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lover’s lake

a/n: this is actually based off of a post but i cannot find it for the life of me 😭 also the ending SUCKS hard i’m so sorry

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, unprotected sex, fingering, cursing, a bit of sub!steve if you squint hard enough

summary: car sex with steve at lover’s lake. that’s it <3

“Lover’s Lake?”

“What’s wrong with Lover’s Lake?” Steve asked, quirking his eyebrows at you.

“Nothing! I-“ but he cut you off before you could finish.

“Come on, babe, it’s romantic!” Steve chuckled, pulling the car into the clearing in front of the body of water.

“Steve,” you scoffed, “Lover’s Lake is not romantic,” you glared at him now, “bet you’ve brought all your girlfriends here!”

“What- No!” the boy was flushed, face hot and voice squeaking, “I haven’t, baby, promise.”

You rolled your eyes giggling at him and his rambling. You feigned annoyance, arms crossed and eyes staring out at the water before you.

Despite the reputation that came with it, Lover’s Lake was beautiful at night. The reflection of the moon and stars in the clear night sky skittered across the lake. The air cool and serene, the lake still and tranquil.

“I thought we could stargaze on the hood and cuddle,” Steve’s hand came to rub at the back of his neck, “I’ll turn around if you want.”

Your gaze softened at that, you turned to face him, eyes greeted with the slight pout he wore on his lips, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

“No,” voice soft and quiet, a whisper above the radio, “let’s stay. I wanna stay, Stevie.”

He swiveled in his seat to turn to you now, leaning across the centre console, “Yeah?” he asked.

You met him half way, a twinkle in your eye, a smirk on his lips, “Yeah.” you replied, closing the gap between you.

The tip of his nose brushed along the slope of your own, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss. You sighed into the kiss, the sweet taste of the milkshake you shared at the diner lingered, the smell of his cologne, mint and cedar and Steve consuming you.

Your hand rested on his thigh, the rough of his denim beneath the pads of your fingers. Steve’s fingers came to trace featherlight down the side of your face, thumb brushing across your cheek so he could deepen the kiss.

And you let him. Tongue swiping over your bottom lip, swirling with your own. You pawed at his chest, desperate, needy, fisting his polo to bring him closer to you.

Steve chuckled, only breaking this kiss to speak, “Whaddya want, baby, hm?” fingers brushing your hair from your face, nose skirting along your jaw.

Steve was addicting. Like nothing you had ever known before. It was infatuating. You longed to have him on you in any way, his touch warm and lips electrifying. Your mind raced with Steve Steve Steve.

Would you call fucking in the backseat at Lover’s Lake a total cliche? Absolutely. But were you about to deny yourself the feeling of being wrapped around the boy across from you? Definitely not.

And so you answered, “You, Steve,” you breathed as he buried himself in the soft skin of your neck, a kiss, a nip, “want you.”

He hummed against your neck, lips pressing soft kisses to your collarbone, “Backseat?” he asked.

You nodded in response as he tore himself away from you, a tangle of limbs as he clambered into the back of the infamous BMW.

“C’mere,” Steve cooed, arms outstretched for you to join him.

And so you followed, landing in his lap. Thighs either side of his own and the feeling of his jeans under your lace covered core made you so glad you decided to wear a skirt tonight.

Steve arms circled your waist, caging you to him. A little squeeze, a little pull that encouraged you to roll your hips over his own, a gasp leaving your lips at the sensation. You cupped his cheeks now, fingers delving into his wild hair, pressing your lips back him.

The kiss was as needy as you felt, as messy and sloppy as the movements of your hips. Tongues melding together, spit mixing as you licked into each other. The boy beneath you groaned as you took his bottom lip between your teeth, a gentle pull.

Your hips never faltered, a whimper falling from your lips as the seam of Steve’s jeans brushed over your clit just right. The coil in your stomach tightening as his hands toyed with your tits over the thin cotton of your shirt, nipples stiff and waiting.

“Steve,” you whined, as he mouthed at your right bud over the material. Fingertips skirting underneath, his touch hot and burning into your skin. You stilled for a moment to remove the barrier between Steve’s lips and your skin, throwing it to the floor.

“Shit,” he moaned lowly, hands held around your ribs, thumbs smoothing under the skin below your breasts.

“You too,” you hushed, hands pulling at the hem of his shirt. Steve chuckled but did as you said, throwing his polo to the floor to join yours.

“Love this skirt on you baby, so fuckin’ pretty,” hunger evident in Steve’s voice, a low rasp that went straight to your pussy. His hands dipped underneath the pleats to find the flesh of your ass, rough palm delivering a delicate smack that sounded throughout the car.

You mewled above him, cheeks flushed and tinted pink as you braced your hands on his chest, fingernails digging through the taut muscle.

“Steve,” you whined again, desperate. Your body overwhelmed with desire, skin tingling and thighs clenching beside his own. You felt your arousal poole at your core, sticky slick coating the lace between your legs.

“Lean back for me sweetheart,” a soft kiss to your lips, “against the seat, good girl.”

Steve pushed the material of your skirt up your stomach, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your underwear, letting the elastic snap back against your soft skin. You whimpered as his fingers traveled lower, rubbing soft circles against your clit over the pink lace.

Your back arched at the feeling, he was so close to where you wanted him, where you needed him. Steve hummed against your chest, teeth grazing and sucking at your supple skin, creating a mark that no one else would see.

“Please, baby,” you cried.

No retort, no warning as Steve pulled your underwear to the side, slipping his fingers between your folds. You both groaned at the feeling, your cunt sopping wet and waiting.

“You’re soaking, Christ,” his rough pads teased your hole, “so sweet, baby” he gushed as he began to pump in and out of you lazily.

Steve curled his fingers into you, brushing your walls and hitting your favourite spot with every stroke. Whines and pants tumbled past your lips with every pump of his fingers, thumb moving harshly against your clit, the wet sounds powering over the low hum of the radio.

“Fuck, Steve, I’m-“ you babbled, hips rutting, fucking yourself on Steve’s fingers.

“You gonna cum, huh, sweet girl?” his fingers never slowed, thumb on your bundle unrelenting as he sought to push you over the edge, “I got you.” he cooed.

You cried above him, chants of the boy’s name over and over falling past your lips as the pleasure hit you like a wave, crashing over you. It was music to Steve’s ears. He’d have you like this all hours of the day if you let him, eyes squeezed tight and those pretty sounds escaping you.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve hushed you, pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his fingers still inside you, “good girl, good fucking girl.”

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, chest heaving, hips stuttering. Your forehead sticky with sweat as you clung onto Steve’s frame.

His fingers left you, a whine at the loss. They gripped your thigh, squeezing at the bare flesh there. The tip of his nose edging along your jaw, a gentle and soft gesture.

“You good?” voice a notch higher than a whisper, a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You nodded, a shaky exhale falling from your lips. You felt Steve smile against your skin, his fingers toying with the hem of your skirt, taunting, teasing.

His free hand came to grasp your chin between his thumb and finger, soft lips brushing against your own.

“You gonna sit on this cock, baby, hm?” a kiss, “Let me fill you up nice and deep?” tongue licking across your bottom lip, “Please, angel, need to feel you.”

Your thighs clenched at Steve’s words, his begging making your pussy throb, “Yes, Steve, fuck.” you whined, fingers scrambling to unbutton his jeans.

He groaned at your urgency, his fingers prodding your shaky ones out of the way as he shoved his jeans and boxers down past his ass and knees so they would sit around his calves. Cock springing free, Steve hissed as your fingers ghosted along his length.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “c’mere,” his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your chest flush against him. Steve kissed you now, it was soft and sweet, lips gently melding together. His hand came to wrap around himself as he teased the pretty pink tip through your folds.

Steve lined himself up with your entrance, a squeeze to your waist encouraging you to sink down on him. You did, eyes squeezed shut at the stretch. Steve gripped your hips like his life depended on it, groaning, “Oh, fuck.”

You began to move your hips slowly, a lazy drag over his cock over and over. His head lay back against the seat, hair a little wild, eyes heavy and gaze hungry. He looked like pure sex, you thought, so fucking dreamy.

Rocking your hips a little faster now, your moans stifled by your teeth digging into your bottom lip. You bounced your ass the way you knew he liked, the way you knew would drive him crazy. The boy whined beneath you, his hands smoothing over the curve of your ass.

“Pussy feels so fucking good baby,” he moaned breathlessly, “take me so well.”

Your heart fluttered at the praise, the wet slap of your cunt around Steve’s cock growing in pace. The windows of the car steamed up now, the BMW rocking with every snap of your hips.

You keened above him, fingers tugging at his hair relentlessly, lips searching for his in a messy kiss in the bright of the moonlight. His tongue slipped past yours, swallowing each other’s gasps and moans every time his thick cock stroked at your favourite spot.

Steve’s fingers wrapped at the base of your throat before dancing across the soft skin of your tits, a pinch of your bud, a whine from your lips. They found your swollen clit between your legs, throbbing and sensitive. His fingers rubbed in circles at the nerves, drawing a soft whimper from you at the overwhelming sensation.

His gaze was trained on the glow on your face, skin a little shiny, cheeks a little pink, lips kiss-bitten and red. “Need you to cum for me, sweetheart,” a kiss to the shell of your ear, “shit, can you give me one more?” his voice low and raspy in your ear.

“Yes, baby, yes,” you cried, hips bouncing harder, fingers pulling at the boy’s hair now, “make me cum, Stevie. Feels so good.”

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, his body in a frenzy, his fingers unrelenting on your clit now, “so fuckin’ gorgeous, so pretty.” he mumbled to himself almost incoherently.

You felt the familiar feeling of your coil twisting and snapping, the wave of pleasure crashing over you as your pussy clenched around him and your thighs shook. Strings of curses fell from your lips, your vision starry as your features twisted with pleasure.

Steve was hanging on by a thread, his fingers pressing a bruising grip into your waist, your moans and whimpers going straight to his dick. Your hips slowed as you collapsed into him, your tits pressing against the ringlets of his chest hair.

He bottomed out below you, hips now fucking up into you with vigour. The sound of his thighs slapping up against your ass filled the car and Steve was a picture. Head lulled back as his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, lips parted in such a pretty way, his muscles tense as he fucked you.

“Baby, please,” be began, “please can I cum? Oh, please can I cum,” Steve whined below you, “need to fill this pretty pussy so bad, baby, please?” he begged.

You pressed soft kisses to the skin of his throat, one planted to every mole and freckle, before settling on his lips again. You spoke into the kiss, “Want it, Steve,” you breathed, “go ahead, cum.”

The boy groaned beneath you, his thrusts erratic and deep, thighs and the muscles of his abdomen tensing as he reached his high. His cock drained of everything he had to give you, little whines of please and thank you tumbled past his lips. Chest heaving and forehead slick with sweat.

You both stayed still for a while, your head resting on his shoulder, nose nudging at the skin of his neck. His hand rubbed up and down your bare back soothingly, the other petted at your hair.

Neither of you bothered to move, Steve’s softening cock still buried inside you, the mixture of your juices running down his shaft. You both basked in your post orgasm bliss.

You shifted in his lap, delicate fingers messing with the strands of his hair that found themselves at the nape of his neck. You gazed up at your boyfriend, eyes bright and hopeful.

“Can we look at the stars now?”

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