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Master-List Link | FIFTY FOLLOWER SPECIAL
Synopsis: Steve's been rather busy, all you want is his attention, but the way you go about it gets you in a bit of trouble.
Word Count: 1.8k
!Trigger Warnings! - ceo!steve rogers. desk humping? thigh riding. use of the word "slut" like once? soft/dom steve. mentions of aftercare. use of a safe word. overstimulation. dirty talk. orgasm denial.
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You Can Be The Boss - S.Love
1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47
Steve was busy. He has been all day. Taking calls, scheduling appointments, and no doubt filling his bank account. You, however, wanted attention.
Needed it.
Craved it.
A bright idea popped into your head, what if you offered a distraction to the businessman? Something he couldn’t say no to? Something that would have his cock hardening and your needs satisfied.
It was how you ended up here, in almost nothing but a set of black skimpy lingerie, your hardened nipples on display, and your sex wet against the black panties.
Your fingers curled to form a fist, wrapping your fingers around the gold handle of Steve’s office, you pushed the door open, a seductive smile playing at your lips.
Steve was on a phone call, dealing with personal security for you. He didn’t want those vultures, photographers, reporters, journalists anywhere near you.
You were his and his only. They had scrambled when they heard his voice at the end, demanding that security be set in place as soon as possible. He had the phone tilted to his ear, gripping the screen tightly.
Steve wasn’t expecting to see you, standing at his door, in nothing but pretty lingerie he bought for you just a few weeks ago. Steve pulls the phone away from his ear, seeing the way your lips flare, an attempt to excite him, He’s sure.
“Sweetheart, you can’t be in here.”
You smile, strutting over to where his hips are angled at his desk, propping himself up on the wood. Steve watches as you attempt to raise yourself to his height, placing a fragrant kiss against his lips.
Steve doesn't move though, no matter how much he wants to. He grabs your hips, pulling you away from him, placing you off to the side. You couldn’t lie, it hurt to be brushed off like that.
You didn’t know however, it was for good reason. Steve sighed loudly, crossing his ankles.
He had been put on hold.
You, however, saw the frustration on Steve’s face and knew he wasn’t going to give you attention unless you got his first. You had already got him hooked, seeing those pretty panties and lacy bralette, now you just had to reel him in.
You round his desk, fully aware of Steve’s eyes on you. You stop at one of the multiple wooden corners. You place both hands on the wood, lifting your hips so your cunt is just at the edge.
And that's when you began, bucking your hips once against the smooth wood. You sighed with relief, feeling the pent-up arousal disintegrating as you begin to use Steve’s desk. Your eyes close, losing yourself in the way your soaking folds rub luxuriously over the wood.
You feel his eyes burn into you as you open yours back up, gasping as you meet Steve's intense stare. He’s stopped everything, his phone lay against his desk, face up.
He’s muted.
Your breath shortens, seeing how Steve has turned, facing you at the corner of his desk. Your hips stop their bucking, eyeing something hard bulging against his slacks.“Don’t stop now, sweetheart. Keep going.”
You fan a breath, watching Steve’s eyes. They stay where your soaking sex meets the desk edge, rubbing your clit over the wood.
“Steve.” You seem to beg, but Steve shakes his head, denying you his touch.
“Keep humping it, you want my attention, you got it now.” Despite the meaning, Steve’s tone sounded far more irritated, agitated that you were the one thing stopping him from setting up your protection.
His one weakness. The one person he couldn’t ignore.
You close your eyes again, bucking, watching as your desire soaks through the thin fabric shielding your cunt from obliteration, the slick makes it easier for you to move.
The pleasure that rushes through you is unimaginable, you however are not focused on that. With your eyes closed, you allow your imagination to run wild, drawing from the sound of Steve’s very real heavy breaths.
You imagined it was his cock you were rubbing against, Steve would groan as he pistons your hips down, with no intention of letting you go until you both came. You could feel his arousal soaking through his pants, his gentle features contorting in unbelievable pleasure.
His fingers would find your mouth, instructing you to open it. Steve would slip a digit inside, watching as you took his thumb in between your teeth, biting ever so gently on the flesh.
He would bring your lips to his, parting them open with his tongue, all while you rode his imprisoned cock, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear.
“Good girl, sweetheart. Take what you need.”
“That’s it, beautiful girl, doing so well, rubbing against me so perfectly.”
“You're so wet, you gonna make a sloppy mess on my cock?”
It was all but too much, you worked your hips harder against the desk, imagining Steve’s body underneath you as your orgasm builds.
Only to be ripped away.
Your eyes fly open as the scene you imagined disintegrates. Familiar hands cup your hips, pulling you backward.
“Steve?” You whimper, your clit swollen, your desire racking through your body. Steve doesn't answer you, instead, his large hands bring you down on top of him, backing himself to plop down on his leather couch.
“If you want to be a slut for my attention, at least use it.” His cold voice whispers, grabbing your hips, and placing your swollen cunt right against his muscled thigh. You yelp, the pain and pleasure of having another object rubbing against you settling in.
“Go ahead, ride my thigh if you need me so badly.” Steve retorts,
“ ‘could have just used your desk.” You bite back, wincing as Steve pushes you down harshly, a mini punishment for your words.
“And make a mess all over my workspace? Sweetheart, if you want to come, do it right” Your hair frames his face as you look down, seeing the way his beard frames his features, his eyes rocking intensely against you.
Steve, however, does not have time for your ogling, he forces a thrust from you, seeing the way your back arches and your hips jut forward, leaving behind a trail of your juices on his pants.
You moan at the sudden motion, feeling your cunt tighten around nothing. Steve loved this, forcing you to ride his thigh, angling you away from his clothed cock, denying you the pleasure.
Steve smiles to himself as you start to guide your own thrust, humping his lap. He knew exactly what would get you going. His tone is husky and wet, demanding and dominant. “You want me to whisper sweet things in your ear?”
Your eyes shine as you whimper, nodding. Nothing in this world even closely compared to Steve’s filthy mouth. You wait for Steve to pull you close to him, continuing riding his thigh, attempting to find your climax.
“Too bad, only good girls get to hear them.” Steve tsks, hearing your whine.
That was cruel.
“Bad girls don’t get my cock, they don’t get my filthy words.” You are damn near tears, the only thing stopping you is the pleasure coursing through your veins, you were very close to coming. A pit formed in your stomach, filling itself with anticipation, you wanted to barrel over the edge without being interrupted.
Steve was going to let you, but making you think he wasn’t was something he loved to spectate. You sped up your movements, your hips rocking against him, scarred he wasn’t going to give you the release you wanted. His cock twitched in his pants, wanting so badly to fuck you right here.
He knew he couldn’t, he needed to show you how rude it was to interrupt him, with lingerie no less. Did you really think the lingerie was necessary? Steve didn’t care what you were wearing, as long as it was you.
And the simple fact you thought you needed it to impress him was upsetting.
Your orgasm was cresting, and before you could scream, Steve pressed his thigh into your pussy, hitting your clit with heavenly pressure. His fingers tighten at your hips as you ride out your orgasm, never edging you on, never opening his mouth to give you the praises you so desperately wanted.
Internally though, Steve’s mind was racing.
“Such a good girl, coming on my leg.”
“I know baby, I’ll make you come, trust me.”
“You're so pretty on top of me, sweetheart.”
You pant as your orgasm ceases, rolling back the tide of ecstasy. Steve showed no signs of stopping, he moved your hips again, forcing you to rub against his thigh, pushing his knee into you.
You whimper, throwing your head back, and gripping onto his wrist. Your features crushed into a wince. Steve’s lips meet your neck, allowing you to shift under him, he kisses up your throat, burying his nose at your shoulder.
“I know it hurts baby, but how else will you learn if not through punishment?”
You clench again, your clit is puffy, and your breaths are panned out as Steve forces another orgasm out of you, seeing the wet patch grow each time he bucks your hips.
For you, it was far too much. Steve's lips, his words, his fingers. You couldn’t come again, it was just. too. much.
“Red, Fuck. Steve, red!” Your lips pursed, your cheeks wet with tears as you yell your safe word. Steve stops immediately, pulling you off of him, placing your sore body on the couch as he gets on his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his.
“Are you alright, baby? Are you hurt?” He pleads, eyes attempting to search your own.
You shook your head, looking out his office windows, trying not to show Steve your tear-stained features. However, he pulled your chin to look down where he crouched, wiping away the droplets with his palm.
“Talk to me, baby. Did I hurt you?” His words are rushed as he kisses each of your fingers, urging you to speak. Your breaths were returning to normal, and your tears had ceased.
“It was too much-” You sniffle, feeling his lips brush against your knuckles, “Steve. I’m sorry.” You finish, attempting to pull away.
He doesn't let you, he keeps your chin in place, allowing you to view the way his body looks, on his knees for you.
For you, and only you.
“You have nothing to be sorry about, I shouldn’t have pushed you that far. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Forgive me?” He asks, his brows raising, his smooth lips place a kiss just above your fingers, past your knuckles.
“Of course.”
Steve raises from his knees, not bothering to brush off his soaked pants as he offers his hand to you.
“Come on, sweet girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.”