#Steve Harrington x feamale reader smut

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Private Eyes (18+)

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Ever since I saw those s5 set pics of Steve with his new truck I haven't really stopped thinking about him so here's a short-ish, quickly written bit of filth for you to enjoy!

Word Count:1,565

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Ever since Steve had swapped out his now long-past-retired BMW for his new light blue Silverado truck all you could think about was breaking it in the same way you had with his once beloved car.  

The christening of Steve’s beemer had ended in a secluded spot near Lover's Lake, with you stretched across the backseats whilst Steve tenderly kissed every inch of your body, before pulling you close and taking you under the fading light of the evening's glow. 

And now, the heady mix of that new leather smell, the suggestion of pine from the hanging car air-freshener dangling from the rear view mirror, and something distinctly warm and comforting and so very Steve was enough to have your senses tingling.

You admired him from your passenger seat, as he just drove with you, with no particular end destination. The way the last glittering rays of sunlight bounced off his perfectly messy hair, and the soft freckles scattered across the gentle slope of his nose never failed to have butterflies fluttering in your stomach. His strong, capable hands gripped the steering wheel as he pulled around the corner, and suddenly you were imagining those strong hands being put to better use elsewhere. Somewhere more intimate.

It’s his gentle voice that breaks through the Hall and Oats tape that's quietly playing from the car radio as he catches you staring at him.

“What's going on up in that big brain of yours, hm?” he asks, flicking his eyes over to you briefly.

“Nothing, I just like looking at you, Stevie, that's all.”

“Ohh okay, I see how it is.” He chuckles lightly. “You only call me Stevie when you want something from me.”

“That's not true.” You refute.

“Oh, but it is.” He smiles so effortlessly. “So whatever it is, lay on me.”

“I was just thinking, we've haven't taken your new truck out for a test ride.” you say, daring to let your hands stray from where they're safely sitting in your lap. Creeping over to his thigh, where the light-wash denim pulls tight across the strong muscles.

“What are you talking about? I've driven you around in this truck since I got it…ohhh” his brain connects the dots when he feels your dainty hand beginning to rub over his crotch. His cock immediately takes interest in your exploratory touches as it kicks up in his boxers. “Oh! You mean…a test ride.” He laughs lightly, his honeyed hazel eyes sparkling with desire. 

“Now, you're getting it.” You smile as you nod along with him.

“Hang on in there, I know just the place.” Steve grins, and with that he's turning down a quiet little back-road that is all too familiar to you.

 The branches dapple the moonlight gleaming down as the evening draws in and Steve pulls his truck up to a spot just a stone's throw away from Lover's Lake. The stillness of the water and the quiet hum of chirping crickets set the scene for your intimate date.

You flick your head around as if to check that there was anyone around, but as you do Steve is there to quickly assuage any of your worries.

“Don't worry, it's just us out here, Honey.” Steve smiles. “Now, why don't you come sit over here and let's see if we can christen the new truck in the way it deserves, hm?” He says, his smile stretching into a cheeky grin.

You try your best to climb over the seats and centre console as sexily as you can, although in the less-than-roomy front cabin of his truck it proves to be trickier than you'd imagined. 

But you manage it, and soon enough you find yourself sitting pretty in the denim-clad lap of your boyfriend as he looks up at you with a lustful glint in his hazel brown eyes.

You can't help but shyly grind your hips down against the growing bulge underneath you, mentally high-fiving yourself for having chosen to wear a short skirt and soft cotton panties today. Steve always loved easy access. And the rough material of his jeans provides just the right amount of friction as you grind your hips further down into the insistent press of his erection. You’re keenly aware of the steering wheel edging close to your ass as you shift to get comfortable on his lap

The confined spaces forces you together, with his big hands settling over the curve of your hips and his lips nibbling bruised kisses along your collarbone and throat

“Honey..” he pants, pulling away from his assault on your neck with pink lips, “please you're killing me here…I gotta have you.”

You do your best to rise up on your knees enough to pull your panties to the side whilst Steve works on popping the button off his jeans and wriggling them down his thighs along with his boxers just enough to free his cock, which was flushed pink and dripping with needy arousal.

Steve’s hand slithers under your skirt, brushing against the soft plush skin of your thighs as his thumb toys with your clit before sinking a single finger into you. A quietly growled moan tumbles from his lips at the feeling of your wetness coating his finger.

“I don’t need your fingers right now Steve, I promise you I’m ready.”  you nod as his finger slips from your centre.

“Are you sure? It’ll be a tight fit.” he asks. He’s not cocky when he says this, he’s just well aware of all the times he’s needed to warm you up to take him. He just doesn't want to hurt you.

You silence his worries with a kiss placed to his lips, your eyes looking deep into his honey-golden ones.

“I just want you, Stevie.”

Stroking a firm fist down the length of his cock, he smears the bead of pre-cum pooling from his tip enough to slick him up; he presses the head of his cock at your entrance. Then he looks up with your knees straddling either side of his hips, waiting for you to take up the reins.

And so you do, sinking down more and more, inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside you. He fills you so perfectly and he feels like he’s reaching so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

You begin to rock your hips over him in a slow swivel, just letting yourself adjust to the stretch, before picking up speed in your movements and lifting your hips to ride him the way you want to.

You bounce up and down on his cock, eager to chase the feeling of his thick cock filling you over and over again.

Little whines of pleasure whimper past your lips, which he’s all too quick to swallow down into a kiss of his own, letting his tongue sweep into your mouth to taste every inch of you.

He pulls away from you kiss-swollen lips with a lazy grin pulling at his lips and a gloriously pink sheen blooming on his freckled skin.

“That’s it honey, make yourself feel good on my cock.��� he says from underneath the crop of messy hair that’s fallen across his eyes in sweaty strands, each of his big hands settling on the curve of your hips to help steady your movements.

The windows of the truck have fogged up with the condensation, both your heavy breaths and shared moans filling the intimate space.

“Fuck…You look so goddamn pretty like this baby..” Steve paises, one of his hand daring to stray from its place on your hip to slip underneath your shirt enough to caress your tit in his massive palm.

You’re not sure how much more of this you can take. Steve’s meeting your every movement, thrusting his hips up into you, whilst you grind down into him. The nest of dark hair at the base of his cock tickles against your clit with every roll of your hips.

The knot in your stomach is beginning to get tighter, and you can feel yourself clinging on to the cliff-edge of pleasure, just waiting to fall and hoping that Steve will be there to catch you. 

With every bounce of your hips you can see the need on Steve’s face enough to know he’s close to his high too. His brown eyes are glazed with desire and wants nothing more than to make you feel good.

“f-fuck..I’m close, honey…please..I know you’re close to..god I can feel you fucking clenching around me.” he stifles out through his teeth continuing to piston his hips up into you.

And then, with your arms looped around his neck and your fingers tangling in the soft strands of hair at the back of his neck, you find yourself falling over the edge of pleasure, shuddering out your release as you slump against the safe hold of Steve's broad chest.

And soon after, Steve follows you, thrusting up once, twice more before he's pressing in deeply and filling you with rope after rope of his release.

When he comes down from his high, and his breath catches up with him, he tilts your face under his finger, getting you to look at him.

“Hey there, Honey..” he says softly, the pink haze still flush against his cheeks.

“Hey Stevie..”

“Now, that, was a test ride.”

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