#steve harrington daddy kink

[ssweetleaf]

pretty.

step-daddy!steve harrington x step-daughter!reader

summary: your step daddy finds you fast asleep, but can’t seem to shift the thought of filling you— of ruining your chances of being with any other boy that wasn’t him.

includes: SMUT 18+, dub-con, inappropriate relationship, age-gap, somno, fingering, daddy kink, allusions to unprotected p in v

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Peeking through the crack in your door, Steve watched your sweet form, sleeping soundly, sprawled out on your front on your pretty pink duvet— soft little snores escaped your lips, occasionally shifting in your sleep, the irresistible globes of your ass visible with the way your nightgown rode upwards.

His beautiful girl, so worn out and soft, he could already feel his cock hardening from the mere thought of why you were so sleepy— little flashbacks of earlier on littered his brain, his nimble fingers inside your panties, playing idly with your clit.

“It hurts, daddy! Need your help.” You had whined, nudging your nose against his cheek and tugging at his arm, so glad he had come back from work early just to see his best girl.

So, he had helped you, stopped your poor little clit from hurting and made you cum, spasming around nothing and moaning out a constant mantra of daddydaddydaddy.

But now it was his turn, he thought, pushing his door open and letting himself inside your cute little space.

He just couldn’t help himself, for a while it had just been foreplay, letting you practice sucking his cock and having him circle your pretty clit once he was finished, but it was time for something different.

His greedy cock was bored of your mouth, no matter how warm and slick it was, he needed something tighter, something spongy and gummy for him to piston into. And that something was your sweet little cunt— just the mere thought of it fluttering around his length, barely being able to take even half of it, it had him pulling a lip between his teeth to stifle a groan.

So there you lay, his dearest, darling girl, back arched so prettily, your cotton panties wedged between the fat of both ass cheeks, and he made sure to get a closer look— the outline of your puffy pussy lips was sheer through the fabric, pulled taut, a little wet spot covering the space where your hole would be.

You were always so wet for him, whether you liked it or not.

Steve reached out a hand, fingertips tracing the length of your slit from over your panties, watching with a lift of his lip at the way your hips wiggled at his touch— even in your sleep you were drawn to your daddy, leaning into his touch in dream state, you were probably dreaming of him anyway. Dreaming of him defiling you.

His lips quirked at the sweet sound of a whine escaping your lips, mindlessly trying to squeeze your thighs together and lodging his hand even closer towards your pussy in the process.

He managed to hook his intrusive fingers underneath the elastic of your panties, shuffling the crotch to the side and letting the pads of his fingers really feel. Your wetness coated his skin immediately, saturating his flesh just like you saturated your poor panties, your sweet arousal dripping in surges from your untouched hole.

He had to adjust himself at the feeling, palming his crotch and pulling at the fabric of his slacks that suddenly became a little too tight.

“Such a dirty girl,” he huffed out, his unoccupied hand pulling your thighs apart as best as he could to get a closer look. “always such a greedy girl, thinking about your daddy all the time, hm, honey?”

He smirked— if you were awake he was sure you’d give him one of your little scoldings of daddy, you can’t say stuff like that, your cheeks would heat up and you’d refuse to make eye contact, but being sound asleep you just took what he gave, and that included his crude little utterings.

Slowly, he circled a finger around your opening, prodding at it teasingly, letting all your arousal to soak his digit before slipping it inside. You sucked him up immediately, walls contracting around the intrusion and you moaned against the pillow, still sleeping soundly.

Stevie had always wondered how tight you were, an untouched little dove like you he couldn’t even begin to comprehend it— but now, with his finger shoved inside, curling up into your special spot, he could barely find a thought, especially with the immense throbbing of his cock.

Once he slipped a second finger inside you, in attempt to stretch you out a little more, you stirred, eyes fluttering open, entirely confused before turning to see the sweet presence of your daddy.

You gave him a dumb little smile, unaware of what was going on until you realised how full you were, how good it felt.

“D-daddy—” you gasped, leaning on your elbows, cheeks heating at how embarrassed you were, just letting him fill you with his fingers while you were sound asleep.

“Shh,” he cooed, stroking your hair with the hand that wasn’t inside you, grazing your cheek with his knuckle to have you settle down. “were practically begging for it, honey— like a little bunny in heat.”

You whined at his words, backing up into his touch and clenching around him.

“S’good daddy’s here, hm?” He spoke, “poor little pussy would be lost without me, wouldn’t she?”

So filthy, you thought, your ears not entirely used to such crude speech coming from your stepfather, but you couldn’t deny how needy it made you feel, you could feel your slick slipping down your thighs and onto your sheets.

Your daddy pulled his fingers away from you, your pussy clenching around nothing, and you whined from the loss, oh how empty you felt. You didn’t like it, you wanted to be stuffed full for as long as you could take.

“No,” you whined, sniffling, your eyes glistening with tears and you wiggled your ass back into him, urging him to give you more. “Want more, daddy— feels s’good.”

“I’ll give you more, hon,” he hummed, pressing his palm to the back of your head and pushing it down, letting your face squish against the pillows. He fiddled with his belt, pulling it loose and lowering his fly, pulling the pretty length of his cock from his briefs.

He was practically leaking, the thick veins that littered his cock throbbed and surged with hotness, so eager to be inside his most precious girl, to feel her heat and fill her to the brim.

The mere thought of his hot cum filling her insides, shooting into her tummy, it had his knees buckling, mind reeling from how lucky he felt.

He was so glad he had such an obedient, needy girl like you.

[eddiesgirlstevesbabe]

Part 2 of "It's a Friday night in 1986 and you can't wait to see your boyfriend Steve. "

Part 1 is here.

You are overly excited to greet your beautiful boyfriend Steve Harrington home with open arms and open legs!

Also: Steve surprised you so now it's your turn to wow him!

Also: Your relationship with Steve is moving at a lightning fast pace and you are a thousand percent okay with this.

Warning: Pure filth! Daddy kink and size kink because it's Steve Harrington, duh!

Chapter 2

You flit around your apartment happily once you get home, lighting candles, arranging your rose quartz stones just so, dabbing pheromone perfume on your pulse points. Sexy mix tape made by your man playing on the stereo. You feel silly making everything perfect for tonight, but it has been 3 months since Steve Harrington asked you to be his, so it feels important, even if it is ridiculous and teenagery to celebrate a 3 month anniversary.

Your favorite Stevie Nicks song comes on, which is fitting since your place looks like it was decorated by her back in the 70s, with every hue in the place being a version of sunset peach, which included the velvet couch, crystals strewn all about, hanging macrame plant holders floating overhead, even, with succulents in the full bloom. Steve had told you that he felt strangely good about being the only manly thing in the whole apartment, like it made him feel grounded and needed. And you loved that for him. He never asked you to change a thing.

You put on the sexiest lace bra and underwear combo, a gift from Harrington, of course, with just your silk dressing gown hanging open at your sides. It still doesn’t feel like enough to really wow him, so you decide to continue wandering around the place until you find the perfect thing. The shiny metal of the cocktail shaker catches your eye, so you decide that greeting him at the door with a cold martini in hand would be kind of a show stopper.

Steve opens the door right as you are vigorously shaking the icy container of vodka, vermouth, and olive juice, breasts hardly contained as they bounce up and down in that flimsy lace. His jaw absolutely drops. Damn! You curse internally, just one minute too soon! But you just smile seductively, making eye contact with your boyfriend, who appears to be in shock. You might as well continue with your cute little idea.

“Welcome home, Daddy,” you bat your lashes at him and put on your best stepford wife act, just to see what rise you can get out of him.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathes. He looks down at the wine and pizza in his hands, like he’s deciding if he even cares about it now. 

You pour the concoction into a chilled martini glass and walk over to him as if greeting him, a little more than half naked, with a cold beverage the second he walks in from work was some normal, everyday occurrence for you. 

He fumbles to set everything down on a side table. He stares at the drink for a second, takes it, looking dumbfounded, and says, “Thanks, Baby.” His eyes dance over your exposed skin before he leans in to kiss you. Sweet, for a moment, then, he parts your lips with his tongue and tries again, all hungry and desperate. You moan softly into Steve's mouth and feel a drop of vodka escape from his glass, so you back up a little, letting him sip some off the top so it doesn't spill all over you.

"How's it taste?"

"Good, baby. What did I do to deserve all this?"

You sink to your knees, his eyes go wide and his jaw goes slack. You nod your head over to the bar, where a vase filled with long stem red roses sits. He must've acquired them right after you left for work this morning. "Oh, I think you know."

Your fingertips tease over his crotch, nails scratching playfully at the zippered denim. He exhales in a dreamy sigh. "Happy anniversary, baby."

You smirk and pull down the zipper, "Happy anniversary to you too, Daddy. Want your present now or later?"

"Fuck," Steve hisses, slugging back his martini. "Now, now's good, babe, please." He unbuckles his belt and pops the button on his levis. You blink your eyes and suddenly he pulls out his big cock, the smooth tip landing on your lips like a soft pillow. He sets down the glass just in time for you to push his hips so he falls into a seated position on your couch.

Your lace panties do nothing to help absorb how fucking wet you get just kissing and laping at the head of his ridiculously perfect dick, so long and thick you might be convinced you're dating a porn star, only your man is way better looking, and doesn't have a mustache, thank god.

"Wanna make Daddy feel so good, thank him for everything he does for me." 

He doesn't think about the pizza getting cold or the plans he had to eat your pussy immediately after said pizza, he just stares in awe as you take the head of his cock in your mouth while simultaneously pulling your hair up into a high ponytail with your velvet scrunchie. He wraps your ponytail around his hand and guides you to take all of him inside your mouth. He bumps against the back of your throat and you actively try relaxing your throat muscles so you don't gag on his impressive length.

"Such a good fucking girl, taking me down your throat like that. Fuck babygirl, you take me better than anyone else could," Steve says 

I know, you laugh internally, bobbing up and down, just giving up and letting yourself gag on him because it makes him feel, you suppose, very big and powerful, which he is, which you think he needs, considering how little control he had of his life choices growing up and all. You want to do any and everything you can to make him feel good. To make him feel powerful and confident, like he deserves. 

"God you're gonna make me cum down that pretty little throat."

I always do, you think to yourself smugly. It's a must, makes him last long enough for you to come on his cock twice most nights. 

"You are so fucking hot, Princess, I swear two different guys in line at the video store craned their damn necks to watch your perfect ass walk away earlier. Thank God for that counter in front of me because I was rock hard even before I got jealous and then I was even harder," he stops babbling just long enough to moan, and then starts up again. "You bet your fine ass I announced that you were my girl, right then and there. Oh fuck, take me, baby, down so deep… " You just moan around him in response. It is so fucking cute every time he claims he was jealous of someone checking you out, since his version of jealousy isn't possessive or weird, just hot as hell. 

He tightens the grip on your hair and you're no longer feeling so smug, your throat is so stretched as he fucks your face, little tears leak from your eyes and you hope they take your mascara along with them, want to let your man see how messy he makes you and you don't even mind.

You whimper around his cock and he goes completely unhinged as you tease your fingertips along the base, sliding them up and down the lower part of his slick shaft as the heel of your hand massages his balls. You suck in your cheeks and suction him so tight he cries out, taking just about every God's name in vain and you don't even worry about the neighbors hearing. He yanks on your ponytail and you yelp, vibrating along his raging hard cock making him shake and groan.

"Baby, I'm - fuck!" His release shoots down your throat as he holds firm to your hair, praising you over and over. You love the way he twitches uncontrollably as you slowly slide your mouth off of him. He babbles about being the luckiest man alive and your eyes and brain go back and forth between wanting his cock and wanting dinner. 

Steve pulls you into his lap and commands your lips with his, hands harshly holding your hips, moving you so your dripping sex dances right over his still mostly hard length. You grind down on him, just teasing, not letting him inside for real, allowing the tip to brush against your lace covered heat, over and over again. Forget eating dinner.

You pull away from his lips and whine, "I need you, Daddy."

"You need to cum, baby." He gives that hair flip and lip lick that drives you wild. He lifts you off of him so you're on your back. "Need to make your legs shake, cum all over my mouth, baby, over Daddy's fingers," he commands, teasing two between your wet folds.

"Please," is all you need to say. His tongue hits your clit and your entire body feels like a live wire. "Fuck!" You are jumping and squirming with how intense he is; how intent he is on making you come. "You give the best fucking orgasms, don't you, Mister Harrington?

The muffled groan against your already slick heat drives you crazy. He sucks on your sensitive little bud while easing his fingers deep inside you. He prides himself on performing cunnilingus as if it was an Olympic sport in which he held the gold medal and, truth be told, if there was a medal for this, he'd have a whole trophy case full.

"But you're not giving me five or ten down there," you warn. His record was giving you 13 orgasms and you swore your clit had nearly fallen off that day. "Just one, Daddy, 'cause I want your cock so bad." You grind your hips up into his face and he moans happily, getting the hint, and beginning to flick his tongue at about a hundred flicks a minute, just like you like. He curves his fingers inside you a heated shiver crawls up your spine.

"I want your cum all over my face, babygirl," he says against your wet heat, before his tongue is right back where you want it and his fingers are fucking you with a fury that you cannot deny. You whine for him and a desire soaked growl is felt reverberating from deep in his throat to deep inside your pussy.

"Make me, daddy." Your thighs shake and your pleasure builds until it hits the precipice. Your brain buzzes and your body is molten lava as your climax explodes, rippling waves of ecstasy crashing over you. 

You can't talk or move or form thoughts for what feels like forever. You may have actually left your body for a minute there. When you can finally lift you head, you see your glorious man gently stroking your inner thighs, grinning like the Cheshire cat with those pretty white teeth, mouth and chin glistening with your slick. 

"You okay baby?" He asks lovingly.

"Better than okay, Stevie. I think you sent me to another dimension."

"I love when you say that," he grins.

"It's true, Daddy, no one could ever make me feel like you do."

He pokes his tongue out and tries sampling your juices again and you weakly swat his face away, you're just too sensitive.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it baby, this pussy tastes like I wanna marry you."

"Shut up, Harrington!"

"As if I could shut up about you, about forever. As if I could ever stop saying how badly I want you, that pussy that was made for me… " he sneaks one more lick and your whole body convulses with a powerful aftershock. You whine and he retreats, instead picking you up like you're feather light. You wrap your legs around his hips and he sucks on your neck as he walks you backwards towards the bedroom. "Should I fuck you first or feed you first, Princess?"

Your stomach growls but his dick is rock hard just from making you come, and the tip brushes deliciously against your wet core as he holds you. Food can wait, you tell yourself again, "fuck me, claim me, make me yours," you breathe in his incredible scent, licking along his pulse point. His fingertips dig into the meat of your perfectly curved ass, knowing that was the right answer. "Then feed me, get me drunk, and giggle at rom coms with me," you add for good measure. 

"Your wish is my command, " he says valantly, but you know his sweet boy act is now temporarily on hold as he throws you down on the bed and grabs his cock like his life depends on it, hovering a few feet above you like he's the only one in charge.

"Beg me to fuck you, babygirl. Show me how desperate you are for this cock. " He spits in his hand and fucks himself with his fist, biting his lip, waiting for you to beg and fuck! if that's not the hottest thing you've ever seen!

"Ruin this tight little pussy, Daddy, ruin me! This pussy is only for you, anyway, Daddy, make it yours. Make it a fucking mess, please!"

"Mmm, you want my cum, baby?"

"I need it, daddy, " you whine.

"You wanna be so fucking full, don't you? You want me to fuck you full of my babies?"

"Pleaseeee."

He groans, leaning down and teasing his impossibly hard and stupidly big cock through your folds, tapping your clit, making your hips jolt off the bed. He seizes the opportunity, grabbing your hips and flipping you on all fours, positioning your top half towards your nightstand. 

You feel the tip of his cock at your entrance. "Take that pack, throw it in the trash, yeah? Make me a daddy for real, baby."

You stifle a laugh and bat the little pink compact of birth control pills on your nightstand towards your little pink trash can next to it. You'll probably fish it out later, you're not a hundred percent ready to get knocked up yet, but it really turns Steve on and, honestly? You're not letting anyone else have his babies, so… 

"Knock me up daddy, fill me with all that cum, please…" and bam! He bottoms out in one movement, you cry out as he hits your cervix.

"But Daddy, I've been a naughty girl, I already took my pill today. I guess you'll have to punish me." Really you forgot, but figure this will be surefire way to get your hair pulled and ass spanked. 

Bait taken! You feel your ponytail wrapped around one big hand while the other lands on your ass cheek with a sweet little sting. Your boyfriend breathes heavy behind you as he slowly pulls out of you and then slams back in, making you jolt while a little squeak escapes your lips. 

"Bad girl, huh?" Is all Steve can say, he is so overwhelmed with how incredibly tight you are at this angle, he doesn't have the brainpower to care that you actually like being punished, making it not a punishment at all. "But your tight pussy feels so … good." 

"I've been so… mmpff, fuck! … naughty daddy … I couldn't wait for you earlier and I played with my little button waiting for you!" You feel a strong tug at your ponytail. A harder spank on your ass. Steve doesn't think that's worth punishing either, he just finds it extremely hot.

"Again." He orders, fucking you relentlessly, "touch that pretty pink princess button, babygirl, want you to scream, cream on daddy's big cock."

Your eyes roll back in your head but you do as you're told and your thighs shake as the pleasure threatens to explode inside you.

"How bad a girl can you be, taking my cock so good like that?"

"Jus … just a few more, Daddy, I've been b-bad… and I'm so c-"

He growls as digs his fingertips into your ass followed by three more spicy spanks, three ponytail tugs, and a "come for me, come all over my cock, baby," and that's all it takes for you to be screaming your boyfriend's names, shaking and falling on your face in the mattress.

"Yes, just like that baby, good girl…" he pulls out of you and gently turns you over, "'cept I didn't get to see you come, really wanna see your face, can you do that for me one more time, princess?" 

"Mmhmm," you manage, opening your eyes to see him staring at you with pure lust and a rock hard dick in his hand. His chest and abdominal muscles all sweaty and tense with desire, chest hair matted, tan and fucking glistening.

"You are so fucking hot, baby," he breathes, cock hovering at your entrance.

Finally, you find words. "You are a golden god, Steve Harrington. Tell me you're gonna come inside me, please! "

He pushes your knees up by your ears and fucks into you, making filthy wet noises fill the room as he fills you so completely. He sneaks his thumb onto your sensitive clit and promises to fill you up, "dirty girl wants all my cum, gonna take those pills out with the trash, wants'ta make me a daddy. Fuck, come with me baby."

You're feeling positively fucked out and cockdumb but you agree to try timing it just right with a nod and a "yes, daddy." You feel your inner thighs twitch and wobble, you know how close you are, so you reach up and pinch your boyfriend's nipples and he cries out ferociously.

"Gonna make me come so deep inside…" you take his hand and put it low on your belly.

"Feel how deep, feel how huge, daddy!" He growls and then continues rubbing that little nerve bundle until neither of you can take it anymore, and your hips are bucking up into him, totally out of control, screaming into his mouth as he shakes and stutters above you, tongue dominating yours as he moans and coats your pussy with his seed.

Your skin is stuck together as you pant rushed breaths, trying to regulating you breathing together. Your fingertips tease in his chest hair, feeling the fast thrum of his heartbeat.

Finally, Steve can talk but he's still kind of panting. It makes you giggle. "I love you! God! You're just so perfect, fuck!" Steve huffs. "Is it okay if I fuck you and only you for like, the rest of time?"

You smirk, "that could be arranged." 

"I was god damned miserable before you, baby, you've made me the happiest idiot in the Midwest."

"You're not an idiot, you're perfect, you're my King Steve."

He kisses every inch of your neck and chest, "and you're my queen. My moon goddess." 

He slowly gets up and helps clean you meticulously. He disappears and then comes back with a water and a glass of wine for you, heated up pizza with extra pepperoni and crushed red pepper. "You said horror earlier and now you say rom com. Which is it, baby?" He asks, sprawled across the bed, stroking your thigh as he looks over the tapes he brought home for you.

You lay in the most blissful state, your mind and body are jello. You can barely lift your glass to your lips but you are perfectly content. "You pick, Stevie, you know me better than anyone." 

He knows your brain just as well as he knows your body and it feels so good to trust him completely. He puts on Sixteen Candles because he knows it's your favorite and that you might be too blissed out to focus on something new right now. You feel like you're Sam and he's Jake Ryan. Steve is the real life Jake. You feel like you hit the million dollar lottery. You are the luckiest woman alive. 

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[ddeadly-succubus]

Steve pinning you down and crushing you with his entire weight as he gently manhandles you onto his fat cock. You get all teary eyed and almost let out a sob as the tip of his cock slides inside your tight hole, no matter how many times he’s fucked you, it will always be somewhat of a struggle to take him all the way without crying.

“It’s ok, honey, just let daddy take care of you, yeah?” He whispers into your ear, hips rocking against yours as you’re smothered even further under his big strong body.

You slowly start to melt into subspace, still sobbing and whining as he slowly yet deeply pummels his cock into you. Steve throws his head back and lets out a sigh as he feels your gummy walls clench around his thick length, briefly taking a second to look up at you and admire how fucked out you already look.

“Daddy” you shriek in between sobs when you catch him looking down at you during a rare moment where your eyes were half open. Steve’s monster cock keeps punching into your womb as your tears continue to fall down your face making you even more glassy eyed and hazy.

He gently shushes you with a kiss to your cheek, before slowing the pace of his thrusts down as you proceed to bury your face in his chest. You’re completely consumed by how much stronger and bigger he is and it just feels so right, letting him take care of you causes you to slip even deeper into subspace. And before you know it, Steve’s flooding your womb with his hot cum.

[thornsnvultures]

heaven can('t) wait

steve harrington x plus size!fem!reader

tweaked a bit from this anon request (sorry it took song long), less angst and more silly because I like writing readers who are secure in their bodies, it's healing for me. I hope you like it!

cw: 18+ nsft, smut, afab!reader, body worship, new relationship insecurities, oral (fem recieving), fingering, p in v sex, spanking, light breath play, Daddy kink, breeding kink, creampie (if there's anything I missed lmk), >2k words

divider by @/saradika

"Get your butt out here before I come in and get'cha."

You could practically hear Steve's hands on his hips through the bathroom door. But you weren't coming out. Not like this. Steve wanted you to try on his old gym shorts before he got rid of them.

You should've listened to your gut; the damn things didn't fit. Well, you were able to get them up and over your ass, but the waistband dug into your tummy making it spill over the top and the material was digging into your thighs. You felt like a can of biscuits about to pop.

Now, it wasn't your body's fault for being built the way it was. You've always been soft around the edges, had plenty of hips and thighs and tummy to spare since you hit puberty and you were fine with that. It was these damn shorts, they just weren't made for you. Obviously, they were men's shorts. And a size too small.

"You overestimated what these shorts were capable of, Harrington," you called as you twisted and turned in the mirror. You had to admit your ass looked good, like those girls at the gym who scrunched their yoga shorts up their entire butt like their ass was having them for dinner.

But you still weren't comfortable with Steve seeing you like this. As much as you were okay with your body, this relationship was...new. You'd been hurt before. Was now the time you wanted to test your relationship? See if Steve was the kinda guy to really hurt you?

"You've got until the count of three, baby," Steve yelled, a playfulness in his voice that made your heart race. You almost wanted to push him, have him bust in here and let him punish you for not listening when he used his "babysitter voice". More like his Daddy voice. A thrill rushed through you, running straight through to your clit. Steve was at two and a half when you shook yourself out of it.

"Two and three quarters..."

Steve was grinning at you when you threw the door open.

"Three. They don't fit, Steve."

"I don't know about that," Steve said as he took a step back. "They look like they fit just right."

You pluck at the waistband, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "They clearly don't. See, they're digging in."

"Lemme see," Steve said, his voice sounding deeper, his eyes narrowed in on your exposed tummy. You watch him drop to his knees in front of you, your breath catching in your throat. Steve's hands travel up your legs, over your thighs and hips until they reach the waistband of the shorts.

Slowly, Steve peels down the elastic, revealing the indents where it dug into your skin.

"You poor thing," Steve whispers as he kisses your skin, feather-light brushes of chapstick smooth lips that soothe where you ache. Well, not everywhere.

"Steve," you run your fingers through his hair, cradling his head as he moves across the expanse of your tummy. Yeah, if you were testing him, Steve would be passing with flying colors.

Moving to your hips, Steve pulled the shorts down further, exposing the sides of your panties where they hugged your hips. With the shorts now around your thighs, you found it harder to move. If you wanted to pull away from Steve now, you might fall over. Thankfully his hands were cradling your ass now, kneading and squeezing your supple flesh. How thoughtful of him to keep you upright.

You couldn't help but laugh at yourself, at being stuck and the wild sight of your big beautiful man worshiping you on his knees.

"What's so funny, baby," Steve stops his tickling kisses to bite at your hip, not too hard but hard enough to make you yelp and to leave a mark. "Got something you wanna tell the class?" Steve punctuates his sentence with a slap to your ass.

"Get me out of these shorts, Harrington," you wriggle around in his hold, your ass stinging and your pussy throbbing from all this love and affection. "They're cutting off my circulation."

Steve all but growls watching you jiggle in his hold. He yanks his shorts off you, your panties too, throwing them across the room.

"S'that better?"

Steve doesn't wait for you to answer before he's pulling you forward and slamming the bathroom door closed behind you. Suddenly you're being turned around and pushed face first into the door. Steve's spreading your legs apart and nudging your lower back down with one hand on your spine until your back is arched and you're spread wide open.

"This is for making me wait."

You shout when Steve slaps your ass again.

"Steve, please," you whine, your ass smarting from Steve's heavy hand.

"Should've came out when I told you to, pretty girl," Steve nips at your cheeks, trailing kisses behind the pain.

He's very pointedly ignoring your pussy, the bastard. You squirm, trying to entice him closer to your core as your head falls to the door with a groan.

"Next time you decide to hide this hot little body from me, you don't get to come at all."

Steve smacks your ass again, the hardest one yet, and dives face first into your pussy. He spreads your ass open with his big fucking hands, locking eyes with you over your shoulder as he tongues your pussy.

Steve sucks your clit and you can't hold back your screams. Not that you would bother if there was. His tongue feels way too good flicking back and forth over your sensitive nub, alternating between that and sucking your soul out.

"Tell Daddy you're sorry," Steve growls when he comes up for air. "Tell him you won't hide from him again if you want this dick."

Steve slides his fingers into your cunt, two thick fingers that make your eyes roll back and your jaw drop before you can say a word. A long, deep whine falls from your lips. Any smart-ass remark you want to make is lost in the way he curls his fingers inside you, immediately finding the spot that turns you to goo.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. Sorry, I'm sorry," you babble. "Won't hide again. Please please please."

"That's it, baby," Steve purrs, his fingers stretching you open. "Beg for it."

You whine and cry and beg for his dick but all he gives you is his fingers. Fucking you deep until you're gushing, drooling down his arm.

Steve reaches around your side to hold your tummy. His fingers dig into soft flesh and he groans, biting the swell of your ass that jiggle by his face.

"So fucking sexy, baby. Love watching you fall apart for me."

"Daddy, please," you cry out as you come on his fingers again. "Need you inside me."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you," Steve stands, his fingers still filling your cunt like he's stuck. He bends over your arched back to nuzzle into your cheek, his thick cock pressing into your hip. His face is wet with your slick, you can smell yourself all over him and it makes your pussy clench around his fingers.

"Please," you whine. "Need you to fuck me. Daddy."

Steve inhales, his chest expanding against your back. He keeps his fingers in your cunt, stroking you lovingly from the inside, while he pushes his sweatpants down. You hear him step out of them and for a brief moment you're empty, hollow without him.

But the feeling is gone as quickly as it came when Steve taps his dick against your lips.

"Ready, baby?"

You nod, your hands braced against the bathroom door as Steve begins to ease his cock inside. It's a tight fit, Steve's almost too big. Just enough that you're panting and telling yourself to relax so you can take it but not too much that it hurts. He doesn't want to hurt you, he tells you that himself.

"Let me in, sweet girl. God, you're gripping me so tight. Let me all the way in, you feel so good."

Steve noses at your cheek, his chest rubbing against your back. He must've taken off his shirt while he was feeding you his cock because you feel the hair on his chest tickling your skin.

"That's it, baby," Steve says through his teeth once he's all the way in. He only lets you settle for a moment before he's pounding in and out, over and over. The door rattles under your palms with the force of his thrusts and you cry out.

"Fuck, Steve, yes!"

"What's my name?" Steve takes you by the throat, not pressing hard enough to take away your breath but to turn your head so he can capture your lips in a kiss before he asks you again. "What's my name, baby?"

"Daddy!"

Steve's hips hit even harder, drilling into you. He never takes his eyes off you, holding your face to look at him as he gives your neck a squeeze.

"Who's body is this?"

"Yours, it's yours."

"That's right."

Steve pulls out of you with a slick squelch and leads you by the neck to his bed. He pushes you down on it and watches you inch back towards his pillows. He looks so wild. His hair sticking up in places, his chest red and heaving. Steve pumps his wet dick and climbs up after you. He grabs your legs by the backs of your thighs and pushes them up, all the way up to your chest. Your thick thighs frame your belly and squish your tits and Steve is looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. The monster between his legs twitches in his grip.

"It's all yours, Daddy. I'm all yours."

"Yes, you are," Steve grins as he slides his cock home, right where it belongs. "Every inch of you. No matter what clothes you wear or what you look like," Steve groans, easing his cock in and out. His arms bracket your head, leaning his big body into your space until he's a breath away and resting his forehead on yours. "You're mine. All mine."

You can't do anything but breath him in and feel. The way his cock bullies that spot in you over and over. How your nails dig into Steve's back and he doesn't even flinch, too focused on making you cum again. You try to meet his thrusts, arching your back, his twisting because it's too much, it feels too good.

"Fuck, Steve. Daddy, I'm cumming, I'm-"

"Yes, yes, that's it. That's it, baby," Steve watches as your mouth drops in a silent scream, your eyes rolling back, all the air getting stuck in your lungs as you shatter. "So perfect, my perfect girl. Fuck, gonna fill you up. Fill my pussy up with cum," Steve grits through his teeth.

Your hands grab his face, forcing him to look at your blissed out face.

"Give me your baby, Daddy."

Steve's eyes roll back in his head and his whole body shudders. He warms your insides, filling you up just like he said he would until he's leaking out, dripping onto the bed.

"God, why did you say that," Steve groans into your neck.

"Cause I knew it would make you cum," you laugh.

"Should've never told you I wanted kids."

You laugh again as Steve rolls off you, getting up to grab a towel.

"Should've never told me I had nice, wide birthing hips either, Daddy."

Steve throws the towel at you cackling on the bed.

"I was drunk!"

"You wanted me so bad it made you stupid," you smile at him and pull him in for a kiss when he reaches for the towel.

"You're right. Those shorts made me stupid. I saw them and I knew they wouldn't fit but I needed to see you in them anyway."

"Steve!"

"Tell me it wasn't worth it!" Steve smiles and you bite your lip watching him wipe his softening dick clean. You should be doing that, not the towel. Next time.

"It was worth it, you're right," you purr, taking Steve into your arms when he crawls back into bed. "Next time can you buy me some sexy lingerie or something instead of tricking me into feeling like a packed can of sardines?"

Steve laughs and kisses you silly. "Keep calling me 'Daddy' and I'll do whatever you want, beautiful."

[munson-memories]

CW: "daddy"

We did it boys

We got joe keery whimpering daddy

Im actually devastated by the new episode but we all know this can be used for edits so im using that to cope

[hungharrington]

thinking about knowing steve likes you and teasing him by complaining about not having been kissed in so long just to see if he’ll get flustered bc he’s so cute and babygirl OR grab you by the throat slam you against the wall and kiss the air out of your lungs bc he’s also daddy

ok well we’re on loverboy blog over here so you KNOW i think it would be the first one— but he’d be smooth with it! even while flustered! you know, like you guys aren’t best of friends, just in the same circle and so you know him and you like him but damn if he isn’t taking his fine time working up to asking you out ! so you’d drop a couple hints, complaining about a mushy couple in front of you at the movies a couple days ago and how it made you all lonely bcos “when was the last time i was even kissed?” while you pout, and steve is like wide-eyed, not so subtlety filing that information away in his brain for later— and it comes up at a party when you end up tucked in a corner together, whispering over your solo cups, gossiping and laughing, and suddenly steve’s like, “hey, wanna count shoulders?” and you’re like ?????? and he counts his own, one, two, and then taps your shoulder closest to him and then reeeeaches over and slings his arm over your neck real smooth, still pink in the face as he says three and four. and you’re gaping at him a little bit, half embarrassed by how much that fucking worked and steve’s got this amused sparkle in his eye. “nice, harrington, but i believe i was complaining about a distinct lack of kissing.” you push, hoping it comes off as smooth and flirty as he’s been and steve just grins and pulls you a little closer, “i think i can remedy that,” and SMOOCHES YA

[poppy-metal]

this where u teasingly call him it all the time knowing how it gets to him but when it comes down to it, ur too nervous to say it in bed and the tables completely turn when he’s the one coaxing it out of u. “you can say it baby, cmon. what do you want? you want daddy?” all sweet and a little patronizing, smirking a little when u whimper and clench around him :(

oh how the turn tables have turned. steve is fighting back a grin. loses the battle. that big dimple flashing as his hips flex into yours, cock sinking into the pillowy walls of your cunt, opening you up. you keep almost saying it, whining at his slow aching pace, nails digging into his stupidly firm back. "d-" you hiccup, plead, cry out. "please."

he shakes his head, floppy hair falling into across his forehead. "nu uh." he leans down to give you one kiss, just one. pulls back when you lean up for another. his body keeping you pinned in place under him. "say what you were gonna say, baby."

your face burns. your playfulness melting into something shy and soft. vulnerable and literally open and bare to him, his cock hard and heavy inside you. your hands anxiously run up and down his back. "steve." you whimper, squeezing your legs around his sides. "fuck me. want you to fuck me."

he lets his head rest against your, lips almost touching yours, his nose brushing the slope of your own nose. hes being evil. sweet and intimate on purpose because he knows how it disintegrates you like sugar in water. "you want who to fuck you?" his voice has that light teasing edge, and you know what he wants. dig your nails that much harder into him for it, though he just moans at the sensation.

you could fight it but. hes still rubbing his nose all along yours and your cheeks and your chin, and you feel the soft weight of his balls at your ass, the fuzzy hair on his thighs against the backs of yours, the fullness of him stretching you out and you just wanna be fucked. so bad.

"please, daddy." you hide your face in his warm shoulder, "want d-daddy to fuck me."

you hear him sigh above you, a soft satisfied sound, and then you're gasping as you feel the thick drag of his cock leaving your aching body only to slap back inside with a push of his hips. he fucks you then, hard and deep, thrusts that shake the bed and make the slap of his balls ring in your ears.

he lets you keep your face hidden, only because it makes him feel like hes your protector, curling his body more over yours so you're fully covered by him. "that's right, baby, you're so good. just let daddy fuck your pussy, yeah? you just lay there and take it for me."

[ssweetleaf]

cherry pie.

pairing— dilf!steve harrington x fem babysitter!reader

w/c— 4.5k

♡ summary— turns out your little crush on mr harrington isn’t so one-sided after all, and after many unsuccessful dates, he starts to realise that no one is as good to him as you are.

♡ includes— SMUT 18+, age gap (unspecified, but reader is early 20s, steve is early 40s), heavy on the daddy kink i’m sorry, hung!steve, oral (m receiving), praise, nipple play?, breeding kink, smut goes 0-100 real quick sorry, unprotected p in v (wear protection in real life please), steve’s hairy chest makes an appearance bc i’m feral for it, terrible TERRIBLE ending bc it’s me and you should expect it by now!!!

a/n— pleasepleaseplease let me know what you think!!

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You felt pathetic.

Sat on the couch, aimlessly staring at some black and white re-runs on the television while you waited for him. Mr Harrington— clad in his formal attire, he had mentioned before he left while fumbling to put on his watch that he had a date, one that he was already extremely late for— and shit, you couldn’t help the way your chest ached with jealousy, a lump forming in the back of your throat while you tried your best to keep up your sweetest smile.

“Help yourself to anything, honey- what’s mine is yours, you know that.” he spoke, and you held out his coat for him, helping him slip it up his arms and over those broad fucking shoulders, mulling over his choice of words and that stupid pet name.

Whats mine is yours. What’s mine is yours. What’s mine is yours.

“Thanks hon, I’ll be back a little late tonight- kids need to be in bed by 9 at the latest and remember to call me if you need anything.” You nodded, muttering a small okay, before he pressed a little kiss to your forehead, “alright, see you later.”

So hours later, with both kid’s tucked up into bed all tuckered out, you thought about him— the way he looked, so handsome in his shirt and tie, expensive cologne pressed into his wrists and behind his ears, filling your senses completely when he leaned to press his usual friendly kiss, one that never failed to have your knees buckling underneath you.

But that was all it was. Friendly. You were just the babysitter, too young for him, too inexperienced for him, and your face soured when you thought about what his date might look like. Pretty dress and manicured nails wrapping around the glass that held her too-expensive wine, fluttering her lashes and running her leg against his underneath the table— she was probably a lot closer to his age too.

You sighed, pout prominent on your lips, trying to snap yourself out of whatever you had going on, falling for an older man all while you babysat his kids.

Yeah, so pathetic.

12:3am— the clock ticked away upon the mantle piece, going by so slowly you had started to feel your eyes become heavy, though you were soon snapped out of your little stupor at the sound of the front door closing, footsteps clicking along the hall and keys being thrown on the counter.

You rushed to get up, inwardly scolding yourself for seeming so eager, before making your way out to greet him.

“Hey, honey-” his usual smile wasn’t there, instead a frown etched at the corners of his lips, brows furrowed, the lines on his forehead deepening. “Everything go okay?”

You nodded, but quickly followed up with an answer at the quirk of his brow— he liked when you used your words.

“It went great- I think I really tired them out,” you smiled, pulling at the collar of his coat to take it off him, watching him fix himself some whiskey, the crystal tumbler clacking against the rings on his fingers all while he settled himself on the leather armchair.

You frowned at his lack of conversation— he was usually so chatty, cooing over you for being so sweet to take care of his kids for him, but there he was, silent and mulling over god knows what.

“Mr Harrington?” You inched closer, toeing at the carpet and fiddling with your fingers, not entirely sure how to approach him. “Is everything alright?”

His eyelids fluttered shut, huffing a breath through his nose and you took the time to take a good look at him. His shoulders tense, legs spread wide and the fist that held the whiskey was paling from his constant squeezes.

“I’m fine, doll, really-” he sighed, unoccupied hand scratching along the stubble that littered his pretty jaw. “S’just- m’so tired of these dates.”

Your lips jutted down in a frown, much similar to his, anything that masked the smile that wanted to form— you know it was terrible, but knowing his date went bad, it made a little bit of hope flutter around in the pit of your stomach.

So you sank to your knees, reaching for the laces to his polished shoes, pulling at the string to the bow to loosen it completely.

“Did you wanna talk about it?” You asked, pulling at the heel and putting it to the side to work on the other.

You saw him stutter, eyes glazing over a little bit at the way you knelt in front of him, all doe-eyed and doting on him, pretty lashes fluttering up at him whether you knew it or not.

“I-” he started, swallowing hard when your hands rested against his thighs, both shoes untied and discarded somewhere next to you. “They’re just- none of them are right for me.”

Your fingers kneaded at his tense thighs, trailing back and forth against the fabric of his pressed slacks.

“Shit—” he cupped your face in his big palm, stroking at the pudge of your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “No one is as good to me as you are, honey.”

You beamed up at his cooing, letting a giggle slip from your throat, giddy and inebriated from his little touches.

“I can make you feel good, too, Mr Harrington-” you were bashful when you said it, skin flushed and gaze flitting to the arm of his chair, fingertips still smoothing over the expanse of his thighs. “Let me make you feel good- please.”

Steve groaned, chest rumbling and he pushed his head back— you watched his adam’s apple bob while he swallowed, his neck on display and you pushed your thighs together when you thought about how pretty it would look covered in your lipstick stains.

“Honey— we can’t-” he stumbled over his words, gazing down at you with such a fondness in his eyes and there was something else, too, swirling around in his vision, all dark and honeyed, glistening in the low light of the lamps. “I’m too old for you— it isn’t right.”

“But, daddy—” you whined, his cock throbbed once you said it, rutting up from beneath his slacks and your fingers itched to press against the bulge there. “you said it yourself, no one is as good to you as I am.”

He felt like a teenager again, close to blowing his load already from the way you said that name. Your name for him and him only.

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.

It swirled around in his thoughts over and over, round and round, and he had to press a palm against his cock to ease the throbbing just a little, and he didn’t miss the way your eyes widened, flitting towards his hand.

“Christ, honey— didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth on you.” He suckled his bottom lip between his teeth, gazing down at you, all warm and gooey, melting your insides into mush, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach and throat. “You really want an old man like me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, pout prominent on your puffy lips.

“You’re not old,” he chuckled at that, “want you so bad- want you to be my daddy.”

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It didn’t take long for you to get his pants off, he even helped you unbuckle his belt, lifting his hips up so you could bring them down to his thighs— along with his boxers of course, the sight that sprung from the material leaving you dumb and gawking.

He was huge, both in length and thickness. The rumours really were true, Steve Harrington was absolutely well-endowed, the tip a pretty pink, beaded with pre-cum that just started to trickle along his shaft and into the ridges that ran along the length.

Steve chuckled at your wide eyes, knuckles smoothing against your cheek and chin, eyeing at your parted lips and his cock twitched again when he thought about pressing his thumb between them.

“You’re so big.” You managed to choke out, fingers tentatively wrapping around his base— thumb and fingers barely meeting in the middle from the sheer thickness of it.

You squeezed, hard, watching the way his tummy muscles clenched and his tip leaked.

“I know, sweet girl, but you’re gonna take it so well—” he hissed through clenched teeth at the way your fingers felt, “promise.”

You nodded up at him, already cock-drunk and dumb from his coos, pouting prettily while you felt him up, smearing his pearly pre-cum around, lubing him up real good before you got to work.

“Fuckin’ Christ—” he moaned, your puffy lips wrapped snugly around him after pressing a spongy kiss to his tip, suckling him slightly and lathering your tongue against the thick vein that ran upwards, before pulling off with a lewd pop.

The corners of your lips curled, fluttering your lashes and running your tongue from base to tip, kissing up his shaft and pressing the imprint of your lipstick into his flushed skin.

“Doesn’t that feel good, daddy?” You took him down your throat before he could answer, already touching the back and it wasn’t even all of him, earning a groan that rumbled the span of his chest.

“Y-yeah, honey, feels so good—” he cradled your head, fingers tangling in the strands of your hair, “such a daddy’s girl, hm?”

You hummed around his cock in response, thighs squeezing impossibly close from how turned on you were, arousal practically dripping through your underwear and slicking up the fat of your thighs.

“Yeah you are—” he grinned, pushing you down further, choking you entirely and causing you to gag around his hefty length. “Atta girl.”

It was messy, spit trickling down your chin, pooling along your tits and ruining your makeup— your mascara running down your cheeks in long, black lines and clumping up your sticky lashes.

You were crying, too— tears slipping over your brimming waterline, eyes all glassy and cute, swirly little sparkles floating around your irises whenever you looked up at him.

He looked so pretty, skin glistening with perspiration, a few buttons on his shirt undone and showing off the expanse of his handsome chest, the sight of the course dark hair had you drooling on his cock even more.

“So good to me,” he cooed, “all mine.”

You felt your eyes rolling back, clit pulsing furiously at the idea of being his and his only— you just wanted to be filled by him and bounce on his cock like a little bunny, let him fuck you nice and deep so you’d feel him for days.

“Say it, honey—” he pulled at your hair, cock falling from your lips, “say you’re mine.”

“M’all yours, daddy.” You preened, clutching at his thighs, leaving crescent moons in your wake, “only want you.”

“Fuck— come ‘ere,” he helped you stand up, lips curling upwards slightly when you stumbled on your feet, patting at his lap. “On my lap, there we go.”

You settled yourself, knees digging into the sides of the chair either side of him, hands already drawn to his chest and your palms smoothed over it, tugging at the hair there and thumbs grazing slightly over his nipples.

Steve’s big arms enveloped you, wrapping you up in a sort of hug, bringing your cheek down to smoosh against his chest, letting you nuzzle into him.

It was a strange sort of calm— a few minutes wrapped up, somewhat sated though still needy and pining for each other’s affection. It was nice.

You realised it was nice to feel like you were his.

“What do you need, honey?” He muttered, chin pressed against your head, hands trailing along your back and sometimes slipping to the plush of your ass.

“Wanna be yours,” your whine was muffled by the press of his fuzzy chest, “wanna make you feel good— all the time.”

His cock throbbed at the way you spoke, so crude and sweet, honeyed words travelling straight between his legs and causing him to drip.

He was in too deep and it was not good.

“Come on then, doll-” he cooed, smacking a kiss to your flushed cheek and patting at your ass to get your attention. “Show daddy.”

You nodded, fumbling with the buttons on your blouse, huffing out a breath of frustration before letting him take over, watching with bated breaths as is hands pushed your shirt to the floor, smoothing his palms along your tits and kneading at the covered mounds.

“So pretty, baby,” he pulled at the cups of your bra, letting the weight of your breasts spill over the underwire and the cute little bow that sat in between, showing off your nipples and the way they hardened completely from under his gaze. “Can’t believe you’ve been hidin’ these pretty girls from me.”

Both of Steve’s thumbs grazed over your nipples, bringing his forefingers to squeeze and pull at them, tugging them just to make you mewl and feel the wet spot underneath your skirt grow even larger. And you were putty in his hands, melting into his touch, inebriated from the way he spoke to you, touched you, looked at you.

God, he was handsome.

“Daddy—” you whined, clutching at his wrists and grinding against his cock.

“What is it, honey?” His face was so close to yours, eyes fixated on your pretty tits and he made a quick mental note to pay more attention to them later on.

“Wan’ you to fuck me.” So abrupt, pouting over-exaggerated and lashes fluttering— your pussy way too slick and aroused to have anything other than his cock inside, stretching you out and filling you so lovely.

“Such a greedy thing already-” he pulled you in closer, “barely sucked my cock and you’re just so needy, honey.”

“Can’t help it,” you leaned forward, nose against his, tracing the tip over his cheek and along the edge of his gold-rimmed glasses. “So handsome.”

Steve’s head was in a tizzy, twirling around all dumbified at how pliant you were, how sweet and doting— small praises like that were so big for him, making that blotchy raspberry blush creep and wrap around his neck, fluttering down his chest and even speckling the tips of his ears (the colour much akin to the rouge tip of his cock).

“Gimme a kiss, sweet girl.” Voice so smooth despite the stern undertone, gliding from his teeth to the tip of his tongue and bringing you even closer with a hand cupped around the nape of your neck, fiddling with the little, sensitive hairs that adorned the space.

You obeyed of course, completely eager if anything, practically bouncing at the chance to press your mouth to his. You had been waiting for it, so had he, the soft, spongy kisses— one, two, three, in a quick peckpeckpeck, before it turned deeper, mouths locking, feeling yourself sigh and relax against the firmness of his chest, allowing his to work you open as much as he desired.

The crude, slippery feeling of your tongues finally clashing had you reeling— licking into each other’s mouths and suckling on bottom lips, breath hitching in your throat and you resulted to pressing your palms against his cheeks as a way to ground you before you started floating away from his inebriating kiss.

“Want-” kiss. “Want me to take care of you—” kiss. “Don’t you, honey?”

Oh yes. God you wanted it so bad, you had ever since you laid eyes on him the first time you had met him— nervous and picking at your cuticles, standing shy as he opened his front door with that smile of his, full of charm and warmth— a little cocky at your shyness, though still stuck out a hand for you to shake. You distinctly remembered getting a little light-headed at the mere feeling of his big hand enveloping yours.

He chuckled when you nodded, eyes all dizzy and hooded and he sucked your tongue between his kiss-bitten lips.

“Pretty cunt is fuckin’ droolin’ f’me, baby,” he cupped at the heat between your thighs, your skirt bunched up around the fat of your waist and he thumbed at the pearl of your clit over the sopping fabric that covered you. “Does she want daddy’s cock? Bet she does, huh?”

Your eyes were rolling again, and you were surprised any part of you still functioned. You felt so dumb, so cock-drunk, and you wondered how on earth you would act with his fat cock stuffed deep inside you, jamming at your insides and fucking you until you couldn’t think, just feel.

“Please.” It was a simple utterance, barely there, fluttering your lashes while you said it to sway him, to quicken the pace and have him fill you, though the tears that slipped weren’t for show, brimming down your cheeks constantly from how overwhelmed you were feeling.

“Please, what? What d’you want?”

You pouted at him, nosing at his cheek, not budging until he brought a palm down against your ass, spanking it sharply and swiftly, knocking the air from your already weakened lungs.

“Come on, don’t get shy on me now,” he tugged at the waistband of your panties, pulling upwards until the crotch of them slipped between your folds, snug against your clit and making you mewl. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it t’you.”

“W-want you to fill me up— wan’ your cock inside me, please-”

“Atta girl, wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You watched with widened eyes as he gripped at the base of his cock, and still, every time you stared at it, the size of him left you a little breathless, wondering whether he would even fit.

He tugged your underwear to the side, the pink cotton basically see-through and glistening, and he let out a breathy moan at his first glance at your bare pussy. So pretty, so ready for him— wet and slick, clit all engorged and peaking from the hood, begging for some stimulation and you made a similar sound when he tapped his tip against it, pushing it downwards against your hole, collecting your sweet arousal before repeating the action, over and over and over again.

“Don’t get all pouty, gotta make sure you’re ready f’me, honey.”

You wanted to scream at him, holler at the top of your lungs that you were ready— so fucking ready, but you couldn’t, not when his kids were upstairs asleep— you couldn’t afford for them to wake up, you didn’t want the attention to end.

And that was what it come to— selfishly, you wanted all the attention he had to give.

He looked at you, pressed a kiss to your forehead, the glasses that sat upon his bridge slightly askew and you leaned to fix them.

“You think you can take it, baby, or did you want my mouth for a bit?”

A good offer, but you shook your head still, you’d have that later if he was willing, and the mere idea of having him feast upon your pussy had you dripping on the velvety skin of his cock even more than before.

Steve made a humming noise in the back of his throat, before pulling at your thighs, tugging you closer to his chest and having you hover over the length of his cock, just waiting as patient as you could for him to sit you down onto him.

“Be a good girl now— gotta relax f’me.” His hand on your hip helped you sink, the other still wrapped around the base, feeding it slowly into your greedy pussy, watching with a heaving chest at the way your cunt sucked him in, but he could feel the stretch of your walls around him.

“Waitwaitwait—” you gasped out a breath you had been holding, “just need a minute.”

You felt so full, stretched completely, a little less than half of his cock sat inside you and it was still bigger than any you had taken before.

He coddled you, shushing you and pushing a hand up to smooth over your hair.

“Take your time, honey—” he hummed, smacking a wet kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I know it’s a lot to take.”

“You’re huge.” He chuckled at that, though he couldn’t fight the little hitch in his breath when your walls clenched around him, trying hard to adjust.

“I know, I know, but you’re already takin’ it so well.”

The praise had you drip further, the see-through lines of arousal slipping over the rivets on his cock, creating an obscene squelching sound when you lowered yourself a little further.

Just over half now, splitting you open, practically in your guts, you thought at least, and you were sure if you pressed hard enough on the plush of your stomach you would probably feel him there.

“There you go-” he was still cooing at you and you gave him your biggest heart eyes, pout permanently etched onto your lips, and he hoped it wasn’t going anywhere soon. “shit, y’don’t even need any help, takin’ it like a fucking’ champ.”

Almost there, almost all of him was nestled snug inside your cunt, so in a swift movement, you sunk down entirely, a rather less-than-quiet moan simmering from your lips and if it was just the two of you in the house, he would’ve basked in your loudness and pretty whines, but it wasn’t— and the two of you really needed to be quiet.

He pressed a palm over your mouth to stifle your sounds, your lips kissing the divots on the front of his hand, so warm and large, big enough it covered your whole chin and your lashes fluttered at the feeling.

And you started to move, still worked up, and a little sore, but were you really to blame? His cock was massive, stretching and filling places where you didn’t know anyone could reach, and once you started easing yourself up, right to the tip, you sank back down again, a little harsher than the first, whining into his callused skin whilst your eyes rolled back.

With each slow downward thrust of your hips, you could feel the course, dark thatch of hair that trailed from his stomach all the way down to the base of his cock. It was tickling against your clit, much akin to the hair that littered the thickness of those strong thighs of his, rubbing against your ass so deliciously. And his balls, shit— so big, so fucking heavy, full of his cum, the Harrington prodigy stored up inside of them and you throbbed and twitched at the thought of carrying his babies.

Fuck, you were totally down bad.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, honey?” It was almost as if he knew, a smirk heavy and crooked on his lips, his flashy Rolex glistening upon his wrist in the dim light of the lamp while he guided you up and down, up and down, nice and steady, but so, so deep.

You shied away, gaze flitting to the ceiling, and you would’ve stayed like that, waiting for him to drop it, until his palm— once again— came down on your ass in a smack, much heavier than before, much more painful than before, but the sting of it bloomed in your core and had more blood rushing to your clit.

“Come on— when I ask you somethin’ I expect an answer.” He was stern and sharp, though the smirk never left, plucking at the corner of his mouth and mocking you so delectably.

“M’sorry, daddy—” you crooned, hands sliding from his shoulders to the thick muscle of his biceps, the designer fabric of his shirt smooth under your palms. “Was thinking about your cum—”

Your whine was breathy, but you made sure to quiet down, his hips now moving in time with yours, knowing you could take him fully now, though just barely.

“Yeah, you thinkin’ about getting filled? Having all of this cum inside your pretty tummy, huh?” You were glad he had said it for you, far too embarrassed, and way too fucked out to string that sentence together, and the words, when they came from his mouth, sounded much better, you thought. “Want my babies, don’t you, hon?”

You were babbling nonsensical nothings, a sweet concoction of ‘oh yes daddydaddy, please’ fluttering from your puffy lips— nodding at him and clutching at him, his arms, his chest, anywhere you could find, until you settled on his hands, resting your own over his, while they pressed into your hips, guiding you faster now.

It had taken you a little while, but once you were comfortable, you had started to bounce like a little bunny in season, fucking down onto his thick cock, feeling the cut tip of his nudge at your g-spot, the ridges and veins that ran along the shaft so present and eager against your walls— you felt everything, so full, so sated, actually, scratch that, you weren’t sated, not until his cum was deep inside you, not a drop wasted.

“Who would’a thought you’d be bouncin’ on my cock tonight, sweetheart- shit—” sweat was shimmering on his skin, his stomach muscles clenching, not wanting to cum too soon. “So glad it’s you, sweet girl— my girl.”

You nodded, breathless.

“M’your girl, daddy. All f’you.”

Steve was close, closer once you uttered those words, sucking breaths in and bringing you closer, forehead pressed against yours, the sound of the squelchy slapslapslap filling the stuffy room.

“That’s right, that’s right— Christ, m’so close, daddy’s so fuckin’ close.”

And you were too, embarrassingly so, and you made it apparent with your whines, pressing your kisses into his skin, the pace between you growing sloppy, though somehow harder.

“Am too,” you babbled, “can we cum together?”

So sweet, so fucking sweet you were, eyes all big and wet and glistening so prettily, and he thought he would bust at merely gazing at you, but he nodded, his own irises moulding into hearts, quite similar to yours, beating out of his skull like an old Tom and Jerry cartoon.

“Yeah, honey,” he said, “yeah, we can cum together, such a good girl.”

The rope was growing taut, deep in your belly, just begging to snap any time soon, all you were waiting for was one word, one single word to have you unraveling above him—

“Cum,” that was it. “Cum f’me— shit, so good—”

Stars and sparkles all flurried your vision, clouding around Steve and highlighting the way he looked when he came, mouth agape, wanting so badly to close his eyes, but he couldn’t, not when you looked the way you did.

You were a mess, convulsing against his chest, creaming his cock, clenching and twitching around him while you milked him of his sticky cum.

Steve’s lips were on yours in an instant, tongue and lips, sloppy and wet, spit trickling down your chins at the lazy kiss, but too fucked out to care.

And for a while you stayed there, on his lap, slowly kissing while he cradled your head and muttered pretty praises into your ear, though you couldn’t shake a certain thought that swam through the haze that was your brain.

What the fuck happens now?

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[ddeadly-succubus]

Steve putting his hand over your mouth to force you to be quiet while his massive cock splits you open. He loves hearing you moan for him, but tonight he wanted you to stay quiet.

At first you didn’t think you’d like the idea of forced quiet sex, but the second his hand came up to cover your mouth, you started to melt into the pleasure and just let him use your body for his pleasure.

“Good girl, stay nice and quiet while daddy ruins you” he grunts as he fills you all the way up to the brim, feeling how your tight little cunt squeezes him.

Your body is starting to go limp from how much he’s been using you, so Steve momentarily stops his thrusts and tells you to nod if you still want this. The second you slowly nod your head, his thrusts are speeding up until he pumps a big load of cum inside you as a reward for being such a good girl.

[shieldofiron]

Billy: ... I think I'm sick or something? Something real bad happened.

[inklore]

ahahaha sorry daddies! i don't know where "daddy" came from either. weird, isn't it? 😅 so weird.

no but imagine ‘accidentally’ calling them that 😵‍💫

pairing: steve harrington x (f)reader x eddie munson

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with zero plot other than the reader calling them daddy, so daddy kink obviously.

Eddie's hips have stopped, his thrusts no longer echoing throughout the room with your skin slapping against each other; mixed with your moans and the dirty words mumbled into your neck by the other boy underneath you.

Your hand on his cock stalled as Steve also stops dead in his tracks, body going rigid at your words. Silence filling the room as neither one of you know what to say—or comprehend what just slipped out of your lust diluted mouth.

“What did you say?” Steve is the first to break the silence. The first to add noise other than heavy breathing and awkward pants.

Your mouth opens to respond, to confirm or deny, to say anything, but your voice seems too weak, too not-put-together. your mind still running off of pleasure and sex and how good Eddie still feels inside of you. and how hot Steve’s cock is in your hand; twitching and leaking.

“Daddy,” Eddie answers for you. A chuckle under his breath. You can feel his smile from behind you, know he’s loving this—loved that you said it by the way his dick twitches inside of you when he repeats it.

Repeating what you said. What you declared in a moan of pleasure as the two most important men in your life had your body hot with heat; legs trembling, gasps filling your lungs, your body wanting to melt against Steve and be put back together by Eddie.

Their hands, their mouths, their cocks felt over every curve and crevice of your hips and torso, inside of you. Their cocks giving just as much as they were taking. You were wrecked, fucked out—as always when it came to them.

It wasn’t your fault the words just…slipped out.

“Is that what you said?” Steve’s throat bobs as he swallows thickly, his pupils dark with lust. The heartbeat of his cock in your palm goes rabid when you nod your head in confirmation. “Fuck,” he groans under his breath.

The quick snap of Eddie's hips has you gasping, “say it again,” he grunts. Lips mouthing at your shoulder blades as he leans over you.