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sypnosis: based on this anon request (tysm for sending this can't wait for more 💕 steve has recently started his new job at family video and requires him to wear polo's that make is biceps look exceptionally delicious pairing: steve harrington X gf! reader cw: bicep riding, making out, light teasing a/n: as y'all can see i learned how to do gradient text and now i'll never go back lmaooo (tut i followed if you wanna learn!!) also this does not follow cannon timeline perfectly, alot of my stuff is cannon adjacent

Steve has recently taken up a new job to help support your guys’ new life, with you guys finally deciding to move in with each other after a year and a half of dating. Let’s just say his new uniform for his new job had you clenching your legs together in the mornings when getting ready to work with Nancy.

As did most mornings, you woke up in your beautiful boyfriend’s arms.

“Good morning, baby,” Steve said in a groggy voice, hugging you tighter and planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“Good morning,” You replied with a smile on your face, then rolled over to look at his, then gave him a soft kiss on his lips.

You stayed in his arms for a little longer, stealing more kisses before it was time for the both of you to start reluctantly getting ready for work. It was an understatement to say that you didn’t wish Steve was with you at all times; you wished you could spend all your days engulfed in his love.

“Okay, it’s time for us to get ready, baby,” Steve muffled into your neck.

“Five more minutes,” You pouted, giving him your best puppy-pleading eyes.

“We can’t, sweetheart.” He said, cupping your face and giving you an ephemeral peck before getting up from the bed.

You let out a groan, but he is right; you don’t want to be late for work. So, Grudgingly head to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and mentally envisioning what you’re going to wear for work, but it’s quickly interrupted when Steve joins you in the bathroom shirtless in a pair of dark-wash jeans, holding two polos in his hands.

“Which color?” He asks, holding the two shirts up.

“Ummm, the striped one,” You answer, muffled.

He gives you a smile before throwing the one you chose over his head and fixing his hair slightly before gathering his hair products together. As he gathers his stuff, you can’t help but stare at his bulging biceps each time he grabs something or moves his hands through his hair.

“You’re staring,” He laughs, looking at you through the mirror.

Your face begins to feel warm. “Sorry,” You say shyly.

“What are you staring at?” He asks with a smirk, even though he already knows exactly what you’re gawking at.

“You”

“Yeah, but what about me?” He asks, turning and examining you more intensely.

“Your biceps,” You say in a low tone.

“Sorry, baby, didn’t quite hear you.” He says, closing the space between the two of you and gripping your chin to make your eyes meet his.

“Your biceps,” You say once again, feeling even more embarrassed.

“My biceps?” He smiles. “My dirty girl, is that what’s been getting you all worked up lately?”

You nod your hair timidly.

“I’ve been noticing you focus more on me in the mornings,” He says, running his thumb lightly over your lower lip.

Your eyes widen at the statement. You couldn’t feel more embarrassed.

“Umm, I should get changed,” You state in a sultry tone.

“Yeah, you should, already spent ten minutes squeezing your legs together because of my biceps.” He replies in a teasing tone, releasing you from his grasp.

You roll your eyes and exit the bathroom, then open your closet to pick out a nice baby blue top that had embroidery detailing and a nice long white skirt. You walk out of the bedroom to see Steve leaning against the kitchen island with your coffee already made for you.

“So,” He says, looking you up and down as you walk closer to him.

“So,” You reply in a mocking tone.

“These bad boys have been distracting you in the mornings?” He flexes jokingly.

“Ugh, get over yourself,” You joke, smacking him on the shoulder and taking a sip from your coffee.

“Really? Because I think you're enjoying this,” He says with a smug smile before drinking his coffee.

“Whatever,” You roll your eyes. “I’ve gotta get going. I love you, baby; see you at dinner,” You say, giving him a long kiss and squeezing his biceps before you leave.

–

After a long day at work, you kick off your shoes, change into your pajamas, and sit in front of the TV, waiting like a sad puppy for Steve to walk through the door any minute. Halfway through an episode of Magnum, P.I., you hear the lock turn on the door. You shoot up from the couch in excitement, practically tackling and showering Steve in kisses the second he steps through the door.

“Hello to you too,” He laughs, scooping you into his arms.

“I missed you,” You say before kissing him.

“I missed you too,” He smiles back. “But I think we both know what you missed more,” He jokes, giving your butt a quick squeeze.

“Hmm, true,” You hum, and continue to kiss his neck as he makes his way towards your bedroom.

He lightly plops you onto the bed as he works off his family video vest. You perch yourself into your elbows and stare at him with hunger and clamp your legs together. He laughs softly at your actions, climbing atop you, kissing and sucking on the delicate skin on your neck.

“Steve,” You whine, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck, as he rocks his hips against your aching core.

“I know, baby,” He says in between kisses.

“You’re being a tease,” You pout.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t help but get so turned on by the fact you’re getting yourself all worked up thinking about my biceps.” He says, looking at your distraught expression. “You wanna ride my biceps, honey?” He asks with a mischievous smile.

You nod your head with eagerness.

“Whatever my girl wants, my girl gets,” He says, kissing your cheek before lying back on the mattress, as you work off your pajama pants and underwear.

He looks at you with longing as you crawl onto the bed towards him. Once you fully make your way towards him, you give him a messy kiss before straddling his bicep. You start to rock yourself slowly as starts at you, pupils blown. You grip tightly on his shoulder to stabilize yourself; soft whines escape your mouth.

“Go faster, baby,” He orders, flexing his biceps under you, causing you to moan loudly.

You pick up your pace, dragging your slick all over his biceps, moaning each time he flexes beneath you.

“Steve,” You moan loudly, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“You look so pretty like this, using my bicep to get yourself off,”

“ ‘m gonna cum, Steve,” You groan as your pace gets faster and your rhythm becomes sloppy.

“That’s it, baby, cum all over my bicep. You like riding my bicep, don't you?”

“Oh fuck,” You yelp as your orgasm rushes over you.

You lie your head on Steve’s shoulder for a second as euphoria runs through your body.

“You did so good, baby,” He says, as you get off his bicep and licking your juices off of him. “I think next time you ride the other one? Compare.” He smiles, pulling you in for a deep kiss, making you taste yourself.

Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: After volunteering to be designated driver for the evening, Steve spends the night following his increasingly drunk girlfriend around a bar as she becomes determined to tell every stranger she meets exactly how pretty her boyfriend is.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, no use of y/n, established relationship, drunk reader, public affection, so much fluff, reader is obsessed with her boyfriend, steve harrington gets verbally objectified, robin buckley is having the time of her life, second-hand embarrassment, drunken honesty, emotional intimacy, soft steve harrington, comfort fic (lmk if i missed anything)

W/C: 2.2k

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To your credit, it's not as if you're falling over yourself, or slurring your words, or doing any of the things people usually associate with being drunk. In fact, from a distance, you look perfectly fine. You're sitting upright, laughing at something Robin has said, nursing the same drink you've had for the better part of half an hour. To anybody else, you'd probably just seem relaxed.

But Steve knows you.

More specifically, Steve knows the different versions of you that emerge after one drink, after two drinks, after three drinks, and somewhere between your third and fourth drink of the evening, you become convinced that everybody in the immediate vicinity is your friend.

The bartender becomes your friend.

The woman fixing her lipstick in the bathroom becomes your friend.

The group of girls playing pool become your friends.

The middle-aged couple sharing chips in the corner become your friends.

The man waiting outside for a taxi becomes your friend.

At some point, Steve is fairly certain you'd attempt to befriend a parking meter if it looked lonely enough.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (3.2k words)

summary: steve wants to tell you how he feels, but he can’t find the right words. robin gives him the idea to dedicate a song to you on the wsqk radio station, but not a single stupid song can explain just how he feels about you.

tags/warnings:  fluffff!!!! yearning loverboy stevie my fav ahhh. just cute stuff and love confessions and kissing and fluff and happy endings yay!!! set june 1987. eddie's still alive cause idgaf!!! alcohol and drug usage (weed), mild suggestive themes. i love the new olivia album sm!!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem reader summary: after a long dry spell, you really needed to get off. after a failed date, your co-worker and crush, Steve Harrington, is at the other end of the phone to lend you a helping hand. wc: 7k warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), phone sex, masturbation (f & m), dirty talk, praise, overstimulation

August, 1987

“Sorry, Steve. I’m confused, I don’t think I really understand what you’re actually saying right now.” You spoke through a short laugh as you sat perched up on the counter in Family Video, your legs dangling below you as you looked over at your co-worker, Steve Harrington, who was standing opposite you with his arms crossed over his striped polo shirt and obnoxiously green vest. 

“What is there to not understand about what I’m saying?” He questioned through a laugh, his eyebrows furrowing gently at you as his body shuffled against the other side of the counter. 

You took a sip from your straw, slurping down a few sips from your can of Coke before settling it on your knee. “You’re saying you went out with Krista last night, she was funny, smart, cute and a good kisser – but you’re not calling her again?” 

Steve’s eyes looked you over once more, his arms across his chest tightening slightly causing the muscles hiding underneath his t-shirt to stretch beneath them even more before he spoke again. “She’s nice but just – not what I’m looking for right now.” 

As you went to respond, the bell from above the door pierced through the quiet of the store. You were quick to jump down from the counter, putting on your best customer service voice that Steve definitely teased you for, and snap back into character. You missed the way Steve’s eyes did one over on you when you turned around, how his eyes caught on the round of your ass when you bent forward slightly to help the customer. 

Steve wasn’t someone who you really knew in high school. You knew of him, of course, but your social circles never really mixed, which you were totally fine with. Whilst he was happy being King Steve and dating Nancy Wheeler, you were happy on the other side of the kingdom with your few friends and your nose deep in a book. 

Robin Buckley, however, had been your best friend since before preschool. Your mothers had been best friends, so naturally the two of you were quick to follow. Steve wasn’t really a character in your life until Robin started working at Scoops Ahoy with him at the mall, and while you never admitted it to her, you always kind of had a crush on him. 

How could you not when he’d wear those awfully short, awfully unforgiving shorts in gym class? Or when you’d go to visit Robin at work and he’d be in that stupidly cute sailors uniform, and his lips would look so stupidly glossy and soft. You asked Robin once if he’d been using her chapstick to which she quickly denied, but you always wondered. 

Naturally, after the Starcourt Mall fire you recommended Robin for the job at Family Video, where you’d already been working for almost a year, she was quick to bring Steve in tow behind her and your performance at work was quick to begin slipping. 

You went from being Keith’s star employee to messing up orders and forgetting to wind tapes because you couldn’t stop staring at stupid Steve Harrington and his stupidly perfect hair. The way the God awful green vest fit him didn’t help much either, especially when he’d pull the collar of his shirt out over it and you could get a look at all his beautiful freckles that kissed his skin if you angled yourself correctly. 

Working within a close proximity to Steve was hard at first, but eventually he actually became a friend of yours, which left you feeling incredibly guilty whenever you’d stare at his ass in those perfectly tight jeans for too long, or when you’d purposely ask for help with something in the storage room just so you could watch him stretch up and flex his gorgeously toned arms. 

When you decided that Steve was and would always be just a friend, you needed to kick yourself into gear. So, to distract yourself you started going on dates. A lot of them. 

You weren’t really one to date around in high school, you had one boyfriend in your senior year but that only lasted about a week or two into him being at college. Now, you were seeing someone new every week, which mostly just ended in making out in his car or hugging him goodbye at the restaurant, anything to get your mind off of Steve. 

The two of you were always very open about your conquests, he’d easily get the number of some beautiful girl who came in looking for a movie, and leave with plans for later that night. And the next morning, he’d always come in and tell you every sordid detail of the night before. You didn’t mind, actually, as it gave you fuel to add to the fire when you’d get home that night and inevitably find yourself thinking about Steve before you fell asleep. 

You also told Steve every detail of your dates. How he’d not shut up about his ex for the entire dinner, or another fell asleep on you during a movie and drooled all over your shoulder. Although, you weren’t so explicit in telling Steve the dirty details, as most of the time they’d result in you having to fake your orgasm and retreat home with your tail between your legs. 

If you sat there and shut your eyes, and really thought about it, you couldn’t remember the last time that you came, whether that was with someone else, or even by yourself. And from no lack of trying, you had been desperately trying. 

In the shower, right before you fall asleep, right when you wake up, in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep, even once in the break room after you’d slipped over a pile of DVD’s that Robin had left in the middle of the aisle and Steve was quick to catch you before you face planted. You could feel your skin burn through your clothes where his hands had grabbed you too tightly, but even then, nothing. 

So now, you were feeling frustrated and rightfully so. You had a date tomorrow night with Ethan, a guy you met at the bar last weekend when you went out for drinks with Robin. He was tall, handsome and had big hands that you noticed when he’d handed you your glass of wine. 

“Are you excited for your date tomorrow?” Steve asked you gently. You were pushing the cart around the store, placing rentals back in their home when Steve had appeared behind you, leaning his hands against the cart in an attempt to look casual. 

Your eyes met his as he spoke, but you were quick to look away before you admitted how excited you were to hopefully fucking finish. “Oh yeah, of course,” You cleared your throat before walking backwards down the aisle, the cart and Steve following behind you. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“I’m working the early shift tomorrow, so maybe I’ll give Stacey a call when I’m done.” You glanced over at him and he was flashing you a small smirk that you knew all too well. A small laugh fell past your lips as you threw the tape in your hands across the cart at him as you shook your head. 

“You’re such an ass.” You murmured softly, burying your chin in your chest to concentrate on what you were doing so you didn’t have to look at him for any longer. 

You’d managed to stifle down your crush on Steve now that you guys were actually friends, but the more sexually frustrated you became, the harder it was to be around him. Especially when he wore that annoyingly stupid smirk and practiced pick up lines on you in preparation for the next girl walking in. 

You felt Steve watching you for a moment as you finished the small stack in front of you, catching his eye as you began pulling the cart back to the front of the store. He was quick to follow, bringing his hand to scratch the back of his neck gently as he spoke. 

“You sure you’re not nervous about tomorrow?” He asked, taking charge to move to the last pile of rentals and place them on the top of the cart in front of you. 

“What? Y–Yeah, why would I be nervous?” You scoffed gently, nodding a small thanks before taking off quickly in the opposite direction to deposit the movies back in place. You heard a small tut from behind you, and when you stopped to continue your work, you felt the warm presence behind you. 

Steve was standing close enough that you could almost feel the curve of him against your back, the warmth of his breath against your skin and the smell of his cologne swirling through the air until it filled your nose generously. He leant around you to grab a rental, as if him standing this close to you was normal. 

“You’re quieter than normal, by now you’d be asking me what kind of shoes you should wear or something.” He moved from behind you to stand next to you so he could read your face, his eyes taking in each microexpression. Like the way your eyebrows scrunched slightly, the way your lip twitched as if it wanted to bite back and argue his words, but you were stopping him. 

Instead, you let out a short breath and shook your head softly. “I’m not nervous, Steve, I’m absolutely fine. I actually already have my outfit and my shoes picked out, so.” You flashed him a small smile, to which he returned you his own. 

His hands lifted slightly in defeat, taking a few steps backwards down the aisle to retreat back to behind the counter. “Alright, alright. But if you change your mind, you can just call me.” He tipped his head toward you slightly before disappearing behind the display, and only when he was out of sight could you let out the breath you’d been holding since he appeared. 

The rest of the day passed by quickly, Steve didn’t bring up your supposed nerves again, which you were quietly thankful for. The two of you spoke about almost anything else, him gaging your opinion on what you think he should say when he calls Stacey tomorrow night, the two of you arguing about which movie the two of you and Robin would be watching on your next movie night.  

Like usual, Steve dropped you home after work, over his dead body would he ever let you walk home on your own. The two of you sat in comfortable silence as the stereo hummed gently between you, until you noticed out of the corner of your eye his shifting in his seat and small glances over at you before you caved in. 

“Are you okay?” Your voice spoke, your head leaning against the headrest behind you as the corner of your lips unable to stop the small twitch into a smile as you took in his slightly flustered expression. 

“Wh– Me? Yeah, I’m fine,” He looked out of his window briefly before turning his head to look over his arm, his eyes meeting yours. “Are you okay?”

Your eyes trailed over his throat, how it bobbed when he swallowed and how his freckles moved against his skin with each tense of his jaw. You took in the curve of his neck, how the button of his polo shirt had popped open throughout the day and you had a perfect view of the small stretch of hair that appeared above the fabric. Your eyes trailed along his veiny arms until they reached his large hands, his fingers wrapping around the steering wheel. You imagined dragging your tongue up them, taking a digit between your lips before wrapping your hands around his wrist and shoving them down – 

“Hello?” He called out, your eyes quickly cutting back to his. Heat flushed your cheeks as your attention drew to the car pulling stop, thanking God that you were pulling up outside your house. You bent down to the foot of the car to grab your bag, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt as you flashed him a smile. 

“T–Thanks for the ride, I’ll see you on Sunday for movie night?” Before he had a chance to respond, you were already out of the car and slamming the door shut behind you. 

God, you were literally gawking at him. You may as well have been a cartoon looking at a pie through a store window. Your palm hit your forehead gently as you swore at yourself under your breath, until you heard your name being called out from behind you. 

You turned over your shoulder to see Steve leaning over the console, motioning for you to come back to the car. You cursed under your breath with every step you took closer. You’d spent so long hiding your stupid crush, you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. 

Your hand placed on the hood of the car as you tilted your head down to peek at him through the cracked window, “Yeah?” Your voice came out almost shakily, but your eyes on him were steady as he wore a warm smile across his lips. 

“I just wanted to say good luck tomorrow night, on your date,” He said, slowly settling back into the driver's seat. He turned the key and the engine roared awake once again, his eyes meeting yours as he spoke softly. “And if you really want to wow him, wear that white skirt that you wore to the bar on Rob’s birthday. If he sees you in that, he won’t be able to resist.” 

You pursed your lips slightly at his words, the heat that had risen to your skin when you thought he’d caught you staring at him now directed straight to your core. You cleared your throat gently, plastering on a smile as you nodded. “White skirt, got it. Thanks, Steve.” Your hand patted the roof gently as you straightened and made your way back up the path toward the front door. 

As you reached the steps, you turned over your shoulder to see Steve still sat in his car watching you. You offered him a small wave before digging your key out of the front pocket of your bag, quickly slipping yourself into the solemnity of your house as you let out a long, long exhale. 

You had quite the ritual for the hours leading up to your dates. You’d wake up and enjoy a nice cup of coffee on your back porch, letting the bright summer sun wake you up before heading back inside to make some cereal. If you didn’t have work that day, maybe you’d do some reading or go on a walk to take up a chunk of time. After some lunch and more reading, you hopped into the shower, scrubbing every inch of your skin with your favourite vanilla scented body wash. 

You did have your outfit already chosen out, but you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what Steve said about your white skirt. 

If he sees you in that, he won’t be able to resist.

Thinking back to that night, Steve had been like a parrot on your shoulder, but you just put that to the fruity cocktails you were buying for yourself but Steve would be finishing as he said they were much nicer than his beer. 

You pulled on the white skirt, which was probably a bit too short for a first date, but you figured with your dry spell you needed all of the confidence you could get. You paired it with a pale yellow fitted blouse, the fabric cinching at the waist and the short sleeves slightly bubbled. 

The clock was ticking under your gaze as you watched it tick minute by minute, until it finally reached eight o’clock. You grabbed your handbag that was sitting on the sofa, the heels on your shoes clicking against your floorboards as you rushed to the window at the front of your house, pushing the curtain back to watch out for Ethan's car.

Tick, tick, tick. You’d moved from your position at the window to slump on the sofa, it was way past eight o’clock now and you were growing tired of waiting. Just as you were about to give up, you heard a car pulling up outside of your house, and a horn honking to go along with it. 

You peered out the window again to see Ethan in the same position Steve was in yesterday, rolling the window down and leaning over the centre console to catch your attention with a wave. You glanced over at the clock, reading nine. 

In any other circumstance, you would’ve turned off your porch lights for the night and retreated back to your room, let him sit there and think about what he’s done. But on the other hand, you really, really needed to get off. Surely giving you an orgasm at the end of the night after a nice dinner could make up for being an hour late to your date? 

As your heels clicked down your path towards his car, you could feel the heat within you rising. Something about the anticipation of knowing you were finally going to be fucked, or maybe it was the high heels carrying you toward the car making you feel hot and bothered. Or maybe, it was the idea that the skirt that you were wearing made you irresistible, to none other than Steve Harrington. 

Ethan pushed open the passenger door as you got closer, flashing him a warm smile as you slipped into the seat next to him. “I’m so sorry that I’m late, babe. Work was hell today,” He watched you closely as you settled into the seat, pulling the seatbelt over you as you looked over at him. “But you look hot. That skirt, damn.”

You crossed your leg over the other, brushing the hem of your skirt down gently before catching his eye. Ethan was attractive, he was tall and muscular, his hair was light as it curled over his eyes, you figured he’d do for tonight. “Don’t worry about it, are you sure we’re gonna make dinner, though? It’s kinda late.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at him as he took off down your street. 

“Yeah, we definitely missed the reservation,” He laughed gently at himself before leaning his hand over the console, resting his palm against your knee as his voice deepened. “I figured, we could just go back to mine?”

“Yours?” You glanced down at his cold hand warming up your knee as it rubbed against your skin gently, looking back up at him with a tight smile. “Yeah, yeah. I guess that’s fine.”

He flashed you a wide grin, his grip tightening on you as he began the drive over to his place. Your eyes fluttered shut gently, taking in a sharp breath to steady your nerves. You figured you’d go back to Ethan’s, maybe share a bottle of wine and talk for a bit before you finally could let go. 

But the dull throb between your legs was telling you that you couldn’t wait that long. You needed something, just one kiss. So you were quick to unbuckle your seatbelt as your palm wrapped around his forearm gently as you looked over at him, your fingertips trailing up his arm until it landed firmly on his shoulder. Your body adjusted slightly in your seat, pulling yourself closer so your lips could brush against Ethan’s neck. 

“Hm, eager, are we?” He mumbled as his hand inched down your thigh slowly, you let out a breathy laugh against his skin with a small nod. Your lips pressed wet kisses to his skin, your hips already trying to rut against his hand that was nowhere near you yet, desperate for some attention. 

Ethan rounded a corner, pulling to a quick stop on a quiet street. You pulled your lips away slowly as he put the car in park, your hand coming up to rub across his chest slowly as you ducked your head back down to the skin beneath his ear. “You okay, babe? Why’d you stop?” 

His hand was quick to grab your waist as his other hand held the back of your neck, guiding you up to his lips to capture you in a sloppy kiss. It was uncoordinated and messy, your teeth clacking as he licked desperately into your mouth. Your fingers bunched the fabric at his chest before his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling them down to his crotch. 

You pulled your lips back slightly to look down at your hand, you could feel him hardening against your palm in his jeans. He rubbed the back of your hand gently as he spoke, dipping his head to catch his lips against yours as he mumbled against your lips. “You’re just gonna suck me off then, yeah? I gotta be at Darren’s in twenty minutes.”

Your body froze against his, you pulled your lips back from his as your eyes looked into his. A small, surprised last fell past your lips as you squinted your eyes at him. “I’m sorry?” 

Ethan let out a small groan, adjusting his hips as you pulled your hand away. “Oh, don’t be like that. You knew what this was, c’mon.” He dragged out his last word as he motioned down to his hardening cock, your lips were parted in horror as you looked over at him. 

“I knew what this was? You thought all I’m good for is quickly sucking you off before you go to your friends house?” You let out a pained laugh as you shook your head, pulling yourself away from him and grabbing your handbag that had fallen to the foot of the car. “You’re an asshole, Ethan. You’re an hour late to our date, and think I’m just gonna drop to my knees? Fuck you.” 

You let yourself out of the car, slamming the door behind you to cut off his arguing. You steamed down the sidewalk, ignoring the sound of Ethan calling your name from behind you and the sound of him speeding off into the night. 

You could practically feel the steam pouring from your ears as you walked home. Sure, all you were expecting from Ethan was some nice conversation and a good fuck but his proposition of you sorting him out then dropping you home was where you drew the line. The more you thought about it, the more frustrated you felt yourself becoming. 

The front door to your house slammed behind you as you kicked off your heels and kicked them across your living room, your breath huffing and puffing as you stormed through the house toward your bedroom. You sat on the edge of your bed, leaning over to grab the phone from your nightstand and quickly punching in Steve’s phone number, before you could stop yourself. 

The phone rang twice before it clicked, a familiar voice crackling through the other end of the phone. “Hello?”

“Steve? Hi, it’s me. I’m so sorry for calling so late,” Your eyes fluttered shut as your palm pressed against your eyes, letting out a sigh of frustration at the events of the last half an hour. “My date was fucking shock horror and I–” 

You paused for a moment when you remembered Steve telling you at work yesterday that he was going to call Stacey tonight. A familiar knot tightened in your chest at the thought of her being on the other end of the phone, with Steve. 

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I’ll leave you and Stacey to – I’ll call you tomorrow. I’m sorry.” You pulled the phone away from your ear but you heard his voice calling your name echoing into the air. Hesitantly, you pulled the phone back to your ear. 

“Hey, don’t apologise. I didn’t call Stacey, I’m all alone. What’s up, what happened?” Your stomach settled knowing he was alone, and you let out a content sigh at the familiar comfort of his voice. 

“He was an hour late picking me up, just pulled up and honked his horn at me and then said we could just go back to his place which I was fine with ‘cause I just wanted to – Whatever. Then, he had his hand on my leg, and I started kissing him and he pulled over the car, and said to me, and I quote – You’re just gonna suck me off then, yeah? I gotta be at Darren’s in twenty minutes.”

You had to pause to catch your breath after your rambling, inhaling a short breath before continuing. “I thought, what a fucking prick. Like, yeah okay, I wanted to sleep with him but only because I haven’t had an orgasm in like, eight months. But it was everything else, like him being an hour late and then assuming that I’m just going to–”

“Wait, wait, hold on,” Steve’s breathy voice called down the phone, causing you to pause and think about the words that you’d just let spill. 

“Shit. Okay, I didn’t mean to say all that. You know what, just forget that I called–” You murmured gently as your face screwed up into the palm of your hand, silently cursing yourself for telling Steve, your friend, that you haven’t come in eight months.

“God, Ethan is a fucking asshole. An hour late is crazy, his first mistake was not coming to the door to get you. You know, I’ll have words with him if – if you want. He can’t disrespect you like that, no matter what was going to happen, he can’t just assume shit.” Steve said, his words settling your nerves gently as you nodded along as he spoke. 

“Yeah, he is a fucking asshole.” You murmured gently, taking a deep breath as you pulled your hand from your face, looking down to your lap at your fingers numbly toying with the frilled hem of your skirt. 

There was a short silence between you when Steve cleared his throat gently, and you could hear him shuffling on the other end of the phone before speaking. “So, eight months, huh?”

A small laugh stifled past your lips as you let yourself fall back onto your mattress, a loud sigh falling past your lips as your head lulled to the side. “Yeah, it’s been a while, I guess.” 

Steve huffed through the phone gently, racking his brain over the stories of dates you’d told him about recently. “But what about Matt? You saw him a few times, he couldn’t–”

“Nope.” You popped the p gently as your head settled against your comforter, your knee swaying against the bed slightly.

“Have you tried touching yourself?” His voice was hoarse through the phone, almost careful. A rush of heat surged from the receiver through your hand and straight between your legs, a soft sigh escaping at his question. 

“W–What?” You almost laughed out, your eyes darting across your ceiling as your knees pressed together, your body suddenly feeling awfully aware of what you were talking to Steve about. 

“I said, have you tried touching yourself?” His words were more confident now, slightly more stern as they hit your ear. 

“Well, yeah. But it still hasn’t worked.” Your voice was a mere whisper as it escaped your lips, your mouth running dry slightly as your tongue ran over your lips in an attempt to wet them. Your breath was picking up, heaving slightly under your shirt as you spoke.

“Well, what do you do? When you’re touching yourself, tell me what you do.” He spoke easily like this was just a normal conversation between you, like this was something you discussed at work regularly.

Your breath caught in your throat, holding the phone closer to your ear if even possible as you whispered through it. “Steve–”

He was quick to cut you off, his voice laced with concern. “You don’t have to, if you’re uncomfortable we can forget all about this and go back to bitching about Ethan. But, it might help you to talk it out.” 

You contemplated his offer for a moment, before taking in a sharp breath. The throb between your legs was now loud enough to start ringing through your ears, the hairs on your arm prickling at the prospect of Steve thinking about you touching yourself. 

“Well, I–I usually start at my breasts, then I’ll take my hand and–” Your words got lost on the tip of your tongue, suddenly unable to even remember what you did the last time you were doing this. 

“What are you wearing, baby? Did you put that pretty little skirt on?” Steve’s voice poured through the phone like honey, his deep voice calling you that pet name caused your breath to catch in your throat. 

“Yeah, the skirt and a yellow blouse.” You whispered softly, you glanced down at your hand that was now subconsciously rubbing across your stomach, your cold fingertips dipping underneath the fabric of your shirt.

“I bet you look fucking gorgeous, honey. I want you to take your hand and rub it across your chest, slowly. Take your time, baby.” He returned, and you nodded gently even though he couldn’t see you. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as you pulled your hand from underneath the hem of your shirt and slowly brought it up to your breast. Your finger cupping yourself before slipping across and touching the other, you watched as your nipples hardened through your shirt. A small, breathy moan passing your lips as your fingertips catch them. 

“Good girl,” Steve preened through the phone, causing another pretty sound to pass your lips. You started pawing at your breasts over your shirt, your back arching against yourself as Steve spoke down the phone again. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yeah,” You breathed out, your fingers shakily unbuttoning the top two buttons of your shirt. You could feel all the heat pooling between your legs, your thighs clenching together in an attempt to soothe the need. “Feels real good.”

“Take off your shirt.” Steve ordered. Your hand paused on your breast for a moment before you continued unbuttoning the rest of your shirt, pulling the phone away from your ear for a moment to pull it off of your arm and discard the shirt on the other side of your bed. “Are you wearing anything underneath, honey?”

Your hand was quick to return to your chest at his words, looking down at your pink laced bra that was holding your breasts in place. Your fingers toyed at your hardened nipple, your teeth sinking into your lower lip before you spoke hoarsely. “I got a pink lacy bra on,” You swallowed thickly, a wave of bravery overtaking you before you continued. “They match my panties.” 

You heard Steve groan through the phone, causing your hand to move over to your other breast that was in need of your attention. “Fuck, I bet you look so beautiful right now,” He breathed down the phone, “Can you take your bra off for me, baby?”

As soon as his words hit your ear, you lifted yourself up slightly to wrap your hand around your back to unclasp the bra. You pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere across the room before you slowly settled back on the bed. “It’s off.” 

“Good. Now, I want you to put two of your fingers in your pretty little mouth, and suck on them. Can you do that for me, honey?” Steve’s own breath was hitching in his throat, your fingers were happily between your lips before he could even finish his sentence. 

The sound of you sucking on your fingers was filling up your room and Steve’s end of the phone, you let out a small moan around them as you pressed down on your tongue. You pull them out of your mouth, watching a connection of saliva follow them before putting the tips of them back between your lips. 

“Fuck. Play with your nipples now, baby. Make them all wet, pretend it’s my tongue.” With each sentence that Steve said, his voice became even more breathier. The thoughts of what he could be doing on the other end of the phone were too much for you to even think of right now.

You pulled your fingers from your lips with a small pop and ran them over your stiffened nipple. A loud moan fell past your lips, your head dipping back into the mattress as you twisted it between your fingers. You hummed as you sucked on your fingers again before moving onto the other one. “Feels so good, Steve.” 

“Yeah? I bet it does, baby. Imagine it’s me on your chest, taking your nipple in my mouth. Kissing all over your chest, playing with them til you’re begging me to stop. I bet they’re so hard right now, hm?” Your motions faltered slightly at the thought of Steve latched onto your chest, nodding gently as you continued to rub your fingers between them. 

“T–They are, Steve. Fuck.” You were palming your breasts now, your hips grinding against nothing as you were growing more desperate with each word he fed you down the phone. 

Steve stifled out a slight groan, “Can you take that pretty skirt off for me, baby?” 

Your hand flew down to the hem of your skirt, lifting up your hips to pull it off of you. Your chest was heaving as you watched it fly across the room, your fingertips grazing the hem of your panties as you breathed down the phone. “It’s off.” 

Steve grunted softly, you took a moment to listen and you swore you could hear shuffling through the phone. The heavy breaths hitting your ear was a tell tale sign that Steve was touching himself right now, and the thought alone was enough to set you off. 

“W–What are you wearing right now?” You whispered softly into the phone, your eyes shutting happily as your hand returned up to your breast as you thought about Steve with cock in his hand, getting off to the thought of you sucking on your fingers. 

“What am I wearing right now?” He asked, almost thrown off by your question. He cleared his throat gently, and you heard him adjusting on the phone before answering. “Just my pyjama pants, baby.”

A small whine left your lips as you pinched your nipple between your fingers, thinking about Steve in the low light of his bedroom. Holding his phone to his ear whilst his other hand ran through the hair across his chest, travelling down his happy trail and disappearing into his pyjamas. 

“Are you getting wet? Thinking about me with my mouth all over you? Touch yourself, and tell me.” His breath was heavy as he spoke, his hoarse tone crackling through the phone. 

Your hand slipped from your chest down your body slowly, your fingernails dragging along your sternum and your stomach until it found the hem of your underwear. Your knees fell apart instantly, your hand dipping between your legs as your fingertips found the dampened spot on your panties. 

A small gasp left your lips, “Fuck,” You managed. Steve let out an encouraging grunt at the sounds you were making, you swallowed down another moan as your fingers explored your core over your panties. Looking down between your legs, you looked at the glisten over your fingers before mumbling down the phone. “I’m soaked, right through my panties.” 

“Oh, fuck,” You heard Steve’s head thump back against his headboard, and the stifled sound of his hand shuffling underneath his duvet. “You’re so fucking hot, baby. You’re so beautiful. Take your panties off for me, please.” 

Your fingers wrapped around the edge of your underwear, quickly pulling them down to your ankles and kicking them to the floor. Your pussy was throbbing, desperately aching for your own touch as your hands rubbed over your thighs and your lower stomach, your voice whispering through the phone. “Tell me what to do, Steve, please.” 

“God, you’re killing me,” He moaned through the phone, the sounds of his hand wrapped around his cock were much clearer now as the faint sound of slapping skin filled your ear. “I want you to take your finger and touch yourself. Slowly, start at the bottom and work your way up. I want to hear you.” 

Your hand slipped from your stomach between your legs, a moan instantly falling from your mouth as your middle finger dipped between your lips. Dipping against your entrance before dragging it up your slit, letting out a loud whine as you reached your clit. You were quick to start rubbing small circles against it, your back arching against your mattress. “Holy shit. It feels so good, Steve.” 

“Yeah? You sound so good, baby, I bet you taste so good.” He hummed gently, his own groans spilling against your ear as you copied his instructions a few times. Taking it slow, savouring the teasing sensation of letting yourself have just a little bit but not enough. “Taste yourself.” 

A whimper escaped at his request, pulling your hand up from between your legs and slipping it past your lips. You moaned around your fingers at the sensation, quick to return your wet fingers back to your pussy. Two of your fingers pressed at your entrance as your head rolled around your shoulders, “Fuck, Steve.”

“Go on, baby. Fuck that pretty little pussy, let me hear you.” With his permission, you pushed your fingers into yourself with a loud whine. Your hips lifted to meet your fingers as they curled inside of you, the palm of your hand hitting your clit with each pull and push into yourself. 

You tilted your head to the side, holding the phone steadily to your shoulder so you could slip your other hand to your chest. Your legs spread open even wider as you slipped your fingers out to rub tight circles against your clit, you could feel the pressure building tightly in your stomach. “I–I think I’m close, Steve.” 

“Yeah? I bet you are, baby. I bet you’re curling those fingers in that tight little pussy just imagining it’s my cock, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He spat out, you could only whine in response as your fingers dipped back inside yourself. Copying his words, you curled your fingers inside of you as your spare hand found your clit, showing it no mercy as your stomach coiled. 

“Listen to you, honey. I can hear how wet you are down the phone, I bet you’re gushing around those fingers for me, aren’t you? Do you wanna come for me? Go on, be a good girl and come for me.” Steve’s filthy words were bringing you closer and closer to the finish line, you could feel your walls tightening around your fingers as you picked up the speed of them. 

“Oh my god, Steve – Fuck, I’m so close.” You whined down the phone, trying to fit your fingers as deep as you possibly could, your hips rolling up into yourself as your thighs tightened around your hands.

“Go on, pretty girl, come for me. Come all over your fingers, you deserve it. Such a good girl for me, hm? Imagine you’re coming all over my cock, imagine I’m pounding into your tight little pussy right now–” He cut off his own words with a moan, shallow curses under his breath as the obscene squelch of your pussy and the angelic sounds of your moans becoming too much for him. 

Your moans quickly turned into a loud cry as you let yourself go, your pussy gushing around your fingers as your fingers dial in around your clit. “Fuck, Steve–” Your words were cut off by your cries of pleasure, your hips writhing beneath your hand as you coax yourself down from your high. “Oh my God.”

Steve’s own release was crackling through the phone as you heard the sound of skin connecting with skin fastening, the schlick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock coming to a high as he moans out your name. The sound of him falling apart and calling your name was enough to get you going again. 

Your breath was caught in your throat as you pulled your hand from between your legs, wiping it on your comforter quickly to grab ahold of the phone that you’d been holding against your ear by your shoulder. Your legs were weak, still slightly shaking from the orgasm you’d been waiting for eight months for. 

There was a silence over the phone as the two of you took a moment to catch your breath, before Steve murmured gently. “That was so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

You let out a small laugh as you attempted to steady your breathing, your hand resting on your stomach as you bit down on your lower lip gently. “Thank you, Steve. I really, really needed that.” 

Steve cleared his throat gently, and you could hear him shuffling on the other end of the phone, going to clear himself up you’d assume. You realised you should probably do the same, but just as you pushed yourself up to sit at the end of the bed you heard the familiar jingle of Steve’s car keys down the phone. 

“Don’t move, okay?” He spoke, you could hear him moving around his bedroom, the sound of his belt buckle as he seemingly pulled them up his legs. “I need you so fucking bad, baby. I – I’ve needed you for fucking months. Fuck.” 

Your heart stuttered in your chest at his admission, how could one bad date lead to Steve confessing the feelings that you’ve been having for him as long as you can remember? You glanced around your room quickly before leaning over to grab the clothes that you’d discarded earlier. 

“I’m coming. I’ll be there in five, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” And with that, the phone line clicked dead. 

i feel so high school, everytime i look at you

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: request above

tags: smut, dry humping, orgasm (f & m), making out, hickey's & lovebites (they're horny teenagers give them a break), not proofread

word count: 1k

author's note: hi lovely! thank you for this request, i hope you like this! sorry for the wait x

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What if…we reverse the roles for a second and imagine it's you who takes Peepaw Joel's virginity?

Yes, of course old Joel dated. Plenty. I mean, look at him. Women were gushing for him. But going to bed with them? Never happened. And after the outbreak, sex just wasn't his priority. Survival was. Trust was. And by the time he reached Jackson, he'd built walls so high that even he forgot there was a virgin hiding behind them.

But Jackson changed things. Tommy was happy. Maria was pregnant. Joel watched those couples walk hand-in-hand, and something twisted in his gut—a hollow ache. He never had that. Not even once. And now he's sixty, belly soft from steady meals, hands calloused from years of work, he figured it's too damn late.

Who the hell would want a grumpy old virgin?

Then you came to Jackson.

Bold, young, too goddamn pretty. Everything Joel needed to stay away from, because his heart couldn't take it anymore. But when you placed a kiss on his cheek, told him he looked handsome, and invited him over to your house—he couldn't possibly say no.

"Ain't never...done this before," he blurted out the moment your hand slid under his shirt, while you sat on top of him. He braced for your reaction, embarrassed, but you only cooed, kissed him, and promised to take real good care of him.

And yes—Joel's cock was excited. He's old, but he's not dead. The moment your hands started roaming—his thigh, his belly, the zipper of his jeans—he hardened like a rock. Blood rushed to his groin with a desperation he'd never felt before.

But his insecurities hit hard. When you started to tug his shirt up, he grabbed your wrists. "Too much gut on an old man like me."

You just nuzzled your face into the soft skin of his belly and told him how much you wanted it pressed against you while he fucked you.

And when you finally wrapped your hand around his cock for the first time? That poor old man nearly had a heart attack. Deep, shaky moans spilled from his mouth. He tried to stay quiet at first, but the new sensations wrecked him—little gasps, grunts that turned into desperate groans, maybe even your name said like a prayer when he got close.

First time your cunt clenched around him? He was already gasping. A few pumps up and down, and he was babbling: "I'm gonna—fuck, I can't hold it—stop or—"

And he spilled inside you, all pathetic and breathless, gaping for air. His cock pulsed and pulsed, twitched and twitched until he collapsed, face buried in your neck, breathing hard. He was mortified. "That...that was damn pitiful. I'm sorry."

But you just stroked his hair, smiling to him. "It was perfect. And we've got all night."

And because he's old but not spent—once he caught his breath, his cock stirred again, curious and ready.

This time, you let him take control.

He was slower. More gentle. He wanted to please you. Wanted to make up for that quick finish. So he fingered you, licked you, followed your instructions until he had you gasping beneath him. Then he pushed in again, and he lasted longer. He learned. He memorized every sound you made.

a Better in My Head drabble this can be read standalone but feel free to go and read the original story here: masterlist

pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 1,813 summary:textfic! you're away and a little tipsy. warnings: rating change from the main fic. 18+. minors DNI.

a/n: i thought i was done with these two but then @billionairecowgirl mentioned sexting and well...here we are as always the biggest of thank you's to my amazing beta @joelsgoodgirl. i wouldn't write/post half the shit i do without your support 💜

as a reminder the format key: Joel Reader

His Play Toy 𐙚⋆

Bully!Steve Harrington x fem!reader 1k words

Warnings, King Steve, bullying, harassment, smut, oral (m receiving), degradation, mean Steve, non-consensual, jealousy, possessiveness,

Steve becomes overcome with possessiveness when he catches you with another boy instead of him, needing to prove that you belong to him in whichever way it takes

The next day, Steve was sauntering around the school, his head held high while people couldn’t help but turn their heads to get a glimpse at Hawkins heartthrob. After finishing class, he became overwhelmed with the urge to see you again, getting flashes of you staring up at him all dopey eyed while he used you to his advantage.

He was expecting to find you standing by the bleachers, waiting for him like you always did, but that wasn’t the sight he was met with. You were in the middle of the field, hands tucked in front of you as you talked eagerly to another senior, who stared back at you like you were his prey, like Steve did.

pairings: caretaker! joel x fem! reader

tags: 18+ only, ICKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY joel, dark! joel, naive! and oblivious! reader, post-outbreak au, ellie doesn't exist, sweet nicknames, daddy kink, dd/lg elements, large and in-charge legal age gap, oral m receiving, corruption kink

word count: 1868

summary: you ask joel what a trouser snake is...

a/n: i was inspired by a story on an spicy lit website but i cannot for the life of me remember the authors name💔also lowk cant write smut anymore its been too long BOOOOO

in the early sweltering heat of spring, you wiped the sweat that was beginning to form at your hairline with the back of your hand. a cool breeze hit you, the air going straight up your back to dry off some of the sweat there. you were thinking about if maybe joel would be at home yet.

he helped out with the construction of things in jackson with his brother, tommy. joel was more-so the management and tommy was out there with the others, ever since tommy made him quit carrying heavy lumber due to his ever-aching back. as you walked by the swaying trees, the sound of a nearing car motor caught your attention from behind.

glancing back over your shoulder, you saw it was a truck full of boys and smiled politely at them. your late grandmother always told you to smile at everyone, including strangers, but you recognized some of them from town meetings.

you were fully expecting to get a kind gesture back, but were met with confusion instead.

"hey sweetheart! come sit on my trouser snake!" one boy said, invoking laughter from the others. furrowing your eyebrows together, you cocked your head to the side. "your what?"

they all laughed even harder and just sped away, yelling.

"trouser snake…" you mouthed the words back to yourself, trying to put the pieces together but to no avail. as you finally neared the house, you spotted joel's truck in the driveway, and skipped toward the front door as your skirt fluttered in the air behind you. opening the door, your eyes dart around in search of joel. you really wanted to ask him what a trouser snake was.

"hey darlin', that you?" his voice resonated from upstairs. "yes!" you called out to him, practically running up the stairs. he was in his bedroom, back turned to you, accompanied by a drilling sound. walking closer, you see that he was currently working on a miniature wooden house.

"hey princess." he greets again, not taking his eyes off of his work in progress.

you always felt so comfortable with joel. ever since you stumbled upon jackson during that extremely cold winter, he and tommy were the ones at the gate who let you come in. they wrapped blankets around your shivering frame and gave you endless cups of hot chocolate once you were inside the bar.

bringing your hands around his head to rest over both of his eyes, you giggled. joel smiled as well, even though he tried to hide it.

removing your hands, you stand to the side of him. "…um, i have a question?" you propose and he turns his head to you. his hair was mostly silver nowadays, the strands almost glistening in the beams of sunlight that came through the window.

"ok." he nods, awaiting said question.

you just come right out and say it. "what's a trouser snake?" your lips stay slightly apart in wonder in contrast to joel's, who's eyebrows were furrowed and his lips a straight line, mixed emotions on how you know what that is.

or who said that to you.

"where'd 'ya hear that from, princess?" joel asked cautiously, not wanting you to believe that you were in trouble or anything like that. as you shake your head, you recall the whole street interaction with the truck full of boys and them yelling it out to you, plus your confusion and everything.

"the boys outside. they said, 'sit on my trouser snake' but i don't wanna get bit by a snake!!" fear seeps into your brain, never having gotten bit by any type of animal, definitely not by a snake. "i was so confused, i thought you would know because you teach me everything." your eyes light up, so grateful that joel has learned you the ways of this new world.

joel looked like he had seen a ghost.

he sighed out, blowing out his cheeks and shaking his head slowly. "princess...i," he began to speak. "is it poisonous?" you ask carefully.

he stands up from his chair, a quiet groan evident, before going to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands on his knees. "honey, what those boys were talking about...it, well," you cut off his train of words once more. "have you seen one?"

the gears in joels mind were working overtime. he knew that you wouldn't know what a damn trouser snake would be. he didn't wanna ruin your innocence like that.

but he can't lie and say that the thought of you only being taught things by him was darkly exciting. you trusted him with everything in you. he began to nod to your recent question, making your eyes widen.

"what does it look like? he said it's in your pants! isn't that scary?" you asked these questions like you were asking what was for dinner. running a hand through his silver hair, he just went along with it.

"no. it's not scary." he simply said, with a sigh. "oh..." you brought your hands together, rubbing your nailbeds against each other, making a soft clicking noise as you thought.

joel's pants were already a little tight, but now they were restrictive almost. his "trouser snake" was getting a little excited at the whole situation.

"but, princess, don't worry about that. it's really not all that imp-"

"can i see?" you ask with hope. joel's expression contorted. his eyes darted around the room, keeping his head immobile. "see what?"

"your trouser snake!" you say matter-of-factly as you plop down next to him on the bed. he was now aware of how close you two were, and scooted away a little bit. "no, i don't think that's a good idea." he says firmly, he raises his hand in your direction briefly before setting it back down on his thigh.

your expression showed slight irritation. "joel! that's not fair, you said you'd always explain things to me. they didn't teach me anything at the other camp! pleaseeeee?" you drug out the last word. and it was true. the camp that you were previously at raised you from a baby to a now 20-something-year-old, but it was mainly elderly women who were nun-like. they told you to not think about or trust boys, but you knew you could trust tommy and joel.

"…no baby. i'm sorry." he managed to get the words out clearly.

you turned away from him before standing up and stomping your foot. "fine!" you call out, making joel raise an eyebrow at you, but you didn't care right now. "i'll just ask jesse! he'll show me what a trouser snake looks like since you won't show me yours." you huff out. you didn't understand why joel wouldn't agree to your request.

"jesse?!" he asked, anger seeping around the edges of his tone, making you retreat just the slightest. "you go ask jesse and see what happens." he spoke lowly as your eyes dropped to the carpeted floor, doubtful now. "you know better than to stomp your foot at me. go to your room." he pointed to the wall, to your room which was right next to his own. you knew not to push any further and begrudgingly obeyed his order, slamming your door shut before plopping face down on your bed. out of the corner of your eye, you spot your withered sketchbook and pencil, grabbing them both to doodle to calm yourself down.

you weren't aware of how much time had gone by until there was a knock at your door.

"princess? can i come in?" joel's soft voice spoke from the opposite end of the door. pausing for a moment, you answered yes and heard the door creak open. you stayed on your stomach, with your back to him, quiet. then he sighed. "you really wanna see one, hm?" this made you immediately turn over, making joel shake his head.

"come here." he motioned with his hand as you scurried to stand up and go over to him.

"close your eyes." he continued, and you did so. he grabbed your hand, flipping it palms-down and guided it until your fingers bumped into something…hard.

“keep those pretty eyes closed, babygirl.” his breath came out a bit labored. he hadn’t felt a touch other than his own in years. his fingers closed around yours, putting pressure on both his hand and his clothed cock. you gasp at the feeling of it in your hand. “joel yours is big?” you say curiously, making joel smugly smile.

“yea, baby. he is a little big, huh?” he speaks, his mind barely focusing on his words and more so on your hand rubbing him so good through his jeans.

“oh that’s a good girl baby. just like that.” joel breathed out, breaths uneven as your tongue glided up and down the side of his aching, throbbing cock. and an old tie as a blindfold over your eyes.

it was awful.

joel lying and saying that sometimes a trouser snake needed to be licked like a lollipop so it won’t be angry and bite him. your eyes enlarged to saucers at the thought of joel being injured and jumped at the idea to help.

the condition?

you couldn’t look at it or it would bite you too. that’s where the blindfold comes into play. so there you were, on your knees before him, mouth open and dragging your tongue around his heavy meat like it was the best lollipop in the world. his hand was on the back of your head now.

“open your mouth and stick your tongue out, baby.” seeing nothing but the darkness caused by the tie over your eyes, you do as he says. shortly after, you felt the heavy slaps of it on your wet tongue, with joel loving the site.

“will ‘ya be a good girl and do this for daddy when he needs it?” he runs his head across the flat of your tongue, then pulls back to rub against your lips. you nod almost immediately. “yes, yes i will.”

“say, ‘yes daddy i will’.” he softly commands.

you swallow briefly. “yes daddy, i will..”

“atta girl. open up wide, baby.” his length invaded your mouth, lips stretching as you try not to gag. soon enough, your spit was dribbling down your chin as joel gently fucked your mouth, his hands keeping your head close.

“oh baby. you’re making him realll happy. such a good girl.” each thrust in your mouth brought joel one step closer to his peak. his cock slippery with a mix of your spit and his precum, made every single one of his nerve endings buzz with complete pleasure.

“fuck fuck fuck. oh here i co—it comes. don’t be scared princess.” he warned you before his trouser snake sprayed its seed all over your pretty blindfolded face. spurts came out and landed on your forehead, cheek, nose, and even in your hair. you weren’t scared only confused.

“it’s warm daddy.” your fingers were splayed out, not used to the foreign substance. joel was still standing above you, trying to catch his breath from a mind blowing orgasm. “it’s okay, princess. that means he likes you.”

Rich boy Steve Harrington x The innocent and untouchable girl (ongoing series)

Minors do NOT interact ✩ nsfw content ✩ smut

Summary: Steve Harrington has never been told no for very long.

Being rich makes things easy. Being a Harrington makes them even easier. The parties, the girls, the attention, everything always seemed to find its way into his hands eventually. And if it didn't, Steve was used to making it happen.

Then there is you.

The girl with the purity ring around your finger and a promise made years ago that you've never broken. The girl who leaves parties before midnight, who blushes when people make certain jokes, who somehow manages to stay untouched in a town where everyone seems desperate to grow up too fast.

You should be boring.

Instead, Steve can't stop thinking about you.

He knew you from highschool, ofcourse he does. And it makes his cravings for you look more like a obsession. A obsession to corrupt the innocent girl with the purity ring. Because every boundary you set only makes him want to step closer. Every polite rejection lingers in his mind longer than any girl who ever said yes. For the first time in his life, there's something he can't have and Steve Harrington has never handled that very well.

The closer he gets, the messier everything becomes.

Late night drives through Hawkins. Lingering stares across crowded rooms. Fingers brushing for a second too long. A friendship that starts feeling dangerous long before either of you are willing to admit why.

Everyone knows Steve Harrington is trouble.

The problem is that you're starting to know him too.

And somewhere between innocence and temptation, promises and desire, you're both about to discover that some lines are much harder to keep than they look.

Warnings/tags: No use of y/n, angst, fluff, heavy smut, MDNI, smut with plot, no talk about super natural things, no talk about the upside down, Steve is a rich boy, neglectful parents, vulgar language, sexualization, both POV's, corruption kink, obsessive behavior, just graduated, toxic parents, first person

W/C: TBC

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