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“Stevieeee”
Your buzz from inside your boyfriend's bathroom was distressed seeing as you were unable to clasp your dress closed on your own.
Without hesitancy, Steve came into the washroom, stumbling over the array of clothes littering the floor.
“(y/n) I think-”
Whatever Steve had to say wasn't important enough for you to let him finish, not with the fear of being late to work hanging over your head.
“Steve, I don't care. Can you button this. Were going to be late.”
“Alright, alright. I'm on it.”
You mumbled a ‘thank god’, and turned your back to him, now facing the mirror.
Rather than fulfilling the task at hand, Steve was diverted his attention to the new bra that adorned your body.
You stared at his focused reflection. His gaze was blown out, and his mouth slightly agape at the sight. You knew what was coming.
“Where’d you get this little thing?” he asked as his fingertips brushed over the soft fabric.
“Got a discount from work and I thought it was pretty.” you tried to make this not a big deal, but he was intent on making it one.
“And you didn't think to tell dear ol’ Stevie about this? I'm absolutely broken here, princess.” Steve tried his hardest to blend his words with faux misery.
“Steve we can't do this right now. I can't be late again. And neither can you.” Steve preventing you from being on time for work was an often occurrence. Time after time, he would lure you into his control because God forbid Steve Harrington keeps it in his pants for once. Once in a Blue Moon that he doesn't make you late for your first shift, he has you spending your break in the backroom closet of Scoops, which leads to Robin threatening to fire him for being “unsanitary in such a high-class dining establishment.”
“Robin won't get rid of me. I promise. After all, I'm the one bringing in all the lady customers.” with that last comment of his, you turned to face him. “Now I've got your attention.”
“You think you're all that, Harrington, don't you?” You rolled your eyes while you talked back to him.
He took a step closer to you, closing what little space was between you.
“You know I’m ‘all that’, (y/l/n).”
You weren’t too sure how to respond to his statement, no matter what you said back he’d have you where he wants you. This was apparent to the boy, he knew he had you trapped, even if it ended up being more of a stroke of luck because everyone knows Steve Harrington isn’t the crispest cookie in the box. And he was planning on reminiscing at this moment.
“Cat your tongue?”
No, you knew. Two words you know would throw him for a loop. A simple phrase that would make you late, but in a way where you came out on top, kind of.
“Fuck me.”
His face become plastered with a dumbfounded look. He was now the one struggling to find words. Yes, he wanted to, more than anything at this moment, but this was far from how expected the conversation to go. Rarely you were the one to take such inattentive. Especially not in such an explicit way. Why not take it all a step further, confuse the poor boy just a little more.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Before you were able to jut out your bottom lip to continue your mocking, his hand wrapped around your throat, creating a breathy whimper to escape your lips. Steves demeanor did a 180. Rather than his eyes being wide, they darkened, his brows were no longer raised they furrowed, and his lips curved into a small smile. You were in for a hell of a ride.
Like a famished man, deprived of your touch, he swiftly pressed his lips to yours, taming all worry you had. This kiss was one filled with lust, taking over his body, leaving him without the little rational thinking. He pressed his body against your own and pulled his hand away from your neck to grab the backs of your thighs. Steve saw no need to separate himself from you to say he wanted you on the counter. His words were barely comprehensible, if it wasn't for him trying to push you up onto the vanity, you would have zero understanding of what he wanted.
The second your ass hit the cool marble of the counter, Steve reached behind you to strip you of your dress. Finally, he pulled away. Steve’s eyes roamed the expanse of your lace-covered chest, no matter how many times he had seen you sprawled out before him, nothing could compare to seeing you in any form of delicates. He was truly enamored with the sight.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured under his breath before peppering your chest with hasty kisses.
You grew impatient with him as he seemed to take leisure time just adoring your chest. You wanted more. You wanted more of his touch. You wanted his family fingers buried in your cunt more than anything. To satisfy the need that he gave you.
You pathetically whined his name to signify that he was not meeting the standard.
He chuckled, understanding what exactly it was you desired.
“I got the message. Undress and turn around. Lay on your stomach.”
You complied with his instructions, moving much faster than him to discard your clothes. You bent over at the waist, propping yourself on your elbows so Steve would have an ample view of your tits. It wasn't hard to figure out what Steve was planning, your face was mere inches from the mirror.
As you heard his belt hit the floor, you pushed your ass back towards him albeit he wasn't directly there. He took not of said gesture.
“Eager much?”
You nodded feverishly at his question. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“Beg.”
Your words were barely even spoken, they came out more of a breathy whimper as he teased your cunt with the tip of his cock.
“Yes sir. Please. I need you. So bad, it's not- oh fuck”
Before you were able to complete your sentence, Steve harshly thrust into your cunt, leaving you to moan out in satisfaction.
He pulled out for a split second just to push back in and set a rough pace. It was apparent neither of you would last too long.
The tip of his cock hit the spot deep inside that carried you to euphoria. With each thrust, the coil inside tightened, begging to shatter and spread through your body. This appetite presented in the form of loud, pornographic moans. Shameless curses fell from your lips mixed with broken versions of Steve’s name.
Steve snaked his fingers down to rub tight circles on your pulsing clit. You clenched around him in response, eliciting a groan from the bit behind you. He was so lost in a personal ecstasy that he didn't realize your head dipped down right away. Albeit as soon as he saw, his and gripped at your hair, pulling you up to his chest.
“Watch. You're such a fucking sight.”
With that, you made eye contact with your reflection. It was remarkably erotic. The way your tits bounced in sync with Steve’s tempo. The expressions Steve had as he felt your walls clench around his cock. And your own nature, one that was lewd. Much more than you thought could express.
Steve's orgasm was nearing, and your own was on the brink. You felt it in the way his cock twitched in your cunt and the sloppier his motions became.
Steve let out a quick line of curses as he came. With one final groan, he pushed his cum into you farther, before releasing himself from your cunt.
Confusion swept over you. But while you stood silent and unsatisfied, he began cleaning himself up.
“Well don't just stand there (y/n), you said it yourself. We can't be late.”