since big dick steve is now cannon…
18+ a/n: one of the last few fics i have saved on a doc from my stranger things account i nuked in 2023 (@/eddiebaghetti) my pseudonym was soooo uggo, adah suits me way better,, enjoy !
steve who laughs the first time you get your hands on it because of that dumbfounded look you’re giving him. he knows it all too well, seen it about a hundred times.
you’re on the floor of the family video break-room kneeling between his legs. he feels like a freak with the way you’re staring at it, mouth agape, eyebrows disappearing into your hairline. god. he’s huge. thick too.
“you with me?” he asks. the question is strained, almost breathless. he knows, you realize. he knows exactly how bad you want to take it for a spin. maybe that’s why he indulges you, holding his cock by the base and feeding the thick tip into your mouth, palm fastened to the back of your head.
steve who doesn’t let you take him all at once the first time you have sex, placing a careful hand under your ass to keep you from sinking down all the way on not his throbbing dick.
you’re panting into his mouth, knees on either side of his thighs. you’ve been fucking yourself on his tip for 10 minutes, groaning at the stretch you feel.
steve groans when you clench down on him, eyes going wide. you want to tell him how pretty he looks, how gorgeous his lips are, all bitten and slack.
you test the waters by sinking down further, pushing past the resistance of his hand to take him halfway. a gasp forces its way past your lips. he’s huge, absolutely monstrous.
“fuckfuckfuck don’t hurt yourself.” he groans, throwing his head back against the pillow. he was losing his composure and fast. you hear none of it, bouncing harder in search of that sweet spot you need him to hit.
you want all of him, every inch, every ridge. you’d kneel between his legs all day if you could, mapping the veins of his cock with your tongue. the best part is? he’d let you.
you’re pulled out of your thoughts by a hand on your face. steve looks up at you from where his head lays sideways on the pillow, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the silky fabric.
“y’wanna take the whole thing?” he rasps, clearly defeated in the midst of your passion. “take it. fuckin’ size queen.”
the jab is laced with affection, you know that much when his hands settle around the dip of your waist. it’s not long before the room is filled with your shared whines again, the air growing thick with anticipation.
“ready?” he asks. you’re nodding before he can get the full word out, sinking down once more to finally let all of him fill you.
you aren’t even fully seated before your orgasm hits you, a wave of spasms reverberating out from your core. the sound steve let’s out is guttural, primal. a filthy precursor to the load of cum that fills you moments after.