Eddie Munson/ Steve Harrington Imagines+ Preferences

Steve- Feel Like Home (SMUT)

I shiver as I curl up in front of the fireplace, my back leans agasint the couch as I sigh happily, listening to the rain drum against the window whilst Steve lounges behind me on the couch.

"Why can't you come down here?" I ask turning my head to look at him.

"Why would I want to sit on the rug when there's a perfectly good-" he begins, but I grin and grab his dangling arm, pulling him off of the couch.

I laugh as I fall back with Steve's weight on top of me, his unimpressed look makes me giggle harder.

His disapproval only lasts a moment before his face splits into a grin and he chuckles, bringing a hand up to tilt my chin as he slowly presses a kiss to my lips.

"You know, I've always wanted to do it on a rug." I suggest with a smirk between his kisses, and Steve leans back and raises his eyebrows.

"Since when did you get so confident?" He asks, before his hands lift up my shirt and pull it over my head.

"Since when did you get so-" I retort, but Steve's hands make their way under my bra, teasing my nipples and I end up moaning instead.

"That feel good?" He asks, and I nod, arching my back when he brings his mouth to my breast.

My hands roam under his top and I tug it up, Steve helps me take it off as we laugh at my struggle.

"I love the sound of your laugh." He mumbles, moving to the other breast after he's left a mark.

"Steve, I need you now." I whimper, lifting my hips as I try to get him to hurry up.

"I want to take my time with you, it's supposed to be important each time." He says with concern, and I smile as I cup his face.

"Steve, I love your gentleman ways, but please fuck me right now."

His eyes widen before his lips attack mine, all gentleness gone as he quickly undresses the rest of my clothes and slips out of his.

He grabs his wallet as I lay on the soft rug, the fireplace crackles as I wait for him to put on protection.

Steve leans over me, his hands find mine and he interlocks our fingers as he lines up at my entrance, coaxing another whimper from me.

"Steve!" I beg, and he finally pushes inside of me, his groans mix with my moan as he pushes as far as he fills.

"Shit, I love this part." He mumbles leaning his forehead to mine.

"Why?" I laugh, wrapping my legs around him as he slowly begins to move.

"Becuase it's like coming home." He admits, before suddenly pulling out almost all the way and thrusting in again.

"Shit" I moan as he begins to pound in and out of me at a steady pace. The sounds of our bodies colliding mixes with the rain outside, his pace almost as fast as the rain is falling, and I lean my head back in pleasure.

His hand cups my face, tilting my head up. "Eyes on me" He commands, and I nod and keep eye contact as he continues to fuck me.

His groans become more frequent as his breath becomes heavy, and his face contorts with pleasure, which makes the pressure inside of me build up and up until I can't take it anymore.

We both come at the same time, moaning and groaning as he rests his head against my collarbone, panting as I stroke his hair away from his sweaty head.

"That was good." I laugh, and I recieve a chuckle in return.

Steve pulls out and disposes of the perfection, pulls a blanket off of the couch and pulls me to his chest as he covers us up.

"You're right, that was good, I'm sure it gets better and better with you." He replies as I lay my head on his outstretched arm.

"Steve?" I ask, and he "hmms?"

"I think you feel like home too." I say, closing my eyes as he presses a kiss to my temple.