inspired by a post i saw forever ago that was something along the lines of "tell me about your book while i kiss your neck" | 1k-ish, reader w breasts, boyfriend!steve, steve is distracting af and such a tease, not quite smut oopsies | 18+ only!!! mdni!!!
“Hi, baby,” Steve says softly as he emerges from the bathroom, hair still wet, wearing nothing but his boxers. His knees land on the mattress, and moments later, he’s crawling up the bed towards you, “Whatchya readin’?”
“Hey, bub,” you reply after a moment, too lost in your book to respond to his question right away, still not giving him your full attention as you turn the page, “It’s, um…” Your attention is stolen by the book again and you trail off, not answering his question.
“Babe?” he asks as he flops onto his stomach, slinging an arm over your middle. Drops of water from his hair spray over you, sprinkling the page of your book lightly, enough to make you let out a noise of protest. He huffs too, fingers pinching at your side lightly, “Pay attention to me!”
You let out a shriek of surprise, batting his hand away as you finally close your book, dropping it onto the bed next to you, “Okay, okay, ‘m sorry!”
“Are you?” he asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow as he props his chin up on your sternum, fingers rubbing softly over the place he pinched you; a silent apology.
“Yes! I promise,” you reply, holding your hand out towards him, pinky outstretched.
Steve’s finger wraps around yours, pulls your hand up to his mouth to kiss it once, as he eyes you seriously, a teasing lilt to his voice, “You know how serious pinky promises are, babe.”
“You have my full attention, Stevie,” you reassure him, untangling your fingers from his to brush them through his damp hair and out of his face.
“Good,” he grumbles with a huff, even though he’s smiling, cheek pressed into the soft fabric of your shirt. Steve’s only there for another moment before he’s pushing up onto his hands so he can hover above you.
His face appears above yours, his smile boyish and charming as always. There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes, but his name isn’t even halfway out of your mouth before he’s dipping down to press his lips to yours, kissing you as if he hasn’t kissed you in ages. You’re a little startled by the suddenness of it, but you absolutely are not going to complain, and you quickly melt into his touch.
Moments later, Steve pulls back suddenly, just enough to look at you, hand cupping your jaw. Your brows crease in confusion at the abrupt change, and even more so when the question he had stopped kissing you to ask is, “What’s your book about, baby?”
You blink, not expecting such an innocent question after the way he’s just kissed you, but he’s genuinely curious, and it makes your heart swell, “Oh. Um, well, it’s about—“
Your boyfriend’s lips are on your neck a moment after he asks, and it’s distracting enough that the words die on your lips as your eyes flutter closed. Ever attentive, Steve’s lips pause at the crook of your neck as he mumbles into your skin, “‘M listening…”
“Right,” you say, shaking your head a little, like that’ll help clear it. Your hands push up Steve’s arms, resting on his biceps as he resumes pressing kisses to your neck, “It’s about, um, this girl who…”
Only moments later, your thoughts trail off again, entirely preoccupied with the way Steve is nipping at your neck, hands wandering your sides slowly, deliberately, his fingertips creeping underneath the hem of your pajama shirt. Goosebumps prickle on your skin in their wake, trailing up up up towards your ribs.
Your book is long forgotten, teetering on the edge of the bed. Faintly, you wonder if you did anything to mark the page before you dropped it, but the thought is gone just as quickly as it’d appeared. Steve finds the spot on your neck that makes you turn into putty in his hands, and he knows it with the way your breath hitches, your fingers curling around his arms more tightly. There will be a mark there tomorrow, you’re sure of it.
You can feel the curve of his lips on your skin, his knowing smirk as he mumbles, “Book must not be that good, huh, baby? Can’t tell me anything about it.”
He doesn’t give you a chance to reply with his teasing kisses and the way his hands drift up to your breasts, taking your shirt with them. And just when you think he’s going to touch you, to give you the attention you’re so desperately craving, his hands continue their ascent, pushing your shirt over your head.
Steve tosses it to the side, discarded just like your book, leaving you in only your underwear. You squirm under his heavy gaze, desperate for him to kiss you, to touch you, to give you anything. You sigh his name, sounding more like an impatient whine, “Steve… please…”
He grins down at you, collecting both of your wrists in one big hand and holding them against the pillows. Leaning down, his lips brush yours, nose nudging into nose as he says with a teasing lilt, “Make ya a deal, honey…”
A questioning hum is all you can manage in reply as you fight against Steve’s grip to kiss him properly again. Your back arches off of the bed, hips searching for friction against his.
“Tell me ‘bout your book,” he pauses, planting another wet kiss to the underside of your jaw, “and I’ll give ya anything ya want."
"Anything?" you ask shakily as his kisses dip lower, brushing over your collarbone, and lower again.
"Anything," Steve confirms with a soft hum, eyes flicking to yours, dark brown glinting at you. He's barely able to contain his smirk as his head drops back down, tongue flicking out over your soft skin.
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steve would definitely feel a little bitter about not having the same alcohol tolerance that he used to
keg king steve has fallen from grace! and it’s supposed to be a fun little joke about how he’s matured and changed for the better, but it stings a little for some reason. suddenly, the word lightweight feels like the worst insult in the world and there’s this icky yucky feeling to prove himself to a party full of random people. now he’s doing a keg stand and when you see him, he’s drunk and being super touchy and clingy and asking “do you still think i’m fun even though i’m not king steve?”
thinking of riding steve... hands around his neck...
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like you and him had slowly but surely began trying new things. it probably started after you gave him some kind words of praises when his face was digging in between your thighs, and it sent him absolutely spiraling. wanting to be good for you. you slowly begin to shift from soft words of praise to heavy words of degradation, calling him a slut and a tease.
until, finally, he asks you for what he wants. you're on top of him, alternating between a tortuously slow pace and a quick, deep one. staving off his release each time you bring him to it. just bringing steve to his absolute breaking point. your hands are atop his chest, groping at the hair there; his hands are bruising the tops of your thighs, but he makes no move to help you with your bounces.
you didn't hear him at first. his words were whiny mumbles. quiet, but efficient mumbles that brought you into focus of him. "hmm, what, honey?" he mumbles some more, before grabbing both of your wrists in his clammy hands, shifting them up to wrap around his throat.
you humor him, give an experimental squeeze to the sides of his neck. steve lets out the filthiest, most guttural moan you had ever heard come from his lips. with that, you squeeze the tiniest bit tighter, bouncing harder on his cock, absolutely railing him into tomorrow.
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Tbh whatever you do DONT think about showing up to work at family video while Steve is there. Only you decide to wear a skirt with no panties on the day that you’re doing inventory…KNOWING Steve is on shift with you. Because you guys have been playing cat and mouse..
You tend to have to go up on the ladder because Steve claim he gets vertigo, but really he just likes to look at your ass.
And MAYBE that day you decide to forego panties…I’ll let you assume what happened next.
This has my brain 😵💫😵💫😵💫
We’d definitely spend the week torturing him with short skirts and dresses, making sure to where lace and silk panties underneath. He’d be able to see the wet patch you always had for him, but the day you decide not to where any at all, and he gets to see just how wet he’s really made you, all of his resolve goes out the window 😩 ya’ll are closing the store early that day.
You convince Steve to do a couples costume one year, getting him to agree to go as Sandy and Danny from Grease. Steve slicks back his hair, wearing head-to-toe black, complete with leather jacket. He thinks you're going to show up as Sandy in your flouncy dresses and pastel coloured cardigans, looking like the perfect picture of innocence...But you surprise him by turning up in skin-tight leather pants, high heels, a leather jacket of your own, your lips painted in an enticing shade of cherry red. His mind is racing. You look so hot like this. He's desperately trying to think of how he can tear you away from this halloween party for just a few moments so he can fully appreciate your costume 😉
STEVE IN THE DANNY COSTUME?? I’m boutta BUSSSTTTT 😩😭 he would look SO GOOD!!
He’s never seen you in anything like this, yeah you wear short skirts and cute little tank tops but they’re always pastel and you always have cute Mary Jane’s and bows in your hair so he has the full Danny experience he’s like holy shit this must be exactly how he felt. If it’s his party? He’s abandoning his job as host and taking you in his bedroom. He doesn’t even take off the pants or heels just pulls them down over your ass and starts pounding into you over his dresser.😵💫
Number 26 “Come here, you can sit on my lap till I’m finished” is SO mob!steve and bratty!reader😫
omfg it really is! Like once Steve’s over his grumpy era and starts finding bratty!reader endearing, and she’s throwing a tantrum over something while he’s “working” (aka doing illegal stuff in his office) so he says “come here, you can sit on my lap till I’m finished”
And idk he’d probably make her suck on his fingers or thumb just to shut her up while he finishes “working” and can tend to her properly🌚
