Surrender // Steve Harrington x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

"Ouch-" You wince as Steve's head bumps lightly into yours as he comes out from beneath the blankets. He squints at the sudden brightness of the morning sun as it shines through his bedroom window, a lazy grin on his shining lips as he wipes them on the back of his hand before moving to hover over you.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." He chuckles, hand smoothing over your head to make sure you were okay. Your responding giggle assures him as much though he presses a smattering of what he believes to be healing kisses to the spot anyway. 

Most mornings began this way now on Steve's days off, and had done for the passing weeks since that terrible day. You'd been mostly without pressure from Henry and slipped back into your easy routine, hoping if you put it off long enough then your problem wouldn't exist.

And since that first time with Steve, you couldn't seem to keep away from one another. It was bliss. Complete, unadulterated bliss every single time.

He hovers over you now, the darkness to his blown out pupils returning the lust to your intentions as you tug his naked body down to press into your own, mouth smothering his in a clashing of lips and teeth, desperate to continue what you both had started the moment you woke up together.

Steve grunts lowly into your mouth and the sound only increases your drive to have him inside of you. Your answering whimper proves to only do the same for him, one of his hands skirting down your body and leaving flaming skin everywhere he deigned to grace with his touch. 

It rests on your hip and digs in, lifting you so his pulsing cock could slip between your sticky folds, coating him.

He was struggling to resist himself, but he knew you both needed protection. God forbid any little Harrington's were running around any time soon; however much he often found himself daydreaming of just that with you. Six sounded like a good enough place to stop, and he certainly looked forward to the days when that might come to life; should you want it too.

Reaching over to the bedside table, he retrieves a condom and makes quick work of opening it and rolling it over himself. His tongue attaches itself to his top lip in concentration as he does so and you can't help but to laugh quietly, fingertips running through his tangled locks. "We have hours before we have to go, Steve. There's no rush." You explain, craning your neck to lift up and press your lips to his cheek while he runs himself between your slick once more to coat himself. 

A huffed chuckle rolls from his mouth and he looks at you with all the love in the world, eyes scanning your face and your delightful grin making his own grow. 

"Baby. There is every need to rush right now." A quick peck to your lips. "Because then we have time for more before we leave." The teasing look he gives you has your heart fluttering, teeth sinking into your lower lip. 

"You're insatiable." 

"How can I not be?" He positions himself at your entrance, lips slack with his heavy breaths as he finally pushes inside. "Fuck--- When it feels this good?"

God damn. 

A strangled moan, lids fluttering ever so slightly as you feel him bottom out. It felt as incredible as ever and whatever witty retort you had died on your tongue the moment he stuffed you full of him. His forearm snakes under your neck to hold you in place while still supporting his weight, his other hand finding purchase on your hip to lift it ever so slightly once he starts to move.

It sends him spearing into that sensitive spot within you with every pounding thrust. It was dizzying how good it felt, wanton moans and pleas slipping free of your lips without restraint now. He laps them up with tender kisses, tongue swiping into your mouth and massaging against your own.