MORNING WALK
⋆˚࿔ you and steve sneak off into the woods while everyone’s still asleep
word count: 2.0k
cw: mdni, groping, brief fingering, unprotected sex, reader gets folded like an omelet, cum play (?), overstimulation, steve’s kind of a cornball and he talks you thru it
You’d agreed on it last night — nothing obvious, nothing anyone could overhear. Just a quiet, ‘Tomorrow. Early. Same spot.’ as he quickly walked past you. Simple as that.
Steve leans against a tree when you find him, arms crossed, green sweatshirt thrown over a white tee, hair still sleep-ruffled. He looks up at the sound of you approaching, and something shifts in his expression. He seemed relieved, as if you’ve never shown up to see him.
“There you are,” he says, a small smile biting at the corners of his mouth.
“I said I’d come,” you reply as you stand next to him, casually observing the pink and orange hues in the sky.
The camp is silent behind you. No cabin doors slamming, no whistles; just birds and the distant creak of the flagpole rope in the breeze.
Steve eventually shifts his weight and glances down the narrow trail winding deeper into the woods. After a moment, he starts walking.
You fall in beside him a second later.
For a few steps there’s only the soft crunch of pine needles under your shoes before he finally speaks.
“You ready for that relay race today?” he asks looking over his shoulder, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants.
You glance back at him, shrugging one shoulder. “Oh boy, am I,” your words were dry, making Steve smile at your faux enthusiasm. “My girls are gonna wipe the floor with your cubs, though,” you add casually with a smile.
Steve slows to a stop beside you.
You take another step before noticing and turn back to him. He’s standing there with one eyebrow raised, a small, disbelieving smile tugging at his mouth.
“Wow,” he says, shaking his head a little. “Okay.”
“Oh, come on,” you say, lifting your hands slightly. “You know someone’s gotta come in second…..or third. Maybe fourth.” Steve scoffs under his breath, starting forward again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he mutters, waving a hand like he’s brushing the whole thing off. “Keep talking. We’ll see what happens,”
“I know exactly what’ll happen,” you say maybe a little too confidently.
“The Cottontails come in first, of course,” you begin, counting on your fingers as you walk. “beating everyone including the Ducks, the Chipmunks, and especially your scrappy cubs”
Steve lets out a quiet, skeptical laugh under his breath. “You believe that?”
“Absolutely.”
He studies you for a second like he’s deciding something, then gestures vaguely down the trail ahead.
“Alright,” he says. “Little test run, first one to that sign wins, GO!”
Before you can even ask what he means, he takes off.
It takes you a second to realize he’s serious before you break into a run after him, laughing under your breath as the quiet woods suddenly fill with the sound of both of you crashing through tall grass and crunchy leaves.
Steve’s a few strides ahead, glancing behind him just long enough to make sure you’re actually chasing him.
You push harder, trying to close the distance, when suddenly he stumbles. Hard.
Steve goes down in a tangle of limbs, clutching at his leg with a sharp hiss.
Your pace drops immediately. “Steve?” You rush the last few steps toward him, breath still uneven from the run. “Are you okay?”
He’s hunched forward, hand gripping his calf, face twisted like it actually hurts.
You crouch beside him without thinking. “What happened? Did you pull something?”
The second you reach for his arm, he lunges forward, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you straight down with him. You barely get out a surprised sound before you’re both hitting the ground in a mess of laughter and leaves.
“You- !” you start, half shocked, half laughing.
“Too easy,” he says triumphantly, already grinning.
You shove at his shoulders, trying to escape, but he just follows your movement, fingers finding your ribs. Bits and pieces of nature stick to your clothes, the quiet morning suddenly full of the sound of both of you laughing like hyenas in the dirt. “That’s cheating!”
“Nope, just strategy,” he argues between laughs, still holding you in place.
Steve’s still hovering over you when the laughter starts fading, both of you catching your breath. The woods settle back into their quiet around you, the moment stretching in a different kind of silence now.
You realize how close he really is. Closer than he probably meant to be.
Your smile lingers, but softer now, and Steve’s eyes flick between yours and your mouth like he’s debating something before finally leaning down.
The kiss starts easy, almost careful, as if he’s giving you time to pull away — but when you don’t, it deepens, just as warm as the humid air surrounding you.
Something shifts between you and his mouth grows hungrier, more insistent against yours.
Your hands slide up into his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands before giving a gentle tug. Steve breathes out against your mouth, the sound quiet and a little shaky.
He shifts closer, one hand bracing beside your side as his lips leave yours. The warmth of them trails along your jaw, then down the side of your neck. You tilt your head slightly to give him room, fingers still curled loosely in his hair while the early morning air moves softly through the trees around you.
Steve moves like he knows exactly how to get you wanting more, making your head dissolve into a fuzzy mess of fog. All you could feel was the way his fingertips press into your hipbones with an urgency that makes your heart skip a beat, and all that plagues your mind is Steve,Steve,Steve,Steve.
He drifts lower, his forehead brushing your chest as he kisses down your body.
“I never get this much time with you,” he murmurs, voice soft against your skin.
His hands slide to the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal your tits. The light breeze brushes across your sticky skin, but it doesn’t last long before he leans down again.
His lips press little pecks above your navel before his tongue drags a wet stripe up your stomach, past the center of your chest, and finally finding your mouth again.
His knee presses firmly against your center, the pressure pulling a needy sound from you as he licks into your mouth. He grabs one of your tits and begins to greedily knead it with his big hand, occasionally tweaking at your hardened nipple. You grind down without really thinking about it, chasing the steady friction there.
Steve pulls back just enough to catch your lower lip between his teeth, biting down lightly before letting it slip free.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs softly before attaching himself to your throat again. “You know I’ll give it to you,”
“Just need you, ” you whine breathlessly.
That’s all the encouragement he needs. Steve’s hand slips to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down your legs in a quick, impatient motion before tossing them aside. His lips graze your jaw as he works his hand between your legs.
He drags his fingers teasingly up your folds, and a low groan rumbles in his chest when he feels the slick mess you made. He slowly pushes a single finger into your hole, feeling you clench around the intrusion.
His finger moves lazily, testing your reactions while he watches your face, clearly pleased with himself.
“Look at that,” he mutters, grinning in disbelief. “She’s always ready for me, isn’t she?”
“Need more,” you breath out, your hips rocking up to meet Steve's teasing digit. “Come on Steve,”
“I know, sweet girl,” he replies, his voice a low, soothing rumble.
He shifts back slightly, sitting on his heels as his hands move to the waistband of his sweatpants. Hooking his thumbs inside, he tugs them down along with his boxers, freeing his hard cock.
He positions himself, his fat tip nudging against your entrance and with a deep, guttural groan, he pushes forward, slowly sinking into your needy cunt.
A hiss escaped your lips as Steve's thick cock stretches you open, filling you completely in one deep thrust. Your back arches off the dirt ground, fingers digging into his shoulders as you adjust to the sudden fullness. He starts a steady rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a deep, unrelenting pace.
“Wish I could have you like this whenever I want,” His voice took on a whiny, almost desperate edge as he speaks between labored breaths
“So fucking pretty, so perfect,” he mewls, pushing your knees up to your chest, nearly bending you in half as he looms over you. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with desperation as he drives into you with increasing fervor.
He kisses you like a man starved, pouring all his pent-up hunger into the kiss. His hips never falter in their unyielding movements, snapping forward again and again as loses himself in the way your body welcomes him.
“You’re close, I can feel you- oh,” he pants, his voice getting caught in his throat. His hand slides down to rub tight circles over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.
You cry out, your body tensing and shaking as your orgasm crashes through you. Your inner walls clench and flutter wildly around his pistoning cock, gripping him tightly as you come undone.
At the last second, he pulls out, pumping his cock with a tight fist and stroking himself to completion. He cums hard, thick ropes of hot seed erupting from his cock as he aims directly at your swollen pussy, watching in satisfaction as it twitches and pulses at the contact.
Steve stuffs himself back into his pants and leans down, rubbing your sensitive clit with his thumb, smearing his own release into your slick folds.
He leans in to press a sweet, tender kiss to the inside of your thigh and another right onto the overworked little bud. “Just one more for me, I know you got another” he purrs.
He watches your face intently, gauging your reaction as you twitch and jump beneath his touch. “I know, it’s okay, you got it,” His other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek, tracing the curve of your lower lip.
Your body trembles vigorously, a second intense orgasm ripping through you as Steve works at your little bundle of nerves.
Steve watches, enraptured, as come down from your high. A satisfied smirk tugs at his lips as he lunges forward, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He places quick kisses along the column of your throat, making you giggle and squirm beneath him.
He helps you stand up, your legs still a little unsteady as you start straightening yourself out. Old blades of grass cling to your clothes, your hair slightly mussed, but there’s no time to fix it perfectly.
Steve brushes his hands over your shoulders like he’s trying to smooth things out, then glances toward the trail.
“We should probably- ” he starts.
“Yeah,” you cut in, already pulling your shirt back into place.
There’s a beat.
He leans in again — quick this time, and presses one last kiss to the corner of your mouth. It was softer than before and it made your chest curl with warmth.
When you finally make your way back down the trail, the camp is only just beginning to stir. A door creaks somewhere in the distance, a voice calls out sleepily.
At the fork in the path, you split without a word; he goes towards the Bear Cubs’ cabin, and you head to the Cottontails.
By the time breakfast rolls around in the dining hall, it’s all noise and chatter again. Kids dragging their feet, fists flying down on the old tables.
And somewhere between passing trays and morning announcements, you catch his eye, just for a second.
Then again. Then again.
