Sativa
Summary: You and Steve had been secretly hooking up for a while. When you see him looking too good at a party, you decide to invite him for a little smoke sesh.
Warnings: Smut
Listen while reading: Sativa by Jhene aiko
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“I’m going to find Jonathan!” Nancy yelled to you, trying to make sure you could hear over the loud bass and even louder drunken idiots surrounding you.
You nodded and gave her smile, watching her disappear into the crowd. Grabbing another drink from the bowl of.. well, you’re not exactly sure what it was but it was strong and left the perfect warmth in your stomach, you let your eyes scan over the crowd.
It was the weekend and, of course, you and Nancy had to go out. You’d ended up at your go-to frat, the one with the best drinks and the hottest guys.
Nancy, unfortunately, was locked down with Jonathan at the moment, so you knew she wouldn’t be as much fun, but you didn’t mind.
You had your own plans.
Your eyes finally land on the one you’d been searching for.
Steve Harrington stands there, looking as beautiful as ever. He was dressed in his favorite jeans, the dark wash denim that hugged his ass perfectly, and a plain black t-shirt with his iconic jean jacket.
You knew he’d be here, hell, he was the frat president, of course he’d be here. You’d dressed in your tightest jeans, the ones that made your ass look good, and a top that pushed your boobs up just the right amount. You’d never admit you dressed up for Steve, but deep down you know you did.
You took a big chug of your drink, watching him over the cup. He was flirting with some cute redhead. He leaned down so she could whisper something in his ear that made him smirk.
You’d been seeing Steve for a couple weeks, but you also knew he was fucking other girls, just like you were fucking other guys.
But you knew Steve had a sweet spot for you. The only girl who could truly match his freak. You weren’t jealous at all, you watched him flirt with a smirk on your face. Watched his hands trail down to grab the girls waist and pull her closer. Then, like he felt you watching, his eyes lift to meet yours over the girls head.
You stood casually, smirk still planted on your face as you held the eye contact. His own smirk began to form and he leaned his head down to kiss the girls neck.
But his eyes never left yours.
This was your favorite game.
You pour one more drink, chugging it down before making your way to the dance floor, where Steve was currently pressing his chest against the back of the redhead, holding her hips as she swayed to the music.
You grabbed the nearest man you could find, pressing your ass on him as you shut your eyes and let the music and alcohol pulse through your veins. The guy immediately got the hint and grabbed your hips, swaying with you.
When your eyes opened, they naturally gravitated towards Steve, who had stopped dancing and stood completely. He was frozen watching you while the girl continued to dance on him, completely oblivious. You saw how tense his jaw was and the jealousy swirling in his eyes.
God, he was so easy.
A bright smile crosses your face, which only makes his jaw clench more. You lean your head back to whisper in the man’s ear, all while keeping eye contact with Steve, “You got any weed.”
“For you? Of course, sugar.” He pulls a joint from his pocket holding it in front of you. You snatch it with a smile, turning to give him a kiss on the cheek and then sauntering off towards the stairs.
You didn’t have to look back to know Steve was right behind you.
Even in your drunken state, you knew exactly where you were going. Up the stairs, to the left and all the way down the hall to the door at the very end.
Walking through the threshold of the door, you left it open, hearing quick footsteps following behind as you plopped yourself on the twin bed.
Once the door clicked shut, you looked up. Steve was still facing the door, hand pressed against it and head hung low.
“Stevie?” You giggle, “You feeling worked up?”
He turned to look at you and you could immediately tell he was angry, even more than usual. Perhaps you had went too far, but you knew that just made this all the more fun.
“You feeling like a slut?” He shot back. He was so easy to rile up.
“Actually, yeah.” Your easy smile gets him all the more angry, you were the only girl who could get under his skin like this.
“Grinding on fucking Eddie Munson. For what, just to get my attention?” Oh, that was why he was so upset.
In your drunken and Steve-filled haze, you hadn’t even realized who you were grinding on. Eddie and you had hooked up freshman year a couple times, he was a very tentative lover, but he could never fuck like Steve.
Steve knew about this, which is why he was extra angry. Eddie, his best friend, rekindling with his old freshman flame that Steve was now fucking. Oh, Steve was about to burst a blood vessel.
“Actually…” You reached into your cleavage to pull out the perfectly wrapped joint Eddie had given you, “For this.”
He rolls his eyes, “Prostitution for drugs? Real classy.” He speaks, and you know he’s joking, but his hard face doesn’t falter.
“I think you need to relax, Stevie. C’mere, I can help.” You smile sweetly, you watch his shoulders sag a little, some of the tension leaving his body as he makes his way over to you. His face is still stone cold, though.
“I think you need to stop being such a slut at all these parties. It’s a real turn off when you grind on every frat guy you can find.” He stands in front of where you’re seated in the bed, gripping you harshly by your chin to make you look up at him.
“I think it turns you on.” You murmur, letting your hand trail up his thigh, “Knowing all these guys want me, but only you can fuck me how I need it.”
His eyes shut at your words, head falling back as he lets out a deep groan.
“What about that little redhead? Not pretty enough?” You ask, a twinge of jealousy sitting at the pit of your stomach that you’d been pushing down all night.
“No one is as pretty as my girl.” The softness in his voice startles you, but also makes your thighs clench. He obviously notices, and his evil smirk comes back on his face.
Before he can open his mouth to tease you, you stand up, turning him and pushing him to sit on the bed now. You reach into his bedside table and find a lighter, lighting the joint with ease and inhaling deeply.
You hold the smoke in your throat, crawling onto Steve lap and bringing your thumb to his chin to open his mouth. He immediately responds, hands on your waist, pulling you closer while he leans in with lips parted. You let your lips part and watch Steve take all your leftover smoke into his mouth before pressing his plump lips to yours.
You moan into Steve’s mouth, tasting the alcohol and smoke on his tongue, your eyes watering as the smoke tickles the back of your throat and sends warmth throughout your whole body.
Steve’s lips begin to trail down your neck, marking you like he always does. You bring the joint to your mouth, taking another drag and whimpering when Steve begins to rock your hips against his jeans, “S-steve..”
“Yeah, baby?” He replies breathlessly, continuing to slowly rock you back and forth over his clothed cock.
The joint is beginning to hit you, you feel yourself getting lightheaded and smiley. The mix of your high and Steve’s slow grinding is making you throb and clench around nothing. “I need you. S-so bad.”
“Should’ve thought about that before you grinded all over Eddie.” He speaks cruelly in your ear before stopping his movements completely, taking his hands and lips off you.
You whine at the loss, beginning to rock yourself against him on your own, causing him to laugh at your desperation.
“Aww.. is my baby so desperate for Stevie’s dick? All high and needy.” His words snap you back to reality and you open your eyes to meet his dark ones, dancing with mischief and power.
But you know who really has the power.
You stop your grinding, standing up and taking another hit of the joint as you begin to walk towards the door.
“W-wait, where are you going?” Steve immediately stands up, confusion and disappointment written all over this face.
You giggle at him, the weed making everything seem so much funnier to you, “Going to find Eddie, obvi. If you’re not going to take care of my problem, I know who will.”
“No, no, no baby. I’ll take care of you. Such good care of you, don’t go. Please, need you so bad.” He pleads grabbing you by your arm and pulling you into him so he can bury his face in your neck.
You use your free hand to grab his hair and pull him away from your neck, making him whine at the feeling of his hair being tugged. He meets your eyes, his glassy from alcohol and probably some of the weed. His lips were swollen and he looked so fucking desperate. You bring your joint to his lips and watch him take a hit. When he breathes out, you attach your lips to his, hungry and harsh.
He whines into your mouth, grabbing under your thighs and lifting you up, carrying you to the bed and throwing you down. He quickly slides off your jeans, kissing down your stomach and thighs as he does so.
Your high makes everything feel so much more intense, with the joint not even have done, burning in your hand, you reach your free hand down to tug his hair again. “Steve, please..”
Your whining makes him smirk, “Want my mouth, pretty girl?”
“Y-yes, Stevie, need it so bad.”
“Only for you, baby.” He slides your panties off, spreading your legs and looking at your pretty, leaking pussy. “Fuck, all for me babe?” You immediately nod, the mix of weed and alcohol leaving no room for shame, “Gonna make you feel so good, better than anyone else can.”
His mouth attaches to you and the whine that leaves you is uncontrollably loud, you’re thankful the music is still blasting downstairs. Steve leaves open mouthed kisses on your core, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking harshly. Your hips jerk up and he presses both his palms flat on your stomach to hold you down. “So sensitive baby..” He murmurs in awe, lips glistening with your arousal, “Gotta calm down, you can’t cum until I’m all done tasting you.”
His words make you whine louder, your hips trying to buck up to get away, the pleasure of his tongue too much for your poor pussy. The joint is still hanging between your fingertips and Steve notices it, his eyes sparkling with an idea.
You’re too focused on his mouth to even realize his hand snaked up to pluck the joint from you. He pulls back and you whine in protest, lifting your head to look down at him with your red droopy eyes and parted lips.
“Shh, I know baby. Relax, Stevie’s gonna make you feel so good.” His brown eyes are sparkling with want as he looks up at you with his shiny chin and his wet lips wrap around the joint, taking a long drag.
Then, he blows the smoke right on your clit, “O-ohh f-fuck Stevie!” Your high pitched moan bounces off the walls and at this point you’re sure you must be louder than the party downstairs.
Your hips twitch uncontrollably and he takes another drag, this time attaching to your clit with the smoke still swirling in his mouth.
The mix of his wet tongue and the warm smoke hitting your clit sends you over the edge. You see stars, head falling back against the pillow while your hips buck wildly, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure while moaning Steve’s name over and over like a prayer.
Steve doesn’t relent though, holding your hips firmly against the bed, probably leaving bruises in the wake. You start pulling at his hair to get him off, “S-stevie, s’too much.” Your eyes are prickling with tears at this point, and after one final tug, he finally lets off.
The sight of him almost makes you cum again, his lips and chin soaked in your arousal, lips plump and swollen and his big beautiful eyes shining up at you.
“You still want to find Eddie?” He asks.
You laugh breathlessly at his words, “Just get up here and fuck me, Harrington.”
