Steve Harrington Smut Imagines

When It's Time For Your Punishment (Part One) || sh

A/N:

WARNING: Contains smut.

Person: Smut ahead? Uh, I sure hope it does.

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You couldn't help but audibly groan, as you attempted to alleviate your aching muscles, as you lay there, basking in the sunlight that streamed through the open window, stretched out like a contented cat upon the bed.

It was one of those hot summer days, when the air smelled of fragrant flowers and baking earth. The atmosphere was oppressive and humid, leaving the skin glistening like raindrops on a cool autumn morning.

You lazily rolled onto your side, eye lids fluttering open to be met with a world bathed in a rose gold tint. The Midas-touched landscape was far too bright and exquisite for your mere mortal gaze, so you quickly buried your face within the depths of your mound of pillows.

The colour of water blue sky looked so incredibly refreshing and inviting, oh how you wished to skinny dip amongst the clouds.

You could barely suppress a smile when you felt his fingers gently trace the curve of your hip. You felt the handsome male settle down beside you on the queen-sized bed, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to his comforting frame.

"Hey." he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling the length of your neck.

You murmur your reply halfheartedly, a wave of pacified exhaustion washed over you, slowly taking your consciousness away with it's receding tide.

Though you were warm to his touch, your lover thought nothing of it, had you not been lying in the amber glow for a good part of the day?

"Are you feeling any better?" he enquired, lips pressed to the spot just below your ear, which caused you to squirm beneath his chaste touch.