Isn't that sweet...

hi nonnie

nope, I do not, cannot write smut to save my life honestly lol

but there are so many excellent writers on this app (smut and otherwise), so I'll just list a few off the top of my head:

@moonstoneandmoonlight @keer-y @graywrenhart @joekeerysbellybutton @sweetlikenonsense @tinfoileddd @levanswrites @xpeachsunsidex @frootybb

there's several other amazing writers on this app as well that I may have forgotten to mention here, so please do check them out too !!

Summary: Your boyfriend wants a taste of you at a party.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, jumps right into it, Oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, clit-spanking, spitting, finger sucking. Slight dubcon if you squint (Steve and reader are kind of buzzed). Dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed. Dom!Steve Harrington, kinda soft!dom Steve too, fluff, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f).

Word count: 3k

a/n: surprise! here’s a little Steve smut. Mostly proofread. Happy reading, hope you like it! <3 divider credits: @sweetlikenonsense

“Oh, fuck—nnngh—St… Steve, please.” You babbled, drool trickling down your cheek. Steve’s tongue lavished at your cunt in slow circles, his saliva mixing with and clinging to the slick webs of your arousal.

The chatter of your friends and peers continued downstairs. Their voices muffled slightly by the sound of a song you didn’t recognize playing over Steve’s stereo. The thump, thump, thump of the bass reverberated through you, matching the pounding of your heart against your ribcage. It was a catchy song, and your buzzed brain decided you needed to know what it was.

“Steve?”

“Mmm?” He hummed against your clit. Your breath caught at the vibration. Oh. That was new. You really needed him to do that again, but it would have to wait.

“What—ah—what song is that?”

Steve stopped what he was doing, and a whine of protest tore from your throat. Fuck. You hadn’t meant for him to stop. But if you didn’t find out what song that was, it was going to bug you the rest of the night. His dark brows knit together with a look of slight incredulity as he pulled back just slightly from your pussy, enough to get a good look at your face.

A glossy sheen of your slick covered his nose down to his chin. Truly a testament to how little Steve cared about mess when he was making you feel good.

Could he tell that it got you so worked up to see him that way? Or was he really just so skilled that he was sloppy? You couldn’t tell. Butterflies flitted around in your stomach as you shyly pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. Steve seemed pretty good at reading you, so maybe he’d figure out your thoughts.

Your gaze flicked over his face. A mistake, really, because your train of thought disappeared entirely. Song? What fucking song? You didn’t care now.

He looked so hot like this; moles dotting his tan skin. His dark hair tousled from your twisting fingers, cheeks flushed red from being squeezed by your thighs. His brown eyes were heavy-lidded, almost sleazy with how they drank you in, as if you were water to a man dying of thirst. Heat settled low in your belly when your eyes met his. God, it was unfair how he could unravel you with just a glance. You would hate him for it if you didn’t love him so much.

Soft, huffing pants were leaving his plush lips. They were red and kiss-swollen from being attached to your pussy. It almost looked like he was wearing lip gloss. Oh. You disguised a giggle as a sigh at the thought. It was a nice shade, though. Something you’d never be able to find in a store. It reminded you of using cherry popsicles as lipstick with your friends as a kid. You wanted to tell him about it, but held back. That was definitely the alcohol talking. And there was no way he’d let you cum if you did.

Steve had edged you for hours once just for telling him he was going too slow. A shudder vibrated down your spine. Yeah, no. You couldn’t handle that again right now.

“Sweetheart—“ you shuddered as Steve’s hot breath fanned over your sensitive clit. His brow shot up. The look on his face was almost bitchy. But who could blame him? You knew Steve didn’t like having to come up for air.

“—You’re seriously asking about a song, right now?” He finished, dipping down to nuzzle his nose to the side of your clit. “Am I boring you?”

Boring you? Was he serious? You wanted to shake him for even suggesting it.

“No!” You protested quickly.

Too quickly, maybe, because Steve’s eyes narrowed.

Uh oh.

“Not boring. S’good. Sooo good,” you tried to recover, words slurring with both pleasure and the shots you’d had earlier catching up to you.

Steve started to pull back, and you squeaked, fingers grasping for his hair. He clearly wasn’t buying it. Panic flared behind your ribs; the last thing you needed was your boyfriend thinking he was bad in bed.

“We don’t have to do this, baby,” Steve murmured, letting you pull him back down. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, testing the waters. “You know if you’re not into this right now, then neither am I. We can just go back downstairs to the party.”

Your heart melted at that. His eyes were intense when they met yours, and searching. You knew he was trying to discern if the alcohol you’d had earlier had caught up to you too much to continue. But you hadn’t had that many shots. Just a few with Robin and Eddie before you and Steve snuck up to his bedroom.

“I’m okay, Steve.” You murmured, cheeks flushing red at his concern. “I just liked the song. Please don’t stop….” And for good measure, you added, “pretty please?”

A wet smirk curled onto Steve’s lips. Got him. You knew he liked it when you were desperate. 

Clearly just as eager to continue, he nuzzled a kiss onto your mound, lips trailing down seconds after to meet your folds again. His tongue was warm and thick as it licked a stripe through your cunt, hovering at your clit to slowly swirl around the bud.

A low moan slipped from your throat as Steve took your clit into his mouth again. Wet, slurping sounds filled the air around you as he sucked in a pulsing rhythm.

The noises made you wrinkle your nose a little, but how could you be embarrassed when Steve was so passionate? It would have been ridiculous. And when he added his tongue back to the mix, your back arched off his sheets. Pleasure replaced your flustered feelings, heavy and coiling in your abdomen. Spreading through you like blood in your veins.

Your fingers tangled in a tight hold against his hair, tugging as you ground your hips down against his pink mouth. His stupid, expert mouth.

God, you thought you might die.

Steve buried his face deeper into your pussy. One of his hands slid down your hip to join his mouth. Two of his long, thick fingers notched at your weeping slit, and he circled it for a moment. You bucked against them, needy and spiraling.

You hated it when he teased you. Especially at a time like this, when you were supposed to be quick. What was his problem? You almost asked him. But the threat of being edged was already on the horizon. No thanks, you were not gonna push it.

“Steve, please,” you whined, rolling your hips for some sort of friction. The calloused pads of his fingers caught on your tight ring of muscles. They snagged, pushing in just a little at the tips and—almost in. Just a little push. And… Fuck. He pulled them back at the last second.

“What‘s that, honey?” Steve asked, lips curling at the corners as he looked you over. “Did you need something?”

Smug bastard.

“Your fingers, Steve. Please.”

“What about them?” He gave you a bemused look, like he had no clue what you were talking about. A ‘what can you do?’ sort of thing that made you glare at him.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you pouted down at him in hopes he would get the idea.

“Oh, you mean you want my fingers inside you?” He snorted, pulling back from between your thighs just a bit. Steve was a terrible actor; you could see right through the bravado. But that didn’t mean it didn’t affect you all the same.

“Yeah, you know… I only give my fingers to good girls who ask nicely.” Steve sucked his teeth. His hand came down on your clit suddenly with a quick smack. A gasp tore from your lips as you arched against the mattress. But Steve just kept talking. “So, if you want me to fuck your pretty, greedy pussy on my fingers, you better stop acting like a bored slut and start asking politely.”

You swallowed thickly. But still, your pulse thumped harder at his words. He was serious; you could tell that much. Asking about the song must have gotten under his skin more than you thought. You knew Steve got off on your enjoyment, but you hadn’t realized just how much it mattered till now.

“Please, can I have your fingers, Steve?” Your cheeks pinked at your own words. You weren’t above groveling for your orgasm, but it wasn’t something you ever made a habit out of until Steve.

“You can do better than that, baby.”

Ugh. He really was going to make you beg, wasn’t he?

“Please, Steve. Need your fingers so bad,” you whimpered, rocking your hips toward his hand. “Please-please-pleaseeee fuck me with your fingers. I’ll be good, I promise.”

You must have said something right, because a moment later, Steve brought his fingers to your lips. “Open up, sweetheart. Get ‘em nice and wet f’me.”

A dizzying sensation washed over you as you parted your lips and sucked his middle and ring fingers into your mouth down to the knuckle. Your tongue swirled over the long, thick digits, lavishing them with whatever saliva you could manage to produce.

He tasted like your cunt, which was bittersweet. But you loved it. You wished you could kiss him and taste yourself on his lips, but you didn’t want to risk pulling him away from you.

“Good girl, getting my fingers nice and slick.” Steve praised you. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He leaned over you and spit onto your pussy, a long string of saliva that dropped down. You shuddered at the feeling of it pooling on your swollen folds. Fuck, that was so hot.

His mouth reattached to your clit as a reward, sucking in long pulls as he slowly shook his head from side to side.

You gagged a little as his fingers pressed down on the back of your tongue, sputtering and drooling spit down the length of them. When he was satisfied with the amount coating his skin, he pulled them out of your mouth. A rush of anticipation flooded your chest, and you watched with bated breath as he guided his hand lower and lower.

“Please. Oh, please. Pleasepleaseplease,” the pleading words were whimpered under your breath. The air caught in your throat as you felt his fingers rubbing slow circles over your hole. It clenched and fluttered with a needy mind of its own, your pussy desperate to be filled.

“Steve—mmnnh oh fuck,” you were cut off by him easing a long, thick finger into your pussy. Stars flashed behind your eyes as they squeezed shut, your mouth hanging open on a silent moan. Steve’s wrist moved loosely, almost nonchalant as he dragged his finger in and out of your tight cunt.

A low whine left your lips, pleasure pooling in your belly. As good as it was, you needed more. Fuck, maybe Steve was right about your cunt being greedy.

“M-More. Please, Steve. More.”

Steve hummed against your clit in acknowledgment. A high-pitched cry left your lips as the vibration reverberated through your pussy. His thick, fluffy hair tangled in between your fingers as they shot down for something to hold onto.

Without disconnecting his swirling tongue from your puffy, sensitive folds, Steve’s arm hooked beneath your hips to prop them up, and he dragged you down the sheets closer to him. Your thighs hooked over his shoulders again, squishing his cheeks as he devoured your cunt with renewed focus.

A surprised squeak left your lips, but you didn’t protest. If he wanted to manhandle you, then he could go for it at this point. Usually, you’d sass back to him about it, but right now, all you could think about was your building orgasm.

Steve’s fingers pumped in and out of your tight hole in a quick, deep rhythm. You could almost picture his ears perking up like an interested dog with its favorite words each time another string of moaned “mmh, mmh, mmh’s” left your lips.

“Ohmygod, don’t stop.” You gasped, and he crooked the pads of his fingers against your sweet spot in response. Oh god. You needed to come. You needed it so bad, your head was spinning.

“That feel good, honey?” Steve murmured against your rosy folds. “You like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”

“Yes—ah!” You hardly got the words out. Steve’s mouth was sucking on your puffy clit again within seconds. The pleasure began to build within you, hot and heavy. Your cheeks burned red, your skin flushed and sweaty. His plump lips wrapped around the swollen bud, his tongue swirling and lapping over the flesh. He timed the thrusts of his fingers with each suck.

The coil in your belly began to unravel, like a stubborn knot finally untying. Desperate, hitching gasps left your lips as it built. Beneath the burning heat of your skin, a faraway pleading chant formed in your brain.

“Gonna come,” You dragged in a shuddering breath and forced it into words. “Gonna come. Please, Steve—don’t stop. Please let me come. Fuck, please. M’so close.”

Steve growled into your folds. He tilted his buried face back just enough to flick his eyes up to yours. You knew what that look meant. He was giving you permission. Your shaking thighs spasmed over his shoulders, squeezing his head tightly. You hoped you weren’t hurting him, but you couldn’t ease up. If it did ache, Steve didn’t seem to care.

All it took was a few deep thrusts of his fingers into your sweet spot, in time with the harsher sucks of his lips around your clit, and you were orgasming.

“Ah! Steve, fuck! Oh god!” You cried out, rolling your hips to grind down on his flicking tongue.

Your abdomen tightened, belly hot as pleasure flooded through you from your head down to your curling toes. You were dreaming, you were sure of it. Nothing could feel as good as this and be real.

A small gush of slick squirted from your cunt, soaking down to Steve’s wrist and coating his face in a new wave of wetness. The hungry look in his eyes made you whimper as he doubled down in his efforts. Your cheeks turned pink. You had just squirted all over your boyfriend. But fuck, it felt so good.

“Gimme another, baby.” Steve softly demanded, lifting his mouth from your clit. “I know you can.”

Your eyes rolled back for a second as he added a third finger inside of you, pounding them inside of you now with wet, slick squelches. You were stuffed full of him; it was a visceral stretch.

But you couldn’t do it. More than that, you couldn’t handle another. You were already so sensitive, your orgasm fading into a hazy, sleepy feeling. You felt boneless on the mattress. Your limbs were trembling and heavy, the only things keeping you from floating away entirely. 

“Can’t, Steve.” You whimpered weakly, but the feeling was already building again. Heat grew in your belly, pressure building in waves. “S’too much. Can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can,” Steve answered immediately, almost incredulously. “You can take it. Don’t tell me you can’t take it… Come on, sweetheart. Be a good girl for me, soak my fingers again.”

His tone turned sickeningly sweet, coaxing it out of you in a low, heavy drawl that made your pussy squeeze tight around his fingers. You felt like you were going to pass out. Yeah, you were totally going to pass out. A dizzy rush filled your head, but your body apparently had other ideas.

“I can feel you squeezing my fingers, baby," Steve murmured hotly, words muffled as he spoke between kissing and sucking at your clit. “I know you need to let go again. Your pussy tastes so fuckin’ good, ya know. I just wanna taste it some more… Give it to me, honey. Cum f’me.”

Your orgasm took you by surprise this time. A sharp gasp left your lips as the hot, heavy pleasure jolted through you. It was more focused this time, centralizing in your stomach and your fluttering pussy rather than your whole body. Slick spurted from your cunt, drenching the sheets beneath you and Steve, once again.

“Mmmnh, Steve.” You moaned, back arching against his arm.

He gave a muffled hum into your pussy, sucking slowly at your clit as his tongue swirled in short, tight circles over it. His fingers slowed too as your second orgasm began to fade out into sensitivity and a heavy, heady feeling. It was better than heaven. Floatier than when you shared your first joint with Steve and Eddie a few days ago. 

But it was quickly turning into too much. Your hand weakly pushed at his head with a whine. But Steve didn’t stop. His mouth and fingers slowly fucked you through aftershocks, prolonging the warm, pleasurable sensation until it slipped into overstimulation.

Steve didn’t come up for air until tears pooled at the corners of your lashes, and a whimpering sound of desperation left your lips. You already missed the feeling of his fingers stretching you the moment he dragged them out. When he came up, he crawled up your body and mushed his lips against yours. Your pussy gave a weak flutter at the taste of your own arousal on Steve’s tongue as he eased it into your mouth. Your taste buds flared, and you were surprised to find that you liked the taste of your own come.

“You did good, sweetheart.” Steve muttered against your lips. “S’proud of my good girl.”

You whimpered at that, a lightning bolt of leftover pleasure shuddering through you. But you felt guilty. Steve’s cock was thick and throbbingly hard against your thigh. Did he want you to take care of him? You wanted to. Hoped for it, really. But you were tired too. Already almost falling asleep.

The kiss didn’t last long after he noticed. Steve broke it off to kiss your forehead before he rolled over onto his side next to you. He was warm. So warm, you needed to bury yourself against him. You cuddled close to him as he pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest.

“Do you want me to…?” You trailed off.

“Nah,” Steve rasped, though he sighed as he palmed at the bulge in his boxers for a moment. His face twisted in pleasure, brows knit together. He looked pretty like that, with his brows knit together and plump lips parted. You went to reach down and touch him, but Steve gently grabbed your hand, instead.

His damp fingers interlocked with your smaller ones, and he brought your knuckles to his lips. Butterflies filled your stomach, swarming you. Fuck, he was so sweet. So considerate of your tired state despite his own need.

“Later, baby. Alright? You gotta rest.” Steve pulled the blankets over you. You nodded sleepily despite the party still ongoing on the floor beneath you.

It was quiet for a few long moments before Steve spoke again, just the sounds of your breathing and the gentle swishes of Steve’s fingers running through your hair.

“Higher Love.”

“What?” You blinked sleepily, looking up at him in confusion.

“The song. You wanted to know what it was,” Steve snorted, glancing down at you with a soft smile of adoration despite his amusement. “It was ‘Higher Love’ by Steve Winwood.”

Oh. You vaguely recalled the melody you had heard earlier. But none of that even mattered now. Though you were glad he’d remembered, at least.

“Of course it was by a guy named Steve,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “I can’t escape it.”

“You love me.”