BKNBRN

Pairings: Steve Harrington x f!reader

Summary: When a leak forces Steve out of his room, you offer him a spot in yours. Best friends and roommates sharing one bed shouldn’t be a big deal… except suddenly, it feels like the smallest bed in the world.

Warnings: This fic contains explicit 18+ content (MDNI). It’s a best friends-to-lovers, roommates AU with the classic one bed trope (all characters mentions are 20+). Including unprotected! p in v, a bit of dirty talk, light praise kink and possessiveness, plus a creampie mention.

A/N: okay this so it’s actually been so fucking long since I’ve written anything, but I’ve had a bit of a hankering for writing lately. I’m going to try and make my page look a little bit more formal and even start taking requests. I hope you enjoy this shitty smut!

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The drip was steady enough to echo down the hall. You frowned, slipping your book closed as a low curse carried from Steve’s room.

“Everything okay?” you called.

“Nope!” His voice was tight, muffled. Then a crash, followed by more swearing.

You padded over and leaned against his doorframe. Steve was standing in the middle of his room, staring hopelessly at his bed. Water leaked steadily from a brown stain on the ceiling, dripping onto his sheets. His comforter was already soaked.

“Well,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Guess that’s one way to ruin a night’s sleep.”

You raised a brow. “You can’t stay in here.”

“Obviously.” He grabbed his pillow and shook it out, droplets spraying across the floor. “It’s fine. I’ll take the couch.”

“The couch?” You snorted. “Steve, you’re six foot and that couch is basically toddler-sized. You’ll wake up broken in half.”

He shrugged, all bravado. “I’ll survive.”

“Or,” you said carefully, “you could just stay in my room.”

Steve froze mid-step, pillow tucked under his arm. His eyes flicked to you, wary. “Your… room?”

“Yes, my room. My bed’s big enough. It’s just for tonight.”

“You don’t mean—”

“Relax,” you cut him off before his brain spiraled into whatever awkward place it always did when things got personal. “It’s not a big deal. I’m not gonna let you sleep on the couch when there’s literally space right here.”

He hesitated, shifting his weight. “I dunno. That’s—”

“Steve.” You gave him a look. “Get your ass in my room before the ceiling caves in on your head.”

His lips twitched like he wanted to argue more, but he gave up with a resigned sigh. “You’re bossy, you know that?”

“Someone has to be.”

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You pulled back the covers and slid in first, trying to act normal even though your pulse was thrumming with nerves. Steve shuffled in on the other side, stiff as a board, facing the wall.

The mattress dipped under his weight. Suddenly, the bed that had always felt roomy seemed ridiculously small.

“You’re practically on the edge,” you muttered.

“I don’t wanna invade your space.”

You rolled your eyes in the dark. “Steve, you take up half the apartment on a normal day. You can share a bed without self-destructing.”

His laugh was soft, almost sheepish. “Yeah, well. Just don’t kick.”

For a while, silence stretched. The only sounds were the storm outside and the occasional creak of the pipes. You tried to focus on breathing evenly, but every shift of Steve’s body beside you drew your attention. The brush of his knee. The warmth radiating through the sheets.

“You still awake?” His voice was a low whisper.

You hummed in reply.

He chuckled quietly. “This is officially the weirdest roommate situation I’ve ever been in.”

You turned your head, grinning into the pillow.

You both laughed, cutting the tension.

The laughter faded into something softer. Your heart wouldn’t slow down. Eventually, you rolled onto your side. Steve was facing you, eyes barely visible in the dim glow from the window. The space between you felt… fragile. Charged.

He cleared his throat, voice quieter now. “You sure this isn’t weird for you?”

You shook your head. “Not unless you make it.”

Steve smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, he held your gaze a little too long. The kind of look that said everything he wasn’t saying out loud.

Your breath caught. You should have looked away, but you didn’t.

Neither did he.

The air between you tightened, buzzing with something unspoken. Then, before you could second-guess it, Steve leaned in just enough that his lips brushed yours. Tentative. Testing.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. For a beat, you both froze then you tilted forward, closing the gap.

The kiss deepened slowly, heat spreading between you like wildfire threatening to burn out of control. Steve’s hand lifted, hesitated, then settled against your waist, pulling you closer.

When he finally broke away, breath shaky, his forehead rested against yours.

“Guess the couch really was a bad idea,” he whispered.

The kiss deepened quickly, as though all the years of pretending hadn’t been enough to keep the dam from breaking. Steve’s hand slid from your waist to your ass, pulling you closer until your body was flush against his.

You made a soft sound against his lips, and he froze for half a second like he was checking if you meant it. When you didn’t pull away in fact, when you fisted the fabric of his shirt and tugged him closer he groaned low in his throat.

“God,” he whispered, breaking the kiss just enough to breathe, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Your heart thudded. “Then don’t stop.”

That was all the permission he needed. His mouth found yours again, hungrier this time, less cautious. His fingers trailed slowly upward, brushing over clothed nipples, drawing a sharp inhale from you.

The blanket tangled around your legs as Steve shifted, bracing himself above you. You felt the heat of him everywhere his chest pressing to yours, his weight sinking the mattress, the gentle scratch of his hair brushing your cheek when he kissed down to your jaw.

“Still not weird?” he teased against your skin, lips grazing yours.

You let out a shaky laugh. “Only if you keep talking.”

He chuckled but obeyed, kissing lower, leaving a trail of heat as his hands explored more boldly. Each movement was unhurried, deliberate, as though he wanted to memorize every reaction.

Clothes quickly became an obstacle. Steve tugged at the hem of your shirt with fumbling urgency, and you sat up just enough to help him peel it away. He tossed it blindly to the floor, eyes already fixed back on you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“You’re killing me,” he murmured, before leaning back down to claim your mouth again.

Your own hands wandered now, sliding under his shirt, mapping the warm planes of his back before tugging the fabric upward. He broke the kiss only long enough to strip it off and toss it aside, leaving nothing between you but heat and anticipation.

The closeness made your pulse race. Every brush, every sigh, every whispered “you’re so beautiful” from his lips wound you tighter.

By the time his hands slid lower, tugging at the waistband of your pants, you were breathless, every nerve alight. You caught his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“Steve,” you whispered.

His expression softened instantly, even through the fire in his eyes. “Yeah?”

“I want this,” you said firmly. “I want you.”

For a moment, something tender flickered across his face equal parts relief and adoration. Then he kissed you again, deeper than before, and the world tilted as the last thread of restraint snapped.

Hands gripping your hips. “God, I’ve dreamed of this.”

You slid your hand down, palming him through his jeans, and his head dropped back with a groan. Quickly, fumbling, you both worked at the buttons, stripping away the last barrier until he was bare beneath you.

For a second, you just looked at Steve Harrington, flushed, needy, completely undone for you. His hand brushed your cheek, surprisingly gentle.

“You sure?” he asked softly, searching your face.

“I’m sure,” you said, leaning down to kiss him, slow and deep.

With shaking hands, you guided him to your entrance, both of you sucking in a breath as you began to sink down. The stretch made your eyes flutter shut, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Steve swore under his breath, gripping your waist like he might lose control. “Jesus, you feel—” He cut himself off with a groan, biting down on his lip.

You took him in slowly, inch by inch, until you were seated fully against him. The both of you were breathless, foreheads pressed together, letting the moment settle.

Then you moved.

A slow rock of your hips at first, testing, drawing gasps from both of you. Steve’s hands gripped tighter, guiding you, his head falling back into the pillow as he cursed softly.

“God, don’t stop,” he begged, voice broken.

You built a rhythm together your hips rolling, his thrusts meeting yours, the sound of skin against skin filling the small room. The bed creaked under the motion, sheets twisted around your legs.

Every brush against that sweet spot inside had you clenching around him, drawing louder moans from his lips. He was a mess beneath you, hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving, eyes fixed on you like you were the only thing that had ever mattered.

“Look at you,” he gasped. “So perfect—so good—mine.”

The heat in your belly tightened again, sharper this time. You could feel your climax building, every movement pulling you closer to the edge. Steve felt it too he cursed, his rhythm faltering as he fought to hold back.

“Come with me,” he groaned, pulling you down into a desperate kiss.

Your release hit first, a blinding rush that had you crying out his name. Steve followed instantly, his whole body tensing, hands clutching you as he spilled inside with a strangled moan.

The world went quiet except for your ragged breaths. You collapsed against him, both of you shaking, hearts pounding in sync.

Steve wrapped his arms tight around you, pressing soft kisses to your hairline.

“Well,” he said after a long silence, voice hoarse, “guess the couch really was a bad idea.”

You laughed weakly, nuzzling into his chest. “Told you.”

He tilted your chin up and kissed you, slow and sweet this time, nothing like the desperate hunger from before.

“Just so we’re clear,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “I’m not asking to take the couch. Ever again.”

You smiled, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. “Good. I don’t want you to.”

warning: smut

summary: You and Steve have been friends for a while. You always have had a minuscule crush on him. When you catch him jerking off to a picture of you in his room, you have no clue what to do.

MINORS DNI 18+‼️

You and Steve had been friends since freshman year. Steve Harrington was always a ladies man, they called him Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington for fucks sake. A name you had taunted him over throughout the years.

Steve’s 20th birthday was coming close so you decided to surprise him at his apartment with an early birthday gift.

You knock on the door lightly just to make sure he was still sleeping. It was somewhat early in the morning, but you knew Steve could sleep in until 3pm if no one would wake him.

You wait for about 5 minutes, once you realized no one was going to answer you reach your hand into the fake plant on the side table beside his door to obtain the spare key.

Opening the door and walking in, you find yourself standing in Steves begrimed kitchen. Groaning in disgust.

Ignoring the mess you walk towards Steve’s bedroom door, but stopping dead in your tracks when you hear something odd. You stealthily put your ear up the door listening.

You heard something that almost sounded like moans and whimpers. The sound of slapping skin and moans filled your ear making you immediately pulling away from the door with your hand on your mouth suppressing a gasp.

It felt wrong standing hear, listening. You couldn’t help it though. His soft high pitched whimpers, breathy moans and quick panting. It’s like you were put into a trance.

Realizing how wrong it was for you to be standing here listening to this you grab your present and head back to the door front door to leave.

As soon as your hand reaches the door knob you hear a yell of your name. “Y/N” followed by grunts and heavy breathing. You gulp in astonishment feeling weak in the knees.

You had stood there for no less then 5 minutes in absolute shock. But when you hear the creak of a door opening your heart starts beating quickly your breathing faltering.

“Y/N?”

Steve calls out as i turn around. His hair messy and disheveled, his tall lean figure peering over at me, his eye brows furrowed together in confusion and shock. He stand in a pair of black boxers and thigh high NIKE socks.

“What are you doing here” His voice almost shaky.

“well i had this early birthday present for you and i was about to drop it off until…” i stop for a second debating whether i should tell him or not. “until my mom called and told me there was an emergency!” he looks at me with even more confusion and a raised eyebrow.

“Is that so? Well what was the emergency is everything okay” i could tell he knew i was bluffing, but i wasn’t going to let up so easily. “yeah she just…well i don’t know she didn’t tell me she just said i needed to get home,,like now.” i stutter through the sentence.

He nods still not buying it. “I think you’re lying” he stays slowly taking steps towards me. “why would i lie” i say, my voice high pitched and filled with bluff.

“Come on just tell me why you really have to leave” he says, each step closing a space between us.

I take a deep breath as i tell him that i had heard what he was doing.

“did you like it” his voice soft and laced with lust, even though he had just rubbed one out nearly 10 minutes ago.

I shrug as a reply not knowing what to say or how to react. “yeah i did” i say lowly and dark. His face turns a bright red as he stares down at me our faces only inches apart.

His breath fawning against my cheek, large strong hands wrap around my love handles. At this very moment i realize the wetness spreading around my thighs and the burning knot in my lower stomach itching the become undone.

I pull him down by his shirt slamming his lips into mine. Shoving him backwards until his back hits the wall.

I drop down onto my knees eye level with his already semi-hard cock. I look up at him and see his helpless, begging expression. I pull his boxers down revealing his thick cock. I take his dick into my hands pumping him slowly earning a few whines from the boy above me.

I stand up removing my hand from his now rock hard dick. “What do you want, baby.” I whisper in his ear my arms wrapping around his neck.

“i want you” he says followed by a whimper as i leave love bites on his neck. “what do you want from me, pretty boy” his breath quickening at the pet names.

“I want to feel you, i want to be inside of you” his hips bucking into my clothed crotch.

I push him back against the wall uttering a few tsks. “baby, you should know the rules. You can only touch me when i allow you to.” my hands trailing down his body wrapping around his cock pumping slowly. “yes mommy” he says just above a whisper causing me to momentarily pause.

I stare blankly for a moment at the name, but continuing with my assault on his cock. The name had turned me on way more then it should have. Causing me then to drop to my knees and shove his hard lengthy cock into my mouth.

Steve above me was squirming and whining, letting out sweet pleas directed to no one but his own pleasure.

When his grip on my hair tightens and his cock starts to violently twitch in my mouth i remove myself from his dick with a pop. Looking up at him through my lashes with innocent doe eyes.

“w-why’d you stop mommy” his voice light and higher pitched then normal, still extremely out of breath.

“Mommy’s gonna’ ride this big cock of yours, how does that sound baby hm?” i praise with a tinge of mimic in my voice. He nods ferociously helping me off my knees and into his bedroom.

I push him down onto the bed as he watches be get undressed.

I climbed on top of him my slick pussy grinding against his lower abdomen. “Want to to sit on your cock, want me to make you feel good?” my hands on his chest my head buried in his neck.

“Yes M-mommy please ride my cock, please” he whines gripping onto my thighs. “okay baby” i whisper in his ear sitting up and lining my soaked hole up with the tip of his cock.

“Are you ready, sweetheart” i ask as he nods once again ferociously, his eyes screwed shut.

I grip him by his chin squeezing tightly forcing his eyes open. “You will look at mommy whilst she pleasures you, do you understand?”

“I understand” he whimpers making direct eye contact with me as i sit down on his cock.

I pleasure filled gasp leaves my lips as i feel his cock fill me to the brim. I begin to bounce up and down on his dick as he reaches all the places in me my fingers could never even begin to reach.

All i hear from the boy below me are sweet praises, whines, and whimpers. “feels so good mommy. Please don’t stop it feels sooo good” his hands have a firm grip on my hips, his nails burrowing into my skin.

“your big cock feels so good in me baby, thank you for making mommy feel so good” i utter breathlessly struggling to speak at all.

The familiar knot in my stomach has begun to come apart as his dick hits that sweet spot deep into my pussy. “Steve fuck!” i yell in immense pleasure.

“I’m-..I’m so close mommy don’t stop.” he crys out.

With one more thrust i feel his warm thick seed filling my overused pussy.

warning:smut (daddy kink)

summary: it’s thanksgiving and your dads best friend is over. You’ve always have fawned over him throughout the years, but on your 21 birthday you had seen him at a bar and made a move. Seeing him now 1 month later some feelings had rekindled.

MINORS DNI ‼️

Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday; food and family, what could be better. Although that was not my only reason.

Steve Harrington, my dads best friend. He always has had some sort of hold on me even in my teen years, but since i’ve grown the ‘crush’ has only grown stronger. My 21st birthday was 1 month ago and that was the last time i saw him.

FLASHBACK (1 month ago)

‘“steve” i utter as i look down to find his head buried in my pussy. My fingers laced through his brown locks grinding into his face. My wines and whimpers for him only grow louder and louder until he puts a hand over my mouth, silencing me.

“shut up” he says pushing his fingers knuckle deep into my drenched pussy. “You’re such a fucking whore for my fingers, hm.” he tsks “i haven’t even stuck my dick into you yet and hear you are whimpering and whining like a fucking child.” the pumping of his fingers only grow faster and faster.

“i bet you like the idea of you fucking your dads best friend. I bet it makes this pretty pussy so wet, yeah?” he asks as a rhetorical question.

I felt like death in the best way possible. The fading of my vision and the spasms throughout my body felt like electric shocks. My hands desperately trying to grip the wall as my head pounds in the immediate pleasure. “STEV-“

END OF FLASHBACK

i was knocked back into reality as my aunt walks up to me engulfing me in a heartfelt hug. “Sweetie! I feel like it has been so long, look at how much you have grown!” i roll my eyes into the hug in annoyance. I always hated her, she only ever called or texted me when she needed money or something which i always gave gracefully, yet reluctantly.

“Hello, aunt Brenna! How have you been!” she starts to tell me about recent events in her life and i standing there half listening and half dozing off.

The only thing i can think about is Steve and how good he looks. His tall broad frame leaning on the kitchen counter, his hair messily pushed back. A bear in his hand as he throws his head back taking a sip, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows the cold drink. I stare until i see his brown soft eyes trailing along my figure his eyes meeting mine, eye fucking each other.

“So that’s how i’ve been, what about you doll?” I hear my aunts annoyingly high pitched voice redirecting my gaze to her with a fake yet, sweet smile. “i’d love to catch up with you aunt Brenna, but i actually must go use the ladies room now if you don’t mind.” i dismiss her pleads for me to stay heading straight towards the bathroom.

I could already feel the wetness that had pooled between my legs. My pussy begging for some friction and who am i to deny myself some pleasure.

I knew it was wrong and i knew i shouldn’t have been doing this but it was too late.

My hands trailing down my body and in to my panties my fingers engulfed in the wetness of my folds. My fingers teasing at my clit i let out a few strained moans trying to quiet myself but failing. One hand gripping onto the sink and i finger myself with the thoughts of last month rewinding in my mind. “augh…steve fuck.”

My pleasure had abruptly stopped as i heard a few knocks on the door my pulse racing as i’d realized i have just been caught.

“open the door Y/N” a voice i could distinguish from anywhere, Steve.

I scramble to remove my hands from my pants turning the sink on the quickly wash them before opening the door trying to look as normal as possible.

“Oh, Steve hey did you have to use the bathroom because i was actually just leaving” i say attempting to walk out, but before i could escape i was pushing against the wall my arms pinned above my head.

“i heard you Y/N, your begging pleas for me to walk in here a fuck you so good. God you’re such a slut Y/N, couldn’t even wait until after dinner for me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”

“S-Steve i’m s-“ i start but bearishly stopped with a sting across my face. “that’s not my name you whore, what’s my name Y/N..i wanna hear you say it, better yet i wanna hear you scream if” he says grabbing my by my thighs and setting me down onto the sink, frantically unbuckling his belt. “you only cum when i tell you to. You only speak when i tell you that you are aloud to. Understood, bitch” he says in a low rough voice as i frantically nod eager for him to be inside me.

“i would give you some foreplay, but it seems as if you have already done the for me, yeah” he speaks with a cocky grin plastered across his beautiful face. His hard, large cock springs out from his navy blue boxers. One hand pumping his dick and the other on my cheek pulling me into a passionate wet kiss.

“are you ready to take me, slut?” he utters roughly, his forehead against mine. “yes, daddy” i speak softly, oh-so ready for him. With my verbal consent he lines his cock up with my dripping entrance thrusting into me roughly not even caring about how deep he is inside me.

“STEVE” i gasp my hands clutching onto his back my voice silenced with another slap to the face. “WHATS MY NAME SLUT, SCREAM IT” he yells in my face, turning my on even more.

“DADDY” i yell back making him smirk. “say is again, pet” “DADDY” i yell against his shoulder, my thighs shaking as he pounds into me like a touch starved man. “you feel so good around my cock Y/N, i bet you replay last month in your mind everytime you touch that pretty pussy, yeah?” he praises as he continues his assault on my pussy.

I attempt to reply but fail as he hits that sweet spot deep inside me causing me to scream in pleasure, my nails digging into his back. Which i could tell he enjoyed because everytime i did it he would grunt in my ear.

“daddy…i’m gonna-“ i could barely finish my sentence. “me to baby it’s okay let it go” he says his thrusts becoming sloppy but never lessening my pleasure.

“fuck, fuck, fuck yess mph fuck daddy!” i yell as my vision turns black, my eyes screwed shut. My thighs shake and my grip on his back only tightening as i feel his warm seed leak inside my used pussy.

As we both fall from our highs and catch our breath his warm and soft demeanor fades back. He leans in planting a soft and warm kiss on my lips. “i’m sorry if i was to rough on you, baby” his voice soft and laced with sorriness.