okay! I’d like to make a request of Steve and the reader going to a nye party but the reader is just so pretty and Steve “can’t keep his hands to himself” Harrington just wants to get his hands on her… but he has to wait🤭 and boy is he not patient. So long story short he is just trying to get the reader alone but every time an opportunity presents itself - someone disrupts and Steve is livid!
But then finally, Steve gets her alone and he can’t wait any longer so he just rips her tights and is absolutely ravishing her
Please and thank you and I love all your stories… especially your 2023 kinktober… It’s my favorite🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️❤️❤️
happy belated new years my love 😅🤭 hope you enjoy!
It was New Years Eve and you barely made it out of the house in one piece.
You were on your way to a party, Steve and yourself, an annual New Years party where all your friends would be. But you decided to wear that pretty little black dress, the one with the straps and the low cut neckline. The one that hugged your body in all the right places and Steve simply couldn’t help himself. How could you blame him?
He couldn’t help but stare at you the whole night. When you were chatting closely with Robin and Nancy in the corner, you felt his eyes on you. A coy smirk on his face when you finally caught his eye, his eyes raking over your body, up and down. He couldn’t take much more of it though, being able to look and not touch you. He needed you and he needed you now.
So he cornered you in the kitchen, when you were innocently trying to get another drink. He skulked behind you, snaking his arms around his waist, his lips hovering over your shoulders and neck, his warm breath making your skin erupt in goosebumps.
“Hey,” he whispered in your ear, his lips kissing over the shell, “couldn’t help but notice how pretty you look tonight.”
You rolled your eyes but smirked at his words nonetheless. Extending your neck to the side to give him access to where he wanted to be. Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips guided over your skin. Steve soon spun you around in his arms, backing you up into the kitchen counter, caging you in with his strong arms.
He leaned into you, his lips catching yours in a searing kiss. You smiled against his kiss, your fingers dancing up his chest until they reached the collar of his polo, gripping the material between your fingertips to bring him closer to you.
Just when Steve was about to slide his tongue along your bottom lip, someone cleared their throat from behind you. Steve let his forehead rest against your own, a sigh falling from his lips as he turned around. You peaked your head out from behind Steve to see Robin stood there with a grin on her face.
“Steve,” she murmured, “I need to, uh, can I steal your girlfriend away from your mouth for a second?”
You looked at him with a sheepish smile on your face, a subtle shrug from your shoulders and the word ‘sorry’ whispered from your mouth. He responded with his own smile, one final kiss to your lips before he spoke.
“We’ll pick this up later, yeah?” You only nodded before Robin dragged you away.
It carried on like this throughout the night, someone stealing you away at every opportunity and Steve had had enough. So when the clock struck midnight and everyone else was busy celebrating and cheering, drinking or kissing their partners he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and dragged you off to the nearest bathroom, closing the door and clicking the lock behind him.
“What, no New Year’s kiss for me, Stevie?” you teased, folding your arms over your chest.
Steve said nothing. He only crashed his lips against yours, holding your face in his large palms as he did so. Your arms immediately fell to your sides, your eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you hotly.
He moved his lips to your neck, down your collarbone and down to where your dress revealed your cleavage. Steve spoke between the wet kisses he was leaving over your skin, “Been trying to get you alone all damn night,” he hushed, breath hot against your skin, “this pretty little dress of yours has been driving me nuts.”
You could only smirk, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Maybe you intended to rile him up a little, knowing he loved this dress on you, loved how the material hugged all your curves, how the low cut neckline made your tits look amazing. Maybe you wanted this, wanted him to get you all alone so he could fuck you stupid.
Steve’s teeth nipped at the skin of your chest, sucking gently, surely leaving a bruise you would have to attempt to cover up later. His hands travelled down your waist lifting you so were sat atop the bathroom counter, the cold granite burning your hot skin through the material of the sheer black tights you wore.
He kept kissing you, on any part of your skin he could find, his hands hiking your dress up your body, past your hips until it sat around your waist. He gripped your thighs tightly, pushing them apart until he could see the pink lace beneath the sheer material. He brushed his fingers over your core, the hitch in your breath when he did so made his cock grow stiffer in his jeans.
So his fingers pinched at the material, pulling as hard as he could until he tore a hole in your tights, a hole right where he wanted to be. You shrieked in reply, a noise, thankfully, not loud enough to hear over the music downstairs.
“Steve!” you scolded him, swatting at his shoulder lightly. Steve simply responded with a roll of his eyes and a chuckle as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties, moving the material to the side and revealing your pussy to him.
“Come on, baby,” he cooed, “I’ll take you shopping and buy you ten new pairs. Promise.”
As desperately as Steve wanted to plunge his cock deep inside you, he couldn’t not tease you. He let his fingers rub at your clit softly before they travelled down to your hole, sinking a single digit inside, your wet walls engulfing him. The moan came out strained and whiney, your head rolling back as he teased you.
“Oh, look at her, baby,” he mewled, “she’s already so wet, huh? And it's all for me?” Steve held back a groan as he moved his finger in and out of you, over and over again, your wetness leaking down his finger.
“Steve, please,” you whimpered, begging your boyfriend with your eyelashes and your big doe eyes.
“Please what, honey?” he asked, voice smooth as silk. “You want my cock, is that it? Want me to fuck this sweet little pussy stupid, yeah?”
“Please,” you whined again, spreading your legs wider as if that would persuade him to give you what you wanted. And it did.
Steve unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down to his thighs. His boxers soon followed, his thick cock springing free from its confines. He wrapped his fingers around his length, stroking in slow motions as his warm brown eyes bore into yours.
“Ready, angel?” he whispered, lining myself up with your pussy, his thick head pushing through your folds, teasing up and down, catching on your clit.
You nodded furiously, pursing your lips together as your eyes watched carefully where you were about to be connected. Steve gripped your thigh to keep you spread, pushing his cock inside you slowly. You both moaned out at the feeling, the noise bouncing off the white tile of the bathroom.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve groaned, his head rolling back, exposing his Adam’s apple and his thick neck. His pretty pink lips parted beautifully, his hand squeezing your thigh as the other still held the base of his cock as he pushed into you more, inch by inch.
Once he was fully inside, it wasn’t long before Steve was bottoming out, his thrusts picking up in speed, his thighs slapping against yours as he ravished you. You wailed out as the tip of Steve’s cock began to stroke against that sweet spot, your nails trying their best to grip the cool granite countertop.
Steve’s fat cock bullied its way in and out of your pussy, your tight, wet walls clenching his length. He took his lip between his teeth as he gripped both of your thighs, pushing them up against your stomach as you leaned back against the wall. He watched with intent as you swallowed him up, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
You cried out in pleasure, tears forming at your lashes as you felt the pressure building at the core of your stomach. You did your best to let your hand slither between your legs to your clit, your fingers rubbing haphazardly at the swollen nub.
“Oh, baby,” Steve cooed, gripping your thighs harder, a grip so tight that would surely leave marks by morning, “you feel so fuckin’ good, been dreamin’ about this pussy all night, fuck. Tell me how good my cock feels, baby, hm? Taking it like the good girl you are.”
“I–, oh my God,” you whined, throwing your head back against the tiles, “you f-feel, fuck, Steve, you feel so good. So good. Your big cock feels so good filling up my tight little pussy.” You knew Steve loved a bit of dirty talk, that devilish grin always spreading across his features when the filthy words trickled from your mouth.
“Yeah, it fuckin’ does.” He chuckled, a groan tumbling past his lips shortly after. You were both close, the way your pussy clenched him with every thrust, the way his body tensed all over, the way both your moans got more frequent and high-pitched the longer his cock was inside you.
“Y’gonna cum for me, angel?” he asked, his hips snapping against your thighs vigorously, he had you practically bent in half in this position. “Want you to make a mess all over my cock, I, f-fuck, can’t hold it much longer.”
His words erupted the butterflies in your stomach, the thought of Steve being desperate to cum, desperate to fill you up had you reeling and your skin burning. You clung onto his biceps, your nails digging into the taut skin there, leaving behind faint crescent shaped marks. Your orgasm was around the corner and the moans and dirty words wouldn’t stop now, you were already too far gone, too far to care about anyone who may be lurking on the other side of the door.
“Oh, yesyesyes,” you cried in a wail, “‘m gonna fuckin’ cum all over that cock, shit, please don’t stop, Stevie.”
Steve’s eyes rolled back, his head following in tandem as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He forced his gaze back to you and your fucked out daze, “That’s it, sweet girl,” he cooed, “there you go. Let it all go, good girl.”
You were almost too delirious from your own climax to notice Steve had reached his. He held your thighs in a bruising grip, his body tense as his lips parted. Deep groans and grunts spilled from his mouth as he emptied inside you, whispers of oh please, oh fuck moaned into the air of the small bathroom.
It took you both a minute to compose yourselves, your chests heaving as you caught your breath. Steve pulled himself from you with a sigh, the cold air hitting the sensitive skin of his softening cock. His gaze falling to where his cum was leaking from your spent hole.
You went to move from the counter but not before Steve stopped you, “Easy there, tiger,” he teased, “let’s get you cleaned up before we go back out there.”
You both fixed your clothes, taking a final glance in the steamed up mirror to fix your makeup and hair. You went for the doorknob but not before Steve wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you back into him.
He held you with one hand on your cheek, the other on your waist, thumb stroking over the material of your dress. “‘m sorry, you just look so beautiful tonight and I just got desperate,” he chuckled, brushing his lips against yours sweetly, “I just had to feel you.”
Heat creeped up your cheeks, not for the last time tonight you were sure, a coy smile tugging on your lips as you returned the kiss, whispering against his lips, “S’ok, Stevie,” you hummed, “I like it when you’re desperate.”
Moonday returns. Mercury is out of retrograde as of tomorrow, and the election doom starts. Hoping for the good outcome for all my American friends. - #bathtime #Redhead #MoonDay #BootyBootyBooty #InTheTub #BathSelfie #BubbleBath (at Toronto, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHF-j8Are4p/?igshid=kt419iw4slhd
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Self care Saturday... my current situation. Bosslady-ing all week took a turn for the wild and woolly. Today i slept late, took a gentle yoga class and now i am soaking my bones in a tub... Taking care of ourselves is important. You cannot fill another persons cup without keeping your own filled first. ~lessons~
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