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mimixmunson · 2 months

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Controlling vibrator. Steddie x reader. Smut. Blurb.

🍒“Now listen up and listen good little girl, I’m gonna control that little toy that Steve very kindly put in its rightful place.” Eddie announced, a glimmer of excitement shining through his evil smirk. “But daddy... We have a dinner reservation.” You whispered anxiously, already knowing that that was the whole plan. Your boyfriends wanted to watch you suffer, publicly. “I know princess” Eddie practically letting out an almost comical evil laugh as Steve smiled softly and added “isn’t that so much fun? Especially for dirty little sluts like you who get off on embarrassment.” You felt your face flush, he wasn’t wrong. You were a woman of many kinks, some of which people had previously judged you for, but not Eddie and Steve. They were transfixed on the information when you told them, looking at each other and back at you with so much love and acceptance. Since that day, you’d been their toy. Every day they seemed to have a new way to torture you, your suffering was delicious to them.

Up until today, you’d been kept in a chastity belt for a month or so. Tormented by your boyfriends by them putting on a show for you every evening, palming each other's cocks, using your mouth for the only thing its good for and Eddie slamming into Steve with running commentary of how good it felt, how Steve got to experience pleasure because he wasn’t a needy little whore like you are.

And so, it began. Leading you into the restaurant, holding the door open for you and Eddie discreetly pinching your ass. It was brief but painful, you wince at the feeling for a second but immediately your demeanor changed. Stifling a moan as Steve winked at you before pressing the button on his phone that was Bluetooth connected to the toy nestled inside your pussy. The once familiar feeling of sexual pleasure hit you like a tidal wave, it was buzzing away, the rabbit-like shaped toy vibrating your g-spot and clit in earnest.

Your eyes desperately trying not to roll to the back of your head, you ponder whether granting them no reaction out of you would make them ease up on the public humiliation of making you so inappropriately horny in the establishment. Concluding that either way you were screwed, if you didn’t perform for them like a good little slut now, you’d only get punished more at home. You decided that embarrassing yourself here was the lesser of two evils.

Moaning your boyfriend’s names under your breath in-between sips of red wine, Eddie takes a few strands of your hand, interweaving them into his fingers and giving it a swift pull. You were beginning to see stars, the constant stimulation of the toy driving you crazy, Steve’s evil smirk as he stared at you muttering “So needy already, aren’t you? How long until you start to beg us to use your tight little holes right here?”

To which Eddie chuckled and snatched his boyfriend’s phone, changing the setting of the toy. You take a deep breath as the vibrations speed up and become more intense. Hiding your face in the crook of Eddie’s neck, “Daddy...” You sobbed in pleasure, your pussy leaking through your panties. “Whatever is the problem angel?” He teased, pulling Steve in for a passionate kiss, once again denying you of affection. “She’s gonna cum Eds, she’s got that look in her eye. Look at her babe, so fucking needy it's pathetic. Her brain is leaking out of her pussy.” He teased in unison with Eddie, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s curls. “She is, isn’t she? Wanna be our little fleshlight for the night? Who am I kidding, why am I asking you? Sweet little sluts like you don’t get a choice. You’re so pathetic you know that baby? Moaning the word daddy in this fine establishment? Steve and I here decided to treat you to a fancy meal and all you can do is beg us to go home? So, we can fill those needy little holes?”

His words were almost too much, you grip on to a thigh of each of your boyfriends. Your nails digging in as you feel the fire burning deep in the pit of your stomach growing. “Gonna cum sir, can’t take it anymore” You mutter to Steve, begging him with your eyes to allow you an orgasm. The feeling making you forget you were in a busy restaurant, beginning to sweat from need. “Ask Daddy princess.” He kisses your temple gently, finally gaining some mercy for you. “Daddy please, can’t hold it. Need it, need you, need you both.” You’re begging through your tears, your grip on them both tightening as you grow closer and closer to ecstasy. The wave growing every second that passes, your underwear now drenched and beginning to leak through, a wet patch visible on your little red dress.

Eddie signals a waiter over to the table and your breath hitches, greatly trying to gain any form of composure, mentally begging that he won’t see the ever-growing wet patch and both of your boyfriend’s now entirely visible bulges.

“Can we get these to go now please, we’ve had an emergency and now need to change our plans.” The waiter smiles, eyeballing only your talking partner and returns with three take out boxes handing them to Steve.

You and the duo stand and make your way to the door, waving down the nearest cab. Shuffling into the back seats, sandwiched in-between your sadists. Eddie whispers into your ear once more as Steve plants gentle kisses on the other side of your neck, playfully nipping at the skin. “Let go princess, cum.” 🍒

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trashmouth-richie · 11 months

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the ride 🤎

cowboy!dom!steve

warnings: NO MINORS, spanking, whipping, overstimulation, face riding, blow jobs. Etc

i have nothing here but filth to offer you on this Wednesday afternoon, pls enjoy

you’ve been grinding into Steve’s face for over an hour at this point. Sweat is slicked across your arms, dripping down your chest and pooling into the creases of your thighs and hips. The same hips that are now bruised by his long fingers from forcing you put where you’re sitting as “pretty as a kitty” on his face. It’s fitting actually, and matches the swollen hot skin on your ass from the sudden smacks of his leather braided horse whip when you tell him you can’t keep going. Exhausted and hips aching with each gyrating motion against his broad Roman nose. But he only encourages you further.

“come on honey baby, I know you got another one in ya,”

You whimper out as tears flood your eyes when his teasing assault of his tongue laps at your oversensitive clit again and again. Another torturously pleasuring orgasm shoots from you and has you head thrown back in ecstasy.

“So pretty,” Steve moans into your folds, “such a good girl for daddy,”

When Steve asked you to go for a ride with him you figured it was just another trail ride so you packed a picnic basket full of sandwiches made of the softest bread delectable meats and cheeses, grapes and Ol’ man Hopper’s homemade blackberry wine.

But when you drove up to the large farmhouse sitting back on Hare Road, and entered the barn where Steve was saddling up Blue and Lady, the sight of you in a white flowing sundress had Steve’s cock kicking up in his Wranglers (which whenever this happened, they felt more like stranglers) he needed you now.

So here you were, tangled up in the tack room of the Harrington’s barn, walls decorated with bridles, blinders, ropes, leads anything the Harrington’s Rodeo King desired. Your pussy spent and sore, Steve’s mustache ticklish at first but now bore a slight burn at your entrance. Coaxing you through your violent shakes as you came un done for him, he helps you sit on the blanket, his face slick with your sex all over it, sticking to his mustache like he just drank from the trough.

“And here I thought we were gonna go riding today,” you snicker as you push a hand through his pearl snap shirt, unbottoned a few as always, curls on his chest damp with sweat.

“Oh baby,” Steve says, fingering through the picnic basket for the jar of violet colored wine, taking a swig he swipes his tongue over his lips, your sweet arousal mixed with the potent wine creating a heavenly dose of drunk on his breath. “You really gonna pout after the free mustache ride? I usually charge for those special services.”

He thumbs over the smooth leather whip still in his hands, your eyes going wide when he takes another drink.

“But since you’re gonna be an ungrateful brat,” he tsks through his teeth, putting his tan hat back on his head, adjusting the brim with a little flick,“ looks like you can repay me for the good time by being obedient and very thankful.”

Your heart drops to your stomach, your ass was already welted. “Bu-,” you whimper but Steve simply shakes his head, putting his back straight against the wooden wall and tapping his denim clad thighs, spurs tinking as he adjusts his boots.

Hanging your head in a sulk, Steve praises you for being a good girl when you answer him and lay across his lap. Rubbing your ass slowly he thumbs the welt marks on your bare skin.

“How about a lickin’ for every time I let you come hmm?” His voice low and smooth, daunting as he continues, “remind me what that number was again sweetheart will ya?”

Sighing heavily you answer him with the number five, teeth biting into your lip on the first syllable.

Steve purrs as he rubs your ass, heavily calloused hands from working on the farm his whole life riding bronc on the weekends, “you’re gonna thank me after each one pretty baby okay? Can you do that for daddy?”

“Yes,” you pout, tears falling silently from your eyes, exaggerated with a blink as you roll your eyes.

The crack of his whip against your hot flesh makes you yelp loudly. “Excuse me?” Steve asks, voice venomous and rich with anger.

“Yes, daddy! I’m sorry!” You whine, fisting the blankets in tightly.

“That’s better, alright baby, here we go,” one hard smack and your holding in a moan, thanking him sweetly with his title on your lips.

“If you’re good we will see if Eddie wants to come play, I think he’s still with Goldie and they just got back from Wyoming bringing a load of cattle home for Wayne, you liked the last time they came over.” Another hard whipping on your right cheek has you screaming, again you thank him, humming low into the blankets.

Steve’s cock is still hard beneath you, tight and denim led cock spilling a sweet spot of pre cum forming darkly. “Would you like that pretty girl? Hmm?”

“Yes d—“ you manage before he cracks you again, thanking him once more you turn your head and Andre his question.

Finishing your punishment you are laid in Steve’s flannel bed, a fan blowing gently on you and the swollen skin of your ass smeared with creams and other ointments. Steve lays in front of you, legs spread wide to accompany your mouth on his cock as you bob up and down on his length, his hat sitting on your head, throat stuffed full of his snake like length, his pretty moans filling the walls, his warm release painting you thick and creamy.

Pussy still sore from Steve’s mustache ride, free for his one and only baby girl. The promise of a play date with the curly haired, wild best friend of his on the horizon. Smiling while you lick your lips, knowing that the stinging welts were worth it.

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Readmore 🍊 hey girl

#steve harrington x y/n smut #Steve x you #Steve harrington fanfic #Steve harrington smut #Dom!Steve #sub!reader #Steve x reader #steve x fem!reader

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jerry-hornes-foot · 2 years

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Day One - Size Kink

582 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; sub!reader; size kink; huge cock; penetrative sex; unprotected sex; rough sex; pain; gaping; cum shot; hair pulling; pet names; baby (reader); sweet thing (reader); explicit language

The fabric of the pillows muffles the sound of your voice as Steve pushes deeper into you, making you howl as he stretches you out. He's pumping firmly in and out of you with barely even half the length of his cock, and already it feels as though you couldn't possibly fit anymore of him inside you.

"Jesus, you're tight." Steve pants, gripping your hips as he fucks into you.

You earn a pleasing grunt from Steve as you tense around him.

"I think you can take a little bit more, don't you?"

You groan in response as Steve pushes ever so slightly deeper into you, your body stretching to fit around the girth of his cock. The discomfort only heightens the head spinning pleasure that's already making your knees weak.

"You like that, baby? Like it when I ruin your tight little hole?"

"Yes..."

"What's that? I don't think I heard you. I'm asking if you letting getting ruined by my fat cock."

Steve's hips buck again, pushing into you even more and winding you.

"I can't take anymore Steve!" You whine. "You're too big!"

"If you want me to stop you know what to say."

You know exactly what to stay, but you don't want him to stop. You want him to ruin you.

"I don't think it'll fit."

Steve's fingers tangle in your hair, taking a tight grip against your scalp and tugging your head back.

"Oh don't you worry about that, baby." He sneers. "I'll make it fit."

Steve thrusts sharply into you, his hips coming right up to press against yours as his whole length slides inside you. The pain makes your head rush and that alone nearly makes you cum then and there. It's hard to focus with the force he's fucking you, his hips hammering rapidly against yours. It's challenging to keep yourself up on all fours. Both his hands are back on your hips, gripping you tightly and slamming your body back into his. Steve's energy is astounding, you can't keep up but it doesn't matter.

Drunk on pleasure and pain you let your body go limp, resting your weight against his body as he fucks you relentlessly. Steve is in total control, his hands moving your hips for you in perfect rhythm with his own. Letting him use you like this drives you crazy, you can feel yourself practically dripping with lust as heat burns through your veins.

"I'm gonna cum Steve!" Your voice comes out shaky and desperate.

Shock waves ripple through you muscles as you cum. A feral scream rips your throat. Steve's hands stay clamped to your hips, continuing to guide the movement of your body and your tremble under his touch.

"That's it, baby, just give me a couple more.... fuck!"

Your knuckles strain as you cling desperately to the mattress. Steve's cock swells inside of you, making tears prick the corners of your eyes. You can feel his stomach twitching against you as he pumps you full of hot cum. He pulls out of you gently and lowers your body so that you're folded over on your knees. Leaning back he takes a moment to admire his work, watching triumphantly as your gaping hole drips in front of him.

Your head is still spinning, the aftershocks of your high making you feel dizzy. Steve appears by your side, his hand resting gently on the back of your head.

"Come on then, sweet thing, let's get you cleaned up."

#day ones here baby #im so ready for this month #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #dom!steve #gender neutral reader #jerryhorneskink #kinktober 2022

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prettyboybillyhargrove · 2 years

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A/B/O Harringrove Fic Rec p1

Okay since I’m pushing my a/b/o agenda lately and saw people are interested in it I wanted to recommend some of the fics I liked. / Most (probably all ngl) of this contain Omega and bottom Billy. Read at your own risk. Also, this is absolutely not in any order.

Ps: Okay this is part 1. Part 2 is gonna be multi chaptered ones. Also a couple of more one shots. Cause apparently there's soooooo much i wanna share.

i’m used to feeling that fire by cursedtobechaos on ao3 Words:10553

Billy’s not used to feeling like prey. Especially not prey for Steve fucking Harrington, the same alpha he beat the absolute crap out of not too long ago.

"You are not fucking me in the showers," Steve in fact, fucked him in the showers(kinda). Alpha Steve came to school when he’s in his rut and Billy gives him a hand (or mouth, and more)

Upside Down, You're Turning Me by @ImNeitherornor on ao3 Words:7885

“Let me get this straight. You want me to go into the middle of the fucking woods in below zero temperatures to find someone who is probably high as a kite and just having the time of his damned life?”

Sex pollen fic we all need.

None Brighter Than Your Eyes by Doodsxd on ao3 Words:9991

Sex Ed course came once again, and, for the first time, Billy listened.

He listened, because it started to match and make sense with what Max’s little troup told him over and over again.

Apparently, it was biology which dictated that omega jewelry wasn’t just a futility or decoration, or even a signal that the omega was taken. It wasn’t a trade, sex for jewelry, like Neil had taught him all his life. No: scientists had found back in the sixties that omega jewelry has a soothing effect, especially during heat, as a reminder of love and affection; something tangible and available at all times, even when no one is.

This is so fucking poetic and pretty. You MUST read!

Misunderstanding by prettyboiiharringrove on ao3 Words:1503

Harringrove Halloween Countdown // October 11 — Billy has always been a grumpy asshole, so the kids typically let most of his behavior slide, for Steve's sake, but as the clues get weirder it's obvious something is up with him, and they have to fix it before Steve finds out.

This is a mpreg story. The sauna scene with a little twist. I cry while reading this I’m not kidding. Also, you can read this whole series if you guys wanna read more mpreg billy.

A Start by ImNeitherNor on ao3 Words:5574

The quarry was always Steve’s go to when he needed a place to breathe, an area where the smells weren’t in his face and he could think straight. It was strange how one person’s heat could trigger another. Steve, a slightly cowed alpha after Hargrove rolled in, was done with the overpowering scents and the looks that were being thrown around.

DOM STEVE BILLY IN HEAT WHAT MORE I NEED TO SAY?

Hold Me Tight Or Don't by BTSBlossom on ao3 Words:4808

Billy has some news for Steve, he just doesn't know how to tell him. At least he knows he's got Ms. Byers on his side. She'll be there for Billy if Steve isn't.

This is more about the pregnancy than a/b/o, Joyce being a good mom to Billy UwU also tw: talking about abortion

sandman by Rebldomakr on ao3 Words:2226

Steve’s not a fighter. He sucks at it, actually. He’s a little soft, but he isn’t totally weak or awfully tiny. He’s a good Alpha in many of the ways that count! Just because he isn’t running around sleeping with anyone willing, picking fights, and beating people to death doesn’t mean he’s a bad Alpha. And though Billy might do all that, but he isn't a bad Omega.

some short cute porn lol (steve has a breeding kink what a surprise lmao)

Silk by Rebldomakr on ao3 Words:3393

In Indiana, Omega suppressants are banned. Billy runs out after a while.

tw: neil hargrove

Moaning Lisa Smile by trashcangimmick Words: 3,735

Billy maybe kind of hides the fact that he’s an Omega because he’s too queer, and too pretty, and would rather not deal with a bunch of idiot Alphas trying to screw the gay out of him. But Steve’s not an Alpha. Steve is also very pretty.

beta steve/omega billy, wet and messy, SEX BEHIND THE CAMARO FUCK YEAH also in the shower fşldkfkd

+ one Alpha/Alpha

with them indiana boys (on them indiana nights) by ToAStranger Words: 4,842

The thing is, when Billy first saw Steve Harrington, he knew.

He grew up knowing. It was hard not to, with all of those hormones and instincts running through his fucking veins. He knew, one day, he’d run across someone that smelled so right, so fucking perfect that he’d want nothing more than to bury his face against their scent gland and breathe in until the smell becomes a taste becomes a sensation becomes--

Well. The thing is, he’s always known.

"But you're my omega."

Steve falters, shaking his head, teeth catching on his lower lip and despite it all, Billy wants to kiss him again.

"No." Steve says. "Billy, I'm an alpha. Always have been. I'm-- I'm sorry. I thought you knew."

Tagging:(according to my post about a/b/o fic rec you guys seemed interested) @shprka @disdaidal @wixterirox @madsexcellency @andromedaspark @stedilly @billyhargrovesupsidedownshadow @ariamariastark1 @eddiebillysteve

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #omega billy hargrove #omega!billy #alpha!steve #a/b/o #a/b/o verse #omegaverse #sub billy hargrove #bratty sub billy #dom!steve #top!steve #oh god im tired 😩😩😩#power bottom billy #harringrove a/b/o #alpha steve x omega billy #alpha billy

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mimixmunson · 2 months

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Party Tattoos / Steve Harrington x female reader / one shot<3

CW- Mention of rough sex, non verbal reader, mentions of consensual impact play, mentions of bruising, BDSM, dom Steve Harrington x submissive female reader, mentions of consensual punishment and sexual aftercare

AN- Party Tattoos is a reference to Party Tattoos by Dodie

“Sweet girl, you did so well” Steve cooed into your ear, his gasp like breaths making the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. He proceeded to move down the bed, spreading your legs once more to clean the mess you both had made between your thighs. Taking extra special precautions to avoid grazing across your deeply overstimulated clit. “Almost done Princess, how ya’ feeling now?” All you could do was nod; he’d fucked your vocabulary out of you leaving you completely and utterly nonverbal. This wasn’t a new thing, every time you and Steve fucked, you’d be left a puddle of nerves. Running his fingers across your ass cheeks that were now painted a light pink colour, that was certainly going to turn into pretty bruises. “Took your punishment so well angel, so proud of you.”

He beamed; you always did love seeing the aftermath of your shared playtime. “Gonna have some more party tattoos on this lil’ ass baby” You grinned at his expression he regularly used for bruises; it should be illegal to be this cute you thought. Rubbing cooling lotion into your marked up skin he sniggered. “I can run you a bath or do ya’ wanna get in the shower with me darlin’?” He smiled softly at you, admiration in his eyes and you could see the smirk he was so desperately trying to hide, he was always so cocky after he made you cum, especially when it was as hard as you did just now.

Offering your hand to Steve, he helped you up onto your feet, “Let's go get you all cleaned up baby.” You smiled weakly, still coming down off your sex high. Mumbling sweet nothings to your dom as you walked to the shower, lifting your arms up so he could undress you once more. Steve kissed down your wrists to your biceps and neck and in each kiss, you could feel the words “I love you.” He hurt you so passionately, but the aftercare was always matched in energy.

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hellfiremunsonn · 11 months

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Thinking about dom!steve or dom!Eddie (or both of them together fuck it. Make it a steddie thing) Making you give yourself a punishment while they watch.

And it’s so extra humiliating because you can’t hit your own ass that well with the paddle and they just stand there and laugh, mocking your whines and whimpers cause you just can’t do it right but they won’t let you stop until they’re satisfied.

#hellfiremunsonn #thots #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #dom!eddie #dom!steve #steddie x reader

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jerry-hornes-foot · 2 years

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Hi there I have a steve harrington x fem reader idea maybe you wear something sexy for steve and tease him till the point where he fucks your brains out.

Oh. My. God. I hadn't written dom!steve in a while and uhhhh let's just say I had a lot of thoughts built up and this got away from me a little, so thank you for this!

2415 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (reader has vagina)

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; mean!steve; sub!reader; teasing; vibrating underwear; upskirt; cock tease; offensive language; rough sex; penetrative sex; overstimulation; degredation; pussy spanking; name calling; slut shaming (consensual); fingering; finger sucking; mild size kink; cumshot; pet names; whore (reader), baby (reader); sweet thing (reader); very minimal aftercare

Let me know if i forgot anything :)

Robin is halfway out the door, still babbling apologies and thank yous as she struggles to pull her jacket on. Covering her shift was no problem for you, you'd told her that, but she still needs you to understand how grateful she is.

"Robin." You cut her off in the midst of an incoherent rant about how guilty she feels. "Just have fun, okay?"

"And tell me if you get to see her boobies!" Steve chimes in.

Robins face burns a bright crimson colour, a rare silence gripping her for a second before she exclaims,

"Steve! I told you -"

"I know, I know. Don't say boobies." He says laughing and shaking his head. "Just go would you? You're gonna be late."

After a few more hurried thanks she finally bustles out of the door and disappears down the street.

You love Robin, and you'd have taken her shift regardless to give her the chance to go on this date, but you have to admit your plans for this time alone with Steve had made you somewhat biased in your decision. The store falls silent once she leaves. It's a Monday night and, although Family Video doesn't shut for another two hours, you both know it won't be terribly busy. Steve appears next to you as you lift a box of promotional tapes from under the counter to start pricing.

"So uh... any particular reason you wanted to take Robin's shift?"

"Not that I can think of." You say, smiling playfully.

"No?" He says, moving closer and cupping your face with his hand. "Because I'm pretty sure that company policy dictates long pants, and uhh...."

Steve's eyes drop to the hemline of your skirt, which sits neatly about a third of the way down your thighs. You feel his other hand move up and rest on your hip, slight pressure pulling you towards him.

"Just the two of us here all alone, it's a shame we can't do anything."

You can see the intention in his eyes as he speaks, and you take your chance at reveling your ulterior motive.

"Speak for yourself." You announce.

Steve raises an eyebrow at you and you take a step away from him. Reaching into the pocket of the waistcoat he had leant you, you pull out a small, black remote control and hold it up so he can see. You push the little button and groan dramatically as the vibrator, which is concealed in the secret pocket of your underwear, whirs to life beneath you. With another quick press you stop the vibration and slide the remote back into your pocket, flashing a smile at Steve as you do. He stands in front of you in stunned silence.

"That's not fair." He says, a smirk appearing on his lips.

You check your surroundings to ensure there's no one on the street outside, then lean in and give him a short, unsatisfying peck on the lips.

"I know."

Over the next hour you tease Steve relentlessly, taking every opportunity when the store was empty to howl performatively at the sensation of the vibrations between your legs. Each time the little bell above the door rings Steve hurries himself behind the counter, standing awkwardly close to it and leaning over to speak to customers to hide the conspicuous bulge in his tight jeans. In the first little while Steve had followed you about the store, trying to get some fleeting touch between customers, but you quickly made it clear you weren't giving him anything. His attempts to ignore you only spur you on. As he stacks videos on a shelf you walk around to the shelving unit in front of him and bend down to organise the tapes on the bottom shelf, letting the back of your skirt lift up and show the outline of the bullet tucked into the pocket of your underwear, the light pink fabric stained dark by your soaked cunt.

You both have your eyes on the clock intermittently through the shift, Steve much more than you. With only 10 minutes left Steve begins to count the float. You approach the counter, bullet already buzzing. Leaning your forward and putting your weight on the counter, your thighs start to tense as your perfectly calculated plan comes together. Steve's hands shake a little as he tries desperately to keep his attention on the bills in his hands. You push yourself up on your tip toes, mouth falling open letting tight, choked groans burst out as your body tightens. Steve bites his lip, hips shifting uncomfortably in a vain attempt to get some relief from the friction of his jeans. Clicking the vibrator off you let yourself droop forward into the counter as your orgasm subsides. Steve narrows his eyes at you. You'll pay for this.

The second the clock ticks over to 10pm Steve has the door slammed shut and locked.

"Anything else that we need t-"

You're cut off as Steve storms past you, catching your wrist and pulling you with him. He drags you roughly to the store cupboard with out a word and pushes you up against a set of shelves. Before you can make another smug comment Steve's lips are pressed hard against yours, kissing you with enough force to knock the wind out of you. Lifting the front of your skirt Steve's hand pushes down into your underwear, two fingers gliding back and forth between your lips to feel how slick you are, then sliding into you and making you gasp.

"What? Two fingers too much for you now? I'd have thought a little whore like you could have taken a lot more than that."

His fingers pump back and forth inside you.

"Fuck you're wet, I'd be surprised if this little thing even still worked the amount you're gushing."

His other hand slides up your torso and grips your breast firmly, rolling it in his hand and making you moan softly before he reaches his fingers into his top pocket and pulls out the little remote. His fingers slip out of you and you whine as he tugs your underwear back up sharply and switches the vibrator back on. A loud groan is cut short as Steve's fingers push into your mouth, his fingers still dripping with the taste of you. You suck on them desperalty, squeezing your thighs together as the vibrator buzzes against your swollen clit. You hadn't expected him to have this much self restraint, in your head he had you bent over screaming his name by this point, but it was becoming clear he's planning to make you work for it. Every sensation feels heightened at the thought of having to beg him for what you so desperately need.

"Think it's cute to act like a little cock tease?" Steve asks, pulling his fingers from your mouth and clicking the vibrator off for a second.

"I don't know, Steve, you seemed to like it a- mmmmfuck!"

Steve's thumb pushes down on the button again, his hand coming up and grabbing your chin to drag your eyes to meet his.

"Don't make me ask you again." He says, voice so hard and cold it makes your thighs tremble.

You shake your head and Steve smiles.

"Didn't think so. What did you think would happen, then? Thought it'd make me fuck you."

You nod weakly earning a cruel laugh.

"You thought you were worthy of riding my cock?"

"No... no I didn't I just..." You stammer.

"Speak up."

"I just needed to feel you fuck me Steve, I'm sorry, I don't deserve your cock." You whine, body starting to tense again as the tone of Steve's voice starts to push you towards a second high.

"That's right, you don't, but it seems like you still need it."

"I do Steve, I do." You shriek, legs trembling as you try to hold yourself up against the shelves.

"Well if that's what you want." He says, smirking as he watches you cum, slipping his hand back into your underwear and rubbing your clit as the vibrator rumbles relentlessly, making you cum again just as the first orgasm starts to ease off. "I'm going to make you work for it."

Your knuckles are white, fingers curled tightly around the shelves to hold yourself up. Steve has barely even touched you and you're fucked out already, but that just makes you want him even more. Steve roughly tugs at your underwear, pulling them down between your knees. With a kick at your ankle he shifts your legs apart. Bracing himself by lifting one arm up beside your head and gripping the shelves, his bicep tensing beside you, he moves his other arm in a swift underhanded arc and lands a stinging smack directly between your legs, making you howl.

"You like that, baby?" He asks, landing another. "Like it when I punish your cunt?"

You nod weakly, lurching forward as he spanks you again. You can feel your vulva, swollen and still smeared with slick, pulsing between blows. Steve would stop in an instant if you asked him to, hold you in his arms and kiss you better, but you don't want that. The pain feels too good. You're desperate for him to make you cum again, and to keep making you cum until you can't even stand up. You want him to make you cry.

A few more harsh smacks have your head spinning. Steve grabs your hips and flips you around. Pulling your underwear halfway back up your thighs you hear him undoing his belt behind you. Even with your skin stinging you can feel yourself tightening at the thought of him fucking you. Shoving his jeans down around his knees he lines himself up with you, the tip of his cock pushing up into your sensitive folds and teasing the outside of your hole. You can't stand another second without feeling him inside you.

"I need you, Steve." You mumble. "I need you to fuck me now. Please."

"Oh don't worry about that, baby." Steve pushes half way into you, leaning forward and bunching the front of your underwear in his fist so that he can pull it up against you. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't even say my name."

The vibrator is placed tightly between the two of you, the length of it pressed against the underside of Steve's cock and the tip pushing up into your clit. Steve bucks his hips into you and switches it on, groaning in your ear as you shriek at the sensation.

"Fuck that little thing feels good. I can see why you like it so much."

"It hurts, Steve." You whine.

You feel his hand slide over yours, the pace of his hips slowing a little in case you signal to him to stop.

"You like it?" He whispers.

"I love it, Steve!" You scream, body tensing as his hips kick up again, pounding into you.

"Thought you would." He sneers. "Surprised how tight you feel considering how much you liked to get fucked like this. You know why that is, don't you?"

You groan and nod, burning pain and pleasure blending into each other and producing and overwhelming sensation that makes your whole body weak. Steve grips at your hair and tugs your head back, still jackhammering into you relentlessly,

"I didn't hear you."

"You-you're so big, Steve." You manage to choke out between rough groans.

Steve's hand tightens in your hair.

"What was that?"

"You're huge, Steve!" Tears prick at your eyes as Steve's hips hammer into yours. "You're so big, I can barely take it."

"That's right, baby, and you love it anyway."

"Fuck me harder please, Steve. I want you to ruin me!" Tears spill over onto your cheeks as an orgasm rips your body.

Steve's hands on your hips are all that's keeping you upright anymore. Your brain starts to cloud, euphoria burning through your body and making you squeal. The only thing keeping your pleasure addled brain from fogging over entirely is the still tantalising though of Steve's cum filling you up and spilling out of you. As if on cue Steve's body starts to tense against you, cock swelling and hot cum sprays into you. Your body collapses against his and you feel two large arms wrap around your ribcage and lower your to the ground.

Steve switches the vibrator off and carefully pulls your underwear off, slipping them into his pocket. Scrabbling through a shelf of cleaning products Steve finds some clean clothes and helps shift you to sit on them, moving your skirt so you don't get it stained.

"Don't worry, sweet thing." He whispers, stroking your face. "We'll get you all cleaned up, just catch your breath first, alright."

You look up at him with a weak smile, head still spinning. He moves beside you and sits down, pulling you in close to him and stroking your hair. You melt into his arms, lying limply against him as they tighten around you.

"I hope that was alright." He says, stammering a little. "I mean... I just hope it wasn't too much."

There was something so endearing about how bashful Steve always got after being dominant. The way his cheeks always flushed pink, and his words got tangled as he tried to make sure you had everything you needed. How quickly his harsh demeanor vanishes that soft, sweet boy reappears just in time to gd you tight, makes you feel so incredibly safe.

"It was perfect, Steve." You murmer breathlessly, before looking down and letting out a weak laugh, "I've got no underwear."

Steve laughs too, before lifting you carefully to your feet and leading you to the employee bathroom. He cleans you up, each movement so careful as to not overstimulate you any further. When he's done he steps out of his jeans and pulls his boxers off, letting you lean on his shoulder so that you can step into them, then pulling them up for you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Won't you be uncomfortable?" You ask as he slips back into his jeans.

Steve smiles and cups your face in his hands.

"After everything you did in there I think it's the least I can do."

You smile, blushing a little as you stare into those deep brown eyes.

"Besides," he says playfully, "I'm sure I'll get them off you again when we get home."

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