Picnic Date With Steve Harrington

Picnic date with Steve Harrington

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Fem Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: MNDNI 18+, light fluff, smut, fingering (F reviving), unprotected P in V sex, public sex kinda

Summary: You and Steve go on a picnic date at lovers lake, Steve can’t seem to keep his hands off of you and you end up doing the deed.

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Steve and you had been planning a romantic picnic for weeks. You had scouted out the perfect location - a quiet meadow overlooking lovers lake somewhere no one where to ever find you- and had spent hours preparing the perfect menu of sandwiches, fruit, and cheese, along with a couple bottles of wine stolen from steve’s parents.

You spread out the blanket while Steve carry’s the food, he can’t help but stare at you, admiring the way your hands moved gracefully as you smoothed the fabric of the picnic blanket down, your new white floral sundress hiking up your thighs a bit. He can’t help but notice how beautiful you look right now, the way the light caught your hair, the way your dress clung to your curves in all the right places. You stand up grabbing the basket from him and begin unpacking the food.

Noticing his hungry stare you laugh. "What's got you so distracted huh?"

Steve shook his head, smiling. "Just admiring the view”, he says as he starts helping you unpack the food. Placing down a bottle of wine you blush and playfully nudged him. "Well, keep your eyes on the food for now. We can enjoy the view later."

The date is followed by many of your giggles from Steve tickling you, or from you seeing how many grapes you can stuff in Steve’s mouth. Randomly feeling the warmth of Steve’s hand over different parts of your body, you can’t help but to love how extra touchy he’s being today.

Finishing up the food, packing it all away you find your back to the blanket and Steve hovering over you passionately kissing your lips, the sky’s colors changing around you as the sun begins to set. Steve caresses your hair, trailing his hands over every inch of your body, captivated by you, soaking up every inch of you.

You pull him closer deepening the kiss and running your hands through his hair, as your other hand trails down his back.

Steve groaned in response, loving the feeling of your hands on him, feeling just how much you want him, moving his lips from yours he brings them down to your neck nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin, you moan, arching your back giving him more access, he places even more kisses down your neck.

The sun had set completely now and the only sounds were your guys heavy breathing, Steve whispering how beautiful you look and other praises and the occasional rustling of leaves and wind. You were both lost in your own world wrapped up in each other like nothing else mattered.

Steve’s hands find the bottom of your dress and he bunches it up to your belly exposing your underwear, you feel his cold finger grace over your panties, moaning into him kissing his lips. He completely removes your panties throwing them to the side before sliding his finger over your wet cunt, circling your clit; catching all your moans with his mouth. His free hand finds your tits and he massages them through your dress, feeling your nipples harden under the fabric, his cock grows hard in his jeans as he sticks one finger in your hole, pumping in and out before adding another finger quickening his pace.

“Steve” you moan “need you now” you say.

“I know I know, want you too” Steve grunts pumping his fingers fast “need you” Steve says as he rubs your clit earning a moan from you, kissing down your neck. He pulls his fingers out of you, you suddenly feel the absence of him, along with the cool night air against your heat making you want him even more.

Before you know it his belt is to the side and his jeans are down, his cock leaking pre-cum at your entrance, you wrap your arms around his neck, spreading your legs as he slowly pushes his tip into you, both of you moaning in synch. He pushes more of himself into you, feeling you squeeze around him, kissing all over your face giving you time to adjust to his size. He pushes fully inside of you and begins to pump in and out slowly.

“That okay?” He asks as he stretches you, checking in on you.

A simple nod from you is all he needs before he quickens his pace.

Steve’s hand finds yours and he grabs onto it squeezing hard as he fucks into you “god you feel so good” he mumbles against your ear sending shivers down your spine. “This dress” he says pumping in and out of you “I like it” he adds, hands wondering your body, his fingers find your clit and he begins rubbing it, earning moans from you, your hand wondering down your breast and grazes Steve’s chest as you rub your hand all over him, fingers flowing through his hair, tugging slightly.

“Steve- I-I’m so close” you manage to let out with heavy breaths, “good, cum with me yeah?” he requests, before you can reply you are already a moaning mess as your reach your orgasm, feeling his cock slip out and his warm cum shoot out onto your stomach, mixing with the cold air giving you goose bumps. Steve heavily pants over you, swallowing your mouth as he comes down from his orgasm. He slips on his jeans real quick grabbing a napkin from the basket and wiping up his mess he made on you, once clean pulling your dress over to cover you “wouldn’t wanna ruin this pretty dress would we?” he says kissing you.

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- Steve Harrington 🫶🏻

🍨= my favs

One shots:

Steve makes it up to you

Steve begging you to sit on his face

Cockwarming with Steve 🍨

Quiet sex w Steve, (parents across the hall) 🍨

Steve x the polaroid of you in his wallet 🍨

Picnic date with Steve

Hawkins drive in 🍨

Breeding kink w Steve

Cum play ft steve’s tummy 🍨

Take the call

Play fighting gone sexual

Thoughts/blurbs:

Making out with Steve 🍨

Steve kink head canons

Steve and calling his girl “Honey” blurb 🍨

Baths with Steve

Gamer Steve

Beach days w Steve

Christmassy blurb

4/20 walk with Steve

How frequently do you post?

I just found you & I’m living for your Steve fics babe 😩

HIIII! Thank You! I try to post at least two fics a week or throw in some small thoughts or blurbs, I’m not tooooooo focused on how much I post right now because I don’t wanna stress myself out, I’m just kinda having fun with this account since I started almost a month ago! I’m already so greatfull for the feedback i’m receiving on here 🫶🏻 it’s definitely encouraging me to post more and giving me ideas. I’m working on even more stuff right now that i’m excited to share!!!

“Steve kink head canons” may god or whatever entity you believe in bless you, STUNNING.

(i don’t even believe in god lol)

*kisses you*

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[3.5K] sleeping over at steve’s place is something you've always adored, but waking up with him is suddenly even better. (18+)

Sleeping over at Steve’s place after the two of you stayed out a little too late has become a part of your weekly routine, but having his head between your thighs in the early cracks of dawn isn’t.

You hadn’t planned to end up like this. You thought after coming home around 3 am last night — well, this morning — and crashing the second your body hit Steve’s sheets that you’d be sleeping in until noon. You were perfectly content in wasting away your Saturday to remain in a lazy bliss at Steve’s place while he went to work, taking in the familiar surroundings like it was your own home with hints of Steve scattered around.

The faint smell of chlorine from his pool lingering on his carpeted floor, his shoes he leaves around the house beneath the tables and shoe racks, listening to the records the two of you bought together and smiling at the memories the songs flood your mind with.

You knew he would let you linger in his absence, too, which is mostly why you decided to sleep in for as long as you could regardless of the countless errands you have to run on Sunday when stores close early and your parents expect you to see them.

But yet, here you are in the early hours of the day when the rest of town has yet to break out of their slumber and the sky is still a burning bronze, daring to peek past the clouds that often cast over the sleepy town of Hawkins, awake and moaning softly at the calculated touch of your boyfriend.

Whether it was the sun leaking through Steve’s curtains because he forgot to draw them in when the two of you got home, or the fact that your boyfriend was moving restlessly beside you and you could feel him pulling you closer, you’d woken up and against your better judgment, you turned in Steve's arms to face him.

He murmured your name into the shell of your ear to coax you awake just like he was, whispering things far too sensual for a pair who’d barely broken out of their REM cycles. Normally, you’d have gotten annoyed at your stubborn boyfriend for waking you up far too early for your liking because you enjoy sleeping, after all.

But now? Now, you can hardly form a coherent sentence because his tongue is lapping you in your most vulnerable of places and you have no intention to complain because it feels so good.

You’re a little drowsy and a little out of it but your body feels like it’s on fire from being under Steve’s touch. He had kissed down your neck, past your collarbones, getting momentarily distracted by your boobs like he always did when he pushed your shirt up to gawk at your chest. You groaned out his name, voice still thick with sleep and he continued to kiss a trail down your stomach, hands slowly tugging away your — his — sweatpants and your underwear in tow. 

It could’ve been seconds, minutes, hell, even hours since your boyfriend disappeared beneath his navy bed sheets and started his delicate assault against your core. Of course, you missed feeling his body pressed into the side of yours and seeing his pretty face, but Jesus Christ, you’ve been in heaven ever since.

Normally Steve would push the sheets down with him, putting himself on full display for you to watch the way the muscles in his back contort as his tongue and hands work against you, in you, but he seemed just as out of it as you were and didn’t care that this wasn’t as hot and heavy as it could be.

A breathy moan escapes past your lips as one of his hands spreads across your abdomen and presses down, holding you in place against his mattress while his other hand pushes at the thigh of the leg you can’t even remember propping up, moving it outward to give him more room to be comfortable enough to do what he’s best at.

Eyes fluttering shut, you crane your neck back when Steve’s nose nudges against your clit as his tongue works downward and your head falls further into his pillow at the sensation. The feeling of his hair rubbing against the junction between your thigh and your groin makes you cant your hips upward just a little, just enough for him to groan against you as if you've just given him an award.

You’re not even sure if he’s trying to make you reach that peak he prides himself in getting you to or if he’s just doing it until you’re asking him to stop or to go even further. Steve’s movements are a little different than what you’ve become used to, what you’ve come to expect when he goes down on you, his tongue lacking the impatient and almost animalistic persistence it normally has when dancing with your clit but you can’t say that you hate it.

It’s a nice change, albeit one you weren’t necessarily expecting — but then again, you weren’t expecting this to be happening at all — but you need more if you want to come crashing down with the euphoric wave that’s been building within you.

He’s unintentionally teasing you, slowly unravelling the knot that’s been growing bigger and tighter in your stomach with the way his tongue moves against you. It’s slow, maybe even a little hesitant like he’s expecting you to snap to your senses and kick him away and go back to sleep — you wouldn’t, you won’t — and although it’s not enough to get you to come undone, it feels fucking good regardless.

But you’re more awake than you were before and you can’t ignore the way that little voice in the back of your head is fucking begging you to get Steve to make you come already.

You’re normally patient when you and Steve are having sex, letting him take care of you because you know how important it is to him to keep things intimate no matter what you're doing, but the burning desire to melt in his hands like putty is becoming too much to bear and you need it more then you need oxygen right now.

“Steve?” You barely have the energy to murmur his name, but you manage, and his movements falter against you and you swear you can feel his hips push into the mattress. 

One arm propping you upward, the other goes to grip the end of his sheets and you lift it just barely, just enough so that you can see him and Christ, what a sight it is. His eyes are screwed shut and his eyebrows are knitted together, features still soft despite the way he’s lapping you like it’s his job.

If you could capture this moment, regardless of how sexual and lustful it may be, you would, because Steve has always been beautiful and the fact that he’s in his own state of pleasure just from trying to get you to reach yours makes you whimper.

Maybe it’s the sunlight that breaks the once-dark abyss that encompassed Steve, or it’s the feeling of the rustling sheets above him, but your boyfriend finally opens his eyes and looks up at you. His pupils are blown in chocolate brown eyes that you often find yourself getting lost in and your stomach flips at the sight of them, of him gazing up at you like you’re the only person in the world, that you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted.

He peels away from you, blinking lazily, face still close so that you can feel his breath against your most sensitive area, but just enough that you can hear his rough voice. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yes, shit— I just..” You nod your head lightly and the sentence dies on your tongue at the feeling of him kissing the inside of your thigh.

“Just what?” He eggs you on, hand rubbing the meat of your thigh soothingly and you could melt right then and there. “D’you want me to stop?”

“No. God, no,” You breathe out, heat rushing to your cheeks and you can’t seem to bring yourself to care because of how turned on you are at the sight of Steve grinning against your skin, lips glistening from you. “Just.. want more, Steve. Need more.”

If there’s one thing you love about Steve, it’s how attentive he is. How willing he is to give you what you want without you really asking because he knows you like the back of his hand. Sure, sometimes he’s a little mean with it, making you say what you want instead of using his initiative because truth be told, he adores seeing your pupils dilate and hearing you ask to ride him or beg him to flip you over and fuck you senseless.

But maybe he’s taking pity on you because you’d barely been awake for 10 minutes and he’s already got you so worked up like he’s been fucking you for hours. So, Steve doesn’t make you shield yourself with a momentary façade of confidence to say what you want.

“Yeah?” Steve asks and it sounds genuine, almost like he had been waiting for you to finally let him take you to the state of euphoria he knows he can. His hand moves away from your thigh and his fingers just barely brush against your entrance and a pleased sigh forces its way out of your mouth. “This kind of more?”

You nod, breath shuttering as your arm threatens to give in at any second. “Yeah. Yes, please.”

If this is what pity from Steve Harrington feels like, then fuck, you would take it tenfold every damn day if you could.

You barely register the way Steve moves his middle and ring finger into his mouth before it’s back at your entrance and slowly, but surely, inching their way inside of you. Your lips form into an o-shape as you silently cry out at the pleasurable intrusion, dropping the sheet from your hand and instead sneaking it underneath to grip at his brown locks for refuge.

It's a slow push and pull, his fingers starting to slip in and out of you at an unnerving pace once you relax into his touch completely, strings of curses mixed with his name falling from your lips before his mouth is back on you. It’s like no time has passed because you’re right back where you left off, teetering on the edge of unravelling against his face because his long fingers are hitting the spot you never could over and over and over again. 

This. This is what you wanted, what you so desperately craved, and the unholy satisfaction pumping into you bone deep and it tastes sweet on your tongue. No matter how many times you and Steve move together in such an intimate way, you’ll never get enough of how good he is, how he’ll work to find out what you like and what you don’t, worshipping you and your body like a temple he’s been blessed to explore.

“Shit, Steve— oh my God.”

If this were any other time, you’re sure you’d be embarrassed at the thought of you coming so fast when he’s barely done anything. But it’s something about today, something about this morning and how Steve was willing to put his tiredness aside to benefit you and untie that knot of bliss building inside of you.

Steve starts plummeting his fingers into you at a faster pace, although still kind and gentle, and you don’t even notice the missing presence of a steady rhythm in his movements because his lips latch themselves onto your clit. “Just like that, Steve, shit.”

He hums against you, the vibrations moving through your veins like live wires and you grip his hair like a lifeline, knuckles turning white beneath the sheets and he moans into you, fingers curling and hitting that spot again and again and again when your whimpers go up an octave.

You clamp around his fingers every time he retreats them, sighs of relief forming into whiny moans at the feeling of him pushing back into you and you keen for him and his touch. You can taste the ecstasy on your tongue, you can hear the way your heart ricochets against your ribcage, you can feel yourself descending closer to heaven hot and fast and you don’t even care if you wake Steve’s neighbours with your cries.

“I’m gonna— shit.” You’re panting, free hand coming to grab at your breast and the feeling of your nails digging into your skin burns deliciously. “I’m gonna come, Steve.”

Steve groans against you at your admission, something that feels like a mess of begs and pleads for you to let go, and who are you to deprive your boyfriend of such an honour?

You call out his name when his fingers hit that spot deep inside of you again and you arch your back off of the mattress, muscles tightening and legs clamping around his head as the tether finally snaps. Your eyes slam shut and you can see stars beneath your eyelids, twinkling speckles of raw pleasure dancing amongst anything and everything Steve. His hand, his fingers, his mouth and his tongue, your own personal godsend who loves you just as much as you love him.

You’re falling, tumbling, crashing, his fingers continuing at their now-steady pace as he works you through your orgasm. Unbeknownst to yourself, you grind against his face like you own it, like you have no shame in using him for all he’s worth and shit, you know Steve would gladly admit to being okay with that.

His mouth moves away from you as you start coming back down from heaven and enter the realm of overstimulation, and he presses kisses to your thighs and mumbles praises that you can’t quite hear over the buzzing sounds ringing in your ears. It feels like your body is on overdrive, like you’ve been depriving it of its one energy source and you’ve finally given it what it wanted and more.

It feels like your orgasm goes on for days, even when his fingers come to a slow and eventual stop, but once your body finally relaxes, you collapse back into his bed, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath and compose yourself. A whimper brushes past your tongue as he runs his thumb over your slit and you have to mentally scold yourself for already missing the sensation of him inside of you.

Pulling your legs apart, Steve slowly pushes himself back upward, he presses his lips against the inside of your knee, your hip, your lower stomach— kissing you up and up until he finally peers out from under his blanket and you peel your eyes away from his ceiling to tiredly smile at him.

His lips are still wet with the remnants from your momentary trip to your oasis and his cheeks are tinged pink and his hair is a riot. The flush that found purchase across the apples of his cheeks runs down to his chest, a dusty pink tinge concealing the constellation of freckles and moles that previously shined against his tanned skin.

Steve hovers over you and cages you in between his arms and his body is hot, a warmth that spreads into your own as you pull him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Mornin’.” Steve mumbles, deep and rough with sleep and you aren’t sure if your knees suddenly feel weaker from the sound of his voice or his previous actions.

Your fingers play with the hair on the nape of his neck and you mentally thank him for forgetting to book his haircut appointment last week. “Morning.”

“Was that good?” He asks despite knowing the answer already, despite knowing that he’d just made you touch heaven and it isn’t even 7 in the morning yet. “Five stars? Ten outta ten? Would recommend to a friend?”

There's a smile on your face because as much as you love the sexy, dominant side of Steve only you get to witness between the sheets, you much prefer the boyish, dorkier version of your boyfriend who makes you feel 16 again. “You're an idiot, Steve.” 

“An idiot who just made you come." He corrects and you can barely break out a laugh, but when you do, Steve grins at the sound of it. You nod to answer his question anyway, eyes fighting against the way they want to close from the exhaustion and you’re barely able to use your voice to hum affirmingly.

No words are really capable of describing the way he made you feel because your body is still trying to escape from its post-orgasm haze and the way he’s looking at you, all boyish and charming, makes your heart skip a beat.

Steve finally dips down and you moan against his lips from the taste of yourself on his tongue, a little dirty secret that juxtaposes how he kisses you soft and slow. The kiss is deep, arguably fuelled by a sense of lust that’s been growing within the confines of his bedroom but you feel the butterflies in your chest flutter from his touch.

You miss having him like this, quiet and calm and just the two of you, no absentminded worries tickling the back of your thoughts like when your shift starts or if the two of you are going to have to save Hawkins again.

His left-hand moves lazily and delicately to find its place on your waist and you can feel him underneath his boxers, hard and aching for you and instinctively, your hips push upward to brush against his. It’s an innocent reflex despite the dirty question it poses and you smile at the broken groan he muffles into your kiss.

He’d stay in bed with you like this if you asked him to. Limbs tangled and sheets ruffled, barely there kisses and feeling of your body against his, eventual moans coming from your lips and his groans pressing into the side of your neck because you just can’t help but become engulfed in one another.

Steve would be completely okay with ignoring the responsibilities he has for the day if it meant he could spend more time with you, and you’d be a liar to say you don’t share the same sentiment.

But as much as you hate to admit it, your nirvana can’t become a reality just yet because you have bills to pay and your mouths to feed. That’s what makes early mornings like this with Steve so special in your mind, the fact that they’re seldom and that they’re something just the two of you get to share like a soft-spoken secret, something never that frequent but occurring just enough to make you keep wanting them more and more.

“Times it?” He murmurs against your lips, unable to find the energy — or desire — to pull himself away from the warmth your body provides to check the time himself.

“I don’t know,” You reply honestly, having that you were far too distracted by Steve’s mouth on you to peel your eyes open and check the alarm clock situated on his nightstand. “Still early, I think.”

Despite your words being soft and quiet, mumbling no louder than the faint sounds of the chirping birds who found purchase outside Steve's window and the rustling trees moving with the cool breeze, you can hear the sound of your boyfriend humming contentedly.

Steve faintly chews at the inside of his cheek like he’s lost in thought before one of his hands starts to move back down from your waist and to your hips, calloused fingers itching dangerously close to your inner thigh and you can feel yourself throb in anticipation.

“Hm?” You repeat and you already know what your boyfriend’s thinking, what he’s planning to do without having to ask because his eyes twinkle with something you know all too well.

Steve’s nose bumps against yours and you sigh when his lips meet yours again, tender and gentle like you both have all the time in the world before you need to start getting ready for the day. Fuck, you’re so in love with him that it hurts.

He flashes you a lazy grin when you break apart, one that’s laced with a mix of something devilish and something lovesick, and before you can diminish his eagerness because you’d like to rock his world the same way he did yours, Steve is already slipping back under the covers, trailing kisses on the places he did once before and you find yourself sinking further into his pillows as a breathy moan falls from your lips.

Sleeping over at Steve’s place after the two of you stayed out a little too late has become a part of your weekly routine, and having his head between your thighs in the early cracks of dawn will be, too.