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hello ! i absolutely love ur writing but iβm sure you hear this a lot ;) i was wondering if you could do a steve x fem reader making out in the school bathroom (like with nancy in season 1), and then lead it to whatever you want (suggestive or smutβ¦) tysm β‘οΈ
i feel so high school, everytime i look at you
pairing: steve harrington x reader
summary: request above
tags: smut, dry humping, orgasm (f & m), making out, hickey's & lovebites (they're horny teenagers give them a break), not proofread
word count: 1k
author's note: hi lovely! thank you for this request, i hope you like this! sorry for the wait x
Youβre aimlessly scanning your locker, half asleep as you page through your notebooks to find your history one. You had them colour coordinated at the start of the year, but youβd be lying if you said you remembered which is which.
βMorning,β a voice chirps next to you, startling you enough to flinch. You whip your head to stare at Steve incredulously who pinches his lips together like heβs trying to muffle his laughter.
βThin ice,β you warn him, pointing your finger at him threateningly whilst a yawn tries to lock your jaw.
He pouts woefully, βHarsh. Thatβs the kind of greeting I get for wanting to say hello to my girlfriend?β he says as he leans against the locker next to yours, tilting his head in a puppylike display.
You hum, flicking his nose slightly which has him scrunching his face together as you snort a laugh.
βTalk to me again after lunch.β You groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you close your locker and drag yourself lazily to your first class.
Steve huffs, jogging to get a little bit in front of you before switching and walking backwards to continue your conversation. His backwards cap is somewhat slanted on his head, but he looks like heβs the perfect embodiment of Hawkins Highβs star athlete with his matching letterman jacket.
βThatβs forever away though.β He whines, holding his own binder to his chest which youβre surprised he even managed to bring in the first place.
You canβt help the small uptick of your lips at his dramatic display, βYouβll manage.β
Steve blocks your entrance to your class, tugging you towards the water fountain in the corner despite your protests.
βSteve, Iβm going to be lateββ
ββ5 seconds baby, promise.β
You frown, looking at him with impatience as he gazes at your face, his eyes tracking every part of it despite you being on a time crunch.
βI like when youβre grumpy.β He says softly, lifting one of his hands to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he smiles dopily whilst cupping your cheek in one hand
You must look bewildered because he huffs a laugh, ββS cute.β He admits.
Your smile grows soft, βYouβre a real softie you know that Harrington?β you tease.
He rolls his eyes before straightening as he takes a quick scan of the slowly emptying halls, βSkip with me.β He says.
βWhat? No.β you laugh, shaking your head and moving to leave before he plants his hands on your hips and pulls you back to face him.
βJuts for first period,β he begs. βThey wonβt even miss us.β He bargains.
You look at his pleading expression and faux quivering lip and sigh, relenting with a small nod, βOnly first period.β You tell him, raising your eyebrow in warning.
Steve lifts his hand as if swearing solemnly before pecking you quickly on the nose and tugging you towards the menβs bathroom at the end of the hall.
You giggle softly, turning back to make sure you wonβt get caught before youβre pulled into the bathroom and placed onto the sink. Itβs the cleanest youβve ever seen it, but you donβt have high hopes considering itβs Monday morning, by the end of today youβre more than well aware of the state it will inevitably succumb to.
βMmm, hiya baby.β Steve croons teasingly, making his way in between your legs to press an achingly sweet kiss to your smiling lips as he winds his arms around you. Your teeth clack with his softly as you both smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around one another.
Steve grows impatient quickly, deepening the kiss without further warning as he tilts his head to prod softly at your bottom lip with his tongue.
You let out a breathy noise as he licks into your mouth, tilting your head further back and pulling him into you as your hands tangle into his hair. He groans at the feeling of your nails scratching softly at his scalp as tangles his tongue with yours.
Your head starts to feel fuzzy and bright as you continue to make out with Steve, detaching your lips from his only to trail soft, wet kisses past his jaw and to his neck as you suckle softly on his skin.
You inhale his cologne, muffling your own moans as you bite softly at his neck causing him to thrust his hips forward in reckless abandon. He grunts, tightening his arms around your waist as he lets you mark him.
You lick softly over the reddened skin when you pull back to admire your work and watch as Steve examines the hickeys and love bites in the mirror behind you.
βYouβre so lucky my jacket will cover those up,β he grumbles leaning back in to kiss you.
βYou love it,β you pant, already opening your mouth and pulling him in as you moan softly into his mouth. His groans are muffled into your mouth as he pulls you closer to the edge of the sink so that your cores grind against one another as you make out.
You can feel the hard outline of his cock meeting your panties under your skirt and you jerk against it as Steve dominates your mouth through your kiss. He trails his own kisses down your jaw to the area behind your ear to bite at softly and suck as he grinds into you.
βSteve,β you whine softly, tilting your head to the side as your legs spread wider to accommodate him.
βI know,β he mumbles into your skin, pushing and pulling you towards his cock as you both hump at one another like bunnies in heat.
βI needββ you gasp, clenching your hands into his letterman jacket as you feel yourself start to grow wetter.
βFeels good?β he says lowly. βYeah? Yeah I know it does baby.β He coos condescendingly as you continue to whimper as he grinds you against him.
Heβs panting into your neck and grinding slowly as you feel your core clench, gasping and moaning lowly.
βGo on baby, cum for me,β Steve mumbles, thrusts going jerky as his cock twitches in the confines of his jeans.
He pulls back to lean his forehead against your own as your orgasm crashes over you, your eyes rolling back into your head slowly as you cum in your pants.
Steve pants and growls as you cum against him before he stills, groaning lowly as he spills into his own boxers with a shaky sigh.
heat + camp counselor steve and reader AAAAA your writing is amazing everytimeπππβ¨οΈπ
thank you sweet angel <3333 here's a very ~loose~ interpretation of the prompt lol
prompt #4. heat
pairing: camp counselor!steve x camp counselor!reader (an absolute classic)
warnings: mdni/18+, this is my first time writing kinda smut in a minute so i hope it doesn't suck! drinking, mention of virginity loss, talks of edging and fingering, dirty talk? kinda?, afab reader, a little bit of grinding, sub!steve if you squint, not proofread sry
word count: 1.3k
spring + summer prompts are closed for now since i currently have a bunch to catch up on!!
After another long day spent entertaining second graders, bouncing between swim lessons at the lake and the mess hall, then arts and crafts, then organized sports, then back to the lake for free swim, then showers and dinner and s'mores by the campfire and lights out and making sure your group of girls were all asleep by curfew βΒ well, it's truly a miracle that you actually made it to Steve's cabin.
He'd asked you to come by earlier that day, when you were zoning out and mindlessly nibbling on a bagel topped with cream cheese and jelly β your favorite. When you asked what the occasion was, his lips caught the shell of your ear, and you thought you were going to slide underneath the wooden table just from the sudden close contact.
"Eddie managed to smuggle in some beers. Thought it'd be nice to decompress after a few weeks of all of... this."
You had swallowed harshly and sent him a curt nod, to which he smiled at.
"So, 9? After curfew?"
So of course, after taking your own shower and scrubbing the scent of camp and sweat off your body, you were at Steve's cabin door at 9 p.m. on the dot.
Steve's... flirty. You don't know if he's flirty with all the counselors, because you honestly don't spend much time outside your tiny bubble of second grade girls. When you do socialize with the other counselors your age, it's either with Steve one-on-one, or in a group setting with Eddie and Robin, both of which are Steve's friends from home.
You don't mind the flirting. Not at all. You like it, really β you like it a lot, if you're being truthful. You just don't know what to make of it.
And you especially don't know what to make of you and Steve sitting crosslegged in the middle of his cabin, each with a can of beer perched in front of the other, while you exchange dirty stories because you're a bit too buzzed to feel embarrassed about it right now.
Steve's just finished recounting the time he lost his virginity β he was 15, it was after a high school dance, he came within 5 minutes of being inside her β and you're wiping tears away from the creases of your eyes, laughter still bubbling away at your mouth.
"Yeah, yeah," Steve rolls his eyes. He finishes off his beer and crushes the can, then leans over to grab another one. You blink as you watch his shirt ride up slightly, revealing a sliver of his stomach. Clearing your throat, you occupy yourself with your own drink. "Alright, your turn. Hit me with something good."
"I honestly think I've run out of embarrassing sex stories, Harrington. A girl can only have so many."
"Bullshit," he mocks, cracking the new can open, "Fine. Tell me a hot one then."
Your stomach flips, but you try to keep cool.
"A hot one?"
"Yeah, a hot one," Steve echos as he sets his beer down in front of him. "Or do you not have any of those, either?"
"I have hot sex stories. I just... I don't know which one to tell you."
You're not lying. Just like any other sexually active person, you've had your fair share of lackluster hookups, and you've also had some really, really good ones, too. Ones that you refer back to when you need something to get off to and your hands are helplessly wandering your body.
Steve thinks for a moment, and you suddenly feel self-conscious beneath his slightly squinted gaze. You wonder if he's analyzing you, but you don't have much more time to contemplate his actions before his lips are moving again.
"Tell me about a time you hooked up with someone and it was hot for you, not just for them."
Your throat bobs with a swallow. A memory immediately floats to mind. Steve knows instantly and he smirks, waiting for you to begin.
Shuffling onto your knees, you sit back on your ankles, and you feel Steve's eyes glued to you. You take a deep breath, finish off your beer, and toss the empty can to him.
"Atta girl." he grins.
"A few summers ago, there was this guy I hooked up with at a party. I thought it was gonna be, like... I don't know, a chill, normal thing, I wasn't really looking for anything, we just ended up talking and had a connection and we made out and he asked if I wanted to find a bedroom andβ yeah, whatever, the details don't matter," you sigh, wringing your hands together nervously in your lap. You peer up at Steve, who doesn't say a word, so you continue. "Anyway... he, um. He taught me about edging. And we did that for, like... hours."
Steve's eyebrows shoot up his forehead. "Hours?"
You nod.
"Just you? Or him too?"
"I mean, he was only edging me, but he didn't come the entire time either."
"At all?"
You shake your head, "No, we both came at the end, but it had been... I don't know, I think it was maybe 3 a.m. when we finished."
Steve whistles lowly. Your face warms.
"So what'd he do?" he asks, leaning back on his elbows. "Why was it so hot for you?"
You think for a moment. You've never really considered it β you've only just regarded it as one of the sexier nights of your life.
"I think I liked that he was in control of my orgasm," you eventually reply, nibbling on your bottom lip. You tilt your head, trying to ignore the incessant throbbing at your core. "He talked to me a lot. Praised me. Told me I was good for letting him play with me for so long."
Steve swallows thickly. "And how did he?"
"Hm?" You ask, feeling your pussy pulsate beneath your sweatshorts. "How did he what?"
"How did he play with you?"
In the back of your hazy, lust drunk mind, you're aware enough to know that this is the crossing point βΒ the one that declares you and Steve as no longer platonic, flirty friends. You're not sure where it puts you two, but you're horny and tipsy enough not to care.
"I told him what I like," you breathe, and Steve's head ducks back, revealing the long column of his throat. "I like... small, tight circles on my clit. Two fingers inside of me, pushing up and grinding against my g-spot. And when I wanna come, I like them both."
"Fuck," Steve groans. You watch as his hand comes down to slowly palm at the erection straining in his shorts, and you lick your lips. His eyes flutter shut when he squeezes himself, and he's so lost in the feeling of relieving some of his tension that he doesn't even hear you as you crawl over the creaky wooden floors.
His eyelids only part when you gently slide over top his thighs, dragging your ass against the most sensitive and desperate part of him. The groan that falls from his mouth makes you shudder.
"I want you to make me come like that," you murmur, eyes locked on his. Steve's hands find your hips, intent on keeping you in your spot, almost as if he'll die if you move. "Can you do that?"
"I'll fucking do anything you want." he says, and it's only then that he's flipping you over onto your back with the hidden motive of replacing your memory of the hottest night of your life.
