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gummywurme · 2 years

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Fly on the Wall

Summary: Marc finds himself enamored by an acquaintance from Steven’s line of work and decides to be front and center during an intimate moment unbeknownst to both parties.

Word count: 1.7K+

Rating: Mature 18+, Minors DNI

Pairing: Steven Grant/Reader, Marc Specter/Reader

CW: nsfw/smut, mild fluff, unprotected sex (p in v), dubious consent, mild ooc Marc, pwp

A/N: what’s poppin babes, I am completely ignoring tht khonshu part 2 fic rn so have this in return

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Marc notices her far before Steven could. Why wouldn’t he? Her work uniform as the tour guide really complimented her figure, a form-fitting skirt highlighting the curve of her ass. Brief moments where she’d bend over to pick something up, he’d wish the floor tiles had been waxed more often for just a peek. Hell, even with the steel coating of the toaster from the communal kitchen, he’d managed to notice the cleavage sported from an outfit different from the uniform. He’s lucky enough that he can admire her from afar without any consequences, the only limitation is that she and Steven have to be in the range of any reflective surfaces.

It gets better for him as she gets along with Steven, on late nights when Steven would walk her to the bus top, Marc finds himself admiring her further. Listening in to the conversations as they both wait for the bus, huddled close to one another under an umbrella in the cold pouring rain.

The two’s discussion was interrupted shortly with the bus’ arrival but resumes as they found their seats next to each other, Steven letting her take the window seat, Marc appears in the cool foggy pane, water droplets racing down as the bus continues its pace. He eavesdrops on the discussion between the two, which leads him to miss the fact they missed her usual stop. It surprises him further that she stands with Steven as he gets ready to hop off the bus.

The next time he sees them was in the mirrors of the elevator leading to Steven’s floor, Marc had to give it to him, he didn’t think the poor guy had any game at all. All those times cringing to poor Steven’s awkwardness around her, like that one time almost tripping at the entrance of the museum where she passes by to greet him as he showed up for work, actually comes to fruition.

As Steven welcomes her into his flat, Marc could only do nothing but wait for them to pass by the mirror beside the bed.

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You drag Steven by his hand and lead him to the bed, working to get his soaked coat off of him. “Come on now, don’t want to catch a cold now yeah?” You tease as he lets you drop it to the floor, “No, wouldn’t want to love, that’s why-” He smiles at the quip as he tugs off your cardigan, completely dry as Steven insisted on tilting the umbrella in your favor earlier, “I’ve got to get this off you.”

“Such a gentleman of you.” You sigh dreamily as Steven lets his hands feel the exposed skin of your arms, sensually dragging all the way up to your face, cupping it in his hands. He regards you for a moment, his thumb gently caressing your soft lips, the faint smell of cherry fills his senses, a scent he deems his favorite from this moment on.

You giggle at him, “Whatcha lookin’ at?” Your hands grasp at his forearms, following up until it lays on top of his hands, the ones holding your face with such gentleness, a value such as that of precious porcelain. “You. I’m looking at you. You’re just so…” he trails off, your very presence stealing his breath, “So beautiful, you make me feel like myself around you, a-and you have no idea how much that means to me.” His soliloquy grips at your heart, heat blossoming on your cheeks, heart skipping a beat. “I love you, Steven Grant.” His lips reach to you, a tale of his budding love for you, and you meet him back, a kiss in acceptance of his adoration that he has only for you. Hands wrapping over each other in an embrace, a burning desire to keep each other close to your hearts.

Steven runs his tongue over the seam of your glossy lips, you hum at his eagerness and open up for him. His moan vibrates through you at the contact of your tongue against his, his hands cradling your head at an angle where he can deepen the kiss, a hunger burning inside of him that only you can satisfy. You card your hand on his soft curly locks while the other subtly tries to unbutton his shirt. He takes notice of this and unlatches from your mouth, a silvery string connecting you both, breathlessness overcoming, and with surprising strength, he carries you by your thighs, carefully placing you on his unmade bed.

The moment you’ve both fully undressed, Steven has his lips on you once more. He trails his kisses down your body, lashing his tongue over the column of your neck, then lowering down to suck and nip at your stiffened nipples, his face fixated between your chest switching the attentive sweep of his tongue on either of the hardened buds before him, accompanied by his large, warm hands pawing on your breasts, a methodological squeeze and a roll of his palms.

Steven feels a pull from deep inside of him, it drags him away from the grip of consciousness, whether it was from fatigue or his sleeping disorder, he relents, fighting the urge to blackout in front of you, especially at this very moment he’s been dreaming of since he’d met you those months ago.

Give me the body, Steven. Time to go out buddy.

Steven could only register the fading darkness behind his eyelids for a second, snapping back to reality with a moan rumbling out of his mouth, a sweet, tangy kind of saltiness is what he registers next. “Oh! Steven! L-like that-” he hears your breath hitch, his eyes catch your distant face then recoiling back to fully look at you, laid out on his bed, hands weakly gripping at the cool sheets beneath him, legs spread apart with a subtle outline of a handprint around your thighs, and your cunt, a pretty blush pink, is slick and swollen from his previous administrations, oh how Steven will etch this picture of you in the back of his head for eternity.

He traces his lips, evident with your juices coating his fingertips, eyes blown wide with lust from the realization, then goes back to devouring your pussy. A delectable feast was laid out for him.

While deeply immersed in his work of making you come undone on his tongue, savoring the taste of you by memory, Steven had his eyes closed, he doesn't notice the seamless transition, his actions taken over by another.

Fucking finally.

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Marc snaps his eyes open, feeling the control of his body once more. He sees you squirming on the bed, one of your hands leaving the sheets, and making its way onto Marc’s curls, a firm grip with the occasional tug whenever he did something magical with that tongue of his.

His mouth shifts upwards, making swift broad stripes over your clit in tandem with his fingers making their way into your dripping entrance, a sudden tight grip on his hair and he smirks. Suddenly, two fingers plunge inside and you arch against the delicious stretch, hips canting upwards to chase the pleasure but “Steven” pushes you back down, holding you in place as the rapid pistoning of his fingers prepares you for something much bigger. You feel the beginning of your climax bubbling, and you, try as you might, to warn him, ”I-I’m a-abou–” He takes it as a cue to return to sucking your clit, keeping his fingers at the same pace and angle.

The pressure of your thighs between his head was the first coming of the orgasm Marc brings out of you, the second was your hips lifting off the bed, his mouth never breaking contact, as you scream out the overbearing pleasure heavy inside you, fuzzy electricity coursing throughout your pelvic region sending the tingling euphoric sensation up to your spine, soon fading out as tender waves all around your body, soon fading out, cascading you down to postcoital bliss.

In your blissed-out state, Marc prepares himself, stroking his erect cock with his come-coated hand. Few steady pumps to your image and he leans over you, lining himself up. Even in your condition, you happily spread your legs, welcoming him as he nudges the head of his cock against your sensitive bud, making you bite back whimpers, smaller hands latching onto his shoulders as an anchor as he slowly impales you.

“Oh, G-God! Steven! Fuck, you’re big! S-shit!” you exclaim, rolling your head back onto the pillows. Marc leans on his elbows, bracketing either side of your head, he fists the sheet, grip as steel, the other caressing your face, light as feather. He starts the thrusting of his hips when your feature softens along with the grip on his shoulders, your face contorting in pure ecstasy when he hits that angle. “P-please, Steven, I need,” you aimlessly begged, unsure what you call out for, but Marc knows what you want, sweet release. So he busies his hands, trailing down your throat, a firm hold, not enough to choke and restrict, but with a pressure to let you know, that no one else out there can make you feel pleasure as he does. He straightens his back so he could reach his other hand out to pluck and pull your nipples. A throaty cry echoes the dim flat, tears leaving a shiny path behind as Marc wrings out another oncoming orgasm from you.

He swirls his thumb around your aching clit as you chant out Steven’s name, telltale signs of your climax follows suit. Marc loses himself to the siren call of your moans, drenched pussy clenching tight as a vise, a few more sloppy thrusts and he finishes himself in you. The extortion left him panting and breathless, head leaning back, letting the afterglow wash over him.

He finds you limp as a ragdoll when he pulls out, leaning closer to see his seed seep out of you, curious, he drags his finger and pushes it back in, a tired moan coming out of you. He softly chuckles at that, as a goodbye, he kisses you softly as you slip into slumber.

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Steven doesn’t recall a thing last night, only a fleeting sensation of pleasure, muscle memory he thinks. But he’s not going to complain, seeing you wrapped under his arms makes his heart flutter, giving you a loving peck on your forehead as you snuggle further into his chest, a content sigh leaving you.

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