#drummer!steve

[steveharringtonat3am]

Imagine drummer!steve teaching you to play the drums?? He has you sit in his lap and guides your hands and totally does not get hard from feeling you shift around! He’s such a sweetie you know he gets excited whenever something you do sounds good!

allusions to smut at the end!

kinda a part two to this fic but this can be read on its' own!

You aren’t quite sure what Steve and you are. You’re pretty sure you’re not dating but you’re also pretty sure neither of you are interested in anyone else. The two of you have been having lots of fun, both in and outside the bedroom.

After your hookup, you honestly expected to never hear from Steve again. Sure, you had a mutual friend but he just seemed to be more of a one night stand kind of guy. He had mentioned a proper date but the more you thought about it, the more it seemed to be a formality offer. Something you say after fucking someone in a bar bathroom so they don’t feel cheap.

Of course, that wasn’t a very comforting thought.

But luckily for you, he did end up calling. He got your number from Robin, who was now filled in on what happened and consequently rewarded with copious amounts of candy in exchange for minimal teasing.

The proper date hadn’t happened just yet but you’d been having your fair share of fun.

‘You busy?’ Your screen lights up with the text. His name is saved as ‘Steve🥁’ which he had insisted upon when you added his contact to your phone.

It’s around 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday which isn’t an unusual time to receive a text from Steve but they’re not usually this vague.

‘Not at all. Why?’ You can already sense the invite, pulling yourself off the couch and heading to your room.

‘Wanna see you. Meet me at the bar? The door’s unlocked for you’. This is what catches your attention. You know that bars’ hours pretty well by now, having gone a few times to see Steve play but you’ve never gone at this time because it’s never been open this early. You know he’s not talking about a hookup since those always occur either in his apartment or yours.

You hop in the shower to wash the morning off, keeping your hair dry since you don’t need to wash it. You dress casual-ish, still unsure of the vibe but you can’t go wrong with jeans and a t-shirt. Doing a quick makeup routine, you throw on your shoes and drive over to the bar.

Sure enough, the door is unlocked. It’s completely empty, lights illuminating areas you’d never noticed.

“Hey!” Steve appears from backstage. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and sweatpants that you have to tear your eyes away from.

“Hi! You wanna tell me what we’re doing here?”

“Sure. You know how you told me you always wanted to learn how to play the drums? Ta-da” He gestures to the drum set next to him.

“…That was more of a compliment on how you play the drums because I wanted more kisses. Not a real want.” His grin doesn’t waver as he gestures you over.

“It’ll be fun, I promise.” Your feet carry you over as the nerves sink in. What if you’re horrible and he decides you aren’t a good match? You hadn’t admitted it yet but you did really like him and you didn’t want to lose him so soon.

“I’m gonna suck you know that right?”

“You can’t suck because I’m the one teaching you and I don’t suck.” He sits infront of the drums and tugs you into his lap.

“Now I get why you wanted to teach me.” You grin as you adjust yourself on his lap. His grip on your hips tighten and you suddenly remember being in a very similar position a few days ago.

“Behave.” He mumbles into your ear, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder when you stop moving.

He passes you the sticks, covering your hands with his to show you the proper grip. You try your hardest to listen but he’s quite distracting.

“How about I show you some simple stuff and you try to replicate it, yeah?” You nod in response. Steves hands cover yours as he starts a slow beat. It sounds just barely familiar, like something you’ve heard him practice.

He pauses after a minute, letting go of your hands. You have to bite back a complaint as you attempt to recreate what he did. It’s kind of like those memory games you used to play as a kid.

“You got it!” He kisses your cheek, arms wrapped around your waist. It’s such a sweet hug that you just melt into it. You turn in his lap, legs swinging over to straddle him.

“Thank you for teaching me.” You mumble, kissing him softly.

“Isn’t that what boyfriends are for?” The word is dropped so casually you almost don’t register it.

“You’re my boyfriend?”

“…Shit did I forget to ask? Oh I knew this would happen.” He smiles sheepishly at your shocked expression.

“You forgot?” You ask incredulously.

“I was going to ask you that day we went to the farmers market I swear!” He can’t contain his laughter, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“Well, I would love to be your girlfriend.” You tug his face up, kissing him gently.

“Great!! Now let’s go to the dressing rooms!” He stands up, arms tight around you so you don’t fall as you’re forced to stand as well. He barely bothers to grab his stuff as he tugs you backstage.

”Why?” You hurry behind him, his urgency practically carrying you.

”You’re gonna sit on my lap again. But this time we won’t be wearing clothes.”

[witchyvibes91]

Drummer!Steve who keeps a photo of you in his back pocket during every show.

Drummer!Steve who writes songs with faster tempos because that’s what his heart feels like when he’s around you.

Drummer!Steve whose sweat hits the drums as it falls from his long locks while he pounds away, only reminding you of a very familiar scene for later after the show.

[livingintheupsidedown]

Will You Come Upstairs?

Drummer!Steve Harrington x Reader

[1.2k] - You try and convince Steve to finish up for the day.

Warnings - this is very much 18+!! swearing, thigh riding, dirty talk, very brief choking,

A/N - It's my first smut so go easy on me :)

You could hear Steve playing from where you stood in the kitchen, now only wearing your underwear and one of his old shirts. The sound of the drums travelled up the stairs from the basement, the clash of the symbols followed by a firm hit of the bass drum. The rest of the band had just left, expressing how they were “definitely done for the day,” and Eddie had told you to “make sure he stops at some point, the poor guy’s gonna play until he drops.” 

You put the last dish away, wiped your hands and headed towards the basement door. The lighting was different, a dimmer, darker hue than the one upstairs. You toed your way down the stairs, the side of Steve’s face coming into view. Head swaying to the beat he played as his hands worked on their own. You loved watching Steve play, he always looked relaxed and at ease.

He also looked insanely hot. 

His tank top left nothing to the imagination, his broad chest covered in hair and a map of freckles resting just below, ones you've counted many times before whilst laying in bed together. His arms flexed in rhythm to a melody you'd heard one too many times.

You walked up to him with your arm outstretched as you allowed yourself to engulf him, face buried in his neck while your hands wrapped around his shoulder as you mumbled out “hey rockstar.”

He let a small chuckle slip past his lips, paused his playing for a few moments to turn to face you, his nose bumping yours, “hi baby,” he said, giving you a kiss that was there and gone within a second, “what brings you down here?”

He continued playing before you had the chance to respond, though you had no worries about him being unable to hear you given the close proximity. “Will you come back upstairs? You’ve been playing for hours.”

“I can’t baby, I need to finish this song,” he stated, voice gentle “I promised the guys i’d have it done before the next practice.” 

You tried to argue, but Steve was a stubborn man. So instead you rolled your eyes and straightened back up, manoeuvring yourself to stand behind him. You let your hands wander, travelling downdowndown until you felt him tense and saw the drumstick falter slightly in his hand.

The sight of his leg moving abruptly caught your eye as he kicked the bass drum. His muscles tensing and relaxing in a movement that had you mesmerized. You reached down, hand coming to rest on his thigh just below his shorts as you squeezed gently, you could feel yourself growing needier as new ideas began swirling around your head. why did his thigh look so good? was it normal to be thinking about it like this?

You pushed past him, squeezing yourself between his body and the drum kit. His eyes met yours with a look of confusion as you decided to straddle one leg instead of the usual two. You lowered yourself gently, wiggling forward just enough as you rolled your hips slowly, dragging yourself up along his thigh.

He let out a groan, one that caused your heart to pick up and his chest to rumble. “Hey, c’mon.” His voice held no tone of threat, though you suspect it was supposed to. 

“Just need you so bad baby.” 

He stopped playing and let out a sigh, eyes drifting down. He lifted your shirt, only enough to see where your skin met his, although the pretty blue lace was a barrier neither of you wanted there. 

He saw the wet patch you were harbouring, your thighs clenching around his to try and hide although it was futile. His fingers trailed down, moving along so he could slip them under your panties and pull them forward. “Oh pretty girl,” he cooed, now moving them to the side, “you really are desperate huh?”

You nodded, hips moving ever so slightly, just enough to bring another moan out from the back of his throat.

“Go on then baby,” his muscles clenched beneath you, “ride my thigh.”

His hands left your body instantly, taking away a sense of relief you thought was coming with him, and continued playing. You whined, shoulder sagging as you pouted a let out a high-pitched “Steve. Don’t tease.”

“If you want it so badly,” he shrugged, “then take it.”

Your hips seemed to move on their own after that, switching from long, slow drags to a fast, needy grind. You tried to speak yet no words left your mouth, just a gasp for breath as you threw your head back in pleasure, back arching slightly.

You leaned forward, arms wrapping around the boys neck. You tugged on his ear with your teeth, a gentle cry for attention as you whispered to him, “You’re being mean, Stevie.”

“I’m not being mean baby,” he cooed, “I’m just a bit busy right now.” 

Your hands went to his hair, pulling enough for his attention to turn to you completely. Steve was always vocal in bed, never one to shy away from making such lewd sounds, it was one of your favourite things about him. He groaned, a pretty noise that only caused you to grow wetter. “Christ woman you’re insatiable.” 

His hands went to your hips, warm fingers splayed out as he grabbed you with a force strong enough to leave bruises, not that you’d mind. He pulled and pushed you at a pace that made you moan, high and pretty, guiding you to your much needed release. Every move sent a shock waves through your body, your clit becoming more sensitive, it was dirty, filthy even.

“Such pretty noises” the boy grinned, “that feel good baby?”

“So good Steve, more please.” 

“How could I ever say no to you?” he groaned out, staring down at where your skin connected, his cock twitched underneath his shorts. There was something so captivating about seeing you grind yourself on his thigh. 

He quickened the pace, the sounds of your heavy breaths filled the room as you took back some control of your own body. You tugged at his hair again, harder this time, the first sign that you were getting close. “That’s it, there you go baby.”

You were too far gone to really listen to his words anymore, filthy sounds leaving your mouth without your knowledge. Your chest was burning and you felt your orgasm creeping up on you quicker by the second. “Fuck Stevie, gonna cum.”

“C’mon pretty girl,” he whispered, your eyes became glassy as he snaked a hand up your chest to wrap around your throat, applying pressure to either side and tensing his thigh once again. “Cum for me.”

That was all it took to send you over the edge, body shaking as Steve rocked your hips to help you ride out your orgasm. Blinding white behind your eyes, euphoria clouding all your senses. You tried to catch your breath as you came down, clenching around nothing as your mind came back to your body.

“Better?” he murmured 

You nodded letting out a small hum, you leaned back from the boy and looked down, noticing he now had a situation of his own. You smirked, “Will you come upstairs now?”

“Definitely.” 

[steddieficrec]

Destroy the Silence (Drummer Steve) by ArtaxLivs

(1/1 I 17,102 I Explicit I Steddie)

It’s the spinning that does it. Eddie couldn’t look away if someone paid him. Every single time it happens, he just stops what he’s doing and stares. Drooling.

Before, it was just kitchen utensils or the baseball bat. Now...now it’s at band practice every day.

As it turns out, Steve can actually keep rhythm really well and while he can’t read music to save his ass, he understands beats and notes like a natural. The problem is- the problem is, that he keeps spinning those fucking drumsticks and Eddie’s gonna jizz in his goddamn jeans one of these days.

OR - Steve becomes the drummer for Corroded Coffin and Eddie can't handle his thirst

(unf. i usually watch gifs of steve twirling his bat like an obsessive number of times. you know why. but now...this...drummer!steve has broken my little brain)

[steveharringtonat3am]

Rhythmic romance | drummer!steve harrington x reader | 18+

summary: Robin's drummer friend is hot. What else were you supposed to do? [1.8k]

warnings: SMUT 18+, mentions of alcohol, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), penetrative sex, mentions of birth control

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You did not want to be at a bar right now. You couldn’t wait to get home, get into bed, and crochet with a sitcom playing in the background until you eventually fell asleep. But it was your best friends’ birthday, so you sucked it up. She insisted on coming to see this band in the sketchiest dive bar you had ever stepped foot in. It was way too crowded and you regret not throwing her a party in your apartment. But from what you can hear, the music is pretty good.

“Here!” Robin hands you a glass of club soda. Being the designated driver was normally fine with you but the pounding music makes you envy her cosmopolitan. She begins pulling you closer to the band and you try to pretend your eardrums aren’t about to burst.

“It’s good!” You nod at her when she looks for your approval. She had mentioned something about knowing the lead singer and the drummer. How? You couldn’t remember the details as they hit a high note louder than you thought possible.

‘Corroded Coffin’ is etched on the front of the drums. It’s actually a pretty cool name. You’re about to ask Robin about it when your eyes drift further and your jaw nearly drops.

Holy shit, the drummer is hot.

So hot, you almost can’t think for a second. He’s sweating from the lights, tanned skin and muscle showing through his white t-shirt that’s almost translucent from the sweat. His gorgeous brown hair is all over the place as he tosses his head back to get some out of his eyes. He’s focused on the beat as his tongue pokes out of his mouth ever so slightly.

You could kill Robin for hiding him from you.

The set feels like it takes forever. Halfway through, Robin tugs you over to a booth where the volume has slightly decreased.

“You said you know the drummer?” You try not to be obvious but she sees right through you.

“You like him, don’t you? He’s a loser you know that right? Like a major loser.” She exaggerates in an obvious way that makes you smile.

“You should have seen this coming. He’s exactly my type.” You grin as you sip your drink and she sighs.

“I know but I hoped you would have higher standards.”

“You do realize he’s your friend right?” That is already a green flag in your mind. No way Robin would be friends with a douche so at the very least he’s nice.

“…Alright fine. Honestly, you two would probably get along well.” She shrugs. Before you can ask much about him though, your eyes lock with his.

“Hey, Rob!” The one with long dark hair greets her as you and the drummer simply look at each other. He’s even prettier up close and you really wanna reach over and fix his hair.

“Hi, Eddie! Hi doofus.” She pushes the drummer on the shoulder and he turns to smile at her.

“Hi, Robin. Did you like the set?” He asks as you pretend your drink is incredibly fascinating.

“Yeah! We both liked it.” She introduces you quickly, putting the name Steve to the face. He reaches out to shake your hand. The contact sends a shiver down your spine but luckily he doesn’t notice. They each slide into the booth, Steve next to you and Eddie next to Robin. You try not to focus too much on his thigh pressed against yours but the warmth of him mixed with his intoxicating cologne is almost too much for you.

The more you get to know Eddie and Steve, the more you understand why Robin was friends with them. Eddie was so funny and nice. Steve was perfect. Kind, has a good sense of humour and is just incredible.

It also helped that he had his hand on your bare thigh.

He had been laughing at something you said, pushing his hair back before letting his hand fall onto your skin, and rubbing it with his thumb. He doesn’t look at you as he does but you swear his smile grows when you tense a bit next to him.

When you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Steve stands to let you out, eyes running over you as you walk past him.

The hallways leading to the bathrooms feel like a different, quieter world so you take a moment to yourself. You liked Steve. But you didn’t even know how he felt about you. And you didn’t want this to be some one-night hookup.

“Hey.” As if you summoned him, Steve is walking up to you. He stops in front of where you’re leaning against the wall, caging you in.

“Hi.” You smile at him and he leans in close. Maybe he’s doing it to hear you better but you like to think it’s just to get closer to you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Just needed a break from all that, you know?” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt as he nods.

“Course. Though, I gotta say I liked having such a pretty face watching me play. Should come to more shows.” You can’t tell who’s moving, but he’s closer than he was before.

“You gonna give me a reason to?” The teasing smile sends him over the edge as he presses his lips against yours. You melt into it as he steps closer to press you against the wall. His hand cradles the back of your head as the kiss gets sloppier.

“C’mere.” He breaks the kiss for a second to tug you into the unisex bathroom, locking the door and immediately pressing you against it. You grin into the kiss as your fingers slip through his curly brown locks.

“Gonna let me fuck you in this bar? That desperate for me?” He teases in a way that soaks your panties more than you thought possible.

“L-like you don’t want it just as bad.” You pant, already chasing his lips again. He tugs you over to the sink and pushes you up so you’re sitting on the counter. He’s impossibly close now as your skirt rides up. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh but you’re too focused on his wandering hands, going from your hips to your sides to your ass.

The moan that slips out when he squeezes the flesh would be embarrassing if you weren’t so desperate for him. His hands slip to your thighs, rubbing up and down. His fingers brush the edges of the lace and he pulls away from your sloppy makeout to look into your eyes.

“Can I take these off?” His eyes are even prettier clouded with lust. You nod quickly in response and he wastes no time, sliding the fabric down your thighs and pushing it into his pocket. Your comment on that is stifled as he kisses your inner thigh. You spread your legs wider for him and try to ignore the feel of his smirk as his tongue runs up and down your slit.

“Come on Steve!” You whine as you tug his hair. He moans at the feeling and the vibration makes you squirm. Luckily, his grip is iron, so you don’t fall. He continues to lap at you and your orgasm starts to build. Unluckily, this is where he chooses to pull away and stand.

“N-no come on I was close!” You pout at his Cheshire grin.

“I know sweetheart but I need to fuck you. That alright with you?” One look at the bulge in his pants tells you all you need to know.

“Absolutely.” You tug at his belt, undoing it as quickly as possible. He helps with his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. His hard cock springs free to slap his stomach and your eyes nearly fall out of your head.

Gods, he’s huge.

“Condom or no?”

“I’m on the pill and…you seem clean.” You can’t think straight at this point. Your pussy aches for him to fuck you.

“I am. M’not gonna say no to fucking you raw. God you look hot.” You could orgasm right there but then he’s stepping closer and pressing his fat tip into you.

“Holy-” You grab onto his arm, pressing your face into his shoulder as he sinks in deeper. He hums in acknowledgement, easing in nice and slow.

By the time he’s balls deep, you might be seeing stars but you’d happily die in this moment.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He mumbles into your ear with a tenderness you don’t expect from a bar fuck. But you suppose Steve wasn’t just any bar fuck.

“Y-yeah. You can move.” You’re pressed together so tight you’re not sure where he ends and you begin.

As he starts to fuck you, you press a fist into your mouth to avoid moaning too loud. He quickly ups his pace, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. The sound of skin slapping is sinful but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“Holy shit Steve just like that!” You moan into him, holding onto his arms for dear life. He’s making such pretty noises.

“Feel so-fuck-so good sweetheart.” He presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, moaning when you clench around him. Both your mouths and chins are covered in saliva but as his thumb runs over your clit, all thoughts go out the window.

“G-god I’m so close Steve.” You’re so close to the edge that it hurts.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” He slams into you one more time and you’re seeing stars as pleasure overtakes you. It’s enough to make him cum too, pulling out to paint your thighs with his cum.

You both pant in silence for a second, your head resting against his chest. When you’ve both caught your breath you manage to look at him. He looks as if he’s just come off stage, only less sweaty. You can’t imagine you look any better but the look in his eyes almost convinces you otherwise.

“I-I’ll go out first.” He offers hands quickly fixing your hair into place before stepping away to help you down. Your legs are wobbly but you manage.

“Steve wh-” He cuts you off with a sweet kiss, with none of the lust from before but just as much passion.

“I’ll take you on a proper date soon okay? I promise.” He kisses your cheek once more before slipping out the door. You rest against the cold porcelain as you mull over what just happened.

You’re gonna have to get Robin one hell of a birthday gift.

[daisy-is-a-writer]

Guys!

Steve as a drummer?! Oh man. I know Joe plays drums. Sexy as hell.

But-

Like you'd be invited to an invite only show rehearsal, and you see Steve playing drums close up, and all you can stare at are his arms. And the sweat running down his forehead and - And every so often he winks at you or makes a playful face. But most of all, you love how into playing the drums he is, he's so playful as mischievous as a drummer. And every so often he drops a stick and you just can't help but giggle.

But also like he's so good. He's quick and sharp and doesn't miss a beat. His drumming skills are off the charts.

And the arousal in the air is strong. 🤭😂

[steveharringtonat3am]

see i feel like drummer!steve needs lore so feel free to send in any ideas you have about him! he's very boyfriend that's for sure