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The Christmas Arrangement (Part 4)

steve harrington x fem!reader words: 3,754 warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT (i couldn't help it... they just ended up alone and it happened) 18+ minors dni :P summary: Steve Harrington thought asking his stubborn intern to play his girlfriend for the holidays would be simple. But "pretend" starts to get a little complicated when moments feel a little too real. a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY !!! i wanted this done before christmas but due to my health that didn't happen. im not sure when part 5 will come out but it will be before or on new year's eve!!!! i have a dr appt monday to see when i'll be having surgery. thank you for your patience ! enjoy this little short filler before the final part :) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (coming soon)

Steve’s hands gripped your waist, his mouth on the nape of your neck, stomach pressing into your backside, hand around your throat. Your hand was on the wall, holding yourself up. You were melting as he roamed your body, whispering dirty things about your dress.

He was still wearing the suit, well just the pants, jacket, and hat. He had ripped the beard off as soon as the door closed. His mouth was on yours immediately. But you weren’t going to complain.

You moved your hips, allowing your ass to rub his crotch, making him dig his fingers tighter. You bit your lip, pleased as you felt him growing.

You wondered if this would be your new normal. Him pulling you into his office, pretending to speak to you about important business stuff. In reality, the contents on the desk would be on the floor, your legs wrapped around his hips. Okay, maybe you have secretly imagined it before.

You moaned as he pressed into you, forcing your cheek on the freezing cold wall. His hand let go of your waist, fisting the flesh of your thigh. You hissed when he slipped his finger under your dress to drag it against your sensitive area.

He stopped, moving your head to look at him, giving you a sly smirk. “Already soaking wet. Hope it’s not ‘cause of me.”

You rolled your eyes, facing the wall. “Shut up, Harrington.”

He used his knees to move your legs apart further. His finger pushed your underwear to the side, slipping his digit inside, and then another. “I was thinkin’ about something earlier.”

“You, thinking? That’s dangerous.” You closed your eyes, trying not to lose control as he slid another finger inside of you.

“The other day. I asked if you had been in a relationship before.” He said casually.

You furrowed your brows, back arching at his touch. He was good. He knew how to make you feel good but only just enough where you wouldn’t come undone. “Mhm.”

“Well,” he nipped at your earlobe.

“I’ve dated.” You guided his other hand to touch your chest, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Not the same,” he mumbled.

You sighed, a mix of pleasure and annoyance at the conversation. “Why do you care, Mr. Harrington?”

You could hear him roll his eyes at you. Regardless, he twisted you around, getting on his knees. Swiftly, he took off your underwear, looking up at you with his big stupid dark eyes. You brushed a strand of hair out from his face, wondering if he would grow his hair back out. His hat sat lopsided on his head, the white Pom Pom dangling. “You know I care.”

“Then show me.”

You gasped as soon as his mouth found your core. It was different than last night. He was drinking you, his tongue warm and skilled as it flicked back and forth. You thought your legs were losing their feeling. Your hand had knocked his hat off his head, your fingers clutching his hair. “Steve…” you whimpered, leaning forward like you were about to pass out, pushing him deeper.

You could hear him grunt, occasionally saying how good you taste, the words vibrating that sweet spot that made you feel like a rocket was in the pit of your stomach. “Holy sh…” you were unable to finish the rest of your sentence. The rocket had set off, exploding inside your entire body.

Steve broke away, panting, standing up. His lips wet, catching yours in a heated kiss. He tapped the back of your thighs, cuing you to jump and wrap them around him. He held you, his hands on your ass, carrying you to the cushioned chair. He sat down, you straddling his lap, mouths sloppily moving together.

“I already told Santa what I wanted for Christmas,” you teased.

He smirked. “Yeah, but now I need you to tell me what you want.”

You could feel the pit of your stomach swell again. “Tell me a secret.”

Steve paused, his grip loosened, and leaned all the way back in the chair to look at you clearly. His brows furrowed. “A secret?”

You scanned his face, wondering if now was the time to bring up what his mom had said. You pushed it to the back of your mind. “Something you’ve never told anyone before.”

His lips twitched. “I wear contacts.”

You leaned in closer, using your fingers to keep his eye open. You were in disbelief when you could see the light circled line around his irises. “I was hoping the secret would be a bit sexier.” You tried to recall the past few days if he made any signs that he wore contacts. But really, he had already been up before you could catch him putting them in.

“I’m afraid I’m a bit boring. I forgot what that word even is.” He looked you up and down. “I guess until I met you that is.”

You bucked your hips, your center rubbing against his bulge. He closed his eyes, exposing neck as he groaned from the pressure. Your mouth attacked his throat, carelessly sinking your teeth, leaving behind a mark.

“Are you going to tell me a secret, now?” He whispered, digging his fingers into your ass.

You thought for a moment, running your fingers over the red fibers of the suit. “Do you remember when I accidentally made the wrong copies a month ago and Sharon yelled at me for an hour until you intervened?”

“Somewhat,” the flicker in his eyes told you he did.

You gave him a chaste kiss. “When you caught her and yelled at her for yelling at me, I went into your office to thank you.”

“I recall.” His brow was raised, unsure where you were going with this.

You began to shimmy from his grip, sliding off his lap, onto the floor with your knees. You saw him swallow when you looked up at him, batting your eyes.

You smirked, tilting your head as you knelt before him. “I said something like… ‘Guess I owe you one. Let me know if you ever need me to get on my knees for you.’”

Steve’s jaw dropped, and a flush crept up his neck. “You said that?”

You nodded, biting your lip to suppress a grin. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t think you heard me, though. You didn’t even look up from your computer.”

Steve ran a hand over his face, groaning. “Are you kidding me? I heard you. Loud and clear. That comment haunted me for days.”

You laughed, leaning closer. “So why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought it was like a new figure of speech to help with paperwork or something.” He gave you a half-hearted smile.

“Jesus, have you always been this hopeless, Steve?” You giggled when his face fell, rolling his eyes.

His lips formed into a thin line. “I’m smooth when I need to be.”

“Yes, because letting a comment like that slide, is smooth.” You rested your palms on his thighs.

“I didn’t let it slide,” he countered. His hands gripped your wrists as if to prove a point. “I just… what was I supposed to say? It was the first time you had ever been nice to me and I was to immediately assume you were flirting? Was I supposed to clarify and ask if you meant to be suggestive or offering to reorganize my filing cabinet?”

“Reorganize your filing cabinet?” Your head tilted back, laughing. “Don’t worry, I was only turned on because you stood up for me. I never really thought of it again.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t believe you,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Don’t believe what? That I forgot about it?”

“Exactly.” He began to move your hands higher up on his thighs. “You can’t drop a line like that and pretend it didn’t stick with you.”

“Oh, it stuck with me alright,” you said, biting back a grin. “I distinctly remember walking out of your office, thinking, ‘Wow, he’s even more clueless than I thought.’”

Steve groaned, his head tilting back against the chair. “Clueless? You blindsided me! I was trying to decide if I should fire Sharon. I wasn’t prepared for you to say something like that.”

“Prepared?” you teased, your voice lilting. “Steve, it wasn’t that complicated. It was a compliment, sort of. Maybe a little suggestive. Okay, a lot suggestive.”

“A lot suggestive?” he repeated, mock horror flashing across his face.

Your fingers hooked the waistband of his pants, dragging them off to expose his black dress pants underneath. “Admit it, Mr. Harrington. You wouldn’t know what to do if you knew I was being serious.”

His breath hitched, but he recovered quickly, his lips curving into that cocky grin you knew all too well. “Maybe,” he admitted, his tone almost daring. “I’m assuming the offer is back on the table?”

Your hands flexed against his thighs, the playful tension between you crackling like a live wire. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll make you beg to hear the rest of my secrets instead.”

Steve’s gaze darkened, his smirk fading into something hungrier, something heavier. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a near growl. “You’re playing with fire.”

Unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear was easy. You took him with your mouth, using your hand to pump him as your head bobbed up and down. His words became mumbled and you could make out small curses under his breath.

You had never really heard a man moan before. But Steve with his wet, swollen, covered in red, lips, parted, allowing the filthy sounds escape. His hand was at the top of your head, grasping the locks of your hair. Tighter and tighter, only making you go faster.

He finally managed to get you to break away, panting deep breaths. “Come here.”

His eyes are dark and face smug.

“Why?” You challenged him.

“Because I said so.” He tugged at your wrist to stand up.

You stayed where you were, defiant. “I like it right here.”

Steve’s grip on your wrist tightened just enough to send a shiver up your spine, his thumb brushing slow circles over your skin. His smirk deepened, tilting his head as he let his eyes drift down to where you knelt between his legs.

“Yeah?” His voice was low, gravelly—like he already knew exactly what game you were playing. “You like it down there, huh?”

Your chin lifted stubbornly, even as heat spread across your cheeks. “I think I’ve got the better view.”

Steve huffed a quiet laugh, his eyes flickering with something darker. “Trust me, sweetheart. You definitely do not have the better view. Come here.”

You dragged your nails lightly along his thighs, feeling the way his muscles tensed. Still refusing to listen. Steve was clearly restraining himself from reacting. His jaw ticked and his grip got tighter. His eyes snapped back to yours, and for a second, the teasing flicker vanished—replaced by something hungrier, more intense. His hand slid down, catching your chin between his fingers, guiding your gaze up to his. You leaned into his touch, lips barely grazing his thumb. “Up. Now. Please.”

“I’m enjoying you squirm,” you attempted to sound confident. However, the way he said please made the heat at the bottom of your stomach boil. You tightened your legs together, whining, trying to alleviate the pressure. You hated to admit you needed him now or you might combust.

He must have noticed because he was no longer playing the game. He tugged you up swiftly, your body pressing flush against his as he pulled you down onto his lap, your legs straddling his. His hands found your hips, holding you there firmly as his gaze locked with yours.

“I don’t squirm,” he muttered.

“Oh, you definitely do,” you countered, grinning up at him.

“You sure about that?” His lips were so close that his breath tickled your skin, eyes burning with challenge.

You swallowed, your pulse racing in your throat, but you weren’t about to let him win that easily. “Absolutely.”

His mouth was on yours before you could say anything else, capturing whatever smart remark you’d been about to make. His hands roamed slowly up your back, pulling you tighter against him. “Need you,” he groaned.

His fingers dug into the back of your thighs right below your ass. You lifted yourself and he grabbed himself, one hand holding you steady, allowing you to slowly slide on him. A mix of pleasure came out of you, like a dirty song. You exchanged a small smile, reveling in the feeling of him inside you. He grinned wider, kissing you tenderly.

He was literally inside of you and he still managed to make your cheeks heat up. “You’re pretty, you know? M’sorry I made you believe I didn't like you.”

You kissed the freckle on his face. You didn’t reply, shifting forward, slowly riding him. The pleasure spread to your core, and the more you felt him inside you, making you full, the rest of your body felt electric.

You continued your sweet, decadent pace, nuzzling your face into his neck. His arm was wrapped around you tightly, palm in your hair. You rolled your hips, biting your lip as the angle brushed your clit. You began to pick up the pace, stealing sloppy kisses in between the moans.

You leaned back, the change in angle bringing out involuntary swear words. Then it was Steve who began to lift his hips to match your pace. He was hitting just the right spot. You gasped, a high pitch whine poured from your lips, Steve’s chin was on yours, drinking the sound into his mouth. He smirked, open mouthed.

His thumb found your clit, grazing it gently. “Oh, fuck, Steve. “ you called out. You hadn’t meant to be so loud.

Steve seemed surprised at your outburst. But you were caught off guard at the sudden intensity. He didn’t hesitate to continue rubbing circles. You leaned back further so he had more access.

“Sweetheart…” he begged.

You put a hand on his chest. “Please wait for me. I’m almost there.”

He nodded, leaning his head back, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed like if he breathed another breath he would come undone. He took your hips, taking liberty to lead, lifting you up and down in a quick steady rhythm. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to fight himself and it was enough for your walls to tighten around him. You gripped him harder with every rock of your hips. You kissed him hard, melting into a pool as your insides cracked.

“Oh… god,” Steve groaned on your tongue. He gave a final thrust and you felt the warmth of his climax as your limbs shook and the currents in you hit like a storm.

Holy fucking shit.

You collapsed on him, chests flush together.

Holy fucking shit.

It felt surreal. You could feel his staggered breath. You placed lazy kisses on the freckles on his neck. You felt him smile in your hair, kissing the top of your head, rubbing your back. “You think my mom and friends noticed we’ve been gone?”

You chuckled lifting off of him. “We can just say we had a Santa suit malfunction.”

He hummed. “I think they’ll know we’re lying. Your dress is torn on the back.” He played with fabric touching the back of your neck.

“What!” You sat up, jumping off of him, reaching for the same spot. Sure enough. “How is that even possible?

Steve laughed. He pulled his trousers back on, picking up the red Santa pants off the ground and folding them. He stood up, taking off the rest of the costume. You started to look around the room, frowning. “Have you seen my panties?”

Steve immediately looked guilty, not looking you in the eye. “No.” He said too quickly.

You crossed your arms across your chest. “I don’t believe you.”

He stood up, face still deadpan. He shrugged. “I don’t remember you wearing any.”

You narrowed your eyes, your lips betraying you as you grinned. You strode over to him, hands attacking his pockets.

“Woah! Careful there, you might start something I don’t think we have time to finish.” His eyes lit up mischievously.

“Give them back, Steve,” you giggled as he started to use his arm as a shield. He rummaged in his coat pocket, bringing out the pair of underwear, letting it hang off his finger. “Hm, dunno how it got in there.”

You took a step back, shoving him slightly. “You’re such a dork!”

He handed them back apprehensively. You wanted to put them back on until you saw the puppy dog look in his eyes. You rolled Your own and slid them in one of his back pockets, patting it gently. You shot him a glare that told him not to say anything or you’d take them back.

Steve’s smirk deepened, and he glanced down at his back pocket, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. “Guess I’ll hold onto these for now. A little keepsake,” he teased, pulling his belt through the loops of his trousers.

You arched a brow, stepping closer, your fingers toying with the edge of his unbuttoned shirt. “Keepsake? I didn’t realize we were doing souvenirs now.”

He looped his arms around your waist, tugging you flush against him. “I like collecting things that remind me of you.” His lips brushed lightly over yours, slow and teasing, and it was ridiculous how easily that line made your knees weak.

“Oh,” you murmured against his mouth, pretending to consider. “Should I start stealing things from your desk then?”

Steve grinned, nipping at your bottom lip. “You already steal all my pens.”

“They’re better than mine,” you shot back, tugging lightly on his collar.

“I swear you do it just to watch me get frustrated during meetings.” His breath was warm against your cheek, his voice dropping to that husky tone that always made you shiver.

Before you could respond, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by Robin’s unmistakable voice.

“Hey, your mom has been looking for you two. So before she files a missing persons report I’d wrap up.. Whatever it is,” she called, the smirk in her voice painfully obvious.

You pulled back quickly, smoothing down your dress as if you could somehow fix the tear Steve had pointed out earlier. Steve’s hand lingered on your lower back as he opened the door just a crack, peeking out. “Sorry, we lost track of time talking.”

Robin’s eyes immediately narrowed. “You two are way too sweaty for only talking.”

Steve didn’t miss a beat. “The heating in here’s brutal,” he deadpanned.

Robin snorted, crossing her arms. “Sure. Well, get your ass downstairs, your mom wants to take pictures.” Her gaze flickered to you with a knowing grin.

Steve shrugged off his suit coat, and you felt the warmth between your legs again. There were many times you had “accidentally” turned up the air in the office to see him take off his jackets. The way his dress shirts hugged his biceps just right.

He draped the coat over your shoulders, smirking as you continued to stare at his arms.

Steve leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You know,” he murmured, his hand slipping just beneath the hem of his coat on your back, “if you really want to get back at me for the pens… maybe we keep the coat on all night. No dress underneath.”

Your breath hitched at the suggestion, heat blooming low in your stomach. The way his voice dipped, low and deliberate, sent shivers up your spine, and for a moment, you forgot Robin was even standing there, arms crossed and watching the two of you like a hawk.

Steve’s fingertips skimmed over the bare skin of your back, just under the edge of the coat, and your eyes flickered down to his forearms again. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled to the elbows, exposing the smooth line of his veins and the faint freckles scattered across his tanned skin. His muscles flexed subtly with every movement, and the crisp white fabric of his dress shirt strained just enough to remind you why office meetings were sometimes unbearable.

You swallowed, the room suddenly feeling too warm. “I think your mom might notice if I’m standing there half-naked in front of the Christmas tree,” you whispered back, though the teasing lilt in your voice betrayed how tempting the idea was.

Steve grinned, his thumb grazing slow, lazy circles into your lower back. “She’ll just think you’re cold,” he said, his breath hot against your ear. “I’ll play innocent.”

Robin cleared her throat loudly, and you both jumped, Steve pulling back just enough to look sheepishly at her. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” she said, waving a hand dismissively.

Your face burned as Steve chuckled, slipping his hand into yours as he guided you toward the door. “Alright, alright. We’re coming,” he said, shooting Robin a half-hearted glare.

She grinned, pleased with herself, her eyes glanced at Steve's coat draped over you. “Nice touch. Really subtle.”

You tugged the coat tighter around yourself, shooting her a glare. “It’s cold.”

“Sure,” Robin said with a wink before disappearing down the hall.

Steve leaned against the doorframe, watching her retreat with an amused glint in his eyes. “I think she likes you more than me,” he mused, slipping his hands into his pockets.

You rolled your eyes, adjusting the coat as you stepped into the hall beside him. “That’s not a high bar.”

He laughed, his shoulder bumping against yours as you walked. “You wound me.”

“You’ll survive,” you teased, though you let yourself lean into him a little as you descended the stairs. He laughed at your words and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

You wondered if he’d be this carefree back at work. Your face dropped, immediately remembering what his mom had told you. As Steve guided you toward the refreshment table, his hand warm against the small of your back, the weight of his mom’s words settled heavily in your chest. He's thinking about walking away. The easy way he laughed with guests, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, it was hard to reconcile that with the idea of him leaving the company. Leaving you.

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