ALIVE & IN-LINE: This is a /Steve Harrington X Munson Reader fanfiction.
(SHE/HER AFAB READER but little mention of pronouns)
Steve x Reader:
Chapter 1- Home
Chapter 2- Robin
Chapter 3- Steve and Dustin
Chapter 4- The New House
Chapter 5- The Wardrobe
Chapter 6- The Beamer
Chapter 7- The Wardrobe Change
Chapter 8- Sullen
Chapter 9- Nancy and Rockin' Robin
Chapter 10- No Rushing
Chapter 11- "Look at her..."
Chapter 12- Numb
Chapter 13- Stardust
Chapter 14- Jagged
Chapter 15- Little Sips
Chapter 16- Red
Steve X Eddie:
Chapter 17- The Real World
Chapter 18- Nerves
Chapter 19- Oral Fixation (smut w/plot!)
Chapter 20- Fawn
Steve X Reader:
Chapter 21- Be Careful
Chapter 22- Babysitter
Chapter 23- Old Habits Die Hard
Chapter 24- Babygirl (smut!)
Chapter 25- Constellations
Chapter 26- Obsession (smut!)
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Hey there! I'm Olive. I love poetry, character analysis, fanfics, and writing. I often daydream while listening to music, which has prompted the creation of this story.
There is an overarching plot but Most posts can be stand alone if you read the summaries. I love feeling as if I'm living through the main character. I also love following a detailed/poetic storyline. I try to stay cannon by referencing the show and the ST wiki & ST books when writing. No AI usage. I also repost my fav works from other users!
18+ TW: Mentions of death, blood, grief, trauma, sexual tension, drugs/alcohol, and smut.
Premise:
You are Eddie's half sister who comes to Hawkins for the first time in years because of your brother's death. You look similar to Eddie, but no specific mention of features other than hair. No use of Y/N and no specific name given to reader.
Steve X Reader chapters start in summer of 1986. (Right before S5)
Steve X Eddie chapters start in winter 1985-86. (End of S3- S4)
on your mind | steve harrington
part one: the unspoken rule of apartment 4b
pairing: steve harrington x reader
word count: 5.9k
warnings: 18+ mdni (male and female masturbation, vibrator use)
includes: roommate!steve, freak4freak, a little mutual jealousy, a little bit of pervy!steve, but also pervy!reader tbh, tiny mention of bisexual!reader, steve gets hard over chicken parmesan
summary: steve can't help but notice how quiet you are when you bring guys home and he finds himself fixated on your pleasure more than he should be. but when he comes home during lunch one day he's in for a surprise when he finds out just how loud you really can be.
a/n: i actually don't know what to say about this other than enjoy and prepare yourself for part two. as always thank you to lid @tinfoileddd who lets me pick her brain and expand on the random ideas i send her. this wouldn't have came to life without her <3
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Steve Harrington prided himself on being a considerate guy.
Which meant his roommate telling him that they’re going on a date tomorrow night was all he needed to know. He was considerate enough to read between the lines and vacate the apartment for the evening with no questions asked.
It was an unspoken agreement between the two of them and he was grateful his roommate extended the same courtesy when he mentioned going out with someone– especially when his said roommate is a woman.
Steve had never imagined himself having to live with a roommate, especially a woman that wasn’t his significant other, but coaching and teaching sex-ed to a bunch of middle schoolers didn’t pay shit, and he couldn’t stand living with his parents anymore. So when one of the few people besides him out of the rag-tag group of people he called friends that had stayed in Hawkins mentions something about getting a place together he figures– why not?
He’d known you for years, had experienced too many near death experiences with you, and he also knew you were looking for any excuse to get out of the damn near slum of an apartment you were living in then. So, on a bright sunny Saturday morning in April the two of you sign the lease for what has now been your home for a little over a year.
Living with each other was a lot easier than either of you thought it was going to be. Shared chore lists, weekly movie nights, eating dinner together, learning each other’s little quirks– it was all very domestic.
So domestic that sometimes your lines of reality and fantasy blurred and sometimes you’d have to remind yourself that Steve was not your boyfriend and just your best friend. Which usually happened a couple times a month when he’d casually mention that he had a date and so you’d be the good roommate you are and let him have his alone time and then the following week you’d just so happen to have a date also.
Which is how you’ve ended up with Eric breathing heavily into your ear as he pounds into you with such a hurry that you think maybe he wants this to be over with faster than you do. Your bedframe repeatedly hits the wall as you count the ceiling tiles above you and it’s not until you hear him groan something along the lines of i’m cumming that you let out a fake gasp and then he’s rolling off of you without as much as a second glance.
He says he’ll call you tomorrow.
You know he more than likely won’t and that’s more than fine with you.
Steve strolls through the door near midnight, figuring thats plenty enough time for you two to do whatever, and for the guy to leave without there being any awkward introductions. Thankfully he’s right and he’s greeted with you sitting on the couch, freshly showered and in your pajamas, with what he can only assume is your leftovers from dinner in your lap.
He plops down onto the couch beside you with a sigh and you immediately shove the styrofoam container of lasagna towards him. “Want some? It’s from Enzo’s.”
“Enzo’s?” Steve questions, eyebrows raised in surprise. “He must have really wanted to impress you,” he states, grabbing the fork and shoving a piece in his mouth without a second thought. “Did it work?”
“No,” you reply, taking the fork back from him and splitting what’s left down the middle for the two of you to share. “Should have ended the date after dinner was over.”
Steve doesn’t say anything, but he knows what you’re alluding to, and he just nods understandingly at you as he takes his turn with the fork. The two of you didn’t necessarily talk about your sex lives, it was implied when either of you had mentioned going on a date and that you needed the apartment to yourself, but neither of you sat here and talked in detail about the latest orgasm you’d had, but if Steve had any inkling, he was pretty sure the guys you brought home weren’t giving you any.
The thing about your unspoken agreement with Steve about dates and bringing people home was that it wasn’t fool proof. Sometimes the two of you would go out without any expectations of bringing someone home. Then one thing leads to another and suddenly there’s someone trailing in behind either of you and the sound of a bedroom door slamming. It didn’t happen often enough to where it would be an issue, but it happened enough that Steve, while he wasn’t trying to be a creep, was being observant and had seemed to notice the lack of noise from you.
He’d quickly put on music when he’d hear the sound of your drunken giggles echoing down the hall and then a much deeper voice accompanying yours, but the times when you come home long after he’d gone to bed and you end up waking him up with your loud footsteps and hushes to the mystery man– those times he shamelessly listens.
It seems to be the same variation of sounds and actions every time– the guy trying to be all suave with you, your headboard hitting the wall in rapid succession for a short amount of time, some curses from the guy, and then the sound of the front door slamming shut. Not a single peep out of you the whole time and at first Steve thinks you’re just being considerate, that you’d made the decision to bring someone home while he was here so you’re just being extra quiet, but he also knows that sometimes no matter how hard you try, staying quiet during sex is sometimes impossible.
He figures you’re bound to slip up after a while and he’ll hear a moan or a little dirty talk bleed through the walls, but it never does, except for that one guy you brought home that would not stop with the dirty talk and kept asking you who’s pussy this was. Needless to say Steve ended up putting on music that night.
And not to toot his own horn, but he knew what it sounded like when a woman was experiencing pleasure, and from what he could tell those guys weren’t getting you off. While he can’t account for the times he isn’t in the apartment, he can tell from your demeanor when he comes home that those times aren’t particularly stellar either.
Your less than blissed out state as you sit next to him on the couch, sharing your leftover lasagna with him, it proves his point.
But Steve doesn’t say anything about your lack of post sex glow and how these guys should make it their priority to make you feel good. He doesn’t want to overstep, doesn’t want to cross any lines and potentially make things weird between the two of you, even if he’s a little more concerned with how other guys are treating you in bed than he should be.
Instead he takes the last bite of his portion of the lasagna and extends an olive branch, an out if you ever needed it, because again he cares about you more than he should.
“You know if you’re on a date and he’s weird or making you uncomfortable or even if you just want to come home– you can call me. No questions asked, I'll come get you. I’m almost always at Eddie’s or at Slinky’s having a beer.”
You give him a soft smile, trying to ignore the way his words make your heart do a traitorous thing, like the idea of him being willing to drive across town to come and take you home doesn’t make whatever you feel towards him that much more complicated.
“Thanks Steve,” you reply, eyes focused on the little bit of lasagna left instead of him.
“Of course,” he responds, slowly standing up from the couch. “Think I’m gonna go to bed,” his eyes traipse over you, waiting for you to look up at him, and when you finally do he smiles in that endearing way that makes your chest ache. “Goodnight.”
“Night.”
You hear his bedroom door close and you’re left sitting on the couch with the now empty takeout container in your lap wondering how much longer you can go on with this act. How much longer can you continue to bring home these guys that don’t know your clit from your nipple and act like the man you actually want isn’t thirty feet away.
You always get in your head like this afterwards, especially when Steve comes home and you’re absolutely buzzing on the inside with want, but the one thing you want– you can’t have.
The couch creaks under you as you get up and make the decision to leave the takeout container on the coffee table, claiming you’ll take care of it in the morning. As you pad down the hall and past Steve’s room you hear his muffled voice behind his door and you’re not meaning to eavesdrop, but the sickeningly sweet tone that bleeds out under the door has you frozen in place.
“Yeah, yeah– I know it’s late and I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
“Your number was burning a hole in my pocket from the moment you gave it to me tonight. I couldn't wait to hear your voice again.”
“I had a really good time tonight and I’d like to see you again if you’re up for it?”
“Yeah? Great. How about dinner next Friday?”
“Can’t wait. I’ll call you later with the details.”
That all too familiar sinking sensation settles deep in your gut and before Steve can figure out you were listening you dart across the hall and into your room. The door slams shut behind you with no regard for the pictures on your wall and before you know it you’re burying your face into your pillow. He’d met someone while he was out tonight and you know you have absolutely no room to talk, no leg to stand on when it came to however you were feeling, you’d been on a date tonight, brought a guy home and had sex, if you could call it that.
Steve was allowed to do whatever he wanted to, and you knew that, it’s just that you don’t think you can handle another failed date on your end to fill that ache in your heart.
The next morning you take the initiative to call Eric before he doesn’t and the second date is set for Saturday.
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A couple weeks later you manage to score a day off during the week, which meant you had the apartment to yourself.
Steve had thought it was weird how eager you were to send him off to work this morning, in fact majority of the time when you manage to get a day off during the week you’re begging him to play hooky and spend the day with you, but this morning you were nearly pushing him out the door.
He tried not to think too much of it, maybe you just wanted some alone time, or maybe you were inviting Eric over. He had spent the night the last time you went out, which Steve thought was strange, considering you never let guys sleep over, but the mid breakfast meeting between the two men had been interesting to say the least.
As you walked into the kitchen that morning you found Steve sitting at the little table eating his food with your plate across from him– eggs made just how you like, orange juice in your favorite cup, and toast still hot to the touch. It wasn’t an unusual sight by any means, but what was unusual was you having company in the morning. So he doesn’t even think to make sure you’re alone when he hears you enter the kitchen, eyes not even looking up from his plate, before he blurts out – was he any better this time?
Eric awkwardly clears his throat from behind you and Steve looks up wide-eyed and slightly embarrassed. Before Steve can even begin to spit out an apology Eric mumbles I should get going and it’s an awkward thirty seconds as he gathers his jacket from your room and walks out the front door, because you don’t even try to get him to stay and Steve continues eating his eggs, now content with the departure of the man from your shared apartment.
Steve figured after that debacle there was no way Eric would be back around, but if he knew Steve wasn’t going to be there today, well there was a chance, and it bothers Steve more than he’d like to admit. Either way though, Steve was going to find out what was going on back at home, because by the time second period rolled around he realized he’d forgotten his change of clothes for baseball practice tonight. There was no way he was going to be out there on that field in slacks and tie, especially when in true Indiana fashion, summer had arrived early and it was sweltering already in May. He’d just run home on his lunch break and grab some clothes and be right back– no big deal.
He’d even called you before he left to give you a heads up that he was coming home soon, but there was no answer, and so he thinks that maybe his little spiral over Eric potentially being there was for nothing and you probably were out shopping.
When his pickup truck pulls into his unofficially assigned parking spot at home and your black sedan is in its usual spot next to his– his mind conjures up a million different reasons as to why you hadn’t answered the phone earlier. None of them are good and frankly majority of them involve Eric and he chooses to ignore the alarms going off in his head about how he shouldn’t care this much about you fucking another guy.
His eyes do a quick sweep of the parking lot, he doesn’t know what Eric drives, so he really doesn’t even know what he’s looking for, but Steve feels like he has crazy intuition and he’s expecting the vehicle to glow like a fucking beacon the second his eyes land on it.
The search is of course futile.
His wristwatch lets him know he only has twenty minutes left until he needs to be back at the school and with the hope of not walking through the front door to find Eric balls deep in you– Steve reluctantly gets out of the truck and walks towards apartment 4B.
For the first time ever in his life– Steve knocks on his own front door. Not because he’s forgotten his key, but because he’s afraid of what might be going down on the other side of this couple inches of wood.. He gives it a minute and when there’s no response or the sound of two people scrambling to get dressed, he shoves his key in the lock and slowly opens the door.
The living room comes into view as the door fully swings open and to Steve’s surprise it’s exactly as he remembers it when he left this morning– your favorite blanket draped over the back of the couch, his glasses that he claims he doesn’t need on the coffee table, and some of the various VHS tapes that Steve had nabbed back from his Family Video days in a pile on the side table.
The apartment is eerily quiet save for the hum of the refrigerator and Steve comes to the conclusion that one of your friends has come and picked you up, because when you’re home it’s obvious. There’s always music playing or the TV is loudly playing some show you aren’t even watching– your presence is always known and right now all that lingers is reminders of you.
He doesn’t think much more of it as he wanders down the hall and towards his room, but the sound that bounces off your four walls and through your door has Steve stunned and his feet cemented to the floor.
“Oh my god!”
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From the moment you woke up this morning you’d been buzzing with anticipation, finally having the apartment to yourself in god knows how long, the new toy you’d picked up the other day burning a hole in your bedside drawer, and the fact that you haven’t had a good orgasm in ages– it had you wound tighter than a drum.
It didn’t help that you’d slightly been edging yourself all morning, refusing to touch yourself, but constantly thinking about how good it was going to feel once you did. You could have jumped right into your bed and shoved your hand down your pants as soon as Steve left this morning, but this was more fun, and you knew the payoff for waiting would be worth it.
It’s not until you find yourself squeezing your thighs together as you fold laundry that you finally cave.
You grab your new vibrator from the drawer and get comfy on your bed as your heart nearly beats out of your chest from how worked up you are without even touching yourself yet. You’re still in your pajamas, a big t-shirt and shorts, but you keep them on to tease yourself just a little longer. The feeling of your fingertips tracing antagonizingly slow circles around your nipples through your thin t-shirt has a steady warmth spreading through your body and the ache between your plush thighs that much stronger.
While your left hand still gives your nipples the attention they so desperately crave, your right travels down past your navel and in between your thighs. Your sleep shorts are thin and perhaps you hadn’t put any underwear on last night when you went to bed and maybe the ragged seam had been rubbing up against your clit all morning and maybe you did it on purpose so that when you finally caved just the slightest touch to yourself would have you gasping.
Which is exactly what happens when your index and middle finger press down against your clothed core and the seam of your shorts rubs against that sensitive bundle of nerves. It feels so good and god you want nothing more than to just go crazy and bring yourself over the edge, but you’ve been so patient, and you’ve got all day to play with yourself.
So why ruin the fun so prematurely?
You start slow, the pads of your fingers rubbing small circles over the fabric while your other hand, that is now slipped under your shirt, pinches and gently tugs at your nipples, the both of them working in tandem. The warmth that radiates through you is intoxicating and it doesn’t shock you to feel the cotton of your shorts dampening in record time. You’d been working yourself up all morning and when your hand finally trails under the waistband of your shorts it’s a little obscene just how wet you are.
Your shorts quickly get discarded, haphazardly thrown onto your floor, and then your shirt gets bunched up just enough to expose your tits to the cool air. The anticipation is burning through you like a wildfire and the only way to smother it is to make yourself come.
Which is something you planned on doing– multiple times.
Soft moans slip past your lips as your fingers rub tight little circles on your clit and as your eyes flutter closed your mind wanders to the one thing that you know will only amplify your pleasure.
Steve.
You’d imagined one too many times, what it would be like to be the girl moaning underneath him, how it would feel to have his big warm hands caressing your body, to have him showering you in compliments and praises.
Your fingers trail through your folds and down to your sopping wet cunt, circling the sensitive skin around your entrance with such a slow tortuous pace that it tears a whimper from you, hips bucking forward for something more. You know your fingers aren’t going to give you what you need, but you sink your index and middle finger in anyways, searching for that pleasure that you’ve never been able to give yourself.
If only you had Steve’s long and thick fingers inside you right now, he’d surely have you grabbing at the sheets as he curled them just right, reaching that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. It wasn’t like you had much experience when it came to getting pleasure from your g-spot, considering the only person to ever find it was the girl you hooked up with last October, but you had confidence that Steve would have no issue.
Just the idea of Steve pumping his fingers inside your tight cunt, stretching you out as he adds a third, it has you mewling. The squelching sounds of your own fingers pistoning into you fills the room and you could only imagine the dirty comment Steve would make about it. You knew he had a way with his words in the bedroom, you’d shamelessly listen through the walls on those nights when he’d bring home a girl on a whim, and you’d stored away those words for times like these.
God, you’re so wet for me, aren’t you pretty girl?
You’re soaking my cock baby.
Gonna make a mess all over my sheets aren’t you?
But even with Steve’s dirty talk echoing around in your head, your fingers of course aren’t enough to bring you over the edge, and you’re hurriedly reaching for your vibrator, slick fingers fumbling with the button before it comes to life in your palm.
The second you press it to your swollen clit it seems as if electricity shoots through you, pleasure coursing through every vein in your body, and you’ve never been more thankful to be home alone as you lose all composure.
“Oh my god!”
Your eyes are screwed shut, head thrown back against your pillow, and the prettiest sounds continue to slip past your lips as you increase the intensity level on the toy.
It doesn’t take long at all for that all too familiar feeling to creep up on you, for the warmth that’s started low in your belly to spread throughout your body. When you take your vibrator off your clit and slowly trail it up your body all the way to your nipples and circle each of them with it you swear you lose all ability to breath for a second.
Your chest heaves as you trail it back down your body and back to the sensitive pearl between your spread legs, increasing the intensity once again, which makes your chest heave even more. You’re teetering on the edge, the coil in your tummy on the verge of snapping, and all you can think about is Steve.
How it sounded when he’d brought home Amanda a couple weeks ago– which is what had caused Eric to happen– how she’d moaned out his name laced with such pleasure that it made you squeeze your thighs together while you laid in bed. How she’d told him don’t stop and how she unapologetically let everyone know how good she was feeling. There was clearly no need for her to fake it.
God you wanted to know what it was like to be pleased like that, to be taken care of in such a way by someone else that it had you practically incoherent.
The bad thing was, you wanted that someone to be Steve, who was unfortunately your roommate and best friend. So, having unholy thoughts about him while you masturbated was just going to have to suffice.
You click the intensity button once again and that is what finally brings you over the edge and turns you into a babbling mess, legs trembling, free hand clutching so tightly onto the sheets that your fingers cramp.
“Oh my fucking god. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you holler, pressing the toy harder against your clit as you ride out your orgasm, wishing it was Steve giving you it instead of this vibrator. “Please don’t stop, please, please.”
Something mixed with greed and insanity takes over you and you press the intensity button again causing your leg to twitch and your hips to buck upwards, all while the vibrator is still glued to your clit. Your second orgasm crashes in fast, riding on the coattails of your first one, and it hits hard.
“Oh fuck. Oh my god. Please Ste-”
You bite down on your fist, eyes rolling to the back of your head, all while muffled sobs fill your room. The vibrator gets tossed somewhere, on your bed or floor you aren’t sure, but your legs collapse out from under you and you lay flat on your bed, ears ringing with aftershocks coursing through you.
On the other side of the door Steve is beside himself, his cheeks are flushed, and the semi he’s sporting is damn near a full erection at this point. He knew he should have swiftly turned around and left the second he realized what was happening, but he couldn’t, not when he’s imagined what you sounded like for some time now. What it sounded like when you were experiencing pleasure, what it sounded like when you came, and what it sounded like when you said his name.
Alright so maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but Steve swears it sounded like you were about ready to moan his name, and you very well may have been getting ready to stay stop again, but he shamelessly hopes it was his name, because then he wouldn’t feel as dirty knowing you think about him when you touch yourself just like he does with you.
God, you sounded so pretty though, and Steve can’t believe that those sounds came out of you. The girl who he wouldn’t even know was having sex unless he heard your headboard and the sound of the guy or you in a nonchalant way mentioning that the sex with whoever was shit.
His heart is nearly beating out of his chest and his dick is achingly hard as he hears you coming down from what he could tell was two back to back orgasms. The way he can still hear little whimpers coming from you as you probably lay there spent, your inner thighs slick with your arousal, nipples still so sensitive and sore from you tugging on them.
There were a million dirty thoughts swirling around in his head and he should feel ashamed, should feel like a creep for what he’s thinking, what he listened in on, but he doesn’t. He hasn’t for a long time when it came to you and he isn’t sure how he’s supposed to feel about that either.
Steve’s startled out of his horny moral dilemma by the sound of your bed creaking and before he can get caught he’s swiftly darting into his room, grabbing what might be a dirty cut off t-shirt and shorts, and tip-toeing back down the hall and out the door.
As soon as the driver’s side door of Steve’s truck slams shut (which is the only way to guarantee it’s actually shut after Dustin fucked around with it by swinging on it like he was five and now it’s never been the same since) he let’s out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in as his hands grip the steering wheel with such vigor that his knuckles are stark white.
He quickly adjusts himself in his slacks, tucking his erection into the waistband of his boxers, and tries to think of anything other than the sound of your pretty little whimpers. His head smacks against the headrest as his cheeks puff up, blowing out yet another deep breath combined with an explicit of some sort.
Steve takes one last look at the apartment, shoves the key in the ignition, and backs out of his parking space like his whole world hasn’t just flipped upside down.
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It’s nearing seven-thirty by the time Steve trudges in through the front door in his cut off tee and shorts, sweaty and hot, and still thinking about what took place in this said apartment hours earlier. The remainder of the school day had been a slow type of torture he’d not wish upon his worst enemy and then he had to go coach baseball in the sweltering sun like his whole body wasn’t already on fire.
You had occupied every square inch on his brain since he left the apartment earlier and at times it wasn’t even anything inherently sexual– it was just you. How he loved coming home everyday to you, how you knew what was wrong with him before he did sometimes, how you deserved to be with someone that could take care of you in a multitude of ways.
And the sight that greets him as he enters your shared home does nothing to eradicate the overwhelming infiltration of you in his mind. You’re standing at the stove, comfy clothes already on, humming along to whatever Fleetwood Mac song is playing on the radio, and the unmistakable smell of his favorite meal wafts towards him.
You turn around and the sight of Steve standing there startles you, causing you to jump slightly, then let out the prettiest laugh he thinks he’s ever heard, and it makes Steve’s heart do a traitorous thing.
He figured he’d make it all awkward seeing you for the first time after hearing and listening to what you were doing earlier, but it wasn’t the least bit awkward. It was like any other evening, except you were glowing more than usual, smiling at him like he’d personally given you those orgasms earlier and god as unhinged as it sounded he could only imagine what you looked like directly after sex.
Which now has his dick doing a traitorous thing instead of his heart.
“Hard practice?” you ask, eyeing how his biceps glisten with sweat and how he’s got his baseball cap on backwards to keep his hair out of his face.
“Yeah, hot as hell out there today,” Steve replies, trying not to notice how you don’t have a bra on, how the window AC unit that you insist on running on full blast has your nipples poking through the thin cotton.
“Well,” you start, before turning back to the stove to stir the boiling spaghetti noodles. “You’re in luck because dinner is almost ready and I’ve made your favorite. Should be done in a few, the chicken is broiling in the oven. I’m trying to get the cheese a little crispy just how you like.”
“I’m gonna go take a shower real quick then.”
You nod, not bothering to turn back to face him as you stir the sauce. “Alright, I’ll holler when it’s done.”
Steve hurries down the hall towards the bathroom and quickly strips out of his sweaty practice clothes, making sure to put them in the hamper because he’s not a slob, and then gets in the shower before he loses his mind.
The cold water does nothing to smother the fire that’s ignited low in his gut and he can’t believe you making him god damn chicken parmesan has got his dick hard again.
He really is a simple guy and the domesticality of it all does more for him than he’d like to admit.
Steve knows he’s got to do something about his not so little problem and so he lets his mind focus solely on you as he wraps his hand around his aching cock. His fingers gently squeeze around his shaft and on the first upstroke his hips embarrassingly buck into his fist with no control as his head tips back against the shower wall.
He fucks his fist with no abandon and when his thumb glides over his throbbing tip a broken moan slips out of him, bouncing off the tile and hopefully not out to the kitchen. His head is swarming with you and all he can think about is how pretty you sounded earlier, how he’d never expected you to be so loud, and it only makes him want to see how much louder you can get.
He thinks about how he’d love nothing more than to thank you for making him his favorite dinner later by going down on you. To thank you for taking such good care of him, because you do without even realizing it, and as much as Steve is a provider, the kind of person that takes care of others because it’s who he is. Sometimes he needs to be taken care of too, and you do it so well that Steve doesn’t even realize he’s being taken care of, and to him that deserves a mind blowing orgasm or two.
His chest heaves and he has to brace himself against the wall with his other hand as he continues to stroke himself, imagining it was your soft hands wrapped around him right now, and not his callused ones.
You consume him entirely and he finds himself having to bite down on the bicep of his extended arm to muffle the moans and whimpers that want to come alive and live within the four walls of this tiny bathroom.
He’s close, he can feel that sweet release sneaking up on him fast, and with one last stroke Steve comes so hard that he nearly draws blood from how hard he’s biting down on his arm, your name and profanities muffled against the tanned muscle. He paints the shower wall with his cum, stroking himself to damn near overstimulation, until he finally slumps against the wall behind him.
Exhaustion creeps in fast and he’s still trying to catch his breath when he hears a knock on the door.
“Steve! Hurry up! Dinner is getting cold.”
He swallows hard, heart nearly leaping out of his chest at the idea of you listening in on him like he had you, but he can’t let his mind go any further than that, can’t let you wait any longer. So, he rinses his cum off the tile wall and quickly finishes his shower.
When he joins you a few minutes later at the tiny table in the kitchen, his hair still dripping wet onto the old Hawkins High Phys Ed shirt he threw on, and you immediately tease him about having to reheat his own food, but then grab the plate anyways and toss it into the microwave for thirty seconds.
The bubbles surrounding you had completely dissolved. You had been sitting in the bath for at least 20 minutes working on your hair. There was still a stubborn little knot at the base of your neck. It was so quiet in the house that you could hear the mattress springs move under Steve's weight in the other room.
He had been waiting patiently for you to finish up. If patient counts as snooping through drawers and looking through sketch books, eventually getting bored and laying down. He admired your little doodles of forest creatures. Drawings of hands and line-work sketches. He dug through your underwear drawer too- putting his favorites in order in his head.
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The cool air hit your steaming skin as you arose. Water and goosebumps rolled over you. You pulled the drain up, opened the bathroom cabinet, and wrapped a towel around yourself.
You slowly turned the doorknob and heard Steve stumble to his feet.
"I'll get out so you can change!"
"No." You turned and grabbed your comb from the bathroom counter. "Can you help me first?"
His big doe eyes were full of empathy under furrowed brows. "Yeah, what is it?"
"I can't get this knot out of my hair, can you try?"
"I can try."
You held the towel up with one hand and walked to the opposite side of the bed. You sat down, back facing Steve. You parted your hair to show him.
He kneeled on the bed behind you and took the comb out of your hand. "Tell me if i'm pulling too hard." His voice was careful.
He could hear the smile on your face as you replied quietly. "Kay."
He put the comb to the problem area and started separating the little knot. Working gently.
"Don't be scared, I can take it." Your smile still evident in your quiet voice.
"Mhm. Let me-" He put the comb down and started fixing it with his fingers.
"You'd be such a good girl dad." You giggled.
He smiled. Baffled that you said anything. And something that hit so deep at that. Even though you couldn't see his face, it was like you saw him better than anyone else. His heart started pounding. "I would love to have a little girl."
He finally undid the last tangled hair with his fingers. Then; he moved a little closer, put his knees around your body, and pulled you into a tight hug from behind. His strong biceps wrapped around you like a blanket. You put your hands over his arms and closed your eyes.
It didn't matter where you were or who you were. Not while wrapped up in him. He rested his chin on your shoulder and whispered your name. He nuzzled closer into you and placed a gentle kiss against your hair.
You turned to face him. "Steve..." Your lips crashed against his.
You released the hand that held up your towel and gripped his perfect hair.
"Mh." He struggled to speak into your lips as he fell back against the pillow. "I don't know what it is about you." He pulled you overtop of him and threw the towel to the floor.
His firm hands started moving, fingers tickling the back of your neck. He stroked your hair down your back. Your mouth found his repeatedly. Moving your heads from side to side. The room was filled with the sounds of soft rain from the open window and spit clicking against skin.
His hands continued trailing down you. From the ends of your hair to every divot in your spine. Gracing the arch of your body, placing his palm down whilst finding your hips. Your skin was soft and damp.
You started pulling away from his lips. Leaving butterfly kisses with your eyelashes while lowering your face to his neck. Your right hand was placed on his chest, which quickly traveled to his sweatpants. Tugging them down to reveal a happy trail. His bulge was hard against your thigh. Big and firm. You whispered into his neck. "Let's get these off."
His need to appease you hit him like a brick. "Ok-ok." He tugged them down, leaning up a little bit to slide them off of his feet.
You could feel your heart pulse inside you, wetting your clit. You set your folds against his big stiff dick. No on, just against while fully straddling his body.
You tugged on his shirt too. "And let's make this fair."
Steve lifted his shirt from his shoulders as quickly as possible. Revealing the gashes covering his torso. He discarded his clothes to the floor.
Your fingers skimmed the skin raised on his sides. You brought your body away from his and backed down. Your lips landed against his scars, scattering delicate kisses all over him. Your warm mouth trailed away, landing on his throbbing tip. It was firm against your lips. Soft kisses turned into kitten licks.
Steve threw his head back and moaned into the humid air. Everything was dim. He tried to focus on your face as you put the tip in your mouth. Sucking a little harder with each motion. He twitched a little, unsuccessfully fighting off a groan.
You pulled away from his dick and watched pathetic little dribbles of pre-cum. You licked it off. The salty aftertaste settled on your tongue. You crawled up the bed and came face to face.
His hands dug into your waist, pulling your belly flesh against him. Your hunger for him was making you salivate. Your lips lingered over his as you gathered it up in your mouth. You leaned down, mere inches from his mouth and spit into his teeth.
His doe eyes softened as he let out a little noise- causing the heat in your belly rise.
You lowered yourself, reaching a hand down to line him up. His head slid easily into your slick entrance.
You moaned into his mouth as he thrusted up. Slow and easy.
"Mh, Just the tip, o-ok?" He struggled to keep his voice quiet. His hands continued digging into your sides
"I can handle it." You reassured him. You slid a little further down. You moaned into his neck, louder than expected.
He raised a hand to your tit. Cupping the side while rubbing gentle circles across your nipple with his thumb.
"Oh, fuck..." You didn't know what urge was stronger; to berate desperate moans out of him, or give out on your knees and let him manhandle you.
He regained focus for a split second. "You okay?"
"Yeah, y-you're just so big. I-" Your face scrunched a little. Fighting to stay focused on his expressions.
He stopped mid-pump. "Hey- You can do it babygirl. I know you can take it, ok?"
You took a deep breath. "Mhm-Ok, will you h-help me."
"Of course I will. Hey-" His voice was like velvet. "Have you done this before?" His hand stopped caressing your nipple. The other hand loosened a little on your side. His eyes were lost in yours.
You nodded, trying to talk through the pressure in your gut. "Uh- yeah. Two times. M-my ex, he uh, uhm-"
"He wasn't very helpful, huh?" Steve's eyebrows did that funny little thing they did when he was deeply concerned.
"Yeah..." You whimpered.
He looked back and forth between your lips and eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"
You raised your voice. "No." You lowered it again and seductively whispered against his mouth. "I want you to fuck me. Just need some help. I-"
He bobbed his head up and down, silently agreeing, empathy still lining his eyes. His lips sprung to yours. Planting a deep kiss over your mouth. Your bodies were glued together. Sweat slid down his forehead from the summer heat.
He plucked his lips away and started whispering. "I'm gonna push a little more, ready?"
You nodded in agreement. Squeezing your eyes closed, knees locking under you.
His grip on you tightened as he brought your body down harder against him with a long and slow thrust.
Your loud whines filled the room as he slid deeper. Your pussy swallowed him up.
His finger slid down your ass, resting beside your vagina- All to make sure he wasn't hurting you as he found a rhythm. His finger felt your cum coating him, dripping down his balls.
He took a few slow and steady pumps in and out. He let you squirm overtop of him, feeling every ridge grazing your walls. His big arms steadied your shaking body. You whimpered against his wet skin as the pressure began to grow and release.
"You ready for me to go a little harder, babygirl?" He scattered soft kisses across your cheeks and nose.
"Mhm, ready"
He pumped faster. In and out, finding a pace. Your pussy sucked him a little deeper each time. Your lips quivered. You couldn't tell if it was the nerves, the nicotine withdrawal, or the deep thrusts into your belly, but your body shook in little tremors.
Steve took quick notice of your shaking. He was doing everything he could to savor this moment. He kissed you hard, mashing your lips together.
As he pulled himself out of you he pulled away from the kisses. You took a deep breath as he exited. He continued guiding you through his every move. "I'm gonna flip you, ok?"
Before you could even respond He rolled you underneath him. You were cradled in his arms. Even his bed head looked perfect. You were lost in him. Admiring each line painting his face, absolutely starstruck that this fantasy was playing out.
He hovered over you, his wet tip easily slid back inside. He started grinding deep and slow. You couldn't hold back each helpless moan.
He lowered his chest to yours, close enough to feel a heartbeat. "You're doin' so good." He kissed the edge of your mouth in between words. "So wet. All for me."
Chills consumed you in waves the deeper he sank. You struggled to speak. "Ah-I feel you. In my tummy."
He brought a hand through the valley between your shoulder blades and settled at the base of your neck. Making sure your bodies didn't separate too far. He continued slowly grinding, struggling to speak through low grunts. "I'm in your tummy baby. Mh-i'm gonna go deeper." He squeezed your neck slightly, causing your chin to raise. "Shh, relax. I promised to take care of you."
Your breaths continuously caught in your throat, releasing only tiny pathetic noises. You struggled to swallow. Your feet fought to lift into the air. You interlocked them behind his back, squeezing him tight with your legs. "Ah-Are you gonna cum?"
His jaw hit the pillow. He whimpered next to your ear. "Soon." He raised up a little. His dripping cock soaked deeper with each push. The wet sounds were louder by the second.
Your jaw dropped as you relaxed, letting an orgasm overcome you. You struggled to bring words together. "Cu-"
He rolled his hips harder, taunting you as words sat on the tip of your tongue. "What is it, sweet girl?" He smirked into your cheek.
"Cum in me." You confessed.
He lifted his head in disbelief, still grinding steadily into you. "Is that what you want?"
"Mhm." You bit your lip, holding back another noise.
He lifted himself and gripped the soft skin under your thigh. He pushed it into the bed beside your head. A tickling chill consumed you.
His dick running in and out of you had you overheating. You were sopping from head to toe, hair still wet from the bath.
He was dripping too, covered in your cum. Sweating from such a workout. Moaning into the muggy air from the rush of the moment.
His balls smacked against your cunt. He sat up more. One hand pressing your leg into the mattress, the other moved towards your clit. He drew lazy circles with his thumb.
Your sounds guided him towards your sweet spot. An orgasm overstimulated you. You bit your lip, attempting to hide this one. It was slightly embarrassing that he could provoke you so easily.
His breath caught. He whimpered while sinking as deep as he could. Overcome with existential bliss. Reality was hitting him. You were his first wet dream, the person he daydreamed about when he missed... not important. Not anymore. You were his new muse. And now, the first person he couldn't resist going this deep on. Your body sucked him up to the base. "M' gonna cum, babygirl-"
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your vision was overcome with stars. Exactly the state he wanted to leave you in.
His palm stamped flat against your damp belly. He moaned your name under his breath. His eyes glazed over
You felt every ounce of him pouring into you. The tip of his cock poked your stomach. You couldn't contain it now, groaning out in equal parts pain & pleasure.
He very slowly pulled out. He threw his head back and let out a breath of relief. The hand placed on your thigh slid down your body. He dipped his thumb over your soaked pussy, confirming to himself that you were satisfied.
Your wrist laid atop your forearm, both hands resting above your head. You were left hot and heaving.
He watched as your chest rose and fell in front of him. "Did so good for me." He tried to catch his breath. "Ya' ok?"
You couldn't get out a clear word, just a little whined response. "Yea."
He stretched his arms then gently placed your legs down beside him. He crawled up the bed and collapsed beside you. The only thing he fantasized about more than your satisfaction, was your skin. How he'd always imagined your ass soft and squishy pressed against his crotch. He was finally getting exactly what he wanted.
He leaned over and nuzzled his nose against yours. "We need to get you all cleaned up, pretty girl."
You smiled. Feeling like a kid, looking up at the one person you'd do anything for. "Again?" Your big eyes focused on his expression.
He was looking at your glossy lips with a hand entangled in your wavy hair. "Yes again, we made a mess."
He pressed delicate kisses against your top lip, you both struggled for a little air.
You moved your arms, now cradling his head in your hands- recentering his attention. Once his eyes caught your gaze, you spoke. Saying the most reckless string of words in such a fragile manner.
Ok i'm off to do my domestic duties. Just gonna leave this here...
SUMMARY: Steve can't get enough of you, his pillow princess.
STEVE HARRINGTON X MUNSON READER SERIES: Feel free to start reading from whichever chapter you want! (Literally 0 background is needed here)
MDNI TW: Smut, PTSD, pnv, bodily fluids, p and a, overstim., cream, spit, breeding!kink, dirty talk, fingering, sleepy sx, dom!Steve, bigdick!Steve, territorial!Steve, traumatized!Steve.
Chapter 26⭐️
Obsession
June 19th 1986
1:25am
An old quilt was draped over you and Steve while snuggled up on your couch. Only the low ticking of a clock and white noise from the ceiling fan could be heard.
Your hand was resting on Steve's chest, under his shirt. Your skin was sticky against his. Your leg was propped up over his torso, and your head was resting right next to his.
You both couldn't help but cling onto each other. It was a natural part of your personality.
He had an arm under you, reaching to your back where his hand clutched your ass cheek under your panties. One finger itched dangerously further down. His other arm was pressed flat on your back, forcing you to cuddle as close as possible. You could feel his bulge on the inside of your thigh.
The skin contact combined with everything else was making your head spin. He had wrecked you earlier. You knew better. But in your foggy and tired state, your legs instinctively scooted closer to him.
You wiggled your hips a bit, gaining the attention of his hand.
His eyes opened a sliver. He was still half asleep.
You rolled your hips again, this time a little more intentional.
His lips clicked as he spoke with a course and tired voice. "You need s'more love?"
"Maybe-" You whined.
His hand traveled further down your crack. He petted the wet spot in your undies with the back of his nails. A few fingers grazed your lips, still puffy and soaked. "You sure i'm not gonna hurt you?"
"I can handle it, please?" You pouted.
His index and middle finger caressed your clit. "Poor baby, still dripping with my cum."
You shifted your thigh and lowered your hand to his tummy. Fighting the waistband of his pants to touch his fully hardened dick. You thumbed the slit, causing a low moan to escape from his throat.
Your soft voice blew a few stray hairs next to his ear. "Need'ta fill me up again."
"Oh, I need to?" He teased, pushing two fingers up your soaked cunt.
Your surprised, pitchy moan cut through the air.
His fingers dug deep, pulling out semen in sticky splashes. His thumb rubbed over your clit. Your moaning against his neck only fueled the fire.
Oh, the things he had been dreaming of doing to you. Since his crush on you in 9th grade, since the first time you approached him with tears in your eyes, since the party. God, the party. He took his time with you earlier, making sure each thrust elicited a noise. He was so focused on your comfort during your first time together, that his urges took a back seat. At this point, he was just waiting for the OK to tantalize you.
"Use me. I'm all yours." You confessed.
And he finally had it. He turned his head, finding your mouth with his. The wet, distracted, slobbery kisses he planted completely melted you. Your tongue gently played with his.
He pulled his hand away, making you whimper at his absence. He struggled to get his lips away from you- "Mh-Get flat on your belly."
Your eyes widened as you read the seriousness in his face. "Wha- Ok."
He shoved your body off of his and got up from the couch, giving you room to lay down.
"Now." He demanded with calm intention.
You obliged. You sunk your hands underneath the pillow, your face on it, and the rest of you, flat against the couch.
"Good girl."
His eyes wandered over you. He craved the sight of your body. He kneeled on the ground, arms hovering over your back. His warm fingers trailed the arch of your spine, pushing your baggy shirt to your shoulder blades. The lines he traced over your bare skin felt like TV static. Each touch louder than the next, sending clouds to your brain. Your anticipation grew with every tingle- your body panting from the absence between your thighs. He continued slowly exposing you.
His hands focused on your hips. His fingers flicked under the sides of your panties. Your head was spinning now. You feared he could see how saturated the wet spot on your undies had become. He creepily scooted them to your knees. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your back. Leaving a breathy smooch over your shivering skin. Then, continued removing your panties from your legs, discarding them to the floor.
He stood up and pulled his sweatpants off. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his already twitching cock.
He took a seat, straddling your hips. His balls rested against the base of your puss. With focused eyes he admired every curve of your body. Your perky butt poked up at the air.
He gripped the fat on your ass, admiring all that was his. He spit into his other hand and slathered it over his throbbing dick.
The tip tickled the outside of your entrance for just a moment before pushing inside, forcing a relieved moan out of both of you. You gasped into the pillow. It was just the tip.
How had you already forgotten how big he was. Fluttering heat rose in your stomach as you anticipated him in full.
He didn't push any further, not yet. Instead his hand slid over your crack. His thumb, wet with spit, stroked down the fold of your cunt as he sat inside of you. Then, scooted up a little, carefully fingering the puckered skin of your other hole. "Gotta make sure all of you is taken care of, princess."
You whimpered into your pillow, gripping it tighter for comfort as he pushed his thumb gradually inside of you. Your bones felt hot as you trembled from the overstimulating pressure.
He began to move his hips, barely pushing in response to your tightening grip. Your swollen entrance audibly protested his presence, spitting out and coating him. He mumbled various curses under his breath while distrusting such a desired reality. His thumb was moving in gentle circles- readying you for more pressure.
Helpless cries escaped into your pillow while squirming under his grip.
He groped your ass, tight, motioning your body a little closer as he pumped slow into your pussy. Halfway there.
"That's my girl." He muttered. Brows furrowed, chin tight.
Your skin ached from the combined pressure. You were hopeless. There was no point in forcing away your sounds.
Steve was already on the brink of orgasm. He twinged inside of you. He needed to shift his focus in the hopes of lasting longer. He concentrated on your hips. How his hand clenched at your fat.
The sensation of his hand flexing over your skin, flung him into a memory.
The roll of his wrist, flexing of fingers, light falling between each digit. Head on the floor, blood caked into his hair. Regaining stability. Every detail flooded his head like a newly busted pipe.
He remembered jumping to his feet, reeling his arm back, and forcing every bit of weight forward with a fist.
The worst part was the adrenaline. Only fear could prompt a punch that powerful. A dull sinking in his chest that grew deeper by the second. It was too familiar.
Deciphering when and where the memory came from, was damn impossible. That dull feeling propelled Steve at many points in the past. The acknowledgment of it tugged at his chest, here and now.
A raspy sobbed moan shot into your pillow as you adjusted to Steve's stiff movement.
He regained focus, adrenaline dripping down his spine. Warm summer air filled his lungs. The comfort of being inside of you erased the flashbacks. He sighed with relief. "Y-you're okay babygirl."
His eyes squeezed shut. He deliberately pushed as deep into you as he could. Desperate to ease you both.
You couldn't help but raise onto your forearms, struggling to not twitch. The movement brought a few high-pitched gasps out of you.
Steve's eyes flickered over you, assessing your movement. He was observant with you. Careful with your body.
The hand resting on your ass moved to your waist. Steve's hand gripping your ribs, made you feel tiny. His girth poked against your guts. Your insides felt suffocated. Tears rolled down your cheeks- as a result of every pressure point in your belly being overwhelmed.
Little by little his thumb backed out of your hole. You whined, fussing at his exit.
He continued thrusting. His skin slapped against your plush cheeks. Your slick dripped down his thighs with each swing of force.
He slapped your ass, drowning out his thoughts with sound. You held back a high animated grunt, breath hitching in your throat. That was it. All he needed to release.
He whimpered, choking on his breath. His jaw unclenched, his hands loosened around you. His head spun faster than the rickety ceiling fan as he released inside of you.
You felt heavy with his fluid. Static energy swirling, sticky skin tethered to the quilt under you.
He gripped your damp back, feeling the sweat pooled in your arch. He fell on his heels behind you. He was exasperated, manually breathing, examining the damages.
His semen dripped through your thighs in long strings of drool. Your hair clung to your damp neck. You felt defeated. Not at all loss, just overwhelmingly worn out. Your cunt pulsed, adjusting to the absence of Steve.
"'Did so good for me... So good." He bragged to himself, only fueling his obsession. A new found fixation on reality.
You propped yourself on your side, back to the couch cushions, giving him room to lay down.
He turned, laid back, and let his head hit the pillow.
You studied the expression painting his face. Wide eyes, heavy pants, jawline moist and prickly with stubble.
You placed a careful hand on his chest, meditating his breath. "Ya' ok, baby?"
With dewy eyes, he glanced up at you. "Yeah, Im ok. I'm here with you." As if it were as clear as fact.
You pecked his cheeks, kisses whisking away the rest of his worry.
Every tick and movement of yours tugged at his heart. He knew it was time. Time to tell you the truth. About the upside down, the countless battles he'd lost, the reasons for his scars, everything.
He just wanted to watch you taste freedom in the humid air- to live in a light-hearted summer romance for a little longer. It wasn't your fault that you fell for him. He almost felt like he shouldn't have let it happen. But he did. And he fell harder. So it was only fair, to let you into his life. To risk everything for the truth.
steve’s thrusts were relentless, the sturdy bed shaking under you as he fucked you. your whines rang in his ears and echoed through the room along with the sound of skin slapping. he bites his plump bottom lip, harshly trying to hide the smile fighting to be seen. a shit-eating grin sure to grace his face sooner rather than later. “steve fuck–go slow,” you whine, plead even, nails clawing at the skin of his arm, leaving a bruising mark. his hands grip your waist tighter, and his thrusts do anything but ease up, but his face softens as if he had pity for you.” i thought you wanted this, though? you begged and begged for it. now you’re complaining? want me to stop?” he coos, bringing a hand up to caress your face. his calloused palm is cold against your heated face, the temperature difference making you wince as if he’d hit you. you put on a dangerous pout as you sulk into the sheets, regretting your choice of words earlier as you take each deep thrust, your pussy internally begging for mercy. your leg ached from being hitched up on his shoulder, and sweat covered your body, but you didn't really want him to stop. just wanted a drop of sympathy. to make up for his roughness. he mimicked your pout with a head tilt, mocking you with no shame. you clenched at how bad it turned you on, feeling every inch of him times ten. “no fuck–please don’t stop i can take it.” you almost cry, the thought of him even going slower makes your stomach twist. he smiles down at you and then at your stomach, angling himself so he’s deeper than before and perfectly fit inside you, making your stomach bulge. “ i couldn’t stop if i tried. look how deep i am, baby. t’slike you were made for me,” he praises, fucking you harder than before with a guttural groan.
your pussy ached in your thin panties, the rough fabric of steve’s jeans making you gasp. he groans as he looks down at you, and where you meet, a wet patch forms on his jeans from how wet you are. his cock nearly burst out of his pants as you grind desperately against him, chasing an orgasm you shouldn’t want but couldn’t help but crave. one of your hands rested on his thigh while the other held his big arm, stabilizing yourself on his crotch. you could feel the imprint of his thick cock poking at your pussy, teasing you. “fuck we shouldn’t be doing this,” he grunts, intensely looking at your fucked out face. a deep moan slipped from his mouth as he rocked you against him, large hands getting comfortable on your waist. “i want it stevie, so bad don’t make me stop,” you plead, giving him the puppiest of eyes, knowing he couldn’t resist you. all you wanted was for him to give in and bend you over his king sized bed that he made love to his almost ex wife in and made a beautiful daughter. you wanted to be the one filled to the brim with his cum and having his children despite the age gap. your hips snap with eager as you practically ride him, humping and rutting on him. your sweet moans couldn’t be contained in the moment, face contorting and jaw slack. he brings his hand up to your jaw and glides his thumb over the skin before holding your head upright and bringing the same thumb to your lips and making you suck. you swirl your tongue around the digit before sucking like it were his cock. all messy and filled with saliva. “you’re going to be the death of me,” he breathes, bucking his hips up into yours.
Steve loved his girlfriend. She was the light of his life and his absolute best friend. What he really loved, though? Was when she was laid out on his lap horizontally, legs open and pulled back.
He couldn’t get enough of your soft whimpers into his stomach when he played with you, when your delicate hands would fist his shirt when you were crying.
The crying wasn’t his favourite thing, but it had to be done. Who else would push his girl past what she thought was enough to make sure she was really taken care of?
He started off like usual, your back and hips laid on his thighs, naked as he spread open your legs. He pushed them up so they would fold and you kept them there out of instinct.
His fingers rubbed the outside of your cunt as his first proper touch, all the way from your clit to the bottom of your soft hole. It made you whimper and he smiled.
That lasted a little while, rubbing and rubbing to get you wet enough to take 2 of his thick fingers.
That was the next bit, Steve stuffing his fingers into your poor cunt. Your whines didn’t slow him and he hushed you sweetly.
“Shhh, sweetheart. They’re big, huh? Feels okay?”
You had, what he thought, was the cutest little frown on your face when you nodded. He kissed your forehead and began to scissor his fingers inside you. He felt the sponginess of your walls give way under the pressure and he almost wanted to moan along with you.
Your body made quiet, wet sounds as he played. They weren’t obscene like a porno, but instead they were almost endearing; an audible manifestation of Steve caring for you.
He rubbed your cervix with the rough pads of his fingers and you whimpered. “I know, y’got such a small pussy, hm? can touch your womb with just my fingers…” His voice trailed as he got a bit caught up imagination. He stopped touching that part of you when you started crying, though. He knew you didn’t need to be doing that just yet.
His fingers were slick when he pulled them from you, and he made you clean them off by shoving them into your mouth. You didn’t like the salty taste of it, you never did, but it was okay because it was something Steve wanted you to do.
The saliva was spread on your lips before he leaned down and gave you a kiss. His tongue poked into your mouth and you hummed happily. You really liked when he would kiss you, it felt so intimate.
A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth at your happy sound. “That’s my good girl.”
He indulged you a bit more than usual by letting the kiss last a few minutes instead of a few seconds. Blushing, you thanked him.
God, you were so adorable.
“It’s no problem, baby. Want you to like this.” He mumbled into a final kiss before sitting back up and laying his large hand fully over your cunt.
Truth be told, this wasn’t your favourite part of the week, and Steve knew that. He knew you’d always try to get out of it with an excuse or try to book a busy evening for the two of you, but he never let you get out of it. You had to have your nervous system reset once a week, he would say adamantly. You weren’t sure how true that was, but you decided to believe him because why would he lie to you?
Steve also believed it to be true.
He came to the conclusion that it needed to be done when you started to get bratty on Thursdays. He wanted to help so he fucked you so long on Wednesday night that you couldn’t walk right the next day. You seemed more chipper and easy to be around that Thursday, so he did it the week after as well. The pattern was clear to him so he kept doing it—although modified so he didn’t immobilize you every week.
His hand gently moved back and forth over your skin between your legs, gentle touches to get you worked up. “Gonna make you come now, ‘kay?” He warned in a loving voice.
You gave a weak nod.
The pressure on your clit made you squirm in his lap; you were never good at dealing with pleasure. His arm cradling your body pulled you tighter to him to stop your struggling.
He pushed the pad of his thumb hard on your bundle of nerves and you made a crying sound. That’s always how he found it.
Rubbing in loose circles to keep from overstimulating you too quickly, he could feel you pulsing beneath his touch.
Slowly, he tightened the circles and cooed a loving assurance to you when you couldn’t stop whimpering and shifting your hips.
“S’okay, sweetheart. Doing s’good for me…”
The overwhelming feeling made your insides clench up before releasing in an equally overwhelming way.
He held you close as you came for the first time, whispering affirmations into your silky hair that he’d helped to style that morning.
When your breathing evened out more and your body stopped trembling so much, he pushed his fingers back inside and slid them in and out.
You whine and attempted to push his hand away, feeling over sensitive.
“No, baby. M’sorry but I gotta keep going. Y’know that.” He frowned, his voice soft but stern.
Wanting to scream and cry to get him to stop but being too shaky to do so, you gave up and took the body of his shirt into your fists, squeezing weakly to distract from his ministrations.
He placed his thumb on your clit again and rubbed while his fingers continued to work your hole. Tears filled your eyes and you buried your face in his bicep.
This wasn’t ever easy for you, he knew that, but he went through with it everytime nonetheless.
His fingers worked you to another overstimulated orgasm as you cried. And another, and another, and more and more until your eyes began to lull and your sobs began to quiet into a trembling chest.
Your body was so exhausted and your nervous system was so fried that you were on the brink of passing out. That was Steve’s cue to stop.
He removed his fingers from your poor, now swollen cunt and rubbed over it lovingly, now to soothe instead of stimulate. He turned you so he could see your face and you looked so fucked out. Your eyes were pink and puffy and your cheeks were flushed and tear stained.
It made his heart ache a little to see you like that, but it’s what had to be done.
He laid you down on the cushiony bed and propped himself up on his elbow beside you. “D’you want me to clean you up?”
His voice was so gentle…
You shook your head weakly, not wanting him to touch you between your legs anymore than he already had.
He nodded, understanding and respecting your wishes as he pulled the soft duvet over your body and cuddled up next to you.
“You did really good today, by the way…” He added in a whisper as he kissed your head and finally let you rest.
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Summary: After a long week, Steve just wants to release the built up tension like he usually does.
Warning: MDNI 18+, unprotected, pinv, more porn than plot
The front door clicked shut with a heavy thud, cutting off the noise from the bar downtown that had been echoing through your head for the past few hours. You leaned back against the wall and kicked off your heels. They landed somewhere in the hallway, but that was tomorrow’s problem. Your feet ached like hell, everytime wondering why you go out in heels anymore.
Steve was already halfway up the stairs, the top buttons of his shirt popped open and untucked from his trousers. The alcohol making the tension of a week of hard work leave his body, exam week was not for the faint hearted. Steve had been doing his usual coaching throughout the week as well as longer hours at the school, helping some of the kids prepare for their tests. They were long days so when he finally got out at a reasonable time for a Friday, you took your friends offer on heading into town for a few drinks.
You followed him into your bedroom, the air smelling faintly of the vanilla candle you'd lit that morning and Steve's cologne. You reached behind your back to unzip the dress, letting it drop to the floor and stepping out of it. You caught your reflection in the dresser mirror, hair slightly frizzy and eyeliner smudged just enough to look deliberate rather than messy. When you first moved to Hawkins, Steve mentioned the summer heat was crazy but you underestimated how crazy.
You unhooked your bra, letting your boobs fall free. Steve was already in bed, propped up against the headboard watching you. He patted the empty space beside him, the bedding rustling as he shifted his weight. You slid under the covers and curled into his side, your head resting on his chest. His hand came up to stroke your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, the scent of whiskey and his cologne filling your nose. It was comfortable, a silence that usually preceded sleep, but not tonight. His hand drifted from your hair down your spine before settling on your hip, his grip firm.
He shifted, rolling onto his side to face you. He didn't say a word, just hooked his thumb into the waistband of your panties and tugged. You lifted your hips to help him, the lace sliding down your legs and off your ankles. He kicked them away somewhere under the sheets. You felt him hard against your stomach. He lifted your leg, draping it over his hip, opening you up to him. There was nothing before, no teasing fingers to prepare the way. He just lined himself up and pushed inside slowly.
You gasped at the sudden stretch burning slightly as he bottomed out, burying himself all the way. He didn't move. He just stayed there, his hips flush against yours, his breathing messy. This was the routine he liked after a long night, feeling himself inside you. You squeezed around him, involuntary but enough that he groaned. "Relax" he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and alcohol. "Just feel it, keep me warm”.
You tried to obey, focusing on the sensation of the fullness but you wanted nothing more for him to move. You could feel the wetness gathering, your body reacting to him despite the lack of movement. It was a simmering arousal that built in the pit of your stomach.
Minutes ticked by, occassionslly you felt a twitch from him, a movement of his hips that drove him a little deeper everytime even thought it was near enough impossible. Your breath hitched and he knew, so he did it again, a slow grind that rubbed against your clit. You dug your nails into his shoulder, silently begging for more from him. He chuckled faintly and pulled back slightly, only to push back in even slower. The rhythm was agonizingly slow. He wasn't fucking you, he was just existing inside you.
"Steve" you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. He knew. He knew exactly what he was doing. He stopped moving entirely, holding himself perfectly still while you clenched around him, desperate for movement. You whined in frustration, bucking your hips, but he held you firm. "Not yet" he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.
The denial of it made you want it even more. He waited until your breathing evened out, until he started again. This time, there was no stopping. He pulled out until just the tip remained, then slammed back in, hard and deep. The force knocked the air out of your lungs, not expecting it at all. He set a rhythm as you leant back further, trying to get the best angle as he fucked you, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. The bedframe creaked and you held on, your fingers digging into anything you could grab as he drove into you.
"I'm gonna fill you up yeah baby? Been sat inside you too long" his rhythm faltering more with each word. He buried his face sideways into the pillow, and with a groan, he thrusted deep one last time and held himself there. You felt him pulse, his cum coating your insides, the sensation of it all triggering your own orgasm, clamping around him. Still twitching inside you as the aftershocks faded.
You could feel the mess leaking out, a wet reminder of what just happened. He didn't pull out. He just held you, his breathing slowing, his heart racing against yours as he pulled you back towards him. The silence returned, but now it was heavy with satisfaction, the earlier tension gone. You closed your eyes, letting sleep take you, still full of him.
steves hands were warm and firm on your hips, holding you against him as you laid tangled together on the top of his bed. you’d been making out for what felt like hours, his mouth moving smoothly and confidently in a way that made your head spin. you could feel the hard lines of his body pressed against you, and the even harder line of his erection straining in his jeans on your thigh. you could also feel the tension in his muscles where your hand rested on his shoulder, the other one tangling in his perfect hair. it was clear how much he was holding back. he’d been so patient, never pushing, and never asking questions when you began to pull away before things got too far.
“god, you’re so beautiful” he murmured against your lips before kissing you again.
“you’re.. really handsome, steve” you said shyly. a faint blush on your cheekbones. steves lips quirked into a soft smile. he’d been called handsome plenty of times, but something about the sincerity in your tone felt different than anyone before you “you make me feel like i am”
he leaned in again, his mouth more intentional now. his hand sliding down to rest on your upper thigh before you broke the kiss breathlessly and shifted slightly away. “steve.. we.. we should stop”
he stilled instantly. “okay…. okay. we can stop” he shifted slightly, trying to adjust his very noticeable boner aching in his denim. “im sorry it’s just i…”
his voice was so soft, so reassuring “it’s just me. you can tell me anything, baby”
after a long contemplative silence, you whispered nervously “i’ve never.. done this.. before”
his eyes widened slightly at your admission, everything clicking into place for him. “hey… that’s really special. thank you for telling me.” he kissed your forehead gently. “we don’t have to do anything, but if you want to.. ill be so gentle with you. i promise”
“i do.. i do. want to.” you stammered over your words.
after he asked you a million times if you were sure, said that he would wait, and that there was no pressure. you began kissing again, more deliberately this time as his hands slid under your shirt. his fingers tracing the delicate skin gently, working their way up to push your shirt off entirely, then pulling his off as well.
his hands began to lightly cup at your breasts, his thumb gently circling your nipple. the new pressure and sensation causing you to gasp against his lips. his bare chest began to press slightly against yours. the dark patch of his chest hair rubbed against your skin, and the trail that lead further down looked so inviting.
“just looking at you makes me…” he cut himself off with a shake of his head as he began unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them off along with your panties, kissing the skin of your neck softly. steves beautiful brown eyes traveled the length of your body slowly with such a clear heat in his eyes. “you are so beautiful it hurts.. and you’re trusting me with..” he let out a low groan as he leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to your stomach and hips, traveling lower.
“steve… just please.. gentle” your voice was trusting, but you couldn’t help the nervous shake.
“i know, sweetheart. i know.. i just wanna make you feel good” as he said it, you felt his thumb find your clit. pleasure you’ve never known before began to spike through your body making you gasp.
a smile touched his lips, clearly pleased with the immediate response your body had to his touch. “you like that? yeah?” you let out a soft whimper in response. his head leaned down, and his tongue replaced his thumb. your hands flied to grip at that perfect hair of his, eyelids fluttering as his tongue began to move slowly against your entrance. teasing your clit softly before tracing your folds with the tip of his tongue. your hips were jerking involuntarily against his face, body thrumming with heat as he groaned against you.
“you taste so sweet, baby. wanna stay here forever.. making you feel good” his fingers came up to gently tease your entrance. pressing against you and parting you, but not pushing inside yet. spreading your wetness all over your pussy “i wanna feel you.. i’ll go so slow” he sounded desperate and needy, you’d never heard this tone from him and as soon you as did, you felt the unfamiliar heat in your body tighten in your stomach.
“okay… okay” he nodded once and his body moved up to cover yours while his hand drifted to his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers off. “relax for me, i’ve got you. alright? ive got you.” his voice soothed the anxiety coursing through your veins. “im relaxed. im relaxing for you” you tried to sound reassuring for him, but the shudder that ran through your body once you looked down at his hard thick cock betrayed you.
he positioned himself carefully above you before his cock pushed inside of you just an inch, the immediate stretch was a blur of pain and pleasure. one of his hands was on your hip as he settled onto one elbow above you. one of your hands settled on his bicep, gripping tightly at the tense muscles. the other was gripping the sheets under you. you let out a long whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as steve leaned down and kissed your eyelids over and over again. “shhh, ive got you” his voice was strained, his own need causing his body to tremble. you knew this wasn’t the usual way steve had sex, and it was taking everything in him to hold back for you. he began pushing in further as you let out a sharp gasp, hips rolling with just a few inches inside of you. you let out a slow breath “okay.. okay that’s- that’s good, baby”, assuming he was fully inside. his head leaned down to whisper in your ear, a hint of amusement and arousal in his tone “this isn’t even half of me, honey”
a moan escaped your lips at the thought, the sound surprising both of you, and it seemed to snap some of his control. his hips drove in slightly deeper “shit- you’re gripping me.” a low moan left his throat as he pressed his forehead to yours, panting against your lips, and began thrusting slightly harder. the pace causing you to jolt under him. “ perfect little pussy just sucking me in… god, i can’t get enough of you.”
“st-steve” your moan was choked off as the full length of his thick cock was thrusting inside of you, your body overwhelmed with feelings you’ve never known. every nerve screaming in a mixture of intense pleasure and pain.
he quickly realized how deep he was, how quickly the full length of his cock invaded your walls, so he pulled out slightly and began a slow gentle rythym again, murmuring against your lips as he left soft kisses all over your face “im sorry, honey.. im sorry.. you’re just so wet and tight. such a good girl f’me, giving me your virginity, letting me make you mine”
“yours.. im all yours, steve” you turned your head to kiss him softly, gasping softly into his mouth as your hands moved to claw at his back until your fingernails dug into the skin, making him inhale sharply.
“my sweet girl making these sweet sounds for me” his hand moved to begin to rub soft tight circles against your clit. overstimulating your body as you began to tremble uncontrollably underneath him. a choked sound escaped him, his rhythm faltering when you began to pulse and clench around his thick cock. his thrusts were so slow and gentle but deep, so deep. you could feel every shift of him deep inside of you. you could feel yourself clenching around him desperately, reeling him back in as soon as he began to pull out an inch just to thrust back in just as gently.
you ran your hands from his shoulders to his chest, tightening your hands in his chest hair as you felt your first orgasm begin to wrack your body from under steve.
“you- you’re gonna make me cum, honey.. oh fuck.. i love you.. i love you” the words spilled out of him as his cum coated the inside of your pussy, foreign and impossibly sincere.
your eyes glistened as you looked up at him as he confessed his love while taking your purity. he collapsed gently on top of you, forehead pressing against yours, whispering it over and over against your lips. his voice was tender and vulnerable.
“i love you too, steve. so much”
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i love my boyfriend steeb. likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ♡
I'm taking another short break from writing bc I've been super swamped and feeling generally uninspired lately. I swear i miss writing and reading fics so much. BUT THINGS KEEP HAPPENING IRL AND I CANT PROCESS IT ALL
Ok i'm off to do my domestic duties. Just gonna leave this here...
SUMMARY: Steve can't get enough of you, his pillow princess.
STEVE HARRINGTON X MUNSON READER SERIES: Feel free to start reading from whichever chapter you want! (Literally 0 background is needed here)
MDNI TW: Smut, PTSD, pnv, bodily fluids, p and a, overstim., cream, spit, breeding!kink, dirty talk, fingering, sleepy sx, dom!Steve, bigdick!Steve, territorial!Steve, traumatized!Steve.
Chapter 26⭐️
Obsession
June 19th 1986
1:25am
An old quilt was draped over you and Steve while snuggled up on your couch. Only the low ticking of a clock and white noise from the ceiling fan could be heard.
Your hand was resting on Steve's chest, under his shirt. Your skin was sticky against his. Your leg was propped up over his torso, and your head was resting right next to his.
You both couldn't help but cling onto each other. It was a natural part of your personality.
He had an arm under you, reaching to your back where his hand clutched your ass cheek under your panties. One finger itched dangerously further down. His other arm was pressed flat on your back, forcing you to cuddle as close as possible. You could feel his bulge on the inside of your thigh.
The skin contact combined with everything else was making your head spin. He had wrecked you earlier. You knew better. But in your foggy and tired state, your legs instinctively scooted closer to him.
You wiggled your hips a bit, gaining the attention of his hand.
His eyes opened a sliver. He was still half asleep.
You rolled your hips again, this time a little more intentional.
His lips clicked as he spoke with a course and tired voice. "You need s'more love?"
"Maybe-" You whined.
His hand traveled further down your crack. He petted the wet spot in your undies with the back of his nails. A few fingers grazed your lips, still puffy and soaked. "You sure i'm not gonna hurt you?"
"I can handle it, please?" You pouted.
His index and middle finger caressed your clit. "Poor baby, still dripping with my cum."
You shifted your thigh and lowered your hand to his tummy. Fighting the waistband of his pants to touch his fully hardened dick. You thumbed the slit, causing a low moan to escape from his throat.
Your soft voice blew a few stray hairs next to his ear. "Need'ta fill me up again."
"Oh, I need to?" He teased, pushing two fingers up your soaked cunt.
Your surprised, pitchy moan cut through the air.
His fingers dug deep, pulling out semen in sticky splashes. His thumb rubbed over your clit. Your moaning against his neck only fueled the fire.
Oh, the things he had been dreaming of doing to you. Since his crush on you in 9th grade, since the first time you approached him with tears in your eyes, since the party. God, the party. He took his time with you earlier, making sure each thrust elicited a noise. He was so focused on your comfort during your first time together, that his urges took a back seat. At this point, he was just waiting for the OK to tantalize you.
"Use me. I'm all yours." You confessed.
And he finally had it. He turned his head, finding your mouth with his. The wet, distracted, slobbery kisses he planted completely melted you. Your tongue gently played with his.
He pulled his hand away, making you whimper at his absence. He struggled to get his lips away from you- "Mh-Get flat on your belly."
Your eyes widened as you read the seriousness in his face. "Wha- Ok."
He shoved your body off of his and got up from the couch, giving you room to lay down.
"Now." He demanded with calm intention.
You obliged. You sunk your hands underneath the pillow, your face on it, and the rest of you, flat against the couch.
"Good girl."
His eyes wandered over you. He craved the sight of your body. He kneeled on the ground, arms hovering over your back. His warm fingers trailed the arch of your spine, pushing your baggy shirt to your shoulder blades. The lines he traced over your bare skin felt like TV static. Each touch louder than the next, sending clouds to your brain. Your anticipation grew with every tingle- your body panting from the absence between your thighs. He continued slowly exposing you.
His hands focused on your hips. His fingers flicked under the sides of your panties. Your head was spinning now. You feared he could see how saturated the wet spot on your undies had become. He creepily scooted them to your knees. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your back. Leaving a breathy smooch over your shivering skin. Then, continued removing your panties from your legs, discarding them to the floor.
He stood up and pulled his sweatpants off. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his already twitching cock.
He took a seat, straddling your hips. His balls rested against the base of your puss. With focused eyes he admired every curve of your body. Your perky butt poked up at the air.
He gripped the fat on your ass, admiring all that was his. He spit into his other hand and slathered it over his throbbing dick.
The tip tickled the outside of your entrance for just a moment before pushing inside, forcing a relieved moan out of both of you. You gasped into the pillow. It was just the tip.
How had you already forgotten how big he was. Fluttering heat rose in your stomach as you anticipated him in full.
He didn't push any further, not yet. Instead his hand slid over your crack. His thumb, wet with spit, stroked down the fold of your cunt as he sat inside of you. Then, scooted up a little, carefully fingering the puckered skin of your other hole. "Gotta make sure all of you is taken care of, princess."
You whimpered into your pillow, gripping it tighter for comfort as he pushed his thumb gradually inside of you. Your bones felt hot as you trembled from the overstimulating pressure.
He began to move his hips, barely pushing in response to your tightening grip. Your swollen entrance audibly protested his presence, spitting out and coating him. He mumbled various curses under his breath while distrusting such a desired reality. His thumb was moving in gentle circles- readying you for more pressure.
Helpless cries escaped into your pillow while squirming under his grip.
He groped your ass, tight, motioning your body a little closer as he pumped slow into your pussy. Halfway there.
"That's my girl." He muttered. Brows furrowed, chin tight.
Your skin ached from the combined pressure. You were hopeless. There was no point in forcing away your sounds.
Steve was already on the brink of orgasm. He twinged inside of you. He needed to shift his focus in the hopes of lasting longer. He concentrated on your hips. How his hand clenched at your fat.
The sensation of his hand flexing over your skin, flung him into a memory.
The roll of his wrist, flexing of fingers, light falling between each digit. Head on the floor, blood caked into his hair. Regaining stability. Every detail flooded his head like a newly busted pipe.
He remembered jumping to his feet, reeling his arm back, and forcing every bit of weight forward with a fist.
The worst part was the adrenaline. Only fear could prompt a punch that powerful. A dull sinking in his chest that grew deeper by the second. It was too familiar.
Deciphering when and where the memory came from, was damn impossible. That dull feeling propelled Steve at many points in the past. The acknowledgment of it tugged at his chest, here and now.
A raspy sobbed moan shot into your pillow as you adjusted to Steve's stiff movement.
He regained focus, adrenaline dripping down his spine. Warm summer air filled his lungs. The comfort of being inside of you erased the flashbacks. He sighed with relief. "Y-you're okay babygirl."
His eyes squeezed shut. He deliberately pushed as deep into you as he could. Desperate to ease you both.
You couldn't help but raise onto your forearms, struggling to not twitch. The movement brought a few high-pitched gasps out of you.
Steve's eyes flickered over you, assessing your movement. He was observant with you. Careful with your body.
The hand resting on your ass moved to your waist. Steve's hand gripping your ribs, made you feel tiny. His girth poked against your guts. Your insides felt suffocated. Tears rolled down your cheeks- as a result of every pressure point in your belly being overwhelmed.
Little by little his thumb backed out of your hole. You whined, fussing at his exit.
He continued thrusting. His skin slapped against your plush cheeks. Your slick dripped down his thighs with each swing of force.
He slapped your ass, drowning out his thoughts with sound. You held back a high animated grunt, breath hitching in your throat. That was it. All he needed to release.
He whimpered, choking on his breath. His jaw unclenched, his hands loosened around you. His head spun faster than the rickety ceiling fan as he released inside of you.
You felt heavy with his fluid. Static energy swirling, sticky skin tethered to the quilt under you.
He gripped your damp back, feeling the sweat pooled in your arch. He fell on his heels behind you. He was exasperated, manually breathing, examining the damages.
His semen dripped through your thighs in long strings of drool. Your hair clung to your damp neck. You felt defeated. Not at all loss, just overwhelmingly worn out. Your cunt pulsed, adjusting to the absence of Steve.
"'Did so good for me... So good." He bragged to himself, only fueling his obsession. A new found fixation on reality.
You propped yourself on your side, back to the couch cushions, giving him room to lay down.
He turned, laid back, and let his head hit the pillow.
You studied the expression painting his face. Wide eyes, heavy pants, jawline moist and prickly with stubble.
You placed a careful hand on his chest, meditating his breath. "Ya' ok, baby?"
With dewy eyes, he glanced up at you. "Yeah, Im ok. I'm here with you." As if it were as clear as fact.
You pecked his cheeks, kisses whisking away the rest of his worry.
Every tick and movement of yours tugged at his heart. He knew it was time. Time to tell you the truth. About the upside down, the countless battles he'd lost, the reasons for his scars, everything.
He just wanted to watch you taste freedom in the humid air- to live in a light-hearted summer romance for a little longer. It wasn't your fault that you fell for him. He almost felt like he shouldn't have let it happen. But he did. And he fell harder. So it was only fair, to let you into his life. To risk everything for the truth.
SUMMARY: Intimate! Fluff! After your first time together, you feel inclined to ask a few questions.
STEVE HARRINGTON X MUNSON READER SERIES: Feel free to start reading from whichever chapter you want! I'll always give a smut warning and/or trigger warning if needed.
TW: Mentions of death, grief, trauma, sex.
Chapter 25⭐️
Constellations
June 19th 1986
12:20am
You brought your face up to Steve's, his chin was squeezed in your grip. You nuzzled your noses together.
He lowered your hand and leaned in for a kiss. You let his motions guide you for a moment. You were both still coated in a thin sheen of sweat. You were trembling.
He pulled away, pupils blown. He was so attentive to your every function. Shaking after rough sex was normal, but not like this. And not in this summer heat.
"You cold?" His brain always jumped to concern before anything else.
You giggled. "I just need a cig."
He rolled upright and got out of the bed. He grabbed his sweatpants and pulled them over his naked body.
"No! I wanna look at your cute lil baseball butt!" You blindly grabbed the air.
He came closer. "You're a little freak, can't keep your paws off me!"
You started trying to get up, pushing the giggles away.
His voice shifted back to that needy concerned tone. "Woah, hey- i'm gonna get you cleaned up, just lay down, ok." He laid a hand on your naked belly. Holding you steady before letting go and walking to the bathroom.
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Once out of bed, you were able to regain some balance and get dressed. you led Steve out to the back porch. He loved following you around, and he loved taking care of you. You were his new muse.
The two of you sat on the narrow back porch. The backyard was pretty wide and barren, nothing but a clothesline and a forest edge in the distance.
Stars twinkled above the tree-line. Cicadas and crickets hummed in a droning wave. The grass was stained with petrichor. A bit of ash on the end of your cigarette crackled.
Steve sat on the edge of the porch with his arms swaddled around you. You were lazily leaning on him, back to his chest, taking a slow drag.
The tingling buzz alleviated your shaking. Your eyes wandered across the landscape, running over every constellation.
Steve pointed towards the sky. "Is that the big dipper?"
You angled his arm down about 4 inches. "No, but that is."
"Ohh, I see it now." Did he?
He kissed your head and constricted you deeper to his chest. "What would I do without you?"
You were silent for a while as the bugs did the talking. You finished the cig and burnt the end into the porch. How had things spun so fast? Just last week you were pushing him off of you, inadvertently forcing the idea of love away. Today you could proudly admit that you were in love. Lusting, sneaking around, hooking up.
Baby hairs twirled between your fingers as you looked aimlessly into the midnight sky. "What are we doing, Steve?"
He nudged you, acting too nonchalant. "What'cha mean?"
You looked up. Forehead against his chin, you gazed up with wide eyes- grasping for an earnest answer. "I want to know- No, I deserve to know." All of this intimacy was starting to feel scary. Maybe you weren't searching for answers about a label, but a bigger dilemma at hand.
He continued playing dumb. "Know... What? What we are doing? I don't-"
You repositioned yourself to come face to face. You refused to be mislead from the narrative any further. "What happened to you? What happened to my brother? Why are you here with me?"
His lungs collected air in desperation. He huffed your name while thinking of a response. "I can't... involve you. I-I'm sorry."
Heat rushed to your face. "Steve, you just told me that you loved me."
His words stepped on yours as he continued defending himself. "I know- and I do love you! I don't..." he scoffed. "I don't want you to think i'm crazy."
"Steve. I wouldn't think you're crazy. I'd believe you right now if you told me that the stars were falling out of the sky-"
"You wouldn't understand this. I don't want you wrapped up in it either. Please, please just trust me." He brought himself upright and held your hands under his.
You jerked away. "I can't trust someone that won't explain themselves to me. You have to understand that."
"I do. I understand..." He contemplated with himself. "Can I just ask you something before we... get to that?" He pushed the stray whispies out of your face.
You thought for a moment before responding. "I don't know, are we ever going to; get to that?"
"Can you let your guard down for just a second?" He demanded.
Your cheeks were flushed and agitated. You took a heavy breath in attempt to recenter yourself. You'd been blindly listening to him for weeks now- trying to string endless dots together like constellations. Are you about to get the runaround again? Or should you bite your tongue and hear him out. False hope hurts much less, anyways. "Yeah. I can. I can, but go on."
His voice turned hard. "What do you want in life?"
Your brows fluttered, surprised to be sensing no deception, rather than flustered with the question itself. "Um, I don't... Steve, is this really relevant?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
Your voice mimicked your need to move the conversation along. "I want to wake up next to someone that loves me." Half-honest.
"What else?" He demanded.
You thought earnestly before responding. "I want somewhere for all of the emotion in me to settle. To- to give someone all of my love every day. A family." Your eyes batted away a few unexpected tears. You took a breath, trying not to dive too deep. "I don't want to ache with the same grief every morning." And there it was, the truth. Stinging you like an open wound against cold air.
Steve's thumbs grazed your under eyes, pushing away each drop plummeting down your face. "I'll make sure that you get all of those things. And one day all of this will be over."
You sniffled. Assumptions aren't concrete. So you dug a little more. "All of what?"
Steve knew it was time. Time to let you into his world, the real world.
"I have to show you. So that you'll believe me. Let's go out tomorrow and I promise I can make some sense of things for you."
it had become common for you to wake up with steves arm draped around your waist, face in the crook of your neck while he snores quietly. its your favourite part of the day, getting to see him like this.
today was one of your favourites, a saturday. no work, no school, just you and steve tangled up in his sheets together and only getting up to get food and go to the bathroom - the only benefit to steves parents never being home. this particular morning your throat was dry and desperate for a drink. not wanting to wake steve up you slowly shifted away from him in the bed before getting dragged back down my steves big arm tightening around your waist.
you chuckled before saying in a quiet tone ' baby i need to get up '
steve wouldnt have it, shifting his face back into your neck mumbling ' five more minutes ' before littering soft kisses to your neck.
' stevie, i need a drink ' still laughing to yourself at how clingy he is.
steve slowly lifted his head, hair sticking up and eyes only open to look at you. ' fine ' steve groaned loosening his grasp on your waist so you could get up.
you carefully shift of the bed, still not wanting to wake steve up fully but that didnt matter. you looked back to see steve getting out of bed, only wearing his boxers, running his hands over his face to try and wake himself up.
' what are you doing ? ' you asked, raising your eyebrows.
' im coming with you ' he said, like you already knew the answer.
' you follow me around like your a lost puppy '
' you love it '
' i do ' you answered before walking out of steves room to the kitchen
steve followed slowly behind you, nearly falling down the stairs since his eyes were still half closed.
you, already knowing where they where, grabbed a cup from the cabinet before running the tap. you stood there for a minute, looking out of the window above the sink where the sun was shining on the street. your gaze was quickly stolen by steves strong arms wrapping around your waist, head rested in the crook of your neck placing small kisses to your shoulder.
' your obsessed with me ' you said, half joking.
' who wouldnt be ' steve said before turning you around so you faced him. ' plus its kind of hard not to when your walking around like that ' steve gestures to you who was only wearing your underwear and your ( his ) shirt.
' your crazy ' you said
' crazy for you ' he replies, instantly making you cringe.
steve finally leaned in, connecting your lips to his in a soft kiss before pulling back just enough to look at you but close enough that you were both breathing the same air.
' i love you ' you whispered.
' i love you too ' he whispered back before kissing you again.
you both stayed like that for a while, stealing kisses in between stories, bodys twisted together in something that feels like forever
Steve Harrington who runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly while you’re watching a movie, and you can feel him smile against your head
Steve Harrington who insists on making you a midnight snack, even if you’re perfectly capable, just so he has an excuse to see you smile
Steve Harrington who teases you relentlessly about small things—like the way you sip your coffee or how dramatic you get over shows—but it’s all in that goofy, affectionate way
Steve Harrington who holds your hand when you’re walking through a crowd, like he’s saying “I’ve got you” without words
Steve Harrington who drapes an arm over your shoulder while leaning back on a couch, smirking because he knows you’re cozy and trapped under his charm
Steve Harrington who sneaks up behind you just to rest his chin on your shoulder, whispering dumb little jokes until you laugh
Steve Harrington who pretends he doesn’t care when you’re cold, but immediately wraps you in his jacket the moment you shiver
Steve Harrington who holds you close when you’re sad, rocking you gently, whispering “I’ve got you, okay?” until you feel better
Steve Harrington who shares his ice cream with you, even though he secretly wants it all, because seeing you happy is better than dessert
Steve Harrington who occasionally tries to act “cool and tough” in front of his friends, but everyone can see the way he glances at you with pure affection
