Steve spent most days awkwardly flirting with any one that came into scoops ahoy, dropping their change and startling them by being too loud. That and Robin's new input on his love life was making him crazy. And needy for affection. He was pretty sure he was fourteen all over again, it was always too hot and he got flustered way to easily.
You'd enjoyed watching Robin tourture him, their bickering was the perfect summer entertainment. Plus Steve blushing and getting frustrated wasn't a bad sight. It was nice after dealing with his 'King Steve' era. It was still shocking how no one wanted him that summer. He'd lean on the counter, keeping his arms in their sight, take of his hat and let his newly highlighted hair fall over his face. And he was still Steve, just a little more himself then he was in high-school.
He was flirting with any one at this point, it seemed he no longer had a type and maybe never had one before. He even tried it on with you, just once. His pleading eyes were almost convincing but Steve could last a little longer without having sex. He was dramatic about it though, he faked pain that you turned down his whole friend helping out another friend thing and acted like he was getting migraines from the pent up stress.
"Steve?" You touched his arm to get his attention and he almost jumped into the wall. You raised your concerns, you didn't want him returning to his king Steve self just because his peers had lost interest in him for the first time in his life.
"It's like, the touch you known. It's about the sex obviously but it's about the physical contact too." He looked like a kicked puppy when he told you that. Steve’s way of showing affection was through physical touch.
"I'm sure someone will walk in and think, wow would you look at that hat." Steve started to laugh. "I've just gotta have him." The hat was starting to grow on you so you imagined someone would find it hot. Steve's hand found your knee and that wasn't strange, that was just Steve.
"What about you?" His voice had quitened. You hadn't been looking you suppose. No one really caught your eye and you were far to busy watching Steve and Robin bicker for much else. So you shrugged and Steve shook his head. "I mean why doesn't anyone want us. Sitting in the backroom of an ice cream shop taking about our feelings, we're total catches."
For some reason that day had shifted something. You felt bad for Steve you truly did and you wanted to make him feel better. "People want you." He'd told you, in fact he insisted people had come in just to see you sitting on the counter. So one knee touch turned into Steve's hand working you through your climax. And what kind of friend would you be if you didn't return the favour.
Steve had just finished decorating his classroom in the heat of summer. After hours of moving desks, hanging inspirational posters, cleaning and organizing books, pens and pencils, he was so sweaty. He thought he was all alone, so he took of his shirt and that’s when he heard it. A whistle from the doorway. Steve’s tried to tug his shirt back on in record time, incase it was the principal. “Munson,” he grumbled when he realized it was Eddie.
Synopsis: There really isn’t one. Like, zero plot. Steve likes his hair pulled and likes to be bitten. That’s all you need to know <3
Word Count: 903
*Author’s Note* I haven't written smut in literal ages, so plz be gentle. Hope you enjoy :)
It was so hard for you to concentrate on your project when Steve was just sprawled out on his bed. Sweaty, and looking so sinfully gorgeous. It was in the dead of summer and his air conditioner was broken. He wouldn't be able to get it fixed until tomorrow. So you were just mindlessly scribbling on your paper as you watched beads of sweat trail down his neck.
"I'm going to get some more iced water. I'm roasting alive up here. You want something while I'm downstairs?"
"Yeah, get me an iced tea, would you?"
You flashed him a smile and hurried downstairs. It was beyond difficult to focus on your work. As you stood by the sink, you splashed your face with cold water. Hoping that it would somehow rinse away your sinful thoughts. Though it did very little to help.
Soon enough, you were back upstairs with both of your drinks in hand. And he sure was a sight to behold. He has stripped his shirt off. Presumably because he was too hot. You caught him just in time to see him stretch his hands over his head and curve his back, making the sweat run faster down his backside. You could watch him all damn day doing that.
"Here's your drink." You said as you handed him the perspiring glass.
The warm house made the glass perspire faster than usual, causing some droplets of water to fall over his arm and chest. He hastily chugged the glass of iced tea and then set it to the side, flopping on the bed, belly down.
"Ugh, I wish it wasn't so fucking hot. I'm sweating like a pig."
You swirled your water around as you listened to his words. An idea popped into your head.
"I can help cool you off, if you'd like."
He shrugged "Go for it."
You took an ice cube out of your glass and pressed it to his lower back, slowly running it up his body and to his neck. He moaned in satisfaction at the sensation. You sat your glass down on his nightstand as you straddled his lower back.
"God, don't stop. That feels so nice."
Your lips curled into a smile at his words. You continued running the ice cube up and down his back, eventually going up to his neck again and letting the ice cube linger there. Allowing the cold cube to draw circles on his neck as the ice was quickly melting and dripping down him. You grabbed his hair and pulled it out of the way as you rubbed the ice cube on him until it fully melted. His brunette locks were practically begging you to give them a tug. It was a call you couldn't resist. So, you tangled your fingers in his hair and gave it a light pull.
Steve let out a soft whimper at your action. God, how you loved hearing all of his sweet little sounds.
"Oops, looks like I got your neck all wet. Let me get that for you."
You leaned forward and pressed your tongue to his neck. The coolness from the water and the saltiness of his skin on your tongue was intoxicating. Your tongue followed the trail of water all the way up his neck and stopped just below his jawline. You gently nibbled at his skin as he let out sweet little whimpers of pleasure. The noises he was making drove you wild. Needing more of it, you bit down even harder on him.
Your fingers tightened their grip in his hair and you tugged back with more force, exposing his neck even more to you. The breathy moans that fell from his lips was music to your ears. His beautiful noises brought even an angelic chorus to shame.
Tears started to form in his eyes from the sheer pleasure of it all. His hips were grinding against the sheets. He wanted more. And who were you to deny him his bliss?
So, you tugged on his hair with such force, eliciting even more beautiful noises from him. His hips started grinding harder against the sheets at your actions.
"P-please. D-dont stop." He pleaded wantonly.
You wondered if he could get off like this. Because this was heavenly.
Your hips started to roll against his back in tandem with his as you peppered bites all along his neck. Your teeth took in a bit of skin, and pulled it back slightly. Like you were a hungry animal getting your first meal in years.
His breathing became hard and heavy, and he started squirming beneath you as his back arched. God, he wanted more and more. His body was practically begging for it. Your combination of hard bites and soft kitten licks were sending him on a journey of pure bliss.
With one final roll of your hips and sharp tug to his hair, he let out a high pitched whimper as his body seized up. After a bit, his hips started to slow down a little. Then eventually stopping altogether. You released your fingers from his hair and removed your teeth from his neck, rolling off of him and to the side.
"You feeling okay, babe?" You asked, just checking that he was okay, given you were pretty rough with him that time.
He scooted closer to you and rested his head in your chest.
