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Our House, Our Rules

bf!Steve Harrington x gf!Reader

summary: Steve’s parents are gone as usual, so Steve treats the house like it’s yours as much as his and drags you into his bed to remind you exactly who you belong to. Big dick, cock-slapping, creampie-obsessed boyfriend energy as he fucks you deep into the mattress and gets way too excited about the mess he leaves between your thighs.

cw: smut, established relationship, unprotected piv, creampie, praise kink, size kink?, cock slapping, slight overstimulation

word count: 2.8k

mdni 18+

Steve’s bedroom always felt more like your room than his.

Your clothes in a pile on his chair, your perfume soaked into his pillows, your lip balm on his nightstand next to his watch. His parents hadn’t been home in what felt like months, and somewhere along the way, “Steve’s house” had quietly turned into “your house.”

Which is why you were comfortably sprawled across his bed in one of his shirts and nothing else, flipping through a magazine like you weren’t waiting for him to get out of the shower and ruin you.

You heard the bathroom door squeak open, the soft pad of his feet on the carpet. A second later his weight dipped the mattress and wet hair brushed your arm.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice warm and lazy.

You didn’t bother looking up. “Hey.”

He plucked the magazine right out of your hands and tossed it onto the floor.

“Rude” you protested, finally turning your head to glare at him.

Steve just grinned, that cocky, sunshine smile that made you forget your own name. His hair was damp and messy, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, shirtless and still flushed from the hot water. Drops of water trailed down his chest and you got stuck watching one slide past his navel and disappear under the waistband.

“Thought you said you missed me” he teased, leaning on one arm, crowding into your space. “I’ve been in the shower for, like, three years and I get… a hey?”

Your lips twitched. “I do miss you. I also missed my article on how to get the perfect blowout.”

He huffed a laugh and ducked down, nosing at your cheek. “Yeah? ‘Cause I’m feeling pretty blown out that my girlfriend would rather read about hair than kiss me.”

“Terrible” you deadpanned. “That was terrible, Steven.”

His fingers slid under the hem of his own shirt that you were wearing, thumb brushing the bare skin of your hip. “What, you gonna punish me for it? ‘Cause I’ll take my chances.”

You tried to keep your voice steady. “Who says I was thinking about you at all?”

He paused, then slowly pulled the shirt up just enough to expose your bare thigh, eyes dragging down. His gaze darkened when he realized you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“Yeah?” he murmured. “You gonna look me in the eye and tell me you’re not thinking about me right now, honey?”

Your face went hot, but you held out as long as you could. “Maybe I was thinking about dinner.”

Steve hummed, unconvinced, and pushed the shirt up higher, exposing the curve of your waist, the soft swell of your stomach. His palm flattened over your skin like he was staking a claim.

“Uh-huh. You lying to me in my house?” His thumb stroked small circles low on your belly. “That’s crazy, ‘cause I walked in here and all I can think is… my girl’s in my bed, in my shirt, no panties, and she wants me to believe she’s thinking about takeout.”

You swallowed. “I– I could be.”

His hand drifted lower, knuckles grazing the inside of your thigh. “Yeah? So if I check, you’re not gonna be all warm and wet for me, is that what you’re saying?”

You glared at him, even as your hips gave a tiny, traitorous tilt toward his touch. “You’re annoying.”

“You’re avoiding the question” he shot back, smug, sliding his hand between your legs.

The moment his fingers brushed your slit, both of you froze.

“Jesus” he breathed, eyes flicking back up to yours. “Baby.”

You were soaked, slick gathered there like you’d been working yourself up just thinking about him. Which… okay, you kind of had.

Steve’s pupils blew wide, and suddenly the teasing was gone. He looked hungry.

“Yeah” he said quietly. “Yeah, you definitely missed me.”

You sucked in a breath as he lazily dragged his fingers through your wetness, up and down, not quite giving you what you wanted.

“Steve” you whispered, hand grabbing at his wrist.

“What?” he murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth, then your jaw. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“You’re—” You bit your lip as he circled your clit just barely, not enough pressure to make it count. “You’re doing that thing.”

“What thing?” He played dumb, lips ghosting over your throat as his fingers kept up those slow, infuriating strokes. “The thing where I touch my girl ‘cause she’s dripping all over my sheets? That thing?”

You whined, squirming. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Yeah, I do.” He chuckled against your skin. “You should see yourself right now.”

He pulled back just enough to look, spreading you open with two fingers, the cool air hitting your slick heat. Your cheeks burned as his gaze dropped to between your thighs, dark and reverent.

“God, baby” he groaned, almost to himself. “Look at this pussy.” His tongue peeked out to wet his lips. “You’re so wet and I haven’t even done anything yet. You really were just laying here thinking about me, huh?”

You wanted to deny it, to save a shred of dignity, but the way he was staring at you made your brain short-circuit.

“Maybe” you muttered.

He grinned, triumphant. “You are gonna be the death of me.”

Before you could respond, he shifted, kneeling between your legs and tugging the shirt higher until it was bunched around your ribs. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your breasts through the thin cotton, thumbs brushing your nipples until they pebbled.

“Take it off” he said, voice a little rough. “Wanna see all of you.”

You sat up just enough for him to peel the shirt over your head. Steve dropped it somewhere on the floor without looking, eyes glued to you spread out for him, bare and breathing hard.

He let out a reverent little laugh. “My perfect fucking girl.”

Heat flared low in your stomach at the way he said my—like there was no universe where you belonged to anyone else.

“Steve” you whispered, reaching for him.

He caught your wrist and brought your hand to his mouth, kissing your palm, your knuckles. “I’ve got you, okay? Just lay back for me.”

You did, sinking into the mattress. Steve shoved his sweatpants down, revealing just how hard he already was, cock flushed and heavy against his stomach. Even now, every time you saw him like that, your body gave that same little nervous flutter.

He caught your stare and smirked. “You staring, honey?”

You wet your lips. “Maybe.”

“Can’t blame you” he said lightly, then dropped his voice. “This is all yours, you know that?”

You nodded, dazed, as he wrapped a hand around himself and gave a slow stroke, base to tip. A bead of precum gathered there and he thumbed it away, hissing softly.

Then he leaned forward and used his free hand to hook under your knee, pushing your legs open wider.

“C’mere,” he murmured, sliding closer until the head of his cock nudged your folds. He didn’t push in, just dragged himself through your slick, coating himself. “Fuck, baby. You hear that?”

The obscene wet sound filled the room, and you moaned, fingers clenching in the sheets.

“Steve—”

“You’re so messy for me” he rasped, eyes fixed where his cock moved against you. “You got yourself all worked up just waiting, huh?”

He pulled back and then slapped his cock lightly against your clit.

You jolted. “Oh my god—”

Steve’s grin turned wicked, doing it again just to see you jump. The thick, weighty smack and the sting of sensation had you gasping, heat shooting straight through you.

“You like that?” he asked, testing, giving you another sharp little slap against your swollen folds, the head of his cock bouncing off your clit.

You whined, hips twitching. “S-steve—”

“That’s not a no” he teased, eyes bright. “Look at you. Getting all flustered over a little cock slapping.”

“It’s not—” you tried, but it dissolved into a moan when he did it again, a little harder this time.

“Not what?” he coaxed, voice smug. “Not making you clench around nothing? ‘Cause I can see you, baby.”

Your thighs trembled. The mix of sting and pressure had your body arching off the bed, nerves buzzing.

“Okay, okay,” you breathed, half-laugh, half-plea. “I like it. Happy?”

“So fucking happy” he said, and then, almost sweetly: “My pretty girl, taking it so good for me.”

He eased up then, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. The teasing dropped out of his expression, leaving just raw heat and something softer underneath.

“Gonna put it in now, yeah?” he murmured. “Need you so bad, baby.”

You nodded quickly. “Please.”

His hand came up to cradle your cheek, thumb stroking your skin. “Deep breath for me.”

You exhaled and he pushed in slowly, the stretch burning in that familiar, addictive way. He was big—he always felt big—but he went so carefully, watching your face, stopping when you gasped so you could adjust.

“Fuck” he groaned, jaw clenching. “Always so tight for me. You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”

Your hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into warm skin as he sank deeper, inch by inch. The fullness built and built until he was bottomed out, pelvis pressed to yours.

You let out a shaky breath. “You’re… you’re so deep.”

“Yeah?” Steve’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, like he was hanging onto his control by a thread. When he opened them again, it was all for you. “You feel me in there, sweetheart?”

“Can’t– I can’t not feel you,” you whined, walls fluttering around him. “You’re huge.”

His mouth curved, pride and affection tangled together. “Say that again.”

You swallowed. “You’re so big”

He groaned, head dropping to your shoulder. “You’re gonna kill me, I swear to god.”

He stayed still for a beat, letting you get used to him. You used the pause to wrap your legs around his waist, angling your hips instinctively until he brushed that perfect spot inside.

You gasped, nails scratching lightly down his back. “There—right there—”

Steve sucked in a sharp breath. “Yeah? That it?” He pulled back just a little and pushed in again, hitting the same place, watching your face twist in pleasure. “Right here, baby?”

A choked sound tore out of you. “Yes, yes—”

“That’s my girl” he praised, grin going hazy. “Knew you’d take it all for me.”

He started to move, slow at first, deep thrusts that had you feeling every ridge of him. The drag of his cock against your slick walls, the pressure low in your belly—it built fast, too fast, all the tension from waiting on him now snapping into sharp, needy focus.

“Faster” you whined, hips chasing his. “Please, Baby, I need—”

He didn’t make you beg for long. “Okay, okay. I got you.”

He adjusted his weight, bracing on his forearms so his chest pressed to yours, bringing you impossibly close. Then he started fucking you in earnest, pace quickening, hips snapping against yours in deep, firm thrusts.

The headboard thumped lightly against the wall, your moans mixing with his grunts and the filthy wet sound of him sliding in and out of you.

“Listen to you” he panted, eyes locked on yours. “You hear yourself, baby? You’re so loud for me.”

“You’re the one—” You broke off with a gasp as he hit that spot again and again. “You’re the one doing this to me—”

“Damn right I am” he said, and then his hand was sliding between your bodies, fingers finding your clit.

You gasped, back arching, the added pressure sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. It was too much and not enough all at once.

“Steve—oh my god—”

“That’s it” he coaxed, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. “Take it, sweetheart. Take all of it. This pussy’s mine, yeah?”

You clenched around him, the possessive edge in his voice making you dizzy. “Y-yeah—yours—oh fuck—”

“Say it” he pleaded, voice breaking. “Tell me. Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours” you cried, the words tumbling out. “All yours, Baby, I’m yours—”

He groaned like you’d punched the air out of his lungs. “Fuck, I love you.”

The way he said it, wrecked and earnest, tipped you even closer to the edge. The pleasure coiled tight in your stomach, building with every thrust, every drag of his fingers over your clit.

Your thighs started to shake. “I’m gonna—”

His hand cupped the back of your head, holding you to him, nose brushing yours. “Yeah? You gonna come for me? On my cock?”

You nodded frantically, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how intense it felt. “Please—please, Steve—”

“Do it” he rasped, picking up the pace, driving into you just a little harder. “Come on, baby, make a mess on me. Want to feel you squeeze me.”

Your whole body went tight, then snapped. The orgasm tore through you, white-hot and blinding, your walls clamping down around him as you cried out his name. Your legs locked around his waist, back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

Steve choked on a curse, his rhythm stuttering as he felt you come undone. “Oh fuck, there you go—that’s it, that’s it—good girl, holy shit—”

You could feel him fighting to hold on, hips still driving into you even as you spasmed around him. The sensitivity was almost too much, pleasure tipping into oversweet, but you clung to him, desperate to keep him as close as possible.

“Inside” you gasped, words tumbling out before you could second-guess them. “Come inside, Baby, please—wanna feel you—”

His eyes flew open, pupils blown so wide there was barely any brown left. “Jesus Christ” he groaned, jaw going slack. “You’re trying to kill me, I swear—”

You tightened your legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Please, Steve. Need it.”

That did it.

His hips snapped forward in a few rough, frantic thrusts, and then he was coming with a broken, strangled moan, burying himself as deep as he could go. You felt him pulse inside you, warmth flooding your core, the sensation making your entire body shiver.

“Fuck—oh my god, baby—” He collapsed against you, breath hot and ragged against your neck. “So good, you’re so fucking good—”

You held him through it, fingers rubbing soothing circles on his back even as you trembled beneath him. The two of you stayed tangled together, panting in the quiet of his room, the world narrowed to the thud of his heart against your chest.

After a long moment, he shifted just enough to look at you, still buried inside, his cheeks flushed and hair a wild, damp mess.

“Hey” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You okay?”

You nodded, dazed, a lazy smile pulling at your lips. “Yeah. More than okay.”

His mouth curved, relief and pride softening his features. “Good.”

You felt a slow leak of warmth between your legs and your face heated. “Oh my god, I can feel you—”

He groaned, eyes squeezing shut. “Do not say shit like that unless you want round two immediately.”

You laughed, giving his shoulder a playful smack. “You’re impossible.”

He leaned down to peck your lips. “You love me.”

“I do” you admitted, brushing your nose against his. “Even if you are a menace.”

“Rude” he said, but he was smiling. He shifted carefully, easing out of you with a soft wince—for both of you—and watched, openly fascinated, as his come started to slip out.

He made this low, reverent noise. “God, I love seeing that.”

“Steve” you whined, mortified, trying to clamp your thighs together. “Don’t stare.”

“Can’t help it” he said, utterly unbothered. “My girl, my mess. Kinda obsessed, actually.”

“Kinda?” you snorted.

He grinned, unabashed. “Okay, very obsessed.” He flopped down beside you and pulled you into his chest, tucking you under his arm like you belonged there. Which… you did.

For a while, you just lay there in the quiet. His fingers traced idle patterns on your shoulder, his breathing evening out as the high slowly faded.

“You know” he said eventually, voice thoughtful, “my parents have no idea their bedroom is getting shown up by mine.”

You giggled into his skin. “What, you jealous of their thread count?”

“Please,” he scoffed. “They’re never here. This is our house now, remember? This—” He gestured vaguely around the room. “This is the primary suite.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “You’re ridiculous.”

He tipped your chin up so you had to meet his gaze, a soft, dopey smile on his face. “Yeah, but I’m yours.”

You smiled back, heart doing a little flip. “Yeah. You are.”

a/n: happy saturday angels! here’s a long one since it’s been about a week since i last posted. nothing better than some feral bf!steve for your saturday evening!

♥️ lani

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