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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (wc 2.5k) summary: you and steve have known each other for some time, 8 years to be exact. you have been friends, really good friends, classmates and 1 year ago you upgraded to friends with benefits. you agreed that this is the best way. you weren’t looking for a relationship, and Steve couldn’t get into one, but both of you were desperate and had needs. who doesn’t have needs right? so this is the best you could come up with. and it works for both of you better than you expected. warnings: porn with plot, +18 MDNI, praise kink, edging, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, overstimulation, fantasizing, sex over the phone, fwb, pet names? authors note: hiii so this is my first — well second, but first ever finished fic. i’m sorry in advance for my english, it’s not my first language. the inspo was basically me listening to ‘ring’ and it just popped up in my head :). hope you like it

it was late night and you were just scrolling on your phone, listening to music, killing time. tired and bored but for some reason you just couldn’t sleep.

you and Steve haven’t seen each other for 2 weeks. nothing happened in particular, just life. he was busy with work and other stuff, and you with work and college. there just wasn’t time. 

you couldn’t say it wasn’t a painful fortnight, because yeah, you did miss the feeling. you missed feeling his touch and how good his breath felt on your skin. 

and to be fair? you couldn’t stop thinking about that feeling. never ever. it was all you imagined and thought about when you were alone at night after a long day.

and him? the same. every time he jerked off, he repeated your moans and all the pet names you’d give him, in his head.

he was always respectful and gentle, never demanded anything from you when you didn’t feel like it. and you were the same. although lately you’ve grown horns and started to be a tease. and him? he was needy and would do anything for you just to get validation. hearing you say it, was more important to him than he would admit.

but as you were lying in your bed, listening to music, a notification suddenly popped up. your phone screen lit up in the dark, casting a soft blue glow across your room.

you quickly grabbed your phone and tappped the screen open, fast. the name on the notification makes you freeze for a second— steve harrington. 

the message is simple:

“hey”

just one word. no follow-up, no explanation. classic steve, trying not to sound desperate. but you knew him well enough to know he totally was.

after a second, you type back:

“hey”

the same energy. one simple word.

his reply comes almost immediately:

“what you’re up to?”

“nothing much, busy and all.”

“yeah, same.”

“haven’t talked in a while,” 

he added in another message.

“yeah we haven’t, kinda missing out rn because of all the work and school”

“wanna call?”

“just to catch up.”

you stared at the message for a long moment. 

a call? 

you two never called anymore. 

but if you’re being honest, you miss just yapping about random things that are happening in your life and also hearing him ramble about stupid stuff going on in his.

the change in your relationship with steve did change things a little. 

you didn’t really talk much anymore. mostly just met up, hooked up, and sometimes he stayed over afterward. sometimes he didn’t.

but when he did stay, those were the only moments that felt normal again. the only times you talked like before — about nothing important, just whatever came to mind at three in the morning.

and honestly, it bothered you more than you liked admitting.

because steve was still your friend. your best friend, maybe.

and you really didn’t want to lose that.

after a looong minute you finally respond:

“yeah, sure:)”

not even a minute later, he is calling you. you let it ring once, twice. then you pick up.

“hey,” steve says quickly. not too quickly, but enough for you to notice.

you could hear him catching his breath a little. 

steve had literally just gotten out of the shower, his hair was still damp, and he is wearing only his pajama pants. flopping onto his bed in the dark, rushing from the bathroom to call you the second you agreed.

“hi”, you said softly.

“so…how are ya really?”, he asked, clearing his throat. “…haven’t talked in a while.”

you could hear pang of guilt in the voice, but you didn’t blame him, you never could.

“don’t feel guilty. it’s okay.” you smiled faintly.

“i’m not—“ his sentence cut off when you shifted in your bed, letting out quiet hum as you tried getting comfortable.

“mmmh…”

the sound slipped out absentmindedly while you thought about your day.

“..so today i had like the most boring classes, so nothing interesting,” you mumble, voice sleepy as you shift again under your blanket.

there’s a tiny pause on the other side.

“yeah?” steve says quietly, but his voice sounds lower now. rougher.

“mhmm.” you smile a little to yourself. 

“yeah i almost fell asleep in economy class,” you say as you sigh out. getting more and more comfortable. “just—ughh, can this finally ends?”

but steve is far from getting comfortable, he’s the complete opposite just from hearing you hum and sigh.

a beat passes. he’s silent, he doesn’t dare to in this state.

“you okay? got real quiet suddenly.”

he lets out a breathy laugh, and clear his throat. almost like trying to snap back to reality. 

“yeah, i’m good.”

a pause.

“just…” he clears his throat again. “you sound nice.”

“nice huh?” you grin instantly, biting back a teasing smile. 

“don’t do that,” he mutters.

“do what?”

“that voice.”

you laugh softly. “steve harrington getting nervous over a phone call? that’s new.”

“i’m not nervous,” he says too fast.

“mhmmm..”

you hum again, dragging it out just a little this time as you stretch in bed.

“i’m not.” he says but more trying to convince himself than you.

“mhhh whatever makes you feel better.”

“…you’re doing it on purpose now.”

“maybe,” 

“though we were just catching up.”

“we are,” he says, voice low and rough. “but you’re making it really hard to focus straight right now.”

you feel heat crawl up your neck.

there’s silence for a second, but not an 

awkward one.

the kind where you can hear him smiling through the phone. but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging on your lips as well. 

“kinda missed this.”

your stomach twists, but in a good way. “what? me complaining?”

“no— i mean, talking to you.” his voice is little softer than before.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

another silence settles for a moment, comfortable but heated at the same time.

then you hum again as you turn around on your side, phone close to your ear.

“…you in bed already?”

“are you not?”

“i asked first.” his voice rough and tired.

you smile instantly at the slight rasp in his voice. “maybe,” your is voice very low, soft and heated. youmiss him.

“don’t start.”

“start? what?”

“whatever you’re doing right now.” he mutters, completely losing his mind. unconsciously his other hand is sliding down his body, down to the hem of his pj pants.

“i’m literally just talking.” you laugh softly.

“mhmm, sure.”

he sounds distracted, maybe too distracted. his breath is not even, you can hear it but don’t point it out yet. he’s trying not to think too hard about you lying so comfortably in your bed.

“can you uh— keep talking then?” his voice is even lower now and rough around the edges. you could say it was raw even.

his hand is placed on his bulge. not stroking it yet, no nothing. just placed there, the only thing between his hand and his own dick, is the light fabric of his pants.

you smile even more when you hear the slight strain in his breathing.

“you sound…needy.”

he lets out a breathy laugh under his breath. “you make it really hard not to be.”

heat curls low in your stomach at the rawness in his voice.

“what happened to acting normal?” you murmur softly.

“gave up on that like five minutes ago.”

you shift again, blanket sliding against your bare legs, and the tiny sound alone makes his breathing hitch.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, almost embarrassed by it.

“sorry?” you didn’t catch it, you didn’t know if he was actually saying something or muttering under his breath

“nothing— just- shit.”

he grabs his dick with hand, still through the fabric. but it was already hard now. thinking that maybe by doing that, pushing it down, would make it go away. but the opposite is true. 

he could feel drops of his own pre-cum sliding down his inner thigh and that alone made his breath hitch, a soft groans escaping his mouth. sending chills up his spine.

you catch it, of course you do. your cheeks flush instantly, and you yourself let your imagination take the control. sliding slowly down so you lay properly. feeling your second heartbeat build up.

“steve”

“don’t—“ he takes a shaky breath. “don’t say my name like that,” his voice drops even lower. “seriously.”

you bite your lip, smiling to yourself in the dark.

“like what, huh?” again, the same provocative hum.

there’s a pause. long enough to hear him inhale and exhale shakily multiple times.

“you know exactly how— fuck.”

he starts to struggle, a lot. his voice breaks off into another shaky breath, the sound alone sends heat rushing through your whole body. 

you too let a sigh, a soft whimper out as you slide down even more. making yourself comfortable, one hand playing with the lace on your panties

“steve,” you whisper this time. like his name is something very fragile.

“fuck—“ he murmurs, frustrated groan leaving him. “you— you’re killing me”

“i’m not even do—“

he doesn’t let you finish the sentence. 

“yes, you are.” deep, hungry and raw voice. 

a silence stretches between you two again. it’s not complete silence because you can hear him breathing shakily, trying to pull it together. then quieter, almost embarrassed, he murmurs:

“miss— missed this.” 

your chest tightens instantly, you know exactly what he means. and you know exactly what you’ve been doing this whole call. and why you’ve been doing it. you crave to hear this— you crave him.

“yeah?” you ask softly.

“mmhmm, a— a lot.” he lets out, in a very needy tone. the kind he knows you like.

he finally cupped his dick with his hand fully. the touch sends shivers down his spine. he strokes it one, two times.

“i can tell you did,” you whisper.

the line goes quiet for half a second before steve lets out a groan, followed by a breathy laugh, completely gone already.

“you— you like hearing— this, don’t you?” he lets out sighing in between. trying so hard for you to keep it together, even though he knows what’s going on already.

“maybe,” you tease softly, followed by a soft chuckle.

“fuck,” he mutters. 

his flushed, red tip is leaking of pre-cum as he still holds his dick in one hand. still not stroking it, waiting for you to give him the permission.

“you— you sound way to pretty now, you- you know that?”

heat rushes through you at the honesty and neediness in his voice. you shift even deeper to your bed. hand sliding down under the fabric of your panties, fingers hovering over your clit.

“mmhhmmm.”

a moment of silence with steve’s heavy breathing passes until he speaks again.

“i’m so hard right now— please.”

he’s basically begging you to give him the permission to start stroking. his abs flex and his hips twitch slightly as he holds his dick, never so patiently. 

“hmm you’re such a good boy and wait for me to allow you to jerk off?”

“fuck— yes, yes please. let me—“

“go ahead— start slowly, you need to be patient steve you know that right?”

“yes— yes i’ll— start slow for you”

and only then he spreads the pre-cum with his thumb around the tip and starts to move his hand, slowly dragging it up and down, feeling every movement so precisely. his breath is uneven, he hisses every other stroke, his hips rock subconsciously, matching the rhythm of his hand. 

you can only hear his groans, soft whimpers and heavy breathing. you can hear how more needy he’s getting with every stroke. 

with each stroke the dick gets more sensitive, fragile. every movement matters.

you yourself give in. you start circulating the clit, slowly. letting yourself enjoy it as long as you can. you can’t help a little whimper here and there slips out.

“fuck— this feels— your voice is so nice,” he manages to get out of him between breaths and whimpers.

“you’re being such good boy now steve, you know that?” 

“uh-huh”

when steve hears you whimper and breathe heavily he loses it. a moan escapes his throat as he’s still stroking. slow and steady. 

“fuck— you’re killing me here.”

the moan does it for you, you become the needy now. you start moving your fingers faster, your hips rolls to match the rhythm of your hand. 

“fuck steve” 

“you can— can you speed up please—“

you beg him. you crave every ragged breath and soft whimper that comes out of him.

steve just hums and he starts to stroke faster, adding little twists. his dick twitches in his own hand. abs flexes. he’s in very sensitive position right now. his hips twitches with every upstroke, chasing the climax.

“oh my fucking— god.” he says barely above whisper. pleading.

“you’re such a good boy like this—“ you whimper out as you feel the tension in your stomach build up, your hips twitches as well. 

you slide two fingers in and circle your clit with your thumb. the move making you whimper hard.

“my god— keep whimpering like that” he pleads. his hand never slowing down or speeding up, trying to keep the same tempo. for you. he’s trying to be a good boy for you.

“you’re so perfect— i missed this—“

“so— fucking much” he keeps talking. but it’s ragged, broken.

you on the other line have your eyes shut. arching more and more with every motion of your hand, whimpers and soft moans escaping your throat.

“fuck steve—“ you whisper a plead as well now.

“i’m not gonna last long—“ he almost cries out as his hips twitches harder and he strokes his dick harder. breathing heavily like he has just been running a marathon.

“steve please— last a little longer” you beg. you’re about to reach your high but you’re not as close as he is. you want to — no you need to reach it with him. 

“fuuuck baby— you’re destroying me here” he groans. as he still twitches hard as he slowed down a little — smacking his dick over his stomach to release a little bit of tension. his breath hitches.

“you’re so so good for me please” you cry out as you plead yourself over the fact that he’s listening to you. your movements fasten and intensify.

it doesn’t take long for you to feel reaching your climax. listening to steve lose his mind as he tries not to cum already. all the hums, breaths, moans and whimpers are like the lifeline for you.

“fuck steve— you can come now— please”

he doesn’t say anything. he just speeds up his strokes again, sounds escaping his throat more and more as he’s reaching the climax. it doesn’t take long, few more strokes as he comes with a low groan. his own cum on his happy trail, slowly sliding down his sides. 

you follow him right after. your legs give up and your back arches. you moan out steve’s name. pulling your finger out of you, all shiny and covered in your own squirt.

“you got me fucked up baby my god—“ steve says, still catching breath. but his voice sounds almost satisfied, happy.

“could say the same thing about you.” you barely get out of you as you still breathe heavily. processing what just happened.

“so when can i see you hm?” steve asks, smile creeping up on his lips.

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