#steve harrington x f!reafer

[poeticandors]

Your Touch (Has Me Craving More)

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Part 5 of the TOUCH series

Summary: It's your birthday and Steve has a few gifts in mind to give you.

WARNINGS: 18+ Content (Minors DNI), sexual language, use of a sex toy, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, cursing

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! But thank you all to those who have waited patiently. I hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

GIF by @his-name-is-ed

“I can’t believe you’re here working on your birthday,” Robin scoffs, leaning over the counter as you kneel in front of it, stocking up the shelves with snacks and candy. 

“It’s fine, not like I had made any plans, anyway,” you shrug, standing up with the empty boxes as you walk to the back room, Robin hot on your trail.

“That’s exactly my point. You should’ve had Steve come in for you. If he was really your best friend, he would’ve done so without hesitation.” 

“Steve worked the last four days in a row, and closed three of them, I figured he needed a break.” 

The truth was, you did think about calling Steve and asking him to take your shift. The only plans you had to celebrate your birthday was dinner with your family, and then you were going to spend the rest of your night with Steve. He mentioned that he had a gift for you, and it would have seemed fine, except that Steve was very ominous about the gift, and asked that you go to his house again so that he could give it to you. 

So, rather than switch shifts, you decided that work would help take over your mind and you wouldn’t be focused on the secret gift that Steve had for you. Except, it made you even more distracted. You weren’t sure if Steve got you an actual gift, or if he was hinting at a different type of gift. One that perhaps involved the both of you naked with your bodies pressed against one another as your lips traced every inch of open skin of his. 

You weren’t sure what was going on with you. It was as if Steve had taken over your mind completely– you thought of him constantly over the last few days. The image of him touching and kissing your body was etched into your mind, and the sounds he made when he came all over your hand played on a loop. You wanted to feel and hear more of him– you wouldn’t be truly satisfied until you could actually feel him inside of you. 

“Hello? Are you even listening to me?” Robin waves her hand in front of you as you come to. 

“Oh– sorry, yes,” you feel the goosebumps trail up your arms as you turn your focus back to Robin. This was slowly starting to become an issue. It was one thing to think about Steve fucking you in the privacy of your bedroom, but now you were thinking about him at work. 

“You weren’t, but I’ll ask again. Are you and Steve doing anything for your birthday?”

Almost dropping the box you were carrying, you quickly look over at Robin. “What– me and Steve?”

She knows, you panic internally. Oh, fuck, she knows about us.

“Well, yeah? Don’t you guys normally do something for your birthdays? Like have a movie night or something?”

“Oh… right, yeah,” you clear your throat, setting the empty boxes down to be tossed out later. “He mentioned having a present for me at his house later. I was going to go see him after dinner with my family.”

“I hope he got you something that doesn’t suck.” 

Laughing softly, you walk back to the front of the store with Robin. Luckily, since it was the middle of the day, there weren’t any customers at the moment so you typically spent time like this gossiping with Robin. 

“I’m sure I’ll like whatever he gets me.” 

“Okay, okay. In all seriousness though,” Robin sits on the counter. “When are you going to admit that you like him?” 

You freeze, glancing over at her. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh, come on,” she scoffs, leaning forward. “Everyone knows you guys have a thing for each other. It’s like, completely obvious.” 

“Robin, Steve and I are just friends.”

“No, Steve and I are just friends. Steve and Nancy are just friends. But you and Steve definitely have something different going on. How can you not see that?”

“I– because there isn’t anything going on. We’ve always been friends—“

“I thought you guys stopped talking for a bit? When he was all ‘oh, look at me. I’m King Steve, look at how wonderful my hair is, I can get with any girl I want’,” she mocks, flicking her hair back in what was supposed to be an imitation of Steve.

“Okay, even still. I thought of him as my friend and nothing has changed from before to now even with that small period of time.”

“Except for the way you guys look at each other, and how you guys are always together. Even when you’re not together, you are always talking about one another. Especially the last few days. It’s like all you’ve done is spend time with one another.”

You scoff lightly, placing a hand on your hip. “I— no we haven’t. We’ve seen you too—“

“Oh, no. Don’t you even dare,” she chuckles, jumping off the counter. “You guys have literally only seen me at work.”

“Robin, there is nothing going on between me and Steve. Seriously,” you shake your head.

Before Robin could argue, a group of young pre-teen girls walk inside, and you let out a breath of relief at the interruption. The girls begin talking and giggling loudly, debating on which movie to choose before one finally decides to walk over towards you and Robin.

“I have to rewind some tapes. You take care of this.” You quickly walk off before Robin can say anything else, heading straight towards the back room where a tub of returned VHS tapes sits untouched. 

It was a silly thing for Robin to say, wasn’t it? How could she think that there was something going on between you and Steve like that? Sure… you both agreed to be friends with benefits and he has been with you intimately the last few days, but that didn’t mean that you were catching romantic feelings for him, right? It’s not like he was constantly on your mind or that you were eager to see him more and more each passing day. 

Except… that he was always on your mind and you did look forward to seeing him each day– it was like your heart would burst the moment you laid eyes on him when he walked in the room. Steve was the only person you could think of to help get you off when you masturbated to the image of him touching and kissing you. Steve could do anything, the smallest thing, and you would find yourself smiling or laughing no matter what. 

Of course, you had always wondered what it would be like to date Steve. You wondered if he would look at you the way he did when he was with all the other girls he dated when you were in high school. Would he have shown you off in the same way? How often would he have taken you out on dates? 

Sighing, you take the first tape and get to work on rewinding it. You were being ridiculous, fantasizing about that. It wasn’t like it would happen anyways or that Steve had feelings for you. He was your best friend, after all. He only agreed to sleep with you so that you could explore your sexuality and not be a virgin anymore. There weren’t supposed to be any romantic feelings at all during this. 

So why were you starting to catch feelings for him? 

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You walk up to Steve’s house, looking around to see just his car in the driveway. As you stand in front of the door, you can’t help but hesitate to knock. What gift could he have possibly gotten you that you had to wait all day for? That wasn’t the only reason you didn’t knock, however. Your conversation with Robin stayed in your head the rest of the day until your shift, even through the dinner with your family. You kept trying to convince yourself that all of the constant thoughts about Steve were only because you two have become closer more intimately and that it had nothing to do with romantic feelings. 

But when Steve opened up the door, everything that was running through your mind right now was put on hold. Steve stood with his hands on his waist, his usual grin plastered on his face. You liked the way he smiled at you— it was almost as if the smile was only reserved for you. 

“There’s the birthday girl,” he steps forward, enveloping you in his arms. The scent of his cologne overtook your sense of smell, and you found yourself wishing he would keep his arms around you. “Happy birthday, babe.”

“Thanks, Stevie,” you smile, pulling back before following him inside. 

“Okay, so… I did get you a present,” he states as you both walk up to his room. “But… it’s not something you should probably show anyone else. Also, if you don't want it, I totally understand. I can get you something else but… I just want you to at least see it first.” 

Confused, you stay silent as you follow him into his room. You see a box tied up with a bow sitting on his bed, and look over at him. Steve motions to it, stuffing his hands in his pockets before you walk towards his bed. Opening the box, you almost drop it to the ground at the sight of the vibrator surrounded by tissue paper. Your face feels hot all of a sudden, and you quickly set the box on his bed.

“I- uh… Steve?” You look over at him as he steps towards you.

“Okay, I knew you would freak out a bit. But… I mean, it isn’t that intimidating, right?” he shrugs, before reaching into the box and grabbing it. 

Obviously you had never used a vibrator, or any other type of sex toy for the matter. So, to you, the vibrator was definitely intimidating. Why Steve bought this for you, you weren’t sure. Steve weighs the vibrator in his hand, and then looks over at you. 

“What do you think, sweetheart?” 

“I… it’s a thoughtful gift. But, why did you pick a vibrator to give me?”

“I thought that maybe you would want to try a different way of getting yourself off,” he answers nonchalantly, as if it was totally obvious. “This right here will do the trick and make you feel really good.” 

There he goes again. As if you weren’t already trying to push down that fuzzy feeling in your chest, Steve has to go and say something like that and cause the feeling to rise once more. All Steve has been wanting to do for you is help you throughout this newfound experience for you. As he has said time and time again, he just wants you to feel good and find ways to explore yourself and your body. 

Steve hands the vibrator out to you and you look down at it. It wasn’t too big or heavy, and seemed like the most convenient size to you. You could easily find a place to keep it hidden until you finally moved out of your parent’s house like you had been planning. 

“What do you think, babe?” 

“Thank you for this,” you smile lightly. “Really, I appreciate the gift. I’m excited to try it.” 

Steve nods, and the look on his face tells you that he is relieved and pleased that you didn’t turn down the gift. There’s another look in his eye that you can’t quite place, though you’re sure he has something to say on the matter. 

“So…”

“So what?” 

“Are you going to try it?” 

“What- right now?” You chuckle, bemused. “...You’re not serious, are you?”

“Why not? Now is honestly the perfect time to try it out. That way, you can decide if you truly like it or not.” 

Holy shit, Steve really was being serious. You don’t know why this was still surprising to you– you literally saw Steve naked a few days ago and gave him a hand job. Not to mention, he also saw you naked as well. So why were you being so shy again? 

“You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable,” Steve steps forward, pulling you from your thoughts. “I just thought–”

“Okay. I’ll try it now.” 

Steve slowly smiles as his eyes shine. “Yeah? You sure?” 

 “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure. I want to try it now. Here, with you,” you pause. “I mean… not with you, unless you do want to help me with it. Like teach me how to use it.” 

It was too late to turn back now. You hoped that you didn’t sound too eager, but at this point you had no reason to be shy with Steve anymore. Plus… the thought of him helping you with using a sex toy made your chest warm. Except, you didn’t want it to seem like he had to help you, despite everything he has been saying.

“But I don’t expect you–”

“You kidding me?” Steve quickly interjects. “Of course I’ll help you. I mean- I made sure it was ready to go for you, after all.”

You want to laugh out how eager Steve suddenly gets, as if he was waiting for you to offer that the moment you opened the gift. He steps towards you, taking the toy, and setting it back on his bed. Exhaling softly, you gaze at Steve, taking in the closeness of him as you feel him place his hand on your hip. 

“Can I help you get ready?” He asks, his eyes flicking to your mouth. You glance at his lips as well, taking in the sight of how pink and kissable they looked. All you wanted in that moment was to feel his lips on yours, so you answered him with a kiss.

Steve pulls you closer to him, both hands now on your waist as you press yourself against him. After your first kiss with Steve, you couldn’t stop thinking about how good just doing that had felt. It was so right, and you knew the other guys before that you had kissed could never compare. You grip Steve’s collar, before you feel him walk you back towards his bed, and he pulls back as his fingers graze lower and lower towards the hem of your dress. 

“Is this okay?” He breathes out against your mouth. “Can I—“

“Yes,” you pull him back to you, quickly kissing him again. 

He wastes no time in returning the kiss, and only moves away to lift your dress up over your head. Steve consumed all of your senses in this moment– his scent was all around you, the taste of him was on your lips, and you relished in the sound of the soft moan he let out as you pressed yourself against him. Your hands lie flat on his chest before you move them down to tug at the bottom of his shirt, and he shakes his head as he breaks the kiss. 

“Steve–”

“This is about you, remember?” He gently pushes you back to lie on the mattress. 

Steve crawls over you, kissing up along your skin as he makes his way up to your neck. A shiver travels all the way down between your legs as his lips graze against your jaw, and you feel one of his hands come up, just brushing along the side of your breast before it shifts over. He presses his lips to yours once more before he pulls back. 

Steve grabs at the waistband of your underwear and begins tugging them off of you and fuck, you don’t know why you’re suddenly feeling shy. It wasn’t as if Steve hadn’t seen you naked already. You open your eyes, watching as he reaches over for the vibrator, and holds it to you. 

“I–”

“There are a few settings with this one: a slow, medium, fast, and pulsating vibrations,” he places it in your hand with his moving to cover yours. “I would suggest starting off with the slow one, but that’s totally up to you.” 

He kisses you, slow and deep as you grip the toy, and suddenly feel the steady vibrations in your hand. It didn’t seem too much, you felt that you could handle it, and the anticipation was getting the better of you. You could feel how wet you were between your legs already, that was the effect Steve had over you. 

Steve shifts to move next to you as you sit up against the pillows slightly, leaning over to kiss your jaw down to your neck as he keeps his hand over yours as you grip the toy. He gently helps you ease it down to your legs, brushing it over your thigh as you breathe shakily. 

“You wanna keep going?” Steve murmurs against your skin, his breath hot. 

You nod in response, spreading your legs open a little more as Steve moves the toy between your legs. The vibrations tickle against the inside of your thigh as he inches closer and closer to the spot craving to be touched the most. Steve claims your mouth with his once more just before the vibrator presses against your clit. 

Gasping against Steve’s mouth, you jump slightly at the feeling of the new sensation. You weren’t sure what to do other than let the toy do the work, but Steve on the other hand continued kissing along your body, keeping his hand over yours to ensure the toy stays in place. Steve trails his kisses up along your neck, and you can’t help the moan that slips out both from him kissing that sweet spot as well as the toy between your legs, bringing a wonderful new feeling.

“How’s that?” He whispers, pulling back to look down at you, his brown eyes blown. 

“Good… it feels so good.” 

“Want me to turn it up? Or do you want to keep it at the same–”

“More. I want more, Steve,” you all but whine, before pulling him back down to kiss you. 

You feel Steve smirk against your lips before there is a small click, and the vibrations quicken between your legs. Your muscles tense, but you keep the toy in place, feeling yourself becoming wetter. Why haven't you gotten one of these toys before now? The pleasure it was bringing you was intoxicating. 

But was it the toy, or was it the fact that Steve was here kissing, touching, and helping you bring yourself closer and closer to your impending orgasm? Because you wanted more of Steve– you wanted his lips on every inch of your skin and you wanted his hands touching and squeezing every part of your body. 

Movement from Steve stirs you from your thoughts, and you open your eyes to see Steve moving lower and lower down the bed, where he settles to get a direct view of your pussy. 

“Steve–”

“I just want to help you out a little more, sweetheart,” he brings one of your legs over his shoulder, putting you both in a more intimate position. Steve grabs your hand that grips the toy and begins guiding it all around your pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. 

Moaning loudly, you cover your mouth with your free hand as Steve looks up at you. 

“Don’t stop making those pretty noises on my account, beautiful. Let me hear you.”

Steve must’ve changed the setting to the highest it could go to because before you knew it, you were feeling the vibrations curl your toes. You barely register Steve’s soft lips brushing the inside of your thigh and you feel your back begin to arch off the mattress. 

“Fuck! Oh my god—“

“That’s it, baby. Fuck— do you realize how hot you look right now? Jesus… I’m so fucking hard just watching you.”

Listening to the words coming out of Steve’s mouth has more cries of pleasure coming out of yours and before you know it, your orgasm hits you hard. You grip the sheet and Steve pushes your legs apart to keep them from squeezing around the toy, feeling his eyes on your exposed pussy. 

The toy gets pulled away and you feel your body fall slack against the mattress, exhaustion from the toll of the orgasm washing over you. As you lie there trying to compose yourself, Steve once again begins kissing the inside of your thigh, making his way up. It dawns on you where he inches closer and closer to, and you look down at him.

“Steve, what—“

“I just want to try something with you,” his warm breath fans against your skin. “I think you might like it.”

He kisses much closer to your cunt, and you breathe shakily. Steve wants to go down on you. He watched you come from the vibrator as he held it with you, and now he wants to eat you out. Steve looks up at you, his eyes full of hunger and want that sends your mind spiraling. Has he ever looked at anyone else like that, you wonder. 

“If you want me to stop–” 

“Don’t. Don’t stop.” 

Steve smirks, before he surges up and kisses you deeply. Grabbing his face, you return the eagerness of the kiss as you pull him over you. He pulls away only to begin trailing soft kisses along your jaw, moving to your neck down towards your chest. Your bra was still on, so Steve takes it upon himself to reach behind you to unclasp it before he throws it to the ground with the rest of your clothes. He takes one of your breasts in his hand, while the other he begins to kiss tenderly, flicking his tongue over your nipple. 

You can’t think of a better feeling than Steve’s body pressed against yours and his hands and mouth caressing you. He gives attention to both of your breasts, moving over to kiss the other while switching over to squeeze the former. Steve begins trailing kisses down the middle of your torso until he settles back between your legs.

He pushes your legs apart, then stares down at your pussy like it’s the best gift he’s received. His silence unnerves you for a moment, but it washes away the moment he licks his lips before delving in. 

“Ohhh, fuck,” your mouth falls open as your head tilts back. Steve circles his tongue around your cunt slowly, teasingly as his fingers press into your thighs. 

“Holy shit, babe,” Steve pulls away, only to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

Steve moves his mouth back over you, his tongue flat as he licks up your entire pussy. Steve’s mouth feels so fucking good— you think it feels even better than the toy. He moves his tongue expertly, lightly kissing and sucking everywhere he can. 

You roll your hips against his mouth as he hums, and you look down at him only to find that he is watching you closely. Your eyes lock for a moment, the gesture so intimate it has your heart racing. What was going on in his mind right now? Was he as turned on as you were at the moment? 

His tongue rolls against your clit as you shiver, moaning as you let your head fall back once more. Steve’s hand squeezes your thigh, and you feel it move towards your center as he slowly pushes a finger inside of you. Gripping the sheets, you take in the pleasure of both his finger and mouth as soft cries release from you. Steve focuses entirely on your clit, sucking and licking at it while his finger works inside you before he adds a second one. 

“Fuck, Steve… don’t stop,” you mewl as he begins curling his fingers. 

“That good, huh?” He chuckles deeply, teasingly as he pulls back slightly, still pumping his fingers as you nod. Steve brings his mouth back to your clit, continuing the movements of his tongue from before as you bask in the pleasure again. 

Your arousal was at an all time high, and you knew that Steve was close to bringing you to your second orgasm. It starts to build up, slowly pooling inside you as Steve moves his fingers and licks at you. He moves his tongue and fingers just right, and you find yourself reaching down to gather a fistful of his hair. 

Steve moans against you, moving closer as he eagerly works his mouth over your clit. You pull tighter as you lose yourself to Steve’s touch, rolling your hips for more of that amazing sensation. 

“Oh, fuck– Steve, I’m gonna–”

“Go on, beautiful. Come all over my mouth,” he murmurs against you, curling his fingers to hit that spot you’ve been craving since he started. 

With the wonderful rhythm of Steve’s fingers, his tongue, and the movement of your hips all meeting together at once, you begin to feel the music rattle along your spine as your orgasm releases. A symphony of moans and cries of Steve’s name over and over again fill the room as your back arches up off the mattress. When it all comes to an end, you find yourself exhausted as you fall back against the bed, your chest rising and falling as you pant. 

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Steve slowly pulls his fingers back, and gives one last lick to your sensitive pussy, a jolt shooting through you. 

“Sorry, just couldn’t resist,” he chuckles deeply, shifting on the bed. 

You look up at him, your vision coming together as Steve becomes clear. You take in the sight of him, his hair a mess from you grabbing onto it, his cheeks slightly pink, and the shine on his lips from your wetness. His gaze was soft as he looked down at you with such a fondness that caused the fluttering in your chest to quicken. 

He was beautiful. 

“Are you doing okay, honey?” He asks, pulling you back from your stray thoughts as you blink.

“Yeah– yep,” you nod, quickly looking away. “Sorry, I'm still trying to settle myself I guess.” 

It soon dawns on you that you were the only one not wearing clothes, and you bring your arms over your chest to cover yourself as best you could. Steve takes notice, and shifts so he can bring the blanket over you. 

“Thanks,” you smile slightly, pulling the blanket up to your chest as Steve sits against his head board. 

“How do you feel?” He asks, his arm brushing against yours. You wish that you could feel his touch again like before– his hands roaming and squeezing along your body while his lips brushed against your skin. 

“Good– great. I feel amazing,” you look over at him. “I don’t know why, but I feel really exhausted from that.” 

“Yeah, well, I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?” He grins, laughing when you take his spare pillow and smack him with it.

“I’m pretty sure the vibrator made me come harder than you,” you tease. Though, it was a lie.

Steve looks at you like he knows it’s a lie, too. He gives a smug look as he reaches over to grab the vibrator and set it on his bedside table before settling next to you. The two of you sit in a comfortable, familiar silence– one that didn’t make you feel awkward about feeling naked sitting next to your best friend.    

The best friend who just helped you come from both a vibrator and his mouth. 

Glancing down, you see the slight bulge pressing against his jeans. “...Do you want me to–”

“No, no. You don’t have to do anything,” he waves you off. “It’s your day today, sweetheart.” 

You nod, slightly disappointed at the comment. While it was nice of Steve, you wanted him to feel good as well. Even if you didn’t know much yet, you were willing to try. 

“Do you want to stay?” He asks, looking down at you. 

“Oh, um… should I?” 

“Why not? You’ve stayed the night before plenty of times.” He shrugs. “Plus, it’s late and I don’t want you driving at this time of night. What kind of gentleman would I be if I just let you drive off this late?” 

You smile slightly because you knew he was right. You don’t even know why you asked that, you knew Steve was more than comfortable with you staying with him overnight. But this felt different. You never wanted to be around Steve as much as you have as of late. Sure, you did enjoy his company, but now… this was different. You looked forward to spending your time with him at work and outside of work. You longed for him to glance at you when he wasn’t looking, and you ached to be touched by him. 

Maybe Robin was right… Maybe there was something between you and Steve. 

But did Steve feel the same way? What if you decided to admit how you felt about him and he didn’t feel the same? You couldn’t bear the humiliation and losing your best friend all in one moment. 

“So? Are you going to stay? I even have some of your clothes left over still,” he grins, and you’re sure it’s from the memory of the last time you slept in his bed next to him. 

Pondering for a moment, you finally cave and nod as Steve gets out of his bed and walks towards his dresser. He takes his shirt off as well, tossing it to his laundry bin as you stare at the muscles of his back, shoulders, and arms. You always thought Steve looked fit, but seeing him like this, just the two of you alone and in his room… 

“Here you go. They’re clean, don’t worry,” Steve walks back, holding the clothes back to you. 

“Thanks.” 

You take the clothes from him as you sit up and the blanket falls from your chest. Your eyes meet Steve’s, and for a moment neither of you say anything. Steve’s eyes slowly trail down to your breasts, staring for a moment and you think he is going to say something before he clears his throat, and looks away.

Disappointed, you slowly pull your shirt and shorts on while Steve pushes his pants off. Once you get settled you move over to let Steve climb in after he turns his light off, lifting the blanket over you both. The two of you lie down, facing one another as you stare quietly. Steve leaves a comfortable space in between you both as he always does, but something deep inside of you wishes he would fill that space by moving closer to you. 

“Comfortable?” He asks. The moonlight shining through the slits in his blinds helps you get a glimpse of the soft look on his face as he stares at you. You want to lean over and kiss him, but instead stay in place. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you pull the blanket up under your chin.  

“Good,” Steve pauses, as if to say something more, and you hope it’s something along the lines of him asking to move closer to you because you were craving his touch once more. 

But he doesn’t. 

“Night, babe. Happy birthday again.”

“...Night, Steve. Thank you for your gifts.”

He chuckles softly, before he shifts under the blanket and after a moment you hear his breathing settle in a soft pattern. So many thoughts and images of Steve from earlier flood your mind that you find it hard to sleep at first. Rolling over, you hug Steve’s pillow and take in his scent, and feel yourself beginning to settle in a deep sleep that was sure to be filled with dreams of the two of you.

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