— tyler

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but that seemed to change when you moved in next door. steve wouldn’t exactly consider himself a perv— he’s no jonathan byers circa 1983.. but you could change that about him. your bedroom was across from his.

the frilly lace blinds did little to conceal you from his ever peering eyes. he wanted to be a gentleman— he was a father fucks sakes.. if he caught your figure only cladded in a towel or just a shirt and panties; it was simply out of his control.

he started hanging out in the garage or the front yard. taking extra care of the once dead weeds. sweating and removing his shirt when he knew you were outside. he could practically feel your eyes on him— he loved it. it was a little game of push and pull— will you won’t you.

the dynamic only changed more when he came over one night. knocking on your door with a hurried and embarrassed expression.

“listen, i know this is really short notice— and you probably have better things to do. but i have a family emergency. these kids— dustin, you’ve seen dustin. curly hair, about this tall, and a little shit? anyway.. i really need to go but i couldn’t get a babysitter—.”

you stared at him with wide eyes as words started to spew from his lips before you barely got the door open. “steve, slow down.” you chuckled, wiping just a bit of spit from your cheek.

he grimaced, swallowing thickly.

“i can watch juno.” you confirmed, shrugging your shoulders.

steve smiled, letting out a breath of relief. “however,” you cut in quickly, “you owe me.”

★ | perv!steve is my favorite steve he’s just so weird & icky & awkward he just doesn’t know what to do w himself i lov him so much he’s so weirdddddd also i fear when i get really excited about something i forget how to write things that make sense i dunno.. maybe i made him too weird.. or not weird enough >_<

꩜ | perv!steve who for sure has some type of foot fetish. there was another fic i saw where they talked about this (i think it was petalborn) but once i saw that.. my life was changed for the worse!! he loves to pamper you— especially your legs & feet, he’s just weird!! he loves to paint your toes, pressing a kiss to each toes knuckle. he always paints them his favorite color. loves having you wear frilly socks. stevie loves when the lace snags against his tip as he fucks your feet. a total fucking depraved mess.

perv!steve who would definitely have a thing for somno. he gets off on the thought of you just using him. being so needy for him that you can’t even wait for him to wake up and properly fuck you. he wants to wake up in the middle of the night and just feel you riding him or something.

perv!steve who loves seeing your tummy bulge!!! i’ve said it multiple times & i will die on this fucking hill i do not care. steve knows his dick is big. he remembers how other girls couldn’t handle his full length, they couldn’t compare to you. it wasnt even fair to try and compare. cause you.. fuck, you took him all the way. you had practically sucked him in and steve swore he had died and this was heaven. feeling you all around him, tight and sweet just for him. and it only got better as he fully bottomed out. seeing your tummy bulge from his tip. he was so deep. maybe almost too deep. but you were letting him and he was on the verge of tears of how good you felt. after that moment, steve made it his mission to see your tummy stuffed full of him every single time.

perv!steve who felt the need to apologize to jonathan again years after he broke his camera for taking pics of nancy cause.. steve got it. was it wrong, yes. but he understood. when he saw you, just unaware, in your own element. steve decided right then and there he needed jonathan to teach him how to use a camera cause he was sure he found his own muse.

perv!steve who acts so fucking weird around you once he realizes how he feels about you. how obsessed he is with you. he gets all flushed, & stutters over his words. the poor boy gets boners out of nowhere & is nearly making his lip bleed from how hard he is biting down on it.

perv!steve who goes down on you for hours. he lives for the time he spends between your legs. making you moan his name— making pride hit his chest like a fucking bullet. knowing he, him, steve harrington was making this girl, his girl feel this good. eating you out is enough for him to cum in his pants. making you squirt, drinking up every drop of your essence, not letting any of it go to waste.

perv!steve who would be down for anal.. maybe pegging. still iffy on that one but he would literally do anything you asked.

perv!steve who’s biggest turn on his breeding you. that’s all.

perv!steve who gets turned on by you potentially catching him jerking off to your picture. calling him out for how gross he is. how much of a pervert he is. calling him names, pulling his hair— just letting him have it & letting him finally, finally touch you like you’re his.

perv!steve who nearly cums in his jeans from you calling him yours. all he wants is to belong to you. be your toy. be your boy.

perv!steve who steals your underwear. sniffs them and uses them to jerk off. yk.. casual perverted stuff

★ | OH MY GOD PLEASE YES!!!!! big dick steve how i love u sooooooooo >_<

꩜ | steve’s back is pressed against the headboard, his family video vest still on. he was so desperate for you he could barely take the time to even change out of his clothes— he couldn’t even get his pants off all the way. the denim just sat bunched up around his thick thighs.

he’s nervous. and it shows as he looks up at you with his brown eyes all blown out. if you looked close, you could practically see the lust swirling around in his irises. it wasn’t the first time you two have had sex. not by a long shot. and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. but steve has never let you take his full length. too scared that he might hurt you— though he’s almost positive, at least now, at this very moment— you would probably like that.

“b-baby, just.. just— c’mon.” he strained out. the desperation was dripping from his words. “it’s too big. y-you’re not.. i can’t. fuck, honey.”

you were on top of him. eyes looking down at him with shared desperation. a shared understanding that you both needed this. needed to feel him as deep as possible. every inch, every vein— just needed to feel him as close as possible.

one of your hands were gripping his shoulder, the other holding the base of his cock. his squeezing your hips so hard the indents of his nails will be there for days. he was controlling the pace of your hips. making sure you didn’t go all the way down. but just enough where it felt like he was teasing the both of you.

“need it, stevie. need you so bad. please, please just give it to me. i-i can take it, baby.” you shuddered. a ramble of pleas leaving past your lips at rate you didn’t even know was possible.

“god. you can’t fucking talk like that while taking my dick.” steve muttered. his neck was flushed, the vein on the side looking so delicious. each mole, each freckle was a call for you to kiss. “you need it that bad, honey? tell me again. i need’a hear you.”

you could barely contain yourself. the way he was looking up at you. glossy eyes, pink lips parted and slick with spit from the kisses as you both walked through the door. with every stroke you willed yourself to take him deeper. deeper than the last.

“need it. please gimme it, stevie. i can take it. wanna feel you in here.” you whispered, eyebrows scrunched with an unbridled amount of need.

what made steve lose it. what made steve finally give you what you had been begging for was when you lifted one of his hands as you spoke, and placed it on your stomach.

steve was sure he could cum right then and there.

it was unbelievable. the sight of you made his chest ache, and his thighs shake. “you need me that deep? all in your tummy?” he asked, before flipping you over so he was on top.