Oh… A church boy.” you smirked. “That’s why I’ve never seen you around before. I would remember a pretty face like yours.” you winked at him, and his whole body flushed, making you chuckle.
“You. Stop it.” Eddie pointed at you with squinted eyes, making you rise your hands in a peace offering, faking innocence.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Oh, you know what you are doing.” you tilted your head a little bit, smirk returning.
“Yeah I do…” you chucked, just to sigh afterwards. “Fine. I’ll be good.” you gave in. “But still, sit your ass here and give me something good, will you?”
Eddie smiled, quickly sitting down in one of the single sofas beside you. “Yes ma’am.” he teased you as he extracted from one of his front pockets a little plastic bag full of a shiny white powder. “Is this good enough?” he inquired and you only smiled, teasingly answering.
“This will do.” he laughed, watching you take a peek at the drug, shaking it in between your fingers a little bit. “You. Pretty boy.” you called for Steve, who had never stopped staring at you and got startled by your sudden attention. “Lend me your bible, will you?” he quickly pushed one of his hands on his front pocket, pulling out a pocket mini bible from it before walking towards you to hand it to you. His eyes widened when you pulled him from his arm so he would sit down beside you, fingers lingering on his own as you took his bible from his hand. “Thanks.” you whispered, eyes on his own as you opened it to find just what you were looking for: a picture of Jesus.
You took it out and pushed the bible on top of the tea table before spreading the white powder on top of it, using the photo to spread it in thin and large lines. He was stunned, and Eddie was just too amused to stop you, finding it funny the fact that you were using something ‘holy’ to deal with something that was not.
“Amen.” you muttered before bowing down and pressing your nose to the bible, sniffing the whole line in a go. When you pulled back up and against the sofa, Steve saw the remains of the power on your nose. And even if he knew that he wouldn’t think it, he still found you unbelievably beautiful. “What is it pretty boy? Want to give it a try?” he quickly shook his head.
“N-No! I think that would be…, a sin.” that only made Eddie, the girls and you laugh. He looked so scared you almost felt bad.
“Come on, you’re not gonna tell me that you’ve never sinned, are you now?” he remained silent, making you frown. “Really?” Eddie chuckled beside you.
“Steve is a fucking saint. Never drank, never kissed a girl… Never fucked one.” Steve’s cheeks flushed red as he gave him a death stare.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” your eyes were widened. Well, as far as they’d go. You were starting to feel all fuzzy and tingly due to the coke and weed in your system. “A fucking virgin… And you are friends with Eddie Munson… Isn’t that funny?” the metal head seemed hurt, mouth falling open. “With all respect, you are a man whore.” his mouth only fell further open, what made you laugh. “You have at least rubbed one out, right?” one again he remained silent, eyes elsewhere and bottom lip in between his teeth. “Right?”
Eddie seemed interested too, as well as Robin and Nancy.
“I can’t believe it.” you whispered when he didn’t correct you. Eddie was just as shocked.
“Oh my god…” Nancy muttered.
In eighteen years. Not even a little fapping?
“Jesus…” they all sighed at the same time, and Steve’s cheeks only reddened even more.
“Committing adultery is a sin, alright?” he groaned, too overwhelmed by the attention that was being poured on him. He felt like running away.
“You know what’s a real sin, Steve?” you said, making him stare at you. “Not having an orgasm ever. That’s a fucking sin.” he felt even the tips of his ears redden.
“I’ve—“
“Man, I know you and your family has always been super religious, but you don’t always have to follow some rules that were written centuries ago. If that makes you happy then that’s okay, but aren’t there a lot of things you’ve wanted to do that you couldn’t do due to that goddamn bible?” Eddie inquired, to what Steve nodded.
“I mean ye—“
“Then fuck it!” Robin said, snuggling closer her drunk girlfriend, who nodded in agreement. “Do whatever you want, dude.” Nancy nodded in agreement.
“I can’t…”
“Oh yes you can, and you are gonna do it.” you smiled. “You can always ask for forgiveness, you know? Cry up a little bit at church tomorrow afternoon and say that some evil spirit got a hold on you or some shit like that. You wouldn’t be the first miscarried little sheep around here.” he stiffened when your hand fell on his knee, thumbs rubbing imaginary circles on his skin. He gulped, eyes on your pretty hand before you would lean in and grab his attention once again. “So…, what is it that you wanna do, pretty boy?” he was wicked. Under the spell of your gorgeous smile, reddened eyes and haunting face.
Your smile only grew more when his eyes fell to your red lips…
“Eyes up here, Stevie.” you muttered, pointing to your eyes and making the rest of the group chuckle. Eddie sighed, knowing it was probably too late for Steve. You had that power of making people lose themselves into you. And Steve was absolutely lost.
“I— I don’t know…”
“Okay…” you hummed. “Why don’t we start off with something soft, hm?” you offered, and the blonde was the first to catch on, offering you a bottle of vodka that stood on the tea table along with a shot glass.
You poured just the perfect amount into it, grabbing another one for yourself along with limes and salt before leaving the bottle where it belonged.
“Okay. This is a shot of vodka. Of course, you could just give it a go dry, but I like to make it more interesting with this.” You pointed at the lime. He was the one who seemed interested now. “I’ll show you how to have one, then it’s your turn alright?” he nodded and you smiled as you poured a pinch of salt on the back of your palm. That twisting feeling in his stomach returned when your tongue slid through your palm and to in the salt, all while keeping your eyes on his own. After that, the alcohol went down your throat as you bent your head slightly backwards, pouring after that the lime as your teeth sank in it. Your face scrunched up due to the sourness of it all, but still the people around you cheered for you as you slammed the shot glass on the coffee table in front of you, smiling. “Did you get it?” you inquired the brunette, whose eyes seemed eager on you, probably due to the rush of adrenaline that went through his veins at the thought of trying something new and exciting. “Then go ahead pretty boy.” you poured salt once again on the back of your palm, handing it to him with a smirk. His cheeks grew red at your actions, but despite that, he took a deep breath and dove in. All of you seemed surprised by his decisiveness. Your breath hitched when you felt his warm tongue on your skin, licking it clean of the salt before pulling away, and without giving it much thought —since he knew that if he did he’d repent— poured the liquor in his mouth, almost gagging as the vodka hit his tongue, what made his nose scrunch. The turn on his stomach and the burning of his throat was a new feeling, maybe not the best, but it was something new. And that excited him. He knew that drinking was not something forbidden, he had just been too scared of his parents disappointment if he ever tried it, so he never did. “So?” everyone stared at him, expecting to know his thought about his first time dealing with alcohol.
Steve coughed, squinting a little bit as his hoarse voice broke the silence. “It burns.”
All of you burst out in laughter, he could have said anything, and yet he went with the understatement of the century.
“Yeah, it usually does.” Eddie sighed, shaking his head. “That’s the fun of it. Trying to see how much of it you can handle before passing out.” Steve seemed confused as he frowned.
“That doesn’t sound very amusing.”
“Oh, that’s because you aren’t mixing it with anything else...” you smiled. “Actually, you could use a little bit of weed.” Eddie was quick to pull a little bag from his vest pockets with a bright smile. Once on your fingers and opened, you groaned at the strong and sour smell. “Fuck man, I’d suck you off right now if there weren’t so many people here.” the metal head chuckled at your words, and Steve only blushed, taken back by your language. There was a burn in his stomach that pleaded him to make you let out more of those little sounds out of your mouth.
“I don’t think that…” he started, but you only looked at him and he was a goner, the words dying in his throat. His best friend seemed pretty entertained by the situation. Steve the saint Harrington was finally giving in to having some fun, and it was all because of you. He didn’t know if he should be happy about it or be absolutely jealous.
On the other hand, Steve was absolutely haunted, haunted by your fingers dealing with the drug, rolling up the blunt and your tongue sneaking in between your lips to lick it seal. He felt that sting tugging from his cock, although he tried to soothe it off by going over the Genesis.
“Done.“ you smiled, and Robin handed you her lighter so you could light the blunt up.
Steve looked closely as your lips wrapped around the joint and how your cheeks hollowed as you took a hit. You let out a pleased sigh when the smoke filled your lungs. “Fuck.” you loved it. The high, the dizziness, the numbing of your limbs. “Munson, let me marry you. I’ll make a good wife, I promise.” he let out a laughter as he reached out for the blunt, which you obviously handed him.
“Sorry sweetheart, you know I love you, but you’d be too much for me to handle.” you fakely pouted when the blunt was back on your hands.
“Well, it wouldn’t have worked anyways.” you shrugged, taking another hit with a playful smile. “You are not my type...” Steve’s breath hitched when your eyes found his. “What do you say pretty boy? Are you in?” you offered him the blunt, and after a little hesitation, his fingers stole it from yours. You noticed that he had beautiful hands, soft, with large and thick fingers that would surely look better pushing inside your…
“How should I…?” he seemed scared of it, holding it away from him as if it were a deadly weapon. And maybe it was.
“Right. A saint. Probably haven’t even smoked a cigarette.” you said, scooting closed to him ‘till your thigh was flushed against his, fingers around his wrists to guide the joint to his lips. He felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes fell to your chest, which stood dangerously close to his own. “Okay. So you put it on your lips and then you suck, but don’t just leave the smoke in your mouth, it has to fill your lungs, so as you suck you need to inhale as deep as you can. If your throat burns, then that means you are doing it okay.” he was following your words and doing as you told him. “But don’t do it too hard or you’ll…” but maybe he was going too fast, since he started to choke on the smoke. “Choke.” you were quick to give him back pats.
“Are you okay?” Nancy inquired him, handing him a cup of alcohol. Maybe it wasn’t the best option to go for, since alcohol and weed actually were a strong combination for a beginner, but it was the only thing around.
“Aw he’s fine…” Robin laughed. “You aren’t a beginner if you don’t choke on your first hit.”
“On god.” Eddie teasingly said, sending a kiss to the sky.
He shivered when your fingers dug in his hair, comforting him as his coughing ceased. “Are you okay?” he nodded, too lost on the feeling of your touch. “Wanna try again?” he looked at you as if you were crazy, what made you let out a laughter. “Don’t look at me like that, here, let me help you.” you urged him, taking the blunt from his hand and raising it to your lips to take a deep hit. His breath hitched when the hand that stood in his hair pushed him near your face. His eyes widened and his pulse spiked up when your breath hit his own, the weed and alcohol on it making him feel dizzy. Or maybe the fact that your lips were mere inches away from him was. He really couldn’t know.
Neither of you noticed the way your friends were staring at the two of you.
The hand that held the joint went to his cheek, thumb pressing against his bottom lip as you pulled from it. “Open.” he was quick to do what you’ve asked him to. “Now breathe in for me, will you?” he nodded, and as you blew the smoke on his lips, he took it in. The burning was still there, in the back of his throat, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been the first time. You pulled away with a satisfied smile on your lips, seeing him hold his breath as much as he could —like he had seen you do—. “Good boy.” he almost whined at you words, not understanding why they had had such a great impact on him. There was something in the way you’ve said it that made him shake in your hands. “Now, that wasn’t that bad, was it?” he shook his head, fighting the urge to lean on your touch, on the fingers that now massaged his scalp after a third hit from your lips.
“Woah, are we… Interrupting something here?” Robin was the first to break the silence, making Nancy and Eddie laugh.
“The room suddenly feels too hot…” the metal head said, fanning his face and making your eyes practically send him daggers. “Just saying…” he rose his hands in surrender.
Steve was feeling his limbs tingle as the clock ticked, eyelids heavy and and mind fuzzy. You seemed to notice. “You okay, pretty boy?” he looked at you through half-lidded eyes, a smile tugging on his lips.
“Feels amazing.” he muttered, and all of you laughed at his reaction.
“Eddie, I think we’ve just created a monster.” you mocked him, but he just seemed happy to see his best friend so relaxed, and having fun.
He was about to answer you, but suddenly the girls that had asked him about having some crystal before peeked through the closed door. He understood what they had come looking for just by taking a look at them. He tapped the arms of the sofa before standing up, grabbing the attention of the group.
“Ladies, I need to go and make some business.” he announced with a smirk. “Do you mind if I leave Stevie with you for a little bit?”
You opened your mouth to answer but before you could Nancy and Robin were standing up.
“Yeah, we’re gonna— Nancy needs to— Bathroom.” she simply said before she could grab the curly haired’s hand, her lips on her neck as they left the room, Eddie right behind.
It was then when you realized that only you and Steve were left behind. Alone. He seemed to realize too, since his body seemed to stiffen up
“Well, I guess we’re alone now, pretty boy.” you said, taking another hit of the blunt. You were probably overdoing it already, but you knew you could handle it. He nodded, trying not to show the ways his hands were shaking. It was a really strange combination of feelings really: He was high. He was exited about his first party. He was nervous about being near someone as pretty as you… “What are you thinking about, hm? What’s going on inside that little head of yours?” Oh, and he was completely caught up in the way that your fingers kept brushing though his hair, in the way your eyes never left him.
“Nothing.” he sputtered out, what made you smile. You scooted a little bit closer, getting on your side so you could face him.
“Tell me, Steve…” you started. “What other things are there that you would like to do?” you bit your bottom lip, the fingers on his hair sliding down to his neck, where you connected the moles on his skin. His eyes were on your red lips, on your chest, on your thighs… God, he felt impure.
“I… Uhm…” you decided to give him a little extra push, your chest almost brushing against his as you leaned in, blowing the smoke on his face. He was taken aback, feeling the heat of your body against him making his cock strain on his pants. He looked away from you, cheeks red and mind fuzzy, although his eyes found their way back to you when your palm pressed against his cheek, leading him back to you.
“Where are you looking at, hm? Eyes on me, Steve…” you muttered, your breath colliding with his own as you leaned in. “How pretty…” you muttered, thumb brushing against his bottom lip, pulling, getting a shaky breath as an answer. “Such a pretty face and yet no girl has ever kissed you before? What a waste…” You weren’t stupid, you had noticed the way the brunette stared at you, expecting doe eyes, lingering brown shining above the red… “Such a pretty pretty boy.” he whined as your lips brushed against his, teasing him, pulling him in to the sin he had learned to avoid. The sin he had made himself avoid.
“y/n…” he let out a short breath, hoarse voice only a whisper as he leaned in ever further, trying to pursue the plump of your lips and the electrifying feeling that shook his body anytime you were near.
“What is it, hm?” you smirked, and he whined when you pulled from his hair to keep him from getting any closer. “Want me to kiss you Stevie?” you inquired. You liked the boy, you wanted the boy, and you were selfish about what you wanted, but you were no monster.
He nodded, tongue sneaking in between his lips to dampen them before they’d fall apart in a plead. “Please…”
You clicked your tongue, shaking your head and making him cry out. “Nuh-uh… You can do better than that, baby. Use your words. Let me hear you ask for it.” he whimpered, eyes on your red lips as his own cheeks flushed, probably due to embarrassment, or the alcohol that travelled through his veins, or the fact that he wanted it, you, so bad he felt like dying…
“Please y/n, kiss me…” he whispered, almost inaudible under the music playing from the party. “Please…” and when his eyes met yours, when you saw that linger in the brown of them, the need… You were quick to pull him in, leaving the blunt aside as your lips met his. God, you’d been wanting to do that since he had stepped in the room. Your core ached when he moaned in your mouth, his hands shaking at his sides as his eyes squeezed shut, what made you laugh as you pulled away, shaking your head. You quickly threw one of your legs over his lap, straddling his lap and making his eyes widen, muscles incredible stiff below you. “Come on, Stevie, why don’t you relax on me a little?” you left a couple of wet kisses on his neck, making him sigh under your touch and letting your hands guide his to your ass. “You can touch me, I don’t bite.” you amusedly said, teasing him before you would lean in once again to meet his lips, nor before a “Unless you want me to…” He was shaking when you kissed him again, breath hitching and a moan leaving his lips when you started to rock your hips against him. He was already hard. So hard… “Why don’t you open your mouth for me, hm?” you muttered against his mouth, your thumb pulling on his bottom lip. He did as you said, what made you smile. “Yeah, just like that, good boy…” he moaned when your tongue slid right inside his mouth, swirling around his. His fingers dug on your ass, making you hum into the kiss as you pulled on his hair. His jaw fell slack as you ground a little bit harder against the crotch of his pants and against his aching cock, which twitched against his thigh.
When you pulled away, his glasses had fogged up due to your wet kisses.
“y/n…” he whimpered as your lips trailed down his throat, harshly sucking hickeys on his skin and hands bucking you against him. He felt dizzy, high in a drug under your name, delirious even. This felt so good, you in top of him, dry humping him, kissing him… He never wanted it to stop.
“Shit… That’s it.” you said, getting off his lap —hearing a whine fall from his lips— and pulling from his hand so he could get up. “Let’s go.” you were fast to leave the stoner room and start to drag him upstairs, getting him in in the first empty room you could find and locking the door behind your back before you’d kiss him again. Seeing your lipstick all smeared on his lips made you want to devour him.
He opened his mouth for you, just like you had taught him, stumbling backwards in between groans as you led him towards the bed. He let out a surprised gasp when you pushed him on the chest, making him sit down. “What… What are you doing?” he inquired you as you kneeled in front of him, breathing strained and lips swollen. His hair was all messed up, as well as his clothes, and his dick hurt so much under his pants he couldn’t help but wish you were back kissing him, rubbing against him and making it better. He was high, and needy, and the sight of you down on your knees with your hands brushing his thighs was absolutely not making the pain go away any time soon.
“Praying.” you smiled at him as you unbuckled his jeans and pushed it down his thighs along with his underwear, your bottom lip in between your teeth.
“W-Wait!” he tried to stop you, overwhelmed by being so exposed in front of you, but all that embarrassment left his mind when you left a little peck on the tip of his dick. It was pretty, and big. The kind of big that would get a few minutes to get used to, to the stretch, and leave you limping the day after. There was this cute little vein on its side, that you made sure to outline with your tongue, tracing the under part of the head afterwards, which made him squirm under your touch. You smiled when he let out a load moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your pussy was drenched, throbbing at his moans and whines.
“Such a pretty boy with a pretty cock...” he whimpered when you licked clean the precum off his slit. “Does that feel good, hm? Like my tongue?” he nodded, eyes squeezed shut when you gave it a long stripe from the base to the tip before pushing it inside your mouth. You moaned around him, ‘cause he tasted so good… And you wanted to fuck your throat on his dick so bad that it had you thrusting your hips down on your heels to look for some relief.
“Oh, God… Ohgodohgodohgod…” you chuckled as you let him go with a pop, spitting on your hand before your fingers would lace around his dick, giving it a big and low stroke that made his thighs clench and a moan leave his lips.
“No God here, baby, ‘s just me.” he whimpered when your mouth went back to him, taking him in your throat as fat as it would go. His fingers unconsciously laced on your hair, making you hum around his cock and him moan. He felt like chocking with his spit. He has never felt something like this. How could this feel so good? This was supposed to be a sin. He was supposed to be taken away by Satan to hell and burn for the eternity. And yet there he was, feeling like stepping in Heaven.
He seemed extremely sensitive on the underside of his tip, where you teased him with your tongue, making him moan and whimper as you sucked him off. There was this pressure, this heat building up in his lower stomach that made his head feel all fuzzy and his limbs weak.
“y/n…” he whined, his dick twitching in your mouth and fully leaking. You could feel he was about to cum, and its speed and poor stamina only made him cuter.
“Poor baby… Is it too much? Is my mouth too much for you, hm? Want me to stop?” you inquired him, entertained by his slack jaw and glossed over eyes. He was gone. Completely dumbified. You’d love to see how he’d react once he was deep inside you, fucking into you, cumming in you… You were dripping down your thighs at the thought of it.
He shook his head, the hand on your hair only tightening. “No! Please, don’t stop, please? Pleasepleaseplease…” he begged, moaning loudly when you went back to fucking him in your fist. “Feels so good, so good, please…” he was a babbling mess, unable to think, desperate to reach something that he was stumbling towards, something new, something unknown…
You bit down on your bottom lip. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my mouth? Gonna give me your first orgasm, hm?” his eyes rolled to the back of his head when he saw you stuck your tongue out, drool falling onto his cock and connecting it to your mouth through a string of spit. He was sure that you were a succubus, a devil in disguise that had come to haunt him and led him away from God. And honestly? He’d let you do it. ‘Cause just how beautiful you looked with his dick on your mouth, the sight of your glossed and red eyes staring up at him as you took him down on his throat with all your red lipstick smeared around his cock… Fuck. Simply… Fuck. He was so close to reaching that feverish feeling that had him shaking on his spot that he started to moan and whimper more loudly, dick twitching down you throat.
“Please, please, please…” he didn’t even know what he was begging for, his strained pleading making you start to bob your head faster, taking him deeper and sucking him harder. “Oh god, something’s gonna… I’m gonna…” he was a whimpering mess, eyes watering to the overwhelming sensation of his first orgasm, which was about to crumble him to pieces.
“Come on pretty boy, let go for me. Let me have it, hm? Let me taste you.” you said before kitten licking his tip, fucking him with your hand and taking him deep down your throat, gagging around his cock. That’s all it took for him to fill your throat up, the sound and sight of your gagging, the feeling of your throat clenching around him… His orgasm hit him like a wave. So hard he was gasping for air, as if he were drowning under water. His sight went completely white, mins blank and ears ringing as his body relaxed under your touch. When he came back from it, you were cleaning him up with your tongue, swallowing his warm load and caressing his thighs in comfort. You hummed at the taste. You weren’t a big fan of giving head, but you could always made an exception. And Steve could be that exception, as always as he sounded and looked so pretty while you sucked him off. “You okay, baby?” you inquired him as his eyes fluttered open, glossy and teary, pupils fully blown. He shivered when your lips latched to the skin of his hip bone, sucking hardly enough to leave a bruise, making his fingers lace harder in your hair.
“y/n…” he whimpered, feeling how your lips slowly trailed up his lower stomach, your hands getting rid of the buttons of his shirt as you sat back down on his lap. You were starting to believe it to be your favorite seat ever.
“Did that felt good baby?” you smirked, loving the fucked out look on his face and his dizzy nodding.“Look at you, so fucked out you can’t even speak. You liked cumming in my mouth, huh?” you teased him, making him moan as your hands sneaked up his unbuttoned shirt. “Want a taste?” you whispered on his ear, nibbling on his jaw and making him gasp, his dick was already hardening and twitching against your thigh. So eager… “Open up for me.” you whispered against his lips when he nodded. And he did. In a heartbeat.
Your tongue was quick to push inside his mouth, both of your moaning in the kiss as your hips rocked harder against his own. He was shaking when you pushed his hands from your waist to your breasts, he groaned when you squeezed his to make a domino effect and urge him to touch you just how he wanted. “Tell me Stevie, what is it that you want?” you inquired him as your breaths mixed, sucking on his bottom lip. His eyes squeezed shut when you went back to sucking on his neck. “What do you want to do now?”
“I want… I want to make you feel good.” he breathed out, glossy brown eyes full of lust when staring into your own. He wanted to make you feel the way you had made him feel, better, if that could be possible…
You smiled at his words. “Oh yeah?” you bit your bottom lip brushing his messy hair backwards and playfully tugging on it, making him take a shaky breath as he nodded. “You wanna make feel good, Stevie?” he always had hated that nickname with which Eddie always made fun of him, but he didn’t find it annoying if it were your lips from where it fell. His skin grew on goosebumps when you guided on of his hands down your body, ‘till his fingertips got lost underneath your dress and in between your legs. You moaned when his palm cupped your clothed cunt. He felt his heart skip a beat when you started to rock your hips against it. “Gonna let me teach you?” he nodded once again as you pushed your dress over your head, tongue coming out to lick his lips, eager to pull out of you more of those beautiful sounds. “Good boy…” you couldn’t know if he had moaned due to the amount of beautiful and flushed skin on display just for him or for your praise, but, at the moment, it truly didn’t matter, not when he stared at you like that.
He felt like fainting when he felt you, underneath the lace of your panties, his fingertips against your soaked cunt, so soaked you dripped on his fingers. “There.” you whined when you pushed his hand upwards, ‘till his fingertips bumped against that little bundle of nerves that could make you cum over and over again with just a little bit of stimulation. “Fuck, move your fingers around it, baby.” you instructed, moaning when he did, what only made him crave you more. “Yeah just like that.” you rocked your hips against his touch, pressing open mouthed kisses on his chest. “Now use your fingers. Inside.” you muttered on his neck when you pushed his hand down towards your hole. “Inside, please.”
Steve was lost. Lost in the new experience, in the new knowledge, but most of all, lost in the way your eyebrows knitted together when he first touched you under your underwear, or the way your mouth was falling open now that one of his fingers was fully inside of you, up to the knuckle. And Steve knew he was a goner when he found himself swearing. And he didn’t fucking swore. “Fuck.”
You were clamping around his finger when you pulled him in for a hungry kiss, teeth clashing and tongues swirling around each other as he started to pump in and out of you, making you moan and push on his touch. “Another one. Put in another one, please Steve.” you gasped out, and he followed, willing to do anything for you, anything as well as you kept moaning, and kissing him, and begging him for more, and… “Fuck, just like that…” you cried out.
His dick was twitching like crazy, leaking on his thigh as he took in just how… Heavenly you looked. On your black lace underwear, smeared red lipstick, messy hair, glossy eyes… You looked like an angel, no, like a god.
A god he would die to worship.
And he surely felt like cumming when his fingers slightly curved and hit that spot inside you that pulled out a whimper from your mouth. He wanted more. More of you falling apart. So he curved them once again, and again, and… But before he could know it, he found himself being pushed and laying on his back. “Wh—What?” he tried and ask. Had he done something wrong? If he had… But his voice died out when you were taking off your bra, and he felt like choking. They were perfect — it’s not like he had ever seen tits before, but if he had he would have thought the same—. They looked so soft… And your nipples, erect from lust… He just wanted to suck and bite on them.
He moaned when you rocked against his hips, the lace of your panties rubbing against his cock. “y/n… Shit.” he could feel the dampness on the cloth, the heartbeat of your pussy against him.
“Too much, pretty boy?” you smirked, grabbing his wrists to lead his hands towards your breasts. His big hands made you sigh when his fingers felt the plump of them, thumbs rolling your nipples…
“y/n…” he breathed out when you leaned in to kiss his neck and chest, marking him all up as he whimpered below you, loosing himself on the way your hips thrusted against his, your lips on his skin, your warm own in between his fingers… On the way your bare cunt felt against cock once you’ve gotten rid of your panties, slick coating his length as you slid against him. The two of you moaned before you could find yourself to hum in answer, eyes meeting his glossy and dazed ones. “More…” he whimpered, needing more, more of you. He noticed the hesitation in your eyes before his lips parted once again, “Please…” his hips thrusting upwards against your core, making you groan.
“So pretty begging…” you muttered before kissing him so deep and wet that he was left shivering.“You want to fuck me, hm? Want to fuck me, Stevie?” you teased, pressing down against him and making him moan as he nodded. “Want to fuck me raw? Want to cum inside?” he was whimpering when your hand took his cock, sliding it in between your lips, lubing him up.
“Yes, yes, yes… Pleasepleaseplease… Can I fuck you? Please, y/n, oh please. Let me fuck you, please…” tears swelled his eyes at the feeling of you lining him against you, pressing down, teasing him with every false thrust of your hips. He needed to be inside you, needed to make you cum, needed to cum inside, needed you…
“How can I say no if you ask so nicely, hm?” you whispered against his lips before you’d start to sink down on his cock, moaning at the burn of the stretch, of him breaking you in half. It felt so painfully good you found yourself sinking your nails on his chest, moaning as he bottomed out. “Shit, so big…”
“Fuck.” he breathed out, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you felt so tight, so warm, so wet… His fingers dug on your hips to keep you still when you were fully seated on his dick. By the way he was twitching inside of you and how his breath sounded strained, you knew he was trying his best to not cum. So you waited it out, both of you did. You were grateful to have time to get used to his size, because he was surely not small, and the position only made him reach deeper inside of you. A moan left his lips when your started to slightly grind on him, you biting down on your lip as he whimpered. “y/n…”
You slowly rose ‘till only the tip stood inside before slamming your hips back down, moaning when he hit your g spot and hearing him groan. “You like that, pretty boy? Your virgin dick seems to, twitching like crazy inside of me.” you teased him, chuckling slightly when he nodded —too pussy drunk already— before starting to fuck yourself on his cock like the two of you needed.
And as your pace quickened, the more moans, pants and whines left both your lips.
“Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgi—“ he was a babbling mess as he watched you jump up and down his dick —incoherent, moaning and whimpering, words becoming lost—, the sound of your juices filling the room along with the slapping of sweaty skin. You chuckled at his messed up appearance and crooked glasses.
“He can’t listen to you now, baby. Your moans suffocate it.” you smirked when he let out a whimper as you fucked him harder, kissing his neck and biting down on the skin. It was all so overwhelming… Your velvet lips leaving red stains all over his body, the prettiest tits bouncing up and down with every jump on his cock, your soft moans and sighs of pleasure against his ear, the way you ground your puffy clit on his happy — and now soaked— trail, the way your warm and soaked pussy sucked him in every time his dick will pull out… It was too much, too much that the brunette could feel tears stinging his eyes, threatening to spill over his flushed cheeks.
It surely was too much, but at the same time not enough.
He whined when you pushed yourself up and away, flopping on your shoulders in front of him under his confused gaze. You gave him a playful smile before parting your legs, letting your pulsing, stretched wet hole show only for him. His dilated pupils latched to it, not letting go as one of your hands came to it to spread your sticky lips. He felt his mouth water, gulping loudly. “Why don’t you come fuck me like you’ve been wanting since this afternoon, hm? Don’t need to be a good boy with me, Stevie.” he was quick to sit up and crawl his way over to you, enchanted by your sweet voice as if some enchantment had fogged his mind. He was even quicker to discard his glasses aside, unable to see no longer through the glass.
You gasped for air when he pushed in between your legs, and before you knew it, he was pushing his hard and big fat cock back inside of you in a quick and harsh thrust, making you grip and sink your nails on his shoulder blades as he started to relentlessly fuck you.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you moaned on his ear, legs crossing over his hips and ass and heels digging on it to press him closer and deeper inside of you. “That’s it, shit.” you cursed in between heavy breaths, hearing him grunt.
He was hard, fast and needy, now being you the mumbling mess as you tugged on his hair and his lips sucked on your tits, biting your nipples and bruising the skin of your neck and chest, hands grabbing anywhere and everywhere, kneading your soft skin as he moaned against it. “Fuck Steve, that’s it, baby…” your body was buried and shook on the sheets with every new thrust, sliding up and down the duvet. He was fucking the brains out of you.
You gasped for air when one of his hands gripped your neck, pinning you to the bed as his hips harshly clashed against yours. You smirked when he groaned at your tight and pulsing walls. “I knew you had it in you. Not that of a good boy anymore, huh?” He whined when your fingers tugged harder on his hair, hips staggering at the pleasure as his eyes squeezed shut. He was in a daze. “You like that pretty boy?” you teased, moaning when his grip around your neck tightened and he gave you a extremely harsh thrust that pressed just on the right spot, making your thighs shake and a needy and loud moan leave your lips, crying out for him to fuck you harder, to fuck you just like that.
You could feel the coil on your lower stomach, every new hit on your g spot making you get closer and closer to that high and making your walls milk his twitching cock. “Shit, y/n…” his lips parted in a whimper, his hand leaving your neck to take a hold on your hips and seek more of that tight grip, of those pretty moans of yours… He dragged you down on cock with every push of his hips, pulling from you to reach deeper inside. You could feel his tip brushing your cervix.
“Steve i’m close, fuck, i’m so close baby, gonna cum all over your dick, shit.” you were choking on your words, even more when one of his hands sneaked down your stomach in between the two of you so his fingertips would press against your clit, making you scream.
Your moans got muffled when he kissed you, his tongue pushing inside your mouth as his thrusts lost their rhythm, too close to cumming inside your sopping cunt. “y/n, y/n, y/n…” he could feel yourself clenching around him, your orgasm approaching right beside his. He wouldn’t last, you knew that. “fuck, ah, y/n I’m gonna…, I’m—“
One of your hands came up to his face, your thumb pressing against his bottom lip as he rested his forehead against yours, his breath fanning over your face. “Cum inside. Inside, please Steve, please…” you breathed out, eager, begging, gone. His eyebrows knitted together as his lips fell on a moan, dick twitching as he pumped inside of you one, two, three more times before painting your insides in white, making you moan at the fullness. He was spilling out with every new thrust, whimpering due to the stimulation but still eager to make you come, to make you feel good.
“Oh shitshitshitshit…” you muttered, your hips following his as you felt yourself seconds away from your own release.
“Cum for me, y/n, please? Please, y/n, please…” he begged, driving you over the edge and making you cum so hard you saw stars behind your closed eyes, his fingertips rubbing your clit to extend your orgasm.
He groaned when your walls squeezed him so hard he felt like he could cum once again.
The two of you stayed still as you came down from your highs. You were sticky with cum and sweat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away, and he didn’t seem to despise the idea of holding you for a little longer.
Now Steve understood. He finally understood how even a creature as perfect as Lucifer couldn’t had helped falling to the deep depths of hell. All it took was the perfect sin, the perfect poison.
And Steve was sure to had found his in you.
a/n;
sub inexperienced steve has me kicking my feet and shit, WEEPING. but anyways… i hoped y’all liked this stevie as much as i did! love you all!
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Hey Anons sending me SPECULATION about who Sam is with in the Canary Islands---
remember I said I would only post if you gave me either pics, some kind of concrete proof, or an eyewitness account from a source I could verify as legit...dropping a random name with NONE of the above is NOT IT.
So, please come back with something CONCRETE or stay out of my Inbox. Thanks.
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modern steddie au in which eddie puts on a spotify playlist of metal ABBA covers. it takes steve a couple of seconds to realize what's going on. he can't help but admit that all some of the songs sound great like that tho
(i still believe that steve listens to stadium rock (+ indie rock in modern aus), but hey who doesn't love ABBA)
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hey bestie hope you are doing ok and hope we get some update on bouman and steve soon?? (if i didn't spell it right sorry lol)
BESTIE HI ILY 🫶🏼 been so buried in work so this message really was the best first thing to open up when finally logging back onto my favorite virtual universe.
YES next part is underway :)) Bauman and Steve are truly in the thick of it now so this one’s been a beast to navigate but like in the most fun ways. Can’t wait to share, I’ll post a snippet this week before dropping the full thing so that we’ve got a cutie teaser.
You are the best. Muah.
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happy 29th birthday s.h 🥲❤️ to say i wish you could be here to experience your final year of your twenties is an understatement. you probably had no idea that i, of all people, would miss you as much as i do. i can’t imagine how your twin is doing right now. i know you were an atheist and i don’t intend on ever disrespecting your beliefs even postmortem, but wherever you are, wherever the cells that made up your body have gone, wherever the electrical currents that made up your brain and mind are doing now, i hope they are at peace. i hope you are at peace.
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Coming out of retirement for my love Eddie Munson so I wanna do some blurbs to get the juices flowing again!! Send em in!
#eddie munson#steve harrington#Billy Hargrove#billy hargrove x reader#b.h.#stranger things#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#e.m.#s.h.
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Kejaksaan Agung periksa 2 Saksi Terkait Perkara Komoditi Emas
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this is supposed to be eddie and steve but this picrew doesn't have that many options so they were kinda hard to make but i think they're cute anyway
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i. need. more. bestfriendbrother!steve.
oh. my. fucking. god ! this was so GOOD.
bestfriend’s brother!steve is my kryptonite i swear !! i’m not sure yet if i’m gna do a part two to that particular piece but here’s a lil thing!!
it’s been a few weeks since you and steve began this… entanglement.
it was almost as if steve couldn’t stay away from you now that he had a taste of you. he did a fairly good job at keeping up his poker face when his sister was around. lucky for him, she was far too wrapped up in her own little world to notice how much he’d been hanging around lately.
however she did pick up on the fact that you changed your wardrobe a bit. your skirts had gotten shorter, tops tighter, you even rolled into first period with a poorly covered hickey on your neck this week. she was convinced you’d taken her advice about jason carver, and to keep her off your trails you didn’t deny it. you’d mastered the art of answering her vaguely enough to where she’d leave it be.
today was no different from the last few, steve had started taking his lunch break at work around the same time you had free period. lucky for the both of you, there was only a small patch of woods that separated the school from the family video parking lot.
there was a giant oak tree in the middle of the wooded area, that being the place steve designated as yours. eventually, he planned to bring a knife out to carve your initials into it but he didn’t wanna seem too gung ho about this whole arrangement you had going on. even though, his excitement showed when you rolled up to the tree every single day. he was always five minutes early, leaned up against the bark with that annoyingly charming lopsided grin on his face.
“there she is.” he sighed, opening his arms up for you to walk right into them.
you practically crashed into him, unable to contain your giddiness. he had only just gotten his arms around you and you could feel yourself weaken. heat washing over your entire body.
“missed you.” you muttered into the red fabric covering his chest.
you wanted to stay like this forever, but you two didn’t have that long.
when you calculate how long it takes to walk there and back you have exactly thirty minutes to spend with him each day. it wasn’t a lot, in fact it was not nearly enough but you two made it work.
“i’m here now, pretty girl.” he assured, leaning back to look at your face, examining it like anything would’ve changed since yesterday.
the way his eyes scanned over you made you want to slink away, but the grip he had on your waist made that impossible.
steve hated the fact that he never got to take his time with you, though you never seemed to mind. in fact, most of the time you showed up already soaking wet just from thinking about him. he thought it was precious the way you were so eager, so willing to share this dirty secret with him. though, he had no idea what he was gonna do with you when it finally came to thinking you were ready to be fucked. he wanted to give you move than just a cold pile of leaves in the woods or the backseat of his car, however; he didn’t know how that was going to work.
he did his best not to dwell on those things, as did you. instead he focused on what he could have with you. he’d grown very fond of your hands and your mouth, you were always so pretty when he stuffed his cock down your throat. he made sure you knew it too.
today, he wanted to make it about you though. he began by planting a line of wet kisses down your neck, licking over the faded purple marks he left on your skin from prior meet ups. he contemplated making more but remembered how much his sister went on and on about you and jason carver’s supposed relationship. steve felt ridiculous for being upset with that, he knew they came from him, but for some reason he hated seeing someone else get the credit for it.
he settled for kissing you sweetly, lips and tongue making their way around your neck before moving up your jaw and eventually finding your mouth. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe, your soft wet lips moved against his like velvet.
“gonna let me make you cum today, sweet thing? you did so good for me yesterday I feel like you deserve little something extra.” he chimed, both hands sliding down your back to grab your ass cheeks, kneading them loosely.
you practically melted against him, nodding weakly at his words.
“ah, we talked about this didn’t we? need you to use your words for me.” steve reminded you, his grip tightening just a bit.
there was something so embarrassing about having to say these things out loud, but steve liked to push it out of you.
“yes, steve.” you mustered the words out.
“yes, what?” he questioned.
“yes.. i want you to fuck me.” you admitted through your bashfulness.
the words you spoke made him groan, he wanted to so bad. he wanted to stretch your perfect little hole open with his cock more than anything but you were still new to this and he was dead set on making it special. his fingers and tongue would do for now.
“well, since you said it so politely..” steve joked, moving you so that it was your back against the trunk of the tree.
he watched over you intently, hands beginning to roam and grope you everywhere. planting one final kiss on your lips before lowering to his knees, the tip of his chin gliding down the front of you. he paused at your stomach, kissing the soft areas before moving down to where he wanted you most.
“you know..” he paused, lifting the perfectly ironed pleats of your skirt up for him to examine you. “i wonder what your friend would think if she knew you’d been wearing panties to match the color of my shirts.”
his words taunted you, the mention of getting caught always made you throb a little extra. you pushed your hips forward, whining in response.
it was a cute way of showing you off, secretive enough that no one would know besides the two of you. when he proposed the idea you couldn't help but get butterflies. he wanted to lay claim on you, in as many ways as possible without getting caught.
"stevie" you huff, hands finding his hair combing through the brown locks.
"don't have time, just, please. " you were a bit more desperate than normal.
your reminder that you were operating on borrowed time made him wince a bit but he shook it off. he leant forward to nuzzle his face in against your covered cunt, licking a few stripes over the red lace.
just a few licks over the cloth and he could already taste you, god— he loved the taste so much.
big warm hands grabbed at your thighs, bringing one of your legs up to hang over his shoulder.
once he finally pushed the panties aside he took a second to look over you, eyes landing on your already engorged clit. it was beautiful to him, swollen enough to poke out past the hood that held it.
"you've no idea how much I love this pussy of yours." he exhaled, fingers spreading you apart to watch your slippery folds come apart.
you were practically dripping already, needy hole desperate for more than just his tongue this time. he knew you were getting use to feeling him, so you were not granted as much warmup. Steve dove directly in, tongue sliding about your folds. making languid movements with his tongue, starting at the opening of your cunt going all the way up to your swollen clit and back down.
steve had the right idea giving you his shoulder to hold yourself up with, the minute his tongue was on you, you were spent. knees becoming wobbly at the feeling of his nose pressing against your swollen button.
you kept a hand in his hair while the other attempted to muffle your cries, though you could hear both the sickly wet slurping coming from Steve as well as the pitiful whimpering that fell from you.
"oh, oh my god- steve!" your words coming out muffled against the fabric of your sleeve.
he spent some time on your clit before moving down to your leaky hole, shoving his tongue inside. when it slid in with ease, he decided you might be ready for something bigger. warning up the opening a bit before bringing his index and middle finger up to the hole.
he spread some of your arousal around the tips of his fingers to help them in with ease. detaching his mouth from you so that he could watch and let you get use to the new feeling. the stretch of his fingers burned a bit, but the minute he curled them to hit against that sensitive spot you mewled. your hips bucking forward to push them deeper into you, the new found fullness making you quiver.
steve couldn’t help but groan at the way your pussy tightened around his fingers. he couldn’t wait to watch that tiny fuck hole get spread wide open from his cock.
“hey, look at me. how does it feel, hm? my fingers deep in this pretty pussy of yours.” he taunted you between licks, his fingers working mercilessly inside you.
his words coupled with both his mouth and fingers made you see stars. you struggled to keep your eyes open, jaw slack, the most pitiful whines spilling out of you.
your hips rocked forward, body heating up with that familiar burn.
“cumming. steve— i need to.” your words slurred together, an unintelligible sentence coming out of you.
he smiled against you, sucking harshly on your swollen clit.
your legs nearly gave out when orgasm hit. fingers tugging on steve’s hair, hips stuttering in attempt to hump against his face.
“fuck! oh my god- steve. fuck me.” you hiccuped, slippery wet walls clenching repeatedly around steve’s thick fingers.
once he was sure you were finished he pulled them out. the sudden emptiness making you wince. your fucked out hole dripping with your mess.
he stayed on his knees for a minute, looking over the glistening wet swollen mess that was your pussy. giving it a few final licks to clean up the remnants of you.
“ just so fucking pretty. “ he praised, kissing the sensitive bud before placing the thin fabric back over it.
“steve.” you sighed, voice weary.
he only nodded, looking at the watch on his wrist to see how much time you two had left. he did his best to not frown when he saw it was nearing the end. hands coming up to smooth down your outfit again before pulling you into his arms.
“you did good, pretty girl. ‘m proud of you. “ he offered, but you only hummed.
the worst part about these get togethers were the endings. you never wanted to let him go, but you also felt incredibly annoying for being so attached to him despite how fresh this all was to you.
it wasn’t just you who got bummed out by the way these seemed to be going. steve wrapped himself around you, wracking his brain over the guilt he faced for going after the one person his sister begged him not to.
“two minutes.” steve sighed, giving the warning like he always did.
that warning only prompting you to squeeze him tighter, your face nuzzled into the dip in his chest.
no one had ever made you feel like he did. even if all you got from him was messy sex in the woods.
“hey, “ he spoke, leaning back to look at you. “movie night tomorrow , right? i’m bringing home risky business.”
he wiggled his eyebrows at the seemingly fitting title. that goofy grin on his face making you smile half heartedly. you were excited to be at the harrington house again, hopeful that you’d be able to stay up long enough to sneak a few kisses once your friend hit the hay.
“do you think she’ll notice if you sit next to me on the couch? maybe even share a blanket?” you blinked up at him, wondering if he’d be on board.
“i dunno about one blanket but i’ll sit by you. might even hold your hand in the popcorn bowl.” steve winked, you knew he was joking but the idea of having such sweet intimacy with him made your stomach flutter.
those flutters quickly went away when the clock on his wrist began to beep. time was up for now.
he pulled you in for one more hug, leaving a kiss on the top of your forehead.
“i’ll see you tomorrow, kid.”
#casey writes#s.h.#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington smut#best friend’s brother!steve#hvreticz
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03.02.24 - 1:06 pm
love. its such a normal thing but still so fucked up. almost everyone is scared of death… but when it comes to love we give our hearts away so easily. we know we are giving someone the power to literally destroy us. and when the time comes when they break our hearts… the only thing we can do is stand there as we let the power of heartbreak and betrayal slowly kill us. we are scared of weapons. scared of how fast bullets are and how sharp knives are. but to me… love is the fastest and sharpest weapon of them all. love hits you fast and hard… and often times you never see it coming. you give yourself away to the person you become infatuated with… letting yourself slowly bleed out. and when they leave, thats when the sharp pain finally hits… and it leaves you aching for longer than any pain ever could.
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