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contents: high!steve, sober!reader; free use; SEX :0; hung!steve; breast play; mention of oral (steve receiving); mention of cockwarming; steve catches feelings bc ofc; a little bit of angst but itâs ok i prommyâŠ
oh BABY.
steve calls you sometimes at odd hours of the day. the conversation starts out innocently enough, if not a little awkward, until he finally ends up segueing.
âi, uh, was going to smoke a little. if you want to come over.â
which isnât an invitation to share a joint.
steveâs a good guy, and when you offered to help him relieve his stress even further by letting him use you however he wants, you really did mean it. the only stipulation he asked for was that it only happened if he was stoned, because that somehow made it less weird.
this time, steveâs had a bad week. which seems to be a little bit more like a bad month. keith has him working ridiculous hours, and robin keeps bailing on her shifts to hang out with vicky. his car battery wonât keep a charge despite it being changed three times, and he needs new tires.
and heâs lonely. very terribly lonely.
you hear it in his voice when he calls you a little bit past 8, beating around the bush for a minute before telling you that heâs planning on smoking and would you pretty please come over. and maybe wear something that provides easy access.
you wouldnât dream of denying yourself â or him â of that.
and use you, he does. all of you.
kisses you until youâre gasping for air, biting at your lips and licking into your mouth like itâs made of candy.
grabs your hips and hauls you onto his lap, hardly getting you stretched open enough before bullying his way inside of you. he knows you love the burn, the way he keeps you steady and helps you take it. he fucks you on his cock like youâre a toy, something for him to play with. something truly his.
steve loves it when you ride him, though heâs typically the one making you bounce. his teeth latch onto his bottom lip while he moves you, up and down at a dizzying pace. when the taste of copper hits his tongue, he leans forward to suck and kiss your nipples. heâs prone to leaving a hickey or two or five on your breasts, just because he can. likes knowing youâre marked up by him and no one else.
and when your legs get too tired, he flips you onto your back, hooking your knees over his shoulders. heâs slow now, grinding in deep, holding your hands to his mattress while he coos down at you.
âyouâre real good to me, yeah? lettinâ me use this pretty pussy?â
you leave with shaking legs after, your stomach in knots for the rest of the evening thinking about him and thinking about how he may like to use you again in the future. maybe you could cockwarm him â or perhaps a blowjob, guiding the tip past your gag reflex just to feel your throat tighten around him â
his next call comes not even twelve hours later, just as the sun is starting to rise.
âiâm sober. but i canât stop thinking about you.â
you sigh happily, sleepily, victoriously. âthen get over here.â
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[savor.] sender deliberately slows their rhythm, intent on lasting as long as possible.
contents: pronebone chokehold!!; mean!steve; reader with a vagina; reader is called âgirlâ once by steve; dumbification; hung!steve duhhh; bicep nation rise
âWhatâd you say?â
You donât answer, equally because youâre both too fuck-drunk to speak or remember. Youâre not even sure if you actually said something so much as made a noise that Steveâs fat cock punched out of you.
Heâs moving slow now, but deep. Pushes in as far as he can, the tip of him brushing against the deepest part of you. It feels like heâs nearly in your throat, and you claw at the arm thatâs tucked under your neck weakly, trying to remember how to breathe.
Itâs a little hard to with the chokehold youâre in.
Steveâs everywhere â his weight presses you into the bed, and the scent of his cologne and a half smoked cigarette and his musk hangs heavy in the air around you. He keeps you pinned and pliant, teasing you with each agonizingly slow push and pull of his hips.
âCome on,â he goads, his voice soft as velvet and rough as gravel. âBe smart.â
You open your mouth to speak just as he bottoms out again. âShhhhhâfuck!â
You try to kick at him, though itâs no use. Not that youâd like for him to stop fucking you. Itâs just retaliatory, something you do to see how far he wants to push you after.
âThatâs not very nice of you,â he chastises, his lips right at your ear.
âYouâre torturing me,â you finally manage.
You feel him grin against your ear. âYou love it.â
Regrettably, you do. Even his assertion makes you clench around him, dripping around his shaft.
âYeah, thatâs it,â he laughs breathlessly, flexing his arm around your neck, cutting your air supply just enough to make you dizzy as he rolls his hips again. âLove it when I bully this pussy, hm? When I get you stupid and full?â
You shiver, legs shaking, clenching harder. Youâre pretty sure youâre drooling, but you canât find it in you to care.
With his knee, Steve pushes your legs apart further, helping him get into you just a little deeper.
âIâm gonna take my time with you,â he continues, his voice hypnotic, âand when Iâm done, you better thank me for it. Got that?â
You nod â as best as you can â and Steve presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple.
they should invent a high ponytail that doesnât give me a headache and they should invent a low ponytail that doesnât make me look like a millerâs apprentice going off to enlist in the continental army
Can I get a red velvet cake with fudge bomb filling and firework candles and sunshine sparkles?
Drive Me Crazy
Steve Harrington x sunshine!reader 2k words
Smut + Enemies to lovers + Jealousy + Grumpy x Sunshine
athenaâs notes: I got a little carried away..
You and Steve have always hated each other, he hates fun while youâre the complete opposite. But when he catches another manâs hands on you during a party, one locked bathroom proves that hate and love are two sides of the same coin
The music was too loud, pounding against your skull and swallowing every conversation around you. Not loud enough to drown out Steve Harrington's voice, unfortunately. âSeriously?â He called out from somewhere behind you. âYouâre giving Robin another drink?â
You glanced over your shoulder with a grin to stare at the scowling boy. âItâs soda.â You shrugged at him.
âRobin doesnât need caffeine either.â Steve rolled his eyes, scoffing.
âSheâll survive.â He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like unbelievable, before snatching the plastic cup from Robin away.
You laughed at her sad expression. âTraitor.â She groaned.
âYouâll thank me tomorrow,â he said as he set it aside. The front door swung open as another group squeezed into the already packed house, people dancing in the living room and crowding around the kitchen island.
You escaped outside before Steve could find another reason to argue with you. It wasnât that you hated him, not exactly, Steve just had an incredible talent for getting under your skin at any given moment.
He always had something to say, if you climbed onto the kitchen counter to reach a cabinet, heâd tell you to get down before you broke your neck. If you wandered into the woods with the kids, heâd insist on following because, âsomeone has to make sure you donât get eaten by a bear.â
âYou have such a stick up your ass, Harrington.â You groaned, and that had become your thing. The bickering, the eye rolls, the sarcastic comments and storming away, everyone else found it hilarious. You and him were polar opposites, he didnât know how to have fun, and you practically radiated it wherever you went.
Just as you stepped onto the backyard someone blocked your path. âNeed company?â
You turned to find a guy youâd vaguely remembered from Hawkins High. âJosh, right?â You recalled.
His face lit up. âYou remembered?â He grinned.
You matched it. âWe had algebra 2 together, I have a decent memory.â
He leaned against the wall, looking at you curiously. âIâve been trying to figure out how to talk to you all night.â He confessed.
âOh?â You raised a brow, taken aback.
âYouâve kinda been surrounded by people.â He admitted. You laughed softly, holding your hands behind your back. From across the yard, you were unaware of Steveâs eyes on you, he hadnât meant to stare. Heâd only ventured outside because he lost sight of Dustin and wanted to make sure he was still okay.
Instead, there you areâlaughing melodically, at some guy. Steve hadnât realized he was frowning, not the usual one he wore, no, this one made the vein in his forehead twitch, the muscles in his hands clench into fists. He looked away just as he felt a hot surge in his chest, because he didnât know why he was so upset about you looking at another guy softer than youâve ever looked at him before.
You looked toward the living room where bodies mingled to the beat, and you were never going to pass up an opportunity to have fun. âWhy not?â You shrugged, taking his hand in yours with a smile.
Josh led you inside, all the way to the middle of the group where the light shined down on you both. The first strike happened once he leaned closer into your space, beginning to dance slowly as you shook your head with laughter.
The second strike happened when you raised your hands above your head, lightly grazing his shoulder and shouting the lyrics to a song that were definitely wrong.
The third strike happened when Josh had the nerve to place his hand onto your waist, a small but intimate placement, squeezing your skin and unconsciously bringing you closer. Thatâs when Steve had snapped.
âIâm feeling kind of parched.â You shouted over the music, beside his ear. âIâll be right back.â
You didnât wait for his nod before untangling yourself from him, laughing loudly as you searched for the drinks table nearby. Before your fingers could even wrap around a bottle, a familiar shadow cast over you. You looked up to find Steve already staring, his gaze unwavering.
âCan we talk?â He interrupted. Something in his voice made you pause, not softer, only tighter, like he was holding something back.
You sighed, intrigued by what he wanted from you now. âFine.â Suddenly his hand wrapped around your wrist, leading you through the crowded house. âSteve?â You called his name, but he didnât answer, just kept walking until he stopped in front of the guest bathroom.
âSteve.â He pushed the door open, you stepped inside. âWhatâs so importantââ
The door locked shut behind you, you turned to find him blocking the exit, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway. Your heartbeat stumbled, not from fear, but the sudden closeness.
You crossed your arms, waiting. âWell?â You asked impatiently.
Steve took one step closer, then another, until it felt too daunting. You instinctively took a small step back, your shoulders met the wall, he noticed as neither of you were willing to look away first.
âSeriously?â You murmured. âYouâre cornering me now?â
Steveâs gaze never left yours, only leaning closer so you could see the darkness surrounding his pupils. âWhat does he have that I donât?â He ignored you, the jealousy spilling out before he could stop it.
Your breath hitched, confusion rattling you. âWhat are you talking about?â You asked carefully.
Steveâs jaw flexed, the room had gone quiet around you, the music reduced to a dull thump behind the bathroom door.
His eyes searched yours for a long moment before he repeated, slower this time. âWhat. Does. He. Have. That. I. Donât?â
Your breath caught, for a split second, your composure cracked. Then you let out a weak, disbelieving laugh. âYouâve finally lost it, Harrington.â His expression didnât change. âYouâre drunk.â
âI havenât had a single drink all night.â He rebutted quickly. Your smile faltered, as much as you wanted to believe he was lying, you knew it was true. Steve never drank at these parties so he could keep an eye on his friends, and partially because he hated the vulnerability of it.
You looked away first, trying to make sense of the conversion that had somehow spiraled completely out of control.
Steve laughed once, no hint of amusement. âYouâve known that guy for what, ten minutes?â
âSo?â You challenged, not seeing the issue.
âSo?â He echoed. âYou let him put his hands on your waist.â
You blinked, remembering how you had danced together, Joshâs hand encapsulating your waist. ââŠWhat?â
âI watched him touch you.â His voice stayed remarkably calm, which somehow made the words hit even harder. âAnd you didnât even stop him.â
You opened your mouth, nothing came out. Your lips pressed together again, giving up
âWhat?â Steve asked. A corner of his mouth tugged upward in a wicked smirk. âThe chatty girl suddenly doesnât have anything to say?â He mocked.
Your brows drew together. âWhat does it matter to you? Why do you care so much?â Your voice grew louder, the tension between you could be sliced with a knife.
âBecause I hated it.â He gritted out, both of your chests panting heavily, trying to swallow the last ounce of air that remained.
You couldnât take it anymoreâhe was insufferable, stubborn, and annoyingly handsome andâyou reached up to pull him into a heated kiss. His lips were softer than youâd imagined, not that you imagined kissing Steve, how he would groan into your mouth, or instinctively pull you closer, his musky scent invading your senses.
Steve kissed you back passionately without hesitation, his hands flying to grip your waist tighter than Josh had, nails digging into your skin. The fight of your mouths wasnât slow or gentle, he pushed his tongue past your bottom lip as yours fought for dominance, teeth clashing while your hands tugged on his long hairs.
âGod, You drive me fucking insane.â He groaned, hooking his hands underneath your thighs to lift you onto the bathroom counter.
âSteve, donâtâmmh,â you sighed, his lips attached onto the side of your neck, sucking colorful marks as he kept a tight hold on you.
âFuckâsay that again.â Steve grunted, his thumb ghosting over your clothed nipple, you gasped at the touch, arching into him.
âW-What?â You stuttered out, unable to focus on his words while he kept kissing you so sweetly.
âMy name, it sounds so good coming from your mouth, baby. Say it again.â Steve wasnât asking, nothing he could ever drink could get him as high as the way you desperately said his name.
Your fingers tightened in his scalp, pulling him back up for another kiss. âSteve,â you moaned loudly, not caring if someone outside could hear.
He echoed your moan, clutching the edge of your skirt while he looked up at you. âCan I touch you, baby?â He asked, taking the time to verbally gain your consent.
You could cry from how patient he was being, not hesitating as you nodded furiously. âYes, please, touch me.â You responded, watching as he bunched the fabric around your hips, palming your covered cunt.
âHavenât even touched you yet and youâre already so wet fâme.â Steve brushed over the wet spot, slightly applying pressure right over your clit.
Your jaw dropped open, sparks of pleasure shooting through you. âOhh, Steve!â He pushed your panties to the side, watching your reaction with hooded lids as he teased you, running a single finger through your folds.
âYeah? You need me, baby? Knew this pussy was mine, even before I touched it.â He spoke in a syrupy tone. The thought of Steve thinking about having you like this made more arousal leak out of you, soaking the inside of your thigh.
âItâsâshitâall yours, Steve.â You replied in a high pitch, feeling him dip his middle finger inside of you, curling it inwards. Your head knocked back against the mirror behind you, making it shake slightly as he fingered you painfully slow. âM-More, please, fuck me.â You begged between ragged breaths, your walls sucking him back in with each shallow thrust.
Steve suddenly pulled his finger out, making you whine in frustration before you noticed his hands unbuckling his belt, strands of hair falling over his eyes as he stayed focused. He shoved his pants and boxers down in one movement, allowing his flushed cock to pop out unrestrained. Steve hissed, wrapping a hand around the base and stroking upwards.
You were distracted by the sight for a moment, caught off guard when he reached for you, placing your legs back on the floor and spinning you around so that your front pushed against the counter, Steve knocking your knees apart behind you.
The only thing that left your mouth was a string of moans as pushed his length inside of you in one long thrust, Steve throwing his head back. âMmfâfuck,â you gasped, never having felt this full before.
He was everywhere, your stomach, all the way in your throat, just Steve. All thoughts of Josh had evaporated from your mind, replaced by heavy thrusts as he molded your bodies together. âSuch a tight, wet, cunt. Feels just like home.â Steve grunted, leaning over to bite your shoulder lightly.
When he lifted his head again, his eyes caught onto the sight reflected on the mirror. You, bent over with your hands outstretched in front of you, gasping on gulps of air as jumbled sounds left your mouth every time his tip reached your cervix.
His hand tangled into your hair, gripping and angling your head downwards to whisper in your ear. âLook at you crying all over my cock.â He rasped, your eyes connected with his in the reflection, heart thundering against your chest. âYou look like a fucking piece of art.â
You clenched around him, not knowing what turned you on more, his words, or the spectacle of the boy you hated having you bent over for him. âNgh, f-fuck!â Your face reddened as the pleasure inside you grew, his pace impossibly increasing.
âKeep your eyes on yourself, baby. If I catch you looking away youâre not finishing, got that?â Steve asked, you were already close to cumming, and the chance of not getting to, scared you above everything else.
You moaned out a response, fighting to keep your eyes open. âO-Okay, Steve!â Your mind was becoming clouded by pleasure, moving your hips back to match his thrusts every time he pushed back in.
Steve was holding out for as long as possible, he couldnât believe he got you like this, and he was going to enjoy it to the last possible second. When he spotted your lashes fluttering, he fucked you roughly and slapped your ass with a loud smack sounding. âWhat did I just say?â All hints of softness disappeared from his voice.
You whimpered, biting your bottom lip and forcing your eyes back open. âSteveâughâIâm cumming!â Your legs shook, struggling to keep you upright while Steve continued fucking you without pausing, not far off himself.
âFuck, youâre all mineâgonna cum inside you, you hear me? No one else can touch you but me.â He growled, thrusts turning sloppy and body shuddering as he finally came, rocking slowly to fill you up.
It was a miracle no one came knocking on the bathroom door, you had completely forgotten there were other people around, resting the side of your head against the cold counter for a couple moments before picking yourself back up again.
Steve leaned his head in the crook of your neck, swaying you side to side lightly as his hands remained wrapped around your waist, breathing into your ear. âDonât let me go. Please.â He whispered so softly you almost missed it.
You brought your own hand over his, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. âI wonât. I promise, Steve.â At your reassurance he pressed a kiss to your cheek, making no rush to get back out to the party.
However, your close moment was interrupted once a knock sounded on the other side of the door. âHurry up, I need to pee!â Someone yelled.
You couldnât help but giggle quietly, Steve huffed, glaring daggers at whoever was behind the door. âGuess thatâs our sign.â
You nodded, turning around to unlock the knob, though not getting very far before Steve kissed your lips, softer this time. You kissed him back, smoothing his hair down, lest anyone find out that you roughed each other up in the guest bathroom.
