I am a certified Jealous Possessive Fuck (jpf for short) , but you know who else is? Mr Steve Harrington.
Once he gets to call you his, you’re his in every sense of the word. He knows how hot you are so he knows how guys look at you. When you’re out, together or not, he can see the way men look at you, how they practically drool, and it’s exactly why his hand wraps around your waist extra tight, squeezing as he leans down to kiss your head, a glare in his eyes.
And maybe you’re a little teeny bit oblivious. You’re just being friendly!!! So when that one coworker who constantly is asking to hang out, takes it a step further and asks for your number, and you say no, and Steve finds out? Steve is there at the next few shifts you have together, just sitting and watching, waiting for any excuse to beat that guys ass.
And it fuels the way he takes you home that night, how he wraps his hand in your hair and whispers things into your ear
“Do you know who you belong to? You belong to me ,” he says, pressing you into the wall of your apartment, his hips locking you in.
“Say it, say you belong to me,” he grunts.
You whimper and whine as he pulls your pants down along with his, spitting on his hand as he immediately infiltrates your cunt. “I - I belong to you Steve,” you’d whine, your arms holding on to his shoulders, trying to stay steady as he lines his cock up to you.
He thrusts into you without much warning, leaving you shaking around him, a whining little mess, just how he likes you. “That’s fucking right baby, you’re mine.”
you felt your smile drop and your throat bob as you swallow every time he introduces you as a friend. or even worse, when he claims he doesn’t know you. he’d wave you off, let go of your waist or pull his fingers from your grasp. it’s the worst when he turns his back to you, speaking to whoever stopped him like you didn’t exist.
you know he’s ashamed of you. you aren’t stupid. but you can’t help but hope that he isn’t. you let yourself believe that he’s proud to have you because of his gentle nature. he praises you, no, worships you behind closed doors, locked away in your home.
the way he touches your body is nothing short of loving. he dotes on you when no one is around, making you feel like the most important person in the world. he cares for you, feeds you, loves you in every way you know a partner should. but then you’d leave the confinement of your apartment and things would drastically change and he would become a different person.
when you try to bring it up his immediately becomes defensive, looking at you like you said something unbelievable. “baby,” he says, brows furrowed, “how could you say that? do you think that low of me?”
“no, no,” you rush, “it’s just…” he raises an expecting eyebrow. “well, when we bumped into nancy you didn’t even introduce me,” tears brimmed, “you… you dropped my hand…” you hang your head, “you acted like I wasn’t even there.”
his jaw clenches, “I don’t recall doing that.”
“but you did,” you say quietly.
you’re too weak to stand your ground, and the second his pretty brown eyes stare into yours with that glint of faux sincerity, you have no choice but to give in. “I want to keep this private,” he whispers, pushing your hair from your eyes and wiping the tears that slip from them, “you’re too important to me. you understand, don’t you?”
this is fully inspired by this post bc i could not stop thinking about it. go show them some love . also i wrote this v quickly. 18+
Thinking about toxic!Steve …
Thinking about how you and Steve have been fucking consistently for a while now, never discussing taking things further, but also never discussing other partners.
So when you bring up to him that you’re seeing another person he gets extremely jealous and possessive. But he doesn’t let it show until you show back up on his doorstep after the hookup was a complete distaster.
“She comes running back…” Steve smirks as he opens his front door. You roll your eyes at him, already irritated and annoyed from your failed attempt at a hookup. You’ve been wanting to get distance from Steve because you’re worried you’re starting to catch feelings, but fuck it’s hard to find someone who knows how to fuck you like he does.
You push past him, inviting yourself inside the empty home. “Whatever Harrington,” you sigh.
Steve just saunters past you, cocky and tall and handsome. “What? Gonna act like you came here for any reason other than my cock?”
You scoff. “It’s the only thing you’re good for.”
He walks up to you, getting close, making your head crane upwards to keep eye contact with him. “My cock, my mouth, my hands. You love it all,” He says, his eyes dark.
You huff and put your hand on his chest. “I’d love it more if you just used it on me already,” you say, half seductive and half annoyed.
Steve laughs and starts the walk up the stairs to his room. You follow behind him. “What happened to your other boy? Must not have fucked you right if you still have an attitude .”
Your eyes roll, but he’s right. The other guy didn’t fuck you right and it’s precisely why you’re here.
“He said he liked it rough but he was all talk,” you explain, following Steve into his room.
He closes the door behind you as you move to sit on his bed. “All he did was choke me and he didn’t even do that right. He was so…nice,” you say, recoiling at the memory from last night.
Steve chuckles darkly just a few paces away from you. “Yeah, some guys don’t know how to treat little whores like you. Guess you shouldn’t have tried to go find other dick,” he shrugs, keeping a distance.
You knew you’d have to sit through some sort of lecture from him. You knew he wouldn’t let you off easy.
“you don’t own me Steve,” you reply, but your voice is low, soft. Because you know that that’s not entirely true.
“mmm really?” he challenges.
He closes the distance between you two, placing himself between your legs and pushing you back on the bed as he leans over you. He hikes his knee up so it’s rubbing against your warm heat through your clothes.
You whine instantly at the contact, starting to slowly grind yourself on him. “Seems to me like this pussy is mine,” He says, pressing his leg into you harder, making you gasp.
“So needy,” Steve mocks from above you. You whine, but it’s stopped when his hand comes to close around your throat, hard and tight.
He grips you hard, shaking your head some. “Couldn’t choke you right huh? Bet he didn’t hit you either did he?” He asks, his jaw clenched.
“N-no,” you manage to sputter out through a gasp. Steve smiles and raises his other hand, letting it crack across your face with a loud SMACK. You gasp at the sting, but fuck it feels so good. Your adrenaline starts running, your core throbbing even more.
You smile. “He didn’t know he was playing with a little devil,” Steve smirks, giving you another hard smack, making your smile grow even wider.
“My little devil,” he adds.
Steve starts moving his leg more, meeting the pace of your hips as you rub your cunt on him. “That’s right. Grind your needy pussy on my leg. I bet I don’t even have to touch you properly to make you cum,” Steve challenges.
Your core tightens at his words, and you’re worried he might actually be right. You can feel the pressure building as your pace increases, desperate for the release you never got last night.
He can tell you’re close as your breathing quickens, your pace getting sloppy. He adds more pressure to your center, and moves his hand from your throat to your jaw, holding tightly.
“Do not cum without asking,” He demands. You nod, but your head is going hazy and it’s hard to focus on anything but the ball of tension building in your core.
“Nice to you’…You don’t need nice. You need to be put in your place.”
He leans down and spits on your face, some getting in your open mouth, some on your nose. Your cheeks heat up, and it only drives you closer to your orgasm.
“S-Steve I’m gonna. ‘M fuck I - please let me cum,” you gasp out, chasing your high, right on the edge.
“Look at me,” He commands, gripping your face in his hand. You try, your eyes shooting open and resisting twisting shut in pleasure. You see the darkness of his eyes as they watch you, a wolf like smirk dancing across his full lips.
“Cum,” he instructs.
And you do, finally breaking the tension, pleasure flooding your body. White hot explosion of bliss coursing through your senses . You’re shaking around his leg, head thrown back in pleasure and moans ripping through your throat. It just feels so good, too fucking good with him.
Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as you try to regain yourself, come back to reality.
“fuck” you sigh, eyes blown out and body tingly.
Steve gives your cheek a pat. “That’s right,” He smirks, an arrogant grin on his face. “Now on your knees.”
He isn’t giving you time to process, to recover. Your brain is clouded with post orgasm haze and you can’t do anything except listen to his instructions.
“Gonna be a long night,” Steve mutters, starting to undo the buttons on his pants.
