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Tears run down my ...
" Can we get the lights up? I think- I think I see something in the front," said Sabrina as she walked down the stage in her famous booted high heels. Her girls accompanied her down, searching in exaggeration.
They knew just who Sabrina was looking for.
" Oh my goodness, wait- woah... do you see?" Sabrina asked her girls.
The crowd waited.
" The hot one."
Morning, Sleepyhead!
warnings: somnophilia, unprotected sex, p in v, vanilla, soft dom steve, steve is A SWEETHEART, afab reader, no use of y/n, fingering.
pairing: steve harrington x reader
synopsis: steve waking up his best girl in the kindest of ways
wc: 1.6k
a/n: not a fan of this but hi here it is! requests are open lovies
Steve harrington was a simple man.
To keep this boy happy was easy, effortless even. Especially when what made him the happiest was doing everything in his power to take care of you.
His girl. His world.
When you’d mentioned to him in passing that you wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, his first reaction was panic.
“Am I not making you feel good?”
“Are you not enjoying it?”
“Have I done something wrong?”
After much reassurance, you’d convinced him that no, he hadn’t done anything wrong. Maybe that was the problem even.
Not wanting to be the cause of any more panic, you dropped the topic of conversation for another time.
You were sat on the kitchen counter several days later when you’d brought it up to him more directly.
Your legs dangled off the countertop, close to the stove so you could watch Steve as he stirred the creamy sauce he’d been cooking for a nice pasta dinner.
“Babe?” The tone in your voice is gentle, like always.
Steve doesn’t look up from the stovetop, sprinkling a dash of oregano into the simmering pan. “Hm?” He hums lightly, stirring in the spices just the way you liked them.
“I’ve been thinking some more,” You watch as he takes a small taste of the sauce. “I want to try something different soon. In the bedroom.”
Steve pauses for a moment, and then continues to stir. “Yeah?” A small blush flushes down his neck.
“Mhm.” You pause and study him as he swallows, his eyes flicking up to yours briefly before returning to the pot. “What if you touched me while I was sleeping?”
“While you’re sleeping?” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion and adds a dash of salt to the pan.
“Yeah like, that could be how you woke me up.” You shrug, starting to feel a bit self conscious about the thought. “I don’t know.. you could touch me. Do whatever you want really.”
Steve frowns. “But what if you don’t want to—“
“I want to.” You interject.
“But what if you decide in that moment you don’t want to? You want to now, sure, but I don’t think that counts as consent—“
“Stevie.” You say firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing him affectionately. “You trust me right? And you want to make me feel good?”
That makes Steve melt.
Of course he wanted to make his girl feel good. That was his purpose in life, really.
“Of course.” He firmly agrees without a second thought.
“Then let’s try it.” Your lips curve into a smile. “And I promise if you don’t like it the first time, we don’t have to do it again.”
“Me not like it?” Steve scoffs, setting down the spoon he’d been using to stir with. He shuffles closer to you, slotting himself between your thighs. As he rests his hands on your waist, you let yourself melt into his touch. “Baby, that won’t be the case. Just want you to be comfortable and for you to feel safe.”
“I always feel safe with you.” You tell him softly.
Steve swears his heart melts on the spot. “Okay then. We’ll try it.” His lips brush your cheek, letting the kiss linger for several seconds. “Alright, pretty girl. Help me finish dinner, hm?”
You were hoping the next morning you’d be graced with your wish, but Steve was already off to work once you woke up.
And that’s how it was for the rest of the week.
Either Steve was up and gone for work before you could wake, or you’d woken up before he had.
Maybe he wasn’t interested in that and wanted to let you down gently.
You promised yourself you’d bring it up the next day, growing increasingly desperate for him.
But little did you know, Steve had been hyping himself up for the past week and had vowed that the next day would be the day.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to give you what you wanted.
In fact, that’s all he wanted.
But the worry of ever making you uncomfortable ran in the back of his mind whenever he thought about it.
The next morning, the sun barely peaked through the blinds when Steve stirred.
His arm, already stretched over your waist, tightened around you instinctively.
His fingers brushed the skin of your stomach, his large hand hiding underneath the large t shirt you’d worn to bed.
You’d ditched your sweatpants before bed last night, so all you were wearing was that t shirt and a simple pair of white cotton panties.
That’s another thing that made Steve a simple man. You could be wearing the rattiest clothes known to man and he’d be on his knees worshiping you.
His pulse quickened at the thought of touching you. The permission you’d given him, the pleading look you’d shown him as you told him the ways you wanted him to please you.
His fingers danced along your skin, creeping lower and lower until he hit the waistband of your panties.
He could tell you were in a deep sleep. You lay on your back, your face turned towards him. Your plump lips were parted, a small droplet of drool threatening to fall from your mouth.
Steve wet his own lips, his morning erection throbbing at the thought of touching you further.
His fingers tease your waistband and dip below, creeping farther down until the pads of his fingers brush your clit.
The touch is feather light, more for him to get used to this new territory.
When you don’t stir, he lets his fingers wander lower, dipping into your damp folds.
You’re not quite wet enough yet, but there’s enough dampness that he knows your body was subconsciously aware of his presence.
His fingertips gather the small amount of slick and gently find their way to your clit, rubbing circles softly.
He can feel your bundle of nerves twitch underneath his touch, making him subconsciously rut his clothed cock into your side.
Steve was suddenly grateful you were a deep sleeper.
You let out a soft whine in your sleep, your mouth twitching in distant pleasure.
As Steve continues to gently play with your clit, he can feel your cunt become increasingly wetter.
His cock is throbbing uncomfortably now, and knowing he has your full permission, he decides he can’t deprive you of your wishes any longer.
Steve takes his hand away and shifts, spreading your thighs gently so he can settle himself between them.
His fingers find the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly and gently enough so you don’t fully wake up.
He can tell you’re coming out of your deep sleep at least a little bit, so he knows he needs to hurry before you completely wake up. He wouldn’t want his girl to rise before the best part.
Your core is on full display for him now, glistening with the wetness that had accumulated from his skilled fingers.
Steve tugs his sweatpants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, the tip an angry red and damp with precum.
As his hand wraps around his base, he pumps himself just enough to let him feel a small amount of relief.
He spreads your legs further, wide enough so he can comfortable settle himself between them.
Shakily, he guides himself down to your pussy. His nerves were nearly gone at this point, which is what now allowed him to finally let his tip glide through your sticky folds.
Steve hisses, his self control nearly snapping as he lets himself gather all of your slick.
You stir in your sleep, beginning to wake up.
Before you do, in one gentle thrust, Steve’s cock fills you up.
Your eyes shoot open, a surprised whimper falling from your lips.
“Oh, she’s awake,” He coos softly. “Morning, sleepyhead.” Steve slowly pulls his cock nearly all the way out of your cunt before shoving it back in. His hands grip your hips for stability as your own tangle in the sheets.
“Steve..” You let out an airy moan, legs spreading wider.
“That feel good?” His words are slightly rough from sleep, his voice raspy in such a way that makes your walls flutter around him. “Oh, there she is.”
His left hand cups your cheek, his movements increasing speed just enough to make your eyes water.
“So good..” Your words nearly get caught in your throat, the feeling of his hand on your face making the moment impossibly tender.
Wet squelches echo off the walls, your pussy impossibly wet around him. Steve didn’t know if you’d ever been this wet for him before.
Your eyes are still slightly hazy from sleep, but in another sense, you’ve never felt more awake.
Every fiber in your body feels on fire, the pleasure of his cock stretching out your walls making the sensation creep all the way down to your toes.
“Can’t last long, sweetheart.” He grunts, his forearms finding their place on both sides of your head.
You weren’t going to last long either.
His lips crash to yours, silencing a moan that was in the process of falling from your lips.
Steve could feel the pulsing of your cunt begin, signaling your orgasm was about to crash over you.
And he was right.
The intense wave of pleasure that rocked your body made you see stars, and you knew your neighbors would be able to hear you if it weren’t for his lips continuing to silence you.
His orgasm crashes over him right as yours does, his hot seed spurting into your throbbing hole.
Your walls repeatedly clench around him, spasming over and over.
His thrusts slow down but don’t fully cease, allowing the two of you to ride out the intense waves of pleasure you’d both experienced.
Steve breaks the lip lock and lets out a shaky breath. “Never holding out on you again.”
IM SO OBSESSED WITH HOW HE FURROWS HIS EYEBROWS IN CONCENTRATION WHEN HES MAKING OUT HE LOOKS SO INTO IT I CAN NEVER BE NORMAL ABOUT ANYTHING UGHHHFHSJJFDJS GIVE IT TO ME NOW
𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙳𝙴(𝚁)
<- Walter “Keys” McKey x Girlfriend!Reader ->
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Word Count: 1.3k masterlist
CW: 18+ explicit material, unprotected piv, cockwarming, praise, slight somno
Summary: Keys had some work he had to finish up at home, but didn’t want to ignore you or your needs.
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