Steve Harrington Imagines

Rated R pt. 4 (X)

*** SPICY ***

Y/n POV

I couldn't get our kiss out of my head, the thought of his lips against mine, the feeling of his hands on my thighs. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, literally anywhere and I would be happy. I sighed as I laid in bed, my hands wondered down to my shorts, slipping them in I lightly rubbed at my clit.

It would feel so much better if it were Steve. His hands were so big, and they felt so nice against my skin.

NO.

I simply WILL NOT be fantasizing over Steve any longer. I ripped my hands out of my pants and laid them over my blanket at my sides. I let out a huff and shut my eyes, trying to think of anything but Steven.

I groaned and sat up in my bed, getting up I threw on a zip up hoodie and some shorts making my way to the living room. Maybe a midnight snack will help. I walked into the kitchen and looked through the fridge. Nothing.

As soon as I shut the door to the fridge I felt arms snake around my waist, I gasped and went to move but the arms held me tightly.

"Just me Wheeler." I heard Steve's voice. I squirmed and he released me, I stood in front of him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What are you doing here?" He shrugged.

"Well the kids all fell asleep on me at Dustins so I headed back here to grab my walkie talkie and then I heard you walk to the kitchen so I thought I'd come bother you." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Steve, we can't do this anymore." I motioned between us. He furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"Why?"

"Because I said so." I stammered to him. It was hard to see him, the kitchen was so dark, but I could tell he smirked at this response

"Is it because you can't stop thinking about me?" I scoffed and shook my head at him.

"No." He hummed. Taking a step towards me I stepped back.

"Is it because, you can't stop wanting me to touch you?" Another step closer from him, another from me.

"No." My back hit the counter as he walked up to me.

"Is it because I make your nervous?" I gulped.

"I'm not nervous." I said, fully aware I was fucking nervous. He leaned down, so his lips were at my ear and his hands on either side of me, pinning me to the counter.

"I gotta be honest with you, I can't stop thinking about your lips. How good they felt on mine, how good they would feel on other parts of me." My breathing was a bit rigid at this point and I was trying to control it. He stood over me, I looked up at him and watched as his eyes found mine, even with it being dark, I could tell he was looking at me with hunger.

"Don't look at me like that Y/n."

"Like what?"

"Like you want me."

"What if I do?" Seconds later his lips were on mine and my arms were wrapped around his neck. He gripped under my thighs and sat me on the counter, his lips leaving mine only to attach to my neck. I let out a moan as he sucked in multiple places, sure to leave a hickey or two. Thank god no one was home.

He unzipped my hoodie exposing my chest to him.

"God you're beautiful." He kissed one nipple as he palmed my other breasts and my head fell back at the feeling. Him touching me was better than I had imagined it to be. I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the corner. Kissing his neck, making sure to suck and bite a few areas.

His hands then traveled up my thighs and into my shorts, he pulled on them slightly and I lifted my weight off the counter so they could come off. He threw them to the floor along with my panties and his hand made contact with my clit. I let out a moan as his lips continued on my neck.

His fingers moved from my clit to my entrance, and he played with my folds for a few seconds before entering me. He let out a groan.

"Fuck, you're so wet." I moaned, he pumped into me and I spread my legs apart so he had better access.

"Fuck Steve..." I squeaked out, the feeling was overwhelming. He pulled his fingers out of me and placed them in my mouth, in which I gladly accepted.

"Taste yourself... god you're so good for me baby.." His words alone could make me finish. I bent over and unbuckled his pants, pulling his cock out I pumped him in my hands a few times before he pushed me back so I was laying on my back.

The counter was the perfect height, in which I laid down and we were perfectly aligned. He entered me slowly, and I moaned. He stretched me out slightly and it felt so fucking good.

He was gentle at first, making sure to be easy with me.

"Steve." He looked up at me.

"Yes?" I let out a breath.

"Fuck me." He obliged. He grabbed onto my hips and slammed into me, over and over as I arched my back. My knees were bent and wide apart and my feet sat on the edge of the counter. My hands reached above me against the counter and I cried out in pleasure. The hoodie I laid on was soft, and kept the cold of the counter top from hitting my back.

"Oh my god!" I moaned as he continued hitting my G spot. One of my hands flew to my clit and I started rubbing at the same pace of his thrusts. I sat up and watched as his dick entered me, it was so hot.

"Fuck Y/n. Your little pussy is so good." I let out a breathy laugh and continued rubbing my clit, I was getting close to my climax.

"Steve, I'm gonna cum soon." I whimpered out. He looked at me, he quickly grabbed my neck with both hands and continued to slam into me, he squeezed just enough for me to feel pressure but not enough to where I couldn't breath. My eyes rolled back as I was overcome with pleasure.

"Cum for me.." I whimpered more as I got closer and closer, he kissed me as he thrusted into me, and I clenched my legs together as I came over his dick. His hands released my neck and he cupped one of my cheek in his hands as I moaned with my release.

"That's it, oh you're such good girl." He laid me down against the counter and continued thrusting into me, my legs against his chest and he hugged them to his body.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum Y/n." I moaned.

"Do it, cum for me Steve." I said as seductively as I could, yet I was still out of breath from my mind blowing orgasm.

"Oh baby, fuck.." he pulled out of me and came on top of the counter.

"Ew! Not on the counter!" I said as I sat up on the counter and re-zipped my hoodie. He laughed and wiped a bead of sweat off his brow.

"It was either the counter, or your pussy." He said, giving me a quick kiss and passing me my shorts and panties back.

"I guess the counter is a little better." He smiled and let out a breath at the same time I did. We awkwardly sat across from each other at my dining room table, we had cleaned the counter with every disinfect I had in the kitchen.

"So, what do we do now?" I gave him a funny look.

"What do you mean?" I said back to him.

"Like, are we gonna do that again sometime? Cause I gotta admit Wheeler, 11/10." I smirked at him.

"In your dreams Steve." He got up from the table and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

"I've had a few dreams Wheeler, you choose which one we re create!" He said running towards my bedroom.

"Harrington! Put me down!" I laughed.