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ohcaptains · 2 years

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imagine steve harrington flirting with an inexperienced girl, she’s a friend of his and he’s so in love with her, but she’s clueless and oblivious… he does, however, know she returns his feelings so he focus all of his attention on her and making her blush bUT! when they finally kiss for the first time it’s steve that loses it and it’s steve that asks “can i please be your boyfriend now?”

“why’re you spending all your time with me? it’s your party — go and mingle.”

holding a cup filled with alcohol steve had poured for you. a unique concoction of gin and this special mixer that he’d kept especially for himself — but you can have some of my passion fruit tonic water babe, but only you.

passion fruit huh?

i can get fancy, he’d responded, and wiggled his brows, face all cheeky and cute that you stared for too long, but steve didn’t look away. he never did with you.

“everyone else is so boring,” he smiles, jutting his chin to the party that’s in full swing, bruce springsteen blowing the lid off of his homely bungalow. he points to you, and you see his drink slosh in his cup. “no, you’re the most interesting person here, princess.”

you squint up at him, taking a sip. there’s a warm, confident buzz sinking into your belly. it makes you ask, “you spend all your time with me, how am i still interesting?” and steve’s eyes go wide. “did someone say you weren’t interesting or something? who—“ he pushes forward, pretending to scan the crowd for the faux suspect. “—cause i’ll fight them for you, give em’ a quick one two.”

“a what?” you ask, bursting into a giggle. steve turns to you, pushing into your body as you laugh. “what’s so funny?” he asks, bending to look at you, cheeks warm and demeanour so freaking loving and flirty that you‘re forced to get all hot and light headed.

“you think i won’t sacrifice my honour for you?”

he runs his thumb under your chin, tilting it up to face him. “you think i won’t go toe to toe with anyone who dares say a word against you?”

“you’re so obsessed with me,” you admit, and god it makes you freeze for a second, but steve never falters. “yeah? you just figuring that out?” he asks, and it’s phrased as a dare. it’s phrased as, it’s now or never.

he’s incredibly close. smelling of aftershave and his special alcoholic brew, he’s a beaming light, one that likes to play around — play with you, always. except you’re fairly certain it’s not playful anymore, he’s completely serious. and so, you’re completely serious when you lean up to him, inches away from his pretty pink lips. steve loses composure for one brief, blissful second. you look at his mouth, at his lips that scream kiss me, and so, you do.

steve’s got this goofy, surprised look on his face, and it takes him a second to realise that this is actually happening. when he catches on though, he’s free falling. tasting his special brew on your sweet lips, thinking finally, thinking, then saying,

“you think i can be your boyfriend now?”

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creelteeth · 2 years

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jesus fucking christ, casey 🤤🤤🤤 how dare you?!

please, please, please gimme some perv!steve x innocent!bff content whenever you can !!! i am obsessed :( you’ve done it again

ofc ! anything for youuuu baby!! <3

one of my favorite perv!steve x innocent!bff thoughts has to do with mutual masturbation. sooooo that’s what this is ! i hope u enjoy!!

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it has been quite some time since steve showed you that neat trick.. the one involving his fingers and your cunt.

it was something you thought about often— every time you thought about it, it brought back that same tingly warm and wet feeling between your legs. you didn’t quite know what to do with it. you tried a couple times to recreate what steve did, mimicking the way his fingers drew circles on your sensitive bud, copying how he pumped them inside you.

though, when you attempted it, the same feelings didn’t come from you. you didn’t, do that thing that steve said, cum— you didn’t cum.

after many tried and failed attempts, and many wet and achey sleepless nights you felt hopeless. as uncomfortable as it was to want to ask, you needed steve’s help. the call to invite him to your house had him worried, the crack in your voice making you sound so very pitiful.

steve made his way over in record time, welcoming himself inside as per usual. when he found an empty living room, he headed to your bedroom. the door was cracked, granting you a bit of warning with a couple light knocks before pushing it open.

“baby?” steve called, letting your bedroom door slowly creak open.

he was met with the sight of you sitting on your bed in those lovely little pajamas. a silk nightie that didn’t absolutely nothing for your modesty. you were laid on your stomach, feet up and swinging side to side whenever he walked in. the sound of his voice causing you to perk up, going up to your knees bringing your arms up for him to come hug you.

“stevie.” you sighed into his chest, that fuzzy feeling creeping back up on you when you felt his hands ghost over your ass.

“hey, what’s the matter? you sounded upset on the phone?” steve questioned, keeping your body close to his, hands roaming you like they always did.

your big eyes blinked up at him, trying your best to figure out how you were going to explain the issue to him.

“w-well.. i think i need your help, again.” you stumbled on your words a bit, eyes looking anywhere but his face.

it took a second for steve to figure out what you were trying to get at, when he did he couldn’t fight back the obnoxious grin on his face. his warm hands slid their way down past the hem of your nightie, fingers sliding underneath to grab at your thighs.

“aw, sweetheart. does it feel funny again?” he questioned, his tone daunting.

you didn’t speak, only nodded in response. far too embarrassed by how much you wanted it.

“need you to say it. tell stevie that you need him to make you cum.” steve instructed, still kneading at your thighs, refusing to go any higher until you repeated after him.

“please,” you whispered, finally looking at him again. “p-please stevie, wanna come again.. but i don’t know how to make it happen. only you do.”

your admittance nearly made him melt, his bulge growing enough to now be pressed against your stomach.

“alright, since you said please…lay down for me.” steve grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple before motioning you to lay down on the bed.

you obliged, lying down in the mess of pillows and stuffed animals. you left enough space for steve to climb in next to you, pushing the covers back for him to slide in too.

he followed suit, kicking his shoes off before plopping down beside you. he laid on his back like you did, one hand palming over the painful ache in his jeans. you watched him squeeze at his cock, eyes widening at the lewdness.

he couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction to his crassness, continuing to squeeze at it while his other hand found your thigh, sliding upwards until he was cupping your chubby mound.

“you know how it gets all achey when you don’t get what you need?” steve hummed, fingers pressing against your clothed cunt, arousal soaking the cotton already.

you inhaled sharply, nodding at his words.

“right, well, that happens to me too, see?” he paused, eyes flickering down to the throbbing bulge in his pants. “how about, tonight we help each other. can you do that? can you help stevie while he helps you?”

your thighs clamped down around his wrist, ache growing much more uncomfortable from his teasing.

“y-yes, but.. i don’t know what to do.” you whisper, eyes fixed on the steady pumping of his covered cock. it was huge.

“ s’okay. i’ll tell you what to do, first we need to get these clothes off. “ he spoke, pulling his hand away to yank lazily at the bottom of your slip.

you follow his movements closely, his shirt came off, your nightie came off. he yanked at his jeans and you pulled off your soaked panties. this was the first time you’d been fully naked in front of him, trying your best not to shy away from it all. you watched as his cock fell out— it was big and heavy, falling against the thick patch of hair on his lower stomach with a shallow thud. the ruddy rip swollen and beading with precum.

“gonna play with this pretty pussy of yours, princess. while i do that, need you to stroke my cock, can you do that?” steve watched you closely, reaching between your legs to slide his fingers between your slick folds.

you didn’t speak much, responding with an “okay, stevie.” when he told you what he wanted you to do. he could tell you were lost on what to do, reaching for your hand he brought it up to your mouth, instructing you to spit into your palm. steve then guided your hand to the head of his cock, having you smear the wetness around the thick shaft.

“looks like it hurts.” you murmur, holding it loosely at the base, sliding your wet palm up and down slowly.

“yeah, baby. you make my cock rock-fucking-hard. but you can make the hurt go away— just keep doing that. don’t be scared of it.” steve groaned, cock twitching in your feather light grasp.

steve wasn’t as gentle as the first time, not easing into it as slowly. his thick fingers slid up and down coating themselves in slick before moving up to begin toying with your engorged clit. it always swells so much for him, poking out past your puffy lips for much easier access.

you jolted feeling him playing with your sensitive spot, the hand that stroked him coming to a sudden halt. whining at the almost immediate relief that came from finally being touched down there again, though that quickly went away.

“ah, “ steve tutted, reaching with his free hand to grab your wrist, dragging your hand up and down again. “if you stop, i stop.”

you huffed, laying your head on his shoulder— trying your absolute best to stay focused enough despite how dumb you seemed to get when steve was touching you. you began to stroke again, this time with more confidence, really just trying to urge steve back into playing with your pussy.

“good girl.” he praised, resuming what he was doing before.

he pressed flat against your clit, moving in steady circles for a bit. the wet squelch of your weeping cunt mixed with the sticky strokes of his meaty cock echoed through the room, nearly muffling the breathy noises that came from both of your tensed up and desperate bodies.

you tried to stay in rhythm with him, his hips fucking upwards into your warm wet palm while his fingers moved in quick succession.

“feels s’good stevie, oh my god—“ you mewled, face burrowing into his chest, pitched noises muffling against him.

for every whine you spilled, steve let out a gruff moan or a grunt. moving his fingers off your throbbing clit, he moving lower to trace your leaking hole, slipping his index and middle finger in with ease. the delicious stretch making tears well up in your half lidded eyes.

“fuck, pussy’s all tight around my fingers. pretty girl might not even be ready for steve’s big cock, yet, huh?” steve groaned his words out, cock pulsing at the feeling of your gummy wet walls squeezing his fingers.

he couldn’t even imagine how much that pretty cunt of yours was gonna suffocate his cock. deciding you weren’t yet ready to be broken in yet, he settled for this.

“close. steve. wanna cum again.” your jaw was clenched, words slurring their way out as your wrist began to go limp. he was fucking your fist anyway, your participation wasn’t very needed.

“i can feel it, baby. fuck. feel this princess cunt squeezin’ and soaking my fingers. shit, go ahead— you can cum. i’m gonna cum too.” he encouraged you, fingers curling brutally against swollen the spongey spot inside you— coaxing the orgasm out.

he added some attention back to your clit, using his thumb to press harshly on the swollen button. the rutting of your hips creating it’s own friction against it.

a slew of your name and curses coming from his gritted teeth as his pending orgasm started to line up with yours. his hips fucked upwards ruthlessly, hipbone slamming into your forearm with every thrust. his head was back against the pillows, overwhelmed by all of it.

“oh my god, stevie— “ you practically sobbed, orgasm crashing into you. your body began to writhe, sickly wet cunt throbbing and clenching through it all.

in the height of your orgasm, you began to squeeze his cock tighter, that added pressure sending him over his edge shortly after you.

“shit, baby, just like that— fuck.” steve breathed out, hips staggering to a slow stop, hot spurts of cum shooting out to land all over his stomach and gour hand.

once you’d both settled down for the most part, still just trying to catch your breath— steve leaned down to give you kiss to the forehead.

“did so good for me, princess.” he cooed, fingers pulling out of you to collect as much of the wetness as possible.

“t-thank you, stevie.. for coming over. “ you spoke through a shudder, looking down at the mess all over your hand then up to steve who was cleaning your mess off his hand. licking your remnants off satisfactorily.

“go on, baby. taste it, it’s important to clean up after yourself.” he nudged, scooping some of his cum off his stomach to bring up to your lips.

you watched him hesitantly, opening your mouth enough for him to slip his fingers inside. his half hard cock jumping at the sight of you cleaning his cum up like the good girl you are. your tongue moved around his fingers, humming happily at the unfamiliar taste, more so happy with proud look on steve’s face.

all you ever wanted to do was make him proud.

#perv!steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #screams i love innocent reader x perv!steve #casey writes #fleurfairie

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joellkeeny · 1 year

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✧*:･ﾟa first for everything [steve harrington]

— warnings: fluff. mentions and descriptions of canon injuries.

— summary: Steve Harrington gives you your first kiss in unexpected circumstances

— ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

for @fleurfairie 's lovely request

He always had a soft spot for you, and even if his friends would constantly tell him how head over heels he was for you, he always brushed it off. You're too sweet for him, too good —he thinks, so he keeps a respectful amount of distance to you. But the feelings churning in his stomach are not something he can easily ignore, and from time to time, he would let them slip. A simple compliment, a brush of hand, an act of service, that's how he tells you how much he wants you, how much he'd love to have you as his own.

But either you don't want him or you're just too oblivious, a rosy tint spilling on your cheeks each time, opting to look away and hide it than thank him for his sweet words. Maybe it was the inexperience which kept you out of reach from him, or maybe you were just too shy to initiate anything. It's not until he feels that he has to tell you that it happens.

With demobats squealing and screehing around you, he couldn't find it in himself but to think these were going to be his last moments, having been attacked by the flying beasts a few minutes ago, his neck still red, sides and arms bleeding from the rough ground and pointy teeth. Although it hurts, he doens't let his face twist in a wince simply because you'll think you hurt him as you wrap the handmade bandage Nancy provided you with around him. His sides are burning with pain, blood immediately dotting in splotches the white material as you look up at him, tightening it around him.

“Tight enough?” You ask, teeth worrying your lower lip as you wait for any confirmation that he's feeling okay. “Yeah, yeah, it's fine. Thanks.” Lowering his hands from his hair where he had been gripping the strands tightly, distracting himself from the pain. Looking back, you see Nancy, Robin and Eddie gone, probably advancing through the gloomy forest ahead, leaving you to deal with his injuries just as you'd offered. With a sigh, you sit down on the ground, not minding the dirty ground probably staining your jeans as you rub a hand over your forehead. “Hey, you okay?” He places his hand on your upper arm, giving it a weak squeeze but all he gets out of you is a shake of head, sniffling slightly. “Do you think we'll get out if here?” You ask sheepishly, toying with the sleeve of your sweater, trying to fight off the urge of telling him how scared you are of losing him.

You couldn't describe the wave of pure horror when you saw the demobats latched onto his torso and neck, his pained noises and squirming, but luckily the others were there an jumped to help. “Yeah, I mean...we have to.” He said it as if there was no other option he would agree with, he couldn't think of it for too much without feeling a lump swell in his throat. “Hey, I promise I'll take you out of here no matter what.” His hand in now on your cheek, not minding the dirt as you nuzzle at it, his promise somewhat calming you down. Opening your eyes you notice he's already gazing at you, soft and loving and radiating a warmth which you've never felt from him before. His hazel eyes find yours in the blue light of the moon, something in them telling you he was holding off, keeping himself in place and trying so hard to.

“What?” You ask softly, tongue darting out to lick your lips instinctively and though briefly, you catch his gaze flickering down to them. He shifts closer, the previous adrenaline sizzling through his veins helping him to not run off like he usually does and face his troubles. “You know I'd never want to upset you, right?” His hands are on your cheeks again, sitting cross–legged in front of you as he swallows. Words stuck in your throat so you just nod in his grip, wide eyes locked on his which seemingly come even closer by the second. “And you'd always tell me if you didn't want something?” Another nod, though weaker as some leaves and branches crunch under him, his knees now touching yours, big, warm palms still pressed to your cheeks. And then he takes the final step, nose to nose with you, warm breath fanning on your lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he waits.

“I—” You start, but as soon as you do, you realize the position you're in, so your head moves to the side and away from him, your hands breaching on his thighs as you press your face into his neck, shaking it. Before he can talk again, you cut him off. “I'm sorry, Steve.” You breathe out along his neck, a slight shiver rocking his body. “I've never done that before...kiss, I mean.” You're ashamed, cheeks flaming until his hands move to your back, rubbing soothingly over it.

“It's okay, I promise.” He stops for a bit, letting you cling to him despite the fact that your fingers are digging into his bare skin as you hug him. When your hold finally slackens, he manages to pull you back, looking at you softly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Can I be your first?” He asks, ready to be rejected, but he can notice the way your pupils swell and lips slightly part and you really want this. You give yet another nod, but he's not pleased with it, so he waits until you speak up again. “Kiss me, please.” So he does, just his lips pressing to yours in a sweet kiss. Instinctively you do the same, your hands gripping his wrists, his hands still on your face. “How do I—”

“Shh, it's okay, you're doing great.” He reassures you, going in for another one as if he can't breathe without. Now that he finally got a taste of it, he's not sure if he can deprive himself of you any longer, so he pours all he feels and has felt for the last months into it. It's not gracious by any means, his nose smushed into your cheek, his hands squishing your cheeks with the force of it, your own hands gripping at his back to keep him close and rushed breaths you both suck in the brief time you pull away.

“Hey dingus, where the hell are you two?” Robin whisper–shouts as she stomps her way back carefully, avoiding any Vecna vines. You both pull away at the sound of her voice, a bashful smile on your face as you both stand up, patting the dirt and leaves away from your pants.“Let's get you out of here” And with that, you start navigating your way through the forest again, the way he keeps your hand in his is a silent promise for more.

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stvharrngton · 1 year

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hi bub <3 i just reblogged this and added a couple tags

and now i’m just thinking about stevie being completely down bad for his shy! inexperienced! flustered! virgin! gf that just manages to affect him SO MUCH! and any touch of hers, no matter how clumsy and tentative and shaky at first, completely disarms him. like steve has always been vocal in bed, but in a more teasing and dominant way, spewing pet names and praises (but never letting needy noises like whimpers and whines leave his lips bc to him that’s showing some sort of weakness, right? and he wants to be in control) but with his baby? his person? his pretty angel? his SOULMATE??? yeah, boy cannot keep his whines and whimpers to itself, even if it’s because of something as simple as you kissing him. any touch of yours makes him melt. he’s weak for you, completely. and he finds it that he loves it. def babbles a lot about how perfect you feel and how tight you are and how soft, warm, wet, made-for-him you are— you’re for sure the only person that’s ever managed to get him to be subby. he’s never allowed himself even tho he’s always dreamed of having that one person that would spoil him and be overly affectionate and would take care of him and baby him and love him so fucking much and adore him </3 it’s just that he started to doubt it’d ever happen. until you. and you treat him like treasure, like a dream come true, like something delicate, so it happens quite naturally that he lets all of his walls crumble and his reservations go. steve is definitely more dominant and caregiving and parental with his pretty girl, it’s just the way he is (and it fits perfectly with how naturally subby, soft, small you are for him) but he feels safe enough and loved enough that he can drop that for a bit sometimes so you’ll take care of him instead. and you love it. love spoiling and loving on your sweet boy. he’ll become very subby, whiny, needy at random when he wants some loving too! but only with his baby girl. you two just work so well together and steve thanks whatever’s out there every. single. fucking. day. for giving him his dream girl.

i……. am speechless

harmonia this has me in a puddle on the floor 😭 bc steve finds it so easy to be himself around you, to fully let himself go when you’re in bed together. to let all those sweet pretty little noises come out of his mouth because he just loves the way you feel around him, loves the way you touch him so softly and gently. his personality is so domineering and protective and he’s allllll about casual dominance and dominance in general right and this often translates into the bedroom. but not when it comes to you. not when you get to share these intimate moments together wrapped up in each other and he can let himself whine and whimper as much as he damn well pleases cause his girl’s making him feel so damn good and he can’t possibly keep it in anymore😫

#screaming crying #harmonia you’re so smart #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington headcanon #harmonia <3 #fleurfairie #asks #k.hc

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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whitney !!! lemme ask you !!!

regarding your eddie x catholic! reader— does eddie ever confess to her what his true intentions were when he first started pursuing her?

that’s something everyone will have to wait & see!! ❤️

#i do have plans but that’s all I’m gonna say!!#fleurfairie

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oncasette · 1 year

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hello my dear roma 🌻

just wanted to quickly drop by and tell ya that your celebration post is absolutely perfect— so organized and creative and the added bonuses? the added little options? the pluses? i love that.

k bye

thank you!!! the idea came to me spontaneously bc of my margaritaville theme and i couldn’t resist!!

#ask box #fleurfairie

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1986harrington · 1 year

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jade how r u bub

Harmonia my angel 🥲 I’m going good! Busy with work though, how are you?! ❤️

#fleurfairie

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thebluemage · 2 years

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hiiiiii mage <33 just fyi it’s me harm from fairyverse, i moved blogs !!!

Hii Harmo, thank you for letting me know!! 💖💗 Your new blog looks so cute!! 🥰

#my inbox #sending you all my love #thebluemage answers #fleurfairie #harmo 💋

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sweetdreamsbuck · 1 year

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hi. i’m proud of you 💗💗💗💗💗

thank you! it was yummy and definitely worth the energy lol 💜💜

#fleurfairie

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ohcaptains · 2 years

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10k is such an amazing milestone, congratulations !!! 💌

so so very well deserved, im glad you’re getting the recognition and praise you deserve. your blurb night sounds like fun too, i’ll be sure to join <333 ily

LOVE U ANGEL !!!!

#fleurfairie #ask #lovely people #moots

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creelteeth · 2 years

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YOU GIVE YOUR FIRST KISS TO STEVE AND HIS KNEES ARE THE ONES THAT BUCKLE !!!

i mean, sure, he’s got his reputation as king steve but no one’s ever kissed him just because they wanted to, y’know?

at least not until he met you. you’re one of the first people who look at him, and see him. see him for all that he is. you see every weird, awkward, painfully unfunny in the most charming way possible parts of him. more than that, you adore it.

he’s hesitant about you at first, stuck in that rutt of not being able to find anyone he’s seemingly compatible with— so when you stumble into his life, he’s enthralled by you, just as much as you are him. he almost doesn’t even understand why someone would be so interested in him, when he’s just steve. he’s not king steve anymore. he’s not in college, he has nothing to give you other than himself— but that’s all you need. you reassure him time and time again.

so.. when he finds out the world of intimacy is something very new to you, steve is determined to take it slow. agonizingly. slow. becomes obsessed with the idea every first having to be perfect.

finally, it comes to a point where you have to ask him to move forward, tell him that there is never gonna be a perfect moment. they’re all perfect in their own way, you just need him to kiss you. now. right here, in the parking lot of the seven eleven.

he doesn’t put up much of a fight about it— especially not when you’re up on your toes, arms wrapped around his shoulders looking up at him with those big puppy dog eyes of yours. so he does it. warm hands come down around your waist, bringing you in even closer, lifting you up on your toes even more. a few stray strands of his brown hair falls down in front of his forehead, you feel it tickling against yours. his lips meet you softly at first, though the idea of being genteel is soon clouded by you. you consume him. his lips to yours, the lingering taste of a cherry slushee on your lips— they’re still a bit cold from the drink but they warm up when his pillowy soft lips move against yours. he’s never had a kiss like this. one that shuts the entire world down around him. every bit of gravity that he had keeping him on the ground was now obsolete. all he could think about, the only thing recognized in each of his senses was you. you engulfed him entirely.

“fuck.” he exhaled, parting from you for only a moment.

he couldn’t put into words how he felt, he didn’t even want to try. with his arms still wrapped around your waist, he walked you backwards until you were leant up against the hood of his car. that cherry slushee you left on the curb getting kicked over in the process, he didn’t care, he’ll buy you another one. right now this is all he needs. you. he needs you. needs more of this. so he takes it.

his kiss swollen lips crash down against yours again— this time a bit hungrier, a bit less tender. working and moving against yours, breathing you in, breathing him out. he’s practically a puddle in your hands.

it was perfect.

#cries #i love him #fleurfairie #casey writes #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff

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