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like this morning when you were doing the dishes, he was shamelessly gawking at you. even though you were preoccupied, you can still feel his eyes on you. it wasnt long before his arms snake around your waist and he presses himself against your back, his chin settling comfortably on your shoulder.

“stevie,” you giggle, “what are you doing?”

he sighs contently.

“nothing,” he murmurs, “dont you worry your pretty little head about it. just enjoying the view.”

his lips brush against the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your skin, “you know youre beautiful, right baby?”

your grip loosens on the plate that you were cleaning, you nearly drop it in the sink. you purse your lips, trying to bite back a smile.

“youre– youre distracting me.”

steve lets out a dry chuckle at your reaction, his lips press against the skin beneath your ear.

“ill leave you to it, then, pretty girl,” his arms unwind themselves around you and he sighs dramatically as he backs away. right as you feel your body temperature returning back to its normal state, his hand playfully slaps against your ass.

charming.

you turn around, and shoot him a glare, attempting to look at least somewhat serious, but youre unable to hide the grins that creeps on your face. just by seeing the look on his face, you can tell he has no regrets.

by now, steve is painfully aware that hes spent most of the morning turned on, and he has a feeling that its only going to get worse. every time he thinks hes finally distracted himself, the moment he sees you in those tiny little shorts, hes right back where he started. and man oh man was he right. shortly after, he has to physically and mentally refrain himself from pouncing on you in the laundry room.

for your lazy day, especially after just settling into your new apartment, you wanted to prioritize your comfort. so naturally, you planned on wearing your (steves) favorite pj shirt, which you were searching for in the laundry room.

“hey, babe?”

hes quick to follow the sound of your voice, already heading towards the laundry room, “have you seen my grey pj shirt?”

“uh– you mean my shirt? the one you stole–” he immediately shuts up when he sees you bent over, rummaging through the dryer. steve is suddenly very invested in whatever youre looking for.

what was it again?

he already forgot.

hes been nursing a semi all morning and seeing you like this is not helping.

steve leans against the doorframe with one arm braced against it. hes watching you, looking way too comfortable with an amused little smile plastered on his face.

a soft sigh falls from you when you eventually do find the shirt you were looking for. you finally straighten up, grey shirt in hand, “got it!” you chirp, only to find him standing there staring at you.

“what?”

“nothing,” he says quickly, a grin tugging at his lips.

your eyes narrow at him, already suspicious.

“steve.”

before you can say anything else, he struts towards you and his arms slip around your waist, pulling you against him.

“hi,” he murmurs innocently.

you cant help the small laugh that falls from you, “you are being so weird today.”

“i just missed you," he pouts.

“you were literally in the other room,” you retaliate, trying to ignore the way he makes your cheeks burn.

“still missed you," he rubs your cheekbone with his thumb before placing a gentle kiss on your lips

he is nothing but trouble.

steve also cant believe how perfect you mesh together, and how it has become routine for you and him to cuddle after dinner. the two of you had settled onto the couch, curled up together comfortably. youre tucked against his chest, facing him, while he soothingly runs his hand up and down your back, slowly reaching lower with each stroke. eventually, his hand settles on your ass mid conversation.

the moment you feel his hand rub against your ass, you glare at him, to which he instantly fakes a yawn.

“steven.”

“hm?”

“your hand.”

he tries his best to manage the most innocent expression, but the way his lips purse give him away.

“what about it?”

you giggle shyly, unable to say the words and your bury your face in his chest. he laughs with you, and peppers soft kisses into your hair.

“you want me to move it?” he asks

you look up at him, shaking your head. steve lets out a soft huff, almost laughing.

“youre so cute, baby,” his lips press against your forehead.

you both lay on the couch comfortably, limbs entangled while chatting each others ear off. steves hand is still absentmindedly rubbing against your ass.

“ill be right back,” you carefully peel his hand away from you, trying to maneuver yourself to get up

“wait– where’re you going?” he mumbles in protest, quickly pulling you closer to him

“bathroom,” you reply, pushing his hair back

he grumbles, tightening his arms around you, “well, cant it wait?”

“ill be two minutes,” you giggle, trying to pry his arms off of you.

“two minutes too long. just stay,” his arms lock themselves against you, refusing to let you go.

you gave in. how were you supposed to say no to him?

the straw that really broke the camels back for steve is when he sees you getting ready for bed in your now shared bathroom. more specifically, its the way your ass strains against the fabric of your pajama bottoms while youre bent over the sink, while you finish brushing your teeth, thats killing him.

“baby, come on, youre killing me here,” he groans.

you rinse out your mouth with water, and look at steve through the mirror

“what happened?” you ask, confused.

“you happened,” he mutters, walking directly behind you, glaring down at your ass.

he moves your hair and starts to pepper kisses on your neck.

“ive been so hard all day because of you,” he murmurs gruffly, “been driving me fucking crazy.”

“i felt it earlier,” you admit sheepishly

he scoffs, “yeah?”

“mhm,” you hum, pressing yourself against his crotch, which is already straining against his sweatpants. “this morning in the kitchen, laundry room, and on the couch..” you bite your lip, “oh, and right now.”

steves already rutting against you with his head slumped forward on your shoulder. his fingers fold against the waist band of your shorts before swiftly tugging both your shorts and panties down in one motion.

steve drops down to his knees, kneading the flesh of your ass.

“fuck,” he whines at the sight of how pretty your pussy looks from behind, “ive been wanting this all day.”

he gently spreads your cheeks apart, you gasp when you feel a burst of spit land right where you need him most. he wastes no time, his hands grip your ass as his tongue delves in between your folds. his tongue glides effortlessly, the sudden warmth and pressure of his mouth makes you cry out and your knees buckle. your hands grab onto the bathroom counter, bracing yourself against the sink.

“ohfuck, steve.”

his tongue plunges inside of your entrance, causing your eyes to roll back and your hips to jerk towards him. hes loving it. hes fucking moaning while hes devouring you. steves grip on your ass tightens. he hoists you backward against his mouth harder, burying his face into you while his tongue works deeper, deliberately curling the muscle inside of you.

and then he does something that hes never done before.

his tongue slips out of your hole, and then he slowly drags it up, gliding over your taint and right over your tight rim.

your breath hitches at the new sensation and his hands flex against your ass as he holds you open for him. you cry out as he experimentally circles his tongue against your hole, once, and then twice. suddenly, steve stands back up, yanking his own sweats down. his hands gently press against your shoulder blades, guiding you into a deeper bend over the sink.

“move down a bit for me, honey?” he asks in a sickly sweet tone, as if he wasnt just doing the most down right filthiest things to you right before this. “there we go, thats my good girl.”

the new position has your chest right against the counter and your ass elevated and exposed. steve crowds in from behind, giving himself a couple of pumps, before guiding his length to your entrance. eagerly, you start pushing back. you need him just as bad as he needs you.

“hey, hey. easy baby. i dont wanna hurt you,” he coos.

no matter how many times you and steve fucked, it always took some getting used to. hes ridiculously hung.

he slowly pushes himself in, the first stretch never fails to make you both gasp. you shut your eyes and your head falls forward against the cool counter.

“i got you, pretty girl, breathe,” you can feel his hand rubbing your hip. “can you look at me, baby?”

you tilt your head up, locking your eyes with him through the reflection of the mirror.

“there she is,” he purrs as he continues to push his length in you.

the moment he fully bottoms out, your body naturally tightens around his length, accommodating to his size.

fuck.

his jaw locks and his forehead drops to his shoulder.

“you feel– fuck baby, you feel so good,” he whines. “are you okay?”

you nod desperately, “yes, please steve. need you.”

he finally moves back, before thrusting back in slow and deep. the way your velvety walls grip him is heavenly, leaving a ring of cream around his base that makes his heart stutter everytime he sees it when he thrusts out.

“everything about you,” he strains, “fucking perfect.”

you only whimper and look at him through the mirror with your glossy eyes.

fuck. youre so gorgeous.

“come here, pretty,” steve starts to reposition you. his hands wrap around your body and he pulls you up, so that youre flush against his chest while he slowly fucks into you.

“my god, youre so beautiful.”

“fuck, i love you, steve,” you mewl.

steve whines.

“i love you so much,” his chest heaves as he keeps moving, his thrusts deep and deliberate.

you feel as if youre in another realm, completely drunk off of him. your head tilts absentmindedly, hes giving it to you so good.

one hand fists your hair, not in a rough manner, but just so he can make you look toward the mirror.

“look at you, baby.”

“whos that pretty girl?” he asks rhetorically, with a teasing grin.

your jaw hangs slack, unable to respond.

“come on. answer, baby,” he coaxes

“m-me,” you manage to whine out.

“mhm, yeah,” he chuckles, “thats right.”

one arm stays anchored low around your waist to keep you in place, and the other tilts your face toward him. steve kisses you, lazy and messy. youre both panting against each others mouths, consumed by the pleasure. his hand snakes down to rub your clit. you let out a sharp gasp and instinctively clench around him. he knows hes not gonna last. you moan against his lips, and steves hips slowly start to pick up the pace.

“fuck,” he groans

your thighs start to quake, which is a tell tale sign of how close you really are

“thats it, baby,” he rasps in between kisses. “ohmygod, im so close.”

“please,” you whimper

“let go, oh im gonna cum– oh fuck.”

his fingers press down harder on your sensitive nerve and you feel him pulse inside of you. simultaneously, your body arches against him as your walls clamp down on his length and waves of hot pleasure start to ride throughout your body. you whine as he helps you ride it all out, thrusting in and out slowly to draw out the last of his orgasm. he pulls away from your lips, but starts pressing sloppy kisses anywhere he can reach, starting with your cheek, then your neck, and down to your shoulder.

“you okay, baby?” he asks, his voice soft

you nod, melting in his arms.

“good,” he whispers, placing one last kiss to your hair. “lets get you showered, yeah?”

“Baby, are you sure?” Steve asks for the fifth time, his lips still glistening with your juices after he had spent the last ten minutes or so making out with your pussy like he couldn’t get enough (he really couldn’t). He looks carefully at your expression, trying to find even a hint of hesitancy there. “I don’t want you to feel like—”

“—of course I’m sure,” you say, still breathless from the last orgasm he had given you, your body thrumming and your release oozing out of you and onto the sheets beneath you. “I just want to make my boyfriend feel good.”

Something deep within Steve's gut turns hot at your words and his cock (which was already achingly hard and leaking precum onto the mattress just from listening to your sweet moans and whimpers as he had eaten you out) twitches as he looks at your face—so sweet, so eager.

“But I just want to make sure that you—”

Steve is cut off by his own low groan as you gently push against his chest, your fingers curling through the coarse hair there as he allows you to manoeuvre yourself to kneel between his legs.

He could see the way you were looking at this cock and it made him feel dizzy with want. Your lips were parted, marvelling again at just how big he was, how thick, how heavy. The way that his cock curved slightly towards his soft belly, the vein that bulged along the shaft and the ruddy tip was that dribbling with precum.

“Baby, you really don't have—”

Again, he doesn't get to finish his sentence. Because you lean forward to drag your tongue slowly along the swollen head of his cock and Steve Harrington is rendered completely speechless.

“Fuuuuck, honey. That feels—”

“—you're so big, Stevie,” you murmur, your eyes flickering up to his face with a wicked smile on your lips as you gave the crown of his cock a soft kitten lick that makes him twitch beneath you.

Steve tries not to lose it there and then, watching as you taste his precum like it was something sacred.

“Shit, baby,” Steve breathes, not quite sure what to do with his hands as he feels your tongue run along the underside of his cock, tracing the vein that bulged out and causing heat to lick up his spine. Your tongue moves over the warm, velvety skin teasingly, making Steve struggle to form a coherent thought as pleasure surges through his body. “Don't say that shit, or I'm going to—”

But whatever he was going to say—you never find out. Because you lean forward and spit directly onto of his cock.

Steve was pretty sure that he had died and gone to heaven.

“Fuccck, you're so hot, baby. You're so fuckin' hot.”

His words go directly to your core and your pussy clenches around nothing but you pay no mind to it and instead, your hand grips around the base of his cock.

Steve's reaction was instant. He moans out your name, his head titling back to expose his neck as you begin to stroke him, spreading your spit all over his cock.

“Want me to keep going?” You ask him with a knowing smile, the teasing edge to your voice and the schlick, schlick, schlick sounds of you pumping his cock making his hips jerk upwards. “Or do you want me to—”

“Please keep going,” Steve practically whimpers, his hands—which had previously been fisting the sheets beneath him—come up to cradle your face, the love of utter devotion in his eyes almost taking your breath away. “Baby, please.”

You wanted to tease him, wanted him to be putty in your hands for just for a little bit longer. But in reality, you couldn't resist. Not when all you wanted was your boyfriend's cock in your mouth.

Your hand continues pumping him, opening your mouth as you took just the swollen head inside. You swirled your tongue experimentally around the fat head, feeling his hands slide into your hair as he moans out your name. You hum around him before sucking gently, making Steve's head fall back as heat burns within his gut.

“Just like that, baby. Such a good girl f'me.”

You swear that you felt slick dripping down your thigh at his words. Because Steve Harrington knew exactly how to make you feel sexy.

You take in more of him, your spit allowing your mouth to sink further down his cock. Steve couldn't help but watch at the way your mouth was stretches obscenely around him, the way your own spit was dribbling down your chin. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

You manage to get halfway before you feel him at the very back of your throat. You gag slightly, but don't dare pull away.

“B-baby, you don't need to try to—”

But you ignore Steve's words and instead, you relax your throat before taking him even deeper. Steve can't look away from you, not even for a second. You breathe through your nose and Steve feels his balls tighten at the feeling of your throat constricting around his grith and the wet gurgle of his cock down your throat.

Steve loses all composure after that.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, the hands in your hair guiding your head gently. “It's that. Fuuuuck. That's it, baby. You're doing s'good. S'fucking good for me, honey.”

His hips begin to move with shallow, controlled thrusts that push his cock even deeper into your waiting mouth.

“You look so fuckin' pretty," Steve groans out, his voice thick with lust as he watches saliva drip down your chin, watches the way your eyes glaze over with tears. “My girl looks so fuckin' good with my cock in her mouth.”

You moan around him at those words and the vibration goes straight to his gut. His head tilts back, feeling himself growing closer and closer to the edge as his thrusts grow a little more frantic. The sound of you gagging on his cock again makes him twitch in your mouth and you knew he was a mere few seconds away from—

“Look at me, baby,” Steve breathes, one of his large hands that had been threaded through your hair slipping down to your cheek to cradle it gently. “Need your eyes on me when I come.”

You couldn't deny him. Your eyes flicker up to meet his and the moment that your eyes meet, Steve couldn't hold on for even a second longer.

Steve came with a loud groan of your name. You feel him twitch in your mouth and feel his hands tighten in your hair before he spills his seed into your willing mouth. His thrusts becoming sloppy as he coats the inside of your throat white with thick ropes of his cum.

You don't waste a fucking drop, your greedy mouth remaining wrapped around his twitching cock as he murmurs your name over and over and over again.

You only pull your mouth off of him when he gives your hair a gentle tug.

“Are you okay? That wasn't too much for you was—”

You silence him by pressing your finger against his lips with a soft smile.

“You could never be too much for me, Stevie.”

Steve didn't know it was possible to love you more.

“I fuckin' love you, baby.”

“I love you more, Stevie.”

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