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give it a try - s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

words: 5k

summary: steve wants to try something new with his girlfriend.

warnings/tags: smut (18+ only, minors dni), unprotected sex, P in V, horny af!steve, dom!steve (duh it's me), squirting, fingering, oral- fem receiving, dirty talk, dacryphilia, established relationship, aftercare (it's important), hopefully i didn't miss anything

edit: tumblr keeps deleting/doubling my paragraphs, which is really annoying, so for when it inevitably does it again, the link to my AO3 is at the bottom for those of you who want a non-tumblr-edited-original version of the fic <3

“Hey, Y/N?” Steve turned to look at the girl sitting next to him on the couch. His girl.

“Mmm?” she hummed, turning her face towards him slightly, but her eyes remained on the TV in front of them. Movie night. With Steve’s job at Family Video, movie night was an obvious and easy choice for date night, but it was Steve’s favorite for other reasons.

“Can you squirt?” Straight to the point. They’d been dating for several months, so who was he to dodge the question? And with the mood he was in right now, he wasn’t sure he could’ve been subtle about it even if he’d tried. Steve’s head was nowhere near focused on the movie that was playing on screen, and like numerous movie nights in the past, he knew where tonight was going. So why not cut to the chase?

Steve didn’t even bother having the decency to look ashamed at his blatantly vulgar question. He simply shrugged in self-defense, “I was just thinking, baby. You’re so responsive when something’s buried deep in that sweet pussy of yours– my cock, fingers, whatever. Just wondering if that’s something you can do… Or do you even know?” He looked her straight in the eyes now, pupils blown wide with lust, clearly fixated on the image in his mind.

“Oh, um–” she blushed at his dirty words. He only spoke like this when he got really worked up, and sure enough, when her gaze traveled to his lap, his jeans were stretched tight and tenting already. His eyes were still locked on hers when she looked back into his face, and he reached down, palming and adjusting himself as she tried to stutter out an answer to his question. “Jesus, Steve, I don’t know– I don’t think– I mean, I’ve never…before.” She swallowed hard, cheeks red, and at a loss for words.

Steve had stopped really listening after her timid “I don’t know,” and he wasn’t particularly proud of his inability to hold himself back, but as soon as she trailed off, he blurted, leaning forward, his hand on her thigh, “Well, can we try? I mean, can I try– to make you squirt? I think you can do it, Y/N, and God, it would be so fucking hot. Haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since I had the idea, and shit– it’s been driving me crazy, baby.”

Y/N just stared at him blankly, part of her still shocked at his forwardness, and part of her, he hoped, was imagining it too. “I mean, yeah– fuck– yeah we can try it, but swear you won’t be upset if it turns out I can’t?”

Steve turned to face her completely at that and reached to gather her up in his arms. His fluffy and perfectly-styled-as-usual hair tickled her cheek. He placed a kiss on her head, chuckling, “Oh, baby, of course not. I could never be upset with you over something like that. I doubt you could control it anyway. Worst case scenario, you don’t squirt, but you still get a pretty damn awesome orgasm out of it. What’d’ya say, hmm? You wanna try it right now? The movie can wait, but I don’t think I can.”

She giggled at his eagerness, nodding her head, and Steve leapt to his feet, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement, as he dragged her up with him. He took hold of her hand and led her upstairs as fast as his sock-covered feet would let him without slipping. He let go of her hand and ducked into the upstairs bathroom to grab a clean towel.

When he came back to his bedroom, she was sprawled on his bed, on her back, looking like a dream. He dropped the towel on the floor by his bed and ran, throwing himself onto the mattress, landing beside her with a bounce. He turned on his side— head bent over hers, planting quick kisses all over her face while his hands wandered along the curves of her body. She squealed and laughed, squirming away and pushing him back with her hands on his chest like he was tickling her.

“Steve! Thought you wanted to make me squirt, not smother me to death with kisses!” she laughed, and Steve responded by rutting his hard cock against her thigh, letting her feel just how much he still intended to make her feel good, “Oh, I will— but patience, baby, is a virtue,” he smirked against her neck, dropping open-mouthed kisses on her baby-soft skin.

She whimpered as he found her sweet spot, “I thought—” she panted, “I thought, you ‘couldn’t wait any longer.’” Her teasing didn’t have quite the intended effect, though, when her words dissolved into soft whines as Steve suckled harshly, leaving a not-quite-subtle marking on her neck.

“That was before I had your pretty ass in my bed, darlin’,” he breathed into her ear. “Now, I’m gonna draw this out as long as I feel like it, and you’re gonna be my good girl and let me, aren’t you?” Her breath hitched in her throat at the words he murmured in that dominant tone she loved so much. She nodded frantically, any smartass comments she’d been preparing dissolving like every thought in her brain other than Steve.

But her nods weren’t enough for Steve; he wanted to hear the breathlessness in her voice again, the soft high-pitched whines she’d make when she— “Use your words for me, baby.” His tone was soft, but there was no questioning the fact that he expected to be obeyed. So she did.

Her brain was jumbled, but she managed to link enough words together to tell him, “I-I’ll be good for you, Steve.”

He smiled that little cocky smirk of his, “That’s my girl. Now, let’s get you undressed for me, baby, hmm?”

“‘Kay,” she murmured softly, already looking a bit dazed, and he’d barely even touched her yet. Fuck. She looked so pretty laying all sprawled out and ready for him. He sat back on his heels and reached for the waistband of her jeans. His fingers dipped just barely under the fabric brushing along the skin of her waist. No matter how many times he touched her, he knew he’d never get over the softness of her skin. It just made her seem all the more sweet and innocent, despite the fact that Steve knew that she was anything but.

She hummed softly at his touch, hips lifting slightly off the bed, as if to encourage him to move it along. Steve chuckled, a soft “Patience” leaving his lips, and she scrunched up her face at his command, but stopped squirming. He leaned forward, hands still hovering around the button of her jeans, and pressed a kiss to her lips as a reward for listening to him the first time. She smiled her soft, pretty smile, and avoided his gaze, suddenly shy at the display of sweet intimacy. There was that innocent look of hers again.

“Fuck,” Steve swore aloud— that look was gonna be the death of him, he already knew it. He knew he’d just told her to be patient, but Jesus, he was about two seconds away from snapping himself. He popped the button of her jeans and shimmied them, along with her simple lace panties, down her legs, tossing them onto his floor without a second thought. Normally he liked to take his time (even now he was trying) and undress her slowly, one article of clothing at a time, but right now, despite his best efforts, all he could think about was getting her naked underneath him.

He slid his hands up her thighs, squeezing them as he went, watching as his girl lay, still hiding her face under her forearm. He could just make out her smile though, and when he reached the hem of her shirt, he pulled her up into him, “C’mere, honey. Let’s get you out of this, okay? Then m’gonna make you squirt, and you’re gonna feel so, so good.”

She was pliable in his arms, willingly following every guidance he gave her, and within seconds, her shirt had joined the rest of her clothes on the floor of the bedroom. Steve’s fingers had a mind of their own, so after pulling the cups of her bra down and letting her breasts spill out, he pinched and squeezed her nipples before reaching around behind her and unfastening the clasp. Laying her back down with not a piece of fabric left on her, Steve couldn’t help but lean over her and take one of her pretty little peaks in his mouth. His hand covered the other, fingers and thumb rolling her nipple in between, and she moaned, whining as her hands threaded through his hair.

He made his way slowly down her body, kissing, caressing, biting as he went. Her moans only got louder, but he’d only gotten down to her stomach before she stopped him with a gentle hand and a soft whine, “Stevie?”

He lifted his head, somewhat reluctantly, “Yes, baby?”

She tugged lightly on the neck of his shirt, “Off, please?” She gave him her best pleading eyes because she knew that he enjoyed having her naked while he was fully clothed. Fortunately for her, Steve knew he couldn’t resist those eyes, or at least, it was really difficult to, and he didn’t feel like wasting any more time. He was desperate and willing to admit that to himself. He reached back and shucked his shirt off, tossing it on the floor and resuming his worshiping of her body.

Steve licked and bit down gently at the skin around her hip bones. God, he loved her skin, soft and warm, and when he ran his tongue along her curves, she tasted like just the tiniest bit of salt. He loved it– he breathed in her scent and left scattered marks all around her hips and waist for her to fuss at him for later. But he couldn’t help it. He loved seeing his marks on her the next day.

He was always telling her that in his eyes, there was nothing she could do to make herself any more or less attractive to him. She was simply perfect to him in every way. And that was true– there wasn’t anything she could do, but he, he could make her his. And yeah, if that was wrong, then he was guilty as charged, but damn, those red and purple bruises his love left on her just did something to him. He was the type to be proud of his work. The memories of making them and the fantasies of doing it again gave him a thrill he couldn't explain.

Y/N gasped softly as Steve ghosted his lips along her upper thighs. His fingertips pressed gently into the plush of her skin as he pushed her legs up to bend at the knee and then slowly pried them apart. She whined with impatience, but now that Steve was getting somewhere, he was perfectly content to make her wait a bit. He dragged the tip of his finger slowly up her slit and watched as she squirmed under his touch.

Steve tsked at her, “Uh, uh, uh, be still, Y/N. C’mon, I know you wanna be good for me, angel.” She hummed in response and tried her best to be still— her brow furrowing in concentration. Steve couldn’t wait to ruin her. He ducked his head down to blow on her most sensitive area, impressed when she remained still, even though he heard a tiny whine in her throat. His thumbs parted her lips, exposing her clit to the cool air, and when he licked that first broad stripe right up her entrance, she let out a strangled mix between a gasp and a moan.

He left kitten licks all around her slit, slowly feeling her get wetter and wetter until she was practically dripping all over his bedspread. He took that as a sign that it was time to get the towel he’d grabbed earlier. He pulled off of Y/N reluctantly, and she whined “Stevieee,” clearly unhappy he was no longer in between her legs.

“Shh, shh, honey,” Steve hovered above her again in a second, showing her the towel. “I’m not leavin’ you, but I’m gonna put this down underneath you, okay? C’mon, lift up for me, baby.”

She did as he asked immediately, and he settled back between her thighs like he’d never left. “There, now. I’m about to make you feel so good if you let me. You gonna let me?”

“Yes, Steve, just please touch me again,” she begged so pretty, and Steve couldn’t help but oblige. He parted her pretty lips again, and when his tongue made contact with her clit once more, he positioned his finger at her entrance, slowly tracing around it until her breathing hitched just slightly. Once she relaxed, he took the opportunity to slip his finger inside, earning the sweetest moan from her. Damn. She was so soaked with that sweet slick that her pussy practically sucked in that first digit he offered her, so he quickly added another, moaning as he watched his fingers enter her slowly again and again.

He stretched her carefully and gently so as not to hurt her, but with the way she was tossing her head back, hips bucking ever so slightly, trying to get friction from his fingers, he almost didn’t think he could if he tried. God, she was just so beautifully responsive.

But he wanted more from her. He crooked his fingers up into her spongy walls, pressing until he found the spot that made her jump. Her thighs were shaking now, threatening to close around his head, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love that, but he needed them open now. He spat on her clit, and she moaned at the sound. Filthy girl, Steve thought, smirking. He sat up on his knees, holding her thighs open with his body.

His thumb found her clit and quickly pressed and rubbed at it in a circular pattern that had her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. Her arms came up to cover her eyes as his fingers struck up a rhythm too, thrusting repeatedly into her g-spot. Her hips matched his movements in no time, so that she was practically riding his hand.

He’d never seen something so hot before, and suddenly, he remembered the pain below his belt. He reached down, abandoning her clit for a second, despite protests and whines from her, and popped the button on his jeans, yanking the zipper down to give himself some much needed relief. He was still painfully hard, but at least he wasn’t being restricted by the tight denim anymore, and now that his need wasn’t as urgent, he returned his focus to her.

She was whining and begging, mostly incoherent at this point, unable to say much more than “Please, Steve, please,” with that breathy, high-pitched whine of hers. Thrashing around, thrusting lewdly onto his fingers, nearly in tears with desperation for the same kind of friction he’d given her moments ago.

“Y/N, baby, baby. Be still, darlin’, one more time for me, m’kay. M’gonna make you see stars, sweet girl,” Steve promised her. The noise that fell from her lips only served to make him harder, which he didn’t even think was possible. He placed his hand flat on her stomach, still thumbing her clit, and pressed down. He was convinced he could feel his own fingers curving and pressing up inside of her. He groaned as her head tossed from side to side, and she keened for him.

“Stevie, Steve–” she panted, hands reaching for his as if to stop him or slow down his movements, but her fingers just wrapped around his wrist loosely, trying anything to ground herself. “I think– God, I– think I’m gonna, Stevie– you gotta stop before I–” Her grip on his wrist tightened, but Steve wasn’t slowing down for anything, other than her safeword.

“It’s okay, baby. You won’t. Just gonna come so hard, Y/N– I want you to fucking soak me, princess, yeah? Let go for me, okay? Let go,” Steve leaned forward, careful not to disturb his rhythm, since it seemed to be doing exactly what he’d been hoping for. Her eyes were either wide, watching his face and his forearms as he finger-fucked her relentlessly, or screwed shut so tightly her whole face scrunched up.

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as she got even louder. Thank god his parents weren’t home, because they’d definitely be able to hear her whining and moaning his name. He wasn’t totally sure his neighbors couldn’t hear it, but with every noise she made, he felt closer and closer to living his fantasy. He wanted her to squirt all over him– he needed it. He wanted to taste her sweet juices more than anything, and when he felt the first clench around his fingers, he couldn’t help but gasp out her name, “Oh, Y/N, that’s right, baby. C’mon, sweet girl. Let it go, I know you can, baby. Wanna feel you soak me, Y/N, c’mon–”

Steve was rambling, but Y/N always said simply hearing his voice helped get her off, so he kept going. He wasn’t focused on what he was saying, but every word seemed to cause her pussy to tighten, and he was so worked up himself he felt like he could come untouched, and wouldn’t that be something?

Y/N made a strangled noise like she was crying, and he felt something warm and wet coating his fingers, dripping down her hole. Fuck, this was it– his biggest fantasy about to come true. She gasped loudly, “Steve!” and suddenly, she was convulsing, her eyes rolling back, and a stream of clear liquid was gushing all over Steve, his hand, his arm, his chest, his face. The towel was soaked, and honestly, with the amount that had just arced out of her, he doubted it did much to protect his comforter, but obviously, he wasn’t upset about it. Her cunt was still pulsing around his fingers as her fucked her through it. She was still moaning as her head tossed gently now from side to side, not violently like before.

Once he was sure she’d finished coming down, he slipped his fingers out of her gently, trying his best not to startle her. Her eyelids fluttered, and she looked at him exhausted. He’d never seen her look more fucked out. “Holy shit, baby,” he huffed, shocked. “That was fucking incredible! Didn’t even know that was actually possible, that much I mean. You’re so fucking amazing, angel.”

Y/N hummed happily in acknowledgment, rubbing her eyes, and opened her mouth, “Taste?”

Steve chuckled in disbelief, “Fuck, baby. Yeah, you can fucking taste, shit, that’s hot as hell, Y/N.” He placed the fingers that were coated in her slick on her waiting tongue, and she wasted no time in sucking his fingers clean, moaning wantonly, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He reached down, gathering her juices that had landed on his chest, and licked the taste of her off his fingers. He couldn’t help fisting his cock with his other hand for any kind of relief– it was getting difficult to ignore the throbbing in his dick now. “So sweet, Y/N. Tastes so fucking good, honey. Like candy. God, I wanna make you squirt forever.”

Y/N giggled under him. “You can later, Stevie, but please, fuck me? Wanna come around your cock– Don’t you wanna feel me, baby? So fucking wet for you–” She wiggled her hips to emphasize her point, drawing Steve’s eyes once again to her dripping pussy. He leaned forward, hovering above her on one elbow, still jacking himself, and his lips met hers in a searing kiss. He tasted her slick on her lips and moaned into the kiss, licking into her mouth, opening her up for him as he lined himself up at her entrance. His tip kissed her slit and dragged up and down her folds. She whined into the kiss as protest, for him to hurry it up already, and Steve wasn’t about to argue with her. They’d both waited long enough.

Without breaking the kiss, Steve positioned himself at her still-weeping hole, giving her only a second before he began to press inside. He moved slowly– there was little resistance because she was so soaked, but she was also unbelievably tight, as if her squirting had caused her muscles to contract tighter than before he’d opened her up. He moaned as she allowed his tip inside. She gasped as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Eventually, he was fully seated inside her, his head dropping down to rest on her shoulder. He panted, gasping, needing to move more than anything, but determined to wait until she gave him the ‘go ahead.’

Thankfully, a few seconds later, her head was nudging his gently, and she was whining in his ear, “Move, please, Stevie?”

That was all Steve needed to hear. He turned his head to lay kisses on her neck and slowly rocked his hips back and forth. Gently, at first, then faster and faster, until he was pounding into her. The blood rushed in his ears, and all he could hear was her moans every time he slammed into her and the slapping of skin against skin.

He scraped his teeth along her neck, sucking bruises and tiny marks into her skin, before pushing up off of her. He yanked her hips forward, pulling her closer, and pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders. His hands massaged the skin of her hips, so soft and smooth. God, he loved this girl. His girl.

This new angle allowed him to penetrate her even deeper than before, and by the sweet sounds she made, he guessed he was pounding against her cervix. Like reading his thoughts, Y/N groaned out, “Steve, baby, you’re so deep, I think I can feel you in my tummy!”

She knows me like a soulmate, Steve thought, but what he said was simply a grunt and “Yeah, baby? Bet you like that, dontcha? Bet you love bein’ able to feel me that deep, honey. Such a slut for that, aren’t ya? Such a slut for me, squirting all over me like a pornstar, so fucking sexy, Y/N!” Steve’s hair was damp with sweat, so he shoved it back off his forehead. He was breathing hard, but no way he was letting himself come until she came again, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

With one goal in mind, he pulled out, much to Y/N’s disappointment. She whined immediately, “Stevie!” He grabbed her waist and flipped her quickly onto her stomach. She huffed and grunted at the sudden movement, but Steve just laughed, “Oh, really? You’re gonna lay there and fuss at me when all I’ve done is made you squirt–” He gave her ass a hard smack. “Made you come.” Smack. “And fucked the shit out of you?” Smack.

Her moans were muffled slightly by the pillows, “M’sorry, Stevie! ‘m just so close!” She wriggled underneath him, pushing up on her hands and knees, and pressed her ass back against his leaking cock, trying desperately to get him to fill her. His hand came down on her ass again hard, “Be still, sweets. You’ll take what I give you, ‘kay?” She nodded frantically, slumping down so her cheek was pressed into the pillows again, but still very much presenting her leaking hole.

Steve groaned at the sight of her, waiting for him, legs spread, and pumped his cock a couple times before ramming back into her. She made noises somewhere in between a grunt and a moan every time his hips met her ass, but Steve wanted more from her. He slipped his fingers in the crease where her hips turned to thighs and yanked back hard over and over again.

He slammed into her repeatedly, still chasing his goal of making her come again before he let himself go. She was just so fucking tight it was hard for him to focus. Tonight was about her pleasure though– for his pleasure, of course, but if he got off on watching her enjoy herself, then at least they’d both be satisfied.

Steve threaded his fingers through her hair gently, before grabbing on and pulling, forcing her head up off the bed. His hand moved down to her throat then, his other arm wrapping around her waist as he pulled her up to rest against him, her back to his chest. He kept his rhythm steady, but leaned down to press kisses into her neck.

Her head tossed back onto his shoulder, and he couldn’t help growling in her ear, “Fuck yeah, baby. Betcha like that, hm? Love feeling me in you–” He sucked a bruise into her neck, just under her ear, and she moaned at the feeling, her cunt clenching around him. “Ooh, that felt good too, hm?” Steve teased. “My princess likes a little pain, but we knew that, didn’t we?”

Y/N responded only with a moan, but Steve could tell she was close. His hand ghosted over her clit, letting her know he knew what she needed. But he wanted a verbal answer from her first. “Getting close, hm? You gonna come around my cock like the good girl I know you are?” Y/N turned her head to look him in the eyes as best as she could, and Steve felt a thrill at seeing tears streaming down her face. Her mascara was running, and he thought, somewhat guiltily, that she’d never looked more beautiful.

“C’mon, sweet girl, let me hear it. Wanna hear how close you are,” Steve loved how fucking wrecked she looked, and when she stuttered out a choked “Yes– sir. M’so fucking close–” he immediately moved his hand where she needed him most. His two fingers rubbed circles over her clit, falling into a rhythm that had her whining and whimpering against his chest. “Yeahhh, baby,” he praised her. “That’s my good fucking girl. I got you, babe– shit. C’mon, honey.”

“Oh,” she gasped. “Steve! I’m– close, gonna come! Can I, please?”

“Yeah, that’s right, Y/N. Soak my fucking dick with that pretty pussy of yours. Lemme hear it, baby,” Steve was almost at the tipping point himself. How couldn’t he be, with her pretty form writhing against him in pleasure? Her gasps were getting more high-pitched, and he could feel her walls fluttering around him, so he kept his fingers moving quickly over her sensitive bud.

“Steve! Oh, m’coming, Steve!” Her head was tossed back on his shoulder, eyes screwed tightly shut, lost in the feeling of him. “Fuckkkk– so… good!” she panted, her cheek pressed into his chest. Her cunt clenched and squeezed around his dick, and it was all too much for Steve. Between her sighs of pleasure and the milky white ring forming around the base of his dick, he couldn't hold back a second longer.

“Fuckkk, baby! Shit– babe, you’re so– fuckin’ good… for me,” Steve was having trouble stringing coherent thoughts together, but he did his best to remind her just how fucking amazing she was. Fucking her through both their highs, he babbled filthy praises in her ear– first clutching her tight to his chest, and then slowly laying her down on her stomach. Once he was sure he wouldn’t hurt or startle her, he slipped out, still earning a little whimper from Y/N. She always hated the transition from full to empty-feeling.

He rolled off to her side, pressing a gentle kiss to her bare shoulder. She blinked sleepily at him, and he brushed her sweaty hair away from her face with the gentlest of touches. “You’re so fucking amazing, sweet girl. Squirted n’everything. You did so, so good for me.”

Y/N smiled at his praise and nuzzled into him. She looked about two seconds away from a dead sleep, so Steve found the towel he’d laid down to protect his bed and kissed her cheeks to keep her awake a little longer, “Hey, hey, hey, let me get you cleaned up right quick before you sleep, alright? C’mon, honey.” She whined and protested, but eventually let him carry her into his bathroom. He set her down on the toilet because “y’know you gotta get all that yucky stuff outta you, baby,” and wet a washcloth to clean off her tear-stained and mascara-streaked cheeks.

Her forehead tilted onto his shoulder as he crouched beside her to wipe her face. “Aw, baby, I know you’re tired. All finished so we can go to bed?” She nodded bleary-eyed and stood up to flush and wash her hands. Steve didn’t miss the tremble in her legs. He smirked to himself, but scooped her up when she was done and carried her to the bed.

“Okay, princess. Here we are,” Steve laid her down and fixed her pillows the way she liked them, making sure she was tucked in under the sheets before stripping the top comforter off the bed. “Gotta wash that tomorrow, cause making my girl feel good gets a little messy, hm?” Y/N smiled softly, eyes already closed, and Steve grabbed her favorite blanket from where he kept it for her. He spread it over the top of the bed before slipping under the sheets beside her.

He pulled her into his chest, sighed contently, and let sleep wash over them both.

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