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lust - Steven Grant

Lust - excessive desire for sexual pleasure

part of my Seven Sins series

similar to my Nathan Bateman hc, I think Steven takes a little warming up for physical affection to be a-ok with him

but once the dam is broken....

cw: quickies, messy sex, praise, 18+, afab reader

You cried out, elbow digging uncomfortably into the shelving you were currently crammed up against. Steven swallowed the sound greedily, sucking and moaning at your lips while he fumbled to pull down your waistband. Books slid onto the floor as your feet scrambled for purchase through his voracious attack.

Steven had no patience for this. Grunting dissent, he absolved to haul your hips over his and jam his fingers up as far as they would go. He clapped a hand over your mouth as you shrieked and bucked, howling from the sudden stimulation.

"Shhh, shh, it's alright," he soothed around a moan, "it'll be nice real soon, love, promise."

His pace slowed considerably once he felt the familiar warmth of your walls thrumming around his thick knuckles. You huffed and whined around his hand, trying to hump yourself harder. The rubbing on his callouses on your clit had stars blinking in your vision.

Steven watched, awestruck, as you matched his pace, rosy cheeks and pouty lips nuzzling against his. He pushed harder, cock throbbing at the feeling of your petal-soft warmth flexing on his digits.

This was...a common routine. He'd ambush you whenever possible, rucking up your shirt and rutting rabidly into you, collapsing into a sweaty heap once you'd both finished. Only to do it again an hour or two later. Most days you stumbled around sore to hell and pleading for a break.

Oddly, he was the only one of the three boys who preferred rabbit-like fuckings throughout the day. The stamina was impressive, but you were tired of spilling coffee from how urgently he'd grab at your waist.

From the moment you could feel his hands tickle your sides under your shirt, you knew it would be a long day.

After a month of constant quickies, you'd set a firm limit; no more than two a week. Which was generous, considering Steven's idea of a quickie wasn't very quick. He'd been needy all week, practically crawling in your lap for kisses and hugs.

He'd done a solid effort of waiting. For three days.

He was on you the moment you walked through the door, hands roaming and eyes silently begging for relief. You couldn't say no; by that point your pants were around your ankles. He'd sucked your clit into his mouth without a second thought.

Currently, he was staving off a boner he'd had for the last hour listening to you rant about your coworker. Steven gritted his teeth and crooked his fingers, urging you forward to pleasure. You heaved and sobbed, trying to overcome the sudden wave of warmth seeping from your cunt.

His hands were so perfect you wanted to cry. They stroked just right, hitting the right places not too hard or too fast, even in the rushed state. You moaned out praise, grinding onto his thumb. Steven nipped giddily at your ear, basking in the attention.

"Please," he rasped, pinching your clit. You sobbed into his shoulder, back thumping against the bookcase. He did it again, firmer. A final stab of golden heat into your core and you were gone. Cool wetness gushed onto his hand, pooling around his palm and dripping onto his shoes.

Steven hunched to catch your quaking legs, clumsily cramming his fingers into his mouth. He sucked and whined, humping into your hip. His cock was so hard it hurt; rubbing enthusiastically against his jeans. You could sense his urgency even in your blissed out state, and helped pull his length free. He gave an appreciative sigh as you slipped onto him, shuddering from relief.

"Thank you," he cried, and you petted his hair.

"Such g-good manners," you said sweetly, hissing as he bumped up the pace. Warmth enveloped your breasts when he latched onto your chest. His grip would leave bruises with how hard his was ramming you up and down on his cock, each thrust sending a licking heat up your legs.

You knew you weren't going to crest the peak again; this was all for him. As he furiously chased his high, length stroking hard and fast against your messy folds, you pressed as many sloppy kisses as you could to his face and neck. There was a ticklish spot beneath his ear, one that brought him to his knees.

You exploited this power greedily, sucking and nipping like your life depended on it. Steven howled and sank to the floor, turning your onto your stomach and slamming his hips forward. Your lungs tightened, making your choke. The cold floor stung your aching nipples and sent shivers across your bare stomach. He mumbled apologies, plastering himself on top of you to continue.

He was too excited. His thrusts too sharp, too hard. He was shoving the both of you up against the wall, a long, continuous moan tearing from his throat. oh oh oh ohohohokayokay oh-

Steven stuttered and whined, arching his back to feel your folds suck him deep, the gummy tension twisting perfectly around his sensitive length.

"'S great, love, really, oh it's so-"

You cut him off with a soothing hush, redirecting his focus to finishing. Steven thrust once, twice before he was through, tremors rocking his core as he pumped sticky seed all over you. He'd slipped out in his vigor, making a mess of the floor. His plush bottom lip was bleeding from the how forcefully he was trying to restrict the sounds.

He calmed with a few stuttered moans, still sucking your essence off his fingers. It pleased you to see him like this - finally taking what he wanted. You could work on boundaries later; his confidence was shining.

While you struggled to pull your slacks back up, he murmured an apology and reached out to help. You sat back and breathed, wiping the sweat from your cheeks.

"No- pull them up, Steven-" you scolded, realizing your pants were further towards your ankles than where they'd started. He giggled, playfully evading your defensive maneuvers. You tried to tug him away by the curls, but he got his wish, licking happily at your petals.

"Just cleaning up," he mumbled into your cunt, kissing your pearl delicately. You flinched, whimpering. He clicked his tongue, rubbing circles into your thighs. "I'll be gentle, don't worry."

The soft, warm strength of his tongue brought a smaller orgasm to light. It wasn't shattering - just a nice, lulling finale to the frantic coupling of earlier. You let the tide sweep you under, melting fully into his embrace. Steven smacked his lips, finally coming up for air.

He looked to you for assurance and you smiled, kissing his cheek. His brown eyes sparkled at you from the floor. Still coming down from the intense session, you stroked his cheek, hands shaking. Tomorrow you'd be wonderfully sore, but he could make up for it later.

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gone too long

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Prompt: Masturbation

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some angst (im sorry), masturbation, pillow humping, panty sniffing, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 3.2k

A/N: probably too long and emotional for kinktober but its my first time so bear with me please

You’ve been away for almost a week now. Steven tried to be good, he tried but it’s been so hard without you. He goes to bed alone, hard, surrounded by your scent and wakes up the same way.

He spends hours in the night writhing around in bed. He can’t sleep anymore, you always used to get him off after he came home from work and again before bed to help him sleep but now he just spends his time missing you, squeezing his throbbing cock, and crying for you as he palms himself to the edge of orgasm, unallowed to get himself over the edge.

He wakes up in more pain than when he went to sleep. His dreams are all about you, some sexual, some domestic, but they all make him hard. He cries for you some more before starting a painfully cold shower and setting off for the day. 

 If you were coming home tomorrow it’d be a different story. Steven would’ve stayed good, he would’ve waited for you, but he’s had a particularly hard day today, and amid all the commotion he forgot that you wouldn’t be there to comfort him. He’s thinking about you the entire bus ride home but it never clicks. He thinks about how he’ll stop you from cooking and order takeout, he’ll ask you to ride him as you guys wait, he’ll make sure you take it slow, savoring the way you guys feel together, how your bodies mold into one another perfectly. 

He fattens up in his pants as he unlocks the front door, he swears he can hear the TV on inside. He thinks about how you’ll tell him all about whatever new show you’ve found while he undresses you. 

He’s met with the most hollow feeling when he opens his door and reality stabs straight into his heart. 

Tears well in his eyes as he takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He keeps breathing slowly as he takes his shoes off, and as he puts his coat up. He starts breathing out through his mouth when the hollow feeling doesn’t leave, he keeps it up as he unpacks his bag, setting everything back in its proper place for the weekend, and he starts up a pot of tea. It’s all futile though, because his tears come pouring out the moment he sits on the bed, your faint scent gets pushed out of the cushioning and the hollow feeling becomes part of his bones. 

He can’t even function for the rest of the night, he turns the stove off through his watery gaze and buries himself in the blankets. Surrounding himself in your scent as he cries himself to sleep. 

He’s soft and sensitive when he wakes up, a state you know how to handle perfectly. But you’re not home. He has his usual morning delirium as he reaches out for you, reality slapping him as he feels your cold side of the bed. 

He rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face in your pillow- the only thing on the bed that still smells like you. 

Three more days. 

His cock is already twitching against the mattress as he huffs your scent, he whines at the stimulation. He wants to be a good boy. You asked him to wait for you, you said he could touch himself but you wanted his balls full for you. But you must not have understood how hard this would be for him. His hips are already grinding into the mattress. 

She won’t find out. Can’t. She’s not here.

He reaches out blindly for your side dresser, knowing you keep spare underwear in there. He feels something a bit hard and his head raises quickly to see what it is. His cock spasms at the sight. 

His mind flashes back to two weeks ago. One night, you and Marc were a little too drunk and way too needy. He pulled your panties to the side, fucked you, and let you soak it in your juices as he came over your stomach. He was too tired to clean you up so Steven took over after Marc fell asleep. You were sleeping so in an attempt to cause less of a commotion he just threw your panties in this drawer. He must’ve forgotten to get rid of it. 

Fuck. 

His hand is shaking as he brings it up to his face. There are dried white streaks of your arousal running all over the crotch, a small circle of it from where your pussy cried for him. He can’t help but moan at the sight and brings the fabric to his nose. It still smells like you, like her. His tongue is darting out to taste it before his brain has even finished processing your smell. His cock spurts out loads of pre-cum into his briefs as he starts to thrust against the bed again. He pushes your pillow down to his crotch with one hand as the other holds your old, dried panties to his face.

He feels so dirty as he does this, almost disgusted with himself but pleasure clouds his mind over as he feels the softness of your pillow on his pulsing dick. It’s comparable to how your pussy feels to him, not as warm and nowhere near as wet but just as soft.

He’s face first on the bed, your panties directly over his face the way your pussy would be, his tongue prodding at where your pretty little hole should be. He’s groaning out your name in half sobs, wishing you were here, wishing you were the one touching him because as good as this all feels… you still feel so much better. 

He feels the molten pleasure work its way up his spine, he feels his balls begin to throb with the load they’ve prepared. He feels it coming, he can feel how much there’ll be and a pang of guilt that he’s not saving it for you. He knows how much you love when he fills you up, how whiny you get when you’re packed full of his load, how you mutter his name on repeat, begging him to fill you up. 

But the thought just works him further to the edge, he can feel his muscles tighten as his dick starts to pulse, he feels relief just out of reach, and a small guilty smile spreads over his face at how good this is going to feel. His mind races through scenes of you, unable to choose one to cum to, your name rests on the tip of his tongue as his hips stutter into the pillow one last time before

nothing happens.

He can feel his orgasm at the tip of his cock, right there and he wants you. He forms scene after scene in his head of how many different ways you’ll touch him when you get back. He thinks about how many times you’ll make him cum, how you’ll coo over his overfilled, swollen balls, how you’ll apologize to him as you fuck him into oblivion but nothing gets close to how he feels when your hands are on him. He needs you.

The realization is accompanied by a teary whimper of your name into the pillow.

The teary whimper is followed by an angelic sound of “Steven?”

His head snaps up and he’s scrambling out of bed before he can rationalize the fact that you’re not supposed to be home for another four days. 

But you’re actually here. 

You’re smiling at him as you place your coat on the rack, your boots already off and eyebrows raised as you wait for him to make his way over to you. He’s standing in the doorway frozen. He thinks he’s lost it, that he was right, all these days without you did drive him insane. 

I told her this would happen. 

His eyes well with tears as he tries to will himself to see the truth. His fists are bunching at his sides, angry at the hope he felt when he thought he heard you calling his name, having already been riled up at his futile attempt at relief. 

You’re growing concerned under his indecipherable stare. “Steven?” He gasps and his eyes widen. You approach him slowly and cautiously, worried at this odd reaction. He takes a hesitant step toward you and gasps at the small amused smile that blooms on your lips. 

“Are you okay, Stevie? I wanted to surprise you but you seem-” You pause to look him up and down, finally taking him all in and noticing the bulge and wet patch in his pants. Your expression changes from shock to sultry disappointment. “You seem like you’ve been bad.”

His eyes are still wide and watery. “Are you really here?”

Your mask drops with a sad smile. “Of course I am, baby. Did you miss me that much?” He envelopes you in a hug, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent with a shaky groan. 

“I m-missed you so much. I’ve been good.” He’s already got that distant, airy, aroused tone as he speaks. “I didn’t cum. I- ” He’s started to grind against you already, his bulge pressing itself into your thigh over and over as he grips your shoulders. He’s moved to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your conditioner. “I wanted to- I tried.” 

His voice breaks at the end and you can’t stand it anymore. You grab the hair on the back of his head and roughly work him to your lips, relishing in the loud moan that breaks from his throat as your lips meet his. He’s trying to lick into your mouth immediately and you let him, you’ve missed the way he tastes. Only, when his tongue presses into yours, he tastes different… something familiar but it’s not him. You pull away confused and Steven’s lips chase yours with a whine. You have to hold his face away from yours to get his attention. 

“Steven, what is that?” He’s too delirious to understand what you’re asking, he just tilts his head like a puppy. You try not to let your endearment show through, attempting to be stern. “What’s that taste?” You can see his recognition flash over his face as he realizes what you’re asking but he starts shaking his head slowly and pulling you back in. “It’s just you, darling.”

You let him kiss you as you process, his words paired with the vaguely familiar taste let it click. You’re moaning into his mouth and pressing your thigh back into his weeping cock, earning a grateful moan from him. 

You walk him back to the bedroom desperately. You’ve been yearning for him as much as he has for you. You spent nights rolling around in bed, clit pulsing for him, unsatisfied with your ministrations. You tried fingering yourself but your fingers were nowhere near as long or as thick as his, you couldn’t hit the same spots he could. You tried. You push him onto the bed with a grunt and notice a pair of undies where your pillow should be. Confusion flies over your face before you look back at Steven, noticing his red face.

‘I tried’ 

The memory of what Steven said earlier finally makes sense to you. It also explained his desperate, disheveled state, why he was leaking and yearning for you. 

Arousal shoots between your legs like a jolt of electricity as you picture the scene; Steven grinding against- your pillow it seems- as he sniffed and licked at your panties. 

That’s why my taste was on his tongue…

Steven’s face is still burning red, looking anywhere but at you, as his hips uncontrollably twitch up for you, it brings a fond smile to your face. You take off your pants, matching him in your bottoms, and place yourself on his clothed bulge with a moan. You meant to tease him but it was already affecting you more than you anticipated. His hips are already thrusting into yours, his hands on your hips to hold you- press you down into him. He’s moaning out for you, whining about how good you feel but still trying to hide his face in his shoulder.

You give in and swivel your hips against him, earning a whole new level of volume from Steven. His hands aren’t just resting on your hips, they’re running all over your body wildly, grabbing and groping anything he comes across. You lean down to his ear and begin your questioning.

“So what are m- shit. What are my panties d-doing over here, S-Steven?” His name accidentally comes out as a moan as he drags your clit right over the tip of his dick. He’s not even looking at you, his eyes are fixed on where he’s rubbing you against himself, the way his tip dips into your soft skin and leaves streaks of his pre all along the fabric. His jaw is dropped open and little pants make their way past his wet lips. 

You can see this feral look in his eyes that you’ve never witnessed. He’s told you drunkenly how badly he craves you but you’ve never actually seen it, you’ve never really believed him. Like this, though? You can see what he was talking about. You can tell that he’s zeroed in on how good you’re making him feel, you don’t think he even heard you, too entranced with how he’s moving you along his cock. 

Your pussy clenches at the thought and he can feel it. He falls back against the bed with a groan before propping himself up on his elbows to pull you both back against the headboard. He whimpers at the momentary loss of friction but smiles once he can collapse onto the board while still staring at you. His hands come back to grip your hips, upset that you’ve stopped moving your hips without his help but you stop him. You lean forward on him, pressing most of your weight on his tip, he gasps and grips your arms with a moan. “Please! Oh Gods-”

You silence him with a short kiss, pulling away before he’s satisfied. He starts to mumble pleas to you again but your finger is pressed into his lips, he licks them, tasting your finger in the process and moaning at the taste of your skin. “Stevie…” You pause and he sighs at the sound of his name on your lips. “Did you use my underwear to get off?”

His eyes widen and dart to where they lay, exposed on the bed. You feel his cock twitch under you and you have to bite your lip to hold in a whine at the way it rubbed over your clit. He’s embarrased but turned on at the fact that he thought you’d never find out but you still did. The way that he could never hide anything from you, the way you don’t seem upset at the fact you caught him.

“I needed you so b- bad an’ you- an’ everything smells like you. I- I’m sorry.” He drops his head onto your shoulder as his hips slowly grind into you. “ ‘M sorry, alrigh’?” His accent gets heavier as he grinds into you more deliberately. “I just- I jus’ -oh I needed you so b-bad.” He whimpers into your neck, trying to muffle himself in there. You’re lost in the feeling, in his words as he humps his cock into you. He’s kissing along your neck, sometimes just licking at your sweat and moaning at the taste. His hips were starting to twitch and stutter into yours, his moans pitched up and his hands began to bruise into your skin. “I’m-”

You lift off of him. “No- Wh-y? P-please.” You ignore his plea and pull your shirt and underwear off as he scrambles to do the same. “Are we gonna-?” You smile at him softly and prepare for your confession. 

“I couldn’t get off without you, Steven.” You shift your weight nervously as he just stares at you. “I- My fingers aren’t enough anymore.” You whine at him and his cock jumps, leaking onto the sheets as he reaches out for you. He pulls you into a kiss and fumbles to take your bra off. He lets you climb over him again and moans into your mouth as you line him up with your soaked hole. “Put it in. Put it in- shit. P- put- ” He’s cut off by both your moans as you sink onto him. 

“Fuck I can t-tell your- fuck.” He whines out as you as you squeeze around him. “Your little fingers aren’t enough t’properly stretch you f’me hm?” His eyes roll back and his eyebrows draw inward as you grind onto his cock. You try to keep a steady pace but his tip is slamming right into your G-Spot, pressing into it no matter what he does, no matter how you move. Your legs give out halfway through a thrust and your body slams down onto him. He groans your name and hugs your body close, planting his feet on the mattress and fucking into you slowly.

“S’it too much?” You moan his name into his ear and his cock jumps inside you. “Fuck I’m-mm” His words get drawn into a whine as his thrusts slowly lose rhythm. Your pussy begins to clench on him, arousal coiling in your stomach at the telltale signs that he’s gonna cum. Steven’s hand comes to cradle your head into his neck, stoking your hair softly and whispering soft assurances and begs for you to cum around him. 

“‘M right here. I’ll take care of ‘ye, keep you nice an’ safe. C’mon. Give it t-to me.” Your orgasm explodes inside you like a solar flare. It bursts in your stomach and ripples throughout your whole body, moans are shoved from your mouth, almost deafening Steven with their volume and pitch but they only push him over the edge. His cock twitches violently inside you before releasing a torrent of cum. He tries to stay semi-calm as his orgasm crashes over him, his stomach won’t stop tensing under you and his mouth can’t shut. He can’t hold any of his moans in as his balls empty themselves inside you. 

He feels like it’ll never end, he’s at his peak for what feels like years. He can hear you distantly whining about how full you feel, about how much he’s filling you up. His hips have a mind of their own as he ruts into you pathetically, doing anything he can to prolong his euphoric high. He feels tears spring to his eyes, unable to believe that you could make him feel so good. He feels your lips over his mouth that’s propped open on a silent moan. He’s panting out whines down your throat as you whisper praises to him.

“W- It won’t stop. It- f-feels so go-od” He’s gasping at you as he speaks, his entire body shaking as his cock spurts out more ropes into you. You’re leaking all over his thighs, unable to hold all the cum he’s pumping into you. He moans out your name one last time before his body goes limp, and his cock finally stops spitting into you. He’s incoherent for quite some time, fading in and out of consciousness. 

He always whines out for you when he wakes up, sniffing and huffing until some part of you comes in contact with him. Once it does he’s pulling you into a crushing hug and doesn’t let go for at least another hour.

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couldn't resist - marc spector

cw: failed aftercare/pos, overstim intensely, a bit of begging, desperate moon boys, Bodily Fluid. cnc, both are in a consenting relationship

not...kinktober but definitely something.

You shifted, whining uncomfortably as Marc shifted your knees up to your chest. The muscles in your legs were Useless after Steven had pounded you into a pulp. Reduced to a melted mess, you spread limply over the soaked mattress. Steven had smothered you in kisses for a bit until you were both exhausted. Marc had fronted immediately after, patiently wetting a rag and swiping gently around your folds.

"Lay still," he murmured, stroking your knee comfortingly. "I don't wanna hurt you."

You tried to stop trembling, waves of aftershocks sending occasional shockwaves through your limbs. The torn edges of your focus slowly restitched themselves as the soothing warmth brushed over your raw skin. The rag was gone, and Marc had begun gently rubbing in lotion.

Deliriously, you curled into yourself. A nap sounded wonderful. He grunted and righted you, raising a dark eyebrow.

"Almost done, honey, just wait."

You huffed a petulant sigh. Your pussy ached for a break, even though Marc was being very gentle. Your pink folds were puffy and glistening, leftover arousal still leaking steadily. Steven had sucked you dry but the stimulation was a little too much. Marc hummed quietly, fingers trailing absentmindedly through the mess.

"M-Marc," you hissed, twitching away. He chuckled and the feeling disappeared.

"Sorry, got distracted," he said sheepishly. Carefully, he lowered your legs to the downy blanket. The dirty ones were hastily shoved to the unused side of the bed. Steven fucked you closest to the wall so he'd have something to brace against. How considerate - he'd left half of the bed free from cum.

Your eyelids were heavy while you watched Marc dispose of the rag and lotion. He returned shirtless and dressed for bed. You scrunched up tighter, muscles aching pleasantly.

"Spread your legs, baby, it'll feel better. You're adding to the pressure." Marc gripped your thighs and tugged you down, gently opening you up to the cool night air. You tensed, preparing for another round.

All done, no more teasing. After a moment, you relaxed, realizing he wanted you to calm down. Marc leaned against the bedframe, eyes trained on your blushing, fucked out form.

"You're so pretty," he cooed, a finger tracing your ankle. You smiled blearily and patted the mattress.

"Sleep w' me," you mumbled, tongue thick and throat raw. Marc didn't respond, mouth open slightly as he stared at your ruined cunt. His hand absently began stroking the bedpost, eyes dark and soulful. You whined louder.

"Marc."

His lusty gaze snapped to your face, something warm and hidden glowing inside.

"I love you," he murmured, "you know that?"

Confused, you nodded, still unsure why he hadn't joined you. Marc crawled over the bedframe and knelt over your legs, hands rubbing gently on your waist.

"Sorry, baby," he whispered in your ear, lips brushing your earlobe. Frowning, you tilted to look at him.

"Wha-"

He shucked his shorts and with a massive groan sheathed himself in your warm, abused core. You arched and hollered, nerves reigniting at the sudden sensation. Marc moaned and shuddered, hips pumping slowly as your folds sucked him in.

"I know, I know," he groaned, warm palms groping at your love-bitten breasts. The sticky heat of your pussy gripped him wonderfully, all soft and wet from Steven's round earlier. The whimpers and sobs rolling out of you were music to his ears as he fucked long and hard.

"C-couldn't resist," he hissed, biting back another moan, "you j-just ah looked so p-prettygodfuckuhh," the sudden pulse of your gummy walls made him seize up, shuddering to grip onto the headboard. Marc howled and ground harder, hips jutting into yours.

It was hot, raw pleasure inside. Your body and mind were warring - one drank in the pleasure and the other actively shunned it, twitching and moving away. Marc's strong hands kneaded into your pillowy thighs and you moaned loudly, pulsing around his length.

The hazy grip of pleasure was choking any logic from Marc's mind. He knew you needed rest; Steven had just fucked your brains out for two hours. But god when you stared at him with those big doe eyes and a positively dripping cunt...

He couldn't resist.

A painfully fast climax had you in a headlock, sending searing heat downwards. Waves of hot sticky slick poured out, ruining the fine job Marc had done of cleaning you up. The added heat made him shudder and groan, churning that syrupy mess inside. He wanted to nestle inside as far as he could go, drowning in pleasure and your musky heat. It was an addiction. He needed to feel every velvety smooth stroke inside.

"God, why, ugh, why right n-now?" you moaned, writhing under Marc's strong grip. He didn't respond, laser focused on the heavenly drag of your flesh against his. His thighs were shaking with the force of his pleasure.

"Jus' a little more," he grunted, ravenously devouring your plush lips. The honey-sweetness of your mouth coupled with the succulent feel of your silky cunt was a lethal combination. He'd have to sprint to last long enough.

Even in your state, Marc knew you could take it. Steven was gentle with you even at his worst. Whatever he'd done to you earlier wasn't close to your limit.

So he pounded harder, rocking the mattress with the pistoning of his hips. Each thrust made a loud, wet sound against your raw pussy. The bounce of your tits demanded attention, which he happily provided. The added stimulation sent you spiraling.

You could feel your insides molding around him, gasping deep when he stroked under your sternum. The thick, raw energy that rolled off of your boyfriend had you drooling, slumping into his grip. Marc took the hint and flipped you flat on your back.

The mattress squeaked in protest to his pace, your hips punching into the soft fabric. Any hopes of salvaging the sheets were....not a priority.

Marc whimpered and ground up higher, trying to fuse himself to you. The inebriating heat of your cunt was making him stupid, humping and moaning like a dog. You were divine like this, flushed and utterly ruined underneath him. The stiff peak of your clit flared and pulsed with need.

He dragged a calloused thumb over your pearl, sending another crippling wave of pleasure up your spine. You flexed and gushed around his length, stirring the magma in his stomach. Time was all mushy and Marc struggled to slow himself.

Pace yourself, slow down, he remembered. But it was too much, too hot, too wet and tight and-

"Oh h-hell," he choked, cock pulsing and blushing red as he staved off his climax. He knew you were close, and the thought of finishing together was too good to pass up.

"Come on," he urged, stroking your clit and sucking on your jaw, "you can do it, baby, come on-"

Limbs locking tight with pleasure, you sailed over the hurdle, soaking his lap with your slick. Marc rutted and throbbed into you, muffling his moans in your neck. His aborted thrusts pushed his spend back inside, gushing and sticking obscenely on your thighs.

"Oh, sweet thing made a mess, huh?" his voice teased as you shuddered and hiccupped. Your response was severed by the dragging sensation of him drawing backwards. You wailed, your overstimulated folds weeping his seed and yours. The creamy slick glistened on your red, aching flesh.

Icing on a cake, Marc thought blissfully, mindlessly rolling his hips into a pillow. You saw his slowly hardening length and dragged in a slow breath. A fat, wet tear bubbled down your cheek as you met his dark gaze.

"B-but-"

"M sorry," he breathed, reaching for you, "it's so hard to stop..."

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reflejo

jake lockley x female!reader

summary: your boyfriend refuses to tell you why he got a mirror installed into the ceiling of his limo. instead, he’d much rather show you.

a/n: *not my pic, it’s from pinterest* y’all this may just be my trashy threshold. like we got jake for .2 seconds and I told myself I didn’t have enough on him to write a full-length fic, but here we fucking are. also this was inspired by a post I saw that said jake is the type to have a mirror on his ceiling and closer by nine inch nails (do with that what you will). so fucking strap yourselves in this, cause good god this is something else.

warnings: porn. no plot, just pure fucking porn. I can’t really explain myself on this one, guys, it’s just horny shit. +18 content. unprotected p in v; use of mirrors 👀; multiple positions = multiple rounds/multiple orgasms; over-stimulation; tit-fucking; fingering; very rough sex; spanking; oral sex (m receiving)/facefucking; creampie; mutual masturbation (jake wants her to watch herself); nipple-play; praise kink; crying; spit kink; light choking; cock-warming; slight exhibitionism; lotta fucking dirty talk; pet names; swearing; when the cars-a-rockin, don’t come-a-knockin; it’s a long one guys.

word count: 5k (I’m not sorry)

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“Take them off.”

Your teeth clamp down on the straw of your drink in surprise. “What?”

Slowly, you look to Jake.

He’s leaned all the way back in his seat, one hand on the wheel with the other in his lap. He’s looking at the road, monitoring the intersection. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought you imagined it. You would’ve shaken the whole thing off and gone back to sipping on your milkshake. But then his breathing grows hoarse, and his gaze slides over to you.

Without any effort, it holds you there; traps you in a corner as his tongue glides over his teeth.

“I said, take them off.”

Setting your drink down you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow at him. “Take what off?”

He doesn’t say anything back to you. Instead, he simply looks down to where the condensation from the cup dripped onto your jeans. You frown. There’s hardly anything there, just a couple drops of a darker blue on your thigh. Spots that will inevitably dry in a matter of minutes.

But knowing Jake, the smallest thing gets him going. And as you meet his ravenous stare, your pulse quickens. Because you know him.

And you know he’s not asking.

“Jake, honey, you should be paying attention to the road.” You mumble, uncomfortably shifting in your seat as you grow more hot and bothered.

He hums, eyes retreating back to the red street light. “I can multitask, princesa.”

You gulp, becoming incredibly conscious of how exposed you are in the passenger seat. Cars line either side of you, and you realize if anyone of them looked they’d be able to see the two of you. Could easily see the activities Jake is suggesting.

“Princesa,” his voice is a warning without malice. A chilling, even tone that raises goosebumps across your skin. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t even know you were holding in.

If this is what he wants…

You unbuckle your seatbelt, and the sound makes his face twitch ever-so-slightly. He doesn’t watch you as he starts the car back up and lurches forward, but you can tell he knows exactly what you’re doing.

He’s waiting for it.

Lifting the lower half of your body, you unbutton and unzip your jeans, shimmying them down your thighs until you’re just in your underwear and your pants sit at your ankles.

You catch him smile then—a devilish, appeased grin that quirks up the corners of his mouth. Raising his free hand to his mouth, he then pulls off his one glove with his teeth.

“Keep your eyes forward, cariño. Don’t want anyone to know what we’re up to, d’you?”

You nod, unable to trust your voice as his warm hand comes into contact with your thigh. Long, thick fingers clutch your leg and begin to massage the soft flesh there.

As he assured you earlier, his attention remains on the road. With ease, his one hand turns the wheel and navigates the mid-day traffic, while the other inches up to the waistband of your panties.

His fingers dip beneath the elastic and you gasp at the contact of his fingers grazing the skin just above your mound. And then, as slow as he can possibly be, his fingers stroke your folds; sliding along your seam as he spreads around your arousal.

He huffs and swallows: his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion. “Mierda, hermosa. You’re this wet already? I haven’t even touched you…” He makes a sound of faux disappointment then. “Good thing, I like it like that.”

You don’t respond, not even sure if you could. So you choose to physically react; to allow your hips to buck upward into his palm until he’s firm against you.

Your heaving, strangely so from what little he’s actually done. But you are in fact desperate. A needy little thing that needs his fingers inside you. Stroking and touching you anywhere and everywhere.

And what’s worse?

You know he knows this.

It makes the game the two of you play dangerous, especially depending on his mood. On whether or not he feels like rewarding you, or just straight up punishing you.

You guess you’ll have to wait and see.

But for now, you rely on the twinge of pleasure that rubbing yourself against him brings. Your hand wraps around the door handle to steady yourself as you grind on his hand. You moan quietly, head thrown back into the headrest of the chair as that pleasure increases.

But the second you grab his hand in an effort to shove him down further, you realize you’re fucked.

Because he didn’t like that.

Jake pulls away from you, this time, using both hands to park the car in an empty lot. The second the car is shut off he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and throwing the door open.

Oh, he really didn’t like that.

Shivering, you try to pull your pants back up. Enough that they cover you up, but not to the point where you’d have to undo them again. Because you know he’s going to rip them off anyway.

Your door is thrown open, and there’s Jake—standing before you with an angry look on his face and a growing hard-on that sits right at eye-level.

“Get out,” he grumbles, and you do as your told. Then he’s slamming your door shut, and opening the back one. The two of you stand there, staring at each other. You look at him with anticipation, but he just regards you with impatience.

“I’m not waiting all day, princesa.”

He’s mumbling to himself as you climb into the back, incoherent Spanish that you can’t quite pick up on.

You take a seat at the furthest end of the limo, watching him as he locks the door and chucks off his hat. But then your eyes catch the light on the carpeted floor. It’s a bright white sliver of light against black. Unmistakably out of place.

It takes you a moment to find the source, as you look everywhere for it. Until…your eyes gloss over it. You almost dismiss it, nearly not registering it in time.

A large, rectangular mirror that you’ve never seen before rests in the middle of the ceiling. Yours and Jake’s reflection refracts in it: a weird, flipped distortion of the two of you.

When the fuck did he get that?

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” His voice pulls you from your train of thought, back to reality where he leans over you. Taking a knuckle, he runs it over the curve of your cheek before pressing his mouth into the base of your neck.

“Why do you have it?” He chuckles menacingly against your skin, biting bruises into your collarbone.

“You’re smart, corazón… Figure it out.”

His hands are then working at your jeans, ripping them down your legs and tossing them to the other end of the limo. He’s slow in his movements and in his words, and somehow that feels off. Typically, Jake rushes. A frenzied mess of clacking teeth and rouge limbs as he fucks you into oblivion.

But this is different. You can feel it in the tips of your fingers and in your toes. He has other plans—other torturous ideas—for today.

But the mirror…

Oh.

He kneels before you then, dragging his mouth from the inside of your ankle all the way to your inner thigh. “Get down here already.”

With half a mind, you fall to the ground, allowing him to flip you over onto your back. You watch him in confusion as he leaves you to sit where you were. He works at unbuttoning his own pants and kicking them off before looking at you.

“Now, since you clearly don’t want my help—“ Fuck. “—Since you’d much rather get off by yourself…why don’t you, hm? Why don’t you show me how the princesa wants to be touched.”

“Jake, I’m so—“

“No.” He growls. “If you want to make it up to me, do what I ask… Go on, baby. Fuck yourself.”

Unease settles in the pit of your stomach as you look up at your reflection. Red picks at your skin in embarrassment as your body curls in on itself.

You’ve never done this before, have never entertained watching yourself or having someone else watch you. But you know if you asked, Jake would stop immediately. If you really didn’t want this, Jake wouldn’t either.

So the fact that he sits and stares; waiting for you to make the first move says something.

So with as much confidence as you can muster, you hook your thumbs beneath the hem of your underwear, pulling them down slowly. Your thighs stay clenched together, as you flick them off the fabric with your ankle. The sight of your dripping pussy is open and bare; presented to him like you’re a display.

A private display that he gets to keep all to himself.

You’re hesitant as your hand grazes your belly and snakes down to your slit. Taking a deep breath, you go to touch your clit, but then Jake clears his throat.

“Remember, hermosa, this is for you. All for you. So make sure to watch yourself.”

Your breath hitches at his words. At their indication. It’s then that your knees fall apart subconsciously. Opening yourself up to the building intensity in the air. Guiding your hand down your seam, you then begin to caress your folds. A strangled sigh escapes you, relief immediately knocking the wind out of your lungs.

You look back up to the mirror and catch the effortless look of contentment on your face. The way your eyes droop and your lips purse naturally. You’re hyper-aware of how focused Jake is on you; on the show, you’re giving him. You desperately want to watch him, to see the way he darkens while salivating. But you follow his instructions, keeping your eyes to yourself.

Your breaths are shallow; nipples pebbling under the fabric of your bra. You want to take it off. To try to cool down from the heat that courses through you, but you can’t remove your hand away from your cunt. It’s as though it has a mind of its own.

Your thumb rubs your clit in small, tight circles while your middle finger teases your hole. Clenching over nothing, you ache for your own hand to finally satisfy what you’ve been so badly craving.

And so you so slowly push it in. You let out a sharp gasp, hips rolling until your entire finger is inside you. You then pull out slowly, mindful of how Jake has a perfect view of your arousal leaking out of you. You do that a couple more times before adding a second finger and curling them in your channel.

Whimpering, your other hand cups your breast, squeezing it with an elongated sigh.

“Fuck, cariño.”

Your eyes shoot to Jake, only to see him with his cock out and lying flat against his palm. His shirt is long discarded, sitting in the pool of clothes at his feet.

He sits erect, dick practically touching his stomach as his fingers squeeze himself. He lets out a hiss, eyes finding yours.

“What did I say, hermosa.”

Your head falls back to the floor. “Keep your eyes—“

“Keep your eyes on the fucking mirror.” You let out a huff and go back to riding your hand: revelling in the feeling. It feels good—fucking great to finally give your pulsing bud attention. But it’s still not enough.

You want more. You want him.

But this, in and of itself, is punishment. You grabbed his hand to fuck yourself with and now, he’s going to wait until you cum on your fingers before he even thinks about laying a hand on you.

It’s fucking irritating. Because now you’re too distracted. There’s no way you can focus on your own body when you’re too preoccupied with the way Jake touches his. He doesn’t do much more than pump himself; slowly spreading the precum all down his length. But with the over-exaggerated sounds he makes for you, you can’t help but get fired up.

You can tell this amuses him. Can see it in the permanent mischievous glint in his eyes that he knows you can’t cum now. That you’re nowhere near that peak.

He finds it funny.

Ironic.

And no matter how many times you look up to yourself in the mirror; no matter how dirty it is to watch your own hand slip between your thighs, you just can’t feel it.

You need him. So you might as well suck up to him.

Literally.

Sitting up suddenly, you stare him down. He doesn’t say anything. No sarcastic quip or harsh demand to keep doing what you’re doing.

He’s a fox. A hungry predator who sits and waits because he knows he’ll get what he wants, how he wants it.

You then throw off your shirt and unclasp your bra before crawling over to him. He watches you intently, eyeing the way you shift on the backs of your legs as you sit in front of him; on how your eyes glance between him and his cock.

“Having a hard time enjoying yourself, muñeca?” You cross your arms over your bare chest, looking at him through your eyelashes; feigning innocence in the way you know he likes. He chuckles to himself, leaning down to your level. “Or is it that you finally realize I do it better?”

You groan watching his cock bob as he sits back. The man then gestures to you, and down to his dick. “Why don’t you fix the little mess you made, —.”

It’s the one time he’s ever said your name during sex. And for a moment, a brief second, you think Marc’s fronting. Because Marc calls you by your name.

But you know better. Because Marc isn’t this evil.

Regardless, Jake calling you by your name is completely different. So it’s a powerful sign.

A sign that he wants you just as much as you want him.

Stretching your body upward, you puff your chest out, and he slips his dick along your breastbone. Taking the hint, you close your shoulders, pushing your breasts together until he groans. You arch your spine gently, squishing his cock between the mounds of flesh.

“Goddammit, cariño.” He spits. His cock moves with his hips, and in doing so, bumps your chin with every thrust. The fat head hits your bottom lip over and over again.

But then your jaw falls slack. You create a small opening for him. An invitation. And he takes it without hesitation.

If Jake Lockley had a plan for going slow; for fuelling the embers to your collective fire, that was no longer the case.

Because the second your lips wrap around him, he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair, and guiding you back and forth on him.

Forcing your tongue to the bottom of your mouth, you inhale deeply through your nose to avoid gagging. Though it’s hard because of his size. It’s hard to hollow your cheeks around his girth; hard to focus on anything other than the way he keeps hitting the back of your throat.

You try to tease him. To cup his balls as you trace the tip with your tongue. But Jake had staked claim to your mouth a long time ago. So all you could do was sit there and take it. Allow him to fuck your mouth until your eyes and your cunt are soaked.

His grunts are harsh as his hips roll up into your mouth. Spit covers his cock, drips down your chin and glistens beneath the mirror every time he pulls out and slams back into you.

“Tal un boca bonita,” he mumbles, running his thumb over the side of your stretched-out mouth. “Such a good girl for me.”

Tears have begun to pool in the hollow of your throat, and the sight only seems to spur him on. Holding your head in place with both hands—one on your chin and the other tugging on your scalp—his hips buck wildly. He grows bigger, gets harder on your tongue and you can tell he’s close.

The incoherent mumbling comes back. Words that, you aren’t even too sure are Spanish, sound more like breathy moans as he fucks your mouth through his release.

Warmth fills up the back of your throat, and the salty taste of both his sweat and his cum coats your tastebuds as he pulls out.

Recollecting himself, he tries to even out his breathing. His still hard cock rests on his thigh (regardless of how much of him you just swallowed), practically perking up at the sight of you and your coated thighs.

Jake drags a clammy hand down his face and wipes away the sheen on his forehead. When he comes to—when he sees the sight of your fucked out face, the sticky smear on your lips and your tousled hair, he smiles.

Grabbing your face, he forces his tongue past your teeth and explores your mouth. He kisses you with as much force as his dick, and somehow it’s even filthier than swallowing his seed.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that, cariño?” He bites at your nose. “So.” Nips your chin. “So.” Sucks on the skin underneath your ear. “Beautiful… Hermosa.”

You sigh in response, eyes fluttering shut as he ushers you backward, until you’re flat against the ground again, and he’s hovering above you. Dragging his tongue over your clavicle, past your shoulder and down the valley of your breasts, he settles there.

His hands smooth over your thighs and stomach until they’re groping you; kneading the tissue near your sternum. “I’m gonna take care of you, muñeca. Promise.” And with that, his tongue swirls around your left nipple, while his fingers flick your right one. It’s a combination of sucking, pulling, and twisting until you’re gasping for air beneath him.

His cock twitches against your hip, resting on your thigh as he continues his assault.

“Shit, Jake,” you whisper. Your hands fly to the nape of his neck as he switches breasts, giving the same amount of attention to your right until both your nipples are raw. You feel your slick spread everywhere, as his hot hand presses itself to your ribcage. An effort to keep you still as he tugs on you, sucking mark after mark into your side.

He’s hips are gently moving against your pelvis, stroking his dick along your smooth skin until he’s ready. Until he’s sure it’s the right time. Except, he’s getting impatient with himself.

Because this is all he’s wanted to do since he woke up today, was to have you screaming at your reflection in the mirror while he fucked you silly.

But he’s more controlled than that.

Because he wants to have you a pliable sweating mess before he absolutely ruins you with his cock.

“I think it’s about time I fucked you, huh, princesa? Are you ready for that? Ready to be filled with something other than those pretty little fingers of yours?” You cry out, a loud whimper that racks your entire body as you nod fervently into his shoulder.

His grin is menacing. A sharp flash of teeth as the tension builds. As the excitement and the rush shoot down to his cock.

Sitting on his knees, he pulls you up to meet him. Your breathing is heavy against his ear as he separates your legs, adjusting your body until you’re straddling him completely.

Your skin feels like it’s on fire; a smouldering blaze beneath his rough palms.

“Up,” he snaps his fingers at you, tearing you from your haze. You do as he says, lifting your hips enough for him to manoeuvre his length. The head sits just at your entrance causing your heartbeat to stutter. He holds himself there for a moment, though it isn’t out of courtesy. It isn’t out of pity or waiting for you to get your bearings.

It’s just a ploy to make sure you’re truly aching for him. That you need his cock as much you say you do.

You shift, languidly moving your hips in hopes he’ll accidentally slip into you. “Ah-ah, no, cariño.” He holds your body up above him in a tight, bruising grip. “I thought we already went over this.” Pointing a finger at you, he waves it in your face. “It’s my turn. So, I’m gonna fuck you the way I want. And you,” his other hand digs into the globe of your ass. “—aren’t gonna’ bitch about it. Got it?”

You nod feebly, while Jake shakes his head.

You hear the sound before you feel the smack. Though it takes hardly any time for the sting to spread to your lower back. Especially when Jake spanks you again. “I want you to use your words, hermosa.”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll—I’ll be good. Just…just please, Jake—“

He slams your body down without warning, fully sheathing himself into you. All sense breadth are ripped from you. The feeling of being full, of that stuttering sensation from having no time to adjust, holds you hostage. Though, he does keep you there; keeps you both still all while being entangled.

You expect him to move, to begin bouncing you on his lap, guiding your sore ass up and down. But he doesn’t. He’s a man full of surprises: no matter how pleasurable or fucking painful they are.

He’s testing you; wanting to see if you’ll submit to him as he asked. If you’ll willingly surrender all control to him, or if he’ll have to pry it out of you piece by piece. He studies you, grim features roaming over your face to see if you’ll show any signs of disobedience.

…And he comes up with nothing.

Typically, you’ll challenge him—match his energy until both of you are clawing at each other for that sweet release. But today is not that day. Because your body throbs in frustration. The carnal desire for him, the way you crave him, grows more painful by the second.

And you’re convinced, if you don’t have him now, you just might die. And you’ll be damned if you died before that man could give you the last most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

So you bite your tongue and stare right back at him. Still and unwavering. Waiting—patiently waiting—for him to decide what he wants.

Satisfied, he takes two handfuls of your hips and lifts you up before slamming you back down onto him. A loud, resounding slap of his balls against your ass echoes throughout the empty limo, sending shockwaves up your spine. You’re elated beyond your limits as he builds up his pace, moving in and out of you in hard, deep ruts.

Your whole body bounces upwards with his movements. Up and down. As though he follows the continuous melody of your high-pitched whines and his hoarse groans. It’s a visceral experience, one that doesn’t feel real the more he touches you.

“Look at you, corazòn…” he grabs your hair and yanks your head backward so that way you’re facing the ceiling. You catch his gaze in the reflection, quickly taking note of how fucking hot he looks.

He keeps you leisurely bouncing in his lap, occasionally rolling his hips forward to pull that delicious moan from you that makes your head fall back. You watch yourself react to him so easily; so receptive to every bite on your collarbone and every time your hips cant together.

“You’re doing so good, cariño. So good for me…” He forces you down even harder onto him, repeating the motions until you nearly go numb. “Wanted you to see how fucking pretty you look when you cum.”

You’re falling into him then, chin hooking itself over his shoulder and arms locking his head in place as he shoves into you again and again. Your moans have grown almost completely silent, stuttered as they tumble out of your mouth.

“You gonna cum for me?” He breathes into your neck. “Huh? You gonna’ cum all over my cock?” You’re frantically nodding again, hoping he feels the vibrations of your guttural moan into his skin. Hoping he takes that as enough of response because you simply can’t speak.

“I know you wanna cum’, hermosa. C’mon. Be a good girl and cum for me.” With a chuckle in your ear, he gives your ass one final well-placed smack. It jolts you forward and causes your clit to brush over his abdomen, sending you over the edge. With a loud gasp, you bite down onto his shoulder, allowing the waves of your release to wash over you. Your hips buck crudely as you ride out your high, rolling into him until you stop altogether.

You let out a sigh as your body releases its tension, collapsing into Jake’s strong grip. He presses a kiss into your forehead (a rare tender moment he indulges himself in when he thinks you’re not paying attention), then lies you down on your back. He stays stuffed in you, refusing to pull out even as he reevaluates the situation; as he collects himself.

He hovers over top of you, both hands beside your head as his body cages you in. The feeling of his dick pressing into you this way rips a low hum from your throat.

Nipping at your bottom lip, he brushes sweaty hair off your forehead, tucking it neatly behind your ear. He pulls on your lip with his teeth, licking over the sensitive skin as he loses himself in the feel of your kiss and the remnants of his cum in your mouth.

Exhaling sharply, he finally pulls out of your throbbing cunt so that way he can kneel before you.

“I think…” his fingers dance along your ribcage, as he clicks his tongue. He’s lost in thought, absentmindedly talking to himself in Spanish as he looks over your spent figure. He’s weighing his options; considering his next move. Because he’s not fully satisfied. And truly, neither are you. Because he’s painfully hard and you’re still painfully wet.

He lights up suddenly, as an idea crosses his mind. The giddiness in his face is an interesting juxtaposition to his usual sternness. “No he terminado contigo.”

You roll your eyes at him.

No matter how many times he spoke to you in Spanish (which was the majority of the time), you could never pick up on any of it. Could never understand what he said to you late at night when he thought you were sleeping.

You always considered Jake to be a man of few words. Always thought of him to be Marc and Steven’s alter that seemed to be less than human. A robot, of sorts. But oddly enough, when it came to sex and Spanish, he proved to actually be quite vocal.

A fact you weren’t expecting until the first time he had eaten you out. A time where he had a full one-sided conversation with you into your cunt. It didn’t matter that he was good with his mouth. It didn’t matter that you violently came on his face from the vibrations. All that was important, was that you couldn’t understand him then, and you still can’t now.

Though, as he pulls you down by your ankles, you can imagine where he’s going with this.

“You were so good for me, muñeca. So, so good…” Spreading you once again, he grabs a hold of his cock—still drenched in your arousal—and lines himself up at your hole again. “I promised you I would fuck you properly if you were good…” The thick head breaches you, twitching inside as he adjusts himself. “After all…” he slowly pushes himself further, your fluttering walks sucking him in until he’s pressed into you at the hilt. “I am a man of my word.”

Taking both of your knees, he tucks them under his arms, lifting your entire lower half in the air to meet his fully stretched-out torso. Even kneeling, he towers over you; swarming your senses as he picks up directly where he left off. He starts off at a brutal pace, thrusting into you far quicker than before; grasping at any skin he can reach to anchor you to him. It’s ragged, rushed and dirty. Filthy, beyond compare.

It’s Jake.

The post-orgasm soreness in your legs and hips melts away into something…unexplainable. It’s a different feeling, a different kind of pleasure that you’ve never experienced before. An amplified version of the intensity that keys itself tighter and tighter. It’s an unfamiliar, mind-numbing pressure that blooms from your pussy, up to the rest of your body. It’s heavy and all-encompassing; the quick drag of his cock building and adding to the increasing weight in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck… Such a pretty pussy.” Another thrust. “So fucking—“ and another, “tight. Joder, hermosa.” His back arches as his hips drive forward into you; into your swollen, puffy folds at a bruising pace. You can tell he’s aching to spill inside of you. To have you cum on his cock for the second time while he fills you up to the brim.

And from the way your voice has given way to loud cries, wanton moans and near screams tells you that he’ll get exactly what he wants.

“Fuck, Jake. Oh my—fuck, harder. Please. Please, fuck me. ….” You cry. “Please, make me cum.”

His eyes meet your half-lidded ones. He can see that you’re close again. Can see how sweat rolls off your forehead and the way your skin flushes a deep red. You nearly convulsing; trembling as he fucks into you. He knows you’re there for him. Because of him.

A new look of determination flashed across his face. Messy curls cast shadows over already dark eyes as they zero in on you. With a tick of his jaw and a clench of his stomach, he hikes your legs up further and leans over you, nearly folding you in half like a piece of paper.

Wailing at the new position, you slam your head into the floor with a loud thud. Jake takes the opportunity, and wraps a large hand around your throat, holding you still. Applying just the right amount of pressure, your mind slips into a fog.

You’re gasping, agonizingly so, as you paw at Jake’s chest, trying to gain some sort of control. Except you can’t. Because you are a complete mess. More so than before. Crying and babbling his name over and over as he pistons into you at this new angle. Every time his cock slams into your cervix, your pelvis raises into him. He moves so quickly, that you don’t even have time to breathe every time he bottoms out.

Your legs lock around his shoulders, so high-up on his back that you worry your body will break in half; splintering millions of delicate shards.

But regardless of your minuscule worry, Jake moves so unaffectedly. His strong body pounds into you relentlessly, bending you at the hips on his cock as though he won’t get another chance to do so. As if this is your last time together.

Though after today, after learning what he can fucking do, you know for certain this won’t be your last time.

His hand moves up your throat and takes hold of your chin, squeezing your cheeks together with his fingers. “Open up, cariño.” The second the thin line of your mouth breaks, he’s spitting inside of it, tongue following suit.

You feel the electricity consume your veins, spreading throughout every part of your body like a forest fire. The flames of your orgasm lick at your pelvic bones, teasing and taunting and raging on with every snap of Jake’s hips.

He’s grunting in your ear, way past the point of being able to talk to you and way too enraptured with the sight of your fucked out face.

You’re both there. The onset of your impending releases makes you both manic. The feeling of bliss is so close and so sweet, that you can practically taste it.

Looking up at the ceiling, you see yours and his reflection again…

…And the sight is obscene.

You watch the rapid movements of his hips, the rippling of the muscles in his back, and the way he so easily engulfs all of you. He’s massive. Truly, the only part you can see of yourself is your trembling legs and your head, that pokes out from beneath his broad shoulders. Your face twists with pleasure, with the elated buzz you’ve slipped into, as Jake continues to lightly squeeze the sides of your throat.

To say your reflection is pornographic would be an understatement.

You’re crying again, pent-up tears slipping down your cheeks as your body shakes. “M’so close, Jake. So, so, so fucking close. Please, please—wanna cum. Wanna…wanna…holy…fucking shit, oh, fuck!”

As though a bucket of cold water was dumped on you, your orgasm rips through your body; tearing and shredding at any piece of you that was left untouched. The fire in your belly scorches you, leaving scars and burns in its wake. You’re screaming in response, though you’re so far gone your voice sounds like it’s millions of miles away.

As your climax slaughters you, it also claims Jake as its next victim. He’s slamming into you, bristling at the vibration of your cries until his cock tightens and spills.

Your shared warmth drips out of your fluttering hole, only to be fucked back into you as Jake slowly moves, possessed by the lasting end of his own orgasm.

“Fuck, cariño, that—“ it’s his turn to collapse on top of you. Though he’s far more careful to avoid squishing you beneath the dead weight of his aching limbs.

You both are breathing heavily, grasping for any of the thinned-out air that hangs in the back of the stuffy limo. Desperately trying to refill your body with oxygen and not the smell of sex.

Jake lies beside you, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder while rubbing soothing circles into the curve of your hip.

Your head turns to look at him. “I like the mirror.”

He laughs then. It’s a lovely yet rare sound that rattles your bones and makes your heart burst.

“Es todo para ti, mi corazòn. Todo por ti.”

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Translations

reflejo - reflection

mierda - shit

joder - fuck

tal un boca bonita - such a pretty mouth

no he terminado contigo - I’m not done with you

es todo para ti; todo por ti - it’s all for you; everything for you

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Prized Possession

Marc Spector + Steven Grant X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested By @lonelyisamyw-0love

Kinks - Possessiveness + Double Penetration

Summary

Your boyfriends Steven and Marc finally give you something you've wanted to try.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, the boys are in separate bodies, the boys are not related, poly relationship, double penetration, anal, p in v sex, p in v creampie, anal creampie, squirting, praise kink, soft marc, sex, smut

Word Count: 1,209

You, Steven and Marc had talked about this before, but you hadn’t done it until today. You’d been dating for a while, but you’d never taken them both at once, they usually took turns, and that was always fine with you, but not today. Today, you were on your back, laying against Marc’s chest with Steven in front of you. Steven’s hands were holding the backs of your knees, keeping you spread out for them.

“We got you all good and ready ahead of time baby, so this shouldn’t hurt too much, okay?” Marc said softly in your right ear.

You nodded, “okay.”

“I can feel you shaking love, you sure you’re ready for—”

“She can take it, she’s fine,” Marc cut him off with a forceful tone, “you can take anything right, honey? Just make sure to breathe through it.”

You took a deep breath and nodded again, closing your eyes as Marc pushed through your well prepped, lesser used hole. Your eyes shot open wide, meeting with Steven’s beautiful but concerned gaze. You gave him a gentle but wobbly smile to reassure him that you were fine.

He looked down, seeing Marc’s thick length disappearing into you, stretching your hole out around him. Steven impatiently lined himself up to your cunt, feeling the slick of your arousal coating his girth while he dragged it over your folds. Steven’s grip around the backside of your knees tightened as he slid forward, bottoming himself out inside your wet heat. His entire body trembled as he felt Marc through the thin barrier.

“Oh shit, love.”

The three of you let out a unified and pleasure filled groan into the apartment. They began alternating thrusts, pistoning back and forth into you at a moderate pace, letting you get used to having yourself stuffed with both of them at once. Steven tossed his head back, messy curls falling into his eyes while Marc kissed the side of your neck, just below your earlobe from behind you. You’d never felt so full in all your life, you felt like no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t breathe properly. 

“How’s that feel, honey? How’s it feel being fucked in both of your little holes, hm? I can feel you squeezing so tight around me…fuck.” The breath in his lungs punched out, hot on your cheek.

“I feel so…so full, Marc. So. Full.” You grabbed Steven’s strong biceps for stability while his hands stayed firmly around the back of your thighs, holding you open.

“Shit, you feel that Steven? Baby if you don’t relax I’m not going to l-last.” Marc reached one hand up to squeeze around your breast and the other moved between your legs, fingers rolling over your swollen clit.

You arched into them both, angling in a way that made Steven shudder and glide in deeper, bumping your cervix on the next thrust.

“Oh my—love, you feel so good, look how well you’re taking us. These tight little holes are always so good and ready for us love, they know who they belong to, right? That’s why you drip like a little fountain when we take you, yeah?”

“Y-yeah, yes Steven—ohhh!”

“You’re doing so good, such a good girl for us, honey. Taking us both so well.” His middle finger continued to glide over your hardened clit, moving faster now.

“Can feel you Marc, fuckin’ her so good, can feel it on my—oh I can feel it inside her. Go faster please.” Steven looked at you with lust etched into every pore, “you can take it right love? Been doing great so far, it just feels so…please Marc, fuck—please.”

You whimpered as Marc started fucking you faster at Steven’s command, both cocks punching into you at an unforgiving pace. Marc shushed you, nipping your neck softly and moving his finger over your clit in a more satisfying motion. You felt the unmistakable burning in your core…you were getting close.

Marc could feel Steven too while he thrusted harder and faster into your ass. He knew you’d tell him if it was too much. Your shaky moans and whimpers of pure intoxicated pleasure told him you were doing more than fine. 

“Oh love, your sounds are so pretty, that must feel good, yeah? Having two big cocks fuckin’ both your holes at once? You look so lovely.”

Steven looked down at where you were connected and tilted his head. Your pussy lips were swallowing his girth, while your tight rim did the same for Marc. He could see how your arousal dripped out of your hole, trickling over his cock and leaking down onto Marc’s length. You were wetter than he’d ever seen you. When he looked back into your eyes, you looked like a cock drunk mess…just how they liked you.

“You doing alright, honey? Oh fu—of course you are, can feel you about to—oh there you go, feel that, Steven? There you go baby, let it out.”

You were nearly screaming, body tensing while they continued fucking both of your holes through your orgasm. You threw your head back, feeling Marc latch his lips down over your throat. Your mind stopped working completely.

Steven’s and Marc’s did too. The way your holes squeezed around them, clamping down in waves while they continued alternating their rocking hips. They were close, but not quite there yet. You were completely spent though. Marc didn’t stop rubbing your clit, despite your cries for him to stop.

“Shh, you’re ok baby, I’m almost there, we’re almost there. Come on Steven, keep going. Shhh, honey, I know you can take it. You’re doing so good for us.”

It wasn’t their assault on your holes that made it difficult, it was the way Marc was still toying with your clit. You couldn’t take the over stimulation. It was building inside, and you felt like you were going to…oh no you were about to…

“Steven, Steven move I’m gonna—FUCK!”

Marc knew what it was you were doing. They’d never made you squirt before, but oh you sounded so beautiful when you did. Steven could tell right away that this was something new, not urine, not cum, but something else entirely, and it was amazing. Your entire body was trembling over them, cunt clenching around him even harder. Steven’s abdomen was covered in this new liquid. It soaked him and trickled down his thighs to the bedding. Marc was…the man was a genius.

“Did you just—? You’re so wet, love, I’m gonna— not gonna make it love. Oh god, oh god —ahhh!”

“Yeah that’s it, Steven, fill her little hole, you feel that, honey? You like getting stuffed full, don’t you? Don’t you? Oh shiiiit— gonna fill you up too baby—shit!”

They were both groaning through their simultaneous orgasms while they fucked their cum deeper into you. You felt numb at the end there, like your body was just a sack of potatoes stuck between them. When they were finished, both going soft inside of you, they each were kissing your cheeks and lips telling you how perfect you were for them, and how well you did. As you all came back to reality, the door to the bedroom opened and the three of you looked over in surprise…Jake.

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Yall imagine…

You’re in a relationship with just Steven but you know about Marc. Obviously, because ur so amazing and beautiful, Marc is in love with you. One day, you and Steven fall asleep after having sex and Marc wakes up in the morning with your naked form on top of him. You pressed up on him and he gets all hot and bothered.

Imagine being Steven’s wife and he is so possessive over you that he won’t share you with Marc even though he knows how in love Marc is with u. Steven would taunt Marc by fucking you in front of the mirror, making sure Marc is watching how Steven is making you feel good.

Jake fucking you so deep and he presses down on the belly bulge while sucking on ur tits.

Steven gives off the vibes that he would be secretly very rough in bed. imagine you are dating him and it starts to get little steamy and you try to take charge. But, he holds you down and fucks you so hard, he rearranges your organs.

Steven making a video while having sex with you. He is on top and it’s just you in it, your reactions, your tits bouncing, and the sounds you’re making, so Steven can watch it while he was at work. But, imagine Marc wakes up in the morning and goes on a mission and later checks the phone and just sees the video likeeee…..

i M SICK 😭😭😭😭😭🤢🤢🤢

Pretty Boy

Steven got all dolled up to show how good he is for you. Inspired by this post.

tags: established relationship | dry humping | coming in pants/underwear | lingerie | finger sucking | nipple play | light Dom/sub | sub!Steven | Dom!Reader | genderneutral reader

ships: Steven Grant/Reader (and some Marc Spector/Reader on the side)

word count: 2k words

AN: Thank you to @winniethewife for being my beta reader for this. But most importantly: Happy Birthday to @femmeanonymelives who encouraged me to finally finish this fic 💙

AO3

"I haven't even touched you and you're already so worked up, baby," you coo as you watch your boyfriend hump the pillow between his legs. Steven answers you with a soft whimper, cheeks flushed and eyes already glassy as his hips begin to stutter at your words. 

You can't suppress the delighted chuckle that bubbles up in your throat. Steven is a sight to behold. Your darling boy had picked out a set of breath-taking lingerie to surprise you with. And surprise you he did. The gorgeous satin barely covers his straining erection and peaked nipples, his panties already damp and darkened by the inhuman amount of precum leaking from his cock. The stockings held up by a garter belt were a lovely addition to the set. Steven looks truly divine and you can't wait to absolutely ruin him and his underwear. 

You sit on the other side of the room, patiently watching Steven rut against the pillow haphazardly squished between his legs. He's barely holding himself upright, his fingers digging into the sheets, his pecs pushed out to show off the cute bra he put on just for you. 

It occurs to you how ironic it is, the sweet and usually so soft spoken Steven putting on a show for you and even dressing up like the cute little slut he really is. It takes all your willpower not to reach out to him, to push the sweat-soaked hair out of his face and caress his heated skin. 

Steven's soft panting and hiccups are music to your ears. You watch him swallow hard so as to not drool all over himself and his new lingerie. 

"Am I-...Am I doing good?" 

You're pulled out of your reverie by Steven's hesitant question. He still hasn't stopped grinding against the pillow, looking at you like a lost puppy. The way his whole body quivers in anticipation makes you smile. 

"You're doing so good, baby" You coo, your eyes raking over him like a prized possession. "You can go a little faster for me, can't you?" Your voice is saccharine, a demand disguised as a question. Eager to please, Steven nods frantically. "Yes! Yes I can go faster," he responds before quickening his pace. You watch him hump the off-white pillow more forcefully, his needy cock peeking out from the pretty panties, the piece of clothing no longer able to keep his length contained. A slow but steady stream of precum leaks from the tip, smearing messily onto the pillow cover. 

Seeing Steven so desperate arouses you faster than you had expected. Gently, as not to distract him, you shift where you sit and spread your legs just enough for your hand to slip between your thighs. Shamelessly you tease yourself, touching your most sensitive parts to the sight before you. 

Lost in pleasure it takes Steven a moment to notice you touching yourself. With a high-pitched whine his hips stutter. As he leans forward, squinting his eyes, to get a better look, he almost loses his balance in the process, too eager to get even just a glimpse of your arousal. 

"Did I tell you to stop, baby?" 

His eyes go wide, like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "N-No. I'm sorry. I just-" 

"I didn't ask for an explanation. Just keep going and look pretty for me," you sigh with your hand still pleasuring yourself. His eyes are fully focused on the way your fingers move. The slick sound of your own touch makes his mouth water. 

"Please, please can I-..." 

“Use your words, baby. What do you want?”

“Please, can I taste you?”

You hum thoughtfully, your hand still busy between your legs as you mull over his plea. You’ve trained Steven well, taught him all the ways he can make you see stars with his lips and tongue alone. You know it would feel amazing to have his face buried between your thighs, having him drink from you like a fountain. But you don’t want this to be over that quickly. You want to see Steven squirm, to hear him beg until his voice is hoarse, edge him until he’d come with just your breath caressing the head of his cock. You shake your head and Steven’s shoulders slump in response. 

His hips jerk and Steven whines, precum leaking steadily from his pretty cock. You should have put up a camera so you could rewatch this again and again. You're sure Steven would let you. Maybe another time. 

“So pretty for me, baby. Doing so good,” you croon, your praise going right to his head and making him feel dizzy. His rhythm falters, his hips moving back and forth erratically. His legs tremble underneath his own weight, even his toned muscles fighting to stay in this position for a long time. 

Shaky moans and soft grunts fill the air as you watch beads of sweat slowly rolling down from his temple down to his neck and getting caught in the thin fabric of his bra. As you watch the spot darken with the moisture your gaze trails down to his hard nipples tenting the bra. You have the sudden urge to touch, to walk over and run your fingers over the sensitive peaks, to lean over and grasp them between your teeth. The urge is so strong you have to bite your lower lip in a desperate attempt to calm yourself. But it’s no use.

You’re up from your seat and over at the bed before you are even conscious of your own actions. Steven looks up at you with glassy eyes, mouth hanging open, gasping softly, waiting for what you will be doing next but still grinding his twitching cock against the almost ruined pillow. He looks so pretty it hurts - your pretty boyfriend all dressed up and aching for you. You reach out towards him and gently grab his chin, your thumb softly pressing on his lower lip. 

“My gorgeous little pet,” you whisper as you lean down to look deep into his eyes, “You’re perfect, you know that? Simply perfect for me.” Steven opens his mouth further in response, his tongue peeking out sheepishly. With a smile you slide your thumb into his eager mouth and watch his eyes slip shut in bliss as he sucks on it. 

“My pretty boy, do you want me to touch you?”

He whimpers around your digit, nodding his head quickly. Your grin widens as he caresses your thumb with his tongue.

“Tell me where, pretty boy.”

Steven opens his eyes slowly to gaze up at you. He looks conflicted - stuck between wanting to keep sucking on your finger and telling you where else he wants your hands. But you're merciful. So he doesn't have to suffer by having to make a decision himself, you gently slip your thumb from between his lips, wiping it clean on his cheek after. 

As soon as his mouth is empty he starts pleading with you. “Please touch me! I don't care where just– please I need your hands on me,” he begs, his voice raspy and hoarse. You click your tongue at him in mock disapproval, “You don't care where, hm?” Teasingly you caress his cheek with just the tips of your fingers, trailing down his neck and shoulders. He keens, his hips jerking against the pillow, the wet stain on his pretty panties growing bigger and darker. “Is this enough, baby? Since you don't care where I touch you?” He shakes his head violently, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. 

“Then use your words, love. Where do you want my hands?” Your fingers linger over his collarbone. “Here? Or do you want me to go lower?” Not waiting for an answer your fingers follow an invisible path downward, skimming the edges of his bra. “Want me to play with your pretty tits, darling?” Words failing him, Steven whines and nods eagerly, pushing his chest out, eager for your touch. Carefully you pull down his bra, just enough to expose his hard nipples, the straps hanging uselessly off of his shoulders. 

You reach forward and gently squeeze his pecs before drawing slow circles around his nipples with your thumbs. He’s so responsive, his hips twitching forward, fucking into the pillow, with every little touch. You pinch, squeeze and flick his nipples with just enough pressure to ride that sweet line between pleasure and pain. His nipples are flushed, the rush of blood making them stand out even more against his tan skin. You could do this for ages, just playing with those sensitive peaks while Steven writhes and moans beneath your touch.

“Please- oh stars- I’m so close,” Steven sobs, “I can’t- I can’t stop.”

You wanted to draw this out even longer, edging yourself and him until neither of you can take it anymore. But you know by the sound of his voice, the way his body trembles and by the quite impressive amount of pre-cum ruining the pillow he is grinding against that Steven has reached his limit.

“It’s alright, baby. You’ve been so good for me. Such a pretty boy,” you tell him sweetly, “You can come. Come for me, Steven.”

He breathes out a short thank you and fucks into the pillow with abandon for a few more seconds until he comes with a drawn out moan. His aching cock twitches violently, ropes of cum painting himself and the pillow, finally ruining the cover completely. You watch him come undone, his head thrown back as he pants for air. It takes a few moments for him to come down from his high. You lean forward to kiss his neck, whispering words of praise into his skin. 

His breathing slows and he leans his head against yours. “That was amazing,” he sighs, his smile audible. You agree with a soft laugh. Your gaze trails from him to the mirror next to the bed. There you see the full aftermath of your playtime. The sight takes your breath away: your boyfriend flushed and slick with sweat wearing a now ruined pair of lingerie, his cock still poking out from his panties. “Look at you, baby,” you gasp in awe. Steven's brow furrows and he follows your gaze to the mirror. His eyes widen as he sees what you had been admiring the whole time. Heat rises in his cheeks, reality hitting Steven now that excitement and arousal are no longer clouding his thoughts. “Oh dear, that's– wow I don't–,” he stammers, suddenly embarrassed, “I mean, I should probably take this off before-” 

You watch his eyes go unfocused in the mirror. The languid lines of his back grow taunt and you can feel the energy shift in the room. He looks down at himself, torn and cum-stained lingerie barely covering his intimate parts. 

“What the- Steven! What are we wearing?!” he hisses under his breath. 

You snort, surprised yet amused by the sudden switch. He flinches and turns to you like he only just noticed you next to him. Your eyes roam over his body, watching him hungrily. Marc swallows hard. “As I was about to tell Steven: You look good. Very good.”

His cock twitches, already eager to grow hard again. You should probably thank Khonshu later for their inhuman refractory period. 

You reach out and grab his chin, tilting his head to the side so he can look into your eyes. “Marc,” his name drips from your lips like honey, ”Don't be embarrassed.” He swallows hard, nervous energy mixing with the stirrings of renewed arousal. You pull his face closer towards you and catch his lips in a short but sensual kiss.

As you part again you whisper to him, “Let me show you how much I enjoy seeing you in this,” and push him down onto the bed, straddling his thighs. Marc looks up at you with the same needy look Steven had given you before and simply nods, words failing him. 

“Very good. Just lay here and look pretty.”

oh my god i just had the most amazing thought for a steven grant one shot

so what if you’re a librarian that works at a library near the museum where steven works at and after a particularly hard shift he comes in all needy, so you fuck him in a private room and his whimpers and moans are loud so you’re like “shhh you gotta be quiet my love or im gonna stop” and he’s like “no no please don’t stop ill be quiet just please don’t stop”

IM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS

these moon knight smuts be having me giggling like a baby omfg i need oscar isaac NOW!!!!!

FOR SCIENCE | the project proposal

In which the Moon Knight alter system presents a unique opportunity to settle the nature versus nurture debate, once and for all...

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x afab!psychologist!reader (3.2k+)

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+, mdni) WARNINGS: descriptions of mental illness, depictions of DID, fetishization of mental disorders (DID), potentially unethical scientific practices, no smut in this part NOTES: again, please don’t read this if you’re concerned at all with research ethics, as this is NOT a good demonstration of scientific procedures and studies. DISCLAIMER: although i’m incredibly knowledgeable about psychology, i am NOT a professional. all psychoanalyses made throughout the course of this storyline are entirely my own, based on my own interpretations of the characters. in a similar vein, i am also not an expert on DID specifically (although i am well-read on mental disorders and diagnoses), so i apologize for any incorrect terminology or misrepresentation. don’t hesitate to call me out if i say something wrong!

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Marc Spector’s psyche was a psychologist’s wet dream.

Three distinct personalities, completely separated from each other, all occupying the same host body. At one point, all mutually unaware of the others, but now living together in solidarity and (relative) cooperation.

Meeting Marc Spector was a happy accident—but meeting a man with a clearcut case of Dissociative Identity Disorder as a Professor of Psychology? Now that was just pure, dumb luck.

You had met Steven Grant first. You’d run into him at the British Museum during a university-sponsored visit. Your interaction had been brief, but it was memorable for you nonetheless—there was just something about those soft brown eyes and dopey, shy smile that melted your heart.

Imagine your surprise when you accidentally ran into that same man on the bus, only for him to introduce himself as Marc with a midwestern American accent and a cold, calculated gleam in his stare. He was forward and confident—very much unlike your previous encounter with him. When you called his bluff and swore you’d interacted with him under the guise of Steven, he pulled you aside and gently tried to justify the confusion.

“It’s—I have this...condition. It’s—have you ever heard of Dissociative Identity Disorder?”

You had tried hard to fight your smile.

“Yeah, I’m familiar with it.”

It was only revealed to him—after his winded and lengthy explanation—that you had a doctorate degree in clinical psychology and specialized in mental disorders.

Steven’s curiosity was piqued, and Marc silently hoped you’d be able to shed some insight into the functioning of his fragmented mind. You quickly established an easy friendship, somewhat reminiscent of a relationship between a client and therapist—although you knew and cared for each other on a much deeper and more intimate level.

Several months later, you were finally introduced to the most elusive alter within the system—Jake Lockley.

You began to spend the majority of your free time with the men—all three of them seemed to be relatively taken with you. Steven was sweet, Marc was shrewd, and Jake was steadfast. It was sometimes difficult to conceptualize that they all shared the same physical body with how differently they behaved.

It hadn’t started as a project—genuinely, truly, it hadn’t. It wasn’t your intention to be so captivated by those big brown puppy-dog eyes or the softness within his smile. And the feelings you had for him—for all of them—were real, and raw, and indisputable. You would never, ever, ever do anything to make them feel uncomfortable or jeopardize your relationships in any way.

Which is why this was such a bad fucking idea.

Your nails drummed against the side of your porcelain coffee mug as your nervously chewed on the cap of your red pen, making a futile attempt to focus on grading the research report in front of you, but your attention was clearly elsewhere. Your eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall across from you, watching the second hand tick away slowly. The coffee shop was playing gentle soothing acoustic songs, the smell of cinnamon lingering in the air, but even the coziness wasn’t enough to shake your nerves.

“Hey, there, Doc.”

Your head perked at the sound of a familiar voice, a warming hand clapping your shoulder as Marc Spector walked to the other side of the small table and sat down across from you. You groaned at his greeting, pulling your reading glasses from your nose and setting them on the table in front of you.

“Marc, I swear, if you call me that one more time, I’ll—”

He threw his hands up in mock surrender, although he was smirking slyly at you.

“Alright, alright, jeez—what’s got you wound up so tight, huh?”

He reached for the paper on top of the stack in front of you, reading off the title aloud.

“An In-depth Investigation Into the Underlying Psychological Causes of Erectile Dysfunction in Men Under 50.”

His face contorted in a look of disgust.

“Jesus—that’s gotta be the most boring fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard.”

You watched as his eyes fluttered briefly, his posture sinking and his features softening. When his eyes regained focus, he shook his head, huffing.

“Bugger off, Marc—I think it sounds plenty interestin’.”

Steven smiled graciously, offering the packet back to you. You accepted it tiredly, throwing it atop the pile of what seemed like an endless supply of mediocre student submissions that had yet to be graded.

“Thanks, Steven, but Marc’s right—my brain’s fried. I swear, if I have to read another shitty case study about men whose dicks don’t work, I’ll gouge my eyes out.”

The man chuckled at your confession as you shoved the stack of papers into your briefcase clumsily, snapping it shut without a second thought and letting it fall back to the floor beside your table. You carefully picked up your mug and took a long, slow sip—your coffee was barely lukewarm, at this point, as you’d be sitting at the cafe for hours, working quietly as you patiently waited on your friend’s arrival.

Although Steven was blissfully oblivious, Marc was observant. His consciousness pushed to the front, studying you carefully—your white-knuckled grip against your cup, your shifty eyes that were looking everywhere but at him, the tension in your shoulders and nervous bouncing of your leg.

“Alright—what’s wrong?”

Your gaze snapped over to him where he was sat with arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed in suspicion. You tried to force a smile in an effort to cover up your uncertainty.

“Nothing’s wrong, Marc. Promise.”

You held his gaze intently, trying to convince him with your half-hearted response. His stare didn't waver, and after a few brief moments, you had to look down, overwhelmed with the intensity of his scrutiny.

“Alright, let’s try that again. Y/N—what’s wrong?”

You let a long, exasperated sigh, running a tired hand down your face. This had been weighing on you for a few days, at this point, and you still weren’t sure if you could handle the emotional labor this conversation would require.

“It’s true, nothing’s—nothing’s wrong, per se, I just—I just need to talk to you. I’ve—I have this idea—”

“Like—a work-related, science-y idea? You want Steven? Or—I can try my best to help, but sometimes you get excited and start talking really fast and I can’t keep up, but—”

“No, Marc, it’s not—I mean, it’s not really science-y, but like, also—it kinda is? I don’t know how to explain it, but I really need to—”

“I mean, whatever it is, you seem pretty worried about it, so obviously it’s important, and—and I just wanna make sure we’re giving you whatever response you need, or, at least—”

“Jesus, Marc, if you’d let me finish.”

You clipped, and his jaw snapped shut instantaneously, somewhat taken aback by your outburst. You were normally so controlled, practiced with your expressions, so seeing any sign of emotional imbalance was startling.

Guilt immediately flooded your stomach after you lashed out—you buried your head in your hands, taking a few slow, deliberate breaths in an attempt to quell your rapid heartbeat.

“Shit—sorry, I didn’t mean—this is just... I’m not sure how to go about this.”

You felt the featherlight brush of calloused fingertips against your forearm, coaxing your face away from your palms. When you finally lifted your head, Steven had returned, his eyes soft and reassuring. He pulled your hand into his, squeezing briefly before rubbing his thumb comfortingly across your knuckles.

“S’alright, love, truly. Take as much time as you need, and—and if there’s anythin’ you need from us, it’s yours. Just—whenever you’re ready.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies flitting in your stomach at Steven’s gentle promise. You inhaled once more, before finding his eyes.

“This—I need to talk to all three of you. Can you—are you in a place where you can all be co-conscious?”

Steven’s lips turned up at the corners at your thoughtfulness. He received verbal responses from both Marc and Jake—a confirmation that they were both actively listening.

“’Course. We’re all here. Is—do you have a preference, as to who you’d like to speak with?”

You returned his smile, offering a slight squeeze to his hand.

“I mean—since you’re already fronting, might as well stay, huh?”

Steven blushed, trying to fight the giddiness that came from your validation. He quickly steeled himself, reminding himself that you were struggling to open up to him.

“Alright. Whenever you’re ready, then, yeah?”

You cautiously pulled your hand away from his, mostly to keep yourself grounded and get out what you needed before you second-guessed yourself.

“So.”

You cautiously began.

“I had this—this idea. And it’s—it sounds crazy, and I get that, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, especially because—well, I just feel like this is something that could have damning effects on the entire field of psychology, with both practical and theoretical applications, but—that doesn’t mean—I don’t want you to feel obligated by any means to agree, or—or to feel pressured into anything, and I definitely don’t want you to think that—that I’m using you, because that couldn’t be farther from the truth, I swear, and—”

“Y/N.”

His tone was soft, a quiet interruption from your rambling, and your eyes widened in concern. However, he offered you a reassuring nod.

“Just tell us what it is, yeah? We’ll go from there.”

You nodded slowly, squeezing your eyes shut, before beginning again.

“There’s this huge debate in psychology. It’s pretty much the basis of a lot of our research—the whole nature versus nurture debate. Basically, it’s all about how much of our personalities can be attributed to genetics versus how much can be attributed to our life experiences.”

Steven was listening intently, leaning forward into your words.

“Well, it’s—it’s a concept that’s really difficult to research, because, well, we don’t really have a basis of comparison. The best thing we have to go off of is when identical twins get separated at birth and grow up in different places. Or, at least—that was the best we’ve had up until this point. Does—does that make sense?”

“Yes.”

He assured, nodding in acknowledgement. You only hoped the other two alters were keeping up.

“So, basically what I’m getting at here, is, well—you, and—and all three of you, really—Marc and Jake, you guys provide a really, really unique opportunity, because, well—you share a body. So, physiologically, you’re completely identical. The only thing that’s different about you is who you are, so—your life experiences and memories and things like that. You’re—you’re like the perfect example of how our experiences shape our beings.”

“Right. Right.”

Steven followed your train of thought carefully, brows furrowed. You took a deep breath. This is the part you were dreading.

“So, I had this thought... you three boys are so vastly different from each other. Like, really, really different, and—and you each have your own preferences, things like that, but—but you still have the same body. In my Abnormal Psych course, we’re studying intimacy and desire right now. So—so what I was wondering was about your—your sexuality. Like, to what extent are your sexual preferences due to your biology rather than your cognition.”

Steven blew out a shaky exhale, though he tried not to appear perturbed by your words. His mind was silent—he could feel the intense focus from his alters, now hanging on your every word.

“What if there was a way, to, you know, test, how different your sexual preferences are? And to test and see how your arousal is different, or the same, based on locations of stimulation and things like that?”

Bloody fucking hell.

In a split second, Marc was fronting, Steven slipping back into the headspace, completely overwhelmed and unsure of what to say or how to react. You noticed the abrupt switch, and after recovering from the brief whiplash, you felt panic spur within you. You’d scared him away.

Marc’s brows were furrowed, like he wasn’t completely picking up what you were putting down.

“So, what exactly are you suggesting?”

You closed your eyes.

“I guess—what I’m suggesting is that you—you help me research. You—you let me study you, each of you, independently, to see—to see how different your sexual behaviors and preferences are.”

“Like—like a questionnaire, or something?”

Marc questioned, but when you shook your head, eyes casting downwards, it suddenly dawned on him. Steven’s departure made sense. Everything made sense.

“So... so lemme get this straight.”

Marc made a stopping motion with his hand, gesturing for you to pause.

“You—want to have sex, with me—with us... for science?”

“Well, I mean, it—it doesn’t necessarily have to be with me, I could—we could find someone else, if you’re more comfortable, and—and I could just observe, or—”

“So you’re a voyeur, now?”

You jolted and Marc’s vulgarity, eyes quickly scanning your surroundings to make sure no one was listening in on your conversation. Luckily, the cafe was relatively deserted at that point.

“No! No, that’s not—I’m just saying, with what I’m suggesting, it—it would make the most sense for the researcher to—to be more hands-on, but that’s...”

Your voice trailed off, staring at a speck of grime on the table, trying to calm the rapid racing of your heart.

Yeah, seems she's interested in being real hands-on, huh?

Marc struggled to hold in his snickering at Jake’s internal dialogue, but after seeing the worry that was clinging to your features, his sympathy prevailed.

“Y/N.”

He spoke calmly, cool and collected. Your eyes flitted to his, where he was watching you intently. However, you could see the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“So what you’re saying is... you want to have sex, with me, for science.”

He reiterated, and you opened your mouth to protest, to defend your credibility, to rationalize your bizarre proposition, but instead, a long sigh escaped you as you admitted defeat.

“Yes. Yeah. That’s…exactly what I’m saying.”

A brief silence stagnated between you, and there was a tightness forming in your chest as every worst-case-scenario began coming to fruition in the forefront of your mind.

“I’m—I’m so sorry, Marc, I didn’t mean to overstep, or—or—”

“What, exactly, would this entail?”

Marc inquired, unable to deny his curiosity. You blinked once, then twice, processing his words.

“So—so you’ll do it?”

He held up his hands as if to tell you to slow down.

“Just—hang on. Hypothetically speaking, what—what would this even look like?”

Excitement zipped up your skin as you reached down into your briefcase, pulling out a manila folder full of several sheets of scribbled ideas and disorganized thoughts.

“Well, see, I’ve been brainstorming—”

Christ, she has the whole thing planned.

Steven’s voice sounded faint, breathless, winded. Marc ignored him, instead focusing in on your sudden enthusiasm.

“—and I came up with a research plan. So, the way it would go—we’d meet for the weekend, three weekends in a row, with a week break in between. Each alter will have their own weekend to be the subject of study. Day one, we—well, you would lead the sexual encounter. Do what you want, showcase what sex usually looks like for you, what you like, what you don’t like—”

Marc's mind was reeling. He shamelessly attempted to ignore the effect your words were having on him. Do what you want. What you like. To you.

You were still talking.

“—and then the second day, you’d let me take the reins. I’ll psychoanalyze your behavior from the first day, and synthesize that with all the information I already have about you, and I’ll try to—well, I don’t wanna say push your buttons, but—basically, as shitty as it sounds, I’d be trying to bring to light any vulnerabilities, prod at the soft spots, stuff like that. Try to see if I can find what it is each of you seeks out through sexual intimacy. Does that make sense?”

Marc shook his head, lost in thought, but he blinked away the fog in his mind and quickly corrected himself with a nod.

“Yeah, I mean—I think so? Would this—what would you do, once it’s over? Like, what’s the point?”

“It would never be published, or shared with anyone else, I can promise you that. It’s—it would mostly be for me. Kind of like a passion project, I guess. I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and, well...”

Passion project?

What’s she mean, ‘she’s been thinkin’ about it for awhile?’

Marc almost shushed the voices in his head aloud, trying to clear his head of static so he could properly take all of this in.

He looked up at you, and you were staring up at him with eye round and hopeful, almost reverent as they passed over him. He blew out a slow breath.

“Do... can we have time to think about it? To talk about it?”

The fuck do you mean, jefe? I’m ready to start right now.

You nodded encouragingly, although Marc caught the brief glimmer of disappointment in your eyes.

“Of course, Marc. Take as long as you need. And—please don’t feel obligated to say yes. I mean it. I know—I know this kind of came out of left field, and—and I don’t want to violate any boundaries, or—or jeopardize our friendship in any way, I would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable, just—”

You stalled your tangent with a slow breath.

“Just let me know, okay?”

Marc nodded at you, smiling softly and contemplatively as he rose from the table and exited the coffeeshop, leaving you to stew in anticipation and something adjacent to remorse.

The call came in the next day, at 11am on the dot. It was Steven on the other line when you answered, walking out of the lecture hall doors as your class adjourned.

“Hello?”

You answered.

“Mornin’, Y/N. It’s, uh—It’s Steven.”

You giggled.

“I know, Steven. I have caller ID, and believe it or not, your accent is kind of distinct.”

You could practically hear him blush on the other end.

“Right. Yeah. Well, I just—I was callin’ to, uh—Christ, of course they made me do this, I can’t even—”

“Steven.”

You interrupted gently, your calmness soothing his nerves to some degree. He took a breath.

“Sorry. I—We talked it over. The whole—your experiment. And—and I think we’re all up for it.”

You froze in your tracks, students continuing to rush around on either side of you in the hallway. Your hand was shaking.

“I—really? Are you sure?”

“Well, no—I mean, yeah, I just—of course, I’ve got some reservations, but, I mean—it’s for science, yeah?"

A smile was creeping up your face.

“Yeah. Yes. For—for research purposes.”

Yeah, solely research purposes, my ass.

Marc quipped internally, and Steven gulped.

“Right, then. Could we—shall we meet again today, or—whenever, to talk it over a bit more?”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you.

“That’d be perfect. We can meet same time, same place as yesterday?”

He gave a hum of agreement, and you felt suddenly breathless as the reality of the situation began to set in.

“Right. I’ll—I’ll see you then, okay, Steven?”

“Yeah, ‘lright, cheers.”

“And, Steven?”

You called quickly, hoping to catch him before he ended the call.

He hummed in response. You smiled.

“Thank you. Really, thank you.”

~ The More the Merrier ~

My friend Ayiana is a huge Steven Grant simp so I decided in her honor I would write a little bit of love and spice for her. Ana I love you even though ya cheated on me with Oscar Isaac/j

WARNING: Smut, Riding, Biting, Scratching, Hair pulling, Semi-Choking, Blow-Job

Being with Steven felt like a dream, however I couldn't just have Steven you see Steven was a packaged deal he had a thing called D.I.D. otherwise known as Multiple Personality Disorder though, I still love them all the same. Steven was the most romantic even though we have been together for a few months he was still quite nervous and would be afraid to ask if he could get so much as a hug, Marc well he was the logical alter but he was the host or well the main body except for Steven was the one who fronted the most.

Marc is the best with advice especially when I am feeling blue, now onto Jake well he is the most protective if someone even looked at me wrong he would threaten to gouge their eyes out which to say the least I found it funny and I loved it. It was currently 6:25 AM and well Steven still hadn't got up for work that he had to be to at 7:00 AM, you see Steven was the type to sleep through anything, I tell him that he overworks himself but he highly disagrees, he slept through all five alarms he had set the night prior so at this point I had gotten used to getting up at 6 in the morning to get this clothes ready and making his lunch for that day, once I had walked back in there he was still asleep so today I decided to wake him up in a different manner.

I walked over to him climbing onto his lap receiving a small groan from him and a furrowing of his eyebrows but that was it I knew that this was going to be a hard task to accomplish but like every other task I was determined to get it done, I leant down and began to plant soft kisses onto his neck slowly moving up to his jawline and nibbling at the base of his jaw.

Steven slowly made his hands to my waist I then knew it was a mission accomplish, his beautiful dark eyes fluttered open and he looked at me " I overslept again didn't I? " he asked with his tired London accent, I nodded " Yes you did my love but if you get up now and get dressed you can make it to the bus on time and get to work on time " I explained to him as he slightly sat up wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his head into my chest " okay..." I smiled a bit and held his head against my chest running my fingers through his hair, he smiled against my chest and it made me smile " Alright come on love " I slowly stood up and he groaned, he soon got up and started to take his shirt off with the help of me of course, I helped him get dressed before handing him his lunch, phone and coffee " there is your things, call if you need anything or if you need to be bailed out of jail " I teased as he nodded he slowly placed his hands on my shoulders I always knew that was his way of asking for a kiss so I nodded and leant up kissing him softly, he kissed back and we stayed that way for about a minute before I pulled away " Have a good day at work " I said before he walked out of the Flat, I sighed softly it now felt empty and quiet and I was always worried he was going to get hurt or an accident was going to happen but I pushed my worries aside and grabbed my to do list.

Ayiana's To Do List

Clean up the Flat

Go to the Grocery Store

Return Steven's overdue Books

Buy new flowers

Wash Clothes and bedding

After finally getting the last thing done I have a huff, it was around 2:00 PM and Steven didn't get off until sometime around 6:00 PM so I had nothing to do, I started to sit down before my phone rang I looked at the contact and began to panic it was Steven oh god what had happened, did Jake hurt someone? Did someone hurt Steven? I answered it " Hello, are you okay love? Did something happen? " I asked, I heard his small chuckle " No love, I got off of work earlier and I am on my way to the local park, take a bus and meet me there, okay? " he explained and I gave a sigh of relief wait early? I smiled with excitement " Okay! I'll be there! " I said happily, he gave another chuckle " Okay, lators gators! " he said before hanging up I immediately got up and put on my cutest out and did my hair and makeup before rushing out if the flat locking the door behind me, I hurried down the stairs and out of the apartment complex catching the next bus " To the park please " I said handing the driver and few bucks and took my seat.

The bus ride seemed long but soon I reached my step and got off of the bus looking around and seeing Steven standing by a tree looking around some flowers in hand along with a basket and a blanket, I walked over to him and he looked at me with the sweetest smile " Hello sweetheart " he said and I giggled " Hello my love " I responded he looked over at a small hill with a tall tree at the top of it " Shall we? " he asked and I nodded. Steven led me to the hill and helped me sit down onto the blanket he had laid out " I got off of work early so I thought I would plan a little picnic...I know work is always getting in the way of us spending time together and we haven't ever had a proper date so here we are " he explained and gave me a nervous smile, I could barely contain my excitement. I leaped onto him hugging him tightly as we fell back I gave a giggle looking into his eyes and placing my hand on his face " I love you..." I said before kissing him deeply, he placed one hand on my waist and the other on my cheek, I slowly pulled away putting my forehead on his and smiling.

We spent about an hour or two hanging out and talking about life, he went on a rant about Egypt and how the museum didn't include true facts. I always loved when he would go on his rants they truly made me happy to see him so devoted to the world and its history, after that we packed up and went home, now Steven and I had never done anything spicy during our relationship we only had a few neck kisses here and there but we weren't really experienced in that area but tonight I wanted to change that I wanted to take the bull by the horns so while he was reading and writing down things in his notebook I set candles up in the bedroom with some rose petals around and I slipped into a laced bra and underwear with a silk robe over it. Once I heard Steven getting up I knew it was go time so I got onto the bed and waited, he soon walked in and stopped at the doorway looking around " o-oh what is all this? " he asked nervously and I smirked " It's your surprise, come on come have a seat~ " I said in a low yet seductive tone. Steven nodded and slowly walked over sitting down on the bed, I got off of the bed and untied the robe dropping it to the ground, he looked me up and down before looking back into my eyes I could tell he was nervous, I climbed into his lap " we don't have to do this my love " I told him as he shook his head " No no...I...I want to but I don't want to hurt you " he said and looked away, I turned his face to look back at me " who said I'm not into a little pain? " I asked with a sly smirk, I slowly climbed off of him getting onto my knees and unbuttoned his pants, he was already erect and it was all mine for the taking, I pulled out his erect member hearing him make a slight groan only fueled my fire more.

I leant down licking the tip of it needless to say my throat was going to feel sore by tomorrow, he had gerth like I have never seen but it also appeared I would not be walking either and I was totally okay with that, I soon put the whole thing into my mouth his moan and groans made me feel even more aroused than I already was. I began to move my head up and down swirling my tongue around it, " oh saint Mary and Joseph " he groaned and I giggled before putting the whole thing in my mouth gagging heavily, he looked down at me and took my head away from him making me look into his eyes " A-Are you okay? Did I do something? Are you hurt? " he rambled, I shook my head and smiled " no my love it was just a gag reflex don't worry " I said and he nodded I stood back up slowly undoing the bra I had on and tossed it to the side before taking off the underwear with a smirk, he was absolutely flabbergasted " ....am I going bonkers or are you an angel...? " he asked and I slowly walked to him " Scoot back and find out~ " I said and he did so, I pulled his pants off fully slowly raising his shirt up tossing it aside. I looked him up and down " A fresh canvas " I said and sat on his hips looking down at him now he was the one smirking and his eyes were more dilated " I have been waiting for this for a very long time angel~ " he said, the London accent was gone it was just a raspy deep voice " Hello Marc~ " I said before leaning down kissing him intensely, he gladly kissed back tangling his fingers in my blonde hair, his hands slowly slid down to my waist he pulled away looking at me I looked down with a grin before nodding because I knew what he wanted, I slowly sat up a bit grabbing his member and slowly easing myself down onto it, I gave a moan leaning my head back and squeezing my eyes shut the mix of pain and pleasure already made my core feel worked up, he groaned and gripped onto my hips more once I was finally adjusted I moved my hips rocking back and forth giving soft moans, he placed his hand around my throat, I grinned and bounced up and down on him enjoying the feeling and enjoying the moans and groans I was receiving from him, he slowly sat up keeping his hand on my throat he began to kiss and bite at my neck " mine all mine~ " he said in a deep tone, I nodded and bit my lip " Mhm all yours~ " I responded, he leant down biting onto the inner side of my left breast causing me to whimper and moan " Holy moly Marc~ " I moaned continuing to ride him he soon flipped me over thrusting in and out of me heavily each thrust reaching a new depth and a new pace of roughness, I laid there on my stomach his hand tangled into my hair pulling my head back, I moaned " Marc please, please Marc~ " I said in a begging tone he chuckled pulling out and turning me onto my back " I want to see my loves beautiful face~ " he said and trusted back into me leaning down and biting onto my neck, I reached my hands up to his back digging my nails into his skin creating a new scratch with each thrust he gave " Marc I'm getting close~! " and with that he only went faster the coil in core on its edge, after a few more thrusts I hit my climax letting out a loud moan he soon after hit his as well biting down harder onto my neck giving a low growl he slowly looked at me leaning down and kissing me softly " I love you so much " he said as I smiled " I love you too " I responded he slowly pulled out " Let's get you into the shower " he picked me up taking me to the bathroom, right then and there I knew I had found the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

THAT IS ALL YOU'RE WELCOME READERS AND YOU'RE WELCOME ANA LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE WITH ANY OTHER CHARACTERS, DUCES!

My deflowering || Steven Grant x Reader (First Person POV)

Summary: After dating Steven for a few months, you felt needy and so you decided - the next time he wants to have some fun with you, you'll let him have whatever he craved for so long

Word count: ~ 2420

Rating: explicit (+18)

Warnings: smut (deflowering + 69)

Authors: Fenrir & Rouge

It was a mutual feeling - we were both nervous as hell, but ready to move forward. It had been on my mind for a while, but I had been too worried about getting it right because this was going to be my first time.

Steven was the man of my dreams - he was smart, he made me laugh like no one else, he was sexy, and he was serious when he needed to be. Adding to his charming personality was his passion for history.

We took things slowly. Kissing and petting took up a great deal of his time, which made me want him even more. Even so, we continued slowly; after all, I was a few years younger than him, and Steven claimed: "there is no need to rush things." I appreciated his desire for me to get ready, without pressuring me. I admired him deeply.

My favorite part of the day was lying in bed with him; I loved being cradled in his strong, caring arms. It was comforting to feel his body against mine. His heat warmed my heart and ignited a fire in me that I had never experienced before.

The first time Steven laid hands on me will always be a memory of the first time we started using our tongues to please one another. While watching a movie at his place, I felt the familiar tingling between my legs. As the wet spot rapidly grew between my thighs, I moved around in my seat, growing uncomfortable.

My heart melted when he asked, "What's wrong?"

His tone was soothing, making me want him even more. While biting my bottom lip, I glanced at him and then threw my best bedroom eye at him. His face lit up like he had just won the lottery. Steven knew I was horny; with the growing bulge I could feel pressing against my leg, I knew he was getting there too.

He asked in a tone of voice different from normal; his soft caring tone had now turned deep and rushed. "Is my little Y/N horny?"

"Yes." I laid back down, giggling a little. "What are you going to do about it?"

As he lowered his lips to meet mine, he smiled. His feather soft caresses sent bolts of electricity through my skin as soon as our lips touched. A deep moan escaped me as he rubbed my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and bra, causing them to harden almost instantly. To remove clothes from my upper body, I pushed him off a bit.

Likewise, he stripped down to his now tight boxer shorts. Standing straight, he scanned my body with his eyes.

As I licked my lips and silently beckoned him towards me, Steven could see my chest heaving up and down. Grant obeyed, as he always does, and he bent down once more to kiss me.

Though this time the kiss was deeper, more passionate and desperate; our tongues met and danced together as I grabbed a large tuft of his hair between my fingers and tugged on it ever-so-lightly while we made out.

Steven's hand made its way up my body once more, searching for, and finding, my erected nipple, after what seemed like an eternity of innocent bliss. He rubbed it a little. In the process, he placed his leg over mine and slowly rubbed his very erect cock against my trembling leg.

When he put his head against my neck, grinding a bit harder, Steven let out a soft moan into my ear; his hot breath filling me, claiming me as his own - making me crave that same breath on and around my pussy. My words were breathless and drawn out, "Go down on me."

He raised his head and looked me in the eye. "Are you sure, babe?"

I simply nodded; I had known all along that I wanted his head to be buried between my thighs but had been too timid to come out and say it.

Steven smirked mischievously and kissed me down my neck, along my collarbone, and over my breasts as he descended. In addition to licking, kissing and biting my nipples, he also made me even wetter, so much so that I could feel dribbling down my thighs.

With his kisses reaching my belly button, I was filled with the most intense lust and craving for sexual pleasure I had ever experienced. Steven was closer than ever to tasting what he was doing to me as my clit throbbed to the beat of my heart. My legs tensed up as he made his way over my hip, and my knees locked. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my body, making my heart skip several beats at once.

With a smile plastered across his face, Steven said, "Y/N, calm down. Let me actually get to your pussy before you cum."

I blushed crimson red. I was embarrassed, but he took it as a sign of how much I wanted him.

I looked deep into his love-struck eyes as I smiled innocently. My left hand touched the back of his head as I urged him to continue, which he did immediately.

My eyes closed as his soft lips continued to caress my skin, his tongue making brief appearances along my body.

As he worked lower and lower, kissing around but not touching my pussy, I rolled fully onto my back and let out a soft moan. My legs were forced to open by his kisses, albeit by magic.

His tongue darted across my goosebumps-covered thighs, then across my knee. For a moment, he looked up at me. His face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with lust and craving for my body. "I love you," Steven whispered into the soft flesh of my thigh, as he pressed his lips there.

I changed my deep breaths into words. I replied, "I love you too."

His kisses reached up to my pussy, still covered in my lacy panties, and his tongue writhed around to stroke my tender skin throught the fabric. Each of his tongue strokes brought me closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew that once his mouth was upon my wet, swollen clit, I wouldn't be able to contain myself.

Steven’s skilled fingers easily pushed the material of my panties aside as he began to rub and stroke my pussy lips as if on cue. As my juices soaked into his fingers, he made them slippery and moist. Despite his teasing and his attempt to get me to ask for release, I would not. As he continued to touch my wet pussy, he parted its lips and rubbed my wet slit. He ran his finger all around my clit without touching it. Each time he neared, I arched my back and exhaled sharply.

He made me cum because I couldn't take this constant, cruel teasing any longer. I wanted to feel his tongue probe my warm, wet, tight pussy. I wanted him to carefully slide his fingers inside me and rub my sensitive spot. I wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him.

After placing my hands over his hair, I gently pressed his face against my pussy before he could protest. "I just want your tongue to touch my aching pussy so badly."

I felt as he propped himself up on his elbows; I thought that he didn't want to continue. It was as if he just wanted to leave me there panting and slick with my own release.

"I know, Y/N. I need you just as much." And with that Steven knelt on his knees, his very erect penis gleefully escaping the fabric of his boxers as Grant pushed them down his legs. His dick popped out and stood at full attention; his head purple and slick with salty, pre-cum, throbbing already. It too craved contact.

I asked shyly, "Can you touch it for me?" It's always been a great thrill for me to see Steven touching himself; I loved seeing his eyes closed tightly as his hand worked back and forth across his shaft. I enjoyed the loud animalistic noises he made any time he was about to cum. Mostly, though, I loved watching the jets of thick, white cum erupting from his quivering member. It was thrilling to see him jerk every last drop out, as well as the shudders that lasted for a long time after he had climaxed.

Seeing me touching myself, Steven smiled and permitted me to do so. As he sat on his knees, he moved his hand over to his cock. As his hand touched the shaft, he grunted.

Hearing and seeing this sent me into a sensory overload. After grabbing hold of my clit, my fingers began working on it. I rubbed it in small circles, flicked and pinched it as Steven instructed, and my body climbed ever higher toward the summit. Whenever I hit that particularly sensitive spot of my clit, where the hood didn't cover it, he could tell I was close by the beads of sweat that formed on my forehead.

"That's it baby," He urged. "Cum for me, little kitten." His pet-calling was driving me insane, and he knew that. He knew how much I enjoyed being called all those sweet nicknames. That I was here for no other purpose than to satisfy his every need, that I was only here to make him feel good.

"Who's my dirty, little kitten?" Grant asked. When I didn't respond right away, he asked me again, this time his tone was much firmer and erotic. "I asked, who is my dirty, little kitten?"

"I am." I replied, panting hard as I crept closer to climax.

As he began to move his hand over his cock more quickly, he smiled. Steven tilted his head forward and thrust his hips, he whispered, "I'm close, Y/N."

I decided to try something we hadn't done before in order not to waste that hot load. "How about a sixty-nine?" I asked shyly, a blush covering my cheeks.

Steven laid comfortably on the bed, waiting for me to straddle his face.

My legs trembled and I immediately sat up and pulled my panties down, throwing them aside. My knee went over his head as I straddled him as gently as I could, letting out a tiny moan.

Then he dove right in. As I moved my hips to match his rhythm, he began lapping at my juices, his strong hands kneading the flesh of my ass.

It was the first time anyone had ever put their head between my thighs, and I was drooling. Having his tongue move over my clit, sending me to the edge of an orgasmic trance was the best feeling I had ever experienced. He filled me up just enough with his fingers. Whenever he touched me, every part of my body tensed and shook. The feeling was divine. I rolled my head back and moaned his name loudly, playing a little with my breasts.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his hard member throbbing. I leaned down and hungrily took as much as I could into my mouth. Even though it made me gag at first, I wanted it all. As good as he was making me feel, I wanted to make him feel the same. I stroked his balls with my free hand, making him moan into my pussy; the vibrations tickled it.

On his cock, I bobbed my head back and forth, savouring the taste of his precum. I could feel his balls tensing up in my hand as he began slipping his tongue into my core. "Baby, I'm gonna cum." Steven soon breathed through my pussy, making me go crazy.

When I continued to visualize him spurting that gorgeous cum that I was about to swallow for the first time today, the familiar tingling in my clit began. I let go of his balls and grabbed his hips, pulling his cock fully into my mouth. I began pushing his cock balls-deep in and out of my mouth.

Like a tidal wave hitting the shore, the first wave of ecstasy swept over me. I felt numb throughout my whole body, and it took me away from myself. As my clit became too sensitive to touch, I kept grinding my pussy against his face.

He pulled away from me and pushed me off of him.

I asked breathlessly, "What are you doing?" I anticipated tasting his delicious cum. When he spoke, I sat up.

'Lay down, kitten. Today you are going to be full.” And with that, he planted a large, soft kiss directly on my lips.

I loved being able to taste myself on his tongue. It was sweet, salty, and almost bitter.

With his knee, Steven separated my legs and positioned himself between them, rubbing his throbbing member against my entrance.

Having craved it for so long, I was panting at that point.

As if waiting for my permission, Steven looked straight into my eyes.

Nodding my head, I instinctively grabbed the sheets and began to fist them.

I was slick enough for him to slide in me easily. My head rolled back as I cried his name, barely breathing. "Oh my God, Steven!"

Steven leaned forward and closed my lips with a kiss.

I had no choice but to moan loudly, fisting the sheets beneath me as he rocked his hips back and forth, stretching my pussy. Soon, I was a moaning mess beneath his strong body.

He kept on steady pace, pushing himself fully in me, slowly and carefully to not hurt me in any way, grunting and cursing from time to time. His head leaned down and he caught one of my nipples between his teeth.

I was tight enough to drive him crazy pretty quickly.

Soon, his hips stuttered, his grunts became louder and Steven pulled out of me, cumming all over my abdomen with a final, roaring grunt. He laid down beside me and we both took time to recover; he was shuddering and still breathing like he had just run a marathon.

I was there, nuzzling to his broad chest, inhaling his scent and shaking all over my body after having the very first intercourse in my life. I was so happy he was the one to deflower me. I trusted him with my life; I knew he would never hurt me. But most of all, Steven Grant was the man I loved dearly.

“I love you for who you are” || Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: As you look for a new dress, you make Steven all hot for you. When you get home, you may discover just how horny he's become

Rating: explicit! (+18) 

Warnings: unprotected sex, Khonshu & Marc being slightly mean to Steven 🥺

Word count: circa 3500

Pairing: Steven Grant & Reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

You carefully examined the dresses that you chose. Finding the right one wasn't easy. Thus far, you have selected a few, but that's all. All you needed was a dress that would be suitable for warm weather. Fortunately, you weren't alone. Since you couldn't pick just one, you enlisted the help of your boyfriend who happened to be in the store with you at the time.

As most would describe Steven, he was an oddball, but you loved him just as much as he loved you. "Steven, I can't just pick one dress. I have an idea!"

He found himself hating shopping with you to the brim, not because you had difficulty making a decision, but because whenever you walked into yet another boutique or clothes store he felt like a lost puppy thrown into an unfamiliar environment. 

The dresses, jeans, and shirts you tried on were cute, but he became nervous whenever you said, "Babe, I think this isn't what I'm looking for. Let's check another store." And you made puppy eyes at him. It was a bold move on your part to make them on him, knowing full well he could not say no to you.

Following your call, Steven got up from the couch he was lucky enough to find near the checkout and approached you, holding six more paper bags filled with shoes and clothes you bought from previous stores. "What's the matter, dove?"

Your shoulders slumped as you stared at the dresses you were holding and explained, "Well, this one is cute, but I'm not sure about the back, and this one has such a lovely pattern, so soft, and the last one... Is pink, but has a very nice material..." You shook your head and smiled. "Maybe I should try them on and you can tell me which one is best."

Despite his perfect smile, Steven screamed on the inside: trying on clothes meant more waiting time. "Try them, dove."

You jumped up and kissed his cheek. "This is the last shop we will visit today." You promised and walked with him to the changing room area.

Even though you knew he didn't like shopping, he was still so sweet to join you. 

You walked into the changing room, and waved at him before pulling the curtain shut.

With a deep sigh escaping his lips, Steven put the bags on the marble floor and leaned his back against the wall, awaiting for you to show up again. "You know, Y/N, to me you look stunning in everything you wear."

"Thanks! But I want to be the most stunning woman for you!" 

The first dress was the cute one as you described it.

Walking out of the changing room, you smiled and turned around, improving your hair. "Look at it. What do you think about this one, love?”

You were examined from head to toe by his brown eyes. He loved the gown you tried on. Steven took a few steps and caught the dress' hem. "It's stunning. The color is appealing to me. The fabric is soft and has a nice structure."

As you touched the fabric, you agreed that it was soft and nice to touch. "It would be perfect for cuddling together."

Steven nodded his head eagerly. "I agree. Let's try another one."

You nodded and quickly retreated back into the changing room. After changing into the second dress, you admired the slightly see-through part for a moment longer in the changing room. You walked out, smoothing the lower part of the dress, presenting yourself to him.

Steven licked his lower lip in admiration of your new look. "It's beautiful, and I love the way you are dressed in pastels. The addition of the fishnet on top leaves a lot of room for speculation, if you know what I mean."

"It's not like you don't know what's under there, sweetie." You teased him, showing off your chest more. "I love it, and I think you do, too."

"This one is definitely the one we're buying. One has left. Try it on."

As you nodded, you walked back into the dressing room and examined the last dress. It was simple and pink. You got a mischievous idea while putting it on. "Steven, would you mind helping me?"

Steven looked at his watch; it was nearly 16:00 and he still hadn't eaten lunch. He sighed again and walked to the changing room, leaving the bags behind. "Yes?"

You grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him in, wrapping your arms around his neck instantly as soon as he was in the changing room with you. "Hello there."

Because he was taken aback by your sudden action, his smile was hesitant. "Hiya, babes."

You kissed him briefly and giggled. "This is the last dress I have for you to look at." And after these words you shifted aside like nothing had happened. "I don't think I like it."

"Why don't you?"

"The dress doesn't show enough. Look at how high I have to pull it in order for you to see my legs." You said lamentingly, pulling the hems of the material to fully reveal your legs to him.

Steven felt the burning on his clean-shaven cheeks, and gasped, "Oh... Oh, wow..". He whispered, looking at your thighs, "I'm a big fan of your legs, you know that, babes... Oh, wow, Gosh."

"So the dress is off so you can have a better look..." You shrugged and took it off, not caring that you were only in your underwear right in front of him.

As he watched your body, he cleared his throat and marveled at your curves. "Babes, you're so dishy."

"Thanks, love. I'll let you see more once we're back home. I would fucking love to have your cock buried deep in my pussy." You hummed, playing with the material of your panties. Shortly after you got closer to him and moved your arms up his chest.

He smiled hesitantly, blushing as he asked, "You wanted my help, I believe?"

"Nah, I just wanted you here, handsome, but I need one tiny thing from you." You nodded, pawing at his jeans jacket. "What about a kiss?

Then he leaned forward and kissed you, easily sliding his tongue past your lips.

In return, you hummed happily, letting him dominate the kiss. You patted his cheek after pulling away. "Go, go! I need to dress up so we can go home."

He tried to adjust himself subtly within his jeans as he became a little too excited seeing you undress as he left the changing room. He had no idea what was happening to him, but enjoyed the sensation nonetheless.

Before heading to checkout with him, you put away the dress you didn't want.

After paying, the two of you were on your way home. 

While holding Steven's hand, you smiled at him. "It was only a small chain yank but it turned out to be a lot more for you, luv. Apparently you got excited, huh?"

"A tad too much." He nodded his head as the two of you walked through London streets to your shared flat.

"We can take care of this when we return home." You assured him, kissing his cheek.

"It's not necessary..." Steven replied hesitantly.

Rolling your eyes, you walked with him until you reached the flat.

Once inside, you retrieved one of your bags, did not allow Steven to look inside, and hurried to the bathroom. A special item that you bought with the intent of using it one day ended up being useful sooner than you anticipated.

Having made sure that the front door was locked, Steven hung his jacket on a wooden hanger next to it. Taking your shopping bags to your shared bedroom, he went to the kitchen and loudly asked, "Do you want me to order some food?"

Leaning against a bookshelf, you said, "Maybe later, love." Your only clothing was a new set of emerald green lingerie with stockings and a pair of hills. "There are things to take care of for now."

"But I'm hungry... We skipped our lun..." He paused as he glanced at you over his shoulder.

Your body was perfectly shaped, toned yet curvy just where it needed to be, and your skin was smooth and tanned even after coming back from Egypt almost two months ago.

After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Y/N... Cor blimey, you're stunning..."

You moved closer to him and hummed, placing your hand on his shoulder. "Since I got you going in the changing room, I thought it'd be a good idea to finish it at home."

"Cor blimey, you're bloody hot today, innit!" Steven exclaimed, visibly satisfied with the sight. He placed rough hands on your hips, one of them slipping to your booty. "Maybe I shouldn't act like that back in the store but gurl, you're so hot it's nearly impossible to cool down by your side."

"Well, I do not want you to cool down. I'd love to see what you can do with me. I want you Steven, so badly." You almost whined, pawing at his shirt.

His eyes glistened with lust he tried to hide so much; unfortunately, the pressure and tension building within his abdomen once again that day made it impossible.

"C'mon, Steven. I know you want me. Don't hide it." You purred and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Steven cupped your cheeks in his hands and crushed his lips on yours, taking his time to kiss you deeply.

You hummed as you kissed him back, letting him completely dominate the kiss.

You wanted Steven to show you everything he could offer, since he was usually slow and soft. It's not that you were bored, but at the same time you knew he was capable of so much more.

Stephen slipped his fingers into your damp, lacy panties, sighing as he felt the wetness his fingers so desperately craved. While he kissed you hard, he breathed in your scent.

In a brief break, you sighed softly against his lips and kissed him again, placing your palms on his shoulders

The kisses he was offering you deepened as he rubbed your clit with two of his fingers, teasing your entrance by slipping one of them in just a little. Your lips trembled as he whispered, "So warm and wet. All mine."

"All yours." You assured with a soft nod, rolling your hips to get a bit more friction. "I cannot wait to feel you deep inside of me."

"I think we can do something about that."

His hand was out of your panties shortly after, and he picked you up easily, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips. You were in his arms as he sat you on the edge of the table, again crashing his lips against yours, humming in the kiss.

The excitement grew with every moment, and you couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

“Fuck.” Steven heard Marc chimed in mentally. “She'd gotten everyone's attention with that lingerie on.”

Steven ignored Marc's interruption completely and returned to rubbing your clit, this time through your lacy panties.

"Fuck, Steven." You gasped at his touch as your hands moved to his shirt, and your skilled fingers started to undo the buttons.

"Did I allow you to do that?"

"Oh Steven, please. I need to touch you!" You whined. 

“Don't let the girl take over the control so easily, just like I told you.” Marc reminded in mentally again.

“What if she wouldn't like it?” Steven replied within his mind while his eyes looked at your body hungrily.

“Trust me, she's going to love it.” Marc replied. “You're in control this time. You want her all hot for you? You want her eager like she has never been before? Do as we trained.”

"I think you need to work on that a little." Steven said, rubbing your clit faster, and then leaving you all hot as he proceeded to flop on the couch. "I'd like to see you dance and strip for me."

In shock, you pressed your legs together as you stared at him. Although you expected a lot from him, you never expected that much. Steven almost seemed unrecognizable to you, but you didn't mind. Before starting to dance, you got up from the table and walked a little closer.

Your moves demonstrated as much of your body as possible.

The pressure in the crotch of Steven's jeans forced him to adjust himself. He was still not satisfied, so he unbuckled his belt and opened his fly to take his cock out.

As you licked your lips, you watched him for a moment before returning to your dance.

The bra came first. You slipped it off quickly before throwing it to one side, playing with your boobs to make sure your chest was clearly on display. Then came your panties. You took them off while rolling your hips with your back facing him. Unlike the bra, you did not throw them on the side, you threw them at Steven. "Can my stockings stay, luv?"

The man smiled and nodded as he caught your panties. "You know how much I love it when you wear those, so please leave them on."

"Please leave them on?!" Asked Marc in Steven's head. "Man, you're the one in charge. You're not asking, you're demanding! What did I say to you?"

Khonshu added, "Idiot once, idiot forever."

Both voices started laughing.

Steven cleared his throat, rubbing his half-erected shaft slowly. "I want you to leave them on, babes."

Despite never being told to stop, you continued to dance. Since it was so exciting, you were eager to see what else he had prepared for you.

"Sit on my lap, please."

"Yeah. Ask her to make you some cocoa." Marc grunted. 

"Idiot, act like a man at least once or Marc will take over." Khonshu warned angrily.

Steven froze and raised his voice, looking up at you. "No! I mean, come to me, Y/N."

Although his little outburst freaked you out, you followed his instructions. You walked up to him with a smile on your face. "I like it when you're so bossy."

He smiled a little shyly. "You know, it's my first time being that way so I'm trying to do my best."

When you straddled his lap, he grunted, feeling your pussy grind against his cock. Steven attacked your breasts, kneading and wrapping his lips around your nipples, sucking and biting gently enough to not cause you pain.

His lips were so delightful to feel on you that you gasped. You moved your hands into his hair, rolling your hips against him with a soft moan escaping your lips. "And you do such a great job, my love. It feels amazing."

Steven said, referring to Marc and Khonshu, "I appreciate your concern and your suggestions, but I prefer to take the appropriate action on my own."

Khonshu who stood nearby, watching the scene, shouted angrily, "Look at that. Idiot's getting laid and he doesn't want any help from his friends."

Marc replied, "Sure, if you want to. Go get her, tiger."

"Did you just call that idiot a 'tiger'? He's only a kitten, to be more precise."

“Khonshu, let him have fun the way he wants. It's his life and his girl at stake." Marc added.

It was rare for Marc to stand by Steven's side, so Grant became truly grateful for Spector at that moment.

As you hummed loudly, you were enjoying the moment, but then it hit you. As you scowled, you grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at you. You studied his face carefully.

As Steven blinked a few times, he tried to avoid your gaze; he always felt intimidated when you stared deeply into his eyes, as it felt like you could read his soul too easily. "What's up?"

With anger, you raised one of your eyebrows, trying to read his expression.

"Is this really Steven here, or am I being played by Marc now? Is it some kind of a plan to help Steven?"

A frown crept across Grant's face as he replied, "It's me, Steven Grant. Well, I asked him what could I do to make you happy with our sexual relationship... I heard you mentioned to one of your friends that you were getting bored in the bedroom, so I thought I would try something new for you..."

"First of all, it's rude to eavesdrop and second, it's really sweet that you wanted to do something like this for me. That's why I love you." Smiling, you pressed a kiss against his lips. "Since you asked for his help, could you show me what he recommended?"

"Dove, it's hard when you keep talking."

With a mischievous smile, you challenged him. "Make me stop talking then!"

After a moment, he touched your lips with his rough ones.

As you kissed him back, you wrapped your hand around his dick so you could stroke him.

Instantly, his eyes closed, and he rolled his head back; it was always like that; whenever he tried to get control, you touched him in the right places to turn him into a whining puppy. "Oh, so good!"

Playing with him, you stroked and squeezed his member while whispering sweet praises into his ear.

In response to your teasing, Steven couldn't help it any longer, so he pushed you off of himself, placed himself between your spread thighs, shifted apart with his knee, and slid his shaft into you. He rocked his hips back and forth steadily as he rested his forehead against the crook of your neck.

While whining his name, you wrapped your leg around his waist, keeping him as close as you could.

Moaning his name, you pulled his curls and played with them softly. Grabbing his palm, you moved it between your bodies to demonstrate that your clit needed a touch of attention as well.

Steve kissed the side of your neck, looking down at the point where your bodies were connected. After rubbing your clit for a second, he backed his hand, brought it up to his lips, and spat on his fingers; he then returned his fingers to your pussy where he rubbed small circles around your clitoris while fucking you slowly, deeply.

"Fuck!" You shouted through parted lips, and grabbed his shoulder tightly, feeling your climax approaching. "Just like that. You are doing a great job."

The pace he took was steady, but his thrusts were deep and penetrating.

As you continued to praise and kiss him, you made sure that he knew how pleased he was making you feel.

When he kissed you deeply, he suddenly pulled his cock out of you.

Suddenly startled, you glared up at him, gasping loudly. "Is there something wrong?"

His fingers tapped against your hip. "I want you to lie on your side."

Like a good girl, you turned to your side, following his wish.

One of your legs was picked up, and he shoved himself into your pussy from behind with a soft grunt.

You let out a moan as you gasped loudly. Your hands clutched tightly at whatever you could grab. It felt so much better with a new angle. Everything he had done up to this point was new to him and you loved it.

He took his time to fuck you, slowly, with steady pace, as his lips pressed against your neck and cheek, his hands kneading your breasts.

Within moments, his hips spasmed, he let out a soft moan and milked your core with his thick cum, grunting right into your ear.

It wasn't just him who reached his peak, you did as well. As you moved your hand back into his hair, you tried to catch your breath. "Steven... Fuck. That was something! Oh, wow."

Just wherever he could reach, he placed tender kisses on your nape, cheek, and side of the neck. "I love you."

"I love you too." 

The two of you moved into a more comfortable position to cuddle after taking a moment to rest.

"Steven?"

In the meantime, Steven improved his jeans and boxers, reaching for his shirt to cover you. "Hmm?"

You made him look at you by cupping his cheek. "The surprise was pleasant, but you don't need to change to make me happy, luv. I love you for who you are and I want you to be yourself." Then you kissed him softly on the lips. "Besides, other guys know shit about women. Especially Khonshu."

"Khonshu is the God... He knows... Things. But don't worry, I won't change. I like who I am."

You laughed and nuzzled him as you joked, "Not even an Egyptian god could understand women."

"But... Did I make you feel good?"

Your arms wrapped around him as you assured him, "You always do, luv. I love you so much, Steven."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 13 - Blur The Lines || Steven Grant x fem!reader

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Summary: You are best friends with Steven Grant. Even though you enjoy your friendship, you decide to blur the lines.

Warnings: smut (handjob, cumming without penetration)

Word count: 1137

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Masturbation

Steven Grant is my best friend of many years. Sweet, smart, and with a dry wit that makes you laugh; measured and considered; he is the most level-headed person I've ever known.

I find this appealing, and it's one of the reasons I like him so much. Although I know he wouldn't blur our carefully drawn friendship, I yearn for it. I want to shock him so that he loses his composure and I can feel his desire for me. However, I feel insecure about the fact that he doesn't seem to be even slightly interested in me; I can describe a whole sexual encounter and Steven won't even raise an eyebrow.

It is not that I have tried to seduce him, but I have decided to change that. In this story, I'll tell you how I tempted Steven to cross our boundaries.

It was a hot summer night and I was staying at Steven's flat. On a visit to London, I crashed on his floor since we lived in different cities.

Our day was amazing and we really connected; we talked about work, health, and minds. It felt so good to be so close to him emotionally, but I wanted to be that close to him physically as well. When we got back to his flat after a walk, I decided to tease him a little. 

The summer dress I was wearing was green and floaty. As we sat on the floor chatting, I pulled my knees in, exposing my underwear to him; Steven glanced at my knickers a few times, but didn't seem concerned at all.

I decided to take a less subtle approach at that point. "Steven," I began, my voice light, "What do you think about when you masturbate? Do you watch a lot of porn?"

A little frown appeared on Steven's face as he held my gaze. This question was slightly out of the blue, but it wasn't really outside of our normal conversational limits. A sigh escaped his lips as he replied, "Really, I don't know. I sometimes watch porn, but I feel like it's getting a bit old."

The sight of him looking unnecessarily weary for our age hurt my heart a little. He's been clearly unlucky in love and hasn't really had much intimacy with others; I couldn't help but move closer to him. My intention was to be more direct, "Sometimes I fantasize about cuddling you while you touch yourself. Would you be open to that?"

His eyes met mine; his lips parted a little, but he did not appear upset; rather, he appeared curious. "Y/N, you know how much I love you, but I don't want to lose our friendship."

The solemnity of his speech made me laugh a little. "Who's talking about losing this friendship? We're so close, I just want to show that closeness." As I gauge his reaction, I smile lovingly. "No romance, just plenty of sexiness."

Steven smiled and nodded slowly as well. As he considered the idea, he kept calm as ever, nodding in approval. "A physical expression of friendship, no romance, only sex... I guess I can see that..."

"So?" I asked lightly.

He smiled and nodded, "Then let's try it. You need to spoon me."

We almost raced to his bed after laughing. Taking him close between my legs, I sat behind him. My lips were right by his ear, and I whispered to him to pull out his cock as I knelt up to view his crotch. 

Suddenly, he looked nervous, but did as I said, his cheeks blushed.

Having been best friends for so long, I knew he appreciated women who could take charge a little. The size of his cock surprised me; it's gorgeous, long, and slightly girthy. I gently caressed him. 

I breathed instructions into his ear and he became harder.

Having moved my hands away from him, I didn't need to say anything more; any initial shyness was gone as Steven's lust intensified. He started to stroke his full length as I whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

As he shared this moment with me, I felt myself getting nice and wet. Steven was so vulnerable right now, but we were at ease, our bodies as close as our souls. I slided my hands along his thighs, caressing his legs. Trying to squeeze as close to him as possible, I wanted to soak up his lust until I was dripping. Unconsciously, Steven gasped. 

His cologne lingered against my nose as I kissed him along his ear, down towards his neck. It was still possible to see his lovely cock being worked to its full size in his hand. 

Slowly and steadily he pumped himself, occasionally playing with his tip with his thumb, but never neglecting the full length of his considerable cock.

Without intending to, I licked my lips; I wanted to get on my knees and suck him off, have him fuck my mouth until I begged him to stop, but this wasn't about me - I needed to focus on him.

"That's it, sweetheart," I whispered to him, my mouth at his ear.

Steven started to pant a little.

"Steven, please, I need you to cum, baby, so bad," I begged him, gently nibbling on his earlobe.

As he leant back into me, he moaned and beat his cock faster.

As I moved my hands along his thighs gently tugging him so he had to spread his legs a little for me, I gently whispered, "That's it, sweetheart. Cum in my arms, baby, I love you so much."

Steven seemed to lose control. I locked eyes with him; he looked desperate, and lust-filled, and completely exposed to me, as his hand manically rubbed at his cock, hard and fast.

I kissed his forehead and caressed his cheek.

Turning to me, he let me hold him.

Over and over, eagerly and desperately, I instructed him to cum for me. He moaned openly, staring at me with desperate, almost devoted eyes.

"I need your cum," I breathed, feeling my wet cunt lips slip against each other as he jerked against me. 

In the end, Steven spewed long streams of thick, white cum all over himself.

For the first time, I kissed Steven on the lips, and he responded passionately. The moment I looked down at my best friend, who was covered in his own cum, I was astonished at how sexy and happy he looked.

Scooping up the cum with my fingers, I swallowed as much as I could before licking my fingers clean. There was a sense that I was really his, and he seemed really mine. I had made him happy, and he had given me what I craved the most - hot cum to lick up, while gazing at a man I cherished.

HELP ME FIND A JAKE LOCKLEY FIC!

I RANDOMLY READ A SMUT FIC ABOUT THE READER BEING A BRAT FOR STEVEN AND MARC SO JAKE TAMES HER, RECORDS IT FOR MARC AND STEVEN AND SAYS “TAG YOU’RE IT” AND MY IDIOT SELF FELL ASLEEP & LOST IT! I BELIEVE IT WAS GONNA HAVE A PART 2! IF YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT PLEASE GIVE ME THE NAME I BEG!

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