Summary: After studying, Steve decides you deserve a break; Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Warnings: cursing(?), making out, dry humping 🤭
a/n: Heeeeeeeeeeey it's been a while [...70 days]
I bit the bullet and decided to expand what characters I write for - hopefully, this helps with my lack of ideas and motivation but lmk who else you guys might want me to write for
as always, I love you all and appreciate feedback/comments/or just telling me how your days going <3
** Also creating a completely new tag list for both this and Neville because none of the og @s are working so if you still want to be added, please send my a new message or leave a comment
“C’mon baby, you’ve been studying for ages.” Steve drawled, head thrown back in exasperation. He leaned against his arms on your bed, legs spread just enough for you to notice the growing problem betweens his thighs. “Just a 10 minute break, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
You rolled your eyes, though the small smile hinting at your lips was all the confirmation he needed to know he’d won. Steve’s smirk grew as you crawled into his lap. His hands quickly found your hips, encouraging you to sit flush against him.
“What did you have in mind, Mr. Harrington?” you teased, his hands gripping you tighter at the name.
“Mm, I like the sound of that.” Steve’s smirk was still prevalent, but his playful tone had clearly shifted. His eyes darkened, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck to press sloppy kisses against you. You carded your hand through his hair, amused at his eagerness. Once he found the spot that made your breath hitch, he nipped at your skin until he was sure he’d leave a mark.
“Kiss me already, Stevie, please” you whine, annoyed with yourself at how easily you gave in to him. He chuckled against you, finally pulling away.
“As you wish, princess.”
You loved Steve’s lips. Pink and plump and so. damn. kissable. It didn’t help that he knew exactly what to do with his mouth, whether he was feverishly kissing your lips or had his head shoved between your thighs.
When he finally kissed you, your body seemed to melt in his arms. Your breathy moans and gasps went straight to Steve’s dick, forcing a groan from the back of his throat.
“f-fuck baby, you this worked up from a few kisses? Sound so so pretty f’me.” Steve’s voice shook, overwhelmed by all your little sounds. You shuddered against him, his words sending butterflies through your stomach. You began to roll your hips, the friction from his jeans sending jolts through you.
Steve’s hips met yours, desperate to feel you between the layers of your clothes. His hands came up to cup your breasts,
“Love you, Stevie, love you so much.” you mewled, hips shifting faster as Steve grabbed at your hips to help guide you. Your mind was slowly going hazy, movements becoming erratic. Steve gasped against you, your words pushing him to the brink of his orgasm.
“Love you too, look at you - so fucking beautiful getting yourself off in my lap - God I adore you.” Your eyes squeezed shut, orgasm ripping thorugh you as Steve held you close to him. A string of curses and the chant of your name left his mouth as he came, leaving a growing wet spot on his jeans.
You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend as you caught your breath, the feeling of his rising chest soothing you. Once your breathing had slowed, Steve pushed you back to look at you. His hand found the side of your face before bringing you forward to kiss you. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was soft and slow.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to be able to study after this, Stevie boy.” you giggled as Steve bit back a smile.
Ok I know I've used this photo before already but I just had to use it again because his thighs look godly in this oml he could crush me with those things any day
First of all, his legs are so strong from constantly carrying heavy plants and bags of soil (he learned to lift with his legs instead of his back the hard way)
you quickly fell in love with his thighs early on in your relationship when you sat in his lap for the first time
your mouth practically waters every time he squats down to examine plants in the greenhouse
Neville 100% uses this against you, going out of his way to fluster you as you admired him
his thighs are possibly the comfiest pillows you've ever seen
There is nothing better than laying your head on his thighs while he reads to you (besides sitting on them)
You almost die every time he pats his leg for you to sit down, especially at parties in front of everyone
Whenever you sat in his lap, his hands would always rest on your hips or lower back, tracing lazy patterns against your skin
One day, you were sitting on his lap like usual, when all of a sudden, he began to pull at your hips, causing you to shift against him
his smirk widened as your breath quickened, though he never sped up the pace
your hips rolled against him, and you could feel him harden beneath you as you whined and whimpered in his ear
his thigh flexed beneath you while he held your hips down, adding to the pressure against your clit
it didn't take long before you finished, Neville teasing you for coming so quickly
"Aw, look at my pretty little flower. Made such a big mess, haven't you?"
this quickly became a regular occurrence
Besides sitting on his lap, you loved to mark them
every time you would go down on him, you made sure to pay special attention to his thighs
tears sprung from his eyes as you littered love bites and kisses against him, occasionally tracing your finger against the marks
a/n: I know this is a bit short and a little different than what I usually do, but I wanted to give you guys something so here it is! Also, I absolutely love all the anons and followers who message me about requests or random stuff, it honestly makes my day. Hope you like this one <3
