Steve Harrington Smut Imagines

When Nancy Isn't Your Biggest Fan II sh

He tilted his head up, his watery eyes filled with so much hurt. His pained expression made you want to weep too.

Wanting to change the subject, Steve twisted his body slightly staring at your iPod. "What were you listening to before I came in?"

"The Eurythmics."

He reached over, retrieving the musical device. "Which song?"

"Sweet Dreams." it was one of Steve's favourites by the duo. You had never really paid much attention to this particular artist's work but since Steve had entered your life, you had found yourself listening to them more and more.

When he wasn't able to see you, on the account of him playing Mother to a certain group of kids, you found that listening to the Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These) album helped you miss him a little less. It was as if Steve was still by your side. You would also listen to In The Garden when you needed a little 'me' time, especially when the desire for your absent boyfriend became almost unbearable.

You would lie upon your bed, legs slightly apart, The Eurthmics playing in the background.

Your hand would slowly travel down the front of your stomach until your fingers met the waistband of your panties. Then they'd slowly slip under the elastic, slowly moving towards your-

"(Y/N)? Did you hear what I said?" your boyfriend's question tore you away from your lustful thoughts.

A deep blush spread across your cheeks. "N-no... What did you say?"

Steve was no fool; he had noticed your dilated pupils and he could feel your quickened pulse radiating from your wrist. He knew what vein of topic your mind had been focused on. Although he was unsure of what exactly had caused you to think such lustful thoughts.

He was deeply curious to know what you'd been thinking. Something about the whole idea of you describing something explicit in detail made your boyfriend feel incredibly turned on. "What were you thinking about?" his voice more husky in tone.

"W-what?"

The male pulled you to him until you were straddling his hips. He almost begged for the details, whispering in your ear, "Tell me what you were thinking about."

You felt a slight bulge begin to form in the front of his trousers. "Well," you began, taking the Walkman from his hands and placing the headphones in his ears. Turning down the volume, you restarted the song you had been listening to earlier. "I was thinking about when you were busy." you pressed your hips down upon his slightly. "When I was all alone, with a need only you could diminish." Your hips ground into his, circling at an achingly slow pace.

The bulge grew, digging into you more, pressing against your concealed womanhood. You stifled a moan, not wanting to interrupt your narrative. "It was on those days, that I'd lie on my bed, wearing my favourite set of underwear. I'd spread my legs apart. You know, just ever. So. Slightly. My hand would then slowly slip under the elastic, moving towards my-"

Before you could continue, Steve's lips crashed against yours. Roughly kissing you, leaving you breathless. "Gosh, I've never wanted you more," he growled. "Stand up, beautiful." He pecked you lips before lifting you off his lap. He stood up too. "Take off your panties." he growled.

From under your skirt, you quickly slipped off your underwear, letting it fall to the floor.

Stepping out of them, you looked up and smirked at Steve, whom was once again sitting down on the bed, his trousers undone and boxers pulled down to reveal his rather large manhood. "You ready, beautiful?"

You nodded, climbing back onto his lap. You positioned yourself until his tip was pressed against the folds of your entrance. Slowly and deliciously, it slipped into you.

"I'm going to make sure that next time I can't see you," you heard him whispering his promise in your ear. "you won't have to pleasure yourself." He bit your earlobe. "All you'll have to do is remember what I'm about to do to you." then his teeth scraped against the sweet spot on your neck. "And you'll be soaking your panties and moaning my name within seconds."

"Then stop talking," you whimpered. "And start doing."

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A/N: Aaand I'm going to finish there. You'll just have to wait for the next chapter to read about the reader's big O.

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