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soonknight · 9 months
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having thoughts about Marc and Steven threatening to send Jake out when you're being bratty because you all know he doesn't tolerate that kind of behavior (nsfw/mdni):
Marc's already pulled two orgasms out of you, and he keeps fucking you, vying for another...
"You can give me one more. Come on, sweetheart. Come on my cock one more time..."
You could probably do another if you really tried, but you're already covered in sweat and you know Marc's probably close by now, so you shake your head in protest.
"I can't, sir," you whine, but Marc's not buying it. You both know it's a lie- you could, you just don't feel like it.
And Marc wants you to put in the work. He grabs your face and leans over you, keeping up his thrusts.
"You can and you will," he growls at you. Marc's not a fan of lies. You shake your head again anyway, momentarily dislodging yourself from his hold, only for him to grab your face again, harder this time.
"Do you want me to get Jake in here?" Marc sneers. You whine, a little more susceptible to Marc's earlier request once he threatens you.
A chill rushes through you at the question; Jake hates when you brat even more than Marc does.
You complain that Jake will be mean, and Marc cuts you off when he doubles his efforts, reaching down to rub circles on your oversensitive clit.
"Meaner than me, baby?"
With the added stimulation, you don't stay still for long, which is not exactly obedient behavior in Jake's book. You don't even notice he switched in until he stops all movement entirely.
"What are we gonna do with you, huh, querida?"
Jake's voice is only a momentary warning before his hand is on your throat and he's pounding into you- deep, and just fast enough to keep your head spinning...
You whine at him, trying to keep yourself from squirming as you take in the pleasure. He's clearly got goals.
"Jake, I'm s-sorry-"
A firm slap meets your cheek; hard enough to sting a bit, but not hard enough to draw your eyes away from his.
"You know how I feel about whining."
He starts playing with your clit, and you do your best not to come on the spot. Damn. He's good.
"Whining is for when you don't get what you want. And this is exactly what you wanted, isn't it? Just needed me to rough you up a little?"
You nod, then quickly remember Jake always wants verbal confirmation.
"Yes. Yes, daddy, please-"
"Better. Now shut up and take it."
You do just that until you're whimpering for permission to come. But Jake says no.
You can't avoid the pleasure he's giving you in your current position, so you prop yourself up on your hands and try to scramble back from his fingers and deep thrusts to keep yourself from disobeying.
Jake doesn't like that very much either. He pulls your hips back and pins them down.
"Don't fucking do that," he spits. "You know better. Be a good girl and take it, then you can come like we asked."
It takes several well-timed breaths and digging your nails into Jake's back for you to calm down. You manage to hold off until he gives you permission.
"Atta girl. Come for me."
You do as he says, and by the time you come down from your orgasm, Marc is back.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
or...
You love to tease Steven, especially when you're giving him head.
The way he bucks into your hands and the sounds he makes when he's close are to die for.
"Please, love, let me~ a-ah, fuck- I need you to let me c-come, please..."
Which of course, makes you drawn out his pleasure for as long as he can handle it.
Steven loves it, craves it even, but Jake's not always on the same page.
First of all, he's dominant about 90% of the time. You have to catch him in the right mood if you want to take control.
Second, he hates when you tease. It's a bit of a double standard, but you don't ever mind how Jake plays with you.
So, when Steven bites his lip, trying to control himself for long enough to form a coherent sentence, you have a hunch someone is getting frustrated.
"Darling, I can't hold on much longer..."
You take a little pity on him, mentally cataloging how many times you've edged him.
"I know, sweetie... But I'm not done with you yet, okay?"
Steven inhales, prepping himself for another round of stimulation.
"I can do it, I just..." Steven bites his lip again, trying to hide the way it quivers when he's lying. "Jake's gonna be real mad if you don't let me come."
Of course, you recognize the bratty angle, which makes you call his bluff.
Poorly.
The second your lips wrap around his cock again, you're pulled back by your hair.
"You've had your fun."
Jake's other hand comes to your mouth, pushing your lips open and shoving three fingers inside, pressing down on your tongue to keep it open.
"I'm gonna come down this pretty throat now, okay?"
It's not a question. You nod anyway.
As soon as he gets the green light, his cock is in your mouth again and Jake's fucking into it as hard as you've been trained to take it.
Tears falls from the exertion and mascara runs down your cheeks. Jake groans above you, spilling into your mouth after only a couple minutes. You did get them worked up, after all...
After he's made sure you've swallowed all his come, making you stick your tongue out for good measure, Jake gives you a pleased smile before he lets Steven front again.
"I told you."
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runa-falls · 9 months
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steven would cum untouched when you sit on his face<3 nd if you play with his tits he cries n moans into you<3
ANON WHAT 🤯 HOW R U IN MY MIND??? ok ok, i guessss i can take a break from wips and write a lil something....
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awwww sad little hopeless stevie can't catch a break :(
NSFW [18+] under the cut (obviously):
completely bare and sprawled out on the bed, steven is thrumming with need. your eyes lower to drink in the delicious view of his cock twitching with desperation, cherry tip slowly dripping silky precum onto your pretty pink sheets.
he's been like this all night, throbbing for your mouth, your touch, anything, but you deny him. instead, you sit up against the headboard, thighs straddling his face, hungrily watching as he falls apart for you.
his cock bobs as he involuntarily bucks into the air, hopelessly seeking out any type of attention as he lasciviously sucks you into his mouth. you watch how his abs tense when you ghost a hand over his chest, how his whole body shakes from the mere feeling of your skin against his.
sometimes you forget how muscular your little stevie is. though it makes sense, he shares a body with marc: the man who uses the gym as his therapy.
steven drinks from you feverishly, making a complete mess of himself. he's drenched in your slick from his lips to his collarbones, but still, he begs for more, eagerly laving over your satiny lips, attempting to draw you to the edge.
his whines against your pussy quickly turn into whimpers and groans as you start to roll your hips over him. he loves it when you take control, when you use him to get off.
the mattress shifts under you with sharp movements as his thrusts get more aggressive -- more needy. steven is hopelessly fucking the air at the same pace as your hips roll over him.
as much as your body urges you to close your eyes and bask in the feeling of his mouth, you can't help but stare at the beautifully broken specimen under you.
you could argue that his moans against you are almost as enticing as his slick tongue, but it's the combination of the two that ignites your orgasm. he flicks over your clit and suckles until your head is thrown back and thighs are trembling around him.
you almost collapse on top of him as he groans deep vibrations against your pulsing clit, but you catch yourself, careful not to suffocate him (though you know he wouldn't mind it). your hands grip his chest for support and you find yourself softly digging your nails into his skin as you ride out your high, so overwhelmed by everything.
you don't expect the sharp cry that rips from his throat as you grind your cunt against his tongue or the stuttered gasps that follow, puffing sweetly against your slick skin. your eyes lazily open to see steven writhing on the sheets under you, cum splattered all over his stomach, cock glistening and still hard.
you sit up from his face, laying your flushed body over his to get a closer look. your finger delicately traces a sticky trail from his stomach to his cock before you wrap your hand around his shaft.
he throbs in your hand like he didn't get the memo that he came a mere minute ago. you squeeze and he yelps, desperately gripping your thighs to keep him from cumming again.
words slur from your lips, hoarse and dark.
"c'mon stevie, gimme another."
*throws this at you and runs away*
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havensins · 9 months
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omg but imagine bending ftm steven over his desk and just railing him PLEASE🙏
(also can I be 🦑 anon?)
(yes you can!) with this i can imagine that steven has finally gotten the job he’s wanted as tour guide! and he’s so happy and invites you into his new office and personal section of the museums.
of course the little tease didn’t have you there for purely innocent reasoning, he’d made that clear the moment he sat on your lap. “i think i deserve a reward..” he’d mumble softly as he grinds down on your thigh.
and you couldn’t argue with his logic, truly. that was how you ended up with steven bent over his new desk, slacks bunched down to his ankles with his button up shirt pressed up to his chest.
his lewd sounds of your pelvis smacking against the globes of his ass sounded around the small space and steven was glad he was tucked away from the rest of museum.
you have his hands pinned behind his back as you press him into a deep arch. the moment you change the pace of your movements to slow and deep, he loses it. guttural moans are torn from him, and his orgasm hits him out of no where.
his legs are twitching as the remnants of his cum drips down his thighs. he’s practically sobbing as he comes down from his high, and gasps sharply one’s he feels that your thrusts never relent. “your reward isn’t over yet, love, im going to make you cum until you can’t even think,” you grunt, and his mouth falls open pitifully to beg you for exactly that.
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luvpedropascal · 2 years
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hi hi, could u write something ab reader giving insecure!steven a reach around hj in front of a mirror? and reader's constantly praising him and telling him to look in the mirror to see how pretty he is <3
Beautiful Boy (18+)
Steven Grant x gn!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, handjob, sub!steven, dom!reader, insecurities.
A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble in response to the request but i got carried away haha
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“You’re so beautiful,” you groan into Steven’s ear, lips kissing down his jaw, laving your tongue over his thrumming pulse point.
He squirms from the compliment, his whole body warming from the praise. Going a little quiet, Steven tries his best not to get too in his head, but you notice him slipping anyway. You rub a hand over the softness of his stomach and pull back to look at him, “What is it, baby?”
Steven goes quiet again, looking anywhere but your eyes as he tries to find words. Frowning, you push a curl behind his ear and carress his cheek gently, “What?” you start, kissing his dimple, “Don’t believe me?”
His eyes fall, an almost weary look forming as he bows his head, both out of shyness and in hope your hands will find his hair.
Instead, you find his chin quickly, tilting his face back up to look at you, your face growing more stern, “I call you ‘angel’ for a reason, Steven.”
He blushes again, his hands coming up to play with the fingers of your free hand in his lap, “I just- Sometimes I see Marc and Jake and- They’re both so handsome and- Gods, I know this doesn’t make any sense but, I swear I don’t look like them.”
You reach around to cup his neck, grounding him as you’re sure his head is exploding with other thoughts about himself, “You do look different, baby. But it’s so beautiful, the way you each have your own way of standing, your own smiles, different ways of speaking. I love that you’re all different.”
His eyes soften again, that sweet, caramel brown that only Steven’s eyes turn, and you smile, leaning in to kiss him. He melts into you, clutching your hand again and whispering against your lips, “M’sorry I ruined the mood.”
You chuckle, leaning into to nip at that sensitive spot just below his jaw, “You could never ruin the mood — I’ll always want you. I mean, fuck. Look at you.”
Steven’s cheeks and chest are flushed pink, lips kiss bitten and parted beautifully, his exposed skin looking so soft. He’s in just his boxers, looking up at your through tied brows as you practically ravage him with your eyes.
“Baby,” you groan at the sight of him and he squirms under your gaze, leaning in and hiding his face in your chest. Your hand weaves through his hair and tugs him back to look at you with just enough pressure to make him whine softly.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he breathes a little faster, searching for something in your eyes. You tug his hair back a little further, exposing his neck and running your warm tongue over the marks you made earlier, soothing them. Another soft sound escapes his lips and he wraps his arms around you, laying down and pulling you with him.
You kiss a trail down his chest, swirling over his nipple gently and breathing out a groan when he cries out for you again, “So pretty, sweetheart. And, god, those noises you make for me..”
Steven’s chest heaves under your mouth as you switch sides, flicking your tongue over the taut peaks of his chest. He’s so sensitive there and he never realized it until you tried it one day, drawing something close to a scream out of him.
You run your hands down to his stomach, caressing the softness of his hips and squeezing at the tiny bit of pudge on his belly, mumbling, “My favorite.”
His eyes roll back at the thought — one of his least favorite parts of his body being your favorite. You’ve marked him as your own, possessive little love bites blooming dark red all over his chest and stomach.
As you move lower, nibbling on his inner thighs and squeezing them affectionately, Steven’s legs start to shake a little bit.
“Always loved your thighs, they’re so sensitive for me, angel,” you smile, looking up at him.
Steven’s eyes are glossed over with love, his lower lip pulled adorably between his teeth, and he looks absolutely ethereal. You can’t help but climb up and pull him into another kiss, your gentle tongue parting his lips and finding that sweet taste of tea he always has waiting for you. His hands stay at his sides, clutching the blankets under him, but he can’t help the way his hips twitch up into yours a little bit.
He’s achingly hard in his boxers, so you decide to show him some mercy, lowering your hips and giving him the pressure he needs in a slow, deep grind. Steven’s lips slow against yours and he gasps at the relief, his mouth hanging open a bit.
“Oh, angel. You can’t focus on two things at once?” you tease, watching his cheeks redden once again. He loves it though, all the teasing, all the gentle humiliation. You lean forward, tugging at his full bottom lip playfully, “Answer me, Steven.”
He whimpers in panic, dazed eyes opening to look at you when he speaks, “No I can’t, love.”
You smile at his admission, pressing a soft kiss between his brows and climbing off of him, “Sit up, I have an idea.”
The sudden loss of contact draws a whine out of Steven, but he nods, following you up and off of the bed, waiting for your guidance.
“Take those off for me, baby,” you motion to his boxers and sit down on the carpet against the side of the bed, “C‘mere.”
Steven looks at you for a moment, a little confused, but kneels down, taking the spot you’re patting, his back to your chest, leaning into you. Only after looking up does he realize you had positioned him in front of the full length mirror. He looks at himself wearily, only allowing himself a moment before he moves his eyes to your face. You’re resting your chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist in a hug when you murmur, “Is this okay?”
He nods and focuses on the comfort of your skin against his, holding him, pressing kisses to his shoulders and back. Your hand drifts down to his cock, brushing your knuckles over it teasingly, watching him hold his hips back.
“I want you to see how pretty you look when I touch you, angel. Can you keep your eyes on the mirror for me?” You ask.
He’s already in a daze, but he nods quickly and opens his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, “Y-Yeah, I can.”
“That’s my boy,” you tease, smiling and pressing the softest of kisses to his temple as your hand surrounds him, beginning to stroke him slowly.
Immediately, he melts back against you and a soft moan spills from his lips. He watches himself — the way you wreck him with the softest of touches, the way you draw the most pathetic sounds out of him.
“You see that baby? See how perfect you look?” You whisper, running your thumb over his slit slowly.
Steven nearly doubles over in pleasure, keeping his eyes on himself. He knows that if he looks away, you’ll stop, and he only wants to be good for you. But he can’t help the way he squirms when you touch him, writhing after every swipe of your fingers.
His shaking thighs reduce you for a moment, watching him in awe, before leaning forward to nibble at his earlobe, “My beautiful boy.”
All of this — seeing your dynamic from another perspective, watching himself get ruined — has Steven barreling toward his peak much faster than he’d like to admit. He’s overwhelmed with love and pleasure, reaching for your arm to hold onto, just for grounding.
Normally, you don’t let Steven touch you in these kinds of situations, but you know he needs the closeness right now, so you let him hold on.
“I’ve got you,” you whisper, pressing kisses to his shoulders, over every scar and every sunspot, letting praise after praise sink in.
When Steven’s breathy moans start get higher in pitch and his eyes struggle to stay open, you slow your hand to a stop, reaching down to run your hands over his chest and stomach, murmuring, “Steven, look at me.”
He gasps when you let go of him, but takes a deep breath to calm down before looking into your eyes through the mirror. You reach up to tilt his cheek toward you, pressing a soft kiss there, “I love you so much, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”
Steven whimpers and nods, mostly to himself, trying to lean into your touch some more — “Love you so much.”
Your heart melts at his desperation and you can’t take it anymore, turning him enough to look at you and cupping his cheek, “You’re so beautiful, you hear me? My sweet, pretty boy. There’s no one else like you, Steven.”
He presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes, “Your- Your pretty boy..”
You smile, nudging your nose against his, “That’s right, angel. All mine.”
The sweet, possessive words you utter make his entire body ache with need and he brushes his lips over yours, just that contact enough to make him whine. He’s so sensitive, melting into you when you finally kiss him, pulling him in by his bottom lip and laving your tongue over his. Steven’s lips are always so plush, moving with yours like it was the simplest thing in the world, and he moaned when your hand found his hair, tilting his head to the side to kiss him deeper.
Your free hand found his soft thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze and inching back up to his cock, tracing the length of him from base to tip. Steven gasps from your ministrations, his head falling forward into your neck with a soft grunt of ‘please’.
Kissing his hair, you wrap your fingers around him and give him a slow stroke, prolonging it just enough to tease. His eyes well with tears, both out of need and love for you, and he bites down on your shirt, trying to hold back his cries for more. But you can feel the warmth of him against your neck, his damp eyelashes brushing over the sensitive skin there, and you stop, “Baby, look at me.”
Ever your good boy, Steven raises his head, biting his lips but failing to hide his glassy eyes. You kiss his teary cheeks, “I’ll stop teasing, yeah? You can’t take much more, can you?“
He shakes his head, more tears clouding his eyes, “Please, I can’t.”
Cooing to him gently, you kiss his swollen lips just once more before leaning down and spitting into your hand, bringing it down to stroke him again. Steven gasps, his stomach beginning to clench repeatedly, thighs shaking as he teeters on the edge of his orgasm already.
“Thank you, thank you,” He whimpers out, “Love you so- so much.”
Kissing his cheek, you hush his cries and twist your hand just the way he likes, “I know, angel, I know. Go on and come when you’re ready, I’ve got you.”
Steven’s voice breaks with his next moan and he presses into your touch as he comes, a few stray tears spilling over his flushed cheeks. You watch his beautiful eyes go placid, listen to his breath shaking as you guide him through every wave of pleasure.
When it becomes too much, Steven grasps your wrist gently, stilling your hand and leaning forward to rest his head on your chest. All he can fathom is a soft “thank you” and a kiss to your collarbone, but you can feel his thumb tracing circles on your hip, where he holds onto you.
Then, after a minute, his eyes are looking up at you again, chocolatey as ever, and he smiles, that crooked, boyish smile you love so much. You can’t help but giggle at his dorky grin, reaching to run your knuckles over his stubble, “What?”
His cheeks tint pink and he laughs softly, “We’re doing that mirror thing again.”
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oddballwriter · 3 months
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Appetite
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Summary: You have a very high and demanding libido and the boys both are willing to and victim of needing to satisfy it.
Warnings: The reader's gender, exact anatomy, and pronouns are never mentioned but they are a power bottom and or are the ones getting penetrated but are very much in control of the situation. Sub!moon boys and dom!reader if you squint. Groping. Ass slapping (Marc's ass). Overstimulation. Riding. Implied creampies/ not pulling out (wrap it before you tap and or get it). Reader giving oral. Edging.  
Author’s Snip: I'm on my freak shit tonight. Never let me listen to S.H.O. by Baby Tate and Sexy Naughty Bitchy by Tata Young while ovulating or else fictional grown men are getting fucked. Submissive bitches, this one is unfortunately not for you.
Notes: I wrote Jake's part three different times and had to write it after getting off my flow so if it sucks (lol) I'm sorry. 
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
Word Count: 1,328
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The boys love you and everything about you. But one thing that they weren't expecting to come along with you, was your libido. Not that there was anything wrong with you having a huge one. After all, no one who partakes in sex ever complains about it. The problem was what that entails for them and maintaining it.
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"Baby, please," Marc says under his breath while he feels you hold him from behind and kiss his neck as he washes the dishes from the two of you having finished dinner. Marc wasn't dumb, he knew you were eyeing him up after you came back from work and he had dinner ready for you, and he knows that you know that holding and kissing him like this riles him up.
"What? I'm not doing anything right now," you say as you give the gap between his neck and collarbone another sensual kiss. "Maybe after you're done washing the dishes we can do something if you want." you suggest, teasingly wording it like he's the one who had the dirty idea.
"I would be getting it done faster if you weren't feeling up my waist like that." Marc claps back, making it clear that he can see and feel your hands moving around. "I could be making it worse." you tease as your hands lower a bit and nip at his skin.
Marc stills for a second, trying to keep back a labored breath that would give away that your little touches are getting to him. Well, it's not that good because he knows that if your hands got any lower then you'd feel his hard-on against the fabric of his pants. "Why don't you just take care of it yourself?" Marc suggests, "We were at it last night. Wasn't that good?" Marc mentions.
"But what if I want a second round of last night?" you question as you squeeze him a little tighter. Marc feels cornered, but in a sexy way that really shouldn't be getting him this much. He felt like a fly that was watching itself be rolled up into the spider's silk, or even a mouse getting coiled by a snake. He knew that he had nowhere to run but also didn't hate it either.
"You had plenty of rounds last night-" Marc tries to bring up but the tail end of his sentence is drawn out a bit as he feels your hand travel down his stomach towards the belt of his pants and your pinky finger break through the waistband. He feels his blood rush downwards and also upwards, making his cheeks out in a blush over letting himself slip up. He can sense your smile and doesn't say anything when you reply with "You were saying?" in a smug and snarky tone.
"Just let me finish the fucking dishes first. Please." Marc pleads. "Go to the bedroom or something. I'll wash my hands and be there. Just let me do the damn dishes." Marc says to add to his plea so that you'll stop with the teasing.
Marc almost breathes a sigh of relief when you unsnake your arms form around his body, but you leave with a "I'll be waiting." paired with an extra nip and kiss at his neck and slap on his ass.
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Hearing the boys moan and overall vocalize their pleasure during sex was something that you loved to hear. But Steven was one of your favorites.
His whines and moans as he came blocked out the sound of the documentary film that you were watching on TV. It was a rerun of something that both you and Steven have watched a few times. So in your mind, you didn't need to hear what they were saying.
Steven let out shakey breaths as he recovered from his high, his third one, to be exact, with you doing the same. He made an attempt to pull away and pull out of you but your grip on his shoulder stopped him from going completely out, making Steven whine.
"Again." you demand as you even out your breath. "But we've already gone three times, love." Steven begs. "Come on. One more time, to make it even." you insist. You sit up just a little from your position on the couch so that you can place your mouth next to his ear and kiss it, knowing full well that that's his own weak spot, and using your free hand to teasingly stroke his stiff cock that's outside of you so that it stays hard.
Steven moans at the touch and feeling on his ear. He knows that you're telling him a lie and that you'll make him keep going till he's nearly passed out, but most of his blood is somewhere else rather than in his brain to help him think clearly. And even then the thoughts that he's having with his other think of head is winning the popular vote.
He's too busy trying to think through his clouded mind that you try to help him out in making the decision for him by pulling him closer to you, making him slowly go back inside of you. Steven shutters and lets out even more small quiet moans as he feels your walls glide along him again. His poor thing is aching from use but he can't seem to get himself to stop wanting to keep going.
Steven makes an attempt to go round four but he can't seem to do it,. So you, again, take the initiative and push him back so that he's now the one lying on the couch and then startle him. Steven gives you a look that shows that he knows you really aren't going to let up any time soon.
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"Shit~" Jake moans out as you give him head in the backseat of his car.
In the small space, Jake and you can only hear the sound of you bobbing your head and the battered breaths and moans coming from Jake, which is a thing that weirdly gets Jake off more when you two get down in the car.
"Slow down, god." Jake pleads, feeling himself start to come the longer he lets you go on. You look up at him and pop your mouth off but keep him going with your hand stroking him at the same pace. "What's the matter? I thought we were in a spot where no one would see us?" you mention while you glance up at him from your place on the floor of the car.
"We are," Jake repeats as he focuses on not coming just yet, "But if you keep doing it like that I'm gonna...~" he can't finish his own sentence and even think about the last word, or else he will actually lose it. He looked and felt like he was trying to hold in a sneeze.
"I thought you liked it when I made you come fast." you question as you lick the precum from his tip that was leaking out. Jake shivers from the feeling but recollects himself. "I do." he confirms, "You just used me up too much last night and I don't think I've made it back yet." he explains.
"Well then I guess I'll just make you come once." you say before you go back to sucking him off, but this time with a pace that doesn't send him over the edge just yet.
After a while, he starts reaching it again and is more willing to have it happen. Jake starts talking under his breath saying "That's it. Just like that.". Just as he starts reaching his limit and about to get to a point where he can let it all out, you pop your mouth off his cock again. He looks down at you in shock that you suddenly stopped.
"Well, I don't want you to come yet." you smile as you watch Jake lose it and start up again.
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xuzuitengenx · 9 months
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Steven Grant x Top Male Reader NSFW Drabble?
Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, Cockwarming, Teasing, Grinding, Praising, OCC? Steven Grant
Genre—Lemon/Smut
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NOT PROOFREAD
M/N was doing his work in silence, typing away at his laptop as he fills out inventory for his business.
Oh—Also Steven was currently cockwarming M/N as M/N worked. Steven was breathing heavily as he felt M/N's cock inside of him, his cock reaching deep inside Steven
Steven wanted to move so bad, his mind clouded with lust yet embarrassment with the position he was in. M/N would "accidentally" move in his seat which caused a short, immediate moan from Steven.
Steven would look back at M/N, lightly glaring at the (H/C) hair man. M/N lowly chuckled at his reaction, "I'm sorry, baby. Just needed to move." M/N explains, rubbing Steven's hips. Steven whines lowly at this action as he nodded.
About an hour of cockwarming M/N as M/N teases the sensitive man, Steven's body was trembling as his cock arched for a release. Steven wanted M/N to fuck him dumb already on his desk.
He didn't want to spend another minute like this. He wanted to turn around and beg M/N to fuck him.
It wasn't until M/N closes his laptop which catches Steven's attention. M/N's hands found Steven's hips as M/N smirks at Steven's state.
"Oh, please tell me your done..." Steven whimpers out, his hips beginning to move by themselves, grinding.
"I'm done, my love. And since you've been good—cockwarming me as I worked, I think you deserve an award, hmm?"
Steven sighs in relief as he nodded eagerly.
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lokischickadee · 8 months
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Imagine wearing this for the moon boys! I feel like Steven would instantly fall to his knees and call you his goddess!😩😩😍
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The Vegan In A Steakhouse
Summary: Steven took you out for dinner but certainly didn't expect to be the main course.
Pairing: sub!Steven Grant x fem!Reader (brief mentions of Marc and Jake)
Word Count: ~ 2k
Content Warning: fluffy restaurant smut 18+!, very public teasing, pet names, Steve being the bottom that he is, soft FemDom reader, a pair of ruined pants, a lot of action under the table, a hint of degradation kink
A/N: There's no way I could write something about Steven Grant without slipping some Egyptian history talk in there
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Carefully flipping the pages of the leather-wrapped menu the waiter had handed to Steven and you a couple of minutes ago, you heard the man sitting in front of you huff.
"What's a bloody vegan gonna eat in a steakhouse?" Steven mimicked the insensitive words his pain-in-the-ass boss Donna had thrown at him the other day.
The more Steven had told you about her, the more you disliked that woman for being a condescending twat. She clearly was very narrow-minded when she thought it was a silly idea to take you out to a steakhouse just because he preferred not to eat any animal related products.
"Stupid goose.", Steven mumbled, obviously still agitated by Donna's antics "Look, there's plenty of beautiful salads on the menu and who am I to say no to a very charming serving of chips? They even offer vegan mayonnaise!"
His little fuss elicited a small chuckle from you, because Steven took everything to heart... sometimes more than for his own good necessary.
"Steven..", you lowered the menu so you could peak over it's edge across the table "She's not worth your thoughts and besides, I'm really happy that you took me here."
To support your words, you threw him a warm smile and a small nod.
A sigh fell from his lips as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. He still had that sparkle in his eyes, looking at you as if it was the first time he took you out on a date. Steven had this very special, unadulterated beam of affection whenever he looked at you and even after months of dating him it never failed to make you heart skip a beat.
"I'm glad to hear that, love." He responded, the frown on his forehead softening out.
"Let's just have a good night out. We both deserve that."
Steven nodded at that before he lowered his focus back onto the menu. You were sure to notice a faint flush of red on his cheeks and you bit your tongue to withhold a satisfied grin.
First and foremost he deserved this night out because he'd been such a good boy for you the past weeks.
After getting to know him it didn't take much to figure out that Steven Grant from the gift shop liked to be guided by a bit more of a firm hand and you gladly had taken that place. The both of you complemented each other in that way very well. So, to test your good boy's patience a bit you had proposed the idea of a little chastity to him. To that Steven had excitedly agreed, whereas Marc, let alone Jake weren't the biggest enthusiasts of this game to say the least. Eventually both of them had stopped their little frustration tantrum because, even though you also knew and got along well with Marc and Jake, it was mainly Steven you were dating and the other two came to terms with taking a step back.
After studying your own menu once more, you reached out to a waiter, letting them know you were ready to order. While Steven had decided on a large portion of thick-cut chips with a serving of said vegan mayonnaise in addition to a grilled veggie sandwich, you treated yourself to a rump steak with a salad on the side. You wrapped up your order with the waiter's recommendation for a bottle of red wine since neither of you were big in the wine game.
"Did you know...", It nearly bursted out of Steven as soon as the waiter had left "In ancient Egypt people mainly had only breakfast and dinner? They started their day with bread and beer."
"That doesn't sound all to bad, does it?" You snickered not only at the info given but also at seeing Steven taking the next best opportunity to talk about what he was passionate about. You enjoyed hearing about all that he had to tell. It reminded you of your childhood hyperfixation with ancient Egypt that sadly died along the way. Almost even more you loved seeing his face lighten up whenever he had the chance to just ramble without any judgment or fear of being annoying and that, for sure, he was not.
"And what about dinner?" You asked, reassuring him that you wanted to hear more about it.
A wide smile spread across Steven's clean shaven face and with an undeniable enthusiasm he continued: "Dinner was more of an opulent thing. Of course, more beer and bread but also different meats and vegetables. Preferably garlic, scallions, cucumbers and turnips. And...", He playfully rose one of his defined eyebrows "Back then it would've been quite a big no-no what we are doing here."
"Oh, how come?" You responded with a curious smile playing around your lips while leaning your face into the palm of one hand.
"Since we aren't married we would've gotten separated by gender for one of those fancy banquets." Steven reciprocated, his gaze slowly turning to the side from where a waiter was approaching, ready to pour two glasses of wine.
Both of you thanked the waiter after they elegantly filled both glasses with deep red liquid and left the bottle at the table.
"Appears a bit prude to me.", You stated while rasing your glass towards Steven "Cheers to being in the here and now then, hm?"
"Cheers to that and... cheers to us."
The filigree glasses clinked against each other.
"Cheers to us." You repeated, guiding the glass to your lips and taking a sip.
To your relief it didn't take too long for the food to arrive. As nice as sitting there and chatting with Steven was, your stomach had already been rumbling as you arrived at the restaurant. After taking a few bites out of your steak, you were sure to have ordered the right thing because it was without any doubt truly delicious. Now that you had stilled the most pressing needs of your stomach your attention shifted back to Steven, who was gleefully munching away on some chips.
Holding back a mischievous grin, you slowly slipped one foot out of the heels that you were wearing and stretched your leg towards Steven's. Your toes gently nudged his knee and upon that he coughed under his breath, almost getting a piece of fried potato stuck in his throat.
"How are the chips?" You asked, your voice laced with play-pretend innocence.
"They.. uh... they are great!" Steven mumbled, a faint rush of confusion washing over his features.
"How's the steak?" He asked in return, his eyes transfixed on his plate.
"Oh, it's really enjoyable." With your response your foot rose a bit higher towards the inside of his thigh.
In the span of seconds Steven's cheeks flushed red.
"Is everything alright, dear?"
"Sure, I- I'm aces." He already sounded close to tripping over his own words and you had to pull yourself together so hard as not to let a laugh slip over your tongue.
"I'm glad to hear that. I've put you through quite the hassle the last few weeks, hm?"
"Ah, no, it- it's, I've been... it's all good." Steven huffed, not yet daring to look up from his plate as you deliberately caressed his slacks-clad thigh underneath the luxurious eggshell-white table cloth.
Tonight he served quite a look in his button up shirt and a fancy burgundy tie. As per usual he really was trying his best when it came to you and you couldn't be more grateful for all the effort he put into pleasing you.
"I gotta say...", You stated with a carefully low voice after taking a good sip from your glass "You've really been such a good boy for me, Steven."
Now not only his cheeks were flushed, but his entire face got covered in a flustered red at which your heart started pounding faster.
"Have I... ma'am?" His ever so softly murmured words sent a shiver down your spine.
"Oh yes, you have." With that your self-control eventually crumbled into nothingness and you let your foot glide right towards his crotch.
A gasp fell from both of your mouths as you gently stroke across his slacks where his already painfully hard cock was straining against the soft fabric.
"And I think you finally deserve a reward for that." This time you didn't even try to withhold the mischievous excitement in your voice.
Apparently it hit Steven right where it should because as your words seeped into his mind, his silver fork fell out of his grip and hit the table with a muffled thud.
"Ts-ts..." , You clicked your tongue "Keep it together, Steven, c'mon."
His hand was visibility trembling as he picked up the cutlery again.
"That's right.... now please enjoy your meal before it's getting cold." You administered, while slowly rubbing against his hard on.
"I- I don't think I can..." The letters leaving his mouth were barely even more than a chocked back moan.
"Oh, I'm sure you can."
You recognised his heavy breathing as he tried his best to push the fork into a pile of chips, guiding the stacked food to the little bowl of mayonnaise.
The weeks of abstinence had surely left him desperate and aching for relief. You felt his need for it right underneath your foot as it stroke up and down his length.
"Please..." Steven's raspy voice pleaded.
"Please what?" You arched your eyebrows "You should look at me when you talk to me."
Yet again his face changed into an even deeper, more embarrassed shade of red. His lips pressed down onto one another before he slowly dragged his eyes from the delicate porcelain plate to meet your stern glare.
In that very moment you wouldn't have traded whatever riches for the sight right in front of you. Steven was but puddle in need for your loving touch, his pupils blown with lust.
"Please..", He started anew, "I- I can't take much more..."
"Oh, poor puppy.", You administered a tad more pressure to your foot "So worried about what everyone around will think, huh?"
He nodded, hardly able to keep his composure.
"Then you better behave yourself."
You didn't break from his eyes while you wouldn't stop torturing him underneath the table, rubbing over his throbbing cock again and again. Small droplets of sweat were forming on his forehead while his jaw clenched and flat breaths left through his nose.
"Oh lord..." Steven pressed through gritted teeth, his hands wrapping around the cutlery so hard that you thought he'd snap it right in half.
"Be a good puppy for me. Just let go. We both know you need it."
Steven's gaze drilled into yours, a watery sheen spreading across his eyes. God, he was about to fall apart inbetween so many people who had no idea what was going on.
"Ma'am!" He exhaled in a low moan right before you felt him spilling his pent up seed onto himself.
The warm load soaked his boxers and through his slacks until you felt the wetness on the sole of your foot.
"What a good boy..." You exhaled, feeling the thrill of the situation ripple through your body.
"And now, eat up... you don't want to miss dessert, do you?"
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Butterflies Chapter Two
Pairing: Steven Grant x femReader (mention of Marc/Jake)
Word Count: 3126
Summary: You take Steven out on a special date and can't stop yourself from having a little fun with him, teasing him in public. Once you reach the projector room of the planetarium you both can't hold back anymore.
Warnings/Tags: fluff, smut, semi-public smut, teasing, sub!Steven, date night, planetarium
A/N: Here's the first chapter that focuses mainly on Steven. I hope you like it and stay tuned for the next chapters with Jake and Marc.😊🌙
PART ONE | PART THREE
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Some nights I wonder if the stars watch us the same way we watch them, other nights I think of you, and I’m sure of it. - Stargazing, Beau Taplin
Steven wanders into the living room, nervously fidgeting with his sleeves. He smiles softly seeing you at your desk at the window working calmly. To him, you’re the most beautiful person he has ever seen and it fills his heart with warmth knowing you chose to love him. He knows he can trust you and there’s nothing he has to worry about or be ashamed of. “Luv?” he asks gently.
“Yes, baby?” you ask and glance up at him from your laptop as he doesn’t answer. “What’s going on?”
“Can I get a cuddle?” he asks sweetly and your face softens. 
You push your chair back and pat your lap welcomingly for him. “Come here,” you tell him and he’s straddling your lap in a matter of seconds. 
Steven wraps his arms around your neck and buries his face in your neck exhaling deeply. He closes his eyes and takes in your warmth, humming softly as you rub his back and hold him close.
“Are you alright, baby?” you ask and run your hand through his thick locks. 
“I am now,” he nods and cuddles into you contently.
You chuckle softly and plant a kiss on his hair. “What’s bothering you, honey?”
“I’m just a little tired, s’all,” he confesses.
“Too tired for a little surprise?” you ask and his head shoots up, frowning at you. 
“What surprise?” he asks curiously.
“I was planning to take you out on a date tonight and if you behave well you might get a treat, sweet boy,” you tell him and see his eyes widen a little. 
His dark brown orbs lighten up and he’s unable to hide his excitement. “A date? And a treat?” You nod with a bright smile and his heart flutters. “Where are we going?” he asks curiously.
“That’s part of the surprise, honey,” you chuckle and he rolls his eyes playfully.
“You never tell me such things,” he pouts softly.
“No. And I’ll never get tired of seeing your surprised face once we’re there,” you tell him and he giggles softly, blushing a little.
“When do we leave? It’s already late,” he wonders out loud and searches your eyes for any clues.
“In about half an hour…Aand I thought we could have a little fun?” you suggest and he tilts his head questioningly at you. “Remember the toy I bought you a while ago?”
“You mean…the one you can control?” he asks and his eyes widen. “Y/N, in public?!”
“In public,” you nod agreeing, and raise your eyebrows at him questioningly. He licks his lip in anticipation and he squirms on you a little already. “You’d like that, sweet boy? Me teasing you amongst others?”
Steven groans softly and buries his face in your neck again, blushing heavily. “I want that,” he nods and bites his lower lips. “I’m just so bad at keeping my mouth shut.”
You giggle softly and soothingly rub his lower back. “You trust me?”
“Of course, I do,” he laughs breathlessly.
“You’ll do great, I bet,” you promise him and he nods shyly.
“Okay, luv,” he adds quietly.
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Steven should have known you would be teasing him all evening the moment you took the bus instead of your car. You two are sitting in the back and he tries to hide his excitement about the surprise date. But also his excitement about the plug resting deep inside him, massaging his walls with every curve the bus took and pushing up into him at every bump of the road. He had to bite his lip hard a few times already at the sudden movements and he knows you could see him struggling. Marc and Jake had kindly advised him to wear an oversized shirt tonight that would cover his crotch once you start teasing him and he was glad about it already. You have spent a long time preparing him and making him lose his mind already before easing in the plug. 
You casually take out the small remote and see his eyes widen as you show it to him with a grin. “You think you’re ready?”
“I-I don’t think I’ll ever be,” he admits laughing weakly.
“Relax,” you tell him softly and scoot closer to him. “Let’s try it out, shall we?”
“Alright,” he nods and braces himself but it has no use as the toy comes alive in him. Low vibrations massage his walls and he exhales deeply, sinking into his seat. His eyes flutter close and he bites his lip at the sensation.
You smirk and turn up the sudden sensation without a warning which makes his eyes shoot open in shock. He grips your thigh tightly and bites into the palm of his other hand muffling the broken moan that threatens to leave his lips. He bends over and rests his arms on the backrest of the seat before him, burying his face in his arms. Steven bites down on his jacket hard as he rolls his hips trying to ride out the pleasure but it isn’t working. “Darling, please,” he presses out breathlessly and you have mercy on him and turn it down a bit again.
You gently rub his lower back and giggle as he slowly straightens up again and looks at you with hooded eyes. “Enjoying yourself, sweet boy?” you ask teasingly.
“You’ll be the death of me tonight,” he giggles and rubs his hands down his thighs as he tries to steady himself and get used to the low vibration stimulating his body.
“I told you, you’re in for a treat,” you giggle and get up. “Come on, baby, we’re here.”
He gets up and stumbles as you suddenly turn it back up high. “Bloody hell,” he curses softly and grabs your hand following you outside. “Luv, please, not when-oh-I’m walking,” he barely gets out and you giggle before shutting it off.
“I’ll try to remember that,” you say with a wide grin and Steven bites his lip. No, you wouldn’t.
Yeah, you’re fucked. Marc laughs.
Está loca. Jake adds grinning.
Steven looks at you questioningly as you stop in front of a building and look at him expectantly. “Soo what’s the plan for tonight, my darling?” he asks curiously.
“How does a date at the planetarium sound like?” you ask and his eyes widen in surprise.
“You’re serious? Are they even opened still?” he asks confused.
“For another fifteen minutes and then it’s time for my surprise,” you nod. “Come on, baby,” you giggle and pull him inside with you.
Steven follows you chuckling and takes your hand once you’re inside. He wanders through the exhibit with you and you keep him close. You keep on teasing him throughout the fifteen minutes and he has trouble not letting any traitorous sound slip from his mouth. At one point you push him so far that he wraps you into a hug and melts into you, moaning into your shoulder quietly. His eyes roll back when you activate a pattern and he holds onto you tightly. “Luv-please,” he whimpers quietly.
“Yes, baby?” you ask teasingly and rub his back, holding him close to you.
“Please, stop, or I swear I’m gonna-ohh lovee,” he moans out and squeezes his eyes shut, trying desperately not to move his damn hips. But with you pressing up against him that’s easier said than done.
“Shh, honey, be brave for another minute,” you whisper and he groans softly.
“Another minute?!” he pulls back and looks at you through hooded eyes. “You-you can’t be serious,”
“I am,” you smirk and turn down the intensity again. “I promise you won’t regret it,” you tell him and take his hand, leading him to your main destination for the night.
“Where are we going? They’re closing everything now!” he laughs but follows you anyways.
“Not for us,” you giggle and he frowns at you.
“Not for us? What do you mean?” he chuckles.
You stop in front of a door and look up at him with a mischievous grin. “Steven, my baby, I’ve rented the planetarium for us for this night. In a minute there’ll be no one else around than us,” you tell him and his eyes widen in surprise. 
“Really?” he asks softly.
“Really. Which leaves me enough time to take care of you properly now,” you wink at him and his knees grow weak.
Steven kisses you tenderly and moans out your name loudly as the plug comes to life once more. This time he doesn’t care because no one else is around. As Marc and Jake make fun of him lovingly for being so desperate he rolls his eyes. 
You’re just jealous she doesn’t do that with you. Steven scolds them in his thoughts and doesn’t know he hits a nerve with Marc.
Marc indeed would wish sometimes you’d treat him like you treat Steven and Jake, taking over control and taking care of him. But he doesn’t dare to ask and he doesn’t think he will. He’s always been the one taking care of you and even when you pleased him he was in control. He felt like you needed it.
Nah, we all know why she teases you in public rather than us. You’re the one struggling the most to keep your mouth shut. Jake laughs and Steven has to agree.
You pull Steven into the massive projector room and your breath stops for a second seeing the view. He steps next to you and stares up at the ceiling covered in a night sky full of stars slowly dancing across its smooth darkness. The door falling shut behind you makes you both flinch and you look at him giggling. You take him with you to one of the big sofabeds in the middle of the room and stop in front of one taking his hands. “Steven?”
“Yes, luv?” he asks softly and focuses back on you, his eyes softening instantly spotting their favorite view.
“That up there is what the sky looked like above the museum during our first kiss three years ago,” you tell him and see his eyes fill with tears. 
“It is?” he asks touched and leans back a little, looking up at the projected night sky. The sight blurs in front of his eyes for a moment and he quickly blinks the tears away, his heart almost bursting with love for you. 
You gently cup his face and make him look at you again. “It is.” you nod and a single tear drops down his cheek and lands on your fingers. “I love you so much, Steven,”
“I love you too, my darling,” he says softly and takes a deep breath. “So so much,”
You smile softly and pull him into a tender kiss, keeping his face in your hands. He places his own on your cheeks and keeps you close before pulling back and looking at you with so much need in his eyes it steals your breath. “Make me yours already, please,” he breathes out so sweetly you can’t hold back another second. It has been hard enough to do so seeing him try so hard to keep his mouth shut and be good for you.
You kiss him passionately and start unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders and down to the floor. “My beautiful baby,” you admire him and he blushes sweetly as you start kissing his neck. Your teeth graze over his skin and Steven whimpers with need. You quickly unbuckle his belt and his trousers join the pile of clothes on the floor. You smirk at the prominent bulge in his boxers and step close, cupping him through the fabric.
Steven groans and ruts into your hand almost automatically. “Please, darling, do something,” he begs and looks at you desperately. “I need you so bad.”
“I got you, baby,” you promise him and soothingly caress his cheek. Once his boxers are gone you make him sit down at the edge of the bed and smile down at him. “Want to keep the plug inside or take it out?” you ask.
“Inside, please,” he asks sweetly and you nod. You slip out of your dress and take off your undergarments as well. He stares up at you in awe, hands clutching the soft materials beneath his fingertips, trying to be good. “Can I touch you?” he pleads eagerly.
“You can,” you tell him and his hands rest on your hips, lips planting soft tiny kisses up your stomach. He sits up straight to reach further up and you help him out, straddling his lap. Steven continues the trail of kisses up between your breasts and experimentally licks over your nipple. Your breath hitches and you reward him with a soft moan. “So good, Steven, my sweet boy,” you encourage him as he adds his teeth and brings his hand up cupping your other breast. 
Steven moans against your skin eagerly and buries his face in your chest. He bites his lip hard to hold back the whimper that raises from his throat at your ongoing praises but fails miserably and the sound sends pulsing need right to your core.
You bury your hand in his hair and pull him back gently, making him moan in pure bliss. “Steven, baby,” 
“Yes?” he breathes out and looks at you through heavy-lidded eyes. 
“You want me to touch you?” you ask and cup his cheek. He nuzzles his face into your hand and nods eagerly. You lean forward and capture his lips in a kiss while teasingly tracing your finger over his dick. “Keep still.”
Steven squirms and he can’t think anymore as soon as your hand wraps around his aching dick and starts stroking him. He tries to do as you told him and his head falls back in his attempt to keep still. “Please-,” he whimpers pathetically, and when you twist your wrist just the way he likes it his body collapses back against the soft sofa cushion.
You smirk and adjust to the new position, hovering over him and repeating the movement, pulling a raspy moan from his lips. “Does that feel good, sweet boy?” you ask softly.
“Yes,” he nods and his eyes roll back as your thumb brushes over his tip. “Please, ca-ah-n I move?” he begs.
“You can move,” you assure him and he doesn’t need to be told twice, bucking his hips up into your touch. 
He’s clenching down on the plug as the pleasure in his body increases and arches into your touch. “Lo-love,” he presses out and groans out your name. 
“Yes, baby?” you ask and watch him fall apart beneath you. You’d never get bored of that sight. Steven writhing beneath you, begging for you and his face crumpled up in pleasure could make you go feral. You speed up your movement and his thighs start shaking beneath you.
“Not gonn-ah last like that,” he presses out and whimpers sweetly. 
“You don’t have to, I’m not gonna stop after this, I promise,” you assure him and lean down, giving him a soft kiss. 
Steven nods and lets himself go in your touch and his moans grow higher pitched as his voice breaks. Your name is the only thing left in his brain and he repeats it over and over again as you push him closer to the edge. He reaches his high faster than he thought and clenches down hard on the plug, spilling all over his stomach and your torso. 
You came prepared and pull out a soft towel from your handbag, cleaning him and yourself up before climbing back onto his lap. “Think you can come again?”
“Yes,” he nods breathlessly and his hands find your hips as you position yourself above him. He gently guides you down on his already hardened dick and moans sweetly as you sink down on him, taking him into your warmth. 
You gasp softly at the stretch and brace yourself on his chest. “Fuck, Steven,” you moan out and adjust to him for a moment before starting to move on him. 
Steven watches you as you ride him and braces your hips, enjoying how sensitive he feels right now. “You feel so good, luv,” he slurs and you clench around him at his words making his eyes roll back. “Can I…Can I move?” he asks and you nod quickly, nails digging into his chest softly as he does just that. Steven starts thrusting up into you and soon finds your sweet spot.
You soon collapse on him and bury your face in his neck moaning sweetly. “Oh, Steven, don’t stop,” you tell him and grind down on him, trembling as he keeps on hitting the perfect spot. “Right there, Steven, doing so good my-oh-my sweet boy,” you pant and you lose it when his hand slips between your bodies, gently playing with your clit. You stumble over the edge much sooner than you thought you would and make him come all over again. Steven whimpers beneath you and holds onto you tight as he fills you up this time.
You stay with him like that for another bit before slowly climbing off him and very gently removing the plug. The sudden emptiness makes him cry out your name and you’re back with him instantly, wrapping him into your arms. “You did so well, my sweet baby,” you soothe him and play with his sweaty curls.
“Yeah?” he asks softly, always eager for your compliments and reassurance.
You nod agreeing and kissing his head softly, holding him close for another while. Steven starts tracing the star constellations that dance across your skin with his finger and smiles as he can follow your birthmarks along one of them. He gazes back into your eyes and beams at you softly. “How late is it?” he asks gently.
You grab your phone and glance at the time. “12:30,” you tell him.
Steven smiles and pulls you into a loving kiss. “That means we’ve officially been dating for three years now.” 
You beam at him and pull him back into your arms, gently playing with his hair. “Three beautiful years, my sweet boy.”
“Indeed,” he whispers against your lips and closes his eyes as you kiss. He can’t believe it himself. “We should look at the stars more often, they suit you, luv,” he speaks gently and makes you blush with his sweetness. 
“You haven’t seen yourself then,” you tell him softly and sink into another kiss with him. There was no way you could’ve started into the fourth year together better than this.
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SACRED TOUCH
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PAIRING: sub!steven grant x afab!reader
SUMMARY: steven thinks you deserve to be worshipped and he's more than honored to be able to give you what you deserve.
WARNINGS: oral + fingering + use of the title 'mistress'
NOTES: he has me in a chokehold, it's unexpected but not surprising, really.
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steven's gaze was glazed over, his eyes focused in between your legs as he sat in front of you, at your feet, at the end of the bed. you were leaning against the pillows at the headboard, legs wide open. his hands were on his thighs, squeezing the flesh through the restricting material of his pants. you hadn't said that he could take them off yet, so he hadn't.
it hadn't been that long since you'd gotten into position, only a minute at most, maybe. but to be honest, he wasn't keeping track and he couldn't really focus at the sight of you. you were practically shining between your thighs, your wetness calling to him like the gods above––he could almost hear a sinful voice beckoning him closer.
he was itching to touch you, even though it'd only been seconds. his palms were hot and sweaty, his whole body buzzing to feel your skin. he licked his lips and you couldn't help but smirk, arching your back and rolling your hips up for show, a thrill running through you when his eyes fluttered with desparation. "you wanna make me feel good baby?"
his eyes shot up to yours immediately, willing to do anything for your approval, for your permission to touch.
"oh yes please, mistress, i'll do anything. just wanna make you cum again and again."
you smiled, completely enamored and needy for the man in front of you, reaching a hand out. "c'mere."
he crawled towards you, leaning his head into your hand, practically purring as you ran your fingers through his hair. he nuzzled his cheek into your thigh, almost panting at how close he was to your heat.
you tilted your head, eating him up with your gaze. "you wanna taste?"
he nodded, licking his lips, eyes focused on your pussy. "more than anything," he whispered.
feeling the carnal desire take over you, you gripped his hair tight, making him moan as you pulled his head to right where you both needed it.
his tongue swiped through your folds––leaving a long, sensual lick as he savored your taste, groaning into you in pure bliss, eyes closing as he sunk into you. his hands reached out to hold your thighs, gently spreading them wider so he could have all of you.
you took in a sharp breath, cursing quietly at the pure relief coursing through your veins at the feel of him. your fingers still tugged at hair but from the sounds steven let out as you pulled, you could tell he didn't mind.
he flattened his tongue and dragged it through your wetness, pressing into your clit once he reached the top before giving it a wet, affectionate, but ravenous kiss. he swirled his tongue around it, opening his eyes when you let out a moan. "good, darling?"
you nodded, biting your lip. "so good baby, keep going."
he smiled and let his eyes shut once more, his grip tightening on your thighs as he quickened the pace of his tongue, flicking your bundle of nerves with purpose. you rolled your hips, pushing yourself further into his mouth, making him groan appreciatively, his hands squeezing your thighs almost as a thank you.
he closed his lips against your heat, leaving a few wet, sloppy kisses before he was properly making out with your pussy, swirling his tongue in all the right places, dipping it inside of you a few times before sucking on your clit, taking a deep inhale and letting himself surrender completely to your needs.
it felt as though he wasn't even in his body anymore, like he had become a vessel with the sole purpose of giving you pleasure. he was lost in the taste of you, in the feel of you under his palms and fingertips and on his tongue. so much so that he barely took notice of how close you were, only realizing as your body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping you.
your eyes rolled back, both your hands gripping his hair, pulling him into you as if he would ever dare to pull away, your mouth dropping open only to let out a shuddered breath.
when your body relaxed and your soul landed back on this plane, you whimpered, realizing steven wasn't stopping any time soon. he lapped up your release, going back in for seconds, slipping two fingers in his mouth for a quick second before sliding them through your folds lazily, letting them linger on every sensitive spot before thrusting them inside you.
you moaned and bucked your hips, feeling your heart swell and your pussy clench when he crooked his fingers and kissed your inner thigh to soothe you.
his eyes met yours and they were completely dark, but still full of admiration, lips parted as he watched you, hungry.
his mouth met your heat again, kissing eagerly with tongue, making sure to taste you as you clenched around his fingers, sucking him back in every time he pulled out.
this time his eyes were locked on you, greedy with anticipation as he watched you, his fingers thrusting in and out of you loudly but precisely, mouth almost obnoxiously loud as he kissed, sucked and licked at your clit.
within mere minutes, your thighs were trembling, squeezing around steven's head as he kept you close, his free arm wrapped around your thigh. you let out quick, sharp breaths, small moans tumbling from your lips as you came on his fingers and tongue.
"oh fuck honey, just like that––"
he moaned and hummed in response against you, shaking his head vigorously from side to side as he flattened his tongue yet again and let it swipe across your clit.
he didn't stop until your entire body was vibrating, his hand and jaw sore from the effort. he would've kept going honestly, if your hands hadn't shakily pushed his head away, your body completely spent from the orgasms he'd pulled from it.
he trailed a few kisses along the inside of your thigh and sat up, wiping around his mouth with his fingers before slipping them into his mouth to clean off absentmindedly. you had to close your eyes to calm yourself, the sight alone overwhelming you, making you pulse.
his eyes raked over you in satisfaction and admiration, he was honestly still in disbelief that he was yours and you were his.
"y'alright love?" his hands were caressing the insides of your thighs, soothing you as you settled down.
a sated smile spread on your face and you nodded, taking a few more seconds to let your eyes open. you opened your arms and he took the hint immediately, rushing into your embrace, pressing his lips against yours, moaning into your mouth when you sucked on his tongue, tasting yourself.
the kisses were slow, purposeful, as the both of you showed your appreciation for each other through it, lips lingering, almost dreading to part between each kiss.
after a minute or two, you slid your hand down his chest until you reached his throbbing bulge, squeezing cheekily, making him whimper. you pulled away from the kiss with a smile, "your turn, baby."
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marcspectorstannie · 2 years
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ʚDesperate confessionsɞ(Steven Grant x reader)
Warnings: Smut obvi, a little cursing, palming, edging kinda, bottom Steven ( if that's a warning), hickeys, male receiving, begging, riding/dry humping
Summary: both you and Steven have huge obvious crushes on each other but both of your minds always lead to dirty thoughts,You wind up giving him the best night of his life
EDIT: I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW LONG THIS IS???? THE SMUT IS AT THE LAST 2 SECTIONS IF YOU WANT TO SKIP TO IT
edit 2: heyyy this is very old and It's currently my bday for about 2 more hours so I'm dropping this while I finish the Kurt requests
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You were on his mind all day. Not a single minute went by without thinking of you. He was obsessed, secretly of course. He couldn't dare share his true feelings towards you, he couldn't risk it. Losing you and your 'friendship'. 'Sorry Steven, I don't see you that way' was the reoccurring thought going through his mind at night.All he looked forward to was for you to show up.
"Hey Steven,how's it going?" Your voice rang in his ears as he looked over to you walking towards his desk. "How's the gift shop treating you?" He smiled."It's seen better day's." You chuckled and turned your head to him fully. He heard the room go quite as he focused on your facial features. Your eyes, your nose, your skin beaming from the huge light above you. He could stare for hours. His thoughts were interrupted by you waving in front of his face. "Hey, you heard me? I asked if you'd like to hang at my place tonight, we could watch a movie" You were better at hiding your feelings from him,obviously. Steven almost melted when he finally processed your question. "O-oh, yeah I'd love to." "Great! I'll see you then" His heart eyes lingered on your back as you walked away, trying to stop himself from looking below your back. The way your jeans hugged your lower half drove him crazy. He'd wished to be in their place many of times, to be so close to you at all times. He quickly snapped out of it when you left. Now to wait for tonight.
Finally off of work, Steven rushes to his place to freshen up. His work clothes were a bit messy, he couldn't let you see him like this. Quickly, he put on a casual outfit that still made him look decently attractive. He made his way to your house in a hurry, excited to see you but hoping he wasn't late. He knocked on the door slightly and focused on the doorknob. You opened the door, looking at Stevens messy hair. He didn't care about his hair, he was able to see you again, this time in a short top and some flowy shorts. "Steven, come on in I've got evey thing ready" You welcomed him in watching his eyes scan you, then the room. Your mind's been running wild as well. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his curls, lightly tugging them. You looked over at Steven who was standing awkwardly next to the couch, clearly scared to mess something up. You mustered up the courage to grab his hand and pull him next to you on the couch. You've never actually touched his hand so you never noticed how soft they were. His face was slowly turning red, along with his hands. "Steven... I know I invited you here to watch a movie but there's something else" He almost couldn't sit up on his own hearing that sentence. Was it something he did? He said? Something he didn't do or say? "I.. For the longest time I've always had a crush on you. We've known each other for a while now and I thought today now that we're alone would be a good time to say..." Stevens eyes darted to your lips as you uttered a phrase. "I love you" .
Luckily you saw right through him and quickly kissed him, savoring the bit of leftover peach chapstick he had from earlier. He pulled away slowly, catching his breath. "...I've wanted to do that for so long, you have no clue." He quickly kissed you again, but with more hunger. He nibbled on your bottom lip a bit, not enough to hurt you. His hands traveled to your back, pulling you closer to him and straddling him. You finally got your wish and tugged his messy curls, making him look up at you. He moaned quietly, struggling to keep eye contact with you. He's always wanted to be dominated by you in hopes of awakening some new interests in him. You kissed down his neck, sucking on certain spots to make dark marks. Steven shut his eyes lightly and let out a small whimper in pleasure. Must have found the spot. You leaned your body into him further, slowly grinding on his lap. "I-i've never felt this way before." He stuttered a bit, still feeling your lips on his skin. "I could help you out, I've got some experience" You got off his lap as his eyes followed you. You undid his belt, jeans button and zipper, but kept his pants up. You stared at Steven as you slowly rubbed his buldge, his eyebrows raising in surprise. You kissed him again, making him focus on your lips instead of your hands. You starting to grip at his pants slowly, making him bite your lip. "I need a favor from you, Steven" He looked up at you with his pathetic doe eyes, willing to do anything you asked. "Try not to make any noise, I think I heard the neighbors come in." He nodded,still staring at you. You were lying, no one was home. You just wanted to see how long he'd last trying to keep quiet. You continued rubbing and gripping his buldge watching his eyes try and track your hands. His chest rose up and down quickly, clearly needy. You realized your hand wasn't doing enough so you got back on top of him and began grinding on his lap. "O-oh gosh" you smirked, knowing you'd get this reaction from the poor man. You shifted your weight towards his hips, making him whimper.Steven has thought about you this way and he was ashamed, but now that he has you to please him, even just for today, he's the happiest man in the world. You felt him twitch under you, as he gripped the couch cushions. "A little longer, ok baby?" You praised him up and down the wall, driving him crazy. "You're doing so good for me, just be patient,ok?"Stevens muffled whimpers and whines echoed through the room. You loved seeing him like this, Steven hated to admit it but he did as well. "Love, I-i'm gonna-oh gosh-please.." He gripped your waist tightly, burying his face in your neck. "Are you gonna cum in your pants, love? It's ok just hold on a little longer, ok?" You ran your fingers through is messy curls, lightly tugging at them. You earned a low moan from Steven, his lower half driving him insane. "Please let me cum, please I love you so much...." Hearing him beg so desperately almost made you cum yourself,but you were too focused on letting him finish."I'll let you cum, but I want to hear you loud and clear" His eyes widened, remembering what his one rule was. "But what about the neighbors, I don't want them to know what we're doing..mainly me" you kissed his neck lightly. "I'll leave you just like this if I don't hear you, I know you can do it".You snaked your hand in his shirt, feeling the soft abs that were hidden under the shirt. Steven threw his his head back, beginning to feel the peak of his high. "Can I please cum I'll be as loud as you want, please darling oh my gosh." You nodded, pulling his head up to hear him better. He thanked you, letting out loud, high pitched moans. If he were any louder, you could probably hear him down the halls. You felt his cum leak through his jeans and onto your shorts. You would've licked it up but poor baby's had enough for one night.
Steven draped his hands over your shoulder,finally able to pull himself together. "Oh bollocks, um, sorry it's so much I didn't know-" You looked down at the cum still dripping from the zipper of his pants. You lightly smiled and looked at a bright red,clearly embarrassed Steven. "It's alright, love. Nothing a bit of cleaning can't fix." You kissed him lovingly, cherishing every part of him. "So,would you be willing to go on a proper date some time? One where we aren't on my living room couch." You smiled, waiting for Steven to answer your question.He was still kind of out of breath but tried his best to answer.
"I would love to.. "
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soonknight · 1 year
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Imagine you’re late for class bc you’re too busy edging Steven and he’s like “Love you’re gonna be late please,” and you just. Yeah.
mona this is delectable. also relevant bc i was late to class on tuesday for reasons definitely not involving dick. but yeah. this ask <3
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content: steven grant x reader (reader has feminine anatomy, nicknames are fairly neutral), NSFW, college!AU kind of, smut, sub!steven grant, edging, teasing, begging, overstimulation, oral sex, both of you are whores, delicious switch-ery
You and Steven met up for lunch and a quickie in between classes, and there was barely an hour to finish both. His hands were on you as soon as your sandwich was finished.
He'd been making eyes at you since you'd walked in his dorm room, and your anticipation had been building since you'd made plans over text that morning. It didn't take long for him to pull an orgasm out of you.
Steven Grant always makes you come until you can't think anymore. His fingers fill you up just right and his tongue works absolute wonders.
You're not sure why you don't feel like returning the favor today.
You glance at the clock- 12:01- before getting on top of Steven and removing his boxers. This class doesn't have a strict attendance policy, but you try to stay sharp. There's just enough time to get some fresh material to imagine through your boring statistics class.
Steven's done for the day, but you have class at 12:30, which means a 12:15 departure. And you're gonna touch him right until you have to leave.
As soon as he's exposed for you, you lean down to attack Steven's neck and grind against him. Steven releases a breathy moan and rolls his hips into yours. You pull up at the last second, leaving him to rut into the air.
"Fuck," he groans, frustrated.
You giggle against his skin. "You want me to touch you?" you say, reaching for the bottle of lube laying precariously on the edge of his small bedside table.
"Darling," Steven says breathlessly, his hands running over your back. It's meant to be persuading, but it just makes you smile mischievously at his desperation. "You have class soon..."
"I know, but that doesn't mean I don't have time to tease you a little." You kiss his forehead and back up between his legs, setting the lube aside for now. His cock jumps once and you bite your lip, resisting the urge to take him in your mouth then and there.
You run your hands up his thighs and Steven shivers, trying to roll his hips up again. You push down slightly and he backs off immediately. So well trained.
"I want to hear you say it, sweetheart," you tell him. "And look at me when you do."
Steven tilts his head up reluctantly with a blush running across his cheeks, but he lets the words fall anyway.
"Please make me feel good, love. I need you to touch me," Steven whispers.
12:03.
"Good boy," you praise, leaning down to lick a stripe up the underside of his dick, stopping at the head to press your tongue where he's most sensitive.
He sighs above you, willing himself to keep his hips still as you take ahold of him and draw his cock into your mouth.
And, fuck, he's hard. Making you feel good always does, and a little extra teasing didn't hurt either. This is going to be fun.
Steven's relishing in the pleasure coming quick and easy. Of course, he thinks that's all it will be. Quick and easy.
"Feels so fucking good, darling," he moans, moving a stray chunk of hair from your face so your hands can stay busy. "I'm already so close, please don't stop..."
12:06.
Cute, you think. Steven's breaths get quicker and his nails drag against the shitty cotton bedsheets. As soon as he finds somewhere to grab, you pull off and put your hands back on his thighs.
Steven's eyes fly open. He looks at you and peaks over at the clock while catching his breath.
12:07.
"Love, you're gonna be late, please," he whines. "Why did you stop?"
You smile, smoothing your hands everywhere goosebumps have bloomed. "I get to decide when you come, yes?"
He nods. He knows that's one of the rules when you're in control. It's one he has for you as well, but Steven is less ruthless than you (Marc and Jake, not so much).
"Then let me decide when you come."
Steven moans low in his throat, but nods anyway, squirming slightly as you grab the lube and smear some on your hands.
12:08.
You take his cock in both hands and work him up and down mercilessly until he's bucking his hips away from you, which doesn't take long.
"Please, please, I can't fuck!" Steven moans, devolving into a sob. "I'm going to come if you keep doing that, stop!"
You pull your hands away. "Aw, baby, I thought you wanted me to keep going..."
"I do, I do, fuck," Steven says between breaths. "But I wanna be good for you, please..." He was really close, so you give him a couple minutes to back away from the edge.
12:11.
You stroke him slow and he's begging for you to let him come.
"Please, angel, I need to- God, please! I'll do anything for it, love, I swear," Steven whimpers. You start to pull away. "I swear, I swear!"
"It's alright, Steven, you're doing so good."
12:13.
Steven is heaving and lightheaded with how vigorously you've been edging him, but he's still babbling.
"You can come for me this time, okay, sweetheart?"
12:14.
He almost misses it. Steven glances at the clock and whimpers.
"It's okay, just focus on me, Steven," you say, building up speed as you stroke him. "I can walk fast."
Steven can't responded with anything but a moan and one more cry of please, so close!
"That's it... Come for me, Steven. Such a good boy, doing what I say..."
Steven moans and comes in your hand as you slow your strokes. It's already been overwhelming, so you back off as soon as he gets sensitive.
12:17.
"Fuck..." Steven says as he catches his breath and you find your clothes. You're looking for a towel, but you can't find a clean one.
Steven snaps out of his haze and sits up. "I'll get it, find your clothes, darling."
He sits up carefully, looking nervously at the clock as you both try to move without making even more of a mess.
Steven finds a towel and wipes off your hands. You slide into your clothes and quickly zip your backpack as Steven finds his pants again.
He catches your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. "Thank you," Steven says with a soft smile. "Now go. Run."
"Okay, okay," you giggle, pulling away and dragging your fingers down his arm to squeeze his hand. "I love you."
"I love you too." He squeezes back and you let go. "Hurry!" Steven teases as you close his door.
"I'm going, I'm going!"
12:21. Ugh.
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You walk into the lecture hall at 12:33 and shuffle awkwardly down to the third row. Nobody gets the front seats unless they're a little late.
Cringing, you set your backpack down as quietly as possible, take out a notebook and open your computer to the already uploaded slides.
Ugh. Why am I even here? You could've teased Steven for a few more minutes if you'd have known the notes were going to be accessible for once.
Your phone buzzes quietly in your lap.
S: Make it on time?
Not quite, you respond. You set your phone on your computer, trying to find a logistically intelligent way to use the tiny fold-over desk.
Your phone lights up.
S: Bad girl...
switch steven has me in a chokehold but I also have him in a chokehold and he has me in a chokehold and I have him in-
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runa-falls · 9 months
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ok basically a nursing hj is getting your man to sorta lay over your lap (on his back) and jerking him off as he sucks on your titties/your boobs are in his face and just... steven,....
:0 WOAH WHAAAA ~ that's so subby!steven omg 😭
also i think i know who u r anon ?? 👀 -- don't be afraid to reveal yourself, i could use a beta reader or someone to bounce ideas off of -- hehe
[NSFW under the cut]
listen, steven would fucking cry if you held him like that, cradling his head as your hand drifts to where he needs you most. he's already hard from when you took off your shirt, eyes bleary with unbridled lust as you tell him to lay down.
he's timid at first, placing soft kisses against your ribs and torso beofre gradually moving upwards. he licks your budding nipple delicately, flicking his tongue over and around your sensitive bud, eyes avidly drinking in your reactions.
you let out a whisper of a moan when he finally sucks you into his hot mouth, so he sucks harder, wanting nothing more than to watch you to fall apart over him. see you as hungry for him as he is for you.
you can't help the way your hand unconsciously squeezes over him as you reel from the intense feeling and steven groans sharply at the sudden grip.
he's throbbing under you as he suckles your tit, humming as you soothe his body, continuing to slowly stroke him until he's thrumming in bliss.
he sounds broken as he's rocks his hips against your hand, lush mouth whining into the softness of your tits while he desperately tries to fuck your fist. he's lost in the feeling of you, against, over, under, and around him.
he cums with a broken groan that tapers into a whimper as you continue to jerk him into overstimulation. it's a sight watching him writhe in pleasure and bury his face into your tits with a cry.
AND THE AFTERCARE 0-0
he'd be shuttering and trembling on your lap, cum all over his stomach and your hand, but his mouth is still on you. his tongue would be laving against your slick sore nipples as he comes down from his high, unwilling to detach himself unless you were to push him away.
your hand, that was once cradling his head, ruffles through his hair, smoothing it down comfortingly as he continues to paint love on your chest.
i'm sorry i answered like this... too many words D: i should've just said "lol yea, he'd be into that..."
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havensins · 9 months
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feminization w steven grant? i just think it’s so hot to see him like that. also, Hi! i love your new blog.
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ooooh i like this idea.
i can just imagine letting him ride you and playing with his pretty nipples. “you’re so pretty, my pretty princess?” you’d ask, and his cheeks would tint such a pretty pink. “y-your pretty princess,” he’d murmur back softly, grinding down on you. “maybe i should get you a cute bra… maybe even s-some lingerie.” you talk out loud and he moans in response, hands coming to balance himself on your chest as he falters.
“come on pretty girl, you wanna cum don’t you…” you groan, helping his hips along your cock. “yes, yesyesyes!” he practically squeals. “w’nna be your pretty girl,” he whimpers, cock twitching and leaking beads of precum down his shaft.
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luvpedropascal · 2 years
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sink
steven grant x gn!reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings: explicit content, smut (minors DNI), sub!steven™️, reader and steven are obsessed with each other, some spit, reader is penetrated (no specific words used)
a/n: i’m in love with him and can’t stop writing sweet lovey sex with him being submissive :’)
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“Look at me, baby.”
He doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second. How could he, when you touch him with such reverence, bringing him to his knees without a single word. He looks up at you, tousled curls casting a shadow over his eyes, over those ridiculously long lashes you love so much.
When your hand finds his soft cheek, he breathes in shakily, keeping his eyes on you as they glaze over, going half-lidded the way they always do when he needs you. He looks at you with so much trust and love, it makes your gut churn.
How does he still do it, all with one look? And he doesn’t even know it. He doesn’t realize that just one look from him has all your blood flooding to your chest, until all you can hear is your own heartbeat.
But how could you expect anything less from Steven, when every day he makes you fall even deeper in love with him. Steven, with his mismatched socks from the museum gift shops, patterned with stars and cartoon versions of his favorite Egyptian deities.
Steven, who after dozens of dates and a shared apartment still asks for permission to kiss you. Not out of nerves, no, because he loves to see that smile that pulls at your lips when you're expecting his kiss.
Steven, your sweet love, who you often found asleep on the couch with the sleeves of his jumper pulled over his hands and a book laying open on his chest.
He presses his cheek to the softness of your thigh, waiting patiently while you look down at him. He used to be scared of this, of letting you see him. But now you know him inside and out — you always know what he needs. Your thumb brushes over his lips and they fall open upon instinct, inviting you into the warmth of his mouth.
“Steven,” you murmur and he whimpers, the pressure of your thumb resting on his lower lip all too much. He doesn’t know what he wants more, your fingers in his mouth or to be splayed out underneath you already. But he’ll wait and take anything you give him, because it’s always worth it.
Your thumb disappears between his lips and he makes the softest sound, something akin to a whine yet so indescribably his own. It’s so desperate, it makes that familiar heat pool low in your stomach. And he just keeps going, suckling at your thumb so gently, pulling you in deeper, wanting to be full of you. So you pull it from him, only giving him a moment to beg for more before you replace it with your two longest fingers.
Steven’s tongue swirls along your digits, sucking them down to the root and tasting every inch of skin you offer him. You just watch him, completely in awe at the way he gets lost in the action, even starting to bob his head a little bit. It’s not much compared to what he’s taken before, but his eyes still get a little watery as he looks up at you.
“So good for me, yeah?” You mumble, your free hand brushing some curls off of his forehead, “You’re so pretty like this.”
He hums around your fingers, cheeks tinting pink for a moment and god does he look beautiful — He’s practically glowing. You pull your fingers from him gently, hushing him when he whimpers in protest.
“You’re okay, angel. Come up here for me, will you?” - You pat the edge of the bed, smiling when he scrambles to his feet to follow your instructions. You stand between his legs, your hands finding his knees to rub them where you know they hurt from kneeling.
Steven smiles, that boyish grin he seems to always have stowed away somewhere, and you almost sink to the ground. Instead, you grab his cheeks again and kiss him gently, reveling in the way he groans against your lips. He meets you kiss for kiss languidly, hands gripping the sheets at his sides.
“You can touch,” you breathe out, pulling him in again and running your tongue over the sweet swell of his lower lip.
The moment he has permission, Steven reaches up to hold your waist, pulling you in as close as he can get you, “Need you so bad,” he mumbles.
Humming against the softness of his lips, you pull away to nuzzle your nose with his and smile down at him. He’s so pretty -- All pink cheeks and swollen lips, silently begging for more. Of course you’ll give it to him, you can only fight those eyes for so long.
“Lay down, baby,” you murmur, slipping off the shirt you’re wearing while he scoots back on the bed to rest against the pillows, “Comfy?”
Steven nods and a smile pulls at his lips, “Thank you,” his eyes following you as you move to lay on your side next to him. You run a hand through his soft curls, resting it under his head to support it, while your other hand finds his shoulder. The already feverish skin of his torso erupts in goosebumps at your touch and you chuckle, tracing the freckles that grace his collarbones.
“I can’t help it,” Steven mumbles almost apologetically, so you press a line of kisses from his cheek to his ear, “Don’t apologize. I love how sensitive you are.”
He feels ridiculous for getting so worked up so easily, burying his face in your neck and whispering a soft, “I love you.”
And then you’re sinking again, your heart aching with love for him as you try not to cry, echoing the sentiment back to him. Your lips find that spot below his jaw that makes him shake for you and he does, gasping when you mark him as your own. Before he can even begin to fathom everything else, you’re leaning back to look at him again, but his eyes are closed. He’s in a daze, and you’ve barely even touched him.
“Steven, baby, look at me,” you breathe and his eyes flutter open for you, your gaze the only thing tethering him to reality. He takes a shuttering breath, blinking away some of the haze from his eyes and you smile, “Good boy.”
Your praise makes his head spin and he bites his lip to try to contain the whimper that inevitably bubbles up from his throat. Running your fingers over the soft lines of his hipbones, you trace the band of his boxers, “Can I touch you?”
“Please,” Steven cries out, already raising his hips for you so that you can pull off his boxers. Once they’re off and tossed across the room, you give his thigh a nice squeeze. You’ve always loved how soft he is, yet so strong. There was always so much to grab onto with him. Almost instinctually, he lets his thighs fall open for you, beckoning you to touch his cock, which lies heavy against his stomach, begging for attention.
Steven nuzzles his head back against the hand you still have supporting his head, just barely brushing his lips over yours when you lean in closer. Then you kiss him, soaking in all his little sounds as you finally trace a line up the underside of his cock, just teasing. While he squirms, you can’t help but smile into the kiss, finally taking him into your hand.
He can’t even think anymore, all the thoughts in his head evaporating, completely replaced by you, you, you. Soft, raspy moans fall from his lips as he tries not to buck his hips up into your hand. You’re going so slow, yet he feels completely taken apart. And then you’re twisting your hand that way he loves so much, and he gasps, raising his hips off of the bed.
You bite back a knowing smile, “Oh, honey, does that feel good?” He writhes under you, pressing his forehead against your shoulder as he tries to get words out, coming up with a pathetic ‘mhm’.
“Use your words,” you say, slowing down to a painful pace, making him shake for you again.
Steven takes a deep breath, gathering himself more or less, “F-Feels so good. S’always so good with you, love.”
“Oh angel,” you coo, kissing his brow gently and meeting his gaze. When you start back up again, your grip is a little firmer, giving him that pressure that always has his hips fighting to stay planted on the bed.
He’s so good, keeping his hips down for you and trying his best not to squirm. He always gets so lost in it, nuzzling against you and making the prettiest noises, occasionally mumbling a soft, mindless ‘thank you’. Only when you lift his head again does he peak out of his haze, awaiting your next words.
But you don’t say anything, you just push his head into your cupped hand which you’ve placed under his lips, and he knows what you want. Looking up at you, his eyes placid, Steven carefully spits into your hand. He makes sure to give you enough, and when he pulls back his lips are shining with it.
“Good boy,” you mumble again, focused on taking him in your hand again that perfect, teasing way that drives him crazy.
Just your words have him gasping for you, but then you’re off, setting a faster, brutal pace that Steven’s head can barely keep up with. His soft moans hiccup and he blushes, trying to bite them back.
“Love, I- I’m not gonna last like- like this. Wanna- Mm! Wanna last f-for you,” he whines, looking up at you with watery eyes.
You hush him with a kiss, “I don’t want you to last, baby. I want you to come, okay? But I’m not gonna stop after.”
Steven nods, his nose brushing yours, “Okay.”
Keeping your forehead pressed to his, you twist your hand on an upward stroke, making him cry out for you again. The intimacy of it all is what gets him, and he can’t help but chase your lips for another kiss.
You only meet him for one kiss, before pulling back to ravage his neck with bites and marks all over. He tilts his head to one side, ever so vulnerable, to give you more space. When you latch on to a particular spot under his ear, his thighs start to shake and you know he’s close.
Something about Steven right before he’s about to come always makes you filthy in your desire for him. Echoing his heightening moans with a soft growl, you bite down on the spot and he gasps, his hips stilling and then twitching as he comes for you, your name the only word he can remember.
“That’s it, baby,” you groan, looking up at him as you help him ride it out, “You’re so pretty when you come for me like this.”
You don’t stop, just as you promised, and he’s shaking, looking up at you for mercy, yet with so much need. The tears in his eyes build again, curls falling over his forehead from all the shaking.
“You still want to make me come?” You ask and he nods so quickly, “Please, please.”
Moving to straddle his hips, you laugh softly and line yourself up with him, “Then let me just-“ You sink down onto him, “-use you like this, yeah?”
Steven’s head falls back with a moaned curse, “Y-Yeah.”
Starting to move, you lean over him, gasping when his tip nudges that sweet spot within you, but still keeping your composure, “My sweet boy. Always - - Always so agreeable.”
He nods his head so quickly it’s almost comical, and you adjust your position to hit that spot easily. Once you’ve found it, your composure starts to wither and you curse under your breath. Every soft sound that escapes you has Steven more and more desperate to please you - to be the source of your pleasure.
“Love, could I- Can I move?” he pleads and you can only nod in agreement, your tongue too heavy to speak.
Still keeping his hands to his sides, Steven begins to rut up into you, meeting you for each thrust and hitting even deeper, just the way he knows you love. You can’t help but fall forward onto his chest, grinding desperately against him, and you’re so close.
Steven knows you need an extra push, so he leans in to your ear, hips still spearing up into you as he whispers, “Please come. I wanna see you come.”
And then you’re there, cursing into his neck as you trust him to help you ride the wave, unable to say anything but a cried-out mantra of, “Fuck, Steven.”
He’s right there with you, coming again and guiding you both through it. He’s so sensitive, but he doesn’t stop until he’s sure you’re satisfied, until you’ve stilled your hips as well.
Panting into his neck quietly, you come back to earth after a minute and kiss over the harsher marks you had left on his neck and shoulders. Your lips are soft and light now, soothing every bite, every mark. And he’s basking in it, completely melting into the bed, seemingly relearning how to breathe again.
You brush the tip of your nose over his, smiling at how positively wrecked he looks, “You alright, baby?“
He hums, blinking his eyes open once, twice before he’s beaming up at you, those sweet dimples showing again, all for you. Leaning in, you kiss through your smiles, laughing when he catches your lip in a playful nibble.
With your hands on his cheeks, you brush away the tears that had fallen earlier before starting to get up off him, “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.”
Steven grabs your hips and looks at you seriously, “And then Game Of Thrones?”
You giggle, echoing his wishes, “And then Game Of Thrones.”
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Extra Credit
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Summary: You and Steven decide to do some roleplay in the bedroom.
Warnings: Teacher/student relationship ROLEPLAY. Roleplay kink/roleplay for sex. Gender, pronouns, and sex anatomy of the reader is not specified but they are the one doing the penetrating (you can envision it as a dick or a strap-on. Male/Character receiving penetration. Steven being a bottom. Praise kink (character receiving). Dom reader/Sub Steven. 
Author’s Snip: I was originally going to have the reader in the 'sub' roles for this but after someone gave me the idea to have Marc in the sub role for his part of the roleplay I decided that all three of them get to be the sub roles because they deserve to be submissive for once. I also was planning on having all three of the boys together but I decided that I'm going to give you all a treat and give you separate ones of the boys for this idea.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
Word Count: 1,614
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Checking that your outfit and things are right you send Steven a text that you're ready and waiting on him. You hear a knock on the front door of the flat, you know that means that the scene has begun. You take a breath to get into character and walk your way to the door from the desk, opening it to reveal Steven.
"Hello, professor." Steven smiles, nervously standing. You sense that the nervousness is from having to keep to his role but treat it like it's part of the roleplay. "Hello, Steven," you greet with a warm smile, "Come on in. I'm glad you could make it," you say as you step aside to let him in. "Well, you know, it's a bit important," Steven says as he walks in and stands just inside the flat instead of going someplace more inside the flat. After all, this is 'your' place in this scenario. "That it is." you respond.
After a brief moment and a slightly awkward glance from Steven he finally speaks, "I'm very sorry to have to come to you in your own home. I know I'm meant to see you during your office hours." he states. "It's alright, Steven. Usually, I do have students talk to me outside of class during office hours only but I figured you would be a worthy exception," you claim. "Here," you place a hand on his lower back and gently guide him around, grabbing a chair from another spot and setting it next to, his, your desk, "Make yourself comfortable.".
Steven nods and sits down in the chair, your hand slides up from his back to his shoulder as he does so. "Would you like something to drink?" you ask, "Water, tea, coffee, a glass of wine maybe? You seem a bit tense." you list with a bit of a joke at the end. Steven gives a timid laugh and says no. You nod and move towards the desk chair to have a seat, in the process, your hand leaves Steven's shoulder which irks a micro reaction out of him that you ignore.
You pull up a fake grade sheet that you made for this role-play to pretend to look at and be fake disappointed by. You sigh, "I'll be honest with you Steven. Your grade doesn't look too good. You're just under the bar for a passing grade." you explain to him. "I know," Steven mumbles. "I want to say that I'm willing to round it up but it's low enough that that's not possible," you claim while giving him a pitying look. "You're a clever man and a very well-mannered student, Steven." you place a hand on his knee, "I hate to see you struggling so, especially so close to the end of the course," you mention.
"Is there anything I can do?" Steven asks before clearing his throat, "I need to pass this to get the credits in." he tells you with his little doe eyes. You notice him crossing his legs, something he does when he has an erection and wants to hide it but in the process he makes himself smaller. You move in closer.
"Do you think I could do something for extra credit? Something that could make it to the range where you can round it up, or... something?" Steven stammers. You can see the blush on his face and sense the heat radiating off his body by touching his thigh. You bite your lip and keep going. "I wish I could but I don't do extra credit, you know that," you say.
"Maybe you could make another exception for me," Steven suggests with a labored huff. You look at him, seeing his red blushed cheeks and seeing the look in his eyes. He's definitely becoming more comfortable with this judging by his stammering turning into the lightly pitch strained tone that he gets when he's turned on.
"Steven," you mutter, "You're awfully tense and warm." you say as you touch his forehead and chest, "Are you alright?" you fake your concern more and get up to get him some water.
"Are you sure I can't do anything to get you to give me some point?" he huffs abruptly as he leans into the touch a bit as it leaves.
You act like you just realized what he's getting at. "I don't think that would be right," you say making your tines more clearly faked as you say "Students and professors aren't supposed to be doing things together outside of the normal relationship they're meant to have.". You start to massage his shoulder a bit, your touch going from 'accidental' to teasing. Steven crosses his legs tighter, "I won't tell if you won't, professor.".
  It’s off to the races from there. A kiss turns into a sloppy one, into Steven grabbing at whatever he can on your body and you the same but also taking on leading him into standing up and stumbling around. Steven lets you lead the way to the bed but has dropped the part about not knowing the layout of the flat, which you don’t mind, wanting the same thing he does. 
  You lay Steven on the bed, on his back, bending over him, and stood between his legs so that he couldn’t close them. Your mouth moves from his lips to his neck to gently kiss and suck at certain spots as your hands paw and grip at his waist and hips, Steven letting out soft moans as you do so. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can just give you the points if you want to change your mind,” you whisper in his ear. “Keep going.” he pleads through a breath, gripping at the waist of your pants. “Don’t rush it, Steven. I’m not going to just take what I want.” you say as you lift your head to look at him, “I don’t want to hurt my favorite student after all, hm?” you hum. 
  More sloppy kisses are given before you carefully unbutton his shirt and then open the button of his pants, gliding your hands on his hot skin causing him to squirm. “You’re so sensitive.” you chuckle, “Are you always like this?” you ask, slowly coaxing his pants off as you talk. Steven nods, turning away to hide his face. You use one of your hands to make him look back at you, “Don’t be shy about it. It’s cute.” you coo. “It makes me wonder how sensitive it is inside of you.”, you push another kiss on the pulse of his neck and feel his heartbeat through his skin. 
  You get his pants and briefs off, revealing his aching cock, already collecting precum on the tip. Without much thought, you move down to lick it off which earns a loud whine from the poor Steven. You decide that you don’t want to torture him any longer and back away to get ready. After fumbling around and placing lube, you go back to being over him, lining up with Steven’s entrance. “Are you ready?” you ask, Steven nods and so you push into him slowly, “Just relax for me.” you direct. Very slowly, you push in and out of him letting him get used to the feeling. Soon his soft grunts turn back into moans. 
  “There you go.” you praise. 
  Steven covers his mouth to hide his moans as you speed up to a regular pace. “Why are you hiding your moans? I want to hear you,” you tease as you go in deeper, making Steven let out an audibly loud moan even with his hand muffling it. Steven takes his hand away to say “I don’t want anyone else to hear~” in a whine. You take to opportunity to catch his hand with yours while you thrust into him, pinning his wrists above his head and using one hand to keep them there while your other hand goes back to holding his hips steady. “They won’t care. They don’t need to know you’re getting fucked for a better grade.” you taunt. 
  As you keep going moans and loud whines fall out of Steven. You’re sure that at this point no one cares when you two have sex, probably having gotten used to tuning out the muffled sound of Steven getting it through the walls.  
  At a certain point, you both get more desperate, your thrusts get sloppier and Steven, now too preoccupied with the pleasure he’s receiving, is bucking his hips to try and get more by trying to move with you. The hand that was holding Steven’s wrists is gone but Steven doesn’t cover his mouth with them now. Now he digs his nails into your back for dear life as he tries to get to his release. “Keep going! Please~” he begs, “I’m close!” he claims. “ I know,” you reply, “I’m almost there too.”. 
  Steven starts to let out more high-pitched whines and arch his back, you just keep going, knowing that he’s getting ready to come. “Come on, Steven,” you pant, “Let it all out for me. Come for me like you want that grade.” you encourage. He takes your harsher near-climax thrusts.
  “You’re being such a good boy.” you praise.
  And like you snipped a rubber band, Steven’s body lets him come at your words. He rides it out while you thrust out your own and finish. Both of you are sweating panting messes snapping out of the daleriam you put yourselves in. 
After catching your breath you look back at Steven. “That was fun,” you comment as you kiss his cheek. “We should try this again sometime.”. Steven nods. 
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