I just can’t stop thinking about stevie’s huge hands, huge fingers…so fucking HOT
me too bestie…. me too 😳
mdni this entire blog is 18+
Faintly, you wonder how you’re supposed to go any further than this. You want to— god, even just eyeing the obvious strain in his pants which hides his leaking cock from you makes you keen for it.
You’re not ashamed to admit that the thought of Steve Harrington’s cock has been the star of several late-night fantasies. And you’re very close to making those fantasies a reality.
But it’s just, well…
“Fuck, listen to you…” Steve pants in your ear. “All this just from my fingers, baby?”
You whine loudly. Steve’s cocky tone makes a fair point even if he’s saying it just to make you squirm; you can feel the stretch it takes just to take his fingers. His long, slender fingers that rut into you, curling sinfully well. You’re gushing around his digits, your own hands clutching his shoulders as your forehead presses to his collarbone.
“I— ngh- shit, Steve. Fuck, that feels good, your fingers feel so good, so good,” It all feels like it comes pouring out of your mouth without your control, moans wrapped around every word.
“I know, baby,” He coos. His other hand sweeps over the back of your head sweetly, pushing back stray hairs. He nudges you up with his shoulder, hand on the back of your neck, and tries to meet your eye.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
The squelch as his fingers fuck into you, fast and deep, is answer enough— but you open your mouth to answer anyway, knowing he loves your words.
Any semblance of a sentence is swallowed up. Steve’s hand slows for a moment, twisting so he can thumb at your clit before he continues, both motions in tandem. You cry out, eyes screwed closed, hips shoving forward. You want more. You’re not sure you can handle more.
Eyes struggling to stay open, you catch the flash of Steve’s pleased grin— fixed on your lust-filled expression before he focuses back between your thighs.
“Such a pretty pussy,” He murmurs, brushing a quick kiss to your forehead. You whimper, heat drawing up in your tummy. “Why don’t you cum on my fingers, mm?”
You’re panting now, clawing closer as Steve’s name leaves your lips in a string of whines and moans. Steve drinks it all in, his hand deserting the back of your neck to pinch at your nipple.
“C’mon sweetheart,” He says, cockily and sweet all in one. “Cum f’me and the we’ll see how well you take my cock, yeah?”
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