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keeryhours · 5 months ago

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for the very first time - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x Virgin! female! reader

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Steve Harrington Masterlist

Summary:

You decide to give your first time to your boyfriend, Steve. He promises to make it special.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), p in v, loss of virginity, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, just mostly sweet sex with sweet Stevie

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N:

Can’t get enough of Steve <3 Requests are open!

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You stood in front of the mirror, feeling like you were looking back at a stranger. The woman staring back at you was not someone you recognized.

You were wearing a lingerie set you had bought on a whim a month ago, no plans on when you’d wear it but you knew the time would come. And that time was tonight, apparently.

The pale pink lace covers your breasts, pushing up your tits to make them look extra enticing, you figured. There was a small white bow in the center. The matching panties clung to your hips, making your ass look round and cute. There was a matching small white bow on the panties, too. You felt like a present waiting to be unwrapped.

At least, you hoped Steve would see you that way.

You and Steve had been dating for 4 months now, and you’d known he wanted to take the relationship to the next level for a while now, but you weren’t ready. You had never been with a guy before, and you had to admit you were scared. The farthest you two had ever gotten were some heavy makeout sessions, sometimes ending with his hands beneath your shirt before you stopped him. You had told Steve you just wanted to wait for the right guy and the right time, and it seemed like you had finally found both. You trusted Steve, you wanted to take this next step with him - if you trusted anyone to take your virginity, it would be him.

So at school on Thursday, you told Steve this Saturday was the day. His eyes had widened at the declaration, before a wolfish grin slid over his features, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

“Yeah? You’re sure?” he searched your face for any sign that you weren’t being honest, that you still weren’t ready, but he couldn’t hide the glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He would have waited forever for you, you meant so much to him, but at the same time he wanted you badly, something that has tortured him for months.

“I’m sure,” you had said, and it’s true, your mind had been made up. You were ready. As ready as you felt you’d ever be.

Steve had smiled at you, pushing some of your hair behind your shoulder as he leaned in and kissed your cheek before pressing his lips against yours.

“I’ll make it special for you, baby,” he had promised.

Now, as you examined yourself in the lingerie, butterflies in your stomach going wild, you wondered if you truly were ready. It was now or never, you figured.

You dressed in an oversized sweater and a pair of jeans over the lingerie. You were waiting for Steve to come pick you up. In perfect timing, his parents were out of town for the weekend, giving you two all the time and space you needed. You had told your parents you were sleeping over at your best friend’s house. The thought of it thrilled you, you had never done anything like this before, lying to your parents so you can stay at your boyfriend’s house and have sex with him. You were always a good girl, so your parents trusted you wholeheartedly, which made you feel only a little guilty about what you were doing.

You noticed the time - 8pm, when Steve was supposed to be here - and headed down the stairs, overnight bag in hand. You said goodbye to your parents, and then you were outside, walking to the end of the block where Steve waited in his car.

You felt giddy as you climbed into the passenger seat next to him. It was cold outside but nice and toasty in Steve’s BMW. He wore a red sweater and jeans, his perfect hair tousled messily, and he gave you a smile as you slid into the car.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted you with a kiss. You smiled against his lips, buzzing with anticipation for the night.

“You look handsome,” you complimented him, earning a chuckle from the boy as he put the car in drive and began heading back to his own house.

“Thank you, baby,” he said, reaching over to place his big hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly. It sent shivers through your body, straight to your core.

You were too nervous for conversation the whole way to Steve’s house. The radio was on, so you didn’t have to ride in awkward silence at least. Steve could tell you were nervous, and he kept shooting you reassuring smiles, rubbing your thigh.

When you got to Steve’s, the nerves were worse. It was finally time, and you were freaking out. Steve took your hand, leading you up the stairs and to his bedroom.

It was clean, tidy, looked like a guy’s bedroom. Nothing particularly special. You looked around, noticing the box of condoms sitting ready on the bedside table, which made you blush.

Steve closed the bedroom door softly, then walked over to you, placing his hands on your hips.

“You’re sure you want to do this tonight?” he asked, his voice low. You could tell he desperately wanted you to say yes, but he would have stopped if you asked him to, you knew perfectly well.

“Yes,” you said. “I want this. With you.”

Steve smiled at you gently. He placed his hands on either side of your face, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. “I love you.”

Before you could answer he was pressing your lips together, kissing you softly at first. This was something you were used to, something familiar, and you felt your anxiety slipping away as his lips worked against yours.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours as he kissed you deeper. His thumb caressed your cheek, fingers on his other hand tangling in your hair. You gripped onto his biceps, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt.

He pulled away, breathing a little heavier now as his eyes searched yours. He nudged you towards the bed and you took the hint, kicking off your shoes before you climbed onto it.

“Do you want some music?” he asked, walking to his stereo and looking through his collection casually.

“Uh, sure,” you said. That might be nice.

“I have the perfect mix,” Steve said, smiling to himself as he put a cassette into the stereo and pressed play. “Made it for you, actually.”

You blushed as Steve turned around, music now playing softly over the speakers. He sauntered over to the bed, causing the anticipation to build in your stomach.

When he reached the bed, he slowly crawled onto it, over you. He laid next to you on the bed, leaning over you with one hand on your waist as your lips met once again.

He kissed you for a long time, and you didn’t mind one bit. You and Steve did a lot of making out, and this was no different. You wondered if he was easing you into it on purpose, if he could tell you were nervous so he was taking his time.

Steve’s hand slowly started trailing up your sweater, feeling your smooth skin beneath his fingertips. It sent goosebumps across your body as you shuddered at his touch. He kept sliding his hand up, feeling the smooth skin of your back before moving to the front, feeling up your stomach until he gently grasped your breast. He massaged it slowly, which actually felt really nice.

You moaned into his mouth, earning one back from him, and you were caught by surprise when he pushed his clothed hips against your thigh and you could feel the bulge through his jeans. Your heart beat faster at the feeling, reminding you what you were going to be doing tonight.

“Can I take this off?” Steve asked, breathless against your wet, kiss-swollen lips.

You nodded, and he lifted the sweater up and over your head, tossing it to his floor. His eyes widened as he took in your bra, half of the surprise you had for him.

“Wow,” he said, eyes never leaving your breasts. He caressed the material of your bra, admiring the beautiful lace covering your perfect tits from his view. He loved it and hated it at the same time.

He leaned forward, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts peeking from the bra, sucking on the soft skin, leaving love bites all over your chest. You moaned again, fingers tangling in his long hair, which made him groan against your skin.

“Do you always wear underwear this sexy?” he asked, pulling back to devour you with his eyes again. He slipped a finger between the strap of your bra, flicking it against your skin playfully.

“No,” you answered, blushing deeply. “I bought it for you.”

Steve’s face lit up at that revelation, another soft groan falling from his lips. He rubbed his palm all over your exposed body, over your sides.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled, then he was placing his hand on the back of your head again and kissing you deeply.

He tasted so familiar, so comforting, his breath minty and fresh like he’d eaten some mints in the car before he picked you up. The thought of Steve being even a little bit as nervous as you were for this made your heart flutter in your chest. You knew he had been with other girls before, and he was plenty experienced, but this would be your first time together and Steve was taking that seriously.

You decided to be bold, trailing your fingers up his abdomen beneath his sweater. You feel the firm muscles of his stomach, trailing higher until you’re pressing against his strong chest, fingers trailing through his chest hair. You always felt that made him seem so manly. Steve hummed against your lips at the feeling of your hands on his chest.

You tugged on his sweater, and he took the hint, leaning back away from you to sit on his knees and pull it over his head. You drank in the sight of your shirtless boyfriend, his chest heaving lightly.

Steve rubbed your leg, from your calf up to your thigh, rubbing over your ass before slapping it playfully. It made you gasp, and he gave you a mischievous smile.

He moved until he was settled on his knees between your legs, rubbing your hips. He reached forward, giving your tits some more attention before he trailed his hands down your stomach, landing at the buttons of your jeans. His eyes flicked up to yours, searching for permission. You gave him a small nod, which was all he needed before his long fingers were deftly undoing your jeans.

He pulled them down your legs and tossed them behind him, revealing your matching panties. A smirk grew on his lips at the sight and his hands went straight to them, feeling the lace over your hips.

“Cute,” he said, staring down at you appreciatively. He reached forward and trailed a fingertip over your slit over the panties, making you gasp and jerk away from him on accident. He had never touched you there before.

His eyes shot up to your face immediately. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stumbled out, “just surprised me.”

He laughed a little, his hand rubbing your hip again. “Just relax, baby. You don’t need to be nervous. I’m gonna make you feel good.”

You felt heat in your belly at his words, a throbbing in your core. Despite your nerves, you had to admit to yourself that you were excited for what was to come. You knew Steve wouldn’t do anything you didn’t like.

You only jump a little when you feel his fingers over your core again, gently rubbing against your folds, feeling how damp your underwear already was. The thought embarrassed you, but he didn’t seem to mind.

His fingers traveled up until they were pressed against your clit through your underwear. Your mouth dropped open at the feeling, tingles traveling through your whole body. He rubbed circles against it, and you began to writhe beneath him as the pleasure got more and more intense.

When he stopped, you whined, hips bucking up towards him as if chasing the feeling. Steve chuckled, leaning forward so his lips were right against your ear.

“I’m gonna take these pretty things off you now, baby. Okay?”

Your body tensed. “Okay,” you said, but you found yourself losing your train of thought as Steve kissed across your chest. His hands trailed up your back until they reached your bra strap, quickly and easily undoing the hooks and removing it from your body.

He immediately pulled back to take in your naked chest for the first time. He moaned at the sight, hands going to grasp your tits, pinching at your rapidly hardening nipples. You let out tiny moans and whimpers at the feeling, which nearly made his eyes roll back in his head.

“Fuck…” Steve breathed. He moved forward and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples, circling his tongue around the bud and sucking lightly. You whined, back arching and pushing your tits in his face. He moaned around you, fingers working the nipple his mouth wasn’t currently on.

He switched sides, paying equal attention to your other nipple. He grazed his teeth over it lightly, which made you draw in a shuddering gasp.

Steve popped off of your tits with an audible noise, moving back between your legs and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties. He pulled them down your legs slowly, fingers feeling your smooth skin as he went, fabric discarded to the floor when he was done.

His hands landed on your knees and he slowly pushed them apart farther, revealing all of you to him. He licked his lips as he took in the sight of your bare pussy, his jeans uncomfortably tight.

“God, you’re just as beautiful as I imagined,” he said. His words made you feel good, but the attention he was paying to parts of you no one had ever seen before made your body flush with embarrassment.

Steve ducked between your legs, lips placing kisses on the insides of your thighs. He laid between your legs, big hands wrapped around your thighs as he kissed lower and lower.

You looked down at him. “Steve, what are you-“

You were immediately cut off by the feeling of Steve’s tongue dragging along your pussy, and you threw your head back, a strangled cry coming from your lips.

You swore you felt Steve smirk against you, but you couldn’t think too much about it because he had begun to devour you like he was starving. He lapped at your folds, tasting your wetness. His tongue circled your clit before he closed his lips around it, sucking gently.

You were wide eyed, body writhing under him until he was forced to grab onto your hips, holding you still. You had never felt pleasure like this before in your life, this was more than you ever could have even imagined. On instinct your hand shoots down and grabs a handful of Steve’s hair. He groaned when you pulled on it, and you pushed his face harder against your needy pussy, which Steve welcomed.

The noises he made as he ate you out were obscene enough to make you blush. He was sloppy with it, you worried that you were going to ruin his sheets. Steve didn’t seem to care, moving down to press his tongue into your hole, nose nudging against your clit. You cried out, pulling on his hair harder.

Steve pulled away to catch his breath. “God, you taste so sweet.” Then he was buried in your cunt again, that expert tongue driving you wild. You felt his fingertip pressing at your entrance, and your body tensed. You tried to focus on the feeling of Steve’s tongue as he slowly pressed it into you, the stretch burning.

He carefully thrusts the one finger in and out of your tight heat, and over time it becomes less painful and you start to enjoy the stretch, moaning with every movement. Steve can tell you’re feeling good, and he takes the opportunity to push in a second finger. The stretch is more intense this time but he works you through it. He pushed his fingers all the way in, curling them up and pressing against a spot that makes your eyes go wide. Once he realizes he found it, he presses into that spot with every thrust, his mouth never letting up.

There’s a tension building deep in your stomach, tightening rapidly. It’s more intense than anything you’ve ever felt. You hold onto Steve’s hair with one hand and a fistful of the sheets in the other, and that coil snaps, pushing you over the edge violently.

You’re glad Steve’s house is empty all weekend, because you scream out, body arching and stars exploding in your vision. You grind your pussy against Steve’s mouth, desperate for him to keep going as you come undone on his tongue and fingers. “Oh, my god- Steve! Oh, Steve, fuck, holy shit-“

Steve groaned loudly, rutting his hips into the mattress as he worked you through your orgasm, rock hard and desperate for some friction on his aching cock. When you came down, he pulled back, looking up at you from between your legs.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw him, looking up at you with your slick covering his mouth, chin and nose. His pupils were blown wide, his eyes wide and full of lust.

Steve sat back up on his knees and began undoing his jeans. You watched intently as he pushed them down his hips along with his boxers, exposing his dick, huge, hard and throbbing and leaking at the tip.

Your mouth watered at the sight of it. You wondered how the hell your boyfriend had been hiding all that in his jeans this whole time.

Steve leaned back over your body, and you could feel his length pressing against you as he moved. It startled you a little. You couldn’t wrap your mind around all of him being inside you, wondered how it would fit. If it would fit.

He kissed you again, and you tasted yourself on his lips and tongue. It was strange, you thought, different. Suddenly, you had an idea you couldn’t shake from your head.

“Can I taste you?” you asked him shyly as he pulled back a little, your noses pressed together.

Steve’s eyes widened. “R-really? Are you sure?”

You nodded, smiling at him nervously.

He kissed you shortly yet passionately one more time before moving to lay next to you. He couldn’t hide his eagerness as he got settled on the mattress. You giggled a little as you moved on top of him, grabbing the base of his cock in your hand.

The sensation caused him to jerk his hips up with a groan, so desperate for more already. You were surprised how sensitive he was, but it excited you, made you want to do more. You tentatively began to stroke him from base to tip, squeezing your hand around him. His eyes fluttered shut, groans slipping from his kissable lips.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his tip in a kiss. You licked the head experimentally, tasting the pre cum smeared at his slit. Steve lets out a whine, cock twitching in your hand.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked it. He started pushing his hips up again and you understood what he wanted (needed), lowering your head down his shaft. You felt Steve’s hand at the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

He was gentle as he pushed and pulled on your hair, guiding your head up and down on him. You massaged the underside of his length with your tongue, making him shudder. He was so vocal, so responsive, it surprised you but you found it so hot.

Steve started thrusting into your mouth, eyes half lidded but not daring to look away for even a second. You looked up at him, moaning around his dick as you made eye contact. The look on his face was one of pure pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed, mouth hanging open, panting.

You relaxed your throat and took him deeper, all the way until your nose was pressed against the dark curls at his base. He let out a strangled groan, and you felt his thigh muscles tightening and trembling beneath your hands.

Suddenly he’s yanking you off of him by your hair. You come up, surprised. “Did I do something wrong…?”

“No, god no baby, I-“ he stopped, panting like he was trying to catch his breath. “I would have busted down your throat if you kept going for another second.”

You blushed, laughing a little. You crawled up his body and kissed him again until he was pushing you down on the bed, climbing over you again. He kissed you, but quickly moved down to your neck, biting and sucking and leaving visible love bites on your skin. Your mind was far too hazy to think about it, so you just enjoyed the feeling of his mouth instead.

He kissed down your body, taking the time to wrap his mouth around each of your nipples again for only a second - what can he say, he loved your tits. Farther down until he was settled between your legs again, pushing your thighs apart, taking in the view of your naked body under him after all this time.

He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the box of condoms. Your heartbeat sped up rapidly as he took one of the foil packages out of the box. He ripped it open with his teeth, sliding it over his dick like he’d done this plenty of times before.

Your body was buzzing with anticipation as he lined his fat tip up at your entrance. You gasped, involuntarily tensing your entire body.

“You’ve got to relax for me,” Steve said, rubbing your thigh soothingly with his free hand, “or I’m not gonna be able to get in, baby.”

You nodded, taking a deep, shaky breath. You made an effort to relax your body. You felt him pressing insistently at your entrance, and you wanted to let him in.

“You ready?” Steve asked you, looking up at you with concern in his eyes. It warmed your heart that he cared so much about your comfort that he was willing to stop even though you could see how badly he needed you.

“I’m ready,” you told him, your voice laced with desire.

Steve smiled softly at you before he looked down and finally, finally began pressing into you, your tight, tight pussy wrapping around him and squeezing him like a vice. You gripped onto the sheets in your fists, body trembling as he stretched you out, and it hurt deliciously. You couldn’t wrap your mind around how something could be painful while you also never wanted it to stop.

Steve’s eyes clenched shut as he pushed in, a hiss of pleasure coming from between his teeth. He bottomed out and dug his fingers so hard into your hips it would surely leave bruises as he tried to control himself.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You are so fucking tight.”

You breathed through it, trying to relax your body completely, knowing the pain would be better if you could just relax. Steve moved a hand to your clit again, rubbing against it slowly at first.

His plan worked and it distracted you from the stretch, the intense feelings overtaking your body turning into pleasure. When you look like you’re enjoying yourself again, Steve pulls out until only the tip remains inside, and slowly pushes back in.

You moan as Steve sets a slow, gentle pace. You can feel every inch, every vein, every ridge of his cock as it slowly drives in and out of your pussy. He leaned over and kissed you as he slowly fucked you, his fingers continuing to work your clit.

You wrapped your arms around him, hands grasping onto his strong back. You loved the way he felt moving against you, his breath hot against your neck as he buried his face there. You wrapped your legs around his waist and started moving your hips up to meet his, making him groan.

Steve’s mixtape was still playing softly in the background as he made love to you, the sounds of the bed creaking and both of your pants and moans intermixing with the music. He peppered loving kisses against your neck, and you could feel his heartbeat against your chest.

“Can I move a little faster?” he asked breathlessly, his forehead resting against yours.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Yes, please, harder.”

Steve moaned again as he picked up his pace. You could hear the sound of your skin meeting every time he thrusted his hips into you, the sound of how wet you were around him, and it made you feel ashamed. But Steve was loving every second of it.

“God…you…you’re so perfect, so hot,” he moaned, his own mind going hazy as he feels his release building throughout his body.

“You’re so big,” you whined, arms wrapped around him and holding him tightly. “So deep. I’m gonna cum again, Steve.”

Steve’s hips sped up at your words, his fingers circling your clit even faster. “Yeah, baby. Cum on my cock for me, I got you.”

Your brows furrowed and you arched your back, your tits pressing against Steve’s chest. He buried his face in them, his groans muffled. His cock hit that perfect spot he was pounding with his fingers earlier, but this is even more intense, even better. You tugged on his hair as your body began to tremble, your eyes clamped shut and your moans got louder and more desperate.

“Steve…Steve…oh my god oh my god-“

Your second orgasm hit you like a train, and you came hard, your pussy throbbing around his cock as he pulled your intense orgasm from your tired body. You heard Steve’s muffled whine, his grip around your body getting even tighter. His thrusts pick up in speed and intensity until they’re ruthless, messy, frantic and he’s chasing his own release.

“I’m gonna cum,” Steve groaned, one hand moving up to intertwine with yours. He looked up into your face as he neared the edge, and you knew it had hit him when his mouth dropped open, his hips shoving back into you hard one last time as he let out a strangled groan, thrusting shallowly into you a couple more times as he rode out the last of his orgasm.

He stilled inside you, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Both of your bodies still trembling. Steve peppered about a million kisses across your face, making you giggle, before he pulled out, disposing of the condom in the trash can and collapsing on the bed next to you.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly into his chest.

“I love you,” he said, his words sounding like they were genuinely pulled straight from his heart.

“I love you, too,” you whispered back, a big grin on your face that he quickly returned. He pecked you on the lips sweetly. You stared into your boyfriend’s warm brown eyes.

“That was incredible,” he said, laughing breathlessly. “Thank you for trusting me.” He added the second part more seriously, brushing your messy hair out of your face.

“It was amazing,” you agreed, fingers drawing designs on his bare chest. “I wanna do it again.”

Steve laughed. “We will, believe me.”

He pulled you as close as you could get, your head laying on his slightly sweaty chest. The music still played in the background, relaxing you. Steve pulled the blankets over you both, and you were pretty sure you’d never been more cozy in your life.

There, in Steve’s arms, you felt safe. You felt loved. Slowly, you both drifted off, sleeping peacefully tangled up in one another.

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ashwhowrites · 9 months ago

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Duty calls

Steve's babysitting duties are needed at the wrong time

Steve was the babysitter for the group, which meant he was always on call. His walkie would screech, or his house phone would ring. He barely remembers the noise of silence.

He'd do anything for those kids, but damn they always needed him at the wrong time.

"Happy birthday," Y/N whispered. Steve's eyes locked on her body as she was dressed in revealing lingerie. He sat on the couch, she stood between his legs with a cocky smile.

Steve reached forward, tugging his jeans as he felt his cock pulsing.

"Happy birthday to me," Steve said in awe, she laughed and slowly moved her hips. She turned around and straddled his lap, her ass placed gently on his growing bulge. He groaned as she began to move her hips in circles, rubbing herself against him. He moved his hands and held her hips.

His sexy girlfriend was wearing lingerie and giving him a lap dance, nothing could ruin this moment.

"Ringggggggggggg"

Steve groaned when Y/N stopped her dance.

"You should probably get that, birthday boy. I'll meet you in the bedroom." Y/N winked, reaching behind herself as she unhooked her bra. Steve watched the material fall to the floor, rubbing his jaw as he kept his eyes on her. He reached over to his phone, watching her walk down the hall.

"Harrington," he said, softly adding pressure to his jeans

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVE!" Dustin screamed through the phone

"Thanks, kid. Goodbye," Steve said as he went to hang up. But Dustin stopped him.

"Hey hey! I have more to say. We have a surprise for you! And we need to be there in ten minutes or they'll charge your card" Dustin said before he hung up.

"Son of a bitch" Steve groaned, his head low as he started his shameful walk to his bedroom.

"Missed you," Steve said, his lips pressed against Y/N's. She kissed him back, smiling against his lips.

"Missed you so much," She whispered, her hands tangled in Steve's long hair. Their lips met back in a kiss, she tugged on his hair, his head snapping back as she swirled her tongue against his.

He moaned as he cupped her ass, harshly squeezing the skin. She moaned into his mouth, rocking her hips against his.

"Bedroom?" Steve whimpered out, already standing with her wrapped around his body as he carried her to the bedroom.

He softly laid her down, standing as he looked down at the gorgeous girl under him. She moaned at the sight of his dark eyes and hairy chest, aching to run her fingers through it.

"Fuck me, Steve" she moaned, slipping off her underwear

Steve bit his lip as he moved down to his knees. Her wet pussy was inches away from his eyes and lips. He softly licked up her cunt, enjoying how she shivered and moved her hands into his hair.

"Steve, we got a code red. Meet here immediately" Mike's voice rang through his walkie.

Steve ignored it, diving his face into his girlfriend's cunt as she cried out. But his girlfriend was a sweetheart and always did the right thing.

She softly pushed his head away, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Do I have to?" Steve whined

"Yes," she laughed, reaching to his bedside to grab his walkie.

Steve had been cock blocked for a solid week, never once getting a release with his girlfriend. He was sexually frustrated and refused to let those kids screw him over again.

He was in a heated makeout session with Y/N, their tongues battling as he fingered her cunt. He was three fingers deep, soaking in her sounds as she cried out in pleasure.

"Ringggggggggggg"

"One second, don't move" Steve demanded. He slapped her cunt, smirking as she whimpered. But she listened, laying on his bed naked as she watched his every move. He walked over to the phone on his dresser, harshly yanking the cord. The ringing stopped as the phone was disconnected.

"Steve!" Y/N gasped in surprise

Steve didn't say anything, shrugging his shoulders as he walked back to his bed.

She didn't have anything left to say when his fingers returned to her cunt and his mouth latched on to her clit. She clawed at the sheets as she came all over his fingers and mouth.

She panted as he worked her through her orgasm. Her head was lost in the clouds as she saw stars.

"Steve, why won't your phone work? I need a ride" Dustin's voice cracked through the walkie.

"ignore it," Steve said, pushing Y/N's legs open as he lined himself at her entrance. His swollen tip rubbed against her folds, moving up and down before he pushed himself inside of her.

"Got it" Y/N moaned, this time fine with it as his cock drilled inside of her. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and moaned. Steve loved the feeling of her nails scratching against his chest. He moaned as she clenched around him, picking up his pace.

"Helllllllo?" Dustin's voice rang through the room

Steve reached for the walkie, keeping his fast pace as he held the walkie in his hands. He turned it off and threw it on the floor, ignoring it as he heard it fall apart. Y/N still crying underneath him as his cock hit all the right spots.

"YES STEVE, FUCK" she screamed, her head thrown back as Steve's long fingers began to rub her clit

"Fuck you feel so good" Steve moaned, leaning down as his forehead rested on hers. Finally getting to soak in the feeling of her wet pussy wrapped around him.

"Such a good fucking girl" He growled, his fingers working on her clit as he felt his orgasm coming close. He moved his free hand to grip her chin, his eyes boring into hers.

"Cum for me" he demanded, keeping his grip on her chin as she tried to whine out. She felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as her back arched. Steve's head dropped to her neck as she soaked him in her cum, his grip lost on her chin.

"Cum in me, please, please" she begged, she reached behind him, scratching down his back as his balls slapped against her skin. The sweat from his hair ran down his face as he bit down on her neck, filling her.

He slowly slipped out of her, leaning down to softly kiss her lips.

"Fucking finally" he cheered, a big smile on his face.

"STEVE!" Dustin's voice screamed from the front yard.

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taintedcigs · 8 months ago

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— even if it’s handcuffed i’m leaving here with you

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

summary: steve asks eddie for his handcuffs to spice up things in the bedroom with you, and once things go wrong, the two of you turn to eddie for help… in more ways than one. (wc: 3.1k+)

warnings: MINORS DNI, smut smut smut, or*l (f!receiving), handcuffs duh, lots of praises, dom!eddie, steve kinda subby but also soft!dom? the dynamics are mixed LMAO, pet names (sweetheart, honey, baby, slut), mmf, three way kissing idk

authors note: so this is what happens when a girl mixes her three hyperfixations; 9-1-1, steddie and CHALLENGERS. i wrote this v long ago it is a bit shitty and not proof-read SO IGNORE ALL MISTAKES THANK U. (also this is sm more meaningful to me now bc i got this song as my surprise song like i accidentally manifested this WAIT.)

and please, if you wanna support me; reblog + like + comment ILY!!

Steve is embarrassed.

Embarrassed that he has to ask Eddie for this. For handcuffs to use that he has no idea what the fuck to do with.

And of course Eddie finds it all amusing, a smirk plastered on his face while he teases Steve, rosy-cheeks turning pinker.

And normally, it would've pissed him off, Eddie's teasing, his flirty comments towards you, towards him.

But for some reason, it doesn't.

The three of you have this dynamic that he can't quite put his hand on, it's different, exciting, new, it intrigues him, more than anything.

You and Steve had just started dating, a couple months in, the honeymoon phase and all, and of course, Eddie had been there for it all.

The first moment you caught Steve's eye, you caught Eddie's too, the dynamic settled in then with Steve charming you right away, while Eddie's flirty antics didn't go unnoticed by you.

Yet, somehow, someway, it snowballed into you dating Steve. But it didn't end there. The three of you hung out often.

Very often.

So much so that you had regular movie nights, always ending up high out of your minds with Eddie’s shitty weed, talking each other's ears off 'till the sun came up.

You knew everything about his life, his shitty band gigs (the one Steve dragged you to, and surprisingly his music didn't suck), his uncle, his girlfriends. Or the lack thereof.

Eddie always mentioned how he just hadn't found the right one yet, just a bunch of meaningless sex.

And he made sure to always come to the both of you afterwards, telling everything, in great fucking detail too.

Maybe it was weird for anyone else. But for the three of you, it was your normal.

Especially for you, because you enjoyed them. Enjoyed his stories as they made you squirm in your seat. Reactions not going unnoticed by Steve.

And it's what led to Steve wanting to spice things up in the bedroom with you. He knew the sex was great. He was obsessed with you, and you were with him.

But, fuck, there was something missing. Something he couldn't pin point exactly. And he was willing to try out anything, especially when he remembered how much you reacted to one of Eddie's stories with the handcuffs, later mentioning to him that you really liked the idea.

The idea of losing control, giving yourself fully to another partner, and Steve's knees almost gave out right then and there.

He didn't know where the fuck to obtain handcuffs, hence why he immediately ended up at Eddie's door, enduring his endless teasing, sort of hoping that he'd offer to help.

An idea that crossed his mind, but one that he'd never verbalize, unless, you mentioned it too.

The second he showed you the handcuffs you squealed in excitement, putting on your best lingerie, making a show out of everything before the two of you didn't hesitate to jump on each other. His clothes scattered in the room, you in your lingerie, hungry for each other.

His mouth lingered, scent so intoxicating that you could feel your thighs dampen, lips all over your skin and hands squeezing whatever he could grab onto, both of you feral.

“Y'know I didn't wanna have to do this,” he murmurs into your lips, bringing the cuffs in your view, playing into it, enjoying the giggles you give him in return.

“Please, sir, promise I'll be good,” you pout with those doe eyes, making Steve almost cave in, cock stirring against his tight boxers, begging to be attended to.

He gives a rough grunt before pining your hands above your head “That’s my girl.”

“But you still have to be punished,” he hisses quietly, putting his weight on top of you, the cold metal off the first cuff making you shiver, he tightens it as soon as he locks it, making sure your other wrist is free, for now. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on ya, doll.” His hums make you whine loudly.

“For now.” You can feel his smirk widening when his lips attack yours again, hungry, as his bulge presses against your inner thighs, his hand holding your cuffed one in place, making you mewl desperately, kisses traveling down your chest.

And of course, you use his distraction to your advantage, quickly grabbing onto his free hand, the second cuff clicking onto its place before he can even attempt to protest.

“I guess we’re even now, pretty boy,” you tease with a sultry voice, but Steve’s head pops up to meet your doe eyed gaze with a panic.

“Did you just handcuff us both to the bed?” He asks, shear dread overtaking his face, making you furrow your brows.

“Yeah, baby, that’s the whole point,” you giggled, attempting to kiss him again but he pulled away. “Fuck,” he groaned, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh c’mon, I know you have a thing for women being in control.”

True, and it would’ve turned him on, almost made him bust out right then and there, if the context was any different, but instead he could just groan in panic. “Oh, sweetheart, I do, but fuck-”

“What?” You ask, face puzzled.

“The keys are in my pockets,” he murmurs, gaze trailing near the dresser.

Your eyes follow his, the jeans you threw in a hurry were placed upon the dresser, far away from the two of you, and there was no physical way to reach for them.

Both of you, cuffed to the bed, and no one there to save you.

“Oh, shit.”

The two of you tried every possible position to get out, but there was no fucking luck, and that’s when you finally settled on calling someone for help.

It was obvious the only person you could call for help was Eddie, but you knew his teasing would be relentless, curls bouncing each time a laughter rumbled from his stomach, making you huff out immaturely.

“Seriously, Eddie, this isn’t funny!” Steve chided, a bit playfully considering he knew how stupid the two of you must’ve looked, and it just made Eddie chuckle louder and louder.

“Are you kidding? This is the highlight of my week!”

“C’mon, Eds, just help us.” Your soft tone caught his attention quickly, his smirk disappearing just as fast before he approached the two of you closer, now able to get a much better look at the two of you.

“Oh, Harrington, what did you even do?” He rambled, trying to ignore that feeling he always got, but this time much stronger, you in your lingerie, and Steve’s obvious bulge that made Eddie gulp physically. Shit.

“I totally should’ve offered to teach you both.” He didn’t even know where the fuck that came from. Word vomit.

“Why didn’t you?” Curiosity got the best of you, and you didn’t even realize the implications of your words, until the two boys snapped their heads in your direction, like you’ve blurted out the most scandalous shit ever.

“I- uh- what?” Eddie stammered, eyeing Steve carefully, not knowing if this was a joke. Or if both of you actually meant it.

He never thought it was possible. This. The three of you. Sure the dynamic between all of you had been tethering on something more. But never straight forward like this.

It surprised both of you when Steve spoke up, lips twitching into a smirk. “Why didn’t you offer to teach us?” The two of you finished each other’s sentences, it almost looked intentional, as if the two of you have planned this, like the two of you ever talked about this.

You didn’t, it was just natural. Something you both had been too ashamed to admit.

Something even Eddie couldn’t admit to himself, other than a few jokes, and some drunken confessions here and there, but nothing like this.

All he ever wanted.

Eddie’s usual confidence was wavering, and it was amusing to see, exciting. Something you’d love to explore. Make him beg. God, you knew he’d sound pretty as fuck when he whined.

“W-would you guys want that?” Stammering, again, yet you can’t get too cocky, because you know once Eddie fully wraps his head around what the fuck is happening, he’ll lean back into that domineering side. After the countless stories the two of you have heard, it intrigues you both. So you and Steve unanimously help him to get there.

“If we didn’t, we wouldn’t offer it, Munson,” you encouraged, watching the way his eyes oggle both of you, curious, ecstatic, that dirty mind conjuring something.

“So… you’re both sure about this?”

“Sure that I want to be fucked by both of you? I think so, Munson.” You roll your eyes, so bored of the fact that you’ve been handcuffed for the past twenty minutes with no action, and because you knew it’d rile Eddie up. You’ve seen the flare in his gaze before, jaw locking in each time you rolled your eyes at him.

And it works, like a switch, you see the dominance bubbling up on his face.

“Feisty that one, isn’t she, Stevie?”

“Mmhm, the dirtiest mouth,” Steve adds, soft hands squishing your cheeks with a smirk, insides feeling gooey with the way they both eye you.

He tssked, “Haven’t you taught her some manners?” You whined slightly at that comment, they both knew what you wanted, what you desired, your boundaries… everything.

A dynamic that’s been brewing for months… finally exploding into reality, and of fucking course you couldn’t hide your excitement, making Eddie grin.

He’s quick to uncuff Steve, a groan leaving his lips at the relief from the cold metal against his skin, making Eddie’s cock stir at the sound. His two play things. And he’s going to have so much fun.

“Wanna help me teach her some manners, pretty boy?” Steve didn’t even answer, holding you down and spreading your thighs while Eddie grabbed your other hand, cuffing you properly this time, tightening it and relishing in your pathetic mewls.

Biting the inside of your thighs, Steve didn’t hesitate to tease you, spreading your pussy lips open to show it to Eddie, both of them grinning hungrily, “look how pretty she looks, Eds.”

“Such a gorgeous pussy,” Eddie hummed, admiring, groaning with a deep sigh.

All he fucking dreamed about.

Glistening with your arousal, inviting him in, and those goddamn sultry eyes were driving him insane, making him blink twice to make sure he wasn’t imagining, both of you looking at him like you wanted to eat him up.

A kind of attention he wasn’t used to, but it got him more and more riled up, confident, trailing his fingers by your inner thighs, the sensation of Steve’s lips brushing against your thighs while Eddie’s fingertips softly teased at your skin was something straight out of a dream.

Eddie looked at Steve, a subtle need to get his permission to press his lips to you.

So new… boundaries blurred and unknown, and Steve was quick to nod, hungrily watching the two of you, cock straining so hard against his boxers that he was aching.

Desperate.

Eddie was more or less the same, especially when you initiated the kiss, the softness of your lips brushing against his, making him whine pathetically.

It didn’t take long for him to take control again, the dynamic between the three of you changing ever so quickly, Steve still ghosting inside of your thighs, stomach, chest, legs, everywhere.

And shit… Eddie was a good kisser.

His lips were demanding, soft but somehow still teasing, attentive. His tongue didn’t meet much resistance as it danced against yours, smooth, on beat, the type that made flutters appear in your stomach, all the while Steve’s touches making your thighs dampen.

Too much. But in the best way possible.

If your hands weren’t tied up, it would’ve been surfing through their soft hair, demanding more attention, making you grew more and more frustrated, a smirk sitting on both of their lips at your pathetic moans.

A light scruff of Eddie’s beard scratched against your cheeks before he broke the kiss, “Steve,” he hummed, gaining his attention, head popping up all ecstatic, “C’mere.”

Both of them stick to your side, weight of the bed shifting as the gazes exchanged almost burned each other through the core. Full of longing, desire, and hunger.

Eddie angled your face toward Steve, “Kiss her,” he demanded.

A demand that didn’t take Steve a second longer to obey, thick fingers brushing against your face as his big hands cupped your heated cheeks, with your lips parted slightly he didn’t hesitate to push his tongue inside your mouth, possessing you fully, completely, an uncontrollable whine slipping past your lips.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered, “you guys are so hot.” His breath fanned against your neck, hot hands running down your body, all three of you growing more and more impatient with each ragged breath, Steve’s tongue still shoved down your throat while Eddie played with your breasts, lips on your neck, making you squirm.

You could feel Eddie’s needy cock pressing against your ass, while Steve’s was barely confined in his boxers, prodding against your thigh, you don’t know how or when it happened but Eddie had joined in on the kiss too, the three of your lips moving in synch, busy between each other’s hot mouths, tongues curious and on beat, all magical and tempting.

Dark depths you always wanted to explore but never could, sloppy and filthy in the best way possible, shutting your eyes close as you enjoyed it, felt it all.

Unsure of who’s tongue was tangled in yours at this point but you could careless, disorienting you in a way that you couldn’t tell whose hands were hot all over your body, everywhere, messy, and uncontrolled.

And fuck, did you need more.

You could tell they did too, dicks twitching against you in a way that made you flutter.

And it felt like the three of you communicated, telepathically, because both of them, somehow managed to break the kiss, making your face fall in for more, unable to do anything with your hands cuffed to the bed. Infuriating, and not helping the wetness that had well already pooled inside of you.

“Awww, our pretty baby is needy, isn’t she?” Eddie mocked, both of them shifting down to your thighs, attention all on you as they spread you wider, mesmerized gaze following your every slight twitch.

“Relax,” Eddie cooed, amber gaze dangerously warm, both making you whine and giving you comfort at the same time, and before you could think, Steve’s hands warmed you up as well.

“Let us take care of you,” he added, and you couldn’t help but enjoy their squeezing, kneading, making you feel so fucking good.

You nodded, squirming as Eddie’s bearded chin tickled your skin, planting kisses inside of your thigh, while Steve’s fingers teased you, and all you could do was whine, hips rising from the bed, lust overshadowing the initial doubt.

“That’s our good girl,” Eddie praised, your thighs spread open, pussy exposed, completely. The two of them taking care of you, hands everywhere and one of their thumbs teasing your entrance, collecting your juices, smearing it around your lips, making you go airborne.

You could barely comprehend what happened when fingers slipped inside of you, one at first, then two, slicked in your juices, teasing, pumping in and out of you.

Head thrown back, you embrace the euphoria, different fingers entering inside of you, both of them deeper and deeper, squelching noises and your whimpers so heavenly that Eddie could feel his cock twitching, while Steve pathetically rutted into the sheets, desperate for some friction.

Fingering you until you could hear how wet you were, opening you up. Fully exposed to them.

You were too fucked out to notice that they had both started kissing your pussy lips, lapping up your juices, drinking you in, Eddie on one side and Steve on the other.

Heaven-sent.

You moaned like a bitch in heat, Eddie and Steve’s dripping cocks stirred at the sound, desperate to make you cum, to taste you.

Their fingers linked inside of you, thumbs continuing their rubs, and that hot white spot appeared behind your eyes.

You wanted to cum.

Fuck that.

You needed to cum.

And who were they to deny their little angel?

You had earned it.

Back arched, hands tight against the cuffs, all you could do was mewl as their fingers were stretching you, licks all over your hole making your breath ragged, “E-Eds… Stevie… I-I… shit!”

Eddie was quick to pop his head to meet your gaze, fingers still continuing their movements, flicking your sensitive spots as he gave you that goddamn grin again. “You wanna cum doll… don’t ya?”

Your body was frail. The most beautiful ache. Your entire nerve system felt like it was about to explode.

Everywhere. All at once.

“Come for us,” Steve encouraged, his and Eddie’s fingers moving faster, Steve lapping up your juices while Eddie’s tongue found your clit, sucking on it like it was his lifeline.

The softest tongue, but the roughest movements. Just fucking perfect.

“Oh, fuck!” You hissed, “E-Eddie, S-Steve!”

“That’s right, slut, scream our name while you come for us,” Eddie demanded.

And fuck you wanted more, so much more. Just the idea of having two of them inside of you at the same time was enough to have your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head.

But you couldn’t wait.

“You-you’re both so… fuck… fu… fu… fuckkkkk…” Your words got caught in the back of your throat, pathetic noises was all they could make out, especially as Eddie’s tongue circled around your clit, suckling, fingers working faster as it finally brought you over the edge. Making you jerk and come so hard that white spots flew behind your eyes.

The wildfire and the chemistry between the three of you burning your insides, that tingling warm sensation prickling every inch of your skin.

“God, you taste perfect, sweetheart,” Eddie praised with a low hum. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that fucking moan?”

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” Steve growled, making you his while he gently uncuffed you, each of their praises sending warm tingles down your spine.

Fuck, they were good.

And as Steve was about to get up, Eddie stopped him with a quick tut. “Okay, pipe down, sweetheart, you still have a lot to learn.”

With that dumbfounded look on his face, he turned to face Eddie, making him grin wider.

“Oh, Stevie you look so cute with that confused look on your face, such a pretty face isn’t he?” Eddie’s attention turned to you, still so domineering that all you could do was frantically nod.

“Do you wanna help me teach him, baby?” You nodded, again, gaze glazed, overtaken by desire.

The two of you were quick to pin him down, skin meshing all together when you helped Eddie cuff him.

“Let us take care of you, pretty boy.”

#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader

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super-cosmic-library · 9 months ago

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Camboy!Steve Harrington au, where Steve’s majorly successful and decides to treat his boyfriend, Eddie, like his sugar baby. He buys every nerd thing that Eddie expresses interest in.

Steve becomes a regular at the local gaming store, and every time there’s a new employee or customer who hasn’t met him yet, they’re going out of their way to flirt with him. He’s gorgeous AND he knows all about the things he buys? They are tripping over themselves to invite him to join their table top games. But he only knows about the products he buys (and why they’re important) because he loves listening to Eddie ramble on for hours about his interests, which older staff members and regulars know because they’ve heard Steve prattle on about his “baby.”

Even though it’s not his job to spoil Steve, Eddie wants to do it when he can. He loves his boy and the way he pampers him, so he wants to show Steve that he care about him too. So, using the allowance Steve gives him (because Steve insists on being the sole breadwinner so Eddie can focus on his creative talents), he goes to the farmers market to get the best and freshest ingredients he can find to make his boy’s favorite meals. There, he makes friends with all the grannies and the lesbians, trading recipes and gossip. It doesn’t hurt that that’s where his best friend, Chrissy works. She always hides something special for him behind the counter whenever she knows they have an important event or anniversary coming up.

He will also save some of his money up to by Steve special toys and lingerie for his videos. The fellas at the sex/smoke/CBD shop he always goes to are all making bets as to what type of person a guy like him is dating. One of the workers, Argyle, has a hunch that it’s an Only Fans streamer he subscribes to. After all, around a week after Eddie visits, the guy will post a video wearing similar lingerie or playing with similar toys to what Eddie had just bought. (Argyle only remembers his purchases because they spend a lot of time gabbing about this and that.) None of Argyle’s coworkers believe him when he posits his theory because although Eddie looks cool, he’s a total dork and could never pull someone like Steve. And if Argyle hadn’t been blazed out of his mind when it happened, he would have noticed a familiar looking tattooed wrist in the frame of one of Steve’s videos.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #sex worker Steve Harrington #sugar baby eddie munson

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justmeinadaze · 12 days ago

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Curiosity (Part 4)(Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Younger (Early 20s) Daddy (kinda camboy) Eddie & Older (early 30s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, Subby Steve Cameo, SMUT, Between Steddie, humiliation light, degrading, Stevie in lingerie, overstimulation, cock warming, toys, voyeurism (Y/N watches and they are streaming on the OnlyFans account), Between Eddie and Y/N, face sitting, kissing Steve, dirty talk and praise abound. I think that's it.

ANGST with Fluff, These two are slightly worried that the other will get jealous or feel betrayed when it comes to Steve and the intimacy involved. Both make it clear they care about only each other and this is just for play. Eddie asks Y/N to face one of her fears and Steve helps facilitate that. Cliffhanger ending (I mean y'all have experienced worse with me but alas lol)

Word Count: 4338

Series Masterlist/ Donate to Me <3

“Oh, yeah, kid was a complete troublemaker in school.”, Steve cackled as Eddie rolled his eyes from his desk chair across the way.

That morning and afternoon, you had spent time really getting to know the man that was Steve Harrington. You learned fairly quickly he was gentleman, having found you and his best friend tangled up naked on the couch and covering you up with a blanket before running back to the bedroom.

He was incredibly sweet and had such a good sense of humor making you laugh constantly as he told you stories from their past.

“He would walk on tables in the lunchroom and spout these random philosophies like he was hot shit.”

“Sounds about right.”, you grin as Eddie narrows his eyes playfully.

“You be quiet, sweetheart.”

“He’s very loud and preachy at work to but usually when he’s defending my honor to a rude customer.”

“Yeah, he’s a good man like that. Always making sure the people he cares about are respected.” As his honey irises dip towards the mattress, your palm reaches out to touch his and he softly smiles before shaking his head to focus on his friend. “Speaking of respect, what the fuck are you doing away from us, Munson?”

“I’m just checking my messages really quick. CurvyCorporateMillennial left a bit abruptly last night and I’m worried we…I…made her uncomfortable.”

“Oh, Eddie, baby, I’m sure she just had to leave or something.”, you try to soothe hearing the pain in his voice. “Maybe you’ll see her when you guys stream later.”

“Which IS coming up soon so you need to get your game face on, dude.”

“My game face IS me, Harrington. I AM Daddy.”

At his confident sultry words, you can’t help but swoon making Steve giggle as he places his bottle of beer on the floor and lays his head on your lap, sighing happily when you begin to run your fingers through his hair.

“Are you staying to watch or—”

“Oh, no. She wouldn’t want to see all that.”, Eddie replies before you can.

“Can she not answer?”

“Tone, Steven.”

“Do you not want me to stay?”, you ask in a small voice that catches his attention immediately.

“No…I mean yeah…I mean…Ugh! Shut up, Steve!”, he shouts grumpily towards his friend causing you both to erupt in a fit of laughter. “You two are the worst. What I’m trying to say is, I don’t mind but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“With seeing Daddy or seeing Daddy with someone else?” Chocolate eyes lock on yours as he slowly wheels his chair beside you both. “Because I’ve seen Daddy and I already told you I trust you. I don’t mind seeing you and Steve together. I, um, I think the idea is kind of…hot if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah?”, he inquires as he quirks his eyebrow upward. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say you watching me turns me on. More so than…these fuckers.”, he adds, gesturing towards his camera. “My little whore there is good at what he does.”

“Oh my god. I hope it goes without saying but I don’t think you’re a whore.”, you smile before leaning down to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I am though, you know, for him. I can be your whore to, honey, if you need that.”

“Steven Harrington.”

An almost devious smile spread across the pretty boy’s face as he sat up and turned his body so it was angled towards you both.

“Oh Y/N, did you hear that? Daddy got jealous.”

“No. I just don’t want her to be uncomfortable like I said. She came here to meet you, not be involved.”

Tempting his friend’s wrath, Steve pushed up onto his knees and leaned towards you till his lips where hovering near your ear.

“Am I making you uncomfortable? Tell me and I’ll stop.”, he whispers, continuing when you shake your head. “Good. I’m going to keep going to play with him but if you change your mind say the word.”

“Ok.”

“Now giggle like I just something…really…dirty…”

You do as he says, covering your mouth as your gaze shifts towards your boyfriend’s angry eyes even has his body language tries to appear relaxed.

“She’s fine, Munson. Plus, it will give you some insight into how she may be feeling.”, Steve continues nonchalantly as his lips softly kiss your cheek. “Then again you seem incredibly…uptight… Does Daddy not like his precious baby girl being touched?”

Blinking, his fury seems to subside as a smooth chuckle leaves him.

“I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work, Steven. I’m honestly surprised, Y/N, you’re playing his game. Didn’t expect that from a good girl like you.”

“Maybe there’s more to me than what’s on the surface.” While you spoke, the pretty boy placed small, tender kisses down your neck to your collar bone as a breathy sigh escaped your chest. “Do you like it, Daddy? Watching him…kiss me…”

When he doesn’t answer, Steve’s head wipes his way to make sure everything’s alright.

“Color, Eddie?”

“Green.”, he huffs as he folds his arms over his chest.

“Honey, look at that. You see what he just did? It’s not so much that he likes watching me kiss you but he likes that his dirty boy is corrupting his good girl.”

“You’re not corrupting me.”, you reply in your little voice that has him smiling.

“Tell that to Daddy.”

“H-He’s not corrupting me. I like the way he feels…makes me feel…”

“Yeah, sweetheart? Why don’t you take it further? Filthy boy knows how to work his mouth. Why don’t you kiss him?”

Your eyes fell and both men caught it.

“Y/N, color?”, Steve asks as his palm comes up to move some of your hair away from your face.

“Green. H-H-He…this…isn’t hurting YOU right?”, you ask as his soft honey hues take you in.

“Wow…Daddy, you were right. She’s got such a kind heart.”

“Baby, remember what I told you about how Harrington likes it a bit rougher?”

“Yes, sir.”

“He likes being humiliated that way. He’s…he’s trying to get a rise out of me so I’ll be rougher when we play. This wasn’t a part of the plan. You don’t have to do anything you don’t—”

Your lips crashing to Steve’s cut him off as his eyes widen in slight disbelief.

His hair tickles your face when he pulls away as you laugh and bite your bottom lip.

“I’m sorry. Your, um, your lips taste good.”

Your compliment elicits a smirk of his own as he leans down to kiss you again.

“So do yours.” Shifting his gaze towards Eddie, he asked, “May I take off her shorts?”

“No, you may not.”, your boyfriend answered a bit gruffly causing you to whine.

“Please, Daddy.”

“I said no.” Rolling his eyes in defiance, Steve began grinding his lower half against yours allowing the bulge in his shorts to rub perfectly against the heat between your legs. When he abruptly stopped and grunted, you opened your eyes to see Eddie pulling on his hair. “You want to cop an attitude with me, little whore, then I won’t be so fucking nice. Y/N is mine and only my cock touches that pretty pussy. Am I understood?”

“Ah…yes, Daddy.”, he pants.

“You, chair.”, he commands at you as he points towards his desk and you promptly do what he says without question. “You, put this on and sit at the end of the bed till I’m ready to deal with you.”

After handing him a little black box, Steve almost immediately brightens as he begins to disrobe.

“Now, sweetheart, are you ready for the rules?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, good girl.”, he praises as he lightly caresses your face.

“First rule is the most important. If at any point what you see makes you uncomfy, I want you to tap on the wall three times. The reason I don’t want you saying the word is because I don’t want these people to know you’re here and get ideas. I meant what I said…you’re mine…”

Grinning, you tilt forward to kiss his lips as he beams right back.

“So perfect. Second rule is don’t touch yourself while Steve and I play. I promise when we’re done, I’ll take care of you.”

At that moment, Steve tossed the box to the side and your brain turned to mush when you saw him in his pink lace attire. The garter around his waist accentuated his abs perfectly while the thin straps seemed to struggle to hold up the see through panties that could barely contain his cock within the fabric. When he turned to walk around the mattress so he could sit on the end facing the camera, you realized then nothing was covering his behind leaving him bare and open for Eddie to play with.

“Hey! Pay attention, little girl.”, your boyfriend snaps forcing you to sit at attention again. “Maybe if you behave… I’ll let him watch and you can kiss him again.”

His tone fell slightly and in your headspace you became concerned.

“You’re mine to, Daddy. I don’t have to kiss or touch him if you don’t want me to.”

Eddie blinked, letting your words sink in before cupping your cheeks in his palms to bring your lips to his.

“I trust you, Y/N so I want you to answer honestly. Does Steve turn you on?”

“You controlling him turns me on. Does…does he turn you on?”

“I told you, pretty girl. Submission and YOU turn me on.” At his words, you both breathily laugh as he leans his forehead on yours. “I know men hurt you in the past but I would never do that to you. If you ask me to stop this I would in a heartbeat. You are mine and I am yours.”

“Yes, Eddie.”, you breathe and repeat his words back as he tenderly kisses your forehead. “I trust you.”

Getting your final confirmation, he nods firmly, rising to his feet to slowly back away towards his computer and turn it on to begin his stream.

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“Hey guys. Good to see…everyone here…As you can see, I got my little slut here a present.”, Eddie coos in an almost sing song voice as he backs up and pets Steve’s head. At the action, the pretty boy visibly relaxes as his eyes close in relief at the feeling of finally being touched. “Do you like what Daddy got you?”

“Yes, Daddy, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Why don’t you show it to everyone?”

Rising to his feet, he placed himself between the metalhead and the camera, slowly turning around to allow everyone a good view. When his eyes briefly find yours, his face softens slightly as he smirks, silently telling you he’s ok but struggling to retain all the giddy energy in his chest.

Once he’s facing Eddie again, Steve waits for a following command as the other man just stares up at him. You had never seen this version of him before and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it attractive. His strong jaw twitched as he rested his forearms on his thighs, his beautiful smile noticeably absent as he continues to glare and Steve continues to wait.

Eddie holds all the power here and Steve knows it.

After a few seconds, the metalhead taps his leg and the pretty boy beams as he takes a seat on his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck for good measure.

“You really are fucking sexy in this… to bad something so attractive was wasted on a bad boy.” You blink in surprise as Steve’s chest caves in. “You were being a bad boy just a few minutes ago weren’t you?”

“I…I’m sorry…I—”

The spank that Eddie gave him echoed throughout his room.

“I didn’t ask if you were sorry. I know you’ll be in a minute. I asked if you were being a bad boy. It’s a yes or no question.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Mhmm. You were being a whore and trying to get a rise out of me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

After gesturing behind him, Steve climbed off Eddie’s lap and dug through some of the other boy’s things before coming back to kneel in front of him. You watched with lust blown eyes as the pretty boy placed a rather large dildo on to the floor and lubricated it thoroughly before throwing the bottle absently on the bed.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as Steve gradually guided himself onto the toy while using his knees for balance.

“Fuck…”

“Yeah? Does it feel good? About as good as you disrespecting me?”, Eddie growled in annoyance as he pushed down his sweats. “Here are the rules, little boy, and I’m only going to say them once. You are going to bounce on that thing till I tell you to stop. You don’t have to ask to cum. You can cum as much as you want but if you stop moving for one second I will punish you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“If you want my cock tonight, you’re going to have to fucking earn it.”

As soon as Steve began to ride the toy beath him, Eddie spit over the tip of his length and slowly began to stroke himself as he watched his friend obey him. The man’s tongue extended out, desperate as it lightly grazed the metalhead’s shaft before ringed fingers roughly gripped his cheeks.

“I said you have to fucking earn it. We just barely started… such a needy slut aren’t you?”

“Mmph—yes, sir.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a…I’m a needy slut.”

Satisfied he let him go and it wasn’t until Steve came that he allowed him what he craved but just barely.

“Open your mouth. There you go…no, no. Don’t move your head. J-Just warm my cock. Fuck! Thaaaats it. Keep…keep fucking yourself. Get th-that ass nice and open for Daddy, baby.”

You weren’t sure if his audience heard it but Eddie definitely did when Steve’s whine suddenly had an echo. Hanging his head, he slightly turned to allow him to glance your way and he noticed immediately how antsy you were becoming as you squirmed in your chair.

Steve’s rhythm stuttered ever so slightly when he felt the man’s dick twitch in his mouth but Eddie himself never faltered as he lightly smacked the pretty boy’s face again.

“Did I tell you to slow down or stop?”, he grunted roughly and Steve subtly shook his head. “Then keep…GOING...”

You watched as the former jock’s entire body shook as his release spilled for the second time. Your hand felt like it began moving on its own accord as your legs opened and your fingers traced the inside of your thighs.

“Get on to the bed on your hands and knees.”, Eddie instructed and as soon as he listened, the metalhead rose to his feet and stalked your way off camera. He didn’t even hesitate as his fingers grabbed your cheeks and he bent down till his face was level with yours. “What did I fucking say? Don’t fucking touch yourself.”

“Bu—”

“Don’t fucking talk. Don’t say a word, little girl.”, he hissed through gritted teeth. “They may not be able to hear you but I can. You can squirm all you want but you have to be fucking SILENT. If I hear you fucking whimper one more time or your hand even so much as ghosts that dripping pussy, I will kick you out of this room and you will get nothing. Do you understand me?”

When you nod, his dark eyes scan along your face before quickly leaning forward to kiss your lips and release you from his hold.

After fully removing his pants, he climbs up behind the other boy and spanks his behind eliciting a small moan from Steve.

“Are you ready for Daddy to make you cum in front of all those people?”, he says as he points towards the computer.

“Yes, Daddy, please. I need it.”

“You need it? Didn’t you just cum twice already?”

“I did, Daddy, but I want more.”

You covered your mouth immediately to cover the groan that wanted to be heard at Steve’s words.

Why was that so fucking hot?

Even more so when Eddie smirked down as he lined up his cock with the man’s entrance and slowly began pushing himself in. Steve’s mouth fell open as your boyfriend made gradual thrusts allowing him to get accustomed to his size.

“Fuck…so…so big…”

“So fucking tight. Jesus, baby.” After kneading his flesh in his palms, Eddie spanked him hard again and Steve bit his bottom lip to contain the smile that wanted to be seen. “God, sweetheart, look at you. H-How easily you fall apart over my cock.”

After finding a steady rhythm, both men begin to sweat as the metalhead’s tattooed chest glistened and the pretty boy’s hair stuck to his forehead. Wrapping his arms around his chest, Eddie brings Steve up till his back is against him.

“You like this, don’t you? Letting me use you while everyone watches in this tight—fuck—fucking revealing lingerie.”

“Y-Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re such a dirty whore.”

“I am…shit…M’gonna cum. C-Can I, Daddy?”

Pushing his face into the mattress, Eddie grips the back of his neck as he pounds his dick deep inside Steve who cries out in pleasure as his eyebrows raise and he shutters as his seed hits the bed beneath him.

Your boyfriend’s eyes briefly meet yours before squeezing shut as he slams his release into his friend. Both men grunt at the intensity but after a few seconds, Steve can’t help but giggle.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Tilting over him, Eddie pets the boy’s head as he whispers something to him and rises to his feet to saunter to the computer. Once he’s thanked everyone and disconnected, he focuses his attention on you.

“Please.”, you whine, reaching for his hand that he promptly takes and guides you over to his bed.

“What do you need, baby, tell me. Tell me what you feel comfortable with.”, Eddie whispers delicately in your ear.

“Anything with you, Daddy.”

Smiling wide, he pushes up onto his knees and playfully jostles your body as he yanks down your shorts with your panties.

“Jesus, look how fucking wet these are. Did you like our performance?”

“I did. I liked watching you take control of him…watching Steve…fall apart.”

The man beside you grins at your admission as his large palm lazy reaches out to pet your hair back. After taking off your shirt, you half expected him to rest between your legs but when he takes your hand to bring you to a sitting a position, you’re surprised.

“I, um, after everything and seeing you struggle…to control yourself…I…I want to reward you, Y/N. I want you to sit on my face.”

Eddie sees it immediately; the fear that dances through your eyes. What amazes him is his friend’s intuition as Steve’s own eyes blink open and he pushes up onto his elbow.

“Someone make you feel like that was unacceptable?”, he asked and you nodded your head. “Some fucker you cared about?” Again, you nod. “Has Eddie ever made you feel that way?”

“No! God, no. Eddie is perfect! I mean…to me anyway…”

The metalhead softly smiles as he leans towards you to kiss your forehead.

“What about Daddy? Has Daddy ever made you feel like your body is a problem in any way?”

“No…I just…I don’t want to hurt him…”

“Trust me, honey, you’re not going to hurt him. Here, let me show you something. Daddy, lay back.”, Steve instructions making Eddie smirk and slightly roll his eyes as you giggle. Throwing his pillows off to the side, he lays on his head back and folds his hands on his upper torso while he waits for more commands. “Alright, Y/N, come here and…there ya go…place your knees on either side of his head…Perfect. Can you breathe, Munson?”

“Yeah.”

“See, he can talk so that’s the first problem.”, he jokes and your belly shakes as you laugh. “Your knees have all the support, baby, so you can go as low onto him as you want and you can use the headboard as leverage if you need to. You can also balance your palms on his chest if you want or just go full 69. I’m assuming he can smell you which is why he’s half hard again.”

“Shut up, Harrington.”

Steve winks when you laugh again.

“Whenever you’re ready, Y/N.”

Cautiously, you lowered yourself down as Eddie’s palms wrapped around your thighs. A small gasp left your lips as his thick tongue licked a stripe between your folds and you bit your bottom lip.

“His tongue always feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yes…fuck…”

“Why don’t you roll your hips a bit?”

You do as he suggests and your eyes flutter as you feel the organ between his teeth effortlessly glide along your clit to your core.

“Good…good girl. You really are beautiful, Y/N. Don’t let those other assholes belittle that.” He smiles as your palm grips his shoulder. “Is it ok if I kiss you?”

“A-Ask Daddy—mmph—oh my God.”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah…yes…if she’s ok with it. Fuck, Y/N, your pussy tastes so fucking good. You can press down harder if you want to. I’m alright.”, Eddie pants before allowing his mouth to suck and play with your bundle of nerves.

Cupping your cheeks in his hands, Steve tilts down to softly kiss your lips and you welcome it as you open your mouth to allow entry for his own tongue.

“I think you’re beautiful to.”, you exhale breathily, giving him pause until he tenderly smiles and caresses your face with his thumbs.

“Can I show you something else?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I’ll need to touch his cock again. Is that ok?”, he whispers in your ear and you nod. “You may want to hold on tight, honey.”

You look at him with confusion as you watch him slowly descend below Eddie’s waist but as soon as he takes hold of his length and wraps his lips around him, the metalhead’s groan reverberates against you as you feel him cling tighter to your legs and push his head up further into your cunt.

Your hands shoot out to balance on his chest as his tongue devours you and while watching his friend bob his head, you forget your fears as need takes over and you allow your lower half to drop a bit a further down on to his face.

Eddie thrives at the notion, guiding your movements as you grind against his tongue and lips while he moans at Steve’s throat constricting around him.

“Fuck, Daddy!”, you whine as your legs tremble and you collapse on top of him as you come undone.

His arms circle tightly around you, locking you in place while he licks you clean but as he feels your pussy quiver around his tongue it’s more than enough to push him over the edge as his head falls back against the mattress and he spills down the other boy’s throat.

As soon as your able, you roll off him and Eddie promptly sits up to check you over.

“That was amazing, baby. You did so good.”, he praises, his grin growing when you lazily smile in pleasure his way. “Are you two ready for some aftercare?”

Eddie snickers when you both giggle and turn into little kids as you race towards his bathroom. While he gets the bath ready, his gaze continually shifts your way, taking in how comfortable his best friend and girlfriend were as you leaned on his shoulder. He was so thankful that you two were getting along and appreciated how understanding Steve was when it came to your worries.

That night you fell asleep behind the metalhead, snuggling him close to your chest as your steady breathing warmed the back of his neck and heart.

“How much did we make tonight?”, Steve whispered from his place in front of him on his side.

“I don’t know, man, I didn’t have time to check. I was taking care of two weirdos.”, Eddie teased and they both laughed. “I’ll look tomorrow. I need to check on Mill since I didn’t see her name when I first logged in or out.”

“Can I ask you something?” He waits for the metalhead to nod. “You talk about Mill a lot…but she’s just a friend…?

“Yeah. She’s incredibly sweet and easy to talk to. She helps me out with Y/N—”

“But you don’t have her number and you’ve never met her?”

“No…she doesn’t feel comfortable…and I’ve never asked to meet her. I mean… what—what’s the point you’re trying to make here, Steve?”

The boy’s gaze shifts towards your sleeping frame before looking at his friend once more.

“Y/N said something that stood out to me…a couple of things…add in the fact that Mill disappeared yesterday and then minutes later Y/N shows up at your door. You said Mill wasn’t online all day or during the stream…Y/N’s been here all day…”

Eddie’s eyes glance into the void as he searches into his mind, going through past conversations with you and his online friend.

“No. No…she would have…said something. I mean why would she…pretend to be someone else? That’s not like her at all.”

“I don’t know, dude, and whatever it is I don’t think it’s malicious. She seems like a sweet woman and I can tell she cares about you.”

“I care about her to, Steve, like more than I’ve ever cared about any woman. But…”

“I know, Eddie, I know. I’m not the only one who’s had some fucked up relationships and an asshole father. Plus, the fuckers in this town…” As he pauses, Eddie’s eyes close when he feels you exhale and nuzzle your nose into his back. “Just talk to her…see what she says…”

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solarmorrigan · 6 months ago

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In for a Devil of a Night

For the @steddie-spooktober day 30 prompt: "Where in the hell did you find that costume??" Rated: T | Words: 930 | CW: implied sexual content | Tags: established relationship, slutty Halloween costumes: not just for women!, stockings, wouldn't go so far as to say lingerie but it's close, Steve Harrington is a tease, Eddie Munson is whipped Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

“Hey, babe?” Steve’s voice floats back towards Eddie from the bedroom. “Can you come help me with something?”

“Yeah,” Eddie calls back, though it takes him a moment to tear his attention away from the slasher flick playing on the TV.

Steve had wandered off about half an hour ago, just when it had started getting dark, saying he had to put on his costume. Eddie’s already wearing his—has been for most of the day, actually—a relatively simple ensemble of a billowy white shirt, a brown leather vest, and a pirate hat (there had also been an eyepatch, but he’d abandoned that early on).

Neither of them have plans for the night, no Halloween parties or other engagements, just the intent to watch a few scary movies and hand out candy, but Eddie had talked Steve around to dressing up anyway. The kids at the door always love it when Eddie is committed to acting out his costume, and he has every intention of pulling Steve into the bit.

It would help, of course, if Eddie knew what Steve’s costume is, but Steve’s been stubbornly secretive about it – says it’s a surprise.

And, to Steve’s credit, Eddie is very surprised when he gets to the bedroom.

His eyes are glued to Steve’s ass for a solid few seconds before he can take in any other part of the costume, but that really isn’t his fault; it nearly has a target on it, wrapped in tiny, shiny red shorts that draw Eddie’s attention immediately. A long, red, pointed tail hangs from the waistband of the shorts, and Eddie can only curse it for partially obstructing the otherwise perky, rounded view.

Then Steve turns around.

The shorts are, if possible, even more obscene from the front, doing almost nothing to obscure the bulge of Steve’s cock. The fun doesn’t end there, however. The costume (such as it is) doesn’t seem to have come with shoes, but Steve’s made up for that with a pair of silky-looking, red thigh-high stockings, the elastic tops squeezing into the meat of his thick thighs in much the same way Eddie would like to be doing right now.

There are little devil horns situated on top of Steve’s head, poking out from his artfully tousled hair, and there’s red glitter—glitter! Never let it be said that Steve Harrington half-asses his seduction attempts—spread around his sultry, heavy-lidded eyes and over the tops of his cheeks.

It should look cheap and ridiculous, but like just about everything else he puts on, Steve manages to make it sexy. Eddie has had to come to terms with his growing appreciation for preppy polos, and he supposes now he’ll just have to accept his attraction to lamé short shorts.

Unfortunately, since the overall effect of the ensemble has kicked Eddie’s brain offline, the first thing out of his mouth is neither suave nor appreciative.

“Where in the hell did you find that costume?” he blurts.

Steve gives a rolling shrug. “Costume shop,” he says, twitching his hips to the side so that his tail swings out. He grabs it and twirls it in a lazy circle. “I know devils and demons are usually your thing, but I hoped you wouldn’t mind me borrowing the shtick for the night.”

“Uh, no– no, not… at all.” Eddie shakes his head quickly. “Are you, uh– planning to answer the door like that?”

“No,” Steve answers with a smirk. “I thought we could just put out a bowl of candy with a sign telling people to take one, and then we can stay in the bedroom all night.”

Eddie blinks at him. “Steve, that’s a terrible idea,” he says. “’Take one’? No kid in their right mind would take just one. The candy will be gone in fifteen minutes, and then we’ll have kids ringing the doorbell, and when we don’t answer, we’re gonna get egged or some shit.”

With his smirk melting into a frown, Steve drops his tail and crosses his arms over his bare chest, one hip popped out in a way that somehow manages to convey judgement.

“Are you seriously arguing with me right now?” he asks, at once bitchy and incredulous.

“Oh my god.” Eddie takes a moment to stare into the middle distance, letting his brain recalibrate. “What is wrong with me?”

He ducks out of the bedroom, already halfway to their tiny in-home office when Steve calls after him, “Where are you going?”

Eddie backtracks, popping his head back around the doorway. “I’m getting a piece of paper to make the sign.” He points a finger at Steve. “You stay right where you are. I need two minutes to set this up and then I’m gonna come back and ravish you.”

Steve smile is back, soft and amused. “Okay. Go ahead, I’ll wait right here.”

Eddie dashes through writing up the sign (does it matter if it’s legible? It’s just going to be ignored) and is on his way to the kitchen for a bowl when something occurs to him.

“Hey.” He ducks back into the bedroom doorway. “Didn’t you say you needed help with something? What was it?”

Biting his lip, Steve drags a hand down his ribs, over his stomach, and hooks a thumb in the waistband of his shorts. “I need help getting the costume off.”

Tearing himself away to finish setting up the candy is the hardest thing Eddie thinks he’s ever had to do, but with the prospect of Steve to come back to, he manages it (if only just).

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie-spooktober #I spent an afternoon looking at men's sexy halloween costumes for this #also spent an afternoon laughing at men's sexy halloween costumes for this #solar wrote #eddiesteve

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bangaveragewhitewine · 3 months ago

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tender is the Friday night

Dad!Steve Harrington x Mom!Reader

January 1998 Friday nights used to be all about going out - dive bars and karaoke and feeling young and alive. But now, you would not wish to be anywhere other than your sofa in the suburbs.

Part of At Home with The Harringtons

Word count: 3k

Contents: Sickeningly tender casual romance with Mr & Mr H. Parental domesticity with our love birds and their two daughters. Tired parents. An adorable baby and mentions of an exploding diaper and a nosebleed (just in case those are icks for you).

Author’s Note: Well, this has been sitting (mostly finished) in my GDrive since March 2024. I hope it warms your heart on these cold January days! If you see any typos...no you didn't

A warm feeling radiates from deep within your chest as you watch the candle flame flicker and dance on the coffee table. The scent of lavender and bergamot blends with warm milk and baby lotion and the lingering scent of Friday night spaghetti.

For the first time all day, there is no one touching you. No baby swaddled against your heart’s centre, or resting her squishy cheek against your shoulder. No toddler tucked against your side with her curious little fingers poking and stroking at you or her sister. There’s no passing hand squeezing your shoulder or your hip, and no brushing fingers or quick kisses as you pass one child or the other over like a baton so the other can take five minutes to pee in silence or eat a snack without having to share it.

Instead, right now, you are cradled by the soft squish of the sofa beneath you. Untouched. Missing it.

The dancing flame is eclipsed and you are snapped back into consciousness, back into the room where your husband treads across the rug in slow steps on socked feet, gently patting the baby’s back as she fights valiantly against the dragging need for sleep. He is still in his work shirt and slacks - the sleeves are rolled and creased, and there’s a spaghetti sauce stain that is a problem for tomorrow. Steve’s eyes are tired behind his glasses, but you think he might be the most handsome thing you have ever seen.

Ava’s huge eyes peek at you over the breadth of Steve’s shoulder, like a tiny tired marsupial. Despite her Dad’s warm tapping fingers, she’s holding back a burp to eke out just a little more time before bed.

You get it. You do the same thing, resisting the urge to close your eyes and say good night to Steve. You always want one more minute with him, one more kiss.

Steve gets it too. One more thing to tell you, one more ‘love you’, his voice sleep-slurred.

“C’mon, bubba. I know it’s there,” Steve’s voice is low and quiet as he kisses Ava’s head. He nuzzles against her silk soft baby hair and you watch his own eyes blink in that same sleepy way.

“Want me to try?”

Your voice makes his eyes pop open again. Steve pushes his bone-deep tiredness behind a little smile as he adjusts Ava and the muslin cloth to his other shoulder.

“Mm-mm, I got it.”

It takes a few more minutes before his coaxing and patting pays off and Steve tells the baby how wonderful she is as he wipes her milky mouth. Ava looks so small still in his arms, a tiny thing in the strong and steady cradle of her Dad’s arms. She has given up the fight to stay awake and your heart pangs already for the newborn she was a few weeks ago.

Steve dips down slowly on cracking knees so that you can kiss her good night before he brings her up to bed.

That intoxicating baby smell makes your chest flutter as you brush a tiny kiss on her cheek. It will only be a few hours before she is awake again, needing to be changed and fed and soothed. Despite how wrung-out you feel, your heart yearns for the way Ava gazes up at you during her feeds; her eyes can focus a little more now, and her smiles are plentiful for her favourite people.

“Goodnight, sweet girl. Love you.”

Steve ignores the pulling ache in his lower back so you can dole out a few more butterfly kisses. He is rewarded with his own lingering cheek kiss; you nuzzle the stubble there and tell him to go on up before you ruin her sleep schedule with your massive affections or consume her whole because she is simply so delicious.

He talks to sleeping Ava quietly as he ascends the stairs, his voice getting further away and more quiet until it picks up on the baby monitor.

“How ‘bout it, kid? You sleep really good tonight so Mama and I can not be zombies tomorrow? S’a no brainer to me, sweetpea. We’ll be way more fun tomorrow if we get a little more sleep. Promise you.”

You listen, feeling full-hearted as you try not to melt into the couch and you vow to get up in just a minute to fetch him a well-deserved beer and something from your candy stash. It was a beyond-deserved treat after a long week of work and a full evening of Beth not wanting him to be out of her sight, wanting to always hold his hand or be held by him in this new bout of separation anxiety that had come with big-sisterhood. Beth missed him terribly when he was not there - a heartache you knew all too well.

It stung too when she wanted him instead of you; when her face fell a little when she looked around or called for him and Steve was not there, when she was stuck with second best again (at least that is how it felt some days). You had all been totally spoiled during his paternity leave, which bled into winter break at Steve’s school. And then January came and Steve returned to work (with a heart full of reluctance and dread), and you had evenings and weekends to get you through the dark winter days.

Over the baby monitor you hear Steve’s foot on the squeaky floorboard and the barest hint of the breath he holds as he waits and watches to see if Ava will wake. You smile, seeing it all play out in your mind's eye as he backs slowly out to check on Beth before grabbing the quickest shower and changing out of his work clothes hours after returning home. Finally, finally, he is on his way to you and you don’t have to share.

As he washes the school day off, you make yourself get up so you do not succumb to sleepiness. You could follow him up, sit on the toilet lid and talk through the curtain of steam, or get distracted gazing at the sleeping girls when you could be gathering laundry. After a once around the kitchen, tidying the detritus of another day, you return to the sofa with a cold beer for Steve, a peppermint tea for yourself and two packs of Reese’s Crunchy Cookie Cups to satiate the post-dinner sugar craving. The couch cradles you once more and you hear Steve’s steady tread on the stairs. Perfect timing.

Steve’s tired smile, when he skids into the living room in his socks, reminds you of the golden glow of the setting sun.

“Hi.”

He is nearly breathless after his change into clean sweats, speedy so that he can melt into the sofa and into you without waiting another moment. Steve is greedy for his time with you, that peaceful pocket of you that he does not need to share. His hair is a damp riot after tugging his hoodie on, towel-dry and tangles combed out, and his glasses are slightly skewed on his face. You are besotted with him.

“Hi.”

Your arms open wide for him and Steve thinks that this must be how sailors felt after months at sea. He lays his body mostly on top of yours, making you breathless and giggly as he noses at your neck; he is shower-warm with the clean scent of his shower gel. A small voice in your head reminds you that you are still un-showered, contaminating him, but when Steve kisses from your pulse point all the way up to your lips, that thought easily ignored. You hold him to you, winding your arms and legs with him so that he never ever can leave.

“Missed you.” His voice is warm and tickling and so tender. He kisses your laughter away before pulling back just enough to look at you. “Did you get more beautiful today? Damn…”

You had not felt particularly beautiful today but under Steve’s toasty gaze, you feel like a precious gem.

“I think I have oatmeal in my hair since this morning and I put on deodorant three times.” Your fingers find their home in Steve’s thick hair, sliding and pressing against his scalp. “That really does it for you, huh?”

You watch him melt a little and he smiles up at you, nodding minutely. “Oh yeah. You have spit-up on your sleeve too. That’s hot, babe.”

Tired eyes roll as Steve rests his head on you again, guided down to rest by your gentle hand. This was dangerous territory, getting comfortable like this when you were both totally wiped of energy. More than once, you had both dozed off just like this and woke to a crying baby or toddler with little time to nurse your sore neck or dead arm.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet,” you murmur, wobbling Steve’s head gently. “Barely seen you.”

His closed eyes open slowly and he rubs his face before slapping his own cheek. “M’awake. Promise.”

Steve moves enough to reach his beer on the coffee table, chugs a third of it and settles down on you again, careful not to rest too heavy on your tender chest.

“Missed you today, Mrs H.”

He had called you from work on his lunch break, needed to hear your voice after a particularly challenging morning of check-in appointments and lesson plans with the kids who needed his help and meetings with concerned parents.

“Missed you more, handsome.”

Your call had been cut off by an explosive diaper and the tears that ensued (Ava's from her discomfort, Beth’s because she did not get to speak to Dada, yours because everything felt utterly overwhelming). By the time you could call him back - once everyone had calmed down and there were smiles all ‘round - Steve had a kid with a nosebleed to deal with and you left him a voicemail (mainly of Beth) for when he got back to his cellphone. He had listened to it three times before launching into the final furlong of the school day before the bell signalled freedom for the weekend.

“Shitty day?” you ask, knowing already that it was. You had asked earlier how Steve’s day was and he had sighed and brushed it off, took the distraction of Beth wanting uppies so she could put a clip in his hair instead of releasing that pressure valve that had been tight and tense all day.

“Yeah. Fridays aren’t supposed to be crazy.” Your sweater muffles his voice as he rubs his cheek against washed-soft cotton, one of your daughter’s comfort tics, a tell of tiredness even when she insists that she is no tired, Mama!

“M’sorry, big guy.” You kiss his head, closing your eyes as you pour all of the love you have for him into the crown of his head.

Steve feels that love, the warm wash of adoration and goodness that spills forth from you, and he soaks it up.

“S’just hard some days. I try to make a difference and just when you get somewhere with a kid before the winter break, they come back to school and whatever’s going on at home has pushed them back like four steps.”

He cares so much, and it makes you heartache to see how frustrating his work can be and how frustrated he gets when it all feels futile.

You trace swirling patterns on his back “Those kids are lucky to have you, Stevie. You’re always on their side. M’sorry it was a hard day.”

Steve rests his chin carefully on the shelf of your breasts, smiles softly. “Thank you,” his voice is quiet. You never brush off his frustrations, his moods. You listen and Steve knows you see him, all of him. You never placate or pander, and you are never afraid to try to talk him around or be a little bit blunt when he’s being thick-headed.

“You had a hard day too,” Steve says after a moment. “I can tell.”

You shrug a little, as much as you can with your human blanket weighing you into the sofa (you have not felt so comfortable all day). “There were hard bits, but it wasn’t bad. Beth was kinda clingy, and then when Ava was down she didn’t want me at all.”

There is an almost imperceptible wobble in your voice, but Steve hears it and holds you tighter.

“She was really helpful with Ave though. Super big sister,” you promise. “Just a few tricky parts.”

You do not say how much you missed him, how much Beth missed him and how, without his magic touch, it had been hard to work the rattling gas from Ava’s milk-filled belly. He knows, and it kills him. He missed you too, and he missed Beth’s clever chatter and Ava’s gurgling and gassy smiles.

Both content to sit in silence, you are too tired to reach for the remote and choose something to watch (or ignore), comfortable to just listen to the sound of breathing over the baby monitor and the crackle of your burning candle.

Steve lifts his head after a few minutes, a dreamy smile on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes. “Remember when we used to go out on Fridays?”

As if you could forget. When you first got together, your Friday nights were spent bar hopping or holed up in a booth in your favourite dive until the need to do karaoke pulled you out onto the streets singing What’s Up and Achy Breaky Heart. Dancing in sweaty clubs to Rhythm Is a Dancer and hosting dinner parties in your apartment which often ended up with a late-hour idea to go out again, or at least venture out to get more wine and beer from the shop on the corner.

A face-aching smile spreads across your face. “Remember when Corroded played that gig at Lounge Ax? The metal night?” Steve’s face tells you he will never ever forget it. “Nance and I ran that merch table like marines.” Your voice is giggle-filled, remembering the all-hands-on-deck weekend when Eddie’s band got a headline spot and he almost puked from nerves and a pre-show shot of whiskey.

“You were the hottest roadie ever,” you tease, squeezing his bicep.

There is an album of pictures in the photo trunk, a mix of your own snaps and Jonathan’s professional shots. If you were not so comfy, you would make Steve haul it out. But for now, in your comfy state, you are content with the memories.

“Two words.” Steve’s laughing now, body shaking as he tries to hold it in. He keeps his eyes on you to see your reaction. “Frozen daiquiris.”

Immediately you are brought back to the summer of ‘92 when you and Robin overdid it on fajitas and homemade frozen cocktails in the tiny kitchen of your apartment near Logan Square. You had truly never felt worse.

“Don’t, I’ll puke.” You shudder at the thought of artificial strawberry and white rum, of dancing on the coffee table to Baby Got Back and crying when the pizza place forgot the mozzarella sticks with your takeout order.

Steve muffles his laughter, hoping not to wake the sleeping girls upstairs.

The urge to get him back becomes too good to resist. “Okay, Mr Flaming Sambucca, simmer down.”

His laughter turns to a groan and he hides his face against your chest. “Nooo. Don’t even go there.”

You dissolve into laughter with him, sharing little memories of Friday nights past. Of making far too many fajitas for a Mexican-themed dinner party and accidentally crashing someone’s wedding photos at Navy Pier. There were quiet nights to balance the crazy ones; date nights with just you and Steve, when he took you to your first Cubs game and you were spotlighted on the KissCam, and a night out in a far-too-fancy wine bar that left you hungry for greasy burgers and fries in your nice clothes on the way home. Nights like this one too when you lay together on a too-small sofa, too zapped of energy after the work week to go out again or socialise, when being quiet with each other was exactly what you needed.

Cheeks warm and abdominals aching, you feel lighter and brighter than you have in days. Remembering the past has been like a factory reset, reminiscing rather than planning grocery lists and washing baby vests, or worrying about who will look after the kids once your maternity leave ends, if you can afford unpaid leave. Thinking about those two twenty-somethings who found each other while finding their way in the world, instead of numbing your brain with reruns or falling asleep before 8pm, was exactly what you needed.

“Are we boring now? Boring parents?” you ask as you wind a strand of honey brown around your finger.

“Mm, maybe. I dunno, I think we’re still fun.” Steve smiles up at you, his eyes are warm and brighter than they have been in days behind his glasses. “Wouldn’t change this for anything.”

There’s a wave of adoration that washes over you, warming you to the bone and you squish Steve as hard as you can.

“Even for one more karaoke night in McCalls?” you ask, dropping kisses along his hairline. The dive had closed not long after you moved to the suburbs, and Robin tried to insist that your move was the reason it shut.

He shakes his head minutely, leans closer to catch your lips in a sweet little kiss. “Mm-mm, even that. A full night of sleep would be nice, but no. M’happy.”

You smile against his lips, savouring the feeling of his lips and the hoppy tint of beer that lingers long after the bottle has been drained.

“I like being boring with you.”

Steve lights up the same way Beth does when she’s giggly-happy, with the same pink cheeks and sparkling eyes. “I don’t want to be boring with anyone else.”

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