𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮
Pairing: bratty!Steve Harrington x bratty!fem!reader
Word Count: ~1.6k
Summary: Steve has a bad attitude and you're giving him snark about it. Steve is not having any of that.
Warnings: SMUT! Steve is a little mean but like not degrading, reader is snarky as hell, established relationship, unprotected piv(but as usual, I write these with the use of birth control in mind), fingering, semi-public sex ig?(in a car), dirty talking, LOTS of groping
Based on this post by @moonstoneandmoonlightt!!
You roll your eyes as another sarcastic comment leaves Steve's mouth. He's been like this all day, and you haven't been having it.
"Yeah, okay. Another comment from the drama queen of Hawkins." You lean back in the passenger seat of his beamer, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Oh, ha ha." He scoffs, fiddling with the radio station until he finds a song he likes. You look over at your boyfriend. Even when he's being a brat, he still makes your heart completely melt.
You can't help but roll your eyes once more, though, as he gives you a quick look from the corner of his eye, his brows furrowed.
"Keep rolling your eyes and they're gonna stay like that." He mumbles.
"Asshole." You grumble back, sinking deeper into the seat. "If you keep running your mouth I'll make you put it to better use." You say sarcastically, but you don't miss the way Steve tenses up for a moment.
"Aww, did that get you flustered, Stevie?" You coo, your hand coming to his thigh. You don't even remember who snarked the other first, or what it was about. All you know is that Steve has had an attitude lately, and the two of you are both so petty.
You hear his breathing quicken, and his head thumps back against the headrest.
"Go-- get-get in the back." He tries to sound demanding, but you know you caught him off guard. "And what makes you think you're the one in control here?" You tease, trailing your hand further up his thigh.
"You get in the back." You hum. Steve listens, and you don't even know he has something up his sleeve.
"Doesn't matter who gets back here first, it'll have the same outcome." He mumbles as you crawl back there with him.
You hum softly, a surprised gasp leaving your lips when he pulls you down. He places a hand on the back of your head so that you don't hit the door, his love for you still evident despite the bratty, well, everything about him right now.
Steve's lips crash against yours, his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth with fervor. You tug on his hair, trying to take control, but the way he has you pinned against the seat, and the way his hands slide up your body to squeeze your tits, you're done for.
"Steve--" You breathe against his lips, your hands pulling at and threading through his perfect hair with soft sighs every time he squeezes your tits.
"What happened to you being in control, baby?" He hums into your mouth, a sly smirk on his face. If you weren't so damn turned on right now, maybe you'd be able to think of a comeback.
"Sh-shut up, Steve." Your voice shakes, only fueling Steve's stupid ego.
"You're adorable." He mumbles against your lips, pulling away to pull your shirt over your head, kissing down your jaw and to your neck.
"Steve, we're-- oh, fuck, babe." You whine when Steve pulls your bra down under your tits, sucking on one nipple while he thumbs at the other one.
"Look at you, baby. I've barely touched you and you're already whining. Bet you've soaked through your panties already." Steve smiles, speaking around your nipple.
"N-no... Don't be so-- so cocky." You mumble, knowing full well Steve is absolutely right.
"Oh, yeah?" He hums, trailing a hand down your body and sliding it under your jeans. He cups your pussy over your panties, smiling to himself.
"Oh, shut--" You're cut off by Steve's fingers circling your clit through the damp fabric, your head falling back and smacking slightly against the window.
"Jesus, careful." Steve rolls his eyes, his fingers pausing for a moment to make sure you're alright.
"Don't stop." You whine, causing him to laugh softly. "Just making sure you weren't concussed." He scoffs, resuming his motion. He keeps it slow. Enough to make you feel good, to get you wetter, but not enough to get you off anytime soon.
"Steve, c'mon." You whine, arching up towards him, which only pushes your tits closer to him.
"Fuckin' look at you." He whispers, dipping his fingers under your panties to sink his two middlemost ones into you.
"Steve!" You whine. Sure, his fingers are like heaven, but he knows what you want, and he knows how damn bad you want it.
"Gotta get you ready, baby. Stretch you out a little bit, first." He coos, pressing sloppy kisses against your neck.
You tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head and letting out a soft little moan that, unfortunately, Steve hears.
"Aw, you're moaning just from seeing me with my shirt off?" He hums, his tongue falling flat against your neck, licking all the way up to your jaw.
You're panting now, clenching helplessly around Steve's fingers as your hands trail down his chest, reaching down to his belt.
You quickly unbuckle it, trying to push his blue jeans and boxers down in one motion. "Someone's eager." He laughs, but his voice breaks slightly when his cock slaps against his stomach and he feels the cool air on his hot skin.
"Steve..." You pant, desperately trying to push your hips up closer to his leaking cock. "Okay, okay." He laughs, pulling his fingers out of you.
He makes a show of licking them clean, his eyes locked on yours the entire time.
You bite your lip as Steve actually unclips your bra and throws it off, then moves down to your pants. He pulls all the remaining fabric off your body, smiling as he sees the way your already puffy folds glisten in the dim moonlight.
He wraps a hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before running the pink tip through your folds. You gasp every time it catches on your clit, bucking your hips up to try and just get him to put it in.
"Not yet. Tell me you're done being a brat." He grunts, wanting to hear you say it even though he's torturing himself, too.
"You can't be serious." You groan, gripping Steve's shoulder with one hand, the other one sitting limply at your side.
"I'm one hundred percent serious." He smiles, watching your face for the satisfaction of seeing your face of disbelief.
"I'm--" You scoff, rolling your eyes at Steve. "Get it all out now." He coos, causing you to roll your eyes once again.
"I hate you." You grumble. "Love you, too." Steve hums, the stupidest, most cocky smile on his handsome face.
"I'm-- I'm done.. ugh, you're such an ass." You groan, causing Steve to slap the tip of his cock against your clit. You let out a soft whine, letting out a shaky breath before speaking. "F-fine. I'm done-- I'm done being a... a brat." You grumble, any embarrassment from before disappearing as Steve pushes his tip into you.
You let out a moan, wrapping your arms around Steve's neck and pulling him closer to you. He sucks on your neck, his hair tickling your jaw and his hands grope all over your body.
He starts at your tits, then your hips, then your ass, to your thighs, and back up to your tits as he begins to rut into you like he can't help it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You moan out, grabbing at his hair with one hand and his bicep with the other.
"That's it. Fuck, yeah." Steve grunts in your ear, kissing up until his lips are all over yours.
"Steeeeeve!" You whine, that coil in your belly already tightening since Steve was fingering you so good just a moment ago.
"Yeah, baby? You like that? Can feel you squeezin' me so tight." Steve hums into your mouth, pressing his entire body against yours in the way he knows you love. The way that you're able to feel every inch of skin against yours, as if you two are so close to completely merging together.
You hold him as close to yourself as you possibly can while your nails dig into his back. Steve gets rougher, his hips meeting yours in desperation with every thrust.
"Steve! Steve, oh-- Sh-shit!" You moan out, burying your face into the crook of Steve's neck. "Please, please, please, please, please." You chant out, gasping for air when he trails his hand down your body to rub at your clit.
"Don't gotta beg for anything, sweet girl." Steve murmurs against your shoulder where he's dropped his head, his hands moving down to grab your ass and lift your hips so that he hits that spot inside you that takes your breath away.
"M'so close. So close." You pant, tears of pleasure brimming your eyes as you wrap your arms around Steve's neck, nails indenting on his shoulders.
"Me too. Fuck, you're so amazing." Steve moans, kissing up your neck and finally resting his face against the skin after a moment of hot kisses.
"Oh my god!" You moan out, eyes rolling back as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your legs are shaking, moans spilling from your lips, back arching, and your pussy clenching deliciously around Steve's throbbing cock.
That's the push that sends Steve over with you, his muscles tensing up and his hips halting as his release paints your insides. His cock twitches inside of you as he gives shallow thrusts through both of your orgasms until the pleasure meets the line of overstimulation.
He stops his thrusts, his body going limp on top of yours as he nibbles at the skin of your neck.
Once the two of you have caught your breath, you let out a breathy laugh. "So, was the attitude just because you were horny?" You hum, letting out a soft yelp as Steve gives a nip to the spot that he knows is most sensitive.
"Maybe." He mumbles, letting out a deep sigh.
so sorry for the lack of everything, my birthday was this week so I've been busy. Thanks for reading!
