Just Roommates
Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
summary: you and Steve have been living together as roommates. after your overboard shopping spree, he sees something he wasn’t supposed to that starts to let his mind wander.
words: 3.3k
warnings: pure and utter smut, 18+, mdni, choking, oral, thigh riding, the list really goes on
a/n: this is based slightly off new girl, smut with barely any plot lmao enjoy!!!!
You spent the day at your local mall, shopping for various items. A couple new pairs of jeans, a sexy lacy outfit that you’ve been dying to try on since you saw it at the mall weeks ago, and a couple of new tops. You might have gone overboard but it was pay day and you had been waiting for this little shopping spree for weeks.
There are about 7 different bags strung along your arms. You’re fumbling with the key at the front door of your shared apartment for who knows how long, the bags keep falling down your arms making it harder and harder to unlock the door. Just as you’re able to finally put the key in, the front door opens.
“I’ve heard you fumbling with the damn door for like 20 minutes, you good?” Steve is standing there, eyes going wide at the mess of bags littered across your arms.
“Took you long enough, doofus. I had a busy day!” you let out a laugh as you finally walk through the front door. One of the bags drops to the floor as you let out a frustrated groan.
“Can you grab that for me? I think if I grab it, both the bags and I will fall to the floor at this point.” you let out a sigh.
You bring all of the remaining bags onto the couch, plopping down, absolutely exhausted and spent from your shopping spree. You unloop all of the bags from your hands, laying your head back on the couch and closing your eyes, contemplating taking a nap right here.
“I suppose…” he sighs, snatching up the bag.
Feeling nosey, he decides to peek inside at the contents. He sucks in a breath as he sees what’s inside. It’s a sheer lace, baby blue two piece set. The one you had seen in the store in passing, dreaming about finally trying on. Steve looks away from the contents, trying to pretend he never saw what was inside, placing it on the couch next to the remainder of your bags.
He plops down next to you on the couch, his mind now racing at the thought of you in it.
You look over at him, noticing something is off. You let out a huff.
“Stevie, why are you so quiet over there? Where’s the smart remark about my shopping spree? I’ve been waiting since I came through the door. Figured you had something to say about it?” you laugh, waiting for his response.
“I-uh-yeah, looks like you had quite the day. Do you even have any money left for groceries for the week? How much did you spend? A fortune?” he bites back, his tone a little off.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. There it is. It’s your turn to buy groceries this week anyways.” you roll your eyes back at him.
You begin to gather the bags before standing up and heading to your room, excited to finally try everything on.
Setting all of the bags on your bed, you begin to go through each bag, pulling out the different items before finally getting to the lacy set you picked out. As you pull it out of the bag, you realize that this was the bag that dropped on the floor and that you had Steve pick up.
You let out a sigh, sure that he isn’t even bothered by it, and chuck the thought out of your brain.
You and Steve had been living together for months at this point, roommates. Just roommates. Conversation in passing. Sure, Steve was insanely hot and you had something for him since the second you shook hands but you knew that starting anything would be messy. You couldn’t do messy. Did you watch as he walked around the apartment in just a towel, water still dripping down his chest, droplets getting lost behind his happy trail? Yeah. You most definitely did. You thought about that happy trail a lot.
You let out a sigh, shaking your head. You repeat the word roommates over and over in your head, hoping maybe this time, it’ll stick.
Excitement races through you as you look at the two piece set, finally ready to try it on.
You take your shirt and jeans off, tossing them to the floor, removing the bra and underwear you already have on. You slide the baby blue lace bra over your skin, clipping it in the back. Stepping into the matching blue bottoms. You walk over to the full length mirror in the corner of your room, looking back at yourself. You let out a quiet laugh, happy with your work. The set hits you in all the right places, leaving little to guess about as it’s sheer lace. You let your hands roam over your chest, wanting to feel the lace under your fingertips, realizing how damn good you look.
You turn around, wanting to make sure the back looks good. Looking behind you in the mirror, you realize this angle is even better. Hits your hips just right, your ass basically out for a full show.
Before you realize, your bedroom door is swinging open.
“Hey, what did you want to do for din-” Steve walks in, eyes going wide before cutting himself off. His eyes drink you in, burning holes in your skin.
“Hey! What the fuck? You ever heard of knocking?” your hands immediately flying up, trying to cover yourself in any way you can, flinging a lingering blanket from your bed over yourself.
“I was wondering what it was going to look like on you.” he’s smirking, cheeks now flushed. You watch as his hands come down, conveniently resting right over his crotch.
“Will you get out? Whatever is so important can definitely wait, jeez.” you throw one of your pillows on your bed at him but he catches it.
As he moves his hands to catch the pillow, your eye catches what his hands were covering. You can see the outline of his cock, clear as day in the grey sweatpants he’s wearing. You try to move your gaze but it’s stuck there. You snap out of it when the pillow hits you in the stomach, the blanket you were using to cover yourself, falling off your shoulders and landing on the floor.
You scramble, trying to grab the blanket before you’re cut off. Steve is now standing in front of you, so close that you have to tilt your head up to look at him. Your heart is pounding out of your chest, your cheeks becoming more and more flushed as the seconds go by.
“Leave it.” he says sharply.
His hand comes up, running his fingertips over the thin strap before trailing down, feeling the material over your chest. Goosebumps forming across your entire body, heat flooding through your core. You stand there, trying to speak but nothing coming out of your mouth.
“Fuck, so pretty.” he whispers under his breath.
As his hand continues tracing over the material on your chest, his other hand grabs your waist without warning, causing a gasp to slip out of your mouth. His palm is warm, grip strong on your waist. He pulls you in closer to him, removing any space left between the two of you. His fingertips slide over your nipple, immediately hardening under his touch. You let out a small whimper, your head involuntarily tilting back, trying to savor his hands on you.
“Already so needy for me, hm?” his eyes searching yours, waiting for you to give him the green light, anything to signal he could take you right here.
You nod your head just the slightest amount as his lips crash into yours. He’s frantic, kissing you sloppy and open mouthed, your teeth clashing with need. His palm meets the back of your neck, gripping, tilting you how he wants you. His tongue slides into your mouth, searching for yours. Your hands find a place around his shoulders, your fingers sliding through his thick brown hair, needing something to grab. As you pull, he moans into your mouth. The hand that’s on your waist pulls you toward him, pushing you into his growing erection. Your hips craving some kind of friction, you start grinding against him.
Before you realize, he’s grabbing you by the thighs, lifting you up onto him. Your legs wrap around his waist, arms wrapping around his neck. His lips never leave yours. His warm hands roaming across your back, trying to get closer to you. He begins to walk you both to your bed, his lips move to your jaw, planting kisses before he begins the tortuous descent down your neck. He switches between kissing, sucking, and licking on all of the sensitive parts along your neck.
As he sits you both down on the edge of the bed, he lines you up to straddle his thigh. Your hips start grinding against him, craving something, anything to ease the ache in between your legs. His lips are still on your neck like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. You create a rhythm with your hips, the friction of his sweatpants and the material of your panties hitting your clit just right.
“God—just like that, pretty girl.” he whispers across your skin.
Heat pools in your core as you feel his breath, hot on your neck. Your hands finding his hair again, yanking harder this time. He lets out another moan on your neck, his kisses now moving to your collarbones and down your chest. His lips take place over your nipple, sucking over the mesh. His tongue laps over and over again causing you to moan out as your hips rut against his thigh.
“Wanna hear you. Let me hear you.” he says as he pulls away, his breath lingering over your nipple.
His hands move to your hips, grip hard enough to leave marks. He moves his hands along with your hips, trying not to take control and let you set your own pace. Your hand finds the bulge in his pants, palming his cock. He immediately sucks in a breath the second you do, tilting his head back at the feeling. Your lips find his neck, sucking and licking, trailing upwards, his cock twitching underneath your palm.
Between your moans hitting the side of his neck, your lips, and the damp spot on his sweatpants from your arousal, he becomes even more frantic.
Steve’s hands come up on your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall off your shoulders. His lips are back on your chest in seconds, the feeling even better without the material covering you. He continues sucking, licking, biting all over spots on your chest. Pleasure building between your legs, already feeling close.
“Need you to cum on my thigh, babygirl. We don’t stop until you do.” he says in between breaths.
His hands reach down in between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit. He starts in slow circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. Your high building and building, more and more as your hips grind harder against his thigh.
“Steve, yes. Please don’t stop, feels so good.” you moan out.
“You think about me like this when you’re in here, all alone, touching yourself? The walls are so thin, you know? Could hear those pretty little moans, took everything in me not to come take care of you myself.” Steve says to you as he pulls away from your chest, his eyes now roaming yours, watching your pleasure build as it’s written all over your glassy eyes.
As he says those words, he hits your clit just right, sending waves of pleasure through you. You continue grinding against his thigh, warmth spreading through you.
“Fuck—Steve, I’m so close.” you moan out, your head tilting back in euphoria.
“Atta girl, use me.” Steve groans out, watching you in awe.
Those words immediately send you, your orgasm crashing over you, hitting you wave after wave. Moans and whimpers escaping your lips as you feel your arousal between your legs and now on Steve’s pants.
You slowly come to a stop, your hands immediately flying up to cover your face, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed.
Steve grabs your hands, bringing them to his lips, kissing your palms. His eyes no longer hazel, more of a dark brown and hungry. He looks up at you, a smirk plastered on his face.
“My turn.” he groans out, flipping you both over before you can even get a word out.
Your back hits the bed with a soft thump before Steve is straddling over you. He pulls at the hem of his shirt, tossing it to the floor. You look up, noticing the constellation of moles all over his body, the hair on his chest. You follow the path, which leads you right to his happy trail. Your hands immediately find him, one landing on his chest, the other leading you down toward the happy trail, your fingers spreading through.
Steve parts your legs, hooking his finger on the inside of your panties, pulling them to the side. His two fingers slide through your center, gathering your arousal. You gasp as you’re still sensitive as he pulls his fingers away, glistening in the light. He immediately inserts them into his mouth, sucking them clean.
“Fuck, so sweet for me.” he hums.
Warmth washes over you as the words leave his mouth, your legs wanting to squeeze together but can’t because they’re parted by Steve.
He climbs off the bed, pulling his pants and boxers off in one move, stepping out of them. The slap of his cock hitting his stomach grabs your attention if it didn’t already before.
You watch as his hand grips the base of his cock, a bead of precum dripping out of the tip. A small hum slips out of your lips at the sight. Biting your bottom lip, wondering how he tastes. Your eyes catch Steve looking at you, eyes roaming over you like he’s trying to study you, figure out what makes you tick.
His hand wraps around your throat, giving a squeeze before you even have a second to think, dragging you toward him.
“Want those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock. Need it.”
Your hand replaces his at the base of his cock, wrapping around tightly. Your tongue traces over the head, sliding over the bead of precum, humming as it hits your tongue. Your eyes meet his as he lets out a hiss at the contact, his head already tilting back. He lets out a low groan, his fingers threading through the back of your hair. Steve’s grip gets tighter as your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, savoring the taste of him against your tongue. Making your way down at an agonizingly slow pace, taking him inch by inch until he finally bottoms out in the back of your throat.
“Fuck—atta girl, taking my cock like that? Such a good girl for me.” he groans out, sucking in a breath as you begin to thick with lust.
You hum on his cock at the praise, already dripping.
Steve starts to control the movements, bucking his hips into you, grinding against your mouth. The filthy sound of you gagging on his cock as he hits the back of your throat every time, tears starting to run down your cheeks.
He hisses, “so pretty when you’re gagging on my cock. That’s it—let me fuck that dirty mouth of yours.”
His hand grips your hair harder as he slams you into his cock over and over. You begin moaning and whimpering which does something to Steve.
His fingers grabbing and yanking on your hair, pulling you off of him. Before you’re able to say anything, he’s pushing you back on the bed. He becomes frantic, his hand gripping your legs, pushing them apart.
You watch him in awe, so surprised to see this insane part of Steve that you never knew existed. His fingers hooking through your panties, sliding them to the side as he looks you in the eye, spitting directly on your clit. The sound and feeling causing a shock to go through your entire body, letting out an involuntary moan. His cock twitching as he watches the pool of spit run down your already wet center.
“Yeah, you like that?” he hisses out as he takes his cock and runs the head over your clit, spreading the spit. He begins to run his cock through your slick folds, sucking in breaths here and there. Your head tilts back at the feeling, already beginning to clench around nothing.
His cock finds your entrance, slamming into you and bottoming out all at once. The full feeling sending you into another planet. You start to clench around him, feeling every vein as he starts slamming into you. He starts to find his pace as his hands wrap around your hips, pulling you hard against him. The sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the room at once.
Your orgasm begins to build at the feeling of him slamming into you. He picks up your leg, hanging it over his shoulder, hitting that one spot you need.
“Steve—fuck, yes, please. Right there.” you cry out as your vision starts to go blurry, your legs begin to shake, clenching around him.
“I want to hear you, honey. You hear how fucking wet you are for me? Practically dripping before I even laid a hand on you.” he looks down in between the both of you, watching as your arousal coats his cock.
“Fuck, Steve—oh my god, you feel so good. I’m so close.” your response coming out in between moans, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your hands finding solace as you clench the sheets.
“Give it to me, baby. Fuck, give it to me.” he begs as his hips meet yours with desperation, somehow getting deeper than the last time.
He puts his thumb in his mouth, coating it with spit before he finds your clit. Applying just the right amount of pressure as he begins to circle the sensitive bud over and over.
“That’s it, need those pretty eyes on me.” he grunts out as his thumb begins to pick up the pace, his other hand cupping your cheeks, pulling your face to look at him.
This causes you to moan his name out, colors littering your vision as the coil in your stomach finally lets go. Your eyes remain on him the entire time. Only able to manage moaning out his name as your orgasm finally washes over you. You clench around his cock over and over again, riding each and every wave.
“Mmm, squeezing around me like that? Taking my cock like such a good girl. Fuckin’ hell.” he hisses.
Steve continues slamming into you, his pace not slowing up in the slightest as you continue to moan out, being fucked into oblivion.
“Need one more from you, pretty girl. You’re gonna give me one more.” his voice laced with venom.
His cock twitches inside of you as another orgasm builds, warmth spreading through you like poison. His hand comes up to the leg that’s on his shoulder, pushing your leg up, stretching you out at his expense.
The new angle combined with his moans and whimpering for you does it. Your second orgasm hits you harder this time, your eyes never leaving his.
“I’m cumming, Steve—fuck, I’m cumming.” you whine out, your legs and entire body shaking underneath him.
“Oh, I know. I feel you, sweet girl. Fuck, do I feel you.” he hisses.
His hips buck into yours, burying himself into you. His cock twitching over and over before a guttural moan leaves his lips, filling you up to the brim.
Steve slides out of you with a hiss, practically collapsing on top of you. As both of you try to catch your breath, skin slick with sweat, he finally plops down next to you. You catch him looking over at you out of the corner of your eye, finally meeting his. He gives you a smirk and a quick wink, kissing your cheek.
Just roommates.














