hi my loves! this is my 4th of july special! she’s a little bit longer! i don’t celebrate the 4th of july but wanted to write a little sum sum about older! steve. enjoy!! - defnotdailaaa out!
tw! MDNI, smut, piv, making out, car sex, cream pie, big dick steve (it’s canon duhhhhh), age gap (steve is 43 and reader is 28)
Tonight was your third date with Steve, and it happened to fall on the Fourth of July. You’d chosen a red tank top, tiny denim shorts, cowboy boots, and a matching cowboy hat. You were putting the final touches on your glittery lip gloss when you heard soft but confident knocks at your door.
You waited a moment before opening it. Steve stood there holding a bouquet of lotus flowers, dressed in light washed jorts and a red plaid flannel. His salt and pepper hair was styled as perfectly as always, his face clean shaven. It should be criminal for a 43 year old man to look this good. You pressed your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction.
“Wow, I-uh… you look gorgeous,” Steve said, breathless, his eyes wide like a kid in a candy store. He held out the bouquet. “These are for you.” “Thank you, Steve. These are my favorite,” you murmured, cheeks warming as you took the flowers. “I’ll put them in water, and then we can go.”
You and Steve arrived at the parade just as the sun was setting. After walking around for a bit, you found a spot on the grass and settled in. When the fireworks show began, bursts of color lit up the sky. The lights danced across Steve’s face, highlighting the moles on his neck and the soft curve of his lips. You couldn’t stop staring.
Steve turned and caught your gaze. You looked away quickly, embarrassed. “What? Got something on my face, darling?” he asked, that familiar pet name sending a warm ache through your core.
“No, no,” you replied shyly, avoiding his eyes. Silence settled between you again, broken only by the crack and pop of fireworks and the steady rhythm of Steve’s breathing beside you.
When the fireworks finally ended, a small wave of disappointment washed over you. You hadn’t gotten your kiss under the sparks. Maybe it’s too soon, you thought. It’s only our third date.
Steve tapped your shoulder gently. You turned to him. “Uh, do you want to get some ice cream?” he asked. You smiled. “Yeah no wait no! sorry wait I mean, yes! I’d love to.” you stutter feeling heat crawl up your face.
Steve chuckled, warm and fond. “Good. I was hoping you’d say yes. I found a place I think you’ll really like.” The walk back to his BMW was quiet but comfortable. The drive was short. Steve let you control the radio, and “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” by ABBA played softly as you pulled up to Scoops Ahoy. He got out first and came around to open your door.
“Didn’t take you for such a gentleman, Stevie,” you purred. His cheeks flushed that soft pink you were growing to love. “Only for a lady as kind and beautiful as you,” he said with a wink.
Once inside, you ordered your ice cream and conversation flowed easily. “You know, I used to work here,” Steve admitted, looking a little embarrassed. “Really? So I missed my chance to see you in the sailor shorts?” You snorted. “Yeah, it wasn’t my best look,” he laughed. “Had me feeling real insecure back then.” A comfortable pause settled between you before Steve spoke again, his voice softer. “I really don’t want this date to end,” he sighed. “Do you want to go somewhere?”
You nodded as he held his hand out for you to take. You got in his Beamer, and he drove off. “So where are we going?” you asked. shifting in the passenger seat to look at steve. “It’s a surprise, baby,” Steve said with a chuckle.
After talking for a bit during the car ride, you arrived at Lovers Lake.
“Do you like stargazing?” Steve asked with a smile. “Steven Harrington, did you study me or something? I love stargazing. How did you know?” Steve got out of the car, opened your door, and closed it after you slid out. “I guess a little bird told me,” he said with a chuckle.
Sitting on the hood of Steve’s Beamer and looking up at the sky, you felt eyes on your side profile. You turned your head and made eye contact with Steve, who was staring at your lips before looking back up at your face. He brought his hand up to your cheek, rubbing his thumb up and down gently.
“Is this okay?” he whispered. You nodded softly before Steve’s lips crashed into yours. You gasped against his lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss by sliding his tongue in and tasting the cotton candy ice cream you had eaten earlier. Your hands slid up and gripped Steve’s shoulders to ground yourself. Steve pulled back first, catching his breath for a second while staring at you.
Your chest rose and fell as you caught your breath. You spoke first. “Do you want to go back into your car?” you asked with a giggle. “Yes,” Steve said eagerly.
You slid off the hood of his car and into the backseat. Steve followed right behind you. Before you could settle, he pulled you onto his lap and into another kiss. The windows were already fogging up from the heat of both your bodies. His hands roamed up and down your back before settling on your ass, gripping and playing with the plumpness of each cheek.
“This okay, baby?” Steve asked, pulling back from the kiss so you could breathe.
“Uh huh,” you replied before pulling him into another kiss, tilting your head to deepen it. Steve’s nose bumped against your cheek as you started grinding on his very noticeable bulge, causing him to moan into your mouth.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” Steve murmured against your lips, his voice low and raspy. His hands slipped under the hem of your red tank top, palms warm against your skin. “Can you take this off for me, pretty girl?” You nodded faster than you could think and tugged the tank top over your head. Steve’s eyes darkened the second he saw the red lacy bralette underneath, the little bow sitting perfectly in the valley of your breasts.
“Fuck… this all for me, baby?” His hazel eyes were blown wide with lust and adoration as he drank in the sight of you.
“Mhm. Just for you, Stevie,” you whispered.
Steve’s hands slid around your back, hovering over the clasp. “Can I?”
You nodded eagerly. He undid it with one smooth motion, letting the bralette fall somewhere onto the floor of the car. His mouth was on you instantly, sucking, licking, and gently nipping at your breasts.
“They’re so pretty, baby,” he groaned, the words muffled because he refused to pull away. The vibration of his voice against your sensitive skin made you shiver.
“Stevie,” you whined, grinding down harder against the bulge in his jorts.
“Hm?” he hummed, still focused on your chest.
He finally pulled back, looking up at you with hesitation in his eyes even as his hands gripped your hips tightly. “Are you sure? I don’t want our first time to be in the back of my car.”
You let out a breathy laugh and gestured down at your naked upper body, nipples glistening with his saliva. “Steve, I think we’re a little past that point.”
A low chuckle escaped him. “Yeah, I guess we are.”
Steve pulled you back into a kiss as he unbuttoned your tiny denim shorts. You lifted your hips so he could tug them down along with your panties in one go. He paused for a second, then grabbed your red lacy thong and tucked it into his back pocket. You raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, for safekeeping, baby,” Steve said, then winked at you.
The cool night air hit your skin, causing your nipples to pebble. Steve lifted you off him slightly and shoved his jorts and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It was hard and flushed, precum leaking from the tip.
“So big, Steve… I don’t think it’ll fit,” you whispered.
Steve chuckled. “We’ll make it fit, baby.”
You wrapped your hand around him, stroking softly. Steve groaned.
“Condom?” he managed to ask, voice strained.
“I’m on the pill,” you whispered, brushing your thumb over the head of his cock, “and I want to feel all of you, Stevie.”
That was all the permission he needed. Steve gripped your hips and guided you back onto his lap. His fingers slipped between your folds and he groaned at how wet you were.
“Aw baby, this pussy is practically crying for me,” he said as he slid a finger into your tight cunt, pumping in and out at a steady pace to open you up. His long finger hit that spot that made your brain melt, drawing moans and whines from your lips.
“Steve,” you moaned. “Hm?” He was entirely too focused on opening you up. “Need you inside me now, Steve.”
You lifted your hips, grabbed his cock, and rubbed the tip between your slick folds before slowly sinking down.
“Oh my god, you’re so tight, baby.” The stretch was intense, like you were being split in two. Once he bottomed out, he held you there for a moment, forehead pressed to your shoulder.
You rolled your hips slowly. “You ready, baby?” Steve asked. “Mhm.”
Steve’s hands gripped your waist, helping you set the pace as he thrust up to meet you. Moans fell loudly from your mouth. You didn’t care how loud you were being. The car rocked slightly with your rhythm. The air smelled like sex and Steve’s cologne. You braced one hand on the roof of the car and the other on his shoulder, practically strangling his cock.
“Been thinking about this pussy since I asked you out, baby. I- oh fuck, so tight,” Steve babbled, too lost in pleasure to process what he’s saying.
The pressure built in your lower belly. “Steve, I’m close,” you moaned, bouncing on his cock. “Me too, baby. Come on,” Steve urged, his voice strained. His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles until your orgasm crashed into you. Your pussy pulsed around his cock as he continued thrusting. Steve followed right after, burying his face in your neck and moaning in your ear as he came inside you, filling your tight cunt with rope after rope of his thick cum, hips stuttering.
For a moment you stayed like that, catching your breath. The only sounds were the water of the lake sloshing outside and the two of you breathing heavily. Steve held you close before slowly pulling out and pressing soft kisses to your temple.
“You okay?” he asked. You smiled, still fucked out. “More than okay, Steve.” You leaned in and kissed him. He let out a warm laugh, kissing you back before pulling away with a smirk. “Good, because I’m not ready to take you home yet.”
And boy, did he keep his promise.
ok this is like my 4th time making this post cause tumblr keeps deleting it off my drafts and it’s 4 am at the moment i’m writing this and i’m seriously going to lose my shit 😩
i hope you guys enjoyed and always remember ideas and thoughts are always welcomed:)
