Making him watch
word count: 3.8k | steve harrington x fem!reader | (18+) smut. mdni.
summary: steve got grumpy over no pda >:( , now you're making it up to him by showing him just how needy he's been.
warnings: established relationship, slightly bratty steve, sub steeeeb <3, handjob, mirror used for teasing :P, edging?? HAHA, uhh cum eating (#happytrailmentioned)
a/n: HAI!! i've been sitting on this idea for a while and finally locked in. needy and eager steve is the red sauce that makes me go crazy.
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For once, you and your boyfriend’s schedules aligned, and you were actually able to spend some time together. Just the two of you. No babysitting. No interruptions. Just you and Steve.
You had both agreed to go out for lunch, chatting about anything and everything. Then got some shopping done, picking out new outfits for each other, but not before ending up lip-locked in the dressing rooms. You guys had some time to kill before you were supposed to be heading to catch your movie anyway.
You take note of something though.
Steve’s been clinging to you all day.
His hands always seem to find their way to your waist, keeping you close. He’s been showering you with kisses. Both in and out of the dressing rooms…
Mumbling compliments laced with temptation into your neck. You can tell he’s getting into a certain mood.
You both finally make it into the theater and settle into your seats. It’s pretty packed for a mid-day screening. Halfway through the movie, Steve’s attention is fully on you. He’s not even looking at the screen anymore. He has a hand splayed over your lap, fingers curling around your inner thigh. He leans in and nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your skin and you feel his teeth moments later.
“Steve…” you whisper.
“Hmmmh?” he hums back, hand gripping you harder as he leans his face further into you.
Your hand digs in his hair and you give him a few light scratches.
“Steve, c'mon....not here-” your voice is soft and gentle. Normally, you’d never put up a protest for a good time, but you were well aware of the families and groups of strangers in the seats surrounding you. You can already sense the attitude to come.
As predicted, he pulls away with a huff of irritation, but stays close enough that your faces are nearly touching. Your hand lands on top of the one he has on your thigh. You intertwine your fingers with his.
His eyes are big and his lips form into a subtle pout. Eyebrows furrowing, making him look a little annoyed.
There he is. Your bitchy boyfriend. <3
You take his attitude as a blessing in disguise sometimes, because of how ridiculous it seems: he’s cranky because he can’t jump your bones right here, right now. Like, it irritates him to the point where he starts to get snappy. Only Steve Harrington. <333
The corners of your lips twitch into a smile and a giggle escapes.
“You mad at me?”
Steve’s eyes dart around your face.
“A little,” he pouts.
You raise your eyebrows at his response, “Yeah?”
He purses his lips to the side and nods his head repeatedly.
Somehow he’s still incredibly endearing even when he’s being bratty. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips.
“Will you forgive me?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him.
He looks at you with half-lidded eyes, scanning every bit of your face.
“Mmm. Maybe. If you make it up to me later,” he says as he lets go of your hand and crosses his arms over his chest, turning his attention back to the movie.
Ouch.
Your mouth falls open into a smile as you let out a scoff. You lay your head on his shoulder.
“That was mean, baby,” you tease.
You feel him press a quick kiss to your hair, because of course he would. Underneath the attitude, he’s all whipped and soft for you, kind of like frosting. Sweet and addicting.
“I don’t like being shut down”
You lift your head up to look at him.
“We’re in public, Steve. People everywhere,” you whisper with a lighthearted tone.
He practically rolls his eyes, “Yeah, whatever.”
The movie ends and you two start walking back to Steve’s car. You cuddle up to him, hugging an arm around his waist, knowing he’s still probably bitter about earlier. He snakes his hand into your back pocket and you feel his fingers settle around the curve of your ass. Good sign.
“Where to?” he asks, keys jingling in his other hand.
“My place?” you suggest. “We’ll have the house to ourselves…” you add, knowingly.
He looks at you, fighting back a smirk, “Sounds good to me.”
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After hanging out on the couch for a while, Steve follows you into your bedroom. He takes a seat at the edge of your bed. You’re drawing the frilly floral curtains decorating your window. A faint golden light shines through.
“Hey,” he calls out, leaning back on his hands.
You turn around, taking in the sight of him. He scans the room as if he’s scoping the place out.
“Huh…look at that. We’re no longer in public,” he says with a smug look on his face, referring to earlier when you put a stop to his advances.
You exhale with a laugh. A smile forming on your lips. You take slow strides across the carpet towards him until you’re standing in between his legs. His eyes stay on you the whole time. He sits up and his long fingers wrap around the back of your thighs. Your own hands drape around his neck.
“I dunno, Harrington. You were kinda harsh back there,” you tease, looking down at him with a faint smirk. He looks up at you, eyes big and gleaming. He starts to place soft kisses along your arm, watching you like a puppy dog.
“I didn’t mean it, baby-” he switches to your other arm, speaking in between pecks, “just been. aching for you. all day.”
You comb through the front of his hair softly and settle your hand on his cheek, swiping your thumb across his skin.
“Yeah? I could tell.” There’s a subtle sultryness in your voice.
A low hum vibrates in his throat, “What a tease.”
“Hmph. You have no idea,” you say before you meet his lips in a slow kiss.
He smiles into it before he pulls back, the tips of your noses touching.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he can’t hide the excitement in his tone.
“Wanna find out?”
He moves his grip up your skin, palming your ass in his large hands.
“Yes ma’am,” he replies contently.
You like the sound of that. And the sight. He’s completely pliable for you. His fixated gaze makes you realize you have full control right now. Your fingers cradle his chin and the way he’s looking up at you sends a rush through your body. You can’t help the grin that stretches over your lips.
“Lose the shirt,” you direct softly.
“Happily.”
He listens right away, hands moving quickly to pull his shirt over his head as he tosses it behind him somewhere.
Watching him closely, you notice the urgency he takes on. A pleased hum materializes in your chest. He seems to receive it as a nonverbal praise by the way his eyes soften and pupils double in size.
Your hands grip his bare, meaty shoulders as you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek. On his jawline. Right below his ear. Down his neck. You slide your hands down his chest as you drag your mouth all over him.
His skin is soft, tan, and covered in moles. You love using them as a guide, kissing and licking wherever they’re scattered.
He places his hand right where your shoulder and neck meet, massaging into your skin. His touch is gentle but filled with a pleading invitation.
Lowering yourself on your knees, you continue peppering his skin with kisses as you reach his torso.
His skin becomes bouncier as you reach his belly. A soft pudge pools over the waistband of his jeans. Your mouth grazes over his happy trail, the dark patch of hairs tickling your nose as you spend a little extra time admiring him there.
You come back up and kiss him lovingly. He meets your lips with haste, deepening the contact. His hands scoop your face tightly, pressing your mouths against each other harder.
Hearing his breathing become ragged, your own hands take charge of undoing his belt buckle in a few short motions.
“Jeans off,” you make sure to specify. He moves to lift himself up briefly and slides the denim down and out of the way. Leaving him now in only his boxers. You place both hands on his knees and slowly, very slowly, slide them up. The faint tickle of his hairy thighs prominent underneath your palms.
You look up at him and he seems to be bracing himself. Teeth biting down on his lower lip. Nostrils flaring ever so slightly. Eyes droopy with desire. Your fingers dip underneath the hem of his boxers, moving up just enough for him to shutter at the sensation.
You keep one hand placed on his thigh as you take the other and pull him in for another kiss. He moans at the feel, melting into you.
As you kiss him messily, you let your hand wander up his thigh, fingertips juuust barely making contact with the bulge in his lap. He groans into your mouth. You hear the way he’s starting to unravel.
His tongue slips past his teeth and finds yours. Wet and needy. He’s practically sucking your face, growing more and more eager by the second.
The intensity brings a moan from your throat and into his mouth. He swallows it and reciprocates. Louder. More frantic.
Your hands move against him again. This time, palming him through his boxers. He feeds a whimper into your open mouth. It pulses right through your core.
If there was one thing you loved most in the world, it was turning Steve into a needy, whimpering mess. He looks so pretty with his eyebrows furrowed and his perfect pink lips parted into an open gasp. It fuels you right up.
His hips grind against your hand, dying for more contact. Once. Twice. Something comes over you and you know exactly what kind of cards you want to play.
With a third roll of his hips, you sit back on your heels the moment you feel him move. Both of your hands in your own lap.
“Wha-”
He looks down at you, confusion taking over his previously angelic expression.
Your mouth hangs open, trying to find the right words.
“Honey…all I want you to do is to sit back and let me take care of you. Alright?” There’s a slight rasp in your voice, but quiet and calm enough to get through to him.
He doesn’t register what you’re telling him for a moment, but he nods along. Throat bobbing as he swallows. You can tell he’s just so eager and impatient at this point.
“Fu- yeah, okay,” the words fall out of him in a quick whisper, barely audible.
It looks like he’s in a trance. A literal trance.
Every time you take the lead, he gets shy and nervous.
Nervous that he won’t be able to last long enough to see your tactics through.
You know this. He always tells you about it after. How he finds it ‘so fucking hot’. Knowing that you’re able to wear him down like this fills you with immense pleasure — in every sense of the word.
Your eyes land on the tent in his boxers. It’s hard to miss. He’s gripping the edge of the mattress with white knuckles.
Both of your hands land on either side of his hips. You lay your face on one of his thighs, his erection in your direct line of sight. The outline of his dick is strained hard against the fabric. His tip threatening to bust through the large dark spot he managed to create with his precum.
“Awww…that looks like it hurts,” you tease softly as you stare at the sight. Saliva starts pooling in your mouth.
Steve closes his eyes shut and swallows dryly.
“Mmhm…ngh. Not…helping-” he mumbles weakly.
You bring your face to his lap and kiss his tip right through the wet fabric. His mouth hangs open with a groan as he tenses under you. Your tongue now swirling lazy circles around his head.
“Fuuucck,” he drawls out.
He brings a hand to cradle the back of your head as you lick him.
You pull back at the feel of his touch and you begin to stand. Steve quickly turns his focus on you in anticipation.
“Take those off,” you direct as you climb onto the bed next to him. With a brief rustle, Steve peeled off his boxers in record time. You position yourself so that you’re just slightly behind his body. He automatically starts to shift himself towards you, but you wrap your hand around his jaw and snap his head forward, stopping his motion.
“Uh-uh,” you interject.
Both your eyes and his are watching each other in the large full-length mirror across your bed. You lean down and align your lips to his ear.
“I want you to just watch. Can you do that for me?”
You can practically see the words seep into his brain and rush straight down to his dick.
He lets out a small breath he didn’t realize he was holding. His eyes finally start to blink, catching up to the present moment, watching you stare back at him.
He begins to nod with an open mouth, “Oh, fuck,” his voice is strained, “Yeah. Yes. Done.”
“Good,” you press a kiss to his face and turn to look back into the mirror. He looks thrilled. Eyes glossy and pleading. Lips curled into a faint smile. If he had a tail, it would be wagging a mile a minute.
You take your hands and start them off on his shoulders, running them down his chest, making sure he’s watching you in the silver glass.
“I don’t want your eyes leaving this mirror. I want you to watch yourself…...want you to watch me.”
Your hands reach his torso and soon they slide flat against his thighs. Just inches away from his crotch. His eyes follow their path in the reflection before him.
“And hands off, okay? Don’t move a muscle,” you warn him, waiting for a response.
He watches your stern expression in the frame in front of him.
“Yeah, got it,” he nods.
“Just....please, baby,” he turns his head to nuzzle into you as he leaves open-mouthed kisses on your skin.
“Hurts so bad. Please. I need you,” he whimpers into your body before he returns his gaze on the mirror.
You look down over his shoulder and see for yourself. His shaft is pulsating with veins. His tip is glossy and bright pink. So fucking pretty.
Before you touch him, you bring your right hand up to his mouth.
“Spit.”
He turns to look at you, a little taken aback for some reason, but he obliges and spews his saliva onto your hand. You slide your fingers across his mouth, collecting every drop. His tongue wets his lips.
You bring your hand to your own mouth and do the same. You’re both looking into the mirror as you wrap your fingers around his base. Dragging up and down his length. Mixing your spit, warm and slick.
Steve’s jaw went slack. He lets out a moan that connects straight to your walls, leaving you clenching in around nothing.
Moving up his shaft, you swipe your thumb across his slit, spreading the precum that was beading over.
He closes his eyes and throws his head back.
You let go at an instant.
He snaps his head to look at you over his shoulder, a pout forming on his face.
“Ngh…Baby, why’d you stop??” He whines, looking completely devastated.
“You gotta listen to me, Steve. Eyes on the mirror.”
Letting out a huff, his eyes lock in on you ahead, urging you to keep going.
Your hand wraps back around him and you start stroking him again.
Working him at a steady pace, you trail your eyes over him in the mirror. He’s looking right back at you with his eyebrows pulled tight together. His lips are parted into an ‘o’ shape.
You bring your eyes down to where your hand connects with him. His eyes follow. Your gaze is back on his face, studying his expressions, wanting to burn them in your memory.
While he’s watching your hand glide up and down, you start twisting at the tip. Fingers finding the sensitive spot on the underside of his head. He lets out loud, breathy moans. Whimpering and groaning like his life depends on it, since being vocal is the only thing he’s allowed to do.
You nuzzle your face into his neck while your hand keeps its motion.
“So loud for me tonight, you make the prettiest sounds…” you mumble into his skin.
Your mouth finds the vein jutting out from his neck and you press several kisses against it, feeling his pulse point thump against your lips. His heartbeat is frantic.
He grunts out a couple of soft gasps now that you’re pressed close against him. You move your mouth up and bite his ear. He loses his mind. With your touching and teasing, Steve’s as needy as ever.
He bucks his hips up into your fist. Tsk Tsk. You let go again.
“Shit, ‘m sorry…feels s’good. Please, I-I’ll stay still.” He’s out of breath and eager.
“I told you-”
“I know, baby. I know. I’ll be better.”
There’s a hint of agony in his voice. Dipping down between his words. He wants this so bad. You’ve got him all hot and bothered to the point of no return.
You notice how his gaze never deviated away from the mirror. He’s learning.
“Are you sure?” you decide to tease him about it for a moment, leaning back enough to watch his profile.
“Yes. I promise,” his throat bobbing in a dry swallow, “Please?”
You smile at the sound of his begging.
“Try not to ruin the best part.”
Steve shakes his head, “I won’t. I won’t.” He whispers the last part, almost like he’s talking to himself. Seeing him so strung up is feeding something within you.
Taking his length back in your hand, he twitches at the contact. A proper wince leaves his lips. He’s so incredibly sensitive now. His tip growing a deep red. You pump him a few times, rolling your wrist as you twist around his head again.
You hear him mumble under his breath as he keeps his eyes straight ahead, just like he’s been told.
You see his eyes take in everything before him. Now he’s actually watching.
Watching you jerk him off. Following your hand. Up and down. His breath hitches as he feels the mirror start to make sense to him. It’s starting to click, why you were so insistent about keeping his eyes glued to it.
You see his eyes move their way up his body and to his face. He stares at himself for a while and it makes your stomach flip.
You place your chin on his shoulder as you both now study his face. You squeeze your grip around his dick, feeling the veins along his shaft against your touch.
His face contorts as he hisses through gritted teeth.
“Now you see?”
His eyes shift over on your face next to his.
“See how needy and desperate you are?”
Your hand slows its speed, but drags harder against him, squeezing his cock with purpose. It drives him crazy. Moans becoming loud and whiney again as he watches his dick twitch in your hold.
“How easily you come undone for me? Hmm?”
Steve’s hands are pale as he grips the edge of the bed with all he’s got. He feels you stop your motion for a second, but you don’t let go yet. You’re waiting for a response. His eyes jump to your face at an instant.
“Yes. Oh my go-od, yes,” his voice wavers out of pure panic that you’ll let go again.
The sound you make in response makes his face burn hot. You continue your calculated strokes and bury your face in his shoulder. Kissing along his skin while your other hand snakes into his hair and tugs. Whimpers leaving his throat.
You lean over and drop a glob of spit directly on his tip. You both watch it drip down his shaft and pool at your fist before you spread it around.
“Fuuuckk,” he groans, almost cocking his head back, but stopping himself before he breaks contact with the frame.
You can tell he’s close by the way he’s starting to flex his tummy. Muscles contorting as you work him up to his approach. He starts mumbling in flustered whispers.
“Steve?” you press a kiss to his temple, coaxing the words out of him.
“Faster. Mmmnhm. Go faster,” he urges.
His hips twitch briefly before you pick up the pace, stroking him faster. The warmth of your spit feeling heavenly against his dick. His jaw hangs open and moans start rolling out.
Both of your eyes dancing in the mirror. Watching everything all at once. The sight of him losing composure makes you feel feral. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties.
“Haa. Honey- fuck ‘mso so close,” he hisses weakly.
A whimper of your own escapes your lips and goes right through Steve. He looks worn out.
“Hmm yeah? Go ahead, make a mess-” you encourage him, feeling a tingle burst through your chest at the sound of his voice.
Steve starts tensing beneath your touch with broken whimpers. As he approaches his climax, he brings his arm up and his hand takes hold of the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. Itching to grasp onto something. You time it perfectly so that when he finishes, you control his aim towards his stomach.
He covers his tummy with his own cum. Warm white ropes cling to his skin.
You keep pumping him until he’s shaking and convulsing. The moans that fill the air are like music to your ears.
You let go and kneel in front of him, wedging yourself in between his legs.
He drops his head down to watch you, chest heaving from his high.
You lean in and lick the mess he just spilled over himself, swallowing his salty release. A guttural moan leaves his throat. He’s finally able to roll his eyes back comfortably. Lucky him.
The patch of hairs lining his stomach cling to the sticky substance. You hover your mouth over his happy trail, sucking and licking until every last drop is gone.
Steve grabs your arm and pulls you up to the bed with him. He takes your face and kisses you with a hungry passion. Tongues brushing against each other eagerly. You’re sure he can taste traces of himself, sending a warm feeling to your core.
“Definitely forgiven,” he pulls back just enough to watch the smile on your face.