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little-worm-grant · 3 months

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How They Loved You

Moonboys x You (Reader)

730 words / 18+ only, no minors

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Summary: Who fell in love with you first? How do they behave around you? Some ramblings of how each of the alters likes to love you.

Warnings: No smut but suggestive.

Dedicated to @lunaselena - ♥

Steven thought it the moment he met you. The way you talked. The way you smiled at him. How kind you were. Didn’t show him any sign of being sick of his rambling. He was smitten. Didn’t take him long to blurt it out. He wanted to please you in every way he could think of. He learned fast. Intuitive towards you. Empathetic to your needs. He listened. Searched for ways to gently push buttons he never knew existed before you.

Simply having you existing gave him all the motivation he needed to try and make you happy. You let him explore and find his confidence. In turn, he’d find ways to surprise you. Always with that dopey grin on his face and that eagerness like you wouldn’t believe.

He’d be the one that’d spend a whole movie massaging your back. Cuddling or staring at you that little bit longer or until he couldn’t any more. He’s easily flustered and still bashful at times. Eyes quickly cast away as you strip the last of your clothing. His gaze would always return.

Once he was comfortable in your space? He’d be sneaking up to try and surprise you. Playful in his kisses and bites against you. Knowing exactly what he was doing but feigning innocence. More giggly in his flirting and teasing. Checking in when he can to make sure everything he’s doing and you’re doing is okay. He’d worship the ground you stood on if he could.

Sure, he liked you for a while, but it took Marc getting to know you before it came down hot and heavy. Suddenly there was no air to breathe unless it was yours. You were his thoughts day and night. He needed all his time with you. Felt he was missing out anytime the others were with you instead of him.

Years would pass and he’d still be the same way. Utterly devoted. Not loud in his affection or words like the others sometimes were, but he made sure you knew he loved you. Gentle in all the right ways. Rough in the ways you both needed. He’d be the one doing the most to make sure you were cared for. Feed you. Drag you into baths and showers with him. Pull you into his arms to nap with him.

Marc loves you and only you. You’re more important to him than himself. He’d be the kind to burn the world down just to keep you safe. He’d kill for you. He’d be the most unstable if you left. A kind of obsessiveness he knows can’t be healthy but can’t help himself.

Took the longest time for him to express his feelings. Even if he felt it, he never expected it to be reciprocated. Marc’s good at putting on a show of being stoic and decisive. Deep down he still felt undesirable, like he wasn’t worth you. How lucky he was to have such a person to orbit around. You were his sun. His planet. And all the stars around him.

Took him the longest to come around to the idea of loving you. Told yourself it was because he wasn’t out much and when he was he’d tried to avoid you and the others. Too used to his own bubble. Worried you’d hurt him if you got the chance. By being in constant proximity to the others, you caught glimpses of him. And in those glimpses, you seemed to like what you saw.

Jake’s moment of falling in love wasn’t hard and fast like Steven’s, or hot and heavy like Marc’s. It was an “awww fuck. Shit.” Kind of moment. Him standing there rubbing his gloved hand over his face because he realizes he really does care about this spicy little dumbass. You drive him crazy and he couldn’t understand until now why he wants you to keep doing that.

He wants to excite you. Take you out to see and do things you’ve probably never seen or done before. Enjoys the company in those long drives he loves to take. You catch him off guard with being okay he’s more his own person. He likes to be around and indispensable to others. Likes that you like seeing him like that. Marc’s bold, but Jake can be bolder. He’s possibly a little more on the competitive side. Isn’t one to back down.

#steven grant #marc spector #jake lockey #moon knight #oscar isaac #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #open rp #open starter #marcs pov #jakes pov #stevens pov #moon boys

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usermarquez · 3 days

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You'll confess why you did it, and I'll say, "Good riddance." And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive. The smallest man who ever lived.

#marc marquez #valentino rossi #motogp #rosquez #motogpedit #bynadya #tsinspired #n.edit #tag: rosquez #*lyrics #i think the bridge is how they think of each other??? maybe i'll make a part two from vale's pov one day idk.....

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moonshynecybin · 1 month

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marc undressing another man.... sorry but you can't tell me vale wouldn't be the most jealous man on planet earth. he doesn't want marc anymore (or at least that's what he tells himself) but at the same time nobody else is allowed to have him! he would sooner forgive and forget everything that happened than be okay with seeing marc with someone else

vale sowing: haha fuck yeah!!! yes!!

vale reaping: Well this fucking sucks. what the fuck.

truly like. jealousy is another one that’s interesting to play out for them because marc is so blindingly and publicly and LOUDLY stuck on vale. like to this day vale can open his instagram explore page or whatever and see marc in a cunty turtleneck with his cheekbones out and dramatic reality show confessional lighting pontificating about how vale can totally call him later if he wants to fuck. marc voice please please please youre nothing. now. that being said. i don’t know if vale 100% believes marc is in EARNEST on those (myriad) occasions, but certainly it helps him on a subliminal level to know he was the best dick of marc’s life and he isn’t over him.

where this gets reallyyyy interesting for me is post ALL IN, where i think marc is trying to actually fire back a lil… exert some autonomy. take off the widow’s veil. like suddenly vale has lost the proverbial high ground in terms of being in this weird longing covenant with marc. he’s lost his love, in a way. break up 2: this time he maybe WONT come to your semiannual post retirement mildly drunk booty call :( and hilariously. i can see that fucking rattling him a bit.

so vale’s in his own head. pathetically shadow boxing his demons. whatever so it goes. and he ALSO notices at the next race he attends that marc has gotten a new trainer. older than him. italian. the marc marquez special as we have all seen and perceived. and five alarm bells are ringing in the back of vale’s head like FULL kill bill sirens and then he sees the new trainer guy (nice normal dude hired for PT. marc has met him. Twice.) like. dig a thumb into the muscle of marc’s arm and marc’s whole body visibly relaxes and vale feels about ten different types of insane about it. like he LOVESSSS to do things for people he cares about its his favorite thing. and if he saw marc get a need fulfilled like that when he’s been so obviously wanting and in pain— and directly AFTER his i’m done with you for realsies docu-break up letter— vale would go fucking crazybananas. like he enrolls in an online massage therapy class that day. just in case. not even under a fake name he’s that rattled.

#LOSING. the idgaf war. and then of course post reconciliation it’s marc being normally nice to someone #and them CLEARLY hitting on him so vale swoops in #just extremely and aggressively charming and pleasant and Valentino Rossi hi have we met i have nine world titles what do you do again??#while also tucking marc under his arm and like. dragging him away to fuck in the bathroom VERY obviously #motogp #asks #callie speaks #POV: VALENTINO ROSSI HAS ENROLLED IN YOUR ONLINE MASSAGE CERTIFICATION

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kingofthering · 5 months

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HONDA RACING THANKS DAYS 2023 | Marc Marquez and Max Verstappen explaining the difference that aero makes on bikes and cars (and saying that they hate it).

#marc marquez #max verstappen #from a technical pov this is really interesting to listen to #y: 2023 #hrc thanks days 2023 #3393

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little-bug-el-faouly · 4 months

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Layla's pov: Asylum Escape #2

► Part one: Asylum Escape

‘Do you even recognize me?’

He did. Mostly. Took a moment of them staring like she might just disappear again before the words came pouring out. All slurred without much of a filter.

She let him ramble until she got something she understood. There were quiet moments between where he spaced out. Layla waited patiently. Understandably, that took some time. He wasn’t in a good state. Wasn't like she had anywhere else to be, he had all of her attention.

“Echar una mano-“

“Should say it in French mate she knows that one.”

“Dejar plantado-”

“Sorry Layla.”

“Mi polola~”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“Less cursing, more French guys. C'mon! Bonjour Layla! T’es belle!”

“Cut it out. We need to-”

“Sorry bruv I’m just tryna say ‘ello.”

"Será mejor que no le hables así.”

“And you need to shut the fuck up too.”

“Bit of a mess up here innit? Sorry.”

“No. Layla you need to go. It’s not uh-”

“Si amor, no es seguro aquí.”

“Not a vacation is what it is. It’s bloody awful.”

“Safe. It’s not safe. Trap.”

“Si, I said that.”

“No, you didn’t, you wibbled on in Spanish.”

“Spanish? Ah. My mistake. Hard to think right now.”

“They’re not going to let me leave. Needed you to get me to talk.”

“He’s right. You must leave, mi vida.”

“I will end you.”

The laugh that came out of him definitely wasn’t Marc. She was certain his hand would have waved a grander gesture or punched himself if it hadn’t been restrained. Layla watched him struggling and tried to not let her nose crinkle up. It hurt to see him like this. He shouldn’t be here. Couldn’t hold himself in the front for long. Maybe it was the sedatives they had him on? Or just this place? She didn’t know. She’d never seen them this bad before.

“Hey- hey, hey, hey. All of you. Shut up a sec. Look at me.”

They did. He did. Head strained to lift up a fraction more so he could try and hold her stare. Layla softened her eyes, wishing she could reach out and hold his hand. She was going to do one better.

“I’m not leaving here without you. You got that? I need you all to get on the same page. If you’re right, we got one shot at this. Can you hold yourself up? Why haven't you used your suit yet?”

"Fine, but I don’t like this."

“I mean I’ll try. Rooms a bit spinny."

"Old bird? In the mood he's in? Hah."

"That stupid pigeon-”

“It's complicated.”

“What you got planned for us chica?”

“I swear. Once I take off these restraints, if you punch yourself, we’re going to have a problem. Focus.” “You tell ‘em, love.”

“I am focused.”

“Ahh he’s behaving now wife is here.”

"Shut your mouth."

Layla worked on the restraints behind his back. Helping him up to his feet. Keeping an arm around him while he gathered his bearings. Layla guided him towards the door, letting him lean his weight onto her as they moved.

Pushing him up against the wall just out of view. Close enough to be sharing each other's air, he leaned in but she didn't rise to it. Instead, she raised her hand to gesture for him to wait for the signal. He leaned back with a more stern expression, and then his eyebrows shot up and a more nervous one broke through. She thumped her fist against the door until one of the escorts opened it. Show time.

#layla el faouly #may calamawy #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #oscar isaac #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #open starter #open rp #laylas pov

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little-worm-grant · 3 months

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Spicy Marc: Need You

Marc Spector x You (Fem!Reader)

662 words / 18+ only, no minors

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Summary: What if Marc had you pinned down and could do whatever he wanted? He's obsessed with you and seems to have only one goal on his mind; getting you off.

Notes: It's just smut to feed the gremlins - it's me, am gremlins.

Warnings: Soft dom Marc kind of, established relationship, teasing, marking, hair pulling, fluff/praise, masturbation, vaginal fingering, edging, orgasm delay.

“You looked like this in a dream I once had. You were beautiful in that too.”

“You’re not the only one that’s dreamed about this.”

You breathe back raggedly. Laid back with him holding you down. His hand pressing into yours.

“Oh?” he lit up. A thrill in knowing he was on your mind. He looked like he wanted to ask about it. He'd need to hear that story some other time. His other hand already sliding down into your underwear as a reward.

Maybe that’s why he left some marks along your neck. Liked the way you squirmed against his thigh between your legs. Liked the way you reacted to him holding your jaw. Liked knowing you were his. You could have playfully swatted him away at any point, but you didn’t. Trusted him to take care of you like he’d promised.

His fingers felt nice stroking over your fluttering cunt, finding them coated in your slick in no time at all. It made his mouth water and dry all at the same time. Your other hand squeezed his as he held it. Little moments of affection. Fingers entwined, squeezing back. Letting you know he was right there with you. Keeping you close to him.

He moved his thumb in a slow back-and-forth motion experimentally over your clit. Enjoying the way your hips rocked to chase the friction. Deep in your heat his middle finger felt the way you twitched and throbbed. Almost begging for more. Crawling up to that cascading bliss.

Your hand found its way into his hair. Tugging him down towards you. Marc hissed a groan and chuckled breathily. You buried your face into his shoulder. Marc tilted his head to press the side of his head into yours. All the moans and whimpers you tried to muffle were music to his ears.

He introduced a second finger to stroke you from the inside out. Thumb picking up pace to see your reaction. Breathing stuttering and his rhythm stumbling when he felt your hand stroke up against his tented boxers. His hand squeezed against yours. Slowing his rhythm so he could concentrate on bringing his head back to look at you. Your stammered words. His name. Almost like a prayer. He was thinking the same thing about your name. Marc could drown in that look you gave him.

“Yeah. That’s it. It's- fuck.” His brain frazzled out as he searched for the words to tell you how perfect this was. Giving up and dipping in to kiss you instead.

“I’m all yours, baby.”

Keeping his mouth pressed on yours. Wanting to swallow any noises you made. His fingers picked the pace up again. Finding that rhythm that you seemed to love. His own body betrayed him with his hips rolling to push himself into your hand. Desperate for any contact you’d give him. A groan against your needy little moans.

He whispered against your lips.

“Getting closer hm? I can tell. Soon. You have no idea how good you feel. Hold it for me.”

He talked you through it. Leaning back to try and read your face when it was too much. Memorizing this moment of you fucking yourself on his fingers.

"Look at you," He'd coo. "Such a good girl." He'd smirk watching you tremble. He’d gently thrust with his wrist and rocked his thumb over your swollen clit in quick succession. His hand held yours tight, grounding you like it was your only lifeline.

“You’re doing so good. I got you. You can let go.”

His hand kept repeating the same motions waiting to feel you lose control of your body. Slowing down the pace and easing up completely off your clit. He peppered more kisses against your lips as you danced somewhere on the moon. Fingers coming up to his lips to clean and give you a moment to recover. The night wasn't over yet for you. Far from it. Marc was just getting started.

#marc spector #moon knight #oscar isaac #marc spector smut #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight smut #marcs pov

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usermarquez · 1 year

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he’s everything. he’s just ken.

#repsol honda pov:#marc marquez #motogp #nadya.txt

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moonshynecybin · 1 month

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wanna have thoughts about Sepang pre-season testing 2015 and how that photo of the two of them wearing swim trunks happened and what else might have taken place that day/week

prompt 4! because it is my brand i must say that cal crutchlow was also there in real life for the rosquez beach date and we must never forget this. he isnt in this story but please hold that in your mind okay thank you. anyways this story is about considering what it would be like to interrogate your very sexy coworker's control issues while you are slightly sauced and neither one of you are wearing shirts. so it goes.

Vale takes a sip of his drink and looks over at Marc, sprawled out on the lounger next to him, limbs loose and easy in the glow of the sun. His swim trunks are riding up, exposing the pale, tender skin on the inside of his thighs. He's already looking at Vale.

Of course he is.

"So, you don’t like the beach?" Vale asks, to try and get his mind of something else. Marc is— Marc is competition. He shouldn't.

Marc hums. "I don’t like being in the water, it’s different."

Interesting. That's not what Vale expected.

"Why? You can swim." He's seen him in the pool earlier, hollering with his brother and dunking him under the water. Shiny and wet under the Malaysian sun.

Marc shrugs, unbothered, and Vale spends some time with the movement of his shoulders, the cut of his muscles. It's fine. Marc wont be able to see his where his eyes are lingering, anyways. Vale is wearing sunglasses. It's harmless.

"I don’t know what’s in there— I always think there’s a shark or something that's going to eat me." Marc's nose scrunches as he talks, and he looks like he's about to laugh.

"You drive motorcycles for a living," Vale replies, voice light. It seems ludicrous that Marc would be scared of something like a shark attack, with what they both do for a living. With what Marc does in particular.

Marc flicks up his sunglasses to squint at Vale, smile still huge on his face. "So do you, are you saying you aren’t scared of anything?"

"I’m not." Vale answers with a straight face.

Marc laughs. It's easy to make him laugh. "I see!"

Vale nods. "No, I’m very brave."

Marc's still laughing, strong forearm thrown over his stomach now.

Vale really shouldn't.

"But you," Vale sits up, faces towards Marc. He’s a little drunk, Vale thinks. A little pink from the sun, still pale from the winter. “You are very brave.”

"Thank you," Marc takes a long sip from his drink, lips wrapped around his straw. Jesus.

Vale shakes his head. It’s not quite a compliment. “No no no no— you take risks. Not like a normal one of us.” He flips his shades down and slumps back. Looking at Marc is maybe too much right now. “And you are scared of the ocean.”

"I don’t like flying either."

Vale blinks. "What?"

Marc shrugs, the corners of his mouth digging impishly into his cheeks. He blinks lazily, and stretches a bit. Keeps his eyes steadfastly on Vale.

"It’s all… out of my control. On the bike I can ride. I know my lines, I know when to brake, how far to lean. It’s up to me. In the sky? The ocean? It’s up to other people. It’s up to God." He shakes his head. "There's too much chance.”

Vale chews on the the inside of his cheek, turns the idea of that over in his head. "Isn’t the chance fun?" He asks. It is to him.

"No." Marc answers.

"Hm." They stay there for a second, listening to the distant crash of waves. To the unknown quantity that is the sea. Vale thinks about it. Thinks about what it means to be surprised. To lose control. To feel like he doesn't know what's going to happen next. About how Marc makes him feel like that all the time.

He really shouldn't.

"Marc?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to get out of here?"

#also fun fact. that pic was taken on my birthday.#wrote most of this last night but it was largely the dialogue. and i forgot that i wrote it marc pov. so when i started editing #and adding character thoughts/movement and i got to the end where suddenly marc was having opinions #i was like ARIANA what are you doing here ???#motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez #my fic #not entirely satisfied with this but these are just practice so im not sweatin #prompts

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dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes · 2 years

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First Date Sex: Steven

(Untitled Series, Part 4a)

August 6 | |August 6B

Summary: I think the title says it all or does it?

Word count: (I wrote this in tumblr; if someone wants to tell me, I will put it in here).

Warning: SMUT! NSFW. 18+. Unprotected sex. P in v. Oral (m and f receiving). Fingering. Cockwarming. Praise kink. Rough sex. Manhandling. Bondage. Masochism. Daddy kink. Safe word system (stop light colors).

Pairing: Steven Grant x afab!Reader, Marc Spector x afab!Reader, Jake Lockley x Afab!Reader

Author’s Note: Sorry, not sorry it is so long. 😉😏🥴😈Not Beta’d. Mistakes are my own. I’m bad with tenses. Help me catch that, please. Enjoy as many times as you would like. 😏

Feedback is gold!

August 7th:

Steven is asleep in my bed. 😬 🥴

Gawd, the things that man can do. He is like pure muscle. The abdominals on that man, I want to bite and lick each one again and again. The stamina he has is amazing. We had sex three times and they were all so different and delicious. Omg, I feel like a horny teenager. Shit. I wonder if he wakes up with morning wood because I could so go again. 😮 Yup, I’ve become a horny teenager again. Fuck me. Hehe.

Where the fuck do I begin? I mean his lips are so soft and just the perfect shape.

Wait!

August 6th:

Dinner was so fun. I asked why he picked it even though he was vegan which he was surprised I remembered. It was so cute. So, I did the bold thing: I stood up and reached out my hand saying we should go find a place we can both easily eat. I even suggested this great food cart that is near the museum a lot. It’s like Mexican-ish which I was worried he was taken aback at my recommendation but he took my hand and we just walked over there.

He slouches. I never realized it until we were walking and holding hands. Hahaha. 🤷‍♀️ His hands are kind of calloused but the rest of his skin is soft. It was like electricity holding his hands and I was awake. My heart was just pounding whike we walked over to the food cart. It was so delicious but his company was the best thing.

Ok! I just didn’t want him eating salad and bread sticks. That is not a dinner to, at the very least, make out after. The mouths were not gonna be talking the whole time and I knew that. >.>

Anyway, he knows French. He even tutors people sometimes which is so cool. Oooo, I wonder if I can get him to speak French while we fuck. 🤤 Why didn’t he admit to knowing Spanish too?

Is it weird to be highly turned on and extremely embarrassed about all the sex last night? It was a little odd. I wonder if he likes to roleplay. He was speaking Spanish at one point with a really good accent and then the time before that I swear he sounded American. I don’t care. I’m good with it all. Just need to actually talk with him about it. I can do that, right?

I just wish I knew he was into bdsm because when he was speaking Spanish and demanded I call him Papí, and then pinned me against the damned wall. Whew, that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever done. He knows where to bite too.

It was just odd because it was almost like he was building up to that or maybe he was just trying to test limits without really talking about it, maybe? I don’t know.

I’m getting ahead of myself again, fuck!

So, we sat and ate and thankfully I remembered minty gum. He took some too which was good because I got a slightly hot burrito and not sure if he likes spice that much. Don’t want that anywhere except the mouth anyway. It was fun because afterwards it was all sweet and romantic. We walked the streets in the moonlight and just talked. He told me about his Mom and how he returned to London.

How he just loved to read and used to have a serious sleep problem that eventually turned out to be something else which he seemed nervous about. Poor guy, I told him he doesn’t have to explain everything or give me his life story. It’s the fun of dating, isn’t it? Getting to know each other. He asked me if I wanted to do this again and I instantly said yes then tried to back up because I got embarrassed not wanting to sound like a teenage girl. 🤦

Fine, I’m fangirling over Steven. It ain’t like he is gonna find out? Unless I tell him which would be like a long time down the road, like a year or more or something. Huh. Yeah.

It was sweet and so fun. We ended up walking back to my place which is only like four or five blocks from the museum anyway but it was subconscious. I didn’t plan to bring him back to my loft, ok? I just wanted to make out, get felt up, maybe blow him if I was lucky. That went out the window when I invited him up. I even made him tea and then he saw all the books he’d ever recommended to me to read about Egypt.

I panicked. It was sad because I could feel my face just got fully hot and knew I had to be turning red which made me nervous. So nervous in fact that I spilled my tea on my lap. Yes, nearly boiling earl grey tea on my thighs. Good job, Y/N. You’re a fucking klutz. 🥴

That’s how everything started though. 😉 I tried to stop the spill which you can’t do then I nearly burned my hands too. My dress thankfully is cotton so I didn’t ruin it but it hurt. Steven rushed the freezer and grabbed some frozen veg to help me with the burn. He cleaned up the mess. I think he got embarrassed because I think he was talking to himself at one point. It was sweet. I can get so nervous sometimes that I’m not surprised I can hardly get past first dates with my klutziness. Oy.

He sat me at my table and checked my thighs to make sure it wasn’t a bad burn. The dress tried to stick but it was just the honey and sugar, thankfully.

I don’t know what came over me. It felt like everything was a culmination up to that point: as I watched him push up my dress along my thighs, I could feel myself just getting turned on. He had no idea what he did to me. I remember how I cupped the side of his face in my splayed fingers. The stubble rubbing on my palm and fingertips. It made me shiver and I chewed on my lip a little too hard because when he looked at me, I leaned down and kissed him harder than I meant to. My lip hurt a little. 😆

I think he panicked and froze since it was unexpected but once I licked his lips, he gasped and grabbed the back of my neck, pushing his tongue in my mouth like a starving man; I just moaned into his. He kept his other hand on my exposed thigh as I sat and he kneeled. When we stood up maintaining the kiss, his hand slid up my side and around my back to my bra, actually.

For someone who claims they don’t date much, he has amazing instincts in bed. 🤩

Things got intense rather quickly.

I wrapped my arm over his shoulder and held his neck in my hand. I played with the little, soft hairs on the back of neck and in his hair, gently scratching his scalp. He moaned when I did so I slowed my pace and kept doing it. I even carded my hand through his soft locks and pulled a little here and threw which drew another moan from him. His moans just made me more wet and went straight to my center, like a coil tightening. Each time, it just made me want him more and more.

It was like I couldn’t breathe and he was my air. I could not get enough of his mouth and tongue. His lips are so soft and just the perfect size for mine. That man can kiss. When he pulled back, because he did, I was willing to pass out kissing him. >.>( )

We were both gasping for air. His usually brown eyes were nearly black, his pupils were so dilated with lust. I could feel how swollen my lips were and licked them. God, I needed more of him. Almost like I craved him, I had no idea I could want someone this much.

He was so much better than anything I imagined and I am so glad.

His mouth skipped mine and went to kiss that sensitive spot under my ear. I shift my arms to where they were more around his neck. I almost came from that spot alone. I think my panting and moans were an encouragement to him. When he moved down to neck, he was playing me like an instrument. He lips kissed and sucked then nipped the already sensitive skin and sucked again. He kept this up three or four times down the left side of my neck: kissing spots, sucking and brought the skin into his teeth, nipped with a slight rubbing Of teeth, and then sucked again, leaving bruises all the way down. I came undone. I dug my hands into his shirt and held on for dear life. I remember moaning his name and attempted to tell him I was cumming but couldn’t say anything else. I quickly became weak kneed from the intensity of that pleasure roaring through me.

I’m certain he was caught off guard because I felt him push me into him and readjust his hands to hold me up. I was already flushed but I know I grew more so when he let up and looked at me a bit confused. I was so out of it, I told him all breathy and panting, “Don’t stop.” He just grinned and asked, “You sure, Love?”

I cannot get enough when he calls me that. I just want to ride his cock every time he does.

I remember licking my swollen lips and nodding. Practically begging him to keep going, “Please, Steven.” His eyes looked over my whole face, I could feel it, and then he kissed me with so much passion and such force that he bruised my lips. They ached when he let up. He walked me back to my small table and easily lifted me up on to it. I wrapped my legs around his waist bring him to me entrapping him in between my thighs. I could feel his semi aroused cock in his jeans against my clothes sex. I started unbutton his shirt and he pulled it off tossing it on the floor. When I went for his belt, he stopped me and grinned, “You’re turn, Y/N.”

I forgot I had clothes on. I wish I could be joking but I’m not. He started puking my dress up and that’s when I realized I was sitting on it so I leaned back holding myself up with elbows and lifted my hips up for him. He pulled my soft dress over my head leaving me in matching bra and panties. I toed my flats off and they dropped to the floor.

Steven though when he looked at me was…I don’t know. It was embarrassing and made me feel so beautiful all at once. I sat up and reached for him grabbing his neck and making him kiss me again. I dug. Y hand back into his hair. I needed to hear him moan so I carded my fingers again and grabbed a handful tugging which drew his head back as he groaned. I was surprised by the grin I felt on my face because his moans were like flames rushing through my veins straight to my core bring me that much closer to my next orgasm.

I was so frustrated by our height difference that I pushed him away and hopped off the table. He was surprised and confused until I grabbed his hand pulling him to my king size bed. I turned him around and pushed him on to the comforter — yes, I made that bed just in case. I quickly grabbed his shoes and socks, and threw them behind me. I went for his belt again followed by unzipping his jeans. He lifted his hips so I could slide them down his legs. He wore boxer briefs, gray that matched his shirt. I licked my lips and chewed on lower lip as I approached him. He sat up on the bed and reached for me which I shook my head. “Not yet,” I told him so his hands rested on the bed. He watched me with his brow furrowed and lips slightly pursed. I put my hands on his knees and slowly slid up his thighs and squeezed slightly. He hummed in response. He leaned back as I reached his waistband and I swiftly slid them down, waiting be damned. His hard cock sprang free and it looked delicious. There was pre-cum starting to leak from the tip.

He began to speak, “Y/N, you don’t—“ but I stopped that with a flick of my tongue against that slit and he tasted salty, slightly bitter, and a touch of tangy sweetness. I then slid the width of my tongue flat fla down the underside of his cock. He laid down when I began to go back up and swirled around the tip, gently suckling the head for a few moments. He moaned my name and his hands went straight into my hair almost by instinct. I slid his hard thick cock in my mouth, the weight against my tongue and I moaned around him. Steven felt so good in my mouth and while I couldn’t take all of him, I had a hand around the base that was just long enough for my hand to cover to give him full coverage for that beautiful dick of his.

I slowly slid up his hard cock then back down keeping my hand with my mouth to cover his full length. As I began to speed up, his fingers turned into fists and pulled my hair.

God, I love my hair being pulled too.

When I got into a rhythm, he pulled me off of him. “Love, I’m not gonna last if you keep this up,” he said as he sat up and pulled me up to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and his other skimmed my face to my neck into my hair. I closed my eyes when he pressed his lips to mine, such a change. He was so gently and left me wanting more that when he pulled away I tried to follow him. He grinned and chuckled which made me feel even hotter as I looked down at his chest. “Sorry,” I said.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered. “Come here,” he patted next to him and scooted back on the bed. I crawled on my bed and stopped next to him. That’s when I sadly realized I still had clothes on and chuckled. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra letting it slide down my airs before tossing it to the floor without thought.

“Beautiful,” I heard him say as he looked at my breasts. I did a double take on my own breasts. They’re small and kind of perky but never had anyone call them beautiful. It was almost distracting so I shrugged. I sat down and leaned back about to take off my own underwear when Steven stopped me. The look on his face confused me. He has both hands on both of mine and this almost incredulous look on his face as if it were wrong for me to be getting myself undressed. I silently looked at him confused. He took my wrists in his and pinned them above my head watching my face as he did it.

“Is this ok, love ?” Steven asked as laid his naked, muscular body on top of mine and held my wrists for a few seconds. I could feel his cock resting against my thigh and oh, I wanted him buried inside me but he had other ideas.

I nodded, “Very much so.”

“No touching,” he instructed. I could feel the smile I was trying to resist become a grin and he slid back down my body to sit in between my legs. He carefully took off my very wet panties and tossed to the floor with a smirk. I looked away embarrassed. That smirk seemed a look if triumph at the time but I’m not so sure now. He pushed my legs apart and laid down between my legs. My heart instantly sped up as I watched his head approach my dripping center. I clasped my hands together to stop them nervously shaking.

I don’t have a lot of experience with this and the little I do have we’re not very enjoyable. I was unsure what to expect so my nerves were quickly starting to get to me.

So, when he swiped his tongue from bottom of my lips up to my clit and circle my already engorged bundle of nerves then sucked on it as he gave kitten licks, I think I passed out for a few moments. The next thing I knew Steven had two fingers inside me rubbing my g-spot and wide licks across my clit that made me buck my hips involuntary. He held my hips down by pressing on my lower abdomen. He is fucking strong because I was gone.

I think that is the fastest I’ve ever cum in my life and I’m sure everyone on my floor knows what I did last night. He was playing me like an expert and knew where to touch and lick to have me begging for him to stop. He didn’t let up once I started either. I dug my hands under the headboard and my heels into the bed holding on for the ride. He knew how to extend the fucking orgasm. Who knows those things? Seriously!

He thrusted his fingers and made sure to rub my g-spot with him licking my clit in time with every peak that had me screaming for what felt like 20 minutes, hands down.

I am certain I actually did pass out this time. I opened my eyes to find Steven gently kissing me along my jaw and neck. My hands were now by my sides too. I smiled at him and I’m sure he could see how embarrassed I was. I mean I just experience what I’ve only read in romance novels and seen in porn. He planted a gentle kiss on my lips which I licked and kissed him back as gentle.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” I said back

“You ok?” He asked, concern on his face.

I grinned and nodded.

He helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. Yup, I passed out. He had enough time to get up, find a cup, fill it with ice water and then work to wake me back up.

Omg, this man is a sex god. Why would he want to ever be with me? My brain keeps tell me to marry him and I’m freaking out that I passed out from an orgasm. I’ve come close before but I may have been drunk at those times. <.<

Once I’m all good and hydrated, he sat next to me and wanted to cuddle. I look down his body at his weeping cock and quirk an eyebrow incredulously at him with a smirk on my lips. I bite my lower lip and get on my hands and knees crawling next to him, watching him watch me. I straddle him and line him up with my entrance. Before he can say anything, I practically stab myself on his rock hard, thick cock. I burn from the lack of accommodation for his girth and it feels good. I shudder falling forward catching myself against his chest. I remember feeling the definition of his torso and my eyes pop open to look at it. I run my hands over his chest and abdomen then gently run my nails feeling the slight tug of skin. Steven leans back against the headboard with his eyes closed, moaning as I do.

I just sat there on his cock enjoying myself a little too much along his torso. I chew my lower lip and lightly rub both of his nipples making a breath catch in his throat then groaned as I lightly pinched them. I leaned forward and licked his left one, just one swipe and he shudders which I could feel goes all the way to his cock. God damn, it felt good too. I tongued his nipple and he wrapped his arms around me with his head fallen back. I smirked and licked the other one with duplicating responses. I can feel myself become wetter from my core through me hearing his moans and know I caused them is just so sexy and hot. I almost cum again. Shit.

Shifting his hands to hold his shoulders, I lean back and pull him up with me making him open his eyes. I grin seeing his pupil blown and hearing him pant.I slid my hands down his back and slowly move up his cock then back down building a pace. I watch his face as I do. He grabbed my hips and flipped me on to my back with him on his knees holding my hips to keep the angle. He pulled out and plowed into me. I wrap my legs around him and work to meet him. How the fuck does he know to hit my cervix? I can’t. It’s too much.

I remember I looked at him with his eyes closed as he just rutted into me. I called his name, “Steven.” He paused a moment to look at me and I basically crawled up his arms and sat on his lap as he kneeled on the bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck with a hand in his sweaty mop of hair. I just love it. Once I’m repositioned, he shifted his grip to my ass then he started thrusting into me again.

I didn’t realize I put myself at his mercy until it was too late; I didn’t move my legs when I changed position so they were still wrapped around him with only my heels touching the bed.

The strength of this man is astonishing to say the least. He remained on his knees and fucked me. Thrust after thrust hitting my sensitive cervix every time. I remember feeling myself as I was trying to squeeze him out and then a gush of wetness followed by my walls pulsating and quivering around him. I remember feeling so overwhelmed and no idea why or how. I could feel tears form and fall down my face so I buried my face in his neck as I moaned through my release quickly followed by his. Warmth spread through my center as he continued to thrust until he stilled.

We were both still and panting. My face was still buried in his neck and arms wrapped around him for dear life. I don’t understand what I was feeling. I just knew I was so emotionally overwhelmed. I have never felt like this before. I was shuddering which I think worried him since it wasn’t a sexy shudder because I’m pretty sure he would have felt those elsewhere.

Steven started rubbing my back in circles. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” I immediately look him and shake my head, “No, no, no. You didn’t do anything wrong, Baby.” I’m sure my eyes are red and I’ve tears flowing down still, and then I fucking sniffle. It was so humiliating. I still don’t know what the fuck that was. I grin out of embarrassment and wiped my face off with the back of my head as I’m trying to avoid his gaze. I can see he wanted more information but I don’t have anymore. Licking my lips as my mouth suddenly feels dry, I try to scoot off of him be he won’t let me.

“Y/N,” Steven began and cupped my cheek as he wiped away my tears with his thumb . It makes me feel warm, safe, and cared for. I closed my eyes and leaned into his hand with a small smile. I finally stopped crying.

I admit I wish I could stay there in that moment forever. I’ve never felt this way after sex let alone really with someone. I opened my eyes as I recall it sounded like he was going to say more but hasn’t. The way he is looking at me is beautiful and strange. He pushed my hair back across my scalp and his hand stayed at my neck. He leaned down and kissed me with so much emotion that I started crying again.

I feel so humiliated. “I’m sorry, Steven. I don’t—I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m not sad. I promise. Everything was amazing.” I instantly regret saying that and kick myself mentally because I’ve never had a good outcome of saying anything that positive to a male sex partner.

Steve smiled and chuckled, “Good to hear, Love.” He pecked me on the lips and I melt as I hear him call me ‘Love’ again. I just smiled and he shifted forward and laid me on the bed, slipping out of me and the mess begins to leak out but I’m too tired to deal with it. I gotta do laundry anyway. He just looked at me and smiled as he got up then headed to the bathroom. The faucet is turned on and I hear a cabinet close.

My brain started to panic. I’m high in cock and sex; I become slightly paranoid, so sad. I didn’t know I was like that but maybe it’s all those overwhelming emotions that are making me worried.

He has memorized my loft? How long was I unconscious earlier? Shit. I remember eyeing my wardrobe and then looked at the floor wondering if he went through my stuff. I mean I am happy to share all my fun toys and such but now I’m slightly worried. Can sex cause brain damage?

I cannot believe I seriously wondered that. No! Sex does not cause brain damage. 🤦

Anyway, Steven came back with a warm, wet washcloth and helped me clean up, and then cleaned up himself as well. Never had a partner do that. Huh? We got settled under my comforter and cuddled. We also fell asleep. Ok, I did. I don’t know if he did. I hope I didn’t snore.

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Oh my god! I’m in love with Steven Grant.