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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Steve Harrington x Reader • steamy summer sex with boyfriend!steve • oral, vaginal, anal, all the stuff

The Summer heat is driving you and Steve crazy. At this rate, you’re either going to fuck him or kill him. So you decide to fuck him…

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The air conditioner broke yesterday, and the soonest Steve can get someone out to fix it will be ten tomorrow morning. The atmosphere in the house is sweltering. It’s affecting you and Steve in the worst way, making you both irritable with each other. Little annoyances that would have been ignored any other time now have you getting under each other’s skin.

It’s too damn hot. You sit at the kitchen table watching Steve toss yet another dirty plate into the sink, as if you haven’t asked him a hundred times to rinse his plate first. Having to scrub old food from dishes, you’ve explained, only slows you down when washing them. It’s like Steve doesn’t give a damn whether or not he inconveniences you.

You sit there watching him leaning against the sink, a grumpy scowl on his face. He reaches for the window and fans his hands inward, trying to create some kind of breeze for himself. “Jesus,” Steve curses, aggressively switching on the tap. He wets his hands and runs them through his hair. Droplets of water glitter in the sunlight as they trickle down Steve’s forearms, absorbing into the fabric of his t-shirt. Realizing he’s only keeping himself hotter by wearing it, Steve tugs the t-shirt off over his head. He can’t help but instinctively glance your way, to see if you’re checking him out.

Steve isn’t disappointed because of course you’re watching him. Your eyes rake over his body, following the dark trail of hair covering his chest and belly to where it disappears under his waistband. He’s wearing nothing now but a pair of boxer briefs which are damp with sweat. You can see the outline of Steve’s bulge through the fabric, his sweaty dick and balls hanging just a little to the right as always. You sit there ogling Steve’s junk and zone out for a second. The excessive heat is making your brain a little mushy, but your eyes know exactly what you want. Steve’s cock jumps ever so slightly inside his boxers as he watches you watching him…

You lick your lips, tasting the salt of sweat on your skin, unconsciously squeezing your slick thighs together. It’s too damn hot. If Steve doesn’t fuck this bad mood out of you, you might go insane. Your chair creaks as you leave it and approach Steve, whose eyes follow your movements. “Fuck me,” you glare at him, a new heat warming your skin. Steve reaches for your wrists and cages them inside his hands. He whips you around and bends you over the sink, locking your arms behind you. “You think I’ll just give you what you want?” Steve grunts against the back of your neck. “After you’ve been such a bitch to me all day?” He squeezes your wrists together behind you, holding you against the sink with his weight. Steve’s erection prods your ass; he clearly wants to fuck you as much as you need to be fucked.

When he quickly flips you around to face him, you respond with a giggle. It feels good to have some relief from the thick tension that’s been roiling between you all day. Steve crouches down and parts your legs. He inhales your scent, cursing under his breath. “Fuck you smell so good,” he murmurs, nestling his nose against your bush. “Been smellin’ you all day honey, moving around this house with a goddamn meal between your legs.” Steve’s tongue licks out and snags your puffy clit, making you tremble. “You like that?” he asks, flashing his perfect teeth up at you in a grin. “S’this what she needs? Kisses?”

Steve’s lips close over your clit, sucking lightly, just enough to have you yearning for more pressure. You curl into Steve, your stomach curved against the top of his head. Steve’s words have disappeared and the only sounds he now makes are breathy grunts against your cunt. He bathes your lips with his tongue, lapping long strokes up and down your labia, rounding your clit with the tip of his tongue at the end of every stroke. Your hands clutch onto Steve’s shoulders to brace yourself as he licks you to climax, his tongue creating a persistent pressure against your clit for you to grind against as you ride out your high.

Steve rises to his feet and closes a big hand around your neck from behind. “Come with me,” he says, the scent of your cunt on his breath. Steve guides you to the table, bending you forward over it. You listen as he tugs down the waist of his boxers and shuffle out of them. His cock slaps against your ass, the tip slippery with precum. Instinctively, your hands find the edges of the table, fingers latching on for support. Steve’s palm meets your pussy in a firm slap; your knees buckle in response. “Goddamn you’re wet for me,” he murmurs over your back. “Gonna make it hard not to come inside you. S’that on purpose honey? You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

The answer you give is wrapped in a moan as Steve abruptly enters you. His hand stays around your neck, locking you against him as he takes you. The wet sound of sweaty skin slapping skin fills the kitchen, the table creaking under your weight in time with Steve’s thrusts. He bullies your cunt like he’s more annoyed with your hole than he is with you. The needy grunts Steve’s cock punches out of you are delicious to him, almost as delicious as your cunt on his breath. He pumps in and out of you at a rough, consistent pace, testing your hole’s capacity to hold him. “Christ, I think the heat’s made you tighter,” he pants against your hair, knotted inside his fist. “Gonna suck me dry, shit-.” Steve’s voice breaks and he buries his face in your shoulder, grunting expletives as his cock spits a thick burst of cum inside you. The room goes still and quiet as the only sounds surrounding you and Steve are the rapid breaths panted from both your lips.

He eases his weight off of you and takes a step back, spreading your cheeks with his big hands. Your sticky lips part with a wet sound and Steve watches his cum leak out of you, one drop followed by another, spattering between your feet on the kitchen floor. “Let’s get a shower,” Steve says, offering you his hand. You accept with a smile and let Steve lead you down the hall. He steps into the shower and switches on the water, adjusting the temperature to a cool setting. “Get in here,” he grins, cocking his head toward the shower. You step inside and curl into Steve’s embrace, letting the water wash over your joined bodies.

Moisture trickles across your skin like little kisses, refreshing and cool. Steve tilts your chin toward his and presses his lips to yours. You invite him deeper, parting your lips and allowing his tongue to find yours. Water cascades over you both as you explore each other’s mouths, licking into the wet warmth of Steve’s kiss. You feel him getting hard against your thigh as his kisses grow more intense, more urgent. Steve releases your tongue and tells you to get on your knees. He holds a handful of your wet hair and watches you sink to the shower floor, guiding your mouth onto his cock. You can taste some of Steve’s cum lingering inside his tip and swallow it down, flattening your tongue along his base. Steve groans as you take him deeper, his grip tightening inside your hair. “That’s a good girl,” he says, closing his eyes to enjoy you. “Treat my cock so good, don’t you baby?” His words fuel your desire to please him more and you do, relaxing the muscles in your throat to take him deeper.

The coarse wet hair of Steve’s bush bumps against your nose with every descent of your mouth around him. He rocks his hips forward into you, punching wet gurgling sounds out of your throat. His other fist goes to your hair; Steve uses your mouth like a sleeve as he thrusts into your throat, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. He barely has time to let you know he’s about to come, a second load painting the back of your throat white in his creamy release. You bob up and down Steve’s cock, milking him of the last remaining drops of cum he has, swirling your tongue across his tip.

He tugs you up by the shoulders and turns you to face the shower wall. Steve’s palm meets your ass with a heavy, wet slap. You flatten against the shower wall, your breath spraying the drops of water collected there. Steve slips a hand between your thighs from behind, his index and middle fingers massaging your labia roughly. You’re so slick with arousal, even the water spilling down your thighs can’t wash it away. Steve penetrates you with two fingers, his thumb notching against the bud of your asshole. “Like a little glove,” he grins against your neck, pressing a wet kiss there. He plays around inside you, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion. Your thighs tremble around Steve’s wrist as he toys with you, your asshole puckering against his thumb. He presses slowly, firmly, gradually working you open. Steve steps back and watches as his thumb disappears inside your asshole, swallowing him up.

“You gonna let me have every one of your holes, baby?” Steve asks, working you open with his thumb. He feels himself getting hard again as you suck his fingers back and forth. Your bodies are cool from the water spilling over them, but the heat between you and Steve can’t be so easily quenched. He coils his fingers around your g-spot, massaging the spongy mound in a rhythmic pattern that has your legs shaking. Pitiful whimpers tumble from your lips as Steve makes you come on his hand. He curses in awe as your holes clench and suck his fingers, ugly-beautiful moans forced out of your lips against the shower wall. Steve releases your cunt and takes his cock in his hand, gliding his tip between your folds, slicking his cock. He drags himself between your cheeks and positions his head at your entrance, wrapping an arm across your chest from behind.

Steve lingers there a moment, the stiff pressure of his cock prodding you. He waits for you to adjust, letting you push back on him at your own pace. You wiggle your hips as you descend backward over Steve’s tip, wincing as the head of him breaches your entrance. He squeezes you into his chest, pinning you under his forearm. “So fucking good f’me,” Steve praises, his breath dusting your earlobe. “Letting me use you like this…” He curls his hips inward, pressing slowly into you another inch. You grunt into the pressure, your cheek resting against Steve’s forearm. He carefully guides himself deeper inside your ass, working you open till you’ve taken him as deep as you can. Your ass is stuffed full of Steve’s cock, the wet hair of his bush matted against your skin. He slowly pulls back and you feel every inch of him dragging along your insides, the sting of his cock filling you quickly replaced by need.

“Please come in my ass,” you whimper into Steve’s arm, tasting his wet skin between your lips. “I want you to fill all of my holes today, Steve…”

That breaks him. Steve snaps his hips forward, lurching into you with a powerful thrust. You grunt into his arm on impact, your teeth baring into his skin to brace yourself. One thrust after another, Steve pumps your asshole like it’s his job to fuck you, stroking your insides with the goal of painting them white. Sweat and water drip off the ends of his hair and trickle down your back, his hips smacking against your ass loud and wet in the small space of the shower. He removes his arm from around you and clutches your hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock. Minutes later Steve growls into your shoulder and ruts into you in two hard, slow thrusts. Semen gushes inside your ass, coating your hole in Steve’s orgasm. He reaches around and finds your clit, rubbing a messy rhythm over your sensitive mound and you’re coming with him, your asshole puckering and sucking the last drops of cum from his tip.

Steve pulls your breathless body into his and holds you upright against him as he leans against the shower wall for support. The water trickles over your spent, satisfied bodies, every bit of tension and frustration pulled down the drain. You and Steve decide to stay naked the rest of the day, falling into bed together for some much-needed rest…

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honey-flustered · 22 days ago

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No One’s Ever?

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.0k+

summary: Eddie’s 26, he’s had girlfriends before, he’s hung out at parties you threw with your college friends, and yet he’s holding back a secret that makes him feel like he’s missing out. You don’t mind fixing that little problem right up for him.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), A new budding relationship, Eddie’s first blow job, a pinch of jealousy

notes: Eddie, my baby 🥹😭🫶🏻 This started off as a CC Fest fic, and it quickly evolved into something else lmao. So I hope yall enjoy it! Big thanks to @iitsmandii and @keeryhours for reading this over and @peachyproserpina for editing!

After ten years of friendship, you’d lost track of how many movie nights had ended like this— curled up with Eddie on his couch, both of you pretending you weren’t gradually orbiting closer to each other. Like two dumb magnets circling the inevitable— you’d had the conversation last week, decided you’d give it a go, the whole dating thing. The trailer was cluttered, guitar picks scattered on the side table, an ashtray on the counter that really needed to be emptied, a laundry basket of Eddie’s clothes that had clearly needed a wash.

You were sitting sideways on the couch, your legs stretched across his lap. That old blanket you’d gifted him back before graduation draped over both of your laps. It shows just how hard it’s been loved over the last six years, it’s threadbare, carries holes around the edges that Eddie has asked you to sew and then never brings it ‘round, the edges are fraying and yet, it’s still his favorite blanket. Simply because you had given it to him and now as it’s slung across both of you, your foot sticks out from under it. He picks at a loose string on your sock while the movie, Arachnaphobia, flickers in the background, droning on and on completely ignored.

Your eyes drift over your best friend’s— no, your boyfriend’s— face. His eyes focused down on what his hands are doing. He pulls the string loose and tears it from the fabric, leaning forward to toss it onto the coffee table before settling back in against the cushions. You watch as lean muscle moves under the faded Iron Maiden t-shirt that was definitely not his. You knew Eddie’s wardrobe and you knew he had never worn this one before. You figure it was Gareth’s by the way it rode up a bit in the back when he had leaned up. You smile, watching as he shakes his curls out just slightly, sighing.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” he says quietly— chewing the inside of his cheek raw— but his voice comes off casual.

You finally meet his eyes, your eyebrows lifting in curiousity. “Yeah?”

He hesitates for a moment. It’s not dramatic, nor performative. It’s just long enough to let you feel the nerves bubbling up to the surface of his chest. He drags his hand upwards, his fingers pausing at your ankle. And then he runs his fingers up and down, rubbing gently at your skin. His fingertips are calloused and rough, but his palms warm, strong even. Your mind immediately drifting back to the way they had cupped your face the night he had told you he loved you at the feel of them. How he was so worried he’d ruined the friendship you had built up— he’d done it once before back in school, fucked up with a friend because his heart had gotten too involved. But you didn’t care, you just leaned into him, kissed him back, and—

“I’ve never had a blowjob,” he finally sighs, his eyes darting away from yours as his shoulders deflate. He leans back into the cushions, his index finger tapping against your ankle.

You blink, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He lets out a self-conscious laugh, afraid you were just teasing him for half of a second. His mouth quirks up in an embarrassed smile as his cheeks start to pinken. “Kind of pathetic for a guy my age, right?”

You shake your head, sitting up just a little as one of your hands slides around his shoulders. “No… It’s just a bit unexpected... You’ve always talked like you were a walking sex manual.”

He huffs out another laugh and shakes his head. “Yeah, well... High school was all fumbles and dry-humping, and college…” He waves a hand vaguely in the air. Eddie didn’t go to college, his memories were just visits that consisted of him and Gareth trying to bang your roommates and nothing more than that. “I got good at some stuff. Fingering. Going down on girls. I’m not a total idiot. But somehow, no one’s ever offered to, y’know…”

You give him a look, a mix of confusion and pity. You rub his back gently, his shoulders, the back of his neck. Anywhere you can reach to make him just feel. “No one’s ever gone down on you, baby?”

“Not once.” He laughs again, but it was a little tighter, like he had just revealed his darkest secret. He fidgets a bit, shifts his hips under you. His hand tightening around your ankle for just a moment as he spreads his thighs just a little to get comfortable. But if you two were gonna try this dating thing, you might as well know. “I had one girl say she’d do it later.” You watch as he pulls at another loose string of your sock, biting his lip, nerves apparent with the way his brows are knotted down, before he speaks again, “Later never came. A few others just weren’t into it, I guess. I never wanted to be that guy who begged for it.”

You shift just a bit closer, your fingers brushing his wrist that had settled across your legs. “That really sucks, Eds.”

He shrugs, trying to play it off, but his pink cheeks are a dead giveaway. “It’s not like I’m really losing sleep over it, just… sometimes I think about it. Wonder if I’m missing out on something good, y’know?”

You pause, letting the silence stretch thin between you. Then you leaned in close to him again, your voice a whisper. “You are.”

He looks at you, his eyes sharpening just a little at the taunt. “Yeah? Am I?”

You nod at him, biting the inside of your cheek before you let out a breath. “And I’d like to fix that… If you want me to, that is.”

There’s a moment where you swear the only thing you can hear is Eddie’s heartbeat— just one moment— but then he exhales and smiles, a real big one this time. Crooked and soft and fucking stunned.

“You’re being serious, babe?”

“I am,” you say softly and nod, the blanket falling to the floor as you shift to straddle his lap. You run your fingers through his hair, catching on knots that you work out carefully. “Dead serious. Wanna let me blow your mind?”

Eddie lets out a laugh, not being able to believe what was unfolding in front of him. “God, I must’ve saved a fucking kitten from a burning building in a past life or something for this to be happening.”

“This is just what girlfriends do, Eds. Calm down.” You roll your eyes and kiss him— slow, steady, your hand twisting slightly at a bit of his hair— and he melts like warm wax right into you. His arms slide around your waist, his breath catching in his throat when you rock against him just once. By the time you pull away, his mouth is hanging slack and his pupils are blown wide. “Take your pants off,” you giggle softly. “Now.”

He obeys like he’d been waiting for you to give that order his entire life. He fumbles with the button on his jeans as you slide off his lap, sinking to your knees on the floor in front of him. His cock was already hard and strained against the black fabric of his boxers. He hisses when you pull the waistband back, revealing his cock, flushed and heavy, the tip fucking glistening.

You look up at him from between his thighs and see something you hadn’t really expected to see, you never had before, not like this— he was flushed up to his ears, his breathing shallow. He was fucking nervous as hell.

“You okay?” you ask softly, your hand rubbing along his thigh gently.

He nods, swallowing hard. “Just… fuck. Yeah, I’m fine… this just feels really real now. Like we’re dating dating.”

You smile at him, rolling your eyes a bit. “That’s because it is real, Eddie.”

You lean in and press your lips to the crease of his inner thigh first, kissing gently as your eyes flick up to watch his breath hitch. Then you move, pressing a kiss just above the base of him, then lower, dragging your mouth along his length without taking him in.

His hands clench at his thighs, trying to find a place to rest them. “You’re really gonna take your time with this, huh?”

You hum softly against the underside of his cock, moving back to nudging your nose against the base of him. “Damn right I am.” When you finally move up and wrap your lips around the head, his breath leaves his chest in one shocked, broken exhale.

“Holy shit,” he groans softly, his hips twitching up as he squirms under your touch. “That— fuck— your mouth is so warm, Jesus Christ—”

You suck gently, letting your tongue swirl around his heavy length, then you ease down slowly, taking him into your mouth inch by inch. By the time your nose presses into that thatch of brown curls at the base, his thighs are trembling. His hands hover over your head uselessly, trying to decide whether to hold your hair or cling to the couch cushions beneath him.

You glance up at him through your lashes, to be met with the sight of him looking down at you like you were some divine cosmic event— his eyes wide, lips parted as a soft breath escapes them, his chest heaving. “This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” he mutters softly. “And I once had sex in the back of a hearse, so that’s saying something— fuck, do that again.”

You bob your head just a bit more. A little faster this time, stroking what you couldn’t take in your mouth with your hand. He groans so loud at the feeling— tossing his head back against the cushions— you were sure his next door neighbor heard.

“Shit— fuck, baby, that’s— goddamn, I’m not gonna be able to look at you again after this without getting hard.”

You moan around him at the compliment, hollowing your cheeks, and he actually gasps, closing his eyes.

“Oh fuck, okay, okay— if you keep doing that I’m gonna— shit— fuck, I’m cumming—”

You don’t stop, your mouth working him through it. His hips shallowly thrusting up into you with each little grunt from the back of his throat. You swallow everything as you pull away, then give one last gentle kiss to his twitching tip as he slumps against the back of the couch.

You climb back up beside him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You settle yourself back into your earlier seat, toss your legs back over his lap, and drape the blanket over both of you again.

He stares at the ceiling for a moment, completely still. His chest rising and falling slowly, but his mind racing. He’s never gotten a blow job before that, but you sure as hell have given one. It pangs deep in his heart. Some guy from your college got your mouth before he did? If he thinks too hard about it, his chest may combust. So he shakes it off, and then he laughs, “I am literally never going to shut up about this.”

You laughed. “I’d be disappointed if you did.”

He turns his head back to look at you, bright red cheeks adorning his face, still catching his breath. “You just gave me the best orgasm of my entire fucking life, and now I have to figure out how to go on living with that.”

You smirk, moving closer to him settling in against his chest. He throws his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your lower back as you whisper, “You’ll manage.”

There’s a long pause between the both of you before he chuckles, “…You’re gonna let me return the favor, right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Eventually.”

He grins. “Cool. Cool cool cool. Just making sure. Because I’ve got a lot of fucking pent-up blowjob karma to balance out.”

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