how soon is now? - over the course of eight months, Steve finds himself falling in love (fluff, one-shot)
downtown* - Steve is an oral enthusiast. reader isn’t too sure. until they are (smut, one-shot)
catnap - reader’s cat is the devil. Steve is sure of it. and it’s not because he’s jealous or anything (fluff, one-shot)
saltwater taffy* - Steve and reader go on a lakeside adventure. skinny dipping and manual stimulation ensue. (smut, one-shot)
bite, bruise* - working minimum wage and losing his reputation wasn’t enough. now Steve is stuck with a coworker who hates his guts and he has no idea why. (smut, one-shot)
lovecats - Steve Harrington has hit rock bottom. his girlfriend dumped him, he didn’t get into any universities, and to top it all off, he’s stuck wearing this stupid sailor outfit every day. he just cannot seem to catch a break. cue “meet ugly.” (fluff, slow-burn, multi-part) IN PROGRESS
everything sucks so bad for me rn but at least one of my exes got arrested and took the funniest fucking mugshot ever last week so. maybe its looking up
enough of pedro pascal and ryan reynolds and all those other run-of-the-mill dilfs everyone and their mum are into: reblog and tell me your nichest old man crush
Defamation lawsuits in UK are heavily weighted in *favor* of the plaintiff. You have to have a pretty weak case to lose over there. If there wasn't a rabbid, inescapable social media campaign against Amber Heard, he would have lost in America too.
No offence but I feel like some people got a little too comfortable with telling people to touch grass and swung all the way round to just straight up shaming anyone who might have a less active social life than them to feel better about themselves. “She should be at the club” was a really funny meme until people started acting like fucking middle school bullies towards people who don’t go out with their friends a lot. All those drinking/drugs/sex milestone polls were fun to engage with until it became a wierd circlejerk making fun of people who haven’t done those things before. People on twitter are once again dogpiling someone for wanting queer social spaces that don’t revolve around alcohol or loud music and telling them it’s their own fault for not having friends.
Like I get that nightclubs and sex have strong ties to queer culture and are often the first targets in the hellscape of respectability politics. It’s important we remember our roots and protect these spaces from conservative scrutiny. I mean that. They are important. But just on a surface level it seems like people are starting to see having an inactive social life as some kind of moral failing which…it’s not. I feel like an insane person for feeling like I have to say this on the fucking queer autism website but like. You aren’t inherently a bad person if you don’t have friends. You aren’t “falling behind” if you haven’t had your first kiss in your 20s or never done drugs. The real world isn’t a movie. And if you see someone who doesn’t go out much and instinctually think “wow what a terminally online loser. I bet their social life sucks because they’re a sheltered creep and not because of systemic barriers beyond their control” you need to have a long hard look at why you feel that way.
There are very real barriers that prevent isolated people from finding community and connection. Do you think you’re superior for being able to breach them? Time, money, sobriety, accessibility, none of those factors were a problem for you, so it shouldn’t be for them, right? Right?
super curious today about how people feel toward the names they might have been given. apparently i used to ask my mom about my “boy name” several times a week and get really sad i couldn’t have both my given name and that name. being trans this is hilarious to me now so wondering
do you know what your parents *might* have called you? & how do you feel about it?
i know and i feel indifferent to it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i know and i don’t like it :/
i know and i like it ^_^
i don’t know but i wish i did
don’t know don’t care <3
i don’t know and actually thank fuck for that
my parent(s) never had any alternative name for me uwu
bite me for missing an option
Voting ended onOct 26, 2023
also curious how this intersects with being trans!! i feel like my fixation with it definitely had a lot to do with that, so idk add in tags? if you feel like being trans makes you more/less curious about it
a sub!steve commission i did for @steveshairspray - thank you so for your support!
contains: sub!steve; soft top!reader; rimming + fingering + pegging (steve receiving); surprise breeding kink; slight sub space/steve fucked stupid; lil bit of aftercare
word count: 1.4k
“I’ve got you,” you promise, kissing a stray freckle along Steve’s spine. He rests on his elbows and knees below you on the bed. He’s shaking, just a little, but also laughing at himself.
“I know, I know,” he chuckles. “I’m okay, I promise. Just thinkin’ about how funny this is.”
“What’s funny?”
“Guy like me getting fucked dumb is kinda ironic, no?”
You gently pinch his thigh. “Not ironic. Just hot. You gonna be good for me like I’ll be for you?”
“Of course.”
You kiss his shoulder blades. “Good boy.”
Lips brush against his skin as you slide downwards, letting your soft hands explore Steve’s sides and tummy before you rest behind him. He’s a little paler back here, not exposed to the sun like the rest of his golden body. Your palms rest against his ass, massaging his skin. He giggles again, then quickly follows with a “sorry!”
“You won’t be laughing for long,” you tease, moving your thumbs inwards, spreading him apart. Steve shivers when he feels your breath on him there, such an intimate spot that already has his vision blacking out. “Promise.”
He moans loud and long when your tongue gently licks at his hole. It’s so tight you’re not entirely sure how you’ll spread him open, though using your tongue should certainly work.
“Baby,” he moans, voice wrecked. “Oh, Jesus.”
You giggle now, gathering saliva in your mouth before spitting on his hole. He gasps and slides down, unable to keep himself upright on his elbows. He chokes, then keens when your tongue finally makes real contact with his ass. You lick gently, messily, letting your saliva run down his balls and his cock, which is slowly filling out.
“You like this, Stevie?”
“Mhm.”
You glance upwards to see his face buried in a pillow. You smile and press a tender kiss to his hole before tapering your tongue and fucking it against his rim.
“Ah!”
Despite his squirming, you make no efforts to stop. In fact, you ramp them up, reaching around to take his hardening cock in one hand. Steve wails, fucking his hips forwards into your fist and then back into your mouth. With your free hand, you spank him, smiling when he jumps.
“Stay still, Steve.”
“I’m sorry, I - woah! Feels so - good -“
“Relax,” you coo, rubbing his ass before spanking him again. Your tongue fucks his hole once more, getting messy and wet, spit sliding downwards into your fist. Wet, sloppy noises fill the room, and coupled with Steve’s whines and moans, your cunt starts to drip. You can imagine him in knee high socks next time you have him like this, maybe some mascara and lip gloss. He’d look so pretty all bitched out on your cock. Your thighs squeeze together and you can’t help but to moan as you kiss downwards towards his full balls.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “‘m gonna cum.”
It doesn’t ever take him long. Not at all. Anytime he slides into you his eyes get all unfocused and he can last maybe ten minutes before his cock starts twitching. Now, he’s lasted five. And you aren’t keen on letting him cum just yet. You wait until he’s panting and arching before pulling away from him completely.
Steve groans and slides down onto his tummy, humping his cock against the sheets.
“No,” you warn, smacking his ass a little harder this time and pulling his hips back up. “You cum when I make you, Steve.”
“I need more,” he whines, needy, voice thick and hoarse. If you could see his face you’d see the tears rimming his lashes.
“You’ll get more,” you promise him, letting your thumb rest on his rim. You rub in smooth, slow circles, your previous ministrations easing it inwards. “But if you’re not good for me, I’ll stop. Been thinking of getting you a cock cage, Stevie. Know how fucking insatiable you are. Could keep it locked on you for a few weeks until you’re crying for me to take it off. Y’want that?”
“Yes!”
“That was supposed to be a threat,” you mumble, lips twitching upwards. You reach out to rub his back while you press your thumb into his rim, clit pulsing at the way it sucks your finger in.
Steve says something that doesn’t make any sense, big strong biceps flexing as he grips onto the sheets. You want to see his face. “Flip over.”
He does so, a little slow, already getting to the point that his mind is lost to pleasure. He’s so pretty when his face comes into view, all soft and handsome, coffee colored eyes begging for you to continue. So you do, with no hesitation, sinking your thumb back into his ass as his legs rest on your shoulders. You can see his cock kick from this angle, drooling precum onto his stomach. “Steve,” you breathe. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Th- thanks,” he moans, bottom lip bit firmly between his teeth. His cheeks are rosy, eyes glassy.
It’s nothing compared to when you eventually slide into his ass with your lubed up cock. His eyes truly cross, precious lips parting open. He groans, punched out and pathetic, as you slide halfway in. You give him a moment to take it, a hand resting on his jugular lightly. You pull back nice and slow, watching him exhale. You angle your hips and push forward, trying to find his prostate - which you do, according to Steve’s little scream. He grabs you, just like you grab him, his nails digging into your arms. He can’t speak. He only moans like a desperate whore as you fuck the tip of the dildo against his pleasure spot.
“Yeah, Stevie,” you moan. “Y’look so fuckin’ good when you’re fucked out and desperate, huh? Drooly little baby.”
He doesn’t answer. He can’t.
“You want me to jerk this fat cock off? Or you wanna cum untouched? Bet you could.” Your fingers twist a nipple and he finally reacts, shuddering and moaning.
“Touch me,” he cries. He’s so pretty when the tears spill over his bottom lash line.
He’s writhing and gasping when you start jerking him off, cock so heavy and hot. Precum pools downwards to where you’re fucking him open. He twitches and sputters, says some words that once again make no sense.
“Want me to kiss you?” you smile.
He just nods and angles his head upwards.
You fuck him slow and gentle as you kiss him an equal amount. He’s hardly kissing back, but you know he’s alright when he moans happily and lets go of your arms a little. You’re prideful of the bruises he’ll leave on you. Your tongue tenderly glides over his bottom lip and he opens his mouth so you can lick into it.
“I’m cum,” he moans suddenly, panting again, hairy chest heaving.
“You’re cum?”
“Uh-huh,” he groans, so low it sounds like a growl. “Mhm.”
You squeeze his neck a little. “You want to? Are you fucked out enough?”
He nods. “Mhm.”
And now it’s time to pull out all the stops on him. “You want me to cum, too? Want my dildo to knock you up?”
He gasps, cock jumping in your hand. “Oh god yeah fuck yes please?”
“Want me to fuck my cum into you?”
“Oh!” he gasps again, back arching off the bed. You fold him in half and fuck him a little harder, a little faster. “Please!”
“Cum, honey,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss him again. You feel his cock pulse and twitch and then he’s crying out into your mouth, baring down on your strap, stomach convulsing as he cums all over himself and your fist. A deep groan rumbles his chest as you continue to rub his sensitive cock until he shakes his head.
“There you go,” you praise, kissing his forehead and moving his sweaty hair out of his face. “I’m here, honey. You okay, Steve?”
He can’t speak. He nods, slack jawed and delirious.
“Yeah, honey? Give me a sec, gotta pull out, okay?”
He groans, eyes falling shut as you slowly pull out of him. You rub his chest down to his legs - his body is still stiff from his orgasm.
“So goddamn hot, Steve. You look so pretty when you’re getting fucked, baby. Want me to get you a bath ready? I’ll get in with you.”
“Mhm.” He’s smiling now, dopily, eyes still unfocused but he’s trying to look at you. “Soun’s good.”
You kiss the tip of his perfect little nose. “Okay, sweetheart. Stay right here.”
“I will.” He laughs suddenly and then doesn’t tell you why.
“You’re so hot when you’re fucked stupid,” you tease, sliding off the bed. “Now I get why you do it to me.”
Summary: Steve's absentee parents gift him a camcorder for graduation. What better way to find out how it works than making a sex tape?
Couple: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)
Content Warnings: explicit smut (f!receiving oral, handjob, p in v sex ft. girl on top), sex on camera, filming a sex tape, lovey-dovey adorable dorks in love
Word Count: 3.7k
Your heart soared with pride as Steve walked off the football field towards you, wearing a goofy-looking gown and graduation cap. As soon as he reached you, he lifted you up and gave you a tiny spin, smiling ear to ear.
“You’re looking at a college grad,” he said with a smug smile after he put you down. You beamed at him as he lifted his hand and showed off the shiny gold class ring. “I’m never taking this thing off.”
You grinned, tugging at the graduation gown. “What about this thing? You willing to take this off for me?” You smiled wryly and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
A throat cleared behind you both and you turned, looking at the party and Robin standing with various levels of disgust evident on their faces.
Robin wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Keep it in your pants, please. Or, I guess keep it in your large, nylon zippy robe.” She squeezed between you and kissed Steve on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Steve.”
Dustin stepped forward next and gave Steve a big hug— he’d hit a growth spurt since you last saw him and was nearly as tall as Steve. Lucas, Will, and Mike all offered their congratulations combined with complaints about how boring the ceremony was after they got through the H last names.
Max crossed her arms as El wheeled her over, trying her best to be nonchalant. “I can’t see you, but I know you look dumb in that stupid hat.” Steve gave a fake laugh, took the hat from his head, and placed it on hers. “Ew, it’s all sweaty, you jerk.” She smiled despite herself and held the hat against her chest.
Steve wrinkled his nose in a way that told you he was trying his best not to cry. You knew it meant a lot to him that they’d shown up.
“Why don’t we all go for lunch?” You suggested. “My treat.” Not wanting the reunion to end, and not wanting to turn down a free lunch, everyone piled into their cars and headed to Steve’s favorite place.
When you and Steve got into his car, you were greeted by the shrill sound of his car phone ringing. With a furrowed brow, he reached over and retrieved the bulky device from its bag and answered. Even from across the car, you could hear the tinny noise of his mother speaking on the phone.
“Yeah, the ceremony is over,” he said, jaw ticking. “I sent you both the invitation two months ago.” He looked over with an exasperated look, so you grabbed his hand to give a comforting squeeze. “Well, we’re all going to lunch if you can make it.”
You frowned, but didn’t say anything. Despite their apparent lack of care, you knew that he valued their approval and time.
“Oh. Right, I understand.” He sighed deeply. “Well, I appreciate it. Okay. Okay, bye.”
He hung up and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They, uh, they got double booked. They’re in Buffalo for a conference right now.”
Your gaze softened at the sight of his disappointed expression. “I know they’re proud of you, Steve.” He nodded, but didn’t look entirely convinced. You pulled the hand intertwined with yours up and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles.
————
When you arrived at your shared condo, you were greeted by a gift-wrapped box on the porch. You had to help him carry it in through the door, huffing as you both dropped it onto your coffee table.
Steve shrugged off the graduation gown he was wearing and kneeled to unwrap the present. A large card taped to the top revealed the senders, as if that were in question.
“To our firstborn son— congratulations! Love, Mr and Mrs Harrington.” The emotionless text almost made you grimace. You’d never read something more blatantly written by a personal assistant in your life.
“Jesus,” he muttered as he tore away the wrapping to reveal the gift. “This thing must’ve cost a fortune.” You glanced over as he held up a plastic case and found nothing that might have revealed its contents.
“What is it?” You asked, kneeling down beside him and leaning in close. He popped open the case and held up a hulking piece of machinery.
“It’s a camcorder,” he said with a grin. “It’s the best one on the market.”
You raised your eyebrows and tried not to ask what he even needed one of those for. Video cameras were for new parents and aspiring filmmakers, not college grads.
Your own gift felt tiny in comparison, even though you’d been saving for a few months to afford it. Between rent for you and Steve’s condo, groceries, and gas for your cars, it wasn’t easy to have expendable cash to buy nice gifts with.
You stayed quiet as Steve marveled at the fancy gift, holding it up to his face like he was testing how it looked through the viewfinder.
“Gorgeous,” he said, peeking out at you. “I think I found my muse.” You scoffed and covered the camera with your hand even though it wasn’t charged.
“Plug it in and we’ll see how it works later,” you said. “For now… I have a gift for you.”
He sat up, wearing a grin. “Is it lingerie? Is it dinner at The Olive Garden? Is it a bubble bath?” He leaned in and nipped at your jaw teasingly. “C’mon, tell me—“
You giggled as he pinned you down on the rug, peppering kisses on your cheeks. “Steveeee,” you groaned. He finally stopped, hovering over you. “You’re such a spoiled brat.” That made him grin even more. He pecked your lips chastely, then sat back on his knees.
You scrambled to stand up and grinned. “Stay there, alright?” He nodded and you disappeared into your shared bedroom.
Hidden away in your bedside table was a glass trinket box you’d thrifted a few months ago. It was shaped like a heart, with little gold foil embellishments. You couldn’t leave without it. You knew the real gift was inside, but you still hoped that Steve would like the box.
Steve was fiddling with the camera when you stepped back into the living room, trying his best to plug it in to charge. When he saw you, though, he smiled and sat down on the couch, waiting for you to join him.
“It isn’t much,” you insisted as you handed it over. “I hope you like it though.”
He smiled and nudged your cheek with his nose. “Are you joking? This is adorable. I love it. I’m gonna keep all my important stuff in here.”
You smiled and shook your head. “Babe, open it.” He looked sheepish as he lifted the lid, then his expression softened. You watched with a fluttering in your chest as he lifted the chain from the box.
It took months to save up for real gold, and then for the pendants after. Two initials— his and yours. “If you don’t like it, I can take it back and get something you actually w—“
He cut you off with a quick kiss that made your head spin. “It’s perfect. Best gift I’ve ever gotten, hands down. And one year I got Yankees tickets behind the plate for my birthday.” He was quick to put it on, smiling over at you. “How do I look?”
You pecked his cheek. “A million bucks, babe.” He leaned in and gave you a real kiss— deep and intense. You smiled against his lips and melted into his touch. You’d never loved someone the way you loved him.
“Wanna know what’s crazy?” He said after he pulled away. You nodded and he gestured towards the bedroom. “I bought you something too. Stay here.”
You sat patiently as he got up and hurried into the bedroom. You heard scuffling and the sounds of moving drawers until he returned, holding a wooden box.
“Your gift is inside this, by the way,” he teased as he sat back beside you. You watched him with anticipation until he flipped it open and your heart stopped.
“So, uh, I got you jewelry too,” he said softly, or maybe your ears were just ringing.
Inside the box, nestled in the middle of a tiny silk pillow, was a diamond ring.
Like, a diamond ring. The kind you get married with.
“That’s—“
He nodded. “Yeah, it is,” he said, grinning ear to ear. “Will you marry me?”
In lieu of a verbal response, you put the ring on and kissed him like he was your one and only source of oxygen. It felt like it anyway— that if you parted from him even a little you’d cease to exist.
“Yes?” He asked, smiling nervously. “That’s a yes?”
You kissed him again. “It’s a yes, Steve. I wanna marry you.”
———
Steve forgot about the video camera in the excitement of the engagement. Because he had to call Robin’s hotel and let her know, and then she spilled the news to the party, and suddenly it felt like everyone from Hawkins was in the tiny condo.
After hours and hours of catching up and celebrating the day, you and Steve were left alone in a quiet house.
“So… the future Mrs. Steve Harrington…” you turned and rolled your eyes at the sight of Steve holding the video camera that had been charging all night. “Anything you want to say to the camera on the night of our engagement?”
“How do you know I’m not keeping my last name?” You asked as he got closer, putting the lens right in your face. You giggled and ducked out of the way as the lens came close to knocking against your nose. “You’re such a child.”
He grinned. “Alright, give me something to remember this night by. For posterity, baby.”
You smiled wickedly at him before lifting the hem of your shirt, flashing your tits at him and the camera. By the time you lowered your shirt back down, his mouth was ajar. “We are never showing anyone this video now.”
You grinned. “Nuh-uh, baby, this is all for you.” You raised your brows in a challenge and stepped into the bedroom, leaving him to hurry behind you with the clunky machine.
He stood in the doorway, camera focused on you as you slipped off your blouse and skirt. The whirring of machinery inside the camera indicated he was zooming in on your tits. You stifled a laugh at the noise as he zoomed out again, taking in all of you.
“Strip for me,” he directed behind the camera. You gave a wry grin as your thumbs slipped behind the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs slowly. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. Gonna put on a show for me?”
You settled on the bed on all fours, back arched as you crawled towards the headboard. Steve groaned at the sight, breath shuddering as you flipped around and spread your legs for him. Without needing instructions, you slipped one hand between your legs and let the other move to your chest, kneading your breast between your fingers.
He moved from the doorway— the magnetic pull of you too much to resist for long. He settled at the end of the bed, the camera so close it made butterflies swell in your tummy. He moved the camera to your hands, one between your legs, teasing your clit and dipping into the pool of arousal at your center, and the other toying with your nipples, the shiny diamond on the engagement ring glinting with each small movement.
“Christ, baby hold the camera—“ he said suddenly, passing it over to you. You laughed as he practically threw it into your hands and you had to scramble to turn it right side up.
You laughed as he tore off his clothes, probably popping some buttons here and there. “Steve, what are you— oh!”
Without hesitation, Steve buried his head between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your juices as he lapped at your pussy. It was a struggle to film him and enjoy the moment, especially since you had to watch him through the viewfinder. But something about capturing something so intimate on film made a thrill run through you.
“Fuck, Steve—“ you moaned, being more vocal than you normally would for the camera. Fuck the neighbors, honestly. It was your engagement night! “Your mouth feels so good, honey.”
His brown eyes peered up at you, at the camera, framed by pretty long lashes. His lips formed a seal around your clit and he sucked lightly, making your legs tremble. Your free hand moved to his hair, tangling in the soft locks as his mouth elicited gasps and moans.
A slick sheen had formed on the tip of his nose, his mouth, and chin from his ministrations. The sight made heat bloom in the pit of your stomach. His eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in you— relishing in your sounds, your smell, your taste.
A light pat on your thigh was his wordless signal for you to move and accommodate him more. You acquiesced, spreading your legs as much as you were comfortably able to, and he let his fingertips tease at your center.
“Relax for me, baby,” he said, his words vibrating against your clit. He gave the bundle of nerves a light kiss before he looked up at you. “I’ve got you. Just…” He pushed his middle finger into you and you moaned low in your throat, instinctively pushing back against the intrusion. “That’s it. Just like that.”
He was always so gentle with you during foreplay— taking his time to really explore every single spot that he knew made you tick. You shuddered as the pad of his finger pressed against a particularly sensitive spot within you. He knew you like the back of his hand— probably better. He slid a second finger beside the first, coaxing moans and gasps from you as he gave all his attention to your clit and g-spot.
Your thighs trembled as you fought the instinct to close them around his head, the stimulation bordering on too much. The softness of his mouth on you, the press of his fingers against the most sensitive spot inside— making you cum was simply too easy for him. You barely had time to gasp out a breathy “I’m cumming—“ before your orgasm hit you. Your walls gripped his fingers like a vise as he worked you through it, muttering praise against your cunt before he withdrew his fingers completely.
You stared at the ceiling, trying to find your breath. “C’mere. It's your turn,” you said with a grin.
Steve simply shook his head. “Not done.” He moved his mouth back to your cunt, this time without the hungry ferocity. You sighed at the sensation, your legs twitching when the tip of his tongue brushed against your clit. His movements lost purpose with each pass of his tongue until he was practically making out with your pussy.
Your head fell back against the pillows, soft gasps slipping past your lips. Steve moaned against you as you tugged his hair, a furrow forming between his brows. So utterly lost in you that he hadn’t even noticed that he was rutting against the bed for friction.
“C’mere,” you said softly. He pressed a final, wet kiss to your pussy before resting his head on the plush of your thigh. Your stomach flipped as he licked his lips, chasing those last remnants of your taste. He pressed a soft kiss to your belly before crawling up to meet you.
The kiss you shared was hungry and slow. The camera was shoved to the side so you could put your mouth on his— tongues meeting, the tang of your arousal and his spit flooding your senses.
A low moan escaped his lips as your hand snaked between your two bodies, where you took his length into your hand and stroked slowly. His mouth fell open, a small furrow between his brows.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. You smiled up at him innocently and let your thumb glide across his tip. A full-body shiver overtook him, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Steve was easy to love all the time, but especially when he was needy. “Switch spots with me.” When you furrowed your brows he nodded towards the camera. “Please?”
When he sat back on his heels, you moved from beneath him and let him settle with his back against the pillows. You were slightly annoyed that he had control of the camera, because goddamn. His thighs were bowed out slightly, cock resting against his stomach. The sight made your heart hammer as you straddled his thighs.
Steve took the camera back into his hands, a wide smile on his face. “Alright, just do what you were doing,” he instructed. “Left hand though.”
You glanced down at your hand and smiled softly. The engagement ring— your engagement ring— glinted up at you. You spit onto your hand and Steve groaned at the sight.
“Haven’t even touched you yet,” you teased.
“Don’t let me stop you.” His voice wavered, revealing just how needy he really was.
He cried out the moment your hand wrapped around his length, head tossed back against the headboard. His cock pulsed in your hand as it glided up and down, aching for more. You leaned down, spitting onto his tip, giving you more slickness to work with.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his chest heaving. You moved your right hand to his balls, kneading them as you focused your attention on the head. “Jesus, look at that fuckin’ rock, huh?”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled wryly. “That’s what you’re thinking about? Not— y’know— the handjob to end all handjobs?” To prove your point, you twisted your hand and let your thumb glide over his slit. He practically whimpered, bucking into your grip.
You redoubled your efforts, relishing in each desperate, whiny noise you were able to elicit. He was getting close— you could feel it in the way he throbbed in your hand, and hear it in the desperate pants and moans passing his lips. Before he could finish, you slowed your pace and let him come back from the edge.
He sat there, arm slung over his eyes, just catching his breath. “Earth to Steve?” You teased, placing a kiss on his tummy. He made a low noise in the back of his throat and took another deep breath.
“Okay, I’m good,” he said, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he finally lowered his arm and looked at you. “Just needed a minute so I didn’t—“ You giggled as he mimed an explosion, completely unabashed about the effect you had on him.
He grabbed the camera and placed it on the bedside table, doing his best to angle it just right. “Alright… wanna take a ride on the Harrington Express?” He patted his thighs with a smug expression and you groaned in annoyance.
“Steve.”
“Fine. I’ll be so cool. I’ll be totally normal. But just know… you’re marrying a loser.”
You rolled your eyes good-naturedly as you straddled his thighs. “I wouldn’t have it any other way… most of the time.”
He stared up at you like you hung the moon, all doe eyes and heart-shaped pupils. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, tender and slow, and you hummed contentedly at the feeling.
“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. He moved one of your hands from his shoulder and down to his chest, where his heart thumped steadily. For you.
Your own heart lurched in your chest as a swell of emotions overtook you. “I love you too, Steve.”
You reached between the two of you, taking his cock into your hand so you could position him at your entrance. You breathed slowly through your nose as you sank down— the prep and attention he had given you made the stretch comfortable and bearable, so all you felt was the pleasurable full feeling that he gave you.
Once you were fully seated, you gave an experimental roll of your hips. A moan escaped you at the feeling— as each tiny movement made delicious electricity run along your nerves.
He sat up fully, his chest pressing against yours, holding you firmly against him. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, cutting himself off to plant wet kisses along your jaw and throat. “Feels so good. Love the way your pussy feels around me.”
He cried out as you began to ride him in earnest, not caring how thin the walls of the condo were. His hands gripped onto your hips and dimpled the plush skin there as he began to meet your thrusts with his own. With each movement, you could feel him getting deeper until you could practically feel him in your guts.
“Steve,” you gasped out, meeting his gaze as he fucked up into you. The sound of his name seemed to spur him on.
“Say it again,” he demanded. “Touch yourself while you do,”
You whimpered at the tone of his voice, snaking a hand between your bodies to toy with your clit. Your limbs felt like jelly as he continued to fuck the life and brains out of you. “St-Steve, fuck, baby,” you cried between the hiccup-y sobs of pleasure that were punched from your lungs.
“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. Not gonna last like this.”
“Don’t,” you managed. “Cum for me. With me.” You leaned in and kissed him in a way that felt like more saliva than lips.
When you pulled back, he nodded, forehead pressed against yours as you both worked each other over the edge. Your vision was spotted with pinpricks of light while he worked you through it, his moans distant in your ears.
You were both panting, nearly tacked together with sweat as you came down. You chuckled lightly as you tilted your head to look at him. “That was one hell of a celebration.” He intertwined your fingers and placed a kiss on your ring finger.
“And we have the rest of our lives to do it again, and again, and again, and ag—“
You shut him up with a kiss. You figure that for the rest of your lives, that’s always going to work.
