Steve Harrington Smut Imagines

When He Adores Your Body +1K?? II jk

Intimacy didn't always have to involve sex. Some of your closes moments with your lover were during the times when, you found yourself feeling anxious. Sometimes you couldn't help yourself.

It would be at night, when you were lying beside him, you would find it difficult to comprehend how someone so obviously wonderful and brave, had chosen you to be his partner. You knew that your doubts were nothing to truly worry about but...

...that didn't stop them from paying your mind a visit.

However when things became too much for you- when your mind became too negative- you would simply wrap your arms around his waist, bury your face into the warm and comforting gap between his neck and shoulder, then close your eyes and remember all of the good times you had shared together.

Soon the rain clouds that darkened your mind would lift and leave you with nothing but internal sunlight and warmth.

Soon you would find yourself smiling again, even if it was only temporary.

A fleeting feeling of happiness was better than eternal sadness.

Sometimes Joe would stir when he sensed your uneasiness and if you were not already holding him, instinctively he would pull you into his embrace. After which he'd sleepily discuss what was wrong and patiently listen to what it was that was troubling you.

It always saddened him to hear you think so lowly of yourself, especially when he thought that world of you. There was no one else on the planet that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

He would frequently wish for you to remember your worth but even if you couldn't, he had vowed to remind you every day just how much you truly meant to him.

Once he had successfully banished any reason for doubt from your mind, the brown-haired male would continue to hold you close and mumble sweet nothings and whispered declarations of love to you, as you gradually fell asleep.

And that night had turned out to be one of those nights.

The early morning sun had already begun to creep its way into the room, through the miniscual gaps in the heavy curtains. You watched with hazy eyes, lines of gold dance upon the wall.

Your moist, pink tongue poked out from between your chapped lips, to soothe the tender flesh.

Voice hoarse from hours of conversation, your words were now barely louder than the sound of a turning page, rustled by a gentle summer breeze.

You listened intently to your lover's sweet nothings, accentuated and punctuated by the tender caress of his lazy touch. His elongated fingers traced the dips and curves of your stomach.

"I love you, sweetheart." the brunet huskily whispered, as he nuzzled at your hair, his body pressed up against yours.

"All of me?" you murmured in response, gaze still trained on the ever-strengthening sun rays.

"From the tip of your nose, to the end of your toes." you lover teased, laughing softly at his own cringe-worthy reply.

Gently nudging the male with your elbow, you wearily giggled and shook your head- completely embarrassed by his corniness. "You're such a dork."

"I'm your dork." he cheekily reminded you, before he placed a lingering kiss to the curve of your neck. "Always."

"Always my dork." you sighed, leaning further into his comforting embrace.

Despite your exhaustion, your curiosity had peaked, which begged you to ask the question: "Where exactly do you love me?"

Answer? Joe Keery was very much in love with every. Single. Inch. Of you.

How could he be forced to pick one attribute from your many, as his favourite? What about your inquisitive eyes, your unabashed smile, the smooth skin of your back, your kissable thighs, your curved arches?

To select one would be to deny the rest. A crime he was not willing to commit.

To him, you were the most exquisite creature to ever exist. He was sure even the stars and the galaxies- with all their supposed allure- were jealous of your beauty. How could they not be envious? Nothing and no one could compare to you.

No matter how many times his gaze took in your simply breathtaking form, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat. At times the male would find himself completely love drunk when it came to your body.

The fact that he was able to hold you in his arms, made him feel like the luckiest man alive. From the moment you chose him to be yours, Joe vowed to make sure you knew how cherished your were. Never did he want that unique sparkle, that delightful laugh, knowing smirk or that inner, regal confidence to fade away. Never did you deserve to feel unworthy. How dare an angel be forced to forget it's wings.

You were his angel, his amour, the brightest star when things became dark in his life.

"I love you in your entirety." Joe lovingly answered.

"Why do you love me?"

Joe shifted slightly behind you, in order to draw you closer to his warmth. "You're my October morning- my safe place to dwell while the sun rises and a new dawn commences." he entwined his elegant fingers with yours. "You're the first sip of my morning coffee. Sunshine on a rainy day. The reason I get out of bed, although sometimes I'd rather stay in it with you." he grinned at his words. "I find myself falling for you more and more each day. It's like I'm suspended in mid-flight but I never want to come down. Loving you, it's like I'm on Cloud Nine. I know that one day, I'll have to fall back down to Earth and leave you, my angel in the clouds but that will only be the day I have to say 'Goodbye'. And I promise, even then, I'll be with you. Protecting you while you stare down from the stars, wondering where I am but I'll be within the safe your heart, completely in love with your spirit."

There was a brief pause from you. Your lover assumed that you had perhaps fallen asleep, understandable given what time it was. But much to his surprise, he eventually heard you whisper, "Thank you."

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A/N: So...I know this chapter doesn't contain smut. And there is a reason for that, I'm sad. I'm sad because I'm sick of society making people feel inadequate about their waist size or the colour of their skin. I'm sick of seeing people struggling to accept their appearances. When is it going to end? Is it really so wrong for someone to love themselves and not see their so called "flaws" as flaws? No, it isn't. Love yourselves, Dear Readers. Society might not but I, along with many other intelligent individuals do and we support you 100%. You're perfect and don't let the haters tell you otherwise.