Midnight Reid

Prior to you two dating, they were something you subtly fixated on. Of course, you never wanted to be caught staring at your friends hands. But you couldn’t lie, his hands would make a beautiful necklace. Now, you’ve never told him how much you loved his hands. But you do like to take them and make him wrap them around your neck. Of course, he likes it too.

Like right now, as he fucks you into oblivion, his hand is wrapped around your neck, your own hand holding his wrist. You do it to feel some sense of control, even knowing he would never do anything you didn’t like. If anything, he knew your body better than anyone.

“Such a pretty girl.” He coos from his position above you. He loved to treat you like this, cooing at you when he fucks you stupid. And you loved it too.

You cant say anything, eyes glazed over as you watch him slowly disappear inside you. He was always so beautiful when he fucked you, skin glistening with sweat and his hair sticking up from you running your finger though his hair.

“What’s the matter baby? Did I fuck you dumb already? Hmm?” His tone is so condescending and it only serves to make you squirm.

Mindlessly you grab for his hand around your neck, trying to pull him off from your neck. He grins letting you take the lead in that sense. And it isn’t long before your sliding two of his fingers past your lips. He grins, pushing down on your tongue and making you gag slightly.

“You just love my fingers don’t you?” He grins down at you, his pretty teeth showing.

You nod, letting a small moan flow past your lips. He pushes his finger further down your throat, loving the way making you gag makes you clench around him.

“Of course you do. Stare at them every chance you get. Did you fantasize about them before we were together?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, “of course you did. You thought I didn’t notice huh?”

His words are pushing you closer and closer to the edge. But Steve is ruthless, slowing his thrusts to prevent you from coming.

“Not yet. Can’t cum yet.”

You whine, mumbling around his fingers, “No please! Wanna cum. Please please please!” He loves when you beg, and typically, it works. But not this time.

“No. Its cute when you beg for me though.” He leans down, kissing your forehead, the gesture too soft for what he’s doing to you.

His fingers let up on your tongue, but don’t go far. Hooking into the back of your bottom teeth and keeping your mouth open.

His thrusts pick up speed, again. “Fuck, you’re so good baby. Feel amazing around me.”

Even through the haze, you can see his own orgasm creeping up on him, making you clench around him once more, “fuck! So close baby. Do you wanna cum, sweetheart?” He moves his hands back down to your throat, squeezing just how you like.

“Yes!” You rasp through the slight lack of oxygen, “please, please, please let me! I-I need it.”

A soft moan rumbles in his throat and you already know what he’s going to say next, “go ahead baby. Cum with me pretty girl.”

It’s all permission you need. Steve leans in, capturing your lips and swallowing your moans. He cums with you, filling you up and making you whine. His hips slow as you both come down from the high, the fog clearing slightly.

“Was that good?” You ask, breathlessly.

He kisses all over your face, making you giggle and smile, one of his favorite sounds. “Was it good? Baby, it couldn’t be bad. But for the record, it was so fucking good. I came so hard, my love.” He softly smiles at you, kissing you nose softly. “Always such a good girl for me.”

You relax into the bed, letting him hold you for a moment to really bring you back. “I love you, Steve Harrington.”

…

The thumping of the base can be heard from outside this bar. “Vecnas Vengeance” is the name of the bar. Creative but… confusing, if you were being honest.

You hand the bouncer your ID and $20 for cover before making your way inside. The atmosphere is dim but not too dark you cant see where you’re walking. The walls are black, red lights illuminating the space. The décor is dark and a little chilling, but you don’t mind. Edgy is your middle name.

“I see the owner is into horror movies. Or… something?” One of your friends says from behind you.

You grin, “I like it. It’s different. Dark, but fun. There isnt another bar like this in town.” Because it’s true. All the other bars in this college town are either dive bars, actual clubs, or places you didn’t want to frequent. But this was a place you could see yourself becoming a regular in.

You and your friends make your way to the wooden bar top, settling into the plush velvet bar stool.

“What can I get you pretty ladies to drink?” The bartender saunters over, a lazy grin on his face. The first thing you notice about him is how attractive he is. His brown hair looks so soft that all you want to do is push your fingers through it. It takes a minute for you to remember that he asked you a question.

“Oh, um can I have a lemon drop martini please?” You grin at him, lacing your fingers together and resting your chin on them. “I didn’t catch your name?”

He smiles as he pours your drink and sliding it toward you, “Steve Harrington. I own this place.” You sip your drink slowly, looking at him over the rim of your glass. Everything about him is perfect in your book and you, now, understand exactly what everyone was whispering about.

“Nice to meet you, Harrington. I’m Y/N.” You hand him your card, opening a tab; knowing its going to be a long night.

“A very pretty name for a very pretty girl.” Your friends have moved to another part of the bar, making sure to keep you in their eyesight, should anything go wrong. But you knew they didn’t have to worry.

Steves vibe was calm, almost fatherly. But you didn’t miss that he was cocky, something you liked.

“You always sweet talk your customers?”

He huffs a laugh, “only the prettiest ones. And you just so happen to be the prettiest to ever walk into this bar.”

Something else you notice about him, he’s young. He cant be more than a few years older than you. You counted that as a win in your books, deciding that if you wanted to, you might just be able to take him home.

“Mmm, a flirt.” You sip your drink again, needing something to do with your hands. “Has that always gotten you what you want in life?” Fucking with mens egos was something you did often. Took the douchebags down a peg or three. But for men like Steve Harrington, it was all in good fun.

He responded exactly as you expect, “maybe. Possibly. Why is it working on you?” He winks, offering you a little laugh.

You can feel your face and body warm and you know its not from the alcohol. He’s infectious and you know that if given the chance, he’d worm his way into you bloodstream and you know you’d never be able to get him out.

“Maybe. Possibly.”

A girl with short brown hair yells from the end of the bar, speaking a mile a minute, barely taking a breath as she says “Steve?! Hello! Instead of flirting with all the women and making them uncomfortable, I could really use some help here. Because I’m learning and I don’t know how to make a Moscow Mule so if you could help me that would be-“

He sighs before cutting her off, “Robin! Relax. The cheat sheet is right there. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Duty calls.” He playfully rolls his eyes before slowly pulling away from the bar top to help the woman called Robin.

It doesn’t take your friends long to snake their way through the crowd and taking the empty seats beside you. “Did you get his number?” One asks. “Invite him back to your bed?” Another teases.

“No and no. We were just… chatting. He’s cocky. And we all know my track record with cocky men… heartbroken and swearing off men forever.” You down your drink at that, pushing it to the other side of the bar for the barkeep to deal with later. “Besides, he flirts with everyone.”

You look down to the other end of the bar, eyes finding his already looking at you. You bite your lips slightly, imagining what would happen if you DID let him take you home. You could imagine his hands in your hair and his lips kissing all the spots you love. But you couldn’t ask him for that. There’s no way.

“Sweetheart? You okay?” Steves voice snaps you back reality, another martini sitting in front of you. You feel your face heat again, your stomach doing flips at the way he’s looking at you.

“Ah, y-yeah sorry! I spaced out.” You laugh lightly, sipping your drink again. “Finals are kicking my ass and I still have three weeks.” You laugh awkwardly.

He smirks, grabs a napkin and a pen, writing something down before sliding it towards you, “if you ever need a study partner, let me know.” He winks at you before walking away.

…

The thumping of the base can be heard from outside this bar. “Vecnas Vengeance” is the name of the bar. Creative but… confusing, if you were being honest.

You hand the bouncer your ID and $20 for cover before making your way inside. The atmosphere is dim but not too dark you cant see where you’re walking. The walls are black, red lights illuminating the space. The décor is dark and a little chilling, but you don’t mind. Edgy is your middle name.

“I see the owner is into horror movies. Or… something?” One of your friends says from behind you.

You grin, “I like it. It’s different. Dark, but fun. There isnt another bar like this in town.” Because it’s true. All the other bars in this college town are either dive bars, actual clubs, or places you didn’t want to frequent. But this was a place you could see yourself becoming a regular in.

You and your friends make your way to the wooden bar top, settling into the plush velvet bar stool.

“What can I get you pretty ladies to drink?” The bartender saunters over, a lazy grin on his face. The first thing you notice about him is how attractive he is. His brown hair looks so soft that all you want to do is push your fingers through it. It takes a minute for you to remember that he asked you a question.

“Oh, um can I have a lemon drop martini please?” You grin at him, lacing your fingers together and resting your chin on them. “I didn’t catch your name?”

He smiles as he pours your drink and sliding it toward you, “Steve Harrington. I own this place.” You sip your drink slowly, looking at him over the rim of your glass. Everything about him is perfect in your book and you, now, understand exactly what everyone was whispering about.

“Nice to meet you, Harrington. I’m Y/N.” You hand him your card, opening a tab; knowing its going to be a long night.

“A very pretty name for a very pretty girl.” Your friends have moved to another part of the bar, making sure to keep you in their eyesight, should anything go wrong. But you knew they didn’t have to worry.

Steves vibe was calm, almost fatherly. But you didn’t miss that he was cocky, something you liked.

“You always sweet talk your customers?”

He huffs a laugh, “only the prettiest ones. And you just so happen to be the prettiest to ever walk into this bar.”

Something else you notice about him, he’s young. He cant be more than a few years older than you. You counted that as a win in your books, deciding that if you wanted to, you might just be able to take him home.

“Mmm, a flirt.” You sip your drink again, needing something to do with your hands. “Has that always gotten you what you want in life?” Fucking with mens egos was something you did often. Took the douchebags down a peg or three. But for men like Steve Harrington, it was all in good fun.

He responded exactly as you expect, “maybe. Possibly. Why is it working on you?” He winks, offering you a little laugh.

You can feel your face and body warm and you know its not from the alcohol. He’s infectious and you know that if given the chance, he’d worm his way into you bloodstream and you know you’d never be able to get him out.

“Maybe. Possibly.”

A girl with short brown hair yells from the end of the bar, speaking a mile a minute, barely taking a breath as she says “Steve?! Hello! Instead of flirting with all the women and making them uncomfortable, I could really use some help here. Because I’m learning and I don’t know how to make a Moscow Mule so if you could help me that would be-“

He sighs before cutting her off, “Robin! Relax. The cheat sheet is right there. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Duty calls.” He playfully rolls his eyes before slowly pulling away from the bar top to help the woman called Robin.

It doesn’t take your friends long to snake their way through the crowd and taking the empty seats beside you. “Did you get his number?” One asks. “Invite him back to your bed?” Another teases.

“No and no. We were just… chatting. He’s cocky. And we all know my track record with cocky men… heartbroken and swearing off men forever.” You down your drink at that, pushing it to the other side of the bar for the barkeep to deal with later. “Besides, he flirts with everyone.”

You look down to the other end of the bar, eyes finding his already looking at you. You bite your lips slightly, imagining what would happen if you DID let him take you home. You could imagine his hands in your hair and his lips kissing all the spots you love. But you couldn’t ask him for that. There’s no way.

“Sweetheart? You okay?” Steves voice snaps you back reality, another martini sitting in front of you. You feel your face heat again, your stomach doing flips at the way he’s looking at you.

“Ah, y-yeah sorry! I spaced out.” You laugh lightly, sipping your drink again. “Finals are kicking my ass and I still have three weeks.” You laugh awkwardly.

He smirks, grabs a napkin and a pen, writing something down before sliding it towards you, “if you ever need a study partner, let me know.” He winks at you before walking away.