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thefreakandthehair · 1 year

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First, I wanna thank you for being so damn kind to me when you didn’t have to. You reached out while I felt like I was in crisis and it helped knowing there are others who feel the same way.

Second, because I’m a selfish person and you’ve already done such amazing things for me, I’m gonna ask for one more! 😩 If you’re comfortable doing a Steve x reader smut fic where he’s been traveling with his baseball team for some road games and when he gets home he says:

“show me how much you missed me”

You’re amazing and I’m thankful for you 🥰🥰🥰

author’s note: I've never written x reader fic before so please dear God, be gentle on me here? I am calling myself and my own fantasies out. I hope this fulfills your request, friend! <3 not beta-read.

warnings: 18+ (minors DNI I am so not kidding about this!!), afab!reader, established relationship with Steve Harrington, unprotected sex (this is fanfic, please use protection always!), multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), Steve is slightly subby because I just wanna wreck that man, Steve is also soft and tender because well have you seen that man? I think that's it, lmk if I missed anything!

word count: 2.6k, all pwp

tagging: @steves-babysitter @fruityfourgalore @munsonquinns @bayouteche

please do not perceive me. I am who I am.

You have countless reasons to be excited that Steve was almost home after being away for a week on road games with his recreational baseball league. You miss his warmth in bed next to you, his chest pressing against your back as you sleep. You miss the cute notes he’d write in the steam in the bathroom mirror when you were in the shower. You miss the smell of his coffee brewing in the morning. Hell, you even miss washing twice the dishes and his favorite “Best Dad Ever” mug gifted as a gag by Dustin last Christmas sitting on the counter.

Shit, I’m in so deep with this guy, you laugh to yourself. You hate washing dishes.

So yes, you have plenty of reasons to be over the moon that your boyfriend was coming home. One reason that you weren’t expecting– not in the slightest– was Steve barging into the apartment unannounced, dropping his bag at the door, grabbing you around the waist into a hug so tight you would have worried about your ribs if your brain hadn’t whited out, and peppered kisses along the side of your face. His I missed you so much is almost drowned out by your giggles as you turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I missed you too, Steve.” You barely get the words out around his lips, pressing against yours with an urgency you also hadn’t expected. He smiles against you, pushing you back against the kitchen counter.

“Yeah?” He pulls back, his voice as husky as his eyes are smoldering. “Show me how much you missed me, then.”

You’re always weak in his hands when he looks at you like this, like you’re something to be desired. It’s overwhelming at times, how much he loves you. You’re still not sure exactly what you must’ve done in a past life to deserve it– to deserve Steve– but you sure aren’t going to question it.

“So, so much.” You press your forehead against his and feel your eyes flutter closed. Steve’s hands wander, running down up and down your sides before hooking beneath your thighs and lifting you up to sit on the counter. A small, surprised oh escapes your lips as the cool stone of the counter presses against the skin exposed around your shorts. Your arms are still firmly wrapped around Steve’s neck and he meets your eyes easily now, a much better position for him to crowd into your space and stand between your thighs. The hard line of his dick presses against you and it takes everything to silence your groan, already feeling a heat pooling in your stomach.

“Mmmm,” he moans softly and dives in to kiss you again, his large hands on both cheeks holding you still and his tongue licking its way between your lips. Steve’s teeth bite down on your bottom lip and the groan you’d just successfully swallowed escapes without your permission. Steve’s smile grows– you feel it more than you see it– and you make it a personal mission to until he breaks the kiss, his lips still close enough to ghost against your’s when he speaks.

“What’s going on down here, hmm?” Steve’s hand glides down your body to the wet spot forming between your legs. His fingers tease you, touching everywhere around you but not you. Not yet.

“Just me missing you, babe.” Your breath is shaky and you squirm, trying to make contact with his fingers just where you want it but he’s too familiar with your strategies. His other hand slides down and holds your hip in place, his fingers splaying across the crease at the top of your thigh and digging into the flesh of your lower back. God, those hands, you think.

You’d heard the talk around Hawkins High, whispers in the girls bathroom about how loving and soft and tender he’d been. That he’d held their hands and had asked how they were doing, that he’d made sure that everything felt good. One girl tried to bring you into the gossip once, years before you’d learn for yourself that while these accounts were all true, there’s much more to Steve’s sexual proclivities– things that his one-night stands and hookups didn’t get to experience. Not like you.

“Looks like we should do something about that, don’t you think?” His breath is warm against your ear as drags one finger up your clothed slit. “Barely even touched you and you’re already soaking right through these shorts.”

The sting of his teeth taking the bottom of your earlobe between them and the mocking tone coloring his whisper sends you jolting, your mouth hanging open with a breathy moan.

“Ooo, someone likes that. Do you? You like that, pretty girl?” His fingers maneuver around your shorts, his lips moving to the side of your neck where he leaves kiss after kiss, bite after bite. Your head is spinning, using his shoulders to prop you up so you don’t melt right off the counter. And thank God for that, because his fingers finally, finally tease your swollen clit.

“Fuck, Stevie, please–” Your voice is broken, slipping into a choked whine as you feel Steve’s long fingers spread you apart, one rubbing in little circles.

“Please what, baby? Words, you know you have to use your words.” He pulls back from your neck, proudly taking in the line of marks he’s left and your heaving chest. God, he thinks, so beautiful. The hand that had been holding your thighs down creeps back up to cradle the back of your neck, easily wrapping around the warm skin there as he brings his forehead to touch yours.

You squirm around his fingers, sliding towards them with desperation. “Please, I need you– please–”

Maybe Steve takes pity on you, maybe he just wants to be inside you as much as you want him to be inside you, and you genuinely don’t care which is true because when his finger slips into the warm, wet heat, thoughts don’t matter. All that matters is writhing around on the countertop you just cleaned, around Steve’s fingers, clinging to his shoulders for dear life. He adds another finger and picks up the tempo, his hand behind your head gripping tighter, his forehead still pressed firmly against yours. Steve’s eyes are dark and needy and his pretty pink lips are parted just slightly, enough to feel the rush of his breath against your nose.

“Love those pretty moans, love all of you,” he whispers, not breaking his rhythm. You have no response, no words, just whimpers as you feel heat pooling in your stomach.

“Don’t stop, please, please Stevie, please don’t– don’t stop, right there, please!” Steve knows though, he knows you’re going to come and he isn’t done with you yet. He wants you, all of you, messy and disheveled. So he stops.

“Sorry sweetheart, I just think you deserve a little more than my fingers, don’t you?” He pulls out slowly and you briefly consider replacing them with your own but then you see Steve sink to his knees, pulling you to the edge of the counter with him.

“All that waiting, this whole week?” He pulls your shorts off completely, dropping them next to him on the kitchen floor. “You’ve been such a good girl, you deserve to be taken care of, right?”

Something in his choice of words sends you into orbit, circling the Sun like a star tied to its gravity in a loop of you’ve been a good girl. “Been so good, Steve, I promise, so good. I’ll be so good for you.”

Steve chuckles as he kisses your thighs, holding them apart with fingers digging into your skin. “Oh, I know you will be, baby. I know.”

His lips work up your thighs and he presses soft, gentle kisses around the wet mound. His fingers move to spread you apart, staring at the glistening little hole and nub. It’s difficult to keep your eyes open but watching Steve on his knees for you is something you desperately need to commit to memory– your hands in his hair, his eyes wanton and blown out beneath his eyelashes as he looks up at you like you’re something to look at, tongue deliberately hanging out of his mouth before licking a teasing, mocking stripe up your slit. The grip in his hair grows tighter just as his hold on your legs does, shoving himself further between your legs and licking small circles around your clit before gently sucking it between his lips.

Steve’s not the most well-versed in music, but he wants to record the way you’re gasping and moaning– all of the little whimpers, the way you’re begging and pleading, crying his name over and over again. It’s the most remarkable song he’s ever heard. He relishes in the way you finally let go. He can feel the moment it happens, when you get out of your head and fully into your body. Your hands grasp his hair and pull him in closer, rutting against his tongue and he lets you. God, he lets you, he’d let you do absolutely anything to him. Nothing gets your boyfriend off more than you using him for your own pleasure and this? Riding his tongue in the fucking kitchen? He’s going to fuck you within an inch of your life for it.

Steve’s hands drop from your thighs and rest on his own– you don’t need to be held, he wants to let loose, to buck as hard and fast as you please. You register the lack of pressure and glance down to see Steve, completely at your whim, pliant and receiving, and the strings tethering you to the ground snap. The fiery coil building inside you releases with a scream and Steve presses his mouth impossibly closer, needy and insistent on collecting as much of your gushing mess as he can. He laps at you until you twitch with overstimulation, pulling back to look up at you with a smile. And isn’t he a sight? Face flushed, hair mussed, skin slicked over from his nose to his chin, and he’s fucking smiling up at you.

How did I get this lucky?

You don’t know it, but Steve is thinking the same thing.

The post-orgasm haze slowly drops and you’re painfully aware that Steve is fully clothed still, entirely untouched, and that is not fair. Not one bit. You reach out for his hands which he happily takes and pull him back up to you. Nimble hands undo his belt and jeans while he rips off his shirt in one swift motion from the back, pulling it easily over his head and discarded somewhere. Who cares where?

“Baby,” he stops you as push him back and slide off the counter before you can sink in front of him, “I’need to fuck you. Please. Need t’be inside you.” You can tell by the slur in his words that he’s already fucked out, absolutely gone on you, and knowing that you did that to him tightens that coil in your stomach right back up.

A smile is all the answer he needs before he’s lifting you up, his arms wrapped tight around your waist, and carries you to the bedroom down the hallway. You tease him along the way, crossing your ankles around him and moving your hips in slow circles, nibbling at his ear, peppering his neck with soft kisses and bites along his shoulder.

“God, you’re trouble, y’know that?” He laughs as he lets you fall to the bed with a small mmph.

Your shirt is off before you can blink and his hands– big and strong– are everywhere. Your hips, your waist, your stomach, your breasts. He stays there for a moment, rolling your sensitive nipples between his fingers, before pulling you in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on him for a moment before his hands creep up, one tangling itself in your hair and the other wrapping gently around your throat. No pressure, just a reminder that you're his.

“And you love it.” You know that he does. There aren’t a lot of certainties in your life, but Steve loving you? That’s one.

“Sure do, honey. More than you could ever know.” He settles himself on top of you, a position you’ve both come to favor. Not just because of the eye contact and intimacy, but because the way Steve takes control like that sends you over the edge every single time. It’s addicting.

His heavy, fat cock falls against your stomach and he traces it around the edge of your pussy, smearing leftover come around the tip, before slowly– achingly and intentionally slowly– fitting himself inside of you. You let your head fall backwards and moan with ecstasy.

You’ve heard the myths, the ones the Greek came up with about one soul being split into two bodies and before Steve, you thought it was just that: a myth. But feeling the way Steve fits and fills you up so perfectly? It’s right. It’s fated. This man was made specifically for you.

Steve throbs in you before finally moving, maintaining a steady tempo. Every breath is heavy, needy, and the room is filled with the delicious sounds of skin on skin, his balls slapping against you as he fucks you into the bed.

“Oh my God, Steve, oh my God, right there, right there, God I can feel you in my fucking chest, you’re so deep!”

The way you’re screaming in his ear is enough to drive Steve right over the precipice he’s standing at, it’s just so beautiful. The hand in your hair tightens, right along with the one around your throat– just a gentle pressure along the sides.

“Is it good, baby? Am I good? This worth the wait?” You love it when Steve talks in bed, love when he starts just losing it over you. It doesn’t happen every time so when it does, it’s a fucking treat.

“So good, you’re the best, wanna fuck you forever, Steve, Steve, Steve oh fuck–” The air is knocked out of you as he lifts your hips, somehow thrusting deeper than before.

“Like that? Yeah? Want it harder?”

“Fuck, fuck me, fuck me, hard as you can, I want it baby, fill me up, please, please!”

Your pleas kick him off the cliff.

“Gonna come, I’m gonna come, gonna fill you up baby, you want it? Yeah? Tell me again, tell me what you want.”

You feel him throbbing and his hips stutter, a telltale sign that he’s above to explode. You rake your nails up his back, hoping to leave marks, and let them land on either side of his face. “Give it to me, I want it all, all of it.”

Steve’s orgasm slams into him like a goddamn meteor and, to your surprise, so does yours. Steve all but screams thank you and that, combined with the thick ropes of come that coat you from the inside, unleash a second climax. You cling to Steve’s neck, riding it out together.

As you both come down from the high, he slips out of you with a whine and falls to your side. One arm pulls you into his sweat-slicked chest and the other wraps around you, holding you close in the warm afterglow.

His lips graze your forehead, then your cheeks, and back to your lips. Chaste and tender this time.

“I really, really missed you,” you whisper into his skin, playing with the wiry hair across his chest.

“Missed you, too, baby. Missed you, too.”

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x y/n #myfic #i have never done this before #i feel fairly confident most of the time with my writing but i have never been so terrified to hit post in my life lmao #be nice or i will bite #this is not beta read

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