pairing: steve harrington x fem reader
summary: Steve had lost a lot of his bravado this summer, his confidence knocked whilst you were getting phone numbers from cute guys left, right and center. after a particularly hard week, Steve challenged you to a bet. the one to get the most numbers by Friday at 8 o’clock had to do anything the other wanted.
wc: 10.4k
warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), public sex, oral sex (f & m), piv (unprotected), dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, slight breeding kink (ofc), squirting, creampie, nipple play, spit
“You know, I got thirty one flavours right here in front of me. But somehow, you’re still my favourite.” Steve purred to the girl standing on the other side of the counter. You watched amused from beside him, the flirtatious look in his eye that he flashed her, a slight smirk tugging at his lip and the tilt of his head.
Her face read uneasy, a gentle furrow to her eyebrows as she sheepishly handed over the money for the cone that Steve had just handed her. “You can keep the change, thanks.” She mumbled before spinning quickly on her heel and exiting the store.
You looked down at the cherries that you were refilling, biting down on your lower lip to stifle a laugh when you saw Steve turn to you out of the corner of your eye.
“Not one word.” Was all he said to you, holding up his index finger at you as you nodded. Your shoulders betraying you as they shook gently, he scoffed in annoyance and pushed past you to go to the back of the store, feeling sorry for himself.
“The hat’s mandatory,” Steve said with an easy laugh as he leant over the counter on his elbows. “I promise, I’m usually a lot better looking out of this damn uniform.”
The girl he was entertaining this time was lapping up his charm, offering him a gentle, flirtatious giggle as her fingertip twirled around the end of her hair. You were busy clearing tables, but you were still in earshot and able to creep looks of Steve maybe, actually sealing the deal.
“The hat’s kind of cute, actually.” She replied, tilting her head at him which earned the smile that was spread across his lips to grow even further. He straightened himself up, pressing his hands against the counter gently.
“Well, it’s kinda cramping my style I think.” They both laughed at his comment, the girl leaning slightly closer into the conversation. Your eyes catch Robin’s who’s standing behind Steve, the two of you sharing a look before dialing back into the scene before you.
Steve’s hand fell to his hip with ease, his other one motioning to her as he spoke. “You have pretty hair. You know, I think our kids would have great hair.”
Both you and Robin paused in that moment, both your eyes struck on Steve and unable to look away as the girl let out an awkward laugh. She pushed her change across the counter and slowly backed away, offering Steve a small wave before practically scurrying out of the store.
Before either of you could laugh, or say anything, Steve had already bulldozed his way through the saloon doors, cursing to himself loudly which caused a mother with her child on the table next to you to look up at you with an unimpressed look.
“Steve didn’t even try at work today,” Robin told you as the two of you walked up the stairs in the movie theatre, trying to find your row in the dim of the lights.
Your fingertips were already digging into the popcorn, shoving a few kernels into your mouth as you turned onto your row to find your seat. “I mean, yesterday’s episode was pretty devastating. I don’t think I would’ve tried, either.”
Robin snorted out a laugh as the two of you settled in your seat, you leant the popcorn in her direction and glanced over at her as she spoke. “It’s been a pretty hard watch, makes good entertainment for us though.”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into him recently,” You replied gently, leaning your head back against the plush of the theatre seat. “This whole summer, he’s just crashed and burned.”
“Maybe it’s due to the fact that he likes –” Robin started, leaning into your ear with a slight sing-song tone to her voice.
You cut her off by throwing a handful of popcorn at her, speaking through gritted teeth “Shut up, movie’s starting.” You turned away quickly and settled into your seat, trying to push the thought of Robin’s insinuations out of your mind.
“So, you’ll call me tonight, right?” You glanced up at him as he spoke from the cash register. This guy was cute, his dark hair curled neatly across his forehead and his navy t-shirt fit him in all the right places.
You offered him a small nod, your lips in a tight smile as you handed him his pennies of change. “Have a nice day, enjoy your ice cream.” The cash register shut after your words, and the guy on the other side of the counter pushed the small piece of paper with his number on toward you, before flashing you a wink and leaving the store.
“No way,” Steve laughed out from the partition behind you, startling you. You turned around quickly, holding your chest as you let out a small laugh. “Rob, add one more to the tally.”
“God, you’re both unbearable.” You grumbled through your smile, crumpling up the small scrap of paper and tossing it in the direction of the trashcan that lived behind the counter. You pushed open the partition door leading to the back room of the store, your arms folded over your chest as you watched Robin add another tally under your name.
A couple weeks ago, the two of them had mentioned that they’d never seen anyone get so many numbers in one day in their life, so they wanted to keep count. You agreed reluctantly, saying just for one day, but that day soon turned into a week, and now it’s been three that the board has been occupied for.
Steve lifted himself from the chair he was resting on before, he took a few steps closer to you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I saw you throw away his number.” He pressed gently, his eyebrows furrowed as he spoke.
“So?” You scoffed, looking up to catch his eyes for a moment before shrugging off his gaze and crossing the room to grab a bottle of water from your bag that you’d left on the side.
“So?” He copied your tone and your scoff, causing a small snicker from Robin and a roll of the eyes from you. “He was pretty cute, that was like – the sixth number today you’ve just thrown away!”
You took a few sips of the bottle, the plastic crunching under your grip before your other hand came up to point at Steve, then in the direction of wherever the boy went off to. “Oh, yeah? Why don’t you go get it out of the trash then, if you think he’s so cute?”
“Oh, whatever.” Steve mumbled over the sound of Robin’s stifling laughter, holding her hand to her face as he straightened up and pushed through the saloon style doors, leaving the two of you in the back room.
As you catch her eye, the two of you have to look away from each other to hold back your laughter. Robin took a seat on a spare chair opposite you as you twist the cap back on your bottle as she turns her attention to you. “Dingus was kinda right though, you have been throwing a lot away. And he was cute.”
You shrug your shoulders gently as you look over at her, “He was.. But I’m not really interested in any of that right now.”
A small, quiet secret that you’d kept to yourself in the last few months was that you had a small, sort of, kind of crush on Steve. Through high school, you didn’t take much notice of him, just another jock with pretty hair. But now, that slightly desperate version of him who is always catching a look at you for a minute too long is suddenly all consuming and with each shift passing, you want him even more.
Admittedly, you were getting a lot of numbers this summer. You just put it down to the fact that you were giving people ice cream in the blazing heat, and you were wearing a stupid uniform, maybe they were taking pity on you? Or maybe so thankful for your service, they wanted to take you out for dinner.
So when Robin and Steve began noticing and begged you to let them keep count, you thought it to be harmless, a bit of fun to pass the day. And when it lasted a little longer than a week, you weren’t bothered either.
You didn’t notice how the number going up and up each day made Steve’s right eye twitch, how he’d somehow always be standing close by and watching when a guy comes into the shop, always over your shoulder trying to intimidate him whilst he flirted with you – but one look at Steve in that sailor hat, and they couldn’t be less intimidated.
Steve was always flirting with every girl that came into Scoops, even more so when the whiteboard with your name on started. You and Robin had joked it was hurting his ego, and he was quick to deny it, that he couldn’t deny the ladies of Hawkins all of that Harrington goodness.
“Alright, as much as I’d love to sit and watch you get hit on all afternoon, I’m heading off. I’ll see you tomorrow, you’re working, right?” Robin questioned as she grabbed her bag, you nodded softly with a small laugh, offering her a wave as she left the back room.
You could hear Steve’s voice through the wall, so you quietly made your way over to the partition. You climbed up onto the chair in front of it and pushed it aside gently, peeking out to see Steve talking to a girl.
She was pretty, she had big brunette curls and a smile that probably would’ve gotten you to give her a free cone, let alone Steve. She was standing at the counter with two of her friends giggling behind her as they witnessed Steve tumbling over his words.
“You look like a strawberry girl, d’you like strawberry?” He asked casually, although you knew he was being anything but, he leant down on one of his elbows against the counter as the other pushed through his hair gently.
“Actually, I’m allergic to strawberries.” She told Steve with a solemn look, the two girls behind her unable to hold their laughter as they turned themselves away, unable to watch the car crash in front of them.
“Oh, right. Definitely no strawberry then, you’re not missing out on much. ‘S too sweet, I think. What – What about our rocky road? It’s pretty popular–” Steve stuttered, you swore you could see the tips of his ears redden from behind. His feet were awkwardly shuffling behind the counter, like he’d forgotten how to stand naturally.
“I’ll just take vanilla, thanks.” She was quick to cut him off with a warm smile, he simply nodded and got to work with fixing up her cone. He generously scooped the vanilla ice cream onto the cone, even finishing it off with a few red, white and blue sprinkles the store had for the Fourth of July.
He handed it across the counter, and as she fished some cash out of the small of her purse, Steve was quick to shake his head, the mop of his hair dancing around his features. “D–Don’t worry about it, ‘s on me. Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pay for ice cream.”
His words made your stomach twist, and the way her smile brightened made it twist even further. She reached out for the cone, taking it from him with a quiet thank you before flashing him a quick wave and spinning on her heel, following her friends through the length of the store.
You watched Steve watch her leave, and heard the way he quietly swore under his breath. He rounded the counter, calling out for her attention as he chased after her. You leant your head slightly forward so you could hear, all that you were able to make out was –
I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend. Thanks for the ice cream, though.
As you watched Steve watch her walk away and then turn to come back to the counter, you quickly pushed it shut and pushed yourself away from the partition like you were never listening in the first place.
You perched yourself up on one of the counters, the heels of your feet leant across and resting on the table in front of you. The store was only open for another half an hour or so now, the food court emptying out by this time so you could get away with sitting in the back of the store and watching the minutes pass.
Steve pushed through the doors, his eyes quick to catch yours before he looked away and huffed out a sigh of frustration. He pulled out a chair on the opposite side of the room and sank into it, leaning over until his forehead hit the table that sat in the middle of the room.
“That was a tough watch, Steve.” You mumbled, pulling the stupid hat from your head and tossing it onto the table in front of you. He looked up quickly at your words, his face scrunched up like you’d scorned him.
“Wh– Do you always have to–” His eyes met yours for a moment, before he let out a short sigh with a small shrug of his shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”
You quickly noticed how he shrank into his shoulders, how the expression on his face was reading tired and helpless. You lowered your feet gently, placing your hands beside you as you leant forward slightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”
“I mean, we can’t all float around here, looking all perfect and get a like.. A hundred numbers without even trying.” He laughed at himself, his elbow hitting the table as his forehead hit the palm of his hand, the other hitting the table gently.
You pushed yourself off of the counter and took a few steps closer to him, sitting on the table right in front of him. Your legs swung gently as you spoke, your tone sounding as supportive as you could. “Look, you can’t take your insecurities out on me, Steve. If you want some help–”
“Insecurities?” His head jerked up to look up at you, “Wh– No, no, I’m not even trying. If I turned the charm on, you’d have to buy another whiteboard to keep up with me.” He rested both of his hands on the edge of the table now, pushing himself up from his seat and looking down at you with narrowed eyes.
“Oh yeah?” Your voice left as a gentle whisper, your head tilting back to catch his eyes as he towered over you. You hadn’t seen this side of Steve before, this competitive, jealous, desperate side. But your body was telling you, you needed to see more.
In the tense of the moment, you swore he leant in ever so slightly before speaking. “Yeah.” His breath hitched in his throat slightly as you watched his eyes roam your face, how they lingered on your lips and reluctantly pulled back up to look you in the eye.
You leant yourself back on your hands slightly, pulling yourself away from him but purposely lifting your foot to rest on the chair next to the table causing your knee to fold. The hem of your uniform fell slightly, revealing the flesh of your thigh to Steve as the other ever so slightly drifted in the other direction. You were playing a dangerous game, spreading your legs for Steve in the workplace, you were just hoping he wanted to play.
“Alright then, care to put a bet on it?” You hummed, lulling your head back as you watched his eyes trail across the skin of your neck, down your body until they landed at the spread of your thighs.
You watched the way his throat bobbed under your gaze, the small smirk against your lips growing – Yes, he definitely wanted to play.
There was a silence between you for a moment, you watched as his tongue ran across his lower lip before he reluctantly pulled his attention to look back up at you. “I’d love to.”
Steve pulls away from the table and spins on his feet, crossing the room to grab a pen and piece of paper. He returns to the table and settles the sheet behind you. You hear the scribble of the pen against the paper, so you hop off the table and turn to peek over his shoulder.
“We’re both closing tomorrow night. So, whoever gets the most numbers from tomorrow morning until we clock out, wins. Eight o’clock.” He speaks whilst messily scribbling on the paper, you lean down slightly to read the contract he’s written up and you can’t help the smile that blooms across your lips. He signs his name at the bottom, before straightening and holding the pen out to you.
Your eyes didn’t miss the way his large fingers wrapped around the pen, you lifted your hand up and pulled it from his grip with a small smirk. “Sounds easy enough.”
You bent down over the table, cautious of the way you angled your hips in his direction as you signed your own name next to his. As you go to pull yourself up, you feel the weight of him behind you. He places his hand next to the paper, and when you turn to look up at him he’s already bent next to you, looking down into your eyes.
He’s so close to you that you can feel the heat of his breath on the skin of your neck. You swallow your thoughts quietly as you speak, “So, what does the winner get? A free sundae?”
A breathy laugh left his lips as his eyes wandered your face again, he took the piece of paper and pushed himself back up. He glanced over the sheet before his eyes openly wandered your position, as you straightened up and looked up at him with anticipation, his eyes settled on the gloss of your lips before he caught your eyes again. “I think, the winner has to do anything the loser wants.’
You quietly swallow the lump in your throat that’s formed from standing only a handful of centimetres away from him, his sudden burst of confidence in comparison to his desperation only moments ago was enough to make you concerned for what you might be in for.
“Anything?” You couldn’t help the gentle smirk that grew across your lips as he looked down at you. He nodded down at you before looking over your shoulder and walking to the whiteboard behind you.
You turned to watch him as he used his arm to wipe out your name and many, many tallies. He holds the lid of the whiteboard pen in his mouth as he clicks it open, writing both of your names in a chart before capping the pen and tossing it over to you.
He walks past you, then pauses for a moment. He turned to look at you over his shoulder, taking a short breath before he took a few steps toward you and lifted his hands to straighten the stupid red bow that sat against your collar bone. He leant his head down slightly, his voice no more than a whisper. “You’d better hope that you win. Otherwise, I think I’ll finally be putting that pretty mouth to good use.”
Your lips parted in surprise, all of the words you’d spent your whole life learning suddenly wiped out of your mind as he pulled his hands away from you. He made a swift exit for his car keys that lived up on the shelf, offering you a small wave before making his way out of the store entirely.
You stood there for a moment to catch your breath you didn’t realise had become uneven in your chest, to think about everything that had just happened in the last ten minutes.
Then you realised, that asshole had just left you to close the store on your own. Oh, you were definitely ready to play.
You spent that night washing your hair until your fingers hurt, scrubbing your skin in your favourite scrubs, body wash and oils until your nose became immune to the smell, curling your hair in your biggest, bounciest rollers until your arms hurt from holding them over your head for too long.
You struggled to fall asleep that night, your mind too busy thinking about all of the things you were going to make Steve Harrington do when you won the bet. Maybe you’d make him be your personal chauffeur for the rest of the summer, or make him bring you the biggest, sweetest coffee that you’ll only have three sips of every morning.
As your eyes drifted shut, your mind wandered to what Steve said he’d do if he won. He’d put your mouth to good use. If you won, maybe you’d put his stupid mouth to good use, push your fingers through his stupid hair and use his face like a toy. Maybe you’d pull on his stupid hair as you ride his stupid, meaty thigh that you totally don’t stare at in those shorts he wears for work. Maybe you’d finally get to know what it feels like to feel those stupidly gorgeously plump lips against yours, on your neck, wrapped around your hardened nipple, sucking on your pulsing clit.
It’s safe to say, you drifted off to sleep pretty quickly after weighing up your options. You made sure you took a long, very cold shower when you woke up, though.
Getting ready for work that day, you felt like Cinderella when she had all her little helpers to assist her. Everything was going perfect. Your curls fell out beautifully, giving Farrah Fawcett a run for her money. The scent of vanilla you’d scrubbed into your skin last night still prevalent, the perfume you’d spritzed across your skin a perfect addition.
You practically skipped into Scoops, unable to hide your bright smile as you entered the back room with a bright smile. Robin and Steve sat in the backroom, Robin sat with her feet up on the table as she took a bite of her apple.
She glanced over at the door as it opened, her smile widening once you sauntered in. “Hey, look at you, nice hair.” She pointed her apple at you before taking another big bite, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
You let out a small laugh, brushing the end of it gently before hanging your bag up on one of the hooks that lined the back wall. As you turned to reply, Steve was looking at you with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed gently.
“Are we sure this isn’t against the rules? Like, doing your hair and stuff, that should be cheating.” He huffed, his hand motioning over to you as he pushed himself up from the chair he was sitting in.
“Doing my hair? Steve, don’t even try that shit. If I can’t do anything with my hair, then you can’t do anything with yours.” You narrowed at him, your hands wrapping the white apron around your waist and tying it behind your back in a neat bow.
He let out a small gasp as he parted his lips to argue back before falling short. He huffed out a breath, mumbling incoherent whispers as he pushed past you to go and actually start work.
You glanced at the clock before pulling out a chair and taking a seat next to Robin, leaning over to read the page of the magazine she had open. She glanced over at the partition that was closed, before turning her attention to you. “Are you sure this is a good idea, this bet?”
“It’s just a bit of fun, why would it be a bad idea?” You questioned, leaning back in your seat as your elbows folded over your chest.
An obvious laugh fell past her lips, her face contorting in a sarcastic confusion as she thought aloud. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because of Steve’s big fat crush on you.”
“Robin–” You gasped, quickly turning to look at the partition she’d just checked was closed, before turning back to her with widened eyes. “You need to stop with this, seriously. We’re just–”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re just friends, whatever. He’s totally got a crush on you, why do you think he’s trying to get so many numbers? Either he thinks that shit will impress you, or he’s trying to find someone to distract himself from you.” She stood up and flipped her magazine closed, pushing her chair in gently as she looked down at you.
“That’s ridiculous.” You mumbled, your arms crossing over your chest in frustration as you avoided her eyes. There’s no way that she was right, Steve was your friend. You’d definitely know if he liked you like that, surely.
“Whatever, I’ll take my told you so in the form of movie tickets when the time comes.” She calls out as she leaves, the doors swinging shut behind her.
A few hours later, you were actually getting on with your work. You’d scored about eight numbers already, and you were bringing home the ninth with the taller man standing in front of you.
“Oh, you work at the hat kiosk? That’s so cool, I love hats.” You giggled at him as you leant forward over the counter slightly with your chin resting against your palm. Your hips swaying slightly with each word, knowing Steve was restocking the cups underneath the counter behind you. If you bent over a little more, maybe he’d get a perfect view of your –
“You do? Well, if I give you my number, maybe I can set you up with a couple?” He awkwardly said, his fingers already digging around in his pocket for a pen.
You heard Steve drop the stack of cups he’d been trying to work with, and when you glanced over to look down at him he was already quickly looking away from your ass.
“Oh, yes! Thanks, honey.” You smiled down at the scrapped paper as he handed it to you before you straightened to begin scooping the ice cream he’d ordered. Steve straightened up and leant his back against the counter next to you, watching you with tight eyebrows.
You went to hand the ice cream over to the kiosk man, before noticing a small drip of his ice cream had fallen down your fingers. “O–Oh, I’m so sorry. Just a second..”
You dipped your tongue past your lips as you brought your hand up to your face, dragging it up your finger and collecting the sweet ice cream on your tongue before handing it back out to him. “Have a lovely day, enjoy your ice cream.”
You smiled at him sweetly, innocently as he took the cone from you hesitantly. He stifled a smile, nodding his head at you before turning and making his way out of the store, quick to look back over his shoulder at you where you gave him a small wave. You turned your attention over to Steve, who shook his head with a small laugh.
“You’re unbelievable. I think that just broke like, three health violations.” The corner of his mouth quipped into a small smirk as you shrugged your shoulder, looking down at your hand.
“A win is a win, Harrington.” You noticed that you’d missed a drop, your eyes met his as you lifted your hand back up to your mouth and swiped your tongue across your finger with a small hum.
Steve’s eyes widen slightly as he watches you, his nose twitching as his body inches toward you slightly before the two of you are shot back to reality by a group of girls on the other side of the counter.
Steve flashes you a tight smirk, nodding at you to step aside as he cleared his throat gently. With a quick toss of his hair, he flashed the group a bright smile as his loud voice cut through the entirety of the store. “Ahoy, ladies! Didn't see you there. Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'll be your captain,” He paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes at them slightly. “I'm Steve Harrington.”
You watched in amusement as the girls stood there in surprise, two of them at the back sharing a look before the one at the front clears her throat before speaking. “Uh – Hi, yeah. We’ll just have two chocolate cones, please.”
You were quick to remove yourself from the equation, unable to watch the rest of the conversation.
As the parlour cleared out, you glanced up to the clock, 7:45. You began your simple closing tasks and noticed how after his last interaction, Steve was doing his best to avoid you. You’d wiped all the tables and restocked everything needed for the Saturday rush tomorrow, so now all that was left to do was mop the floors.
Steve had taken that job, starting at the front of the store and making his way closer to you as you sat perched on the counter with your legs dangling against the sign below you. You hummed to yourself gently, mentally counting aloud all the numbers you’d scored today.
“You know, I think the first thing that I’m gonna make you do is get you to clean the toilets on Sunday. No way am I doing that. Ooh, I also want to see the new Rambo movie, but Robin doesn’t want to, so you can come with me to that. Maybe you can–”
“You know what? I don’t think I can do this.. Forget it, the bet’s off.” He grumbled as he pushed the mop around carelessly. Your eyebrows furrowed gently as you tutted.
“Wh– Steve, come on, don’t be a sore loser. This was your idea.” You laughed gently, tilting your head at him as you watched him swirl dirty water around the same area underneath the table.
“I’m not a sore loser,” He stubbornly looked up at you as he spoke, you could tell by his expression that this was the end of the conversation. “It was a fucking stupid idea anyway.”
You let out a soft sigh as you jumped down from the counter, your fingers brushing one of your curls that had dropped behind your ear. “Steve, no. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable–”
“Do you know why I’ve been trying so hard to pick up girls?” He asked, placing the mop in the bucket. He tried his hardest to look at you, slowly pulling his body to face you. “Because I can’t get you off of my mind, I need to distract myself. I can’t spend the next however long at your beck and call, spending eight hours a day with you is enough.”
Oh. Robin was right. You felt your demeanor soften as you took a few steps closer to him, taking precaution to miss the spots where he’d already mopped. “Steve..”
“No, just.. Be quiet for a moment.” He held his hand up at you, causing you to stop in your tracks, blinking up at him as you waited for him to continue.
“You’re always talking, you know? You always have something to say, your attitude stinks, always teasing and messing with my head in those tiny little shorts. But my God, when I hear you coming from 50 feet away just from your laugh I swear, I could explode. Or when you’re on the early and I’m on the late shift, your perfume lingers for hours and I can’t focus. Whenever those guys come in here and ask for your number, I just wanna rip my hair out. And when you look at me, like that–”
His finger points at you, then drops to his side hopelessly, a low sigh leaving his lips as his voice leaves a soft murmur. “I just.. can’t fucking focus. You’re just.. you’re so beautiful.”
His words caused every thought to flee your mind, you couldn’t find anything to say as he stood in front of you in his adorable uniform with his adorably sad face. You didn’t realise how long you were stood there for, just staring at him with widened eyes until he let out a short, pained laugh.
“Oh God, I’m sorry. You know what, the bet’s off, I don’t care about the goddamn bet. Let’s just forget about it, all of this. I’m just gonna go home, okay? I’ll see you on Sunday.” He grabbed the mop and shoved it into the bucket, avoiding your eye contact as he made his way past you to the doors to the back room.
You leapt forward, grabbing his hand with yours. He jerked under your touch slightly, turning his head to look down at his hand being engulfed by both of yours. His eyes trailed up your uniform until his eyes met yours, and you took in a sharp breath.
“You’re not going anywhere.” You mumbled gently as you took another step closer to him, grabbing ahold of his collar and pulling him down to you.
His lips found yours in a frenzy, his hand quick to drop yours and find the back of your head to steady his lips against you as the other grabbed your back, holding your body close to his. Your fingers slipped from his collar to snake around his neck, your other arm quick to follow as you lifted yourself up on your toes.
You’d thought about this moment hundreds of times, but you’d never expected his lips to be so soft, or for his mouth to move so perfectly against yours. His tongue swiped along your lower lip, silently begging you for access as his tongue began exploring yours. His arms around you tightened as you pressed yourself against him, desperate to feel him on every inch of your body.
His lips pulled back from yours suddenly, bringing his hand up to run his thumb across your lower lip and take a moment to look down into your eyes. Your chest heaved slightly as his fingernails dragged through the hair on the nape of your neck, you lifted yourself up to kiss him again and his hands all of a sudden found the backs of your thighs.
He lifted you up with ease, your legs instantaneously wrapping around his hips as he walked the two of you into the back room. You sucked on his lower lip happily as his feet kicked chairs out of his way until his thighs hit the table, slowly setting you down on the edge of it.
Reluctantly, he pulled back from your lips again to take another look at you. His hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs rubbing softly against your cheeks as he leant his forehead against yours. “You’re sure about this?”
You were quick to nod, your hands wrapping around his waist to untie the apron that was proving too many layers between you. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” You tilted your chin up to press a kiss to his lips again as you pulled the material off of him, pulling back to glance down at the prominent bulge that had appeared in his pants.
His breath hitched slightly as he noticed you notice, his hand moving to hold your jaw as he captured your upper lip between his. Slowly savouring the taste of your lips as your hands settled at his waist, the tips of your fingers slowly brushing beneath the band and making their way round to the front.
“Will you let me take care of you, baby?” You murmured against his lips. You felt him pause against you and slowly pull away, watching as he let out a hot breath against your skin. He nodded gently, before clearing his throat.
“I mean, you technically won the bet,” He started, pulling his lips away from yours to nose against your jaw. His lips dragging against the sensitive skin beneath your ear as he sloppily pressed kisses to your skin. “Shouldn’t I be taking care of you?”
You let out a breathy laugh as you lulled your head back, swallowing shallowly before pulling back from him completely. You kept your hands on his waistband as you stood up in front of him, lifting to press a soft kiss to his lips before whispering. “Sucking your cock would’ve been first on my list, baby.”
He let out a choked sound at that, nodding softly as he watched you sink to your knees. You silently revelled in the sight before you, him becoming putty in your hands. As your knees hit the cold floor, your hand pushed up the hem of his shirt to reveal the small curve of his stomach.
You leant forward, pushing your fingers through the happy trail of hair that disappeared into his shorts. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses filling the room around you as you mouthed at his skin. You pushed his shirt up further, looking up at him before he quickly took the hint and pulled it up over his head.
The fingers around his waistband paused as you looked up at the sight before you, the beauty of the freckles and moles that kissed his skin and the swell of hair across his chest causing you to push your thighs together in an attempt to dull the throb between your legs.
“You’re so beautiful, Steve.” You whispered softly as he looked down at you, you caught the way his chest hitched at that. His fingers pushed through your hair and you leant into the touch as you slowly pushed down his shorts, your own breath hitching as you’re faced with the obscenely large bulge in his boxers.
Your palm reached out to press against it, rubbing it back and forth slowly as you watched his reaction. You felt his grip in your hair tighten as he let out a low groan, you slowly leant forward as you pulled down the boxers to grab his cock as it sprung out of his boxers.
“Fuck.” He grunted as your hand wrapped around his length. Your mouth went dry as your eyes took in the size of him, his throbbing cock felt heavy in your hand as your thumb smeared the precum around the tip gently. Your tongue followed suit shortly, moaning against him at the taste of him.
Your tongue found the base of his cock, and you slowly trailed it up the vein that was prominent along him before your lips wrapped around his tip. His other hand wrapped in your hair as you slowly began bobbing your head around him, your hand taking care of the rest of him.
His eyes were intently watching you as you pulled back from him, your hand picking up the pace before you pooled salvia in your mouth and drooled it against his tip. You took him in your mouth this time, more determined. You inhaled out of your nose as you sank down further, trying to take as much of him as you could.
The bob of your head picked up as he began guiding your head gently, a low string of his moans hitting your ears, spurring you. Your nose nestled against the hair around the base of him as he hit the back of your throat, your eyes watering slightly before you pulled yourself away. You watched as your hand pumped him, drops of his precum dripping over onto your hand.
You took him in your mouth again, your eyes not leaving his as he swore your name under his breath. “I’m gonna come if you do that again, seriously.”
You feel an ache in your jaw as you take him back in your mouth again, the feeling of him pulsing in your mouth is almost addictive. A mixture of your spit and his spend is pooling at the corners of your mouth as your lips meet his base again, your eyes fluttering shut as your nose nestles against the hair. You pull back slightly to use your hand to finish him off, your eyes finding his as his hips jerk against you.
“Fuck, baby–” You felt him deposit into your mouth, the warmth spilling down your throat as his hands hold your head you steady. You moan around him, which only riles him up even more, his hips bucking into you slowly as you pull your mouth off of him with a small pop.
You rise off your knees steadily, looking down as you watch your hand pump his length slowly as you coax him down from his orgasm. His chest is heaving as he looks down at you, his hand holding the back of your neck as he pulls you back in again, catching his lips with yours.
Your spare hand presses against his chest as his tongue licks into your mouth, his gentle moans spilling into your mouth as you feel his hips rutting against you. You feel the warmth of his hand at your lower back as you slowly pull your lips away, your eyes glancing between your bodies to watch as he fucks your hand.
“You got another one for me, baby?” You mumble, your mouth watering at the sight before you look back up at him to catch his eyes. He offers a small nod as you lean forward to drag your lips to the first inch of his skin you can find, your fingernails scratching at his chest as you speak against his neck. “Go on, honey. Fuck my hand, use me. Please, baby.”
He nods as his hand slips to your waist, holding onto you as you suck on the sensitive skin on his neck. It didn’t take long for him to throw his head back with pleasure, detaching your lips from him giving you a moment to watch as you continue to milk his cock.
“I’m so close, baby, please.” He grunts as his hips pick up pace, you hum softly as your wrist begins matching the pace of his hips. You take your lower lip between your teeth, not knowing whether to watch his cock in your hand or watch his face as he comes for a second time in a five minute window.
“Let go, baby. I got you.” Your hand grabs the back of his neck to pull his face to yours, lifting yourself up on your toes to take your lips against his. His firm hands hold your waist in place as he releases over your hand, his moans being swallowed by your lips as you coax him from his high.
You pull your hand off of him slowly as you take a step back, lifting your hand to your lips where your finger slips between them. Steve thinks back to earlier when you licked the ice cream off of your fingers, and he thought you looked beautiful then. Somehow, you look even more beautiful now. He leans his arm down to pull up his shorts that were pooled around his knees, settling them at his lower hips.
The two of you stand there for a moment, taking in each other's wiped out demeanor. His chest heaves as a smirk grows across his lips, taking a step closer to you to grab you by your waist and pick you up, placing you promptly on the table.
“Although I love this uniform on you,” His voice hoarsely spoke, his chest glistening with sweat as it heaved. His fingers splay from your waist and nimbly untie your apron, pulling it off your body and tossing it to the floor. His fingers then wrap around the hem of your uniform, and slowly pull it over your head. “Fuck.”
A smirk drags across your lips as you lift your arms for him, leaning back on your hands to push your chest out to him. You tilt your head slightly as you lift your hand to slowly pull down the straps of your bra, “You okay, Steve?”
He was quick to nod, not being able to take his eyes off of you for a second before they slowly pulled up to yours. He leant forward, placing his hands on either side of your body as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. Then the corner of your mouth, your cheek, his lips sloppily trailing along your jaw before taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth.
“I just need you, so fucking bad.” He growled against you, his hands lifting from the table to unclasp your bra. You lifted each of your hands so he could manoeuvre it off of you, and pulled himself back to get a better look at your breasts.
You could swear you heard him whimper as his arm slips around your back, pulling you against him to kiss your shoulder as he softly lays you down against the cool table. Your head lulls beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs, his lips dragging from your shoulder and across your chest, before promptly wrapping around your peaked nipple.
His hand slips from your back to cup the other as he puts his tongue to work. Messily twirling around the hardened bud before taking it between his teeth, glancing up at you as you gasp before latching his lips around it again to soothe the pleasurable ache. His lips are quick to drag across your chest to the other to repeat his actions, his fingers rubbing the soaked nub between his fingers as your back arches into him.
“God, Steve. That feels so good,” You sigh, lifting your head slightly to watch as he sloppily mouths at your tits. “You make me feel so good, baby.” Your fingers push the curls out of his face to get a better look at him, and you can’t help but smile down at him when his eyes catch yours.
His lips press to your sternum, slowly making their way down your body until they reach the waistband of your uniformed shorts. He glances up at you, to which you quickly nod and lift your hips so he can tug them down.
“You’re so eager, baby.” He mumbles to you as he stands up to pull them off of your legs. His hands are quick to fall to your knees, stopping them from attempting to meet. You scoot further back on the table to make room for him as he lowers himself back between your legs, a small whistle leaving his lips as his hands splay at your inner thigh.
“Holy shit. You’ve soaked right through your panties, honey.” He speaks as he glances up at you, he reaches a finger out to the light fabric of your underwear that have stuck to the swell of your lips. A small sigh passes his lips as he watches you twitch from the smallest of touch, leaning himself closer to press his face against the soaked cotton. “You smell so fucking good, baby. Like heaven.”
You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows so you can watch the way he’s taking you in. Practically rubbing his face against your pussy, your hips buck up to his touch gently. “You’re so desperate, Steve, huh? You can’t get enough.”
He nodded softly as he pulled his head away, wrapping his fingers around the waistband and pulling them down your legs with ease. “I could come again, right now. Just from looking at you.” He let out a short laugh, but you knew he wasn’t joking.
Once your panties were discarded and you were all laid out for him, you’re certain that you heard him whimper again. He pressed both of his thumbs against your glistening slit, slowly pulling your lips apart to look at you. You heard him swear under his breath as you felt his thumbs slowly press at your entrance.
Your body was feeling so weak that you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, you let yourself lay back on the table to let Steve have his way with you. His finger dipped inside of you, gathering your slick on the pad of his finger as he slowly trailed it up to your clit. He watched as your body reacted to the touch, a small smirk across his lips. “You’re so responsive, baby. Look at her, she’s so beautiful.”
Before you could say anything else, his mouth was on you. His tongue dipping inside of you to collect more of your wetness and work it through your folds, sucking on each inch of you before wrapping his lips around your clit. One of his hands grabbed the back of your thigh, pulling you closer into him as he slipped his tongue back inside of you, eager to taste every part of you as his nose brushed your most sensitive spot.
“Oh my fucking God, Steve.” You cried out, your fingers grabbing at his hair and holding him against you as your hips jerked off the table. He pulled his mouth off of you with a pop, looking up at you with a smirk you’ve never seen before.
His index and middle finger circled at your clit gently, causing your breath to hitch. His fingers travelled through every curve of your pussy until he slowly pushed the tips inside, a small gasp falling from his lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pulled himself back slightly to watch the sight before him, how your cunt wrapped around his fingers. “You’re so fucking tight, ‘m gonna have to work you open if I’m gonna fit inside there.”
You whined at his words, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched off the table as you felt him push his fingers deeper into you. You felt them curl inside of you, pressing against the spongy wall inside of you that made you gasp in pleasure. When you opened your eyes, Steve’s face was inches in front of yours.
Your hands grabbed the back of his neck as your hips rolled against the movement of his fingers, sweat beading at your hairline as he looked down into your eyes. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need from me, fuck your pretty little pussy on my fingers.” He nodded softly before capturing your upper lips against his, your moans muffled by his lips.
As his fingers fucked into you, his other hand angled on the top of your pussy so his thumb could catch your clit. As you felt him against you, you pulled your lips back so you could cry out his name in pleasure, unable to hold it back anymore.
He pulled his two fingers out of you to push a third one in, the pressure of his thumb circling against your pussy coiling in your stomach as his fingers curl inside of you. His lips attach to your neck, sucking at your skin as the sound of his fingers fucking into you fills up the room.
You feel your cunt tightening around him as your hand grabs at his wrist, holding him in place but somehow pushing him deeper as your hips push off the table. “I’m gonna come, baby, fuck – I’m so close.” You whined, his fingers somehow curling even deeper inside of you.
“Come for me, baby. Please, I wanna see that pretty little cunt come all over my hands. Be a good girl and come for me, hm?” He hummed against your skin, and all of a sudden the words you were about to reply dissolve against your tongue as his fingers hit you just right.
You feel a rush of heat between your legs, and before you can stop it, you’re spilling all over his hands and soaking the table beneath you. His lips against your neck pause but his fingers don’t stop, he continues fucking your orgasm out of you and his thumb at your clit only quickens as he hums against your neck. “Did you just– Holy shit.”
Your legs tremble beneath you as your climax comes to an end, but Steve doesn’t let up. His head is between your legs again, sucking desperately at your clit as his fingers shallowly fuck your hole. He mumbles against you, “One more for me, baby, please. Come for me one more time before I stuff this tight little pussy with my cock.”
His words are enough to finish you off once more, but him relentlessly sucking at your clit seemingly does the job. Your hands tug at his hair as you feel it building inside of you, your chest heaving as he makes out with your pussy. His tongue devouring every inch that you’re offering him, and he holds you to him as close as he can when you finally come undone again.
“Fuck, Steve – Oh my, fuck.” You cry out as your hips jerk against his face again, your orgasm almost stronger than the first as his fingers work you through it.
Eventually, he pulls his fingers out from you and in no time is sucking on them like a popsicle. You catch his devilish smirk as he stands upright, his other hand rubbing your thigh softly as lay bare for him, struggling to catch your breath.
He releases his fingers with a small pop, before climbing up onto the table and hovering over you. You’re still breathless as his lips press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his arms bracketing either side of your head as he looks down at you. “You’re so beautiful.”
You bite down on your lower lip gently as you lift your shaky hand up to his cheek, pulling him down to your lips again before you mumble against him. “Don’t get too comfortable now. Give me one minute, and I’ll be ready.”
He nodded against your lips, letting his body settle on top of you as he parted your lips with his tongue. You could taste yourself on his mouth, and as your arms snaked around his neck, he kissed you deeper. He kissed you like he was a soldier coming home to his wife from the war, it was sweet and loving compared to what he just did to you.
His warm hand held your hip as he eagerly licked into your mouth, the kiss soon turning sloppy as your leg lifted to wrap around his waist and he could feel the heat from your pussy against his cock through the layer of his shorts.
As you felt him throb against you, you pulled your lips back from his slightly. “Okay, it’s been a minute.” Your grip around his neck tightened as you took his lips against yours again, an eager huff pressing against your lips as you felt him shuffle out of his shorts.
He manoeuvred himself out of them and pulled his lips away from yours to dip his hand between your bodies. His fingers dragged through your pussy to gather your wetness across his hand, earning a small gasp from you. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it slowly as he looked up at you, “You sure?”
You nodded quickly, eagerly spreading your legs further open for him as you nibbled on your lower lip in anticipation. He dipped his forehead against yours to steady himself, his other arm next to you holding him up as he pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance and slowly dragged it up your slit.
A string of moans fell from your lips as you watched, his tip glistening with your juices before he repeated this action over, and over. You felt yourself clenching around nothing, readying yourself each time he dipped to your entrance but huffing in frustration when he missed on purpose.
“Hey,” He lifted his head to look down at you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit as he spoke. “Just getting you ready for me, honey.”
“But I’m ready, Steve, come on. Just fuck me–” Your words were cut off with a cry as he pushed his cock into you, your head falling back as you felt him inside of you. Every vein and inch that pushed into you filling you up with pain and pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” His head dropped to the curve of your shoulder as he dragged his hips backwards before slamming his hips back into you. Your nails clawed at the skin on his back as you fluttered around his cock. “This pussy was made for me, you’re taking me so well, baby.”
You nodded at his words, moans spilling from you both with each thrust of his hips. “You’re so big, Steve. Holy fuck – Fuck.” You whined, tightening your leg around his waist. You felt him lift his head from your shoulder, catching your lips with his as he drilled his hips into you.
“I wanna hear you, baby,” He spoke against your lips before pulling himself up from your body. He straightened himself and settled his hands at your hips, lifting you slightly to hit a deeper angle. The sound of your moans and the squelch of Steve filling up your pussy danced through the room, “You hear that? Your pussy is so loud, baby. Look at her, swallowing me whole.”
His hand slipped from your hip to your lower stomach, rubbing your skin softly before his thumb found your clit again. Your back arched off of the table as you cried out in pleasure, the familiar coiling in your lower stomach returning as your hand grabbed at Steve’s arm.
“You gonna come for me again, already? You’re so greedy, baby.” He smirked down at you as he thrust into you, his eyes trailing down your body to watch where the two of you met. “My cock is so wet, baby. You gonna come all over it again? Gonna let me fill you up?”
“Fuck, yes. Come inside me, Steve, please.” You babbled as you felt your walls tighten around him, his own breath hitching as his head rolled back on his shoulders. He was quick to snap back to watching you writhe under him in pleasure, watching your hands paw at your breast and watching the way your pussy happily sucked him back in.
“I’m gonna– Fuck, you gonna come for me, honey?” You quickly nodded, your eyes screwing shut as he picked up the pace of his hips. Again, before you could stop it, you were showering him with your release all over again. He groaned at the sight, at the sensation, and a few seconds later you could feel his come spilling out inside of you.
His hips faltered slightly, his body dropping back over yours as he held himself up by his arm. His lips found yours again as his cock dragged in and out of you slowly, easing you both down from your high as you panted into each other's mouths. He fucked his come deeper inside you, slowly. He swallowed each of your moans as his hand rubbed at your waist lovingly.
Your hands held his shoulders as you felt him slowly pull out of you, but he was quick to pull his lips from yours to straighten up again to watch the aftermath between your legs.
His hand steadied around his cock as he pulled out of you, watching his come dripping from your hole. He let out a stifled groan as he pushed it back into you once more, a heavy groan leaving your lips at the feeling. He pulled himself out of you and was quick to drop between your legs again, his tongue reaching out to catch what had fallen out of you before dragging it up your pussy, and leaving one last kiss against your swollen clit.
You watched him with parted lips, frankly quite shocked that the boy who couldn’t score one phone number had just fucked you like that. You lifted yourself up slightly to grab onto his arm and pull him back up to you, a shy smile across his lips as he climbed on the table next to you. He laid on his side, leaning on his elbow and resting his head on the palm of his hand.
“You’re really something else, Harrington.” You managed breathlessly, nibbling on your lower lip gently as his hand softly dragged across your sternum. He looked down at you with a gentle smile, warmth creeping up to his cheeks as his chest heaved beside you.
“I could say the same about you.” He laughed softly, his hand slipping to your waist as he leant down to press a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled into it, your hand lifting into his hair before turning your body slightly to face him.
“You know,” You mumbled against his lips before pulling back to look at him. “For my winnings, I think I’m going to request what we just did. Everyday.” Your voice was a hoarse whisper, but the smile that broke out across his face at your words was prize enough.
“Oh yeah? Everyday?” He pecked a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling you closer to him slightly, your arm snaked around his neck to hold him in place as you sighed softly into the kiss.
“And for my other winnings,” You mumbled against his lips which earned a laugh from him, pulling back from you to roll his head back with a sigh. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow as his hand dragged up and down your side, settling at your thigh. “I’m going to request, no more numbers. You don’t ask, I won’t accept.”
His hand paused in motion, his smile creeping wider against his lips before he nodded down at you. He kissed you once, twice, three times as he slowly crept over you again, the feeling of his cock hardening against you again earning a breathy laugh against his lips, his hand wrapping your leg around his waist again as he mumbled against your lips.
“If I’d have won, that would’ve been my wish, too.”
