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iheartharrington · 2 years

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Can you write something where the reader and Steve are doing ....the deed and she isnt moaning because she is embarrassed (insecure) by the way she moans ( litterally sounds like an anime character 💀😬) and steve thinks he is doing something wrong but when he finds out it's all just all laughs and giggles

Of course I can! Thank you so much for the suggestion. Love the user by the way LMAO.

you can tell me. - (steve harrington one shot)

WARNINGS/INCLUDES:

MAINLY FLUFF. DOES NOT END WITH FULL SMUT SCENE.

obviously smut, protected sex, consent, reassurance, fluff

(let me know if i missed anything) (also i did not proofread this)

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Steve and I had been dating for about seven months. Obviously his character development was massive and I had been there first hand to see it. I’m so glad I stuck by his side because it was so worth it. He has become the person I always knew he could be. Truth be told, I had fallen in love with him and I had been thinking about being intimate with him for some time now. The only problem was… I had only ever experienced an orgasm on my own. I know how loud and weird I sound and it’s embarrassing, but I literally can’t help it. The last thing I wanted was for Steve to hear me and go running for the hills.

Steve came over tonight so we could watch movies since my parents were out of town. The movie had just ended and he was laying in my lap now, looking up at me while I stroked his hair. His brown eyes containing a glint and a hint of mischief in them.

He smiled and tapped his lips with his index finger.

I rolled my eyes before holding my hair out of the way to lean down and kiss him.

He deepens the kiss and after a while, pulls away and stands. I lean back on the couch, breathless. I watch Steve as he paces and swipes a hand over his face.

“I’m gonna go get a glass of water. Do you need anything?” He starts to walk out of the room.

“Steve, wait.”

He stops but he doesn’t turn to face me.

I get up and walk to him. I wrap my arms around him from behind, laying my palms flat on his chest and my head on his back. His hands reach up and cover mine. He pulls them to his lips and peppers kisses on my knuckles. I knew he was getting a little worked up and didn’t want me to feel like i was obligated to do anything, but I wanted to.

“Steve. I said again.

“Hmm.”

“Look at me.” I spun him around, and he found my gaze.

“You don’t need to walk away.” I put my arms up around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist, pulling me tightly against his body. I could feel the heat radiating off him and his bodily reaction to our make out on my lower stomach. I reached my hand down between us and felt him. He sucked a breath through his teeth and gave me a warning look.

“Y/n…you don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to feel like…”

“I want to. I..I love you, Steve.”

He moved his eyes from my lips to my eyes and smiled. “I love you too, Y/n.”

My heart beat faster in my chest and I leaned up to kiss the man I love. I pull my own shirt off.

He steps back and looks me up an down, “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m so sure.”

With that, we’re up the stairs in my room, our clothes flying off and landing in random places around the room. His lips are all over me. From my neck, down my chest, to my thighs, he was practically worshipping me.

He had barely touched me, but my body was ready for him. He laughs at me as I tell him I bought a box of condoms a couple of days ago. Nonetheless, he grabs the box and takes one out, putting it on.

We both gasp as he slips inside of me, moving slowly and patiently.

He continues with precise movements and it feels so good I’m overwhelmed. I force myself to hold in any noises. It becomes harder and harder as he continues. My hand is firmly grasped over my mouth, controlling myself the best I can, eyes screwed shut.

Suddenly, all his movements come to a crashing halt and I’m completely thrown and frustrated.

“Steve..” I whine.

“I thought.. I thought I was doing something wrong. How can I make it feel better?”

I am so confused right now I just look at him, mouth open, eyes blinking. “Huh?’ I lick my dry lips.

“It’s just.. you weren’t.. you know.. conveying how you felt so I assumed it wasn’t good.”

“Steve, no. I’m just.. embarrassed.. I guess.”

He completely pulls away from my body, pulling the blanket over his lower half. “Oh.. I see. I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to regret it and now..”

I climb onto his lap before I even think. “No. No, no, no. Steve. It’s not that at all.” I put his face in my hands and he looks at me, confused and still slightly upset.

I sigh, looking down. “I’m insecure about the way I moan.”

I look up to see his head turned, eyes searching mine. “What do you mean, baby.”

My heart flutters at him trying to be sweet and care for my feelings even after he thought he was being rejected. Still, I pause, not wanting to answer.

He grabs the teddy bear off the bed next to me and moves it’s paws mimicking a cartoony voice, “You can tell me.” He says, breathing out his nose like a light laugh. It makes me smile.

“It’s very.. graphic.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” He smirks at me.

I giggle, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s literally like some whiny anime girl, Steve.”

His hand cups his mouth and he bursts into a fit of laughter.

“Shut up!” I swat his arm.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… but I can totally picture that.” He laughs so hard his eyes tear up, and I follow suit.

We’re both laying on top of each other with the blanket tangled around us, laughing for what seems like forever.

“Well..” He says, wiping his eyes, “I’m still gonna finish what I started.”

He smiles before grabbing my waist and kissing me hard.

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iheartharrington · 2 years

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king steve. (steve harrington - smut, one shot)

BACKSTORY:

steve harrington is adored by all of hawkins high. you thought he basically forgot you even existed until he saw you at a party the entire senior class was invited to. it’s not that you were unpopular, you just hung out with your own crowd. you and steve used to be friends in middle school, but everything changed in high school when he was dubbed “king steve”. from then on, you always thought steve was somewhat of a douchebag and a social climber. you thought he had no depth and didn’t care about anything beyond his looks and his popularity until tonight.

WARNINGS/INCLUDES:

dom steve, unprotected sex, oral receiving for both, sort of rough, pet names, begging, consent, fem reader

let me know if i missed any:)

(also, i did not proofread this so pls ignore typos/errors)

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It was a brisk Spring night, just two days after graduation. Tommy had invited everyone in the senior class to celebrate since his parents would be out of town. Me and my small, tight-knit group of friends pulled up in the same Volkswagen. The music raged through my ears as I opened the car door. Laughter and whooping swirls through the night air and your skin buzzes with excitement.

I had just gotten into my dream school, graduated, and was about to have one last hurrah with my friends before I started my summer job to save up some money for school.

I swiped my hands down my outfit to smooth out the wrinkles in my top and bell bottom jeans.

Everyone danced and danced until our feet hurt. A couple of hours in and I can’t lie, I was not sober. Feeling tipsy, I boosted myself up onto the counter and screamed “HAWKINS SENIOR CLASS” at the top of my lungs. Everyone raised their drinks and shouted in agreement as I became overcome with giggles. I sat down on the edge of the counter and wiped the sweat from dancing off my hairline. Leaning over, I poured myself another drink and brought the strawberry liquor to my lips.

“Y/n?” Someone from behind my cup said my name.

I lowered my cup to see none other than Steve “The Hair” Harrington. I gasped.

“Well if it isn’t Mister Popularity.” I slurred.

Steve felt drawn to you when he saw you up on the counter. He watched as your hooded y/e/c eyes slowly blinked at him from over your solo cup. His pupils dilating as they were drawn to the strawberry liquor that made your lips glisten. He thought about your mouth in other places, causing his face to flush slightly.

“Steve will do just fine.” He said. I leaned closer and slipped off the edge. Steve quickly moved to catch me until my feet met the ground again. I was pinned between him and the counter. The intoxicating smell of his cologne and the liquor on his breath made me feel dizzy.

“Thanks.” I looked up at him. I admired his big brown doe eyes that were staring at me, and then down to my lips, and back up to catch my gaze again.

I cleared my throat, “Well, King Steve, I think you have the wrong girl.” I tried to slide out of his gaze before I got too caught up.

He put his hand on my waist, “I don’t think I do.” His whisper was hot against the crook of my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He smirked at the effect.

The cocky look suddenly filled me with anger.

“Oh yeah? And how long has it been Steve?”

“Since what?” Poor thing was genuinely confused.

I stood up straight, causing him to remove his body from mine. “Since you’ve spoken to me. Or, hell, even looked in my direction.” I scoffed.

“I’ve looked in your direction plenty of times, you just never caught me.” His eyes softened and suddenly I was remembering the little boy I was friends with when we were kids. Remembering where we were, I looked around. Many people were staring and mumbling.

I grabbed Steve’s wrist and started walking out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

“Where do you think? Everyone is staring.”

He pulled me back against a wall. “So let them stare.”

“Oh I get it. We’re graduated now so it doesn’t matter who you’re seen with.”

“No. That’s not it at all. I’ve been wanting to do this every day for three years.”

My heart jumped in my chest. “So why didn’t you?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to. Freshman year of high school, I pulled away pretty hard.. I thought- I thought you hated me after that.”

“Well…” I traced my fingers down the buttons on his shirt. His eyes followed my fingertips as he sharply inhaled. “I did…but..”

“But?”

“I always wanted to be close to you again, but you know how it is, King Steve.” I said somewhat mockingly. He looked away, almost embarrassed. “I wasn’t about to make a fool out of myself for nothing. I didn’t know how you felt.”

“I- I don’t…”

My heart sunk, “Yeah, I know. You don’t know what to say. It’s okay, Stevie.” I focused on playing with a button on his shirt so I didn’t have to face the embarrassment I felt bubble up.

He tilted my chin up to look at him. “You know you’re the only one who calls me that.” He paused and leaned down to my ear. “I missed it. I miss…you.”

My breath hitched as he glided one hand up my side and the other into my hair on the nape of my neck. His breath was warm right beneath my ear. I squeezed his arms, pushing my hips out to meet his.

He let out a low chuckle, “So, I assume you feel the same.”

I leaned up and connected my lips with his before pulling away way too soon. “Does that make things clear?”

His eyes lit up. “Crystal.” He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs in Tommy’s huge house. He knocked on a door before picking a room and closed it quickly behind him.

My heart raced as I caught his eyes raking down my body.

He rolled his sleeves up a bit, “Sit.”

I did as I was told and took a seat at the end of the bed.

I watched as he walked toward me with very precise and purposeful movements. That’s one thing I’ve always admired about Steve. He moves with such confidence. Everything he does seems intentional. Even though he has his goofy side, he’s just so damn fine.

He looks me in the eyes and sinks to his knees in front of me. He makes no attempt to reach for me. His hands lay face up on his thighs.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Forgive me.” He says, eyes pleading.

“Steve, I-..”

He moved his hands up to my thighs, eyes on mine the whole time. He grabs the button on my jeans, waiting. I nod with approval. He wastes no time in unbuttoning them and pulling them down my legs as I stand. When I sit back down, his hands immediately pull my legs apart. I put my hands down at my sides to stabilize myself as I lean back on them. He stretches his hand up my stomach under my shirt. I quickly pull it off and he traces his hand back down til he reaches the top of my underwear.

“Don’t stop.” I say breathlessly.

“Forgive me.” He says again.

“Steve, there’s nothing to forgive. I understand.” I’m starting to get impatient.

“Just say it, y/n. Please, for me.”

I look down at him, his chest heaves. I can tell he’s just as excited as I am, but my forgiveness is more important to him.

“Of course I forgive you, Harrington.”

A smile graces his features and I gasp as I’m pulled down by my hips followed by the feeling of a cool breeze over where I need him most. His muscles strain against his skin as they wrap around my legs. I’m already squirming. He looks up at me as he brushes the tip of his nose over my clit and I buck my hips in response.

“Someone’s needy. Stay still, sweet girl.” He bites the inside of my thigh, soothing it quickly with his tongue. He does the same thing over again in different spots, and I know there’s going to be bruises there later. As much as I’m enjoying the feeling of his lips anywhere on me, I need him now.

“Steve I-..”

“Say it. Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You, please. I need you. Now.” With those words, he’s buried between my thighs flattening his tongue and licking a stripe up my center. My hands go to his hair, intertwining my fingers in the soft strands. I can’t help but to pull causing Steve to moan into me. My thighs clench tighter around his head. My hips meet his movements as he digs his fingernails into my skin. I lower my hands and he holds them with his own and pushes down on my stomach. He continues lapping up my wetness. His tongue working strategically before his mouth decides to focus on my clit. He sucks it with just enough pressure, over and over again until I’m dripping down his chin. He uses one hand to slide one and then two fingers inside of me while the other still holds mine firmly in his grasp.

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Steve squeezes my hands in response and keeps his pace until I’m writhing against his face. He attempts to hold me still while continuing his movements until I’m overcome with sensitivity. He swipes his fingers against me causing me to jerk from the sensitivity. “Taste.” He said, sliding up my body and bringing his fingers to my mouth. “You have become my favorite flavor.” I sucked his fingers dry and felt his dick twitch in his pants. He leaned down and kissed me tough but passionately. His soft lips opening momentarily to let his tongue into my mouth and wrestle with my own. He kisses his way down my jawline and under my ear, finding the sweet spot. Moving my hand down between us, I start to palm him through his jeans. He groans into my neck.

“Y/n.” He moans, “More.”

He leans up as a I pull off his shirt and scan over his torso. I feel the saliva pool inside my cheeks. He pulls off his jeans, kneeling in front of me once more.

Steve hooks a finger through my bra strap. “I want this off.” I unclipped the bra from the middle and pulled it off. Steve’s eyes went wide.

“Perfect.” He leaned toward my body, but I caught him.

“MnMn, my turn.”

I rake my nails lightly down his stomach, playing with the waistband of his underwear. His head rolls back and he runs his fingers through his hair. I pull down his underwear and his hard dick is dripping with pre-cum. My mouth salivates once more. “Holy shit.”

Steve tries to smirk at me, but I take my thumb and glide it around the tip. Suddenly he is back to looking pathetic. Steve groans in response, his knees shaking.

“Lay down, baby.” I coo. We switch positions, Steve kissing me as we do so.

He does as he’s told, and collects my hair into a makeshift pony tail as I lightly scrape my nails on his shaft before cupping his balls and lightly playing with them. I look up at him one last time before lowering my mouth onto him, swirling my tongue around the tip. I can tell Steve is doing everything he can not to buck his hips, but I wrap my hand around his in my hair and push it down.

His eyes fly open as he blinks rapidly. “Dirty girl.” I moan in response and he gives me the famous Steve Harrington smirk.

I move my head quicker, scratching my nails on his thighs.

“God, you’re good at that. If you don’t s-stop I’m gonna..”

Before he can finish his sentence, I pull away and kneel on either side of his body. His hands immediately go to my hips. I wrap my hand around his dick once more and tease it along my wet slit.

“Holy fuck.” His eyes are trained on where we are about to connect. He’s practically shaking with anticipation beneath me.

“Do it. Please. Y/n, please. I need to be inside of you. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He confesses.

“Me too.” I smile and lower myself onto him.

We both gasp. He waits for me to adjust and signal for him to move. I begin rocking my hips as he matches my slow pace. He leans up and capture one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it while he guides my hips with his hands.

My head falls back, his hands move to my back, and he leans into my body.

I can tell he’s close as I feel his open mouthed gasps hot against my damp skin.

He quickly switches positions and now he’s mercilessly thrusting inside me.

“Stevie.” I moan into his ear, kissing his neck.

He groans. “Mm, fuck I love when you call me that.” Leaning up, he holds my waist and watches my breasts bounce with each of his thrusts.

I pulled him back on top of me, feeling like I can’t get close enough to him. My nails dig into his back and up through his hair.

“Look at me.” I say. He opens his eyes, his brow damp with sweat.

I cradled his head between my hands, “Don’t ever pull away from me again, Steve Harrington.”

He half smiles, “I wouldn’t survive it.”

I flip us over. “Promise me.” I ride him faster.

His whole body reacts, “I p-promise.”

Our bodies are in perfect sync. Our mouths all over every where on each other’s bodies.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, y/n”

“Steve I’m going to..” My whole body felt like it was on fire. The pit in my stomach continues building tension as I head toward my release. I feel like I can’t breathe as Steve completely takes over lifting my hips and slamming them back down. Noises of our slapping skin fill the air and I moan from everything all at once overwhelming my senses.

“I know baby, let it go. Cum for me.”

My head falls into his shoulder, my body shaking from my orgasm.

Steve runs his hand down my hair. “Shh. That’s my good girl.” He coaxes.

With the last bit of energy left in me, I sit up. Steve continues to fuck me and I whine from the sensitivity. I give him a quick nod to let him know he can keep going. “Be rough with me.”

He grabs my hair and fucks me hard and fast until his thrusts become sloppy. I help him keep going, kissing him. His jaw falls slack and he can’t kiss me back anymore. I tighten around him one last time and he releases into me with a guttural groan.

“Thank you. Thank you.” He whispers into my skin, peppering kisses on my collarbone.

We fall down to the bed and he lays splayed on my stomach looking up at me as I run my fingers through his hair. He hums with satisfaction. My heart rate finally begins to slow. His skin is flushed pink and a goofy, sleepy grin lays on his face. He kisses my stomach through the sheet and looks back up to me.

“You’re beautiful, y/n. Next time be gentle with the hair. I am Steve “The Hair” Harrington after all.” He sleepily laughs and fakes a wince when I tug his hair a little. I laugh in response and he turns his head to lay flat.

I smile, my eyes falling closed.

“Never pulling away again.” He mumbled into my stomach.

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