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Nervous (pt. 1?)

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MNDNI!! 18+

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: no smut but constant references to eventual smut, neck kissing, praise, honestly both reader and Steve are both switches with how I wrote this, dry humping, (slight) dirty talk, partial nudity, INSANELY long for no reason like it's just build up, not proof read

Boyfriend!Steve taking readers virginity! She is very nervous but also not because she's trying to be more confident!

I haven't written in like forever so here you go tumblr if you want the part two let me know because it is currently one in the morning and I will finish it tmr!!

Smut under the cut!

“Are you worried?” he murmurs, hazel eyes flicking up to look at you. 

For a moment you want to say no, you'd like to lie and tell Steve that you're just as confident as he is, but it seems that the moment you open your mouth the words fall short. 

“it's okay, I—I mean we don't have to, y'know, if you don't want to.” His thumb runs over the top button of your blouse, the smooth round stud so close to unlatching. 

“I want to,” your words are barely a whisper. His hands drop from your collar and settle on your side.

He doesn't seem to believe you. Here you both were lying in your bed, parents gone away for the night. It's perfect, he'd been sweet and caring, he brought flowers and chocolate. Still, you're tense, and he can tell. He leans back into the bed beside you, head resting on the stomach of a comically sized bear he had won you. You sigh, leaning towards him, he quirks a brow.

“I want to,” you repeat, this time your tone more confident. Or at least as confident as you can be with him around. “I'd like to, Steve, I do, I just… I'm nervous.” 

His lips quirk up a little, eyes trailing down your face as you look at him. If Steve was honest he really, really wanted you. God knows how many times he'd have to come up with some stupid excuse to go and jack off in the bathroom just because he kissed you. His teeth graze his bottom lip before he speaks again, that familiar playful look on his face.

“Show me.”

Your brows pull together, lips parting at his words. 

“How do I—How should I—” you start. His hand travels from your side, sliding down the slope of it to instead find home on your hip, thumb brushing over the fabric of your jeans.

“Just do whatever you want,” He tells you, eyes focused and staring into yours with so much intensity that it jarrs you.

“what if I do something you don't like?” You inch closer, leg brushing his. 

“I'll tell you.” His eyes flick to your lips. “But trust me, honey. I'd like everything as long as it's you.”

His words are so sickly sweet that you're sure you must have gotten a cavity. Steve was always good with words, smooth and sultry, everything you didn't know how exactly to be. 

Your tongue slides over your bottom lip, wetting it slightly before swallowing. When you move closer to him, you can hear his breath the way it slips out of him so quickly when your hands settle on his chest for support, the red wool of his sweater warm under your palms.

“You're doing just fine, sweetheart,” he murmurs, eyes following your every move as you progress closer.

It's not like you haven't touched him before, that you haven't made out in bathrooms or behind the bleachers at graduation, but this was different. This seemed to have more meaning because of what would come after. His left hand moves to your face, thumb swiping over the apple of your cheek. 

“Just focus on right now.”

It's as if he could read your mind, and you wondered if maybe you could read his too. You lean up, lips placing a soft peck on the corner of his lips, bubble gum lip gloss bound to leave a light shiny stain.

He starts to smile again, Steve liked kissing you. You knew that, it seemed to be one of his favourite things, along with the way you stammered or always seemed to get so jittery when you got too close, like you couldn't even handle the slightest touch. You'd like to prove that last one wrong, show him that you could handle him. 

His lips start to lean up, expecting to kiss you back like he always would, but you shift, left hand coming up and moving his face to the side, giving access to his neck. He does it again, the breath sound, this time it seemed rushed, surprised as it falls from his lips. His hand flexes on your hip, as if he's trying not to squeeze you too tight at the feeling of you mouthing and nipping at his skin. 

“There you go… that's it,” he breathes out, head tipping back. He seemed to be just as sensitive to your touch as you were to his.

“Unbutton my shirt,” you speak against his skin, breath warm and heated against the flesh of his neck. He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing.

His hands slide from their place and find the buttons again. He does it quick too, each button popping out so fast that you realise the last time he had almost taken your shirt off he must have been holding back.

You move closer, legs sliding between his as you plant yourself on one of them. You knew if you sat you'd feel him, you could imagine it. The pressure and the rubbing and everything that goes with that. 

You let go of his face once you feel his hand slide into your shirt, palm warm against your shoulder as you pull your lips (reluctantly) off his neck. 

He looks at you, eyes tracing the crevice of your collar bone all the way down to your chest, he could imagine running his tongue along the gaps, sliding and wetting it all down till he reached your core. Steve legs tense as you sit back, shifting on his lap so his thigh is resting under your sex and your own thigh nudging against the crotch of his jeans. 

“Fuck,” he utters, lips parted as he takes in the sight, the feeling. Your own hands slide off the button up as it pools around you, your pretty little bra on display for him. 

“Is this fine?” You ask, suddenly the previous display of confidence disintegrating as you take off a garment. He laughs, hazel eyes looking into yours.

“You kiddin’?” His hands smooth over your sides again, taking in the feeling of bear skin. “might bust in my jeans with the way you're lookin’”

“Steve!” Your cheeks flare.

“Sorry, honey, just—wow.”

You can't help the way your lips quirk into a smile that matches his, leaning forward. A moan falls from his lips but the sweet sound is quickly consumed when your lips fall on his. He kisses you enthusiastically, pads of his fingers seemingly less afraid to press into your skin. Or maybe he just wants to leave marks, as if they’ll remind both you and him of this night. 

“Take it off,” you breathe, words slipping from your mouth into his as you speak in between kisses. 

“I trust you.” You kiss him again. The feeling of his hands trailing over your skin to your back isn't something that's lost on you, In fact you'd rather it occur more after this. 

“You sure?” He pulls away.

His hands find the clasp, unlatching it and helping to pull the garment off of you. Your hands find his face, settling on the sides of his jaw, thumbs resting on his cheek bone as you kiss him. Steve can't help but peek, one eye opening to just see the site of your bear breasts.

“Oh my god.” 

The words are swallowed by your mouth on his. Hands slide hesitantly, but when you lean in, all notion of hesitance stops. His thumb runs over your nipple, feeling the soft supple skin harden at his touch, he moans into your mouth and the sound spurs you on. Your hips move without thinking, sliding over his thigh, your layers of fabric stopping some sensation but not all. You gasp, he pulls away.

“Was that good?” He asks, pupils blown wide as he looks up at you, hands still grabbing and touching your bear chest. 

“Ah—oh,” his head tips back and this time you watch him. You get to view the gorgeous sight of Steve Harrington tip his head back, and silently swear under his breath. His eyes shut, mouth agape as he reacts to even the barest of touches. His lips are shiny from your lip gloss, pink and swollen slightly when his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

You nod, head falling forward slightly as you repeat the action, denim jeans and cotton panties soaking up any slick your needy hole might be leaking. Your hands shift down and plant on his chest, balling up the wool of his sweater. You needed to hold onto him. You do it again and Steve watches, he wants so desperately to see the way your brows pinch together and your mouth part to inhale sharply. Your thigh kicks up, nudging him, he jolts. 

“I—I want, I want your shirt off.” 

He takes a moment, still recovering from the little sensation that still seemed to set his body aflame, then his hands drop from your chest, curling around the ends of his sweater and when you let go of it, pulling it off his body, hair falling back a little more messy at the action. 

Your hands smooth over his chest, traces of regrowing hair flatten under your palms. You would make a note of asking him not to shave it anymore. Your view shifts to his face, Bambi eyes and parted lips meet you, you lean in. 

It's like instinct, the way your lips glide against his when you kiss. Tongues dart in and you can hear the sound of your own saliva mixing with his, you would have found it rather gross if you didn't like him so much.

You pull away, a line of spit connects the both of you. 

“Jeans.. I..,” you trail off.

“Yeah?” He doesn't finish the sentence for you, instead just urging you to instead. He wants to hear you say it, he wants you to tell him what to do again.

“I want them off,” you finally admit, swallowing after. 

Steve is hesitant at first, not because he doesn't want to, no, he wants to, the growing situation in his jeans definitely wants to. He's just not sure if you're ready yet, he swipes his thumb over your hip bone. 

“.. like?” 

“Can I… can I try somethin’ honey?” he asks, voice soft like the hum of a radio.

“I just want to make sure you're ready.”

“I told you I'm ready, Steve. I—I showed you, didn't I?” you say, brows pulling together in confusion. He cracks a smile.

“Not that kind of ready, I mean…” his tongue wets his bottom lip. “Wanna stretch you out a little before we really go all in, wanna make sure it doesn't hurt too much.”

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Boyfriend!SteveHarrington and having sex in his car on his work break drabble because I feel like that's a thing that would totally happen.

warnings!: MNDNI 18+. Unprotected (pls use protection irl) p in v. Light praise kink? Public sex?, sex in car. grinding/dryhumping.

Smut under the cut :3

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"Fu-fuck, honey, I don't know i-if this.." he trails off, his head hitting the headrest with a soft thud. His grip strained on your waist as his eyes shut tight. Trying to hold onto some control of the situation. But he seems to fail miserably when you give him another roll of your hips. He lets out a soft whimper. 

Your eyes trace every feature on his face, trying to remember every detail of the boy in front of you. His usual perfect hair is slightly messy now, strands falling into his face as he presses the back of his head against the seat again. It’s almost euphoric to see him like this. Your sweet, smug boyfriend, all needy and embarrassed. After letting out a shaky breath, he continues.

"I don’t know if this is the best idea, sweetheart."

His eyes meet yours. The pretty hazel colour all glazed over as he looked at you.

"You want me to stop?"

You ask, now slightly worried that you pushed him too far.

"Nononono, don't stop, please. I-I'm just scared Robin is gonna tap at the window or something and see us," he says with an airy laugh, looking down at you. He loved having you like this, straddling him in his car, the risk of Robin or anyone else from work, for that matter, seeing him like this.

"So… You want me to speed up?"

Your head tilted to the side as you asked, looking at the brown-haired boy.

"Please" 

He asks, desperate for any source of friction besides the tightness of his jeans.

Your hands make quick work of the jeans as he supports your hips, lifting you up a little so you're able to shuffle them down to his knees, bringing his boxers down in suit.

He lets out a relieved sigh as his cock finally hits the warm air.

His fingers go under your skirt, pulling the lacey panties down. He has a satisfied smirk on his face as he sees the wet spot on them.

Finally, he runs the tip of his cock against your folds. Your shared arousal mixed as you let out a shaky breath. He does the motion again, pressing his tip against your swollen bundle of nerves. A whimper escapes your lips.

"Steve…" 

You whisper out a small plea for him.

"I know, honey. I know" 

He whispers in response. He holds your hips and slowly gets you to sink onto him. His thick member stretches out your walls so deliciously. He lets out a low groan. You take the opportunity to start rocking on him; you can feel how his cock throbs in you, and soon the car is filled with wet squelching sounds and muffled moans as your arms wrap around his neck and his hands are placed lower on your hips, gripping into the plush of your ass as he lets out groans of pleasure.

"That's it, baby; that's a good girl."

He whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck as you move, back and forth, up and down. The praise fills your senses as he whispers little encouragements.

"Fuck, feels so good. Taking me so well"

He talks mindlessly. His eyes shut tight. Soon, precise movements become sloppier as he fucks up into you, causing you to moan into his shoulder. A knot is starting to wind in your stomach.

"ah, shit… can feel your pussy pulling me deeper, baby."

Steve mumbles. 

"S-steve... I, please"

You blab out. The knot squeezes tighter and tighter. You can tell he's almost there too by the way he thrusts up more into you instead of letting you ride him.

"yeahyeahyeah me too, honey. Just let go when you need to. Wanna feel you cum around my cock."

He mutters into your ear, his grip on your ass tightening as you bounce on his cock.

After he thrusts up more, pressing right against that sweet spot in your sponge walls, you can feel the white-hot pleasure take over. A string of obscenities leaves your lips as you cum around him, your legs shaking as you moan his name so sweetly in his ear. It sets him off too, fucking his white rops of cum into you, whimpering and moaning at the way your walls practically milk his cock of anything.

Your chest flushes against his as you catch your breath, your cunt still clenching around his sensitive member. After a few seconds, he places a kiss against your head, his shoulders slumped and loose.

"Did so good for me, baby" 

He whispered sweetly. You hum back in response.

"What time is it?"

You ask, looking up at him, your eyes half-lidded as you look up at your sweet boyfriend. He glanced at the clock on the car. A relaxed smile on his face.

"Ten minutes since my break ended"

He says. You groan and rest your head against his chest.

"I don't want you to leave."

You whisper into his shirt. He runs his fingers through your hair.

"I don't have to."

He whispers, pressing another kiss on your head.

"You can't leave Robin all alone, Steve. You're already late. 

"I'm sure she'd understand."

He says this, trying to convince you. You snort. 

"What are you gonna say, huh? 'Sorry, I ditched you, Robin. I was tired because I had to go have sex with my girlfriend in the parking lot'."

He smiles at your mockery and lets out an airy laugh.

"We'll figure it out." 

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Hooking up with Steve in his bathroom during a party!

warnings: MNDNI 18+. Fingering, semi public? Slight teasing, slight cum eating? I'm really bad at warnings

Smut under the cut! :3

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"Hear that?" 

Steve’s voice rang out in the warm, humid air. He hums, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"She's practically begging for more, huh?"

His breath is warm on your neck as he says the words. A shiver runs up your spine. One stupid bet, and all of a sudden you're in Steve Harrington’s bathroom trying to keep quiet because of the party that rages on without you. Tiny whimpers seem to pour out of your mouth with no end in sight as the slick, sticky noises exit your cunt. He presses a kiss against your neck, his fingers slowly circling your swollen nub.

Your back is flush against his chest, and the palm of his left hand is placed on your inner thigh, keeping your legs spread for him.

"Y'know, for someone who supposedly hates me, you sure seem to be enjoying this," He whispers.

He was right, though. Despite the constant bickering and insults, you felt good. Really good. Embarrassingly good. You let out a whine in denial.

"What's that supposed to mean? That you aren't enjoying this or that you don’t hate me? Gonna need you to use your words, sweetheart."

He teases. He knows you're enjoying this. And you know he knows you're enjoying this because, even if you can’t see his face at the moment, you can practically sense the shit-eating grin he has on. 

"F-fuck you,"

You bite back at him. He laughs lightly.

"Keep talking like that, and I might stop. You don’t want that, do you?" he whispers into your ear. You shake your head, no. He presses another kiss against your neck.

"Good girl," 

He whispers. The pads of his fingers speed up against your clit. Your body squirms slightly at the sensation. He hasn’t even put a finger inside you yet, and you can almost feel yourself breaking. Not once did you think that this night would end this way, but God, are you glad it did. Your eyes shut tightly, and a moan leaves your lips. You can feel the bulge of Steve's covered cock press into your ass as you squirm in his lap. You can hear his laboured breathing as he watches your every reaction to his fingers. Slowly, they trail down from your clit, circling your entrance lightly. You let a shaky breath leave your lips.

"Steve..." you whisper out.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, baby," he says. His voice has a slight rasp to it that makes your head dizzy. He dips two of his digits in. A whimper rings out of you. But as soon as that sweet feeling fills you, it's quick to dissapear. He pulls them out.

"Look at that," he whispers in your ear. His fingers shine in the light of your arousal. He separates his fingers for a moment, a long line of your sticky substance evident. Bringing them up to his mouth, he sucks on them once before they exit his lips with a popping sound.

"Tastes sweet too,"

He says this with a smirk decorating his features.

He brings his fingers back to your aching cunt. He dips them back in. He slowly thrusts them in. His fingers are so much bigger and longer than yours. The feeling is euphoric. He curls them in a way that makes you whimper. His eyes trail up your body. Watching the way your hand covers your mouth while the other one balls up into your shirt. He watches as your back arches slightly and your eyes close while he touches you. In his opinion. It's the best goddamn thing he’s ever seen.

His other hand comes over. He starts rubbing your bundle of nerves slowly, but he slightly picks up the pace with his fingers that thrust into you. You moan from the added stimulation; your climax is fast approaching now.

"Steve!" you squeak out in warning.

"C’mon baby. Cum all over my fingers for me. Show me just how much you actually like me."

 He says it into your ear, and you can feel the teasing smile that's on his lips. A few seconds later, you feel the pleasure coursing through you. Your head practically goes dumb as you babble out "thank you"s mixed with his name. Steve urges you on the whole time, whispering praises and dirty things into your ear. When you finally settle down, you watch as Steve licks all your essence from his fingers, it's hypnotic. Watching how eager he seems to taste every bit of you. Your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath, your legs still quivering and shaking.

He whispers in your ear again.

"See? I knew you didn’t hate me. How about you let me take you out, and then I can prove how much you actually like me?"

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18+

I feel like Tate Langdon is the type to go down on his SO really sloppily and get like lost in the moment to the point where he's humping the mattress without realizing it because the poor boy is so turned on

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also I do want to start writing again so asks will be open, offer anything!!! I'll not do the ones I am not comfortable with though obviously!

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Me when I post after a two year hiatus ☺️, in my defense I just didn't want to